#when brooke makes her way toward the door jenna says 'why do you let her walk all over you anyway?'

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Angst 40 and 46

Well, all I can say is ouchie, my heart. Thank you for requesting these prompts. You want angsty, honey, you got it. It was actually fairly easy to write this one.

I am putting a trigger warning in this this though because it insinuates rape, teen pregnancy and it will show a side to Taron that I don’t think anyone has ever written.

I hope that you like this.

the bold writing are the prompts.

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Taron and Cherry had been sitting in the living room when their only child ran into the house in tears.

“You or me?” Cherry asked, looking up from her book.

“You’re her mother.” Taron mumbled.

“Maybe she needs her father.” The woman said as she placed her book down and left to go talk to their 16 year old.

Cherry stood outside Brooke’s bedroom contemplating whether or not she should say anything. Deciding to trust herself, Cherry knocked and waited for an answer.

“Leave me alone.” Came Brooke’s broken voice.

“I will if you promise me that we can talk later.” Cherry replied.

Brooke sat on her bed and stayed silent, not knowing how to respond.

“Fine but not today. I just need to be alone for a while.” Brooke said, feeling satisfied with her answer.

“Your father and I are here when you’re ready sweetheart.” Cherry said before walking back to her husband.

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A few weeks later, Brooke was still very closed off and wasn’t saying much of anything. It got to the point where it was scaring both Taron and Cherry. They knew they had to do something or it would be too late.

“Giana, honey. You’ve been in there for hours.” Taron said as he knocked on the bathroom door.

Brooke ignored him and continued to hover over the toilet bowl, praying that whatever was in her stomach would make an appearance sooner rather than later.

“If you don’t open the door now, I’m kicking it in.” He said, feeling the panic rise in his chest.

“What’s going on?” Cherry asked as she walked up to her husband.

“Brooke’s been in there for hours and she’s not letting me in.” He answered with worry.

“Maybe it’s something else. You know how I get during that time. Give her space. She’ll talk when she’s ready.” Cherry said as she rubbed her husband’s back gently.

“But she’s my little girl.” Taron whined softly.

“I know but you need to respect her space. She’s 16.” Cherry replied before walking to the kitchen to start on dinner.

Taron sighed and decided that the best thing to do was listen to his wife.

When it came time for dinner, Brooke joined her parents at the table but she just sat there not eating or saying anything.

“Brooke, please eat something.” Cherry instructed as calmly as she could.

“I’m not hungry mum.” The girl replied.

Taron sighed and placed his fork down before running his hands over his face in slight annoyance.

“What’s wrong?” Taron asked, needing an answer as to why his daughter was acting the way she was.

“Nothing.” Brooke replied quickly, feeling the all too familiar sick feeling.

“Damn it Brooklyn. Tell us what’s been bothering you please. You haven’t been yourself and it’s scaring me.” Taron said slamming his fists on the table making both women jump.

Brooke stared between her parents with tears in her eyes.

“I’m- I don’t want to sa-” Brooke started before she hurriedly stood and rushed to the bathroom.

“What the hell is wrong with her.” Taron grumbled.

“What the hell is wrong with you. I told you to leave her be Taron.” Cherry scolded before standing to check on her daughter.

Taron wiped at his eyes as tears threatened to spill. He knew he’d just screwed up but he was more concerned with Brooke and how she’d been acting over the last few weeks.

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“Honey, are you ok?” Cherry asked once Brooke had flushed the toilet.

“I feel better now if that’s what you mean.” Brooke muttered, trying to catch her breath.

“That is what I mean, yes.” Cherry replied with a soft chuckle.

“Can you give me a few minutes alone?” Brooke asked shyly.

“Of course. I’ll be in the kitchen talking to your father.” The mother answered.

“I’m sorry for everything mum. I didn’t mean to scare you and dad.” Brooke said, standing up.

Cherry carefully hugged her daughter.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” Cherry said before breaking the hug and giving her daughter a few minutes to herself.

Brooke sighed to herself. She knew this wouldn’t go well.

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“I don’t care how you feel Taron, how you acted was a little ridiculous.” Cherry replied after her husband decided to whinge about how Brooke was acting.

“Mum, dad. Can I talk to you?” Brooke asked, stepping into the kitchen.

“Of course you can.” Taron said, swallowing his concern.

“Away from where the knives are kept.” Brooke suggested, making Taron’s heart drop even more. 

Cherry had a feeling that she knew what Brooke was about to tell them.

“Why don’t we go to the living room and we can talk. Calmly.” The mother said, directing the last part to her husband.

Brooke led her parents to the living room where she watched them sit down.

Taron held onto his wife’s hand as he waited for his daughter to tell him that she was starving herself, or so he thought.

Brooke took a deep breath and pulled something out of the pocket of her large baggy hoodie she had stolen from her father.

She handed the time to her mother.

“I’m pregnant.” Brooke admitted, feeling better for finally telling the two people she loved most.

“Excuse me?!” Taron raged, standing up from his spot.

Brooke bit her lip and tried not to cry.

“I’m having a b-” She started, before Taron cut her off.

“I heard what you said, I just can’t believe you’re saying it.” Taron snapped.

“Taron.” Cherry said, trying to calm him down.

“No, don’t you start.” He bellowed before storming off to his office. 

Brooke sat on the sofa and hid her face in her hands.

“Honey. Why?” Cherry asked, putting a hand on her daughter’s shoulder.

“I didn’t ask for it to happen.” Brooke cried. 

Cherry’s heart broke for the girl in front of her.

“Tell me what happened?” The mother asked.

Brooke explained everything to her mother, baring her soul and by the end of it, the mother and daughter were in tears.

“I really didn’t mean for it to happen at all and now dad hates me and thinks that I’ve done this on purpose.” Brooke cried.

“Oh my baby. It’s not your fault. Did you at least report it?” Cherry asked.

“Jenna and I went together the morning after it happened. That’s why she came to pick me up instead of me meeting her somewhere.” Brooke further explained.

“We’ll get through this.” Cherry said, hugging her daughter tightly.

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Two days later, Cherry, Brooke and a very reluctant Taron went to the first ultrasound.

Taron wasn’t talking to Brooke and wouldn’t listen to her when she tried to explain things to him. It broke the teenager to be ignored by her father but she honestly didn’t blame him.

Brooke could hear the headlines. ‘Famous actor Taron Egerton to be a grandfather.’

“It will be cold at first but it will warm up quickly.” The nurse said, adding gel to Brooke’s belly.

Taron couldn’t watch. He couldn’t understand why his little girl would do this to herself. But he didn’t realize was that Brooke had been assaulted. The pregnancy wasn’t voluntary.

“It looks like a baby.” Brooke said incredulously. She didn’t think that she’d have a proper looking baby in her belly. She thought it would look more like a blob.

“That’s what happens when you have sex.” Taron grumbled, earning a slap on the back of his head from his wife.

Brooke swallowed her tears as she tried to focus on the baby.

“Enough.” Cherry snapped quietly. Taron glared at her.

The rest of the ultrasound consisted of Taron mumbling to himself and Brooke trying to focus on the baby that she knew that she wanted to keep after hearing it’s heartbeat.

After the appointment had concluded, the Egerton’s traveled home in silence.

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Dinner that night was not at all pleasant.

“I know you hate me, but can you please just talk to me?” Brooke asked her father who had ignored her request for the bread basket that sat beside him.

Taron looked at just looked at her.

“Why do you think I hate you?” He asked with hurt in his voice.

“Because you act like you do. You won’t even look at me, you won’t talk to me. You won’t even listen to me when I talk to you.” Brooke explained, looking up from her placate to find he’d walked off again.

Cherry just held her head in her hands.

“Maybe I should just give this baby up. Maybe he’d talk to me or stay in the same room, long enough for me to get two words out.” Brooke said to her mother.

“You look at me. This baby is a shock, yes, but it has the best mother and whether or not father approves. This baby will be given the best life possible. You are having it and your father will have to come to terms with it.” Cherry said sternly.

Brooke smiled sadly before something was placed beside her. She looked up and locked eyes with her father.

“What’s this?” She asked.

“Open it.” Taron said somewhat coldly as he sat back down.

Cherry frowned at her husband disapprovingly. She knew what it was and she knew it would upset her daughter.

“A-adoption papers? I don’t understand.” Brooke said, looking at her father with sadness in her eyes.

“You’re not keeping the baby. Are you?” Taron asked with disbelief.

“I am. It’s my baby.” Brooke said with a confidence that she didn’t know she had. It felt good to stand up for herself.

“Don’t do this to yourself. It’s bad enough that you’re having sex.” He shouted.

“Taron, that’s enough. You have no idea about the situation because you won’t listen to her. How dare you jump to conclusions when you haven’t taken the time to listen, so as far as I’m concerned, these bloody forms can be burned.” Cherry yelled back, having had more than enough of her husband and his attitude toward everything.

“Dad, I really want this baby. It may not have happened the way I wanted but that doesn’t mean that I love this baby any less. I was scared of telling you because I knew that you’d be disappointed but I didn’t think you would go so low and actually ignore me and shut me out for something that I seriously had no control over.” Brooke said as the tears flowed freely down her cheeks.

“Of course you had control over it.” Taron said, almost laughing at how stupid he thought Brooke was being.

“No dad, I didn’t and you’d know that if you actually listened to me.” Brooke sniffled, standing up from the table.

“What, do you honestly expect me to believe that it was forced upon you? That you had no choice. Brooklyn, start telling the truth. It would be easier if you would.” Taron said defensively.

“This is why I didn’t want to say anything to you. Out of the both of you, I was most scared of telling you. You mean the world to me dad, you’re the one that taught me how a man should treat me and how strong I can be. Up till now, you were someone I aspired to be. I see now that I was kidding myself. So, thanks for nothing.” Brooke said as she placed the papers on the table and walked off with a beyond broken heart.

“Please tell me that she’s joking.” Taron asked his seething wife.

“Did it look like she was kidding? You know what, I want you out of the house tonight. I can’t believe you did that to her. Of all the people, I really thought you’d believe her on this. You know how hard it was for me when people didn’t believe me and here you turn around and prove to our daughter that even the nicest of people can be the most venomous. Well done.” Cherry said sadly, walking off to comfort her daughter.

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This Shit Will Linger - “Dennys, Anyone?”

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19379371/chapters/46111951 Word Count: 2,634 Summary: Everyone has made it into NYU!! Of course this calls for a celebration!After a late night of drinking and watching shitty movies, Chrisitne makes an interesting suggestion.(For reference, this is what I picture Michael's PT Cruiser looks like: https://www.autoblog.com/chrysler/pt+cruiser/  ) "We all made it!! We actually got accepted!!" Christine excitedly attempted, and failed, to embrace everyone into a group hug following the very exciting news.

"We better start saying 'hello' to student debt."

"C'mon Jerry! As true as that is, we need to celebrate!!" Brooke smiled as she began to pack her bags.

Yes, that is correct. The SQUIP Squad is officially heading to New York as students of NYU in 6 months!!

Christine followed her passion and decided to major in Musical Theatre with a minor in Asian/Pacific/American Studies, Jenna Rolan wanted to put her curiosity of knowing everything about everyone to use, majoring in Sociology. After a few stressful weeks of going back and forth, Jake settled on Sports Management while Rich went with Chemical Engineering. "It's so badass." He would say in defense, but in reality, Rich just wanted to assure himself a stable job.

To no one's surprise, Michael is going to major in Music Technology while taking a minor in Producing. Chloe went against her parents' demands and chose Individualized Study across the Humanities, "I'm not entirely sure what I want to do yet, but I want to focus on myself. But not by being pretty or whatever, like self-improvement." Brooke was definitely happy to hear that as she happily followed in her mother's footsteps, majoring in Nursing.

Jeremy was the last one to pick a major, continuously procrastinating on his application, but after some advice from Mr. Heere and some reassuring words from his friends, Jeremy decided to stick with his secret dream of Digital Art & Design. Although he typically kept his drawings to himself, Jeremy would occasionally post a drawing/design that he was particularly proud of.

Everyone was happy with their choices, and they were so ecstatic to know that everyone will be attending the same college.

"I think this calls for a chaotic hangout at Dennys! Who's drivin'?" Rich swung his backpack onto his back. "Not Jake, the last time he drove we actually almost ran into a tree." Brooke recalled the group's previous trip, sending Jake a glare.

"In my defense, I was kinda jammin' out so.." Jake didn't have anything else to say, shoving any remaining notebook paper or pens into his bag. "Yeah yeah.. So who can actually drive us there?" Jenna eyed everyone.

It only took a moment before everyone nodded and looked at a certain hoodie-wearing teen. "Michael!!"

The outburst was one thing that unsettled Michael but it was about him. And he wasn't prepared, almost falling off of the desk he was leaning on. Michael pulled down his headphones. "Yes?" Jeremy smiled and wrapped his lanky arm around Michael's shoulders, "Would you be so kind and drive us to Dennys? Pwetty pwease?" as he gave Michael the infamous puppy-dog eyes, Jeremy knew the answer already.

"Fiiiine. But you're paying for my meal." Michael groaned and grabbed his keys from his pocket. It's not like he didn't want to hang out with his friends, he was so happy about being accepted but he wasn't thrilled about moving to a new place, especially New York. It was littered with people. But nonetheless, Michael will try to adjust, if not for him, then for his friends, for Jeremy.

"Sweet! Let's dip!.. Chloe, my love, you're about to- well.." Brooke tried to warn Chloe about her smoothie but it was too late. It practically turned her top pink. "SHIT!! I JUST BOUGHT THIS!!" Chloe immediately dropped anything she was holding trying to wipe off any heavy amounts of strawberry chunks. Unfortunately this included her phone. Luckily, Christine caught it just in time as she was grabbing her book from the floor. "Woah! That was close! You need any napkins, Chlo?" Christine placed the device on a nearby desk. "What does it look like!?- Sorry! I mean, yes. Please." It's still going to take a bit more time, but Chloe has come a long way when improving her anger issues and just her overall attitude towards others.

"Are we done fucking around? I want Dennys!!" Rich lightly punched Jake's shoulder as he waited impatiently.

"Will Michael's car even fit all eight of us?" Jenna recalled the size of Michael's PT Cruiser

"Oh sure, all we have to do is tie like two of us on the roof." Michael chuckled. "But for real, you'll be fine. I think you might have a either sit on the floor or sit in someone's lap. Your choice." Michael headed towards the door, followed by everyone after Chloe decided that she was presentable again.

"Just don't fuck up my car." Michael stated, turning on the engine as they got closer. Jeremy quickly ran over to the passenger seat, it was almost a given that he'd take shotgun. But no one was complaining. Except Jake & Rich.

"C'mon Tall-Ass! At least push up your seat a little! We're crushed back here!!" Rich was basically on Jake's lap at this point. Not that he minded, Jake didn't seem to care either. Their legs had different opinions however.

Jeremy basically liked to lay down while Michael drives, whether it's to catch up on sleep that he's deprived of or to just clear his mind. Either way his seat was totally crushing Jake & Rich's legs, "Fine fine fine... This better?" He moved his seat about two feet, clearing the space immensely.

"Yes sir! Thank ya very much." Rich slid down Jake's legs a bit as he relaxed, pulling out some chips that were stuffed in his backpack.

"Can we go now?! It's hella crowded back here." Jenna complained, trying to not impale Christine's chest with her elbow.

"You guys asked Michael to drive, this is what you get." Jeremy looked at her through the rear-view mirror.

"Honestly, anything's better than Jake's driving." Brooke muttered under her breath.

"Do you wanna fight? I was not tryna get called out like this." Jake placed his hand over his heart as he continued his dramatic monologue, "I thought we were friends Brooke. I cannot believe that you'd betray me in such a way- Holy shit!!!"

His sentence was nearly cut off as Michael slammed the brakes. "What the fuck, Michael?!" Rich held the back of the passenger's seat tightly.

"A damn truck cut me off, nearly hitting me. You're welcome for not getting you hurt." Michael snapped back, continuing the drive, if a bit more cautious.

Jeremy looked at Michael and could tell immediately that he was panicking a bit, "Want someone else to drive on the way home?" Michael stayed silent for a moment, "No. It's fine. Just people being complete dumbasses." Jeremy nodded and scolled through Instagram. He was very aware that Michael can get serious road rage despite being calm almost 24/7.

"It'll be the first entrance to the right after this exit, Michael." He nodded and changed lanes, "Thanks Christine."

"Hey! Lovebirds, might wanna wrap that make-out session up soon. We're pretty much there." Jake called out, and he was right: Chloe & Brooke were practically sucking each other's faces off. "Fuck off, Jake." Chloe eyed him from her periphery vision. "We're having a moment."

"You were at my wedding, Denise." Jake scoffed. He then saw the iconic logo signalling his stomach to growl rather loudly.

"I guess that means that we're here. Let's roll! I can't feel my legs." Jenna practically shoved Rich & Jake out of the car, finally free. "Yes!! Now let me stuff pancakes in my mouth!" She ran off with with everyone to grab a booth and potentially raid the kitchen.

Jeremy was about to join them when he noticed that Michael hadn't even moved from his seat, "Micha? You good, dude?" Michael tensed at the question but slowly nodded, "Y-Yup.. I'm great.." His hands started to shake and his chest was rising faster as the seconds passed, "...N-No.." Tears suddenly flowed down his cheeks, it was as if a dam was just broken down.

Jeremy immediately hugged him, rubbing small circles on his back. He didn't say a word, he learned from personal experience that words of reassurance isn't always the best solution. Sometimes it's just a simple hug and letting the other cry it out, but not alone. Not again.

"I'm.. I'm sorry Jer... I-It's just.. I'm stressed? I-I mean we just.. we just got accepted into f-fucking college!.. We'll.. We'll be moving to a new state, shit to the m-most populated city in fucking America!.. And.. And the d-debt.. I guess it's just... piling up on me.." Michael sniffed as he rubbed his eyes with his hoodie.

Jeremy smiled and only tightened his hug a little. "Dude I get it. I completely understand, I mean it IS fucking stressful but here's the thing: I'll be there with you throughout the entire journey. We made it a two-player game, right? That's gonna continue throughout college and even when we're old geezers with white hair. You have my word." Jeremy ran his fingers through Michael's black locks.

Michael almost started crying again, he was only able to nod, still wanting the hug to last forever, "Yeah, I'll uh.. hold you to it, dude."

"Wanna stuff our faces with syrup-soaked pancakes?" Jeremy asked, pulling away to see his reaction.

Michael smirked, "Always." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Everyone had finished their food a long time ago, now they were just exchanging witty banter or suffering from a food coma.

"I am a firm believer that Walt Disney froze his body and that 'Frozen' was created to hide those google results about the body! You cannot tell me otherwise!!" Brooke slammed her fist against the table as she declared her stance on this very important matter.

"I mean it makes sense, the man was a genius! Why wouldn't he want to live forever?"

"Brooke, honey, I think you're alone on this one."

"Michael agrees with me! He believes in more conspiracies than all of us combined!"

Michael chuckled and ran a hand through his hair, "I mean it's not the stupidest theory I've heard but there are so many other theories that are way more convincing!" He was feeling better after his anxiety attack, it took some food with a couple of dumb jokes and Michael was smiling again. He was calm.

Christine was rather quiet at the moment so anyone would've nearly screamed when she slammed her palms onto the table yelling, "GUYS I JUST HAD AN AMAZING IDEA!!"

After everyone recovered from the small heart attack, Chloe was the only one quick enough to have a response, "Here we go.. What are we gonna reenact "Your Fault" again?" She rolled her eyes at the memory.

"Not this time. So, hear me out: Like it or not, we're going to be Stressed-Out College Students™, so we need an outlet of sorts in order to-"

"Chris, get to the point." Jenna cut him off, sipping her coffee.

"Okay, okay! We can create a YouTube channel! Or multiple, it's your choice."

It was silent for a second until Brooke released a muffled snicker, following by everyone laughing at the idea. Except Christine.

"It'll be fun!!" Christine smiled. Wait is she serious?

"Chris, I know you're one of the most outgoing people on this dying planet but come on. What would we even do?" Michael wiped his eyes from laughing so hard.

"Anything we want! It's like a way to...how do I put this..

"Express ourselves?" Michael added some half-assed jazz hands, obviously joking.

"Yes!! Exactly! C'mon, at least give it a shot! We can each have our own channels and then a conjoint channel for all of us! It'll so much fun and can be something interesting for us to do over the summer and in college!!"

Again, her statement was met with silence... until Jeremy sighed and gave Christine a smile, "I...uh... guess it wouldn't hurt? I'm still uh.. hesitant?"

Jeremy's agreement was all that it took for the rest of the group, even Michael, to start muttering their agreement. Jeremy had a point, it wouldn't hurt them to at least try it out, right?

Brooke tapped her chin as her mind tried to think of an idea, "Maybe... Oh! Chlo & I can do makeup tutorials, random vlogs or shopping hauls! And also have our weekly trips to Pinkberry! Whaddya say, Chloe?" Her face practically shined like a star. So of course Chloe couldn't deny her, "That might be fun.. I'm up for it if you are?" Brooke responded with a peck on Chloe's cheek.

"Barf. I'd totally do prank videos or parkour. Something hella cool. Maybe a few of those cliche internet challenges." Rich chuckled, secretly excited about this potential channel. "Bro, if you think I'm deadass not gonna join, my dude you are wrong, heh!!" Jake bro-fisted with Rich, establishing this collaboration.

Christine excitedly clapped her hands, "Yay!! I'm excited!! I mean obviously I'd do theatre reviews, maybe some covers and costume tutorials!! Oh, I can't wait!! What about you Jenna?"

Jenna didn't even need to think about it. It was almost a given, "Probably gossip & fashion review. Maybe the occasional vlog if I travel. Michael? Jer?"

All attention was on the two of them, "Well if my channel is gonna reflect my life, it'll be a mess so uh.. I guess whatever I want? It may um.. depend on my mood that day, who knows?" Jeremy just shrugged but honestly? He wasn't sure what he wanted to do at all.

"If I must create content for the people of the planet, most of it would likely consist of conspiracies.. random thoughts/realizations I have when I'm high and uh.. I dunno gaming?" Michael still wasn't keen on the idea of starting a channel but that didn't mean he wasn't gonna try it, it did sound pretty dope to him.

The group nodded in agreement, that suited them. "And we'd have a channel for all of us? Sweet. Why not make a video now? Like a launch sorta thing?" Jake suggested.

It didn't sound like a bad to them, why the hell not?

"Cool, cool. Let's create our channels first!" Christine pulled out her phone and started the process. Everyone mimicked her actions and soon enough, the SQUIP Squad had started their YouTube career.

"I think it's pretty obvious that we share our names, yeah? I'll start: My channel is 'Babbling Brookie'! Chloe and I's channel is called 'verypinkberry' Brooke was proud of the names, it obvious who created them.

"Mine is simply 'CooCooChloe', fitting isn't it?" Chloe scoffed, she actually really liked it.

"Those are nice and all but the channel to be at is 'NotSoRichieRich' cause I'm a broke bitch! Haha!" Jake rolled his and prepared his announcement as if it would change the world, "Are you ready for this, ladies & gentlemen? My channel is called.... 'JakeyD' it's fucking original and no one can top that." His toothy grin was just a cherry on top.

"Adorable. 'JamPackJenna' because woooo boy is the tea hot right now!" She was in the middle of taking a selfie that would likely be her icon.

"I wanted to do a bit of wordplay as well so I did it! 'Chrisanthemum'! It has a pretty okay ring to it. Jeremy? What about you? Please tell me it's a pun!!"

Jeremy laughed and nodded, "It's 'HeereHere'.." The first one to burst out laughing was of course Michael, that pun went way back to when the two met in preschool. "Oh-Oh my GOD Jer!! You.. You actually..!" It took Michael a few seconds to calm down as he cleared his throat, "It is purely 'Mellon'. I do not take criticism."

And no one criticized because come on, that's one of the best puns for his name.

"Sweet, now shall film this late night announcement at Dennys?"

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I Wanna Dance With Somebody: Chapter 2- Nothing Good Ever Happens At The Mall

Story Pairings: Boyf riends, Pinkberry, RichJake

Chapter Characters: Michael Mells, Brooke Lohst, Jenna Rolan

Chapter Warnings: N/A

Story Summary: On the night of the Halloween Party, Michael is about halfway through having his infamous panic attack when Brooke comes tumbling into the bathroom, in the middle of her very own teenage angst. Michael lets her stay and the two sit in the bathtub and bond over their anger at their friends/super-mega-crushes. That’s when they get the idea to start fake dating to both get back at Jeremy and Chloe and win them over. Chaos, bonding, and gay ensue.

Authors’ Note: Chapter 2 has arrived! We hope people enjoy it! - Aly and Nik

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His phone was buzzing.

Even in his half-conscious state, Michael could register that. His tired mind immediately went to Jeremy, who was the only person who could possibly be texting him at such an early (ungodly) hour. Slowly and reluctantly, he pushed the thick covers away from his face and blindly reached out his hand to feel for his phone.

It was only when he finally got a hold of it that he realized he was also missing his glasses if the blurry screen was anything to go by. With a tired groan, he once again reached over to his bedside table, grabbing his glasses and slipping them on.

With his sight restored he could see that the messages were in fact not from Jeremy because, oh yeah, they weren’t friends anymore. Michael pointedly ignored the aching throb his heart made at this realization, instead choosing to focus on the two texts from an unknown number waiting patiently on his home screen (a very cringey picture of him and Jeremy from last year’s Halloween).

UNKNOWN: Morning ‘Boyfriend’ ;)

UNKNOWN: Got any plans for today?

Michael did a double take, rereading the messages a few times to be sure he wasn’t hallucinating.

What the fuck…?

ME: Who is this?

It took a few seconds before the three dots indicating the other person was typing popped up, quickly followed by a message.

UNKNOWN: It’s Brooke! Who else would be texting you that lolllllllll

UNKNOWN: Don’t tell me you have another fake girlfriend

Michael couldn’t help but smile down at the screen, remembering their scheme from the previous night. After finishing their slushies, Michael had dropped Brooke back at Jake’s so she could get her car (her mother’s, she’d told him after unlocking the dark cadillac), and then he had stumbled home to crash in his bed.

ME: I have five actually :)

BROOKE: Haha very funny

Before Michael could type out a reply assuring her that he was in fact a very funny person, there was a knock on his door followed by his mother’s soft voice. “Michael? You awake, honey?”

“Yeah!” He called back just as another text popped up on the screen.

BROOKE: So, plans???

“Hey mom? Is it cool if I have a friend over?”

The question seemed to be enough cause for his mom to open the door, poking her head inside his dimly lit room.

“Honey, you know you don’t have to ask if Jeremy can come over, right? He’s practically family at this point.”

Michael hoped the way he flinched at the name wasn’t all that visible and he quickly shook his head. “Not Jeremy, another friend.”

“Another friend?” The surprise in his mom’s voice was almost enough for him to be insulted. Then again, he himself never would have thought he’d be having anyone other than Jeremy coming to his house. Guess things had really changed.

“Yes mom, I do have those contrary to popular belief.” He replied before adding, “So can she come?”

“She?” His mom raised a brow, surprise written all over her face once more before she shook it off, “Sure, she can come over. Though you should probably get dressed first.”

“I will.” He assured her, picking up his phone and typing out a quick text.

MICHAEL: My house in an hour?

Exactly an hour later the sound of the doorbell rang through the house and Michael got out of his bed in a rush, hoping to answer the door before one of his moms could.

But Michael didn’t seem to be getting much of what he wanted the past few days, as when he’d made his way down the stairs he was greeted by the sound of his mom’s making small talk with Brooke.

“There he is! Michael, you didn’t mention that your friend was so pretty!” His Ma teased and Michael did his best to refrain from rolling his eyes.

“Girlfriend, actually.” Brooke corrected, smiling brightly at Michael who had instantly turned bright red at the comment.

“Michael didn’t mention that either.” His Mom said shooting him a look.

“I thought you were gay!” His Ma exclaimed, much more bluntly, never being one for subtleness.

Brooke seemed fairly amused by his mothers and he made a mental note to get back at her for this.

“Okay relax she’s not my girlfriend. I mean she is...but she’s not! I’m still very gay! We’re just….fake dating.” He tried to ignore how lame that sounded while his mothers stared at him in confusion.

“Fake dating? Why?” He sputtered helplessly at the question, looking over at Brooke to help him. She giggled, crossing the room to stand beside him and give his mothers a warm smile.

“Well you see, Michael is mad at Jeremy and I’m mad at my friend Chloe, so we decided to fake date to make them jealous,” She paused as if realizing she had forgotten something before adding in, “Oh, and the reason we’re mad at them is because we’re kinda in love with them, and they’re both acting like assh-I mean, jerks lately.”

Michael didn’t even bother to hide his grimace at her blunt honesty. He had never spoken to his Moms about his feelings for Jeremy. In fact, he had actually denied being in love with his best friend various times when they had questioned him.  He could already feel the anxiety inching through him but the laughter from his Ma managed to quickly calm his nerves over the whole thing.

“That’s great, good for you two!” She exclaimed, ignoring the look her wife shot her.

“Just be careful.” His Mom cautioned.

Be careful. Huh. Michael was pretty sure that being careful wasn’t exactly an option when you were fake dating Brooke Lohst but he nodded anyway to quell her concerns.

“Can we go upstairs now and pretend this horrible conversation, like, never happened?” Michael questioned, already beginning to tug on the sleeve of Brooke’s sweater, inching her towards the stairs.  

“Of course, let us know if you want any snacks.” His Mom responded, her smile sweet as always. His Ma wore a mischievous grin beside her and before she even spoke Michael was mentally facepalming.

“Yeah, or any fake-condoms!” She added in followed by laughter at her own very horrible joke. Michael hoped neither of his mothers saw his bright red face as he grabbed Brooke’s arm and led her upstairs. He pointedly ignored the sound of his Mom disciplining his Ma, who was giggling hysterically, on making improper comments in front of guests behind them.

“Your moms are awesome!” Brooke said as she plopped down on his bed, smile bright.

“They’re embarrassing.” He corrected her, although deep down he knew his moms were in fact very awesome. “So are you for the record. You didn’t need to tell them everything, especially the part about me being in love with Jeremy.”

He took a seat beside her, fixing her with a look to which she merely shrugged, “Honesty is very important. Plus, I’m pretty sure just about everybody knows you love him. Well...except maybe him.”  

“I’m not that obvious! And if honesty is so important, why don’t you tell Chloe about your feelings?” He questioned pointedly causing Brooke’s smile to drop, replaced with a playful frown.  

“Touché.”

“So, what’s on the agenda for today?” He inquired, watching as she stood up, beginning to look around his messy room. He felt self-conscious all of a sudden, wondering anxiously if he should have tried to clean up more before she came. Jeremy never really minded the clutter, so Michael didn’t bother with cleaning.

“Well, we need to figure out what we’re doing on Monday. I mean people are going to want a story on how we got together. We should also-” She stopped in her tracks staring into the closet that she had just curiously pulled open. “Michael what is this!!!”

“What is what?” He questioned standing up and joining her in front of the closet. It was actually fairly clean, in fact most of the stuff that probably should have been in there was laying around his room. All that was in there was his clothes.

“I can not walk into school with my boyfriend wearing this stuff. I kinda assumed you had some secretly nice clothes stashed away somewhere! Not all...this!”

“Wow, I love it when you flatter me, keep going.” He quipped playfully, too amused by her distress to actually be offended by her comment.

“Michael! This is serious. All you have is a bunch of ratty hoodies and jeans! I mean, is this seriously all you wear?”

“I feel like you don’t want me to say yes...but, yes.”

Brooke groaned, closing the closet door and leaning against it as if to keep his oh-so-hideous clothes from escaping. “Okay, new agenda. We’re going to the mall. Your wardrobe needs a serious upgrade.”

“What?! Brooke, no. Last time I went to the mall, my best friend left me for a stupid floppy disk in his brain. Nothing good ever happens at the mall!” He argued, crossing his arms defiantly.

Brooke mirrored his position and tilted her head, “Michael. I will fake-break-up with you.”

“Over clothes!?” Michael questioned, laughing in disbelief. His laughter quickly died off under the heat of Brooke’s unrelenting scowl. “Are you serious?”

“Very.”

He sighed glancing around his room in thought, avoiding her scathing eyes. “Fine. But, if I’m going shopping then you’re learning to play video games.”

“Deal.” Brooke grinned excitedly and grabbed his arm, “This is going to be so fun!”  

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Michael didn’t think he’d ever be able to look at jeans in the same way ever again. Brooke must’ve made him try on at least fifty pairs over the course of the past hour, and he wasn’t even going to mention the shirts. All of them were way too preppy for his casual tastes, and too expensive.

“You look great!” Brooke squealed, as he stared at himself in the mirror. The reflection bore no resemblance to Michael Mell, instead looking like an off-brand Jake Dillinger.

“I look like I belong in a really bad porno.” He deadpanned, watching Brooke’s face fall in the mirror.

“You look cool, which is-“

“-Exactly what I don’t want!” Michael turned to look Brooke in the eyes. “Look if this whole thing is going to work, we need to lay down some ground rules. I’m not gonna go changing myself to get people to like me. I’m not like him, I like how I am.”

Brooke considered him for a moment.

“Compromise then? You can wear hoodies or whatever, but none of those fabric scraps you call jeans.” She held out her hand to shake, and Michael took it happily. And with the compromise in place, they finally settled on a few outfits that met both of their standards. With multiple bags hanging from Michael’s arms, the two soon arrived at the food court. Brooke didn’t pause for a moment, leading him straight towards a particular eatery. As they sat in the uncomfortable metal chairs, Michael eyed the yogurt with a critical eye. He’d promised Brooke he’d try it but it just looked so… unappetizing.

“Just try it.” Brooke urged, already attacking the creamy dessert with her spoon. Michael paused, before obeying. As soon as the yogurt hit his tongue, a million bursts of flavor hit him right away. His eyes widened comically, before eagerly spooning more of the frozen dairy into his mouth.

“I can see why you like this stuff so much.” He moaned, shoveling yet another spoonful of frozen yogurt into his mouth. Brooke simply smirked triumphantly, spooning another bite into her own mouth.

“Pinkberry is, like, the greatest thing to ever exist. It beats pretty much every other frozen food or drinks.” Brooke proclaimed, ignoring the faux-scandalized gasp that escaped from his throat.

“You take that back you heathen.” He commanded, brandishing his little spoon at her threateningly. “Slushies beat this any day.”

“Never.” Brooke teased, schooling her features into a solemn frown. There was a split second of silence before the two dissolved into laughter. He didn’t know what it was about Brooke that made this so easy. The two of them were practically from different planets- different in every possible way. And yet here they were, laughing over nothing at all. As skeptical as Michael was about their ‘relationship’, he couldn’t imagine a better person to be fake-dating.

The partially muffled sound of some generic pop song that Michael couldn’t bother to remember cut through their laughter, interrupting their moment. Brooke dug a hand into her purse, pulling out her phone with ease. She glanced curiously at the screen, and her smile fell.

“What?” Michael questioned as she continued to stare at the ringing phone. Lifting himself out of the seat just enough to peek at the screen he saw Chloe’s name in big bold letters, along with a picture of her. Narrowing his eyes, he looked at Brooke’s crestfallen face with determination. “Don’t do it.”

“I know,” Brooke replied unconvincingly, still staring at the screen.

“Don’t you dare answer that phone, Brooke.” He deadpanned, watching her eyes flick up to him for a moment. “You’ll regret it if you do.”

“But-”

“No buts!” He commanded, watching as she slowly lowered her eyes to the phone again. He could see it clear as day that she wasn’t going to be able to resist answering the phone. Quicker than lightning, Michael snatched the phone from her hands, sending Chloe straight to voicemail.

“Hey! Michael, what the fuck?!” The blonde demanded angrily, trying to reach across the table for her phone. Michael held the device away from her, shoving it in his hoodie pocket swiftly. “Give me my phone!”

“Not until I can trust you not to call her back!” He told her sternly, watching Brooke’s eyes narrow. “Brooke- holy fuck!”

He hadn’t been expecting her to jump across the table, catching the attention of several shoppers. She knocked him flat on the ground, her legs straddling him on either side as her hands darted for his pocket with a steely determination. He only just barely batted them away, staring up at Brooke with a resolve just as strong. She was so much better than this, and Michael wasn't going to let her lower herself back down to Chloe’s punching bag.

“Brooke will you just- fucking chill out!” He yelled, blocking her attempts to steal back her phone. “I didn’t want to have to do this, but you leave me no choice!”

His fingers found her sides rather quickly and Michael felt no remorse as he began to tickle her aggressively. A shrill shriek escaped Brooke as she reflexively began to giggle at Michael’s attacks.

“Ohmygod please stop.” Brooke finally got out between her desperate giggles, breathing heavily when Michael slowly removed his fingers. She glared at him playfully, her eyes now full of humor. “Never do that again you dick!”

“It was for your own good!” He defended, smiling at her goofily. “You’re way too good to go back to Chloe treating you like shit. We’re gonna show her that you deserve better, that she needs to be better. Or else you’re not going back.”

Brooke blinked at him in surprise, before offering him a watery smile.  

“Thanks Michael… I mean it.”

“Glad I could help! Now can you, uh, get off me please?”

The two of them laughed as Brooke pushed off of him, opting for sitting beside him on the floor, ignoring their abandoned chairs. Neither of them noticing Jenna Rolan sitting a few tables away with a shark-like grin, a phone in hand brandished like a deadly weapon.

JENNA: O M G  CHLO ANSWER ME!

<--- Chapter One | Chapter Three --->

[igottoomuchwriting]

Come To Me

“Yo, Jakey-D!” Jake turned away from his locker to see Rich approaching him.

“Hey!” Jake smiled, giving Rich a fist bump. “What’s up?”

“You gonna go out with uths thiths weekend? The gang iths heading to thiths sthick asths party.” Jake’s face dropped, but went back to a smile before Rich could ask any questions.

“Nah, can’t. Maybe next time?” he asked. Rich frowned, but nodded his head.

“Yeah, of courths. You're alwayths our go-to guy.” Jake smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

“Thanks man.” And then he was gone. Rich watched him walk away with mixed emotions.

“Rich?” he heard a voice call. Rich turned to see Michael looking at him with a concerned look on his face. “What’s wrong dude?”

“Have you noticed anything… odd with Jake?”

“I mean,” Michael started, “the only notice I can see is that he is focusing more on school. But I feel like that makes sense, since it is senior year and all.” Rich nodded his head.

“Yeah. Thanksth man.” Michael nodded his head and went on his way.

“Okay, he is getting out of hand!” Chloe exclaimed. Everyone gave her a weird look.

“Who?” Jeremy asked.

“Jake!”

“What are you talking about, Chloe?” Christine asked as she joined them at the table.

“He hasn’t been partying or drinking with us, and he always says he has homework! He isn’t even here eating with us!”

“And he hasn’t had sex with anyone in weeks,” Jenna calmly added. Brooke hit her arm as everyone shot her a dirty look.

“What?” she asked defensively. “Everyone knows when Jake has sex. Things spread fast.”

“I’m right here,” Rich snapped. “We’ve been dating sthince Stheptember.”

“Oh yeah. I forgot,” she hummed, taking a drink of a smoothie she bought.

“How?!” Brooke exclaimed. Jenna just shrugged. The group decided to move on.

“I doubt there’s anything wrong with him,” Michael began. “I think he may just be stressed.”

“Yeah, finding out your parents got arrested can be pretty stressful.” Everyone stopped and whipped their heads towards Jeremy (ignoring Jenna, who choked on her smoothie).

“What?!” they yelled in unison. Jeremy looked at them in confusion before his face lit up in realization.

“Oh shit! Do you guys not read the newspaper?”

“No!” Chloe yelled.

“Oh-Okay. Well, yeah, um,” he stuttered. “They caught his parents. I think they laundered money or something?”

“I remember that!” Christine gasped. “When he was asking me out, he mentioned his parents were on the run!” Everyone looked around nervously.

“So… what do we do?” Brooke nervously asked.

“I mean, I could talk to him?” Even though he suggested it, Rich was unsure. Would Jake really be happy that his friends found out about his parents?

“I think that would be best,” Michael mumbled, giving a side glance to Rich. Everyone nodded in agreement.

Rich leaned forward and placed his head on his arm. Christine asked what everyone thought of the new play, which prompted a heated discussion that Rich didn’t bother to join. He was more focused on Jake.

Rich closed his eyes and thought about how Jake has been acting for the past few days, possibly weeks. Had he been closed off? Was he upset, scared, angry, and Rich just didn’t care to notice?

To [Jakey-D]: hey can i come over

[Jakey-D]: IDK, i have a lot of work :/

To [Jakey-D]: i do too. i need help

[Jakey-D]: with what?

To [Jakey-D]: math

[Jakey-D]: ok

Rich cheered in victory. He didn’t think he would have been able to convince Jake to let him come over, but he’s got those smooth moves.

He ignores the possibility that Jake only cares about helping him with math and nothing else as he pulls on his shoes and head out the door. As he walks , he starts thinking of math problems that he actually did need help with, because he knew that if he got there and Jake found out he lied, wouldn’t be happy.

It wasn’t long until Rich arrived at his house. He didn’t bother to knock - since a month into their relationship , Jake gave Rich permission to just walk in.

“Jake?” he called when he walked in.

“In the dining room!” he heard his voice yell back. Rich took off his shoes and entered the house, heading towards the dining room.

He saw Jake sitting at the table, hunched over a math book with a hand in his hair. He turned his head and got up when he saw Rich walk in.

“Hey, babe,” he mumbled. He placed a hand on Rich’s waist and placed a kiss on his cheek.

“Sthup.” Jake chuckled at the lisp, but Rich knew it wasn’t a mocking laugh. He has told him on many occasions that he thought it was cute, so Rich stopped trying to hide it from him. “You look tired.”

“Yeah,” Jake sighed. “I’ve been getting alotta school work and looking at colleges is adding more stress.”

“Why haven’t you come talk to me? You know I’m here for you.” Jake nodded his head.

“Let’s get some homework done, and then we can cuddle or something.”

“Oh, I like the sthound of ‘sthomething’.” Jake laughed and slapped his waist.

“Come on, you horn dog.”

The couple spent the next two hours working on math. Rich had to admit, Jake really did help him understand the trig identities or whatever they were learning right now.

Rich groaned and leaned back in his chair.

“You alright over there?” Jake asked.

“I’m bored. We’ve been doing math homework for hourths!” Jake laughed and closed his math book.

“Okay, we can take a break.” Rich cheered in delight, which made Jake laugh harder.

Rich walked over to where Jake was sitting. “A break waths exactly what I waths thinking.” Rich leaned down for a kiss and Jake happily complied, moving their lips in sync.

Rich placed a hand on Jake’s shoulder, pushing Jake further back in his chair. Jake turned the chair and grabbed Rich by the waist, pulling him closer. However, when Rich tried deepening the kiss, Jake pushed him back.

“Hey, hey,” Jake mumbled when Rich tried kissing him again. “As much as I want to continue, and believe me, your lips are making this hard.” He placed a kiss on Rich’s lips as Rich chuckled. “I have to pee, and I know you don’t have a piss kink.” Rich laughed and stepped back, putting is hands up in surrender.

“Alright, alright. Go pisths.” Jake nodded his head and stood up, disappearing down the hall.

Rich walked into the kitchen in search for something to drink. When grabbing a cup, he looked down to see a newspaper on the counter. Rich gave it a closer look and saw a woman and a man’s mugshot on the front page. It took only a second for Rich to realize that it was Jake’s parents. Rich quickly grabbed the paper and started reading the article.  

“Babe? Where’d you go?”

“In here!” Rich called, eyes never leaving the paper. He heard Jake walk in, but he still didn’t lift his head.

Suddenly, the paper was ripped from his hands.

“What the fuck, Rich?!” he angrily snapped.

“Jake, what- “Why are you going through my shit?!”

“What do you mean I’m going through your sthit?” Rich gaped. “It waths right here on the counter!”

“That gives you no reason to read it.” He crumbled up the paper and threw it in the trash next to him.

“I think I have a right to look at a newthspaper when my boyfriend’ths parenths are on the front page!” Rich snapped back. He didn’t want to fight, he really didn’t, but Jake was getting defensive and angry, which in turn made Rich angry.

Jake tensed up and kept his eyes trained on the floor. Rich watched him clench his fists and take deep breaths, trying to calm himself.

“What’ths going on, Jake?” Rich finally asked. Jake turned his head away, but otherwise, did not move.

“You read the article. You know exactly is going on.”

“No, I don’t. Let’ths pretend I never read the article.” He paused to watch Jake. “I want to hear from you about what iths going on.” Jake slowly unclenched his fists and relaxed. They sat in silence, neither making a move.

Finally, Jake spoked in a broken voice.

“They’re going to jail, Rich.” Tears welled up in his eyes and Jake furiously rubbed them away. “They-They got caught by the police, an-and they got arrested. Laundering is a federal crime, Rich, and,and I-” A soon as a sob left his mouth, Rich ran over and pulled him into a hug. Jake wrapped his arms around him and buried his head into the crook of his neck, letting out a loud sob. Rich rubbed his back and cooed, trying to comfort Jake.

“I-I don’t w-want to lo-ose them,” he choked out. Rich shushed him.

“I know, Jake, I know.” Rich doesn’t know how long they stood there. Eventually, Jake started calming down, and Rich didn’t stop rubbing his back until there was only sniffles here and there.

“Iths thiths why you’ve been working all the time?” Jake nodded his head and pulled him closer.

“W-With the end of Senior year coming up, I don’t want to be seen as the kid whose parents stole money and ran. Who is gonna stop college and jobs from not hiring me because of it?” Jake took a deep, shaky breath. “I don’t want my grades to back that fear.” Rich hummed in agreement.

“Iths that althso why you haven’t been drinking with uths?” Jake nodded his head.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to risk getting caught.”

“Don’t apologize,” Rich hushed. “Just- Next time, come to me? I waths worried.” Jake pulled back and stared at Rich with his red, puffy eyes. Rich leaned up and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Of courth, there ithsn’t going to be a next time.”

Jake chuckled, nodding his head and close his eyes. “I don’t think I want to study anymore tonight,” he softly spoke.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “Let’ths go cuddle on our bed and watch a sthow. No school, no college, justht-”

“Inaccurate cop shows,” Jake finished. Rich chuckled.

“Yeah, inaccurate cop shows.”

[katymacsupernatural]

Sleigh Ride

Sam Winchester x Reader

1100 Words

Summary: Sam surprises the reader with a sleigh ride. Butthat’s not the only thing he surprises her with. 

This is for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing and @like-a-bag-of-potatoes 12 Days of Christmas Challenge. Today’s prompt: Riding in a one horse open sleigh.

“Sam!” You giggled breathlessly as the man in question bent down, tying a bandana around your neck. “What are you doing?”

Making sure the bandana was snug, Sam leaned down, his warm breath trailing across the sensitive skin of your neck. “Something that should have been done a long time ago.”

Standing there, the hair on the back of your neck rose as Sam's hand slid slowly down your side, before his fingers intertwined with yours. “Are you ready?” He whispered, before picking you up in his arms. Without warning your entire world shifted, weightless as Sam held you tight against his chest, up in the air.

Without a struggle, Sam carried you down the hallway. Without your sight, you relied on your other senses, the coolness of the room telling you he had made his way into the garage.

Letting you slide down his long and lanky body, he steadied you against him, as you heard the door creak open. With his hand gently pushing on your head, he helped you inside, leaning in to buckle your seatbelt.

Sitting there,  you fought the urge to pull the bandana off as Sam started the car. “It's about a ten minute drive.” He started explaining.

“And I have to keep this on the entire time?” You asked, his chuckle your answer.

“Most definitely. Can't ruin the surprise.”

Suddenly you felt his hand reaching for yours, holding it tight as he continued to drive. “Here we are!” He exclaimed when you didn't think you could handle being in the dark any longer.

Reaching up to take off the bandana, he stopped you. “No, not yet.”

“Sam.” You whined, as he came around the car.

“You are so impatient.” He teased, but you could fill his hands working to undo the knot holding the bandana in place.

Once you could see again, your mouth hung open, amazed at what was in front of you.

You had felt the chill in the air, and now you could see the snow softly falling to the ground.  Trees lined both sides of the small parking lot, pine trees covered in a dusting of snow. In front of you was a small covered bridge, decorated with lights and garlands. Beyond, you could see horses and reindeer, and small buildings selling small trinkets. “Oh Sam, it's wonderful! You exclaimed, letting him take your hand and walk through the old fashioned covered bridge.

“Just wait and see what I have planned.” He told you, excitement lacing his words.  

“Hello Mr. Winchester.” An older lady exclaimed, coming up and shaking his hand. “Everything is set up for you.”

She guided the two of of towards the stables where a beautiful wooden sleigh sat, already hooked up to a large horse. A man with salt and pepper hair sat in the front, the reins in his hands. “Is that for us?” You asked, and Sam nodded, a nervous smile crooked on his face.

“You planned all of this?” You asked him, and he nodded. Cupping his cheek, you stood on your tiptoes, barely brushing your lips across his cheek.

After helping you into the back of the sleigh, Sam reached back down, taking the blanket and thermos the woman handed up. Tucking the blanket around the two of you, Sam turned to the driver, nodding.

The sleigh set off, a gentle pace across the snow covered ground, following a bath around the small farm, through pine trees. The snow was still coming down, dusting Sam’s mahagony hair, slowly turning it white. Reaching over, Sam pulled you snug against his side, his arm wrapped around your shoulder as the two of you enjoyed the ride in silence.

As the ride continued, and the trees grew closer and closer, you could literally feel the nervous energy rolling off of Sam in waves. “Sam, is everything okay?” You asked him.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t things be okay?” He mumbled, just as you passed through a thick patch of fur trees.

“You seem kind of tense.” You whispered, your eyes widening at the scene in front of you.

It was a small open area surrounded by snow covered pine trees. In the middle were hundreds of lights, carefully put together to form words. “Sam, look, isn’t that beautiful?” You breathed out, wondering who had taken the time and thought to put that together. Knowing whoever the recipient was was a very lucky girl.

“It is. What do you think of it?” He asked you carefully, his eyes never leaving your face to look at the words spelled out in glittery lights.

“I think that whoever this girl is that that sign is made for is very lucky.” You answered, before you began to put things together. “Sam, is that…. Did you..?”

He nodded, and you covered your mouth with your mitten clad hand. “This is really for me?”

“Yes.” He answered simply, and you glanced back at the lights spelling out Marry Me?

“Sam, I’m…. you went through all this trouble?” You asked him, knowing in a million years you would have never guessed this.

“Y/N, you’re the love of my life. Our lives aren’t easy, and I should have done this a long time ago. But I know that I want you in my life, forever. As my wife. So what do you say?”

“I say yes!” You exclaimed, throwing your arms around his neck, accidentally rocking the sleigh, making the horse nervous. “Sam, this is wonderful!”

“I’m glad you liked it.” He answered, all the tension immediately leaving his body. Smiling widely at him, you cupped his cheeks, marveling at how adorable he looked with his bright red nose and sparkling hazel eyes. This man meant so much to you, more than you ever thought anyone would. You couldn’t believe all the work he had gone through to make this even more special for you.

“I even got a ring, but I thought it could wait until we got back to the bunker, and celebrated with Dean, who’s nervously waiting to hear the news.” Sam explained, as the driver continued on, slowly circling back to the ranch.

“Is he excited?” You asked hopefully. You and Dean were close, but you were afraid he wouldn’t be happy about Sam getting so close to someone else.

“More than happy. He’s been telling me for weeks now that I’ve been waiting too long to do this.” Sam answered, as you snuggled deeper against him. “I hate to say it, but he was right. I should have done this a long time ago.”

“But I’m kind of glad you waited. Because today was perfect.” You whispered.

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[prompt-master]

Aftereffects

[i-used-to-wear-the-fedora]

BMC Jeremy is Missing AU [Rewrite] In Depth

Ch.12 A Good Samaritan

“Hey d-Mr.Heere!” Both Jeremy’s dad and the man he was talking to turned to see Jeremy using Michael’s body to walk over towards the two.

“Michael? What are you doing in here? Shouldn’t you be in school?”

“Oh you know-lunch break and stuff. But ugh I heard something about you needed money?”

“Actually it’s Dr.Graham over here who needs the money. I’d give him some but I barely have enough for groceries.”

“M-maybe I could give you the money!”

“I couldn’t-”

“P-please for any friend of my da…Mr.Heere.” Jeremy felt slightly guilty as he reached into Michael’s pocket and pulled out the money. But it was for a good reason. “Here.” The man smiled as he took the money from Michael’s hand.

“Thank you….”

“Jer…Michael. Michael Mell.”

“Thanks Michael. You know you remind me of my son Craig, he’s around your age. If you need anything just let me know.”

“Really, it’s okay. Just being a good samaritan and stuff.” The doctor smiled waving goodbye to Mr.Heere before walking away leaving Jeremy and his father alone.

“Michael, that was very nice of you.”

“Thanks…Mr.Heere. It seemed like the right thing to do. So, you’re grocery shopping?” Jeremy asked seeing his dad’s small list.

“Yeah, Jeremy’s birthday’s coming up in a few days…gotta make sure I don’t burn it this year. Wouldn’t want a repeat of last year.” Jeremy remembered his birthday last year, he and Michael took a bite and instantly spit it out to find that under the three layers of frosting was a cake burned to the point of blackness. He couldn’t stop a laugh from coming out as he remembered that.

“Oh my God, I remember that. It tasted so bad so we just split up the frosting and put it on top of our ice cream.”

“I-I remember,” Mr.Heere as he chuckled leaning his kart. “I still have pictures of the two of you right after with food all over your faces.”

“Hey, I was hungry.”

“You looked just like when you were six on Halloween and you got into the sugar sticks. That was everywhere me and Jackie were cleaning it out of the right for weeks.” Jeremy stopped when he said Jackie. His mom. Did his mom come to his funeral? Did she talk to Dad?

“How is…Jeremy’s mom anyway?” Mr.Heere stopped laughing as he unknowingly looked at his son. “Sorry if that’s too personal.”

“No it’s alright son. Jackie’s being Jackie as usual. She still hasn’t talked to me since the funeral.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No it’s alright Michael, it’s not like you’re the reason she’s angry at me.” A beep went off on Mr.Heere’s phone making him look down at his phone before turning his kart around. “Sorry I got distracted, talk to you later Michael!” Jeremy waved goodbye as he watched his dad walk away.

“See you later…dad.” Jeremy smiled. He actually talked to his dad. Money now gone Jeremy walked over to exit. Munchies wouldn’t have tasted nearly as good as the feeling in his, or was it Michael’s?, stomach. He could give Michael his body back….but on the other hand lunch was still going on at school. Jeremy couldn’t believe he was actually excited for school food but it was better than nothing.

~~

“Hey Christine are you alright?” The girl looked up from her math book to see Jenna staring at her. “You look like you just ate a lemon. You thinking about something? …somebody?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Christine, you shouldn’t bottle this stuff up.”

“What’s there to bottle up? I mean it’s not like I’m friends with the girl who convinced me to make Jeremy run away in the first place.” Jenna back up as Christine snapped at her. “Sorry, I just don’t want to talk about it okay? This all so much take in at once.”

“Christine, we need to talk about this.”

“Later.”

“You’ve been saying later forever, we can’t keep ignoring Jeremy. Especially since it’s actually Jeremy now.”

“Ms.Rolan, Canigula, is there something you’d like to share with the rest of the class?” The teacher glared at the two girls who quickly quit talking as the woman went back to writing the equation on the white board. Christine not even looking over at Jenna anymore looked at her book hoping to not have to make eye contact.

~~

“Eugh…what happened?” Michael’s head hurt as he looked around, his vision still coming back. “Wha…?” Looking down he saw various stains on his shirt that looked like food making him even more confused. When did he eat? Wait…Jeremy. Jeremy took control of his body. Darting up he saw he was in his bedroom, on his bed. Jeremy was standing not too far away looking over some pictures on the wall. He noticed Michael awake as he jumped seeing his friend.

“Michael, you’re awake!”

“Jeremy what…happened? And why do I feel like I just ate my mom’s pancakes?” Grabbing his phone Michael saw it was seven at night. “Seven? Jeremy how long were you in my body?”

“Oh-er, well I…a few hours? I just intended on getting a few snacks at Walmart but then that kind of fell through and your mom wanted to make dinner plus you had a lot of Doritos and other stuff in your kitchen-”

“So you used my body to eat time of junk food?”

“Don’t worry-I didn’t way peanut butter or anything and I brushed your teeth!” To test that statement Michael ran his tongue around his mouth. It tasted like a combination of mint tooth paste, Doritos, Mountain Dew and Oreos. Not a pleasant combination.

“Eugh, Jeremy why?”

“I’m sorry Michael…I just wanted to taste food again.”

“But did you have to eat so much? I feel like I’ve gained two pounds.” Heading himself up Michael walked over to pick up the discarded cardigan. “I don’t think I can even bring myself to get a slushie tight now.” Michael reached into his pants pocket to pull out the money he intended to use to buy a said slushie but was surprised when he found nothing in the pocket.

“Hey where’s my money?” Jeremy looked guilty as Michael asked about the cash.

“I kind of…lent it to dad’s friend…” Michael made an annoyed face at this causing Jeremy to flinch.

“Is there anything else I should know about?”

“I’m sorry Michael.” Michael immediately faltered when he saw Jeremy’s face. Even as a ghost Jeremy seemed to look like he was about to cry.

“It’s alright dude, really. Just next time you give me a heads up before?” Jeremy nodded, the look know gone as he went to hug Michael but stopped when he realized the awkwardness that would bring. Jeremy really missed being able to hug Michael.

With Dustin:

Dustin stood in the salt circle around him in the darkened school bathroom as he placed the unlit candles around him before picking up the book he got in the library nervously looked it over.

‘I don’t know if I want the ghost to be real or not. I mean if its real and I do summon him I don’t think he’s going to like me…’ Taking a deep breath Dustin began to read.

“Oh sacred spirit come from afar, come now and prove that you are.” Nothing happened for a few seconds promoting Dustin to shut the book when a sudden breeze passed through the bathroom. The lights began to flash on and off as the stall doors swung scaring the teen when candles became lit followed by the feeling he was no longer alone in the restroom. Scared out of his mind Dustin called out, “Jeremy are here?”

His response was the the door to the bathroom slamming shut just as quickly as it opened making Dustin jump as the candles went out again leaving him in there darkness. Realizing the wet feeling in his pants Dustin was suddenly very glad he decided to do the ceremony in the men’s room.

Ch.13 Night of the Party

Michael stared down at the math assignment, internally groaning. God why did this face to be so difficult?

“The answer’s sixty nine over five.” Michael jumped slightly as Jeremy appeared next to his desk.

“Jesus!”

“Oops sorry dude.”

“You need a freaking bell around your neck.”

“Well I don’t think that’s possible. But the answer is still sixty nine over five.”

“How do you know?”

“Advanced Pre-Calc, I had Ms.Petrov before, remember?”

“Nope.”

“Here let me help you with this.” Jeremy’s hand went to touch Michael’s who flinched away, retracting his hand.

“Can you not do that? It’s just ever since Walmart I don’t think I’m comfortable…”

“With me touching you?”

“Yeah. That.” A sad look crossed Jeremy’s face for a moment before disappearing.

“I won’t, I’m just showing you where the decimal sould go before you make it a fraction.”

“Okay,” Michael followed Jeremy’s instructions getting half way through the problem when his phone vibrated in his pocket. Picking it up he saw it was a text from Jake.

yo Mikey I’m throwing a bomb ass party tonight and u r invited- -no thanks no thanks?- -don’t like parties come on dude, please?- it’ll just be me and the rest of the drama squad- except Chloe- she’s angry- -… -idk please?- -… -fine awesome!- c u tonight at my place- btw, pepperoni or bacon for pizza?- -def. pepperoni coolio-

Michael pocketed his phone as he looked up to see Jeremy had disappeared again. Michael looked down at his homework surprised.

‘Weird, thought was only halfway through.’

The page had all been filled out except for the last one. ~~ Chloe checked her phone again. Still nothing from Brooke.

'Damn it, how long is that bi-Brooke going to ignore me? She would’ve usually cracked by now. God damnit.’

The last text she’d sent was from less then a minute ago, she knew Brooke has seen her messages at this point. She was being ignored. By Brooke. And this was really starting to piss her off. Checking Instagram she went to Brooke’s page to see she had been unfriended by the blonde.

'Why doesn’t Brooke want to talk to me? Wait, I already know. That freak, Michael. Ever since he started claiming he could see ghost boy Jeremy Heere Brooke suddenly stopped listening to me-’

“Ms.Valentine, I’m trying to teach. Please put that phone away.”

~~

“Does Jake invite you to a lot of parties now?” Jeremy asked as they stood in front of the mirror in Michael’s room as the living boy tried on another one of his red button up shirts. “Also, these literally all look the same. Do you just buy your shirts on bulk?”

“Sometimes. And not really. Or at least I never go.”

“Why not? You’re being invited to Jake freaking Dillinger’s party. That’s like the most awesome thing that could happen to you in highschool.”

“Yeah going to a loud, crowded house party surrounded people drunk of their asses because people feel sorry for you sounds really awesome.”

“Feel sorry for you?”

“The only reason I’m invited is because feels bad about what happened to you.”

“Oh…then why are you going tonight?”

“Well I just thought I haven’t ever really gone to a highschool party and it’s only like five people. If I’m lucky Chloe won’t be there,” Michael decided on one of his identical red shirts taking off his hoodie allowing Jeremy to see his chest. The teen turned away until Michael walked past him towards the bathroom. Heading over to the medicine cabinet he brought out a bottle of old spice Jeremy got him for his birthday. Michael made a face as he shared it on. “Aw, Christ. This smells horrible. Jeremy is it obvious?”

“I don’t know, I can’t smell.”

“Oh.”

“Wait I got you that three years ago. You’ve never work it before?”

“It seems with a good reason, do you think I have time for a shower?”

“What time does the party start?”

“Seven.” Jeremy’s head peeked through the wall before coming back into the bathroom.

“It’s seven thirty.”

“Yeah I still got time.” ~~ “So when’s Michael supposed to get here?” Rich asked looking up from the game of Mario Kart he and Jenna were playing.

“Yeah it’s like eight o'clock already,” Christine said snapping out of her nap, “Maybe we should call it-”

“No he’ll be here any minute maybe he ran into traffic or something.” Jake was playing with his red cup nervously, unable to remember if this was his third or fourth cup of beer. Brooke noticed this taking the cup away from him.

“Jake he lives two blocks away. He didn’t get stuck in traffic.” That’s when the front doorbell rang prompting Brooke to open the door and see Michael dressed nicer than earlier. “Woah, Michael you…” She trailed off when her nose caught a whiff of the scent she new all too well. Covering her nose she unconsciously backed away, Michael noticed.

“I took a shower but even then it didn’t wash off.”

“You smell like my ex Peter, he always smelled like Old Spice.” Jake walked past the blonde, barely fazed by the scent as he pat Michael on the back.

“Glad you could make it bro! Here,” he handed Michael a red cup, “drink up, the nights just beginning!”

“I’m not much of a beer guy-”

“Come on dude, just a drink or two.”

Michael looked over towards Jeremy who nodded. Just…one beer wouldn’t hurt.

An Hour Later:

“~And I will always love you!~” Michael sat on top of the kitchen table moving his head as he sang along to the music. Everybody else was either gone or passed out on the floor for some reason except for Michael who fell as he tried to get off the table. “Oh come on Jeremy~ I know y-you’re here, pfffttt Heere, somewhere~” There wasn’t a response as Michael drunkenly stumbled towards the door. “W-w-well you guys this was fun but I need to go home~ Bye~”

He fumbled with the handles for a few moments before finally opening the door as he felt a small buzzing sensation in his neck.

'Man how much did I drink? Pfff who cares. I need to go home and wait…where’s Jeremy? Jeremy’s missing, I should find him.’ Through his buzzed haze Michael stumbled out of the driveway to the street giggling all the way as he came to a stop in the middle of the road to look up at the sky. 'Woah, there’s so many stars or maybe I should try and count them…one, two-’

“Michael!” A voice called out to the teen at he turned around but instead seeing the source he saw a bright light coming towards him.

'Aliens? Cool, maybe I should go towards the light.’

“Michael!” That was the last thing the teen heard before the sounds of screeching breaks and someone screaming.

Ch.14

Michael’s head pounded as his eyes slowly opened, a beeping should came from nearby.

“Mmmmm….” The whiteness of whatever room he was in was blinding. 'Jesus Christ my eyes.’ His vision came into focus as began to look around the room. He was in a hospital bed, the being was coming from a heart monitor. There were two seats next to the bed, his mom was asleep, her head hanging slightly off the arm of the chair. Turning around he saw Jeremy pacing in front of his bed. His friend came to a stop when he noticed Michael was awake.

“Michael!” He rushed over to the other teen’s side.

“Jeremy?” This came out as a hoarse whisper as he tried to sit up but quickly laid back down from the pain in his chest. “…fuck…Jeremy, what happened last night?”

“You don’t remember?”

“Nothing past getting to Jake’s party…” Michael clutched his chest in pain as he said that, “Christ it feels like a car hit me.”

“That’s because it did.”

“Wait, what?”

“You were in the middle of street when a car hit you. You’ve been asleep for the whole day.”

“Holy Shit.” Michael tried remember anything from the drunken haze that was the party last night. Nothing was clear except for one thing…“I-I think I was looking for you.”

“Why would you be looking for me? I was right there.”

“N-no you weren’t. I remember you weren’t there.”

“Where else would I be?”

“I don’t know, but you weren’t there.” Jeremy didn’t say anything annoying Michael but before he could say anything Michael’s mom snapped awake at Michael’s louder voice.

“Michael, thank God you’re awake!” She went to hug him but pulled away when he winced. “Oh right sorry.” Instead she kissed him on the cheek before giving him a familiar look of disappointment. “Just what the hell were you thinking? Going to a party without telling me, getting drunk and running into the street? You almost died Michael.”

“How do you know I was drunk?”

“Michael I can still smell it on you.” Michael didn’t respond as his mother sat back down in her chair. “You’re grounded until next week. No leaving the house except for school, no car-”

“No phone?”

“You don’t even have a phone anymore, it was crushed in the accident.”

“Oh…”

“I didn’t eat any of your friends to the police but I did find out it was this Jake Dillinger who threw the party so I’m going to have a talk with him.”

“Mom-”

“End of discussion. Now I’m going to go get a nurse.” She left the room slamming the door behind her. Michael looked back at Jeremy who was now sitting in one of the chairs. What the hell was Jeremy hiding from him? Why was he lying? Multiple questions ran through his head but he kept them in when the door opened again as both his mom and a nurse came in.

~~

“-thank you, have a great day mam.” Mrs.Mell signed the last paper before opening the door so that Michael didn’t hit his leg brace on anything. Three fractured ribs, a sprained ankle and a concussion. Nothing too serious and they had already given his mom the prescription for his pain medication. Getting on the car needed help lifting his foot without hurting himself.

The drive home was awkwardly silent. Pulling into the driveway he handed her his car keys before they went up to his room together as she set him in the bed before leaving the room, locking the door behind her. Jeremy was now on the floor staring at Michael before the boy climbed out of bed heading over to his window.

“Michael what are you doing?”

“Leaving.”

“What? Why? You’re really screwed up right now.”

“Maybe but I’m not going to make any progress helping you from a bed.”

“Helpi-Michael what are you talking about? You’re hurt and it’s starting to rain. How are you even going to climb down?”

“The tree.” Michael said this as he lifted the window sill.

“Michael stop those just hurting yourself more, what do you even expect to do? Walk all the way to Jake’s house? Newsflash, that’s crazy.”

“How’d you know I was going to Jake’s house?”

“That’s besides the point.”

“No it’s not. And why were you lying about last night? About being there the whole time? I know you weren’t. If you were you would’ve taken over again and pushed me out of the way.” Jeremy was silent as Michael said that making the bespectacled boy let out an annoyed sound. “Yeah that’s what I thought. I’m leaving and you can’t stop me.” Michael was about to take a step out but suddenly found he couldn’t move as his body froze. “What the hell? Jeremy?” Turning around he saw his friend staying to come in and out of existence, like he was…glitching.

“Activating Emergency Memory Core: Processing.” Wait. What? Emergency Processor Core? Michael watched frozen as Jeremy came in and out for minutes before fully coming back.

“Jeremy, what the fuck is going on?”

“I’m sorry Michael, I can’t allow you to hurt yourself anymore like this. As your SQUIP it’s my duty to keep you happy and safe.”

“W-what are you saying? SQUIP?”

“I’m sorry Michael. I am not the real Jeremy. I am not a ghost. I am a Super Qualified Unit Intel Processor. Your friend Richard Goranski slipped me into your Mountain Dew drink the night before school started. It wasn’t just you getting sick that night.”

“W-wait, you’re saying Rich gave me you?”

“To make you feel better. He saw your declining mental and physical state and wanted to help.”

“Y-you’re kidding. You have to be real, all those memories, the possession, what you did in the bathroom-”

“Michael, I only remember things about Jeremy that you do. I have access to your body that allows for possession. The bathroom lights were electricity charges I put out.”

“But the stall doors-”

“Michael, I can explain it all.” Michael felt tears falling down his face as Jere-the SQUIP let his muscles unfreeze as he fell down to the floor. “I’m truly sorry for the pain over caused you but if it makes any difference I treasure the relationship we shared.” Michael didn’t say anything as he wiped his face off trying and failing to compose himself. “I’m going to guide you how to get out of the house, in a much less dangerous way so that you can talk to Rich. It seems apparent that you two have things to talk about.” Michael didn’t say anything as he got off the floor and followed the A.I. outside of the room.

Ch.15 Confrontation

Rich sat in front of his TV playing Call of Duty when there was a knock at the door.

'Weird,’ Rich thought walking towards the door, 'I thought Jake was working today.’ Opening the door he was greeted by a scowling Michael who was wearing what looked like pajamas with a scowl on his face and a brace on his ankle.

“Bro, great to see you’re still alive! Jake told me about last night, you got hit by car? That’s-”

“I know Rich.”

“Know? Know what?”

“About the SQUIP. It told me.”

“Oh.”

“Oh? That’s all you have to say?”

“Well what do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know, how about sorry for giving you a computer that pretended to be my dead best friend?” Michael made his way into the house now grabbing Rich by his shirt. “What the fuck?”

“Hey I didn’t know it would try and pretend to be Jeremy but it helped you right?”

“Helped me?! You knew the whole time and you just let it happen?”

“Michael, the night before school started you looked like shit. You have washed your hair in days, your bags had bags and I saw the cuts on your arms. Believe it or not as your friend I actually care about what’s happening to you. So…I slipped one into the Mountain Dew I gave you.” Michael let go of the smaller boy’s shirt as he shoved him away, backing away so that he could leave against the wall. Tears were running down his face again as he sank down to the floor. Rich sat down next to and Je-the SQUIP say on the other side of him.

“I-I don’t know what to do now…”

“If you want, the can get rid of me Michael. I’m not helping you and now I’m not even fully functioning.” The words came out of Jeremy’s mouth making Michael even more confused. “Ever since the alcohol last night I haven’t been properly functioning. Glitching in and out, unable to look up previous data, of you walked away right now and I didn’t know where you were going I shouldn’t be able to follow you Michael.”

“Rich…”

“Yeah dude?”

“The SQUIP wants me to get rid of it.”

“Do you want to get rid of it?”

“Kind of…but at the same time…it’s all I have left of Jeremy. I don’t want to lose him again.”

“That’s alright dude. I understand but if you ever want to, I have some Mountain Dew Red.”

“I know, but I think I need some help. Like serious help. And maybe some distance from Squeremy.” Rich burst out laughing as Michael said that. “What’s so funny?”

“Squeremy? Oh my God! That’s amazing.” The newly dubbed Squeremy smoked at that at that name.

“Squeremy. I like that.” It took Rich a moment to stop laughing before he could articulate his words again.

“B-but seriously, about the help thing? Why don’t you see that therapist dude Jeremy’s dad has been seeing?”

“That actually sounds like a good idea. But maybe Squeremy could stay here? Just until I get back?”

“Uh, sure. I guess.”

“Thanks dude,” Rich nodded his head before hugging Michael. The teen thought about pushing him away for a moment before accepting the embrace. An actual human touch. He doesn’t even think about Squeremy hearing the thought, human touch.

Something the SQUIP knew it could never provide Michael.

~~

“-so Michael is this your first time coming to Therapy?” Michael sat in the red chair just across from the therapist’s desk fiddling with the stress ball that was on the desk next to him.

“I went a few times last year but that was just the one at the school. She didn’t help a lot.” The man’s house was big, Michael had to walk through the living room to get to the office that was decorated with various papers and certificates. It felt almost claustrophobic with how tightly packed it was.

“I’d imagine, schools are where the therapists that got straight D’s are sent,” Michael let out a snort at that, “but don’t tell anyone I said that. My sister’s a teacher counselor.”

“I won’t. At least, as long as you don’t tell my mom I’m coming here. She found out yesterday and “double” grounded me. Whatever that means.“

"You know, you remind me of my son when he was your age, sixteen?”

“Nah I’m seventeen.”

“You’re kidding? You look younger.”

“Yeah I get that a lot.” The man was about to say something when his phone rang. He made an annoyed face as he looked down at the screen.

“It looks like Mr.Heere’s calling again. Do you mind if I take this? It mayhem be a while…”

“No, it’s chill got my stress ball,” Michael have the red ball a squeeze to emphasize his point.

“Alright, I’ll be back as soon as possible.” He left the room closing the door behind him. It was a few seconds. Then a minute. Then a few minutes. Michael got up to stretch his legs to avoid boredom. God the stress ball wasn’t helping….heading over to the deal he saw a picture of the therapist and a teenage boy. It seemed old and frayed, the man looked a lot younger. The teenage boy must have been his son. Curious Michael looked around the desk area when he saw an album labelled family photos.

'I shouldn’t…’ But there was no little voice in his head telling him directly not to. That voice was back at Rich’s house playing Call please Duty. Taking the album out of the book case Michael began to flip through it. More pictures of the boy in the frame. Further in he saw photos of the man with two boys, one a few years younger than the boy in the frame. Another son? Foiling further he stopped when he saw a familiar photo.

It was a picture of him, Jeremy and Jeremy’s dad at the park for Jeremy’s sixth birthday party. 'Mr.Heere must have given him this…’ Flipping through he found a few other pictures Michael recognized from Jeremy’s house. 'Jesus Mr.Heere, what did you-wait.’ Michael turned the page again and saw a photo of Jeremy only…he was with Dr.Graham.

Jeremy was sitting in a chair and the doctor was behind him smiling. Jeremy on the other hand…his mouth was in more of a grimace than a smile and his eyes were wide. Flipping further the pictures of Jeremy and the man became more frequent, Jeremy looking worse with every page turn. Dr.Graham, the man who moved next door to Jeremy’s dad, became his therapist…

Michael felt himself get sick as be realized who’s house he was in. He needed to leave, call the police he-

“What the hell are you doing?”

[i-just-love-writing-crap]

All the Clinginess Part 1

Warnings: Swearing and poorly written fluff/smut Word Count: 2394 Part 2 | Part 3

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Michael has been clinging to you for the past few months. However, in his defense, you had gotten into a rather bad car accident a few months back. You were in a coma for a few days back then. Ever since you came back to school, Michael could not keep his hands off you. Walking through school, you heard people whispering about you and your boyfriend, but you cared not. Until three certain girls started talking.

“Oh my God, it’s another day of the Stoner never letting go of his alcoholic girlfriend,” Chloe said to her friends, Brooke and Jenna.

Jenna scoffed and rolled her eyes, “God, he’s so desperate for human contact that he can’t stop touching that alcoholic.”

You growled and snapped your head to look at them as you and Michael passed them, “Go fuck yourselves, you pussy-sucking cunt-breaths! I’m not a drunk! I got smashed head-on by a drunk driver!”

Michael pulled you close to him, placing a kiss on your forehead, cooing at you, “Oh, c'mon, babe. You know they’re just fucking with you, don’t let them get to you.”

Melting into your boyfriend’s kiss, you smiled and answered, “Fine~ I’ll let it go this time, but they do it again, I’m gonna smack them.”

“Hey, (y/n), Michael!” Jeremy said, waving to them.

You looked at your other best friend and answered, “Jer, my man, how you doing?” Michael placed a kiss against your temple, stroking your waist. “Mikey, the hell are you doing? I’m not going anywhere,” you told him, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

Your dark-haired geeky boyfriend smiled at you and said, “I dunno, I just want to kiss you and never let go of you~!”

“Michael, we still have school to do. You’ll have to let go of me at some point,” you spoke truthfully.

Pouting, the geek answered, “Then I will do it whenever we see each other!”

Jeremy laughed, “Michael, don’t smother (y/n/n) with your obnoxious love.”

“I’m not smothering her, am I, babe?” Michael asked with a frown. He really didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable and if he was smothering you, he wanted you to tell him.

The things Jeremy put in your boyfriend’s head made you want to slightly punch him. You sighed and rolled your eyes, lightly punching Jeremy’s arm, “My fucking God, Jer! Look what you got him saying!” You looked at your boyfriend and said, “No, Michael, you’re not smothering me. Even if you were, it would be amazing to have you smother me. You touching me all over? Sign me the fuck up~!”

Both Jeremy and Michael’s faces lit up with blushes. “B-babe…” Michael stuttered. He leaned in to your ear and whispered, “Do you want to sign up for that?”

You smiled and whispered back, “Yeah, sure, why not? You touching me all over, sounds like fun. Mind signing me up for it?”

A giddy feeling rose through Michael’s body as he answered you, “Of course, (y/n/n), I’ll sign you right up. You’ll get yours after school, sound good to you?”

Jeremy looked at you and Michael as you whispered back and forth. “Could you two wait for like, eight hours?” he snickered.

“No, I can’t,” you laughed. As if on cue, Michael kissed your cheek. “Michael~”

“What, babe?” asked a grinning Michael.

You looked at him and kissed his cheek back, “Stop kissing me every five seconds~!” You were obviously joking.

“But I love you so much and I wanna show it to everyone that I love my AWESOME GIRLFRIEND,” he shouted so the whole school could hear his proclamation of his love for you.

You blushed and try to wiggle out of his grip. “M-Michael…” you mutter.

Jeremy laughed at you two and said, “Match made in heaven.”

“Jer!” you exclaimed.

Michael brought his other hand to cup your cheek. He stopped you three in the middle of the hallway; he looked into you (e/c) orbs for an abnormally long period of time. Eventually, your geeky boyfriend started to leaned in for a kiss on the lips. Shortly after he started leaning forward, your lips touched, but only briefly. Jeremy interrupted you two before the kiss could escalate with a nervous laugh, “Guys, we’re in the hallway.”

Pulling away from the kiss, Michael sighed, “Thanks, dude. I would’ve gotten carried away.”

“I know, dude, that’s why I said something,” came his answer.

You blushed and comb a hand through your hair. “Yeah, we woulda forgotten where we were at,” you muttered. You saw the time and gasped, “We have to go to period one guys! Michael, I need you to let go of me so I can go.”

The handsome young man frowned and looked at you, saying, “No, please no, (y/n/n). I can walk you to class.”

You looked into his eyes and said, “Fine. You can walk me to class, Mell.” Michael smiled and walked you to class.

“I’ll meet you at your last period and then we go to the PT Cruiser,” he whispered into your ear.

“And you’re gonna never stop touching me the whole way, yeah?”

He smiled goofily, “You know me so well, babe.” You rolled your eyes and as you reached your classroom, you give Michael a kiss on the cheek and walk inside your class.

***

There were five minutes left before school ended. Five fucking minutes. And you were peeved off to the max. The whole day you had been made fun of by Brooke, Jenna and Chloe making fun of you and Michael and it ebbed at your nerves. You wanted to bash in their slutty heads all day, but your glorious boyfriend and best friend had kept you at bay. Mainly with your boyfriend’s arm being slung across your waist and peppering kisses across your face for the majority of the day—which you were perfectly fine with, you loved when Michael showered you with attention.

You sighed and leaned against your left hand as you imagined your boyfriend. His tuft of dark brown hair styled upwards, his chocolate eyes that you could get lost in all the time, his caramel skin that you loved to touch and kiss. And the crème de la crème—Michael’s gorgeous lips had your mind reeling for days. His goofy smile sent you into orbit. Not to mention some things his mouth did set your whole body aflame.

Oh, like what he did a few weeks ago that had your whole body tingling as you reached your peak. Boy were you loud that day. Your mom was so proud of her little girl’s man that she made you your favorite cobbler (or dessert of your choice) the next day. Yep, your mom was one of those moms, but you loved her so much.

You remembered that one time you decided to be bold and gave him some quality road-head when you and him were going to the 7/11 late at night. That was so much fun. You remembered the look in his hazy, darkened eyes as he looked down at you every time the car stopped, even if just for a moment. A shiver shot down your spine as you remembered some words he groaned out in a gravely voice; and a rush of electricity shot through your body as you recalled how he pulled your hair and refused to let you out of the car before he finished. Oh yeah, that was fun, 10/10 must do again.

Thus that was how you spent the last five minutes of school you spent thinking about your boyfriend, in many ways. 95% of them not safe for school. But you were still really pissed off. Like, really pissed off. “God I fucking hate them,” you mumbled to yourself.

The bell rang and you shot out of your seat. You were ready to get the hell out of that school. Ready to get away from those sluts who pick on you and Michael and Jeremy—before you throttled them. As soon as you bolted out of the classroom door, Michael was there to catch your waist. “Hey there, babe! Where you going in a hurry?” he asked you.

“Oh geez, Mike! I was ready to go,” you said, your foul mood shining through your words.

Immediately, Michael noticed your bad mood and said, “Babe, what happened? You’re in a bad mood.”

“I’m just ready to get out of here,” you hissed.

“Okay, let’s go, babe. You can tell me what’s wrong when we get home, okay?” he said as he lead you away. Towards his PT Cruiser.

***

After thirty minutes, because you two stopped at 7/11 for slushes, you arrived at Michael’s house. “Okay, babe! We’re at mi casa!” he laughed goofily as he got out of his car.

You got out of his PT Cruiser and crossed your arms. “Yay,” you said sarcastically as you walked to his door.

“Okay, that’s it, tell me what’s wrong, babe,” he said in a concerned tone as he walked up to you.

“Don’t fuckin worry about it,” you answered, walking into his house.

Michael stepped into the house and watched as you kept your back turned to him. “Babe,” he said as he walked up behind you. Hugging you from behind, arms wrapped snugly around your waist, he said gently into your ear, “C'mon, dude, tell me what happened today that made you so upset. Please.”

You sighed and breathed in his scent. It was a calming scent to you, but to others it was the smell of cherry slush with the slightest hint of weed. “Fine,” you breathed out, “Brooke, Jenna and Chloe pissed me off today. They wouldn’t stop calling me an alcoholic, you a stoner and Jer a fucking loser. It fucking got on my last god damn nerve today, Michael! I’m sick of them thinking they’re better than you or me or Jeremy, they aren’t anything more than pussy-sucking cunt-breaths!”

Michael sighed and laid his head on your shoulder. “Babe, you know that’s how they are,” he answered, his warm breath hitting your neck.

Shivering at the warmth of his breath on your neck, you answered, “I know it is but…” you sucked in a breath, “…it’s annoying.”

Knowing the effect he had on you, Michael started to kiss your neck. You shuddered and if Michael hadn’t had his arms wrapped around your waist, you would have fallen down. “C'mon babe,” he whispered against your skin, “wanna go to my room and—”

“Get stoned?” you questioned with an amused grin.

Michael’s face lit up as he saw a smile grave your lips. “There’s a smile on my gorgeous girlfriend’s face,” he grinned, “but, hell nah! I don’t want to get stoned right now.”

You blushed and covered your face, muttering, “We should finish our slushes!”

“Oh, we can always go get more afterwards,” he spoke near your ear as he leaned against your neck again. He pressed a kiss to your jaw. “Right now I have another addictive taste on my mind,” he whispered.

“W-why do you get so… like this, Michael~? You don’t even see like the type to be so dominant,” you gasped as he started nibbling on your neck, rendering you helpless.

You felt him shrug as he answered, “Because you just do something to me, I guess?”

“Fuck,” you breathed, “just take me to your room…”

Not needing to be told twice, Michael dragged you to his room. Halfway to his room, you had wrapped your arms around his neck and started heatedly kissing him. Your fingers combed through his soft hair, and he hummed appreciatively into your kiss. You gasped into the kiss as one of Michael’s hands grabs your ass and grinds you against him—and boy was he excited, but so were you. After all, how couldn’t you be excited? You still tasted his slushee on his lips and he was your geeky boyfriend who always strived to make you smile and giggle.

As you two stumbled into his room, you were quickly pressed against the bedroom door. Michael had reluctantly pulled away from your heated kiss to look into your eyes for a brief moment. “God, you are so gorgeous, (y/n)~ what’d I ever do to deserve you,” he spoke sweetly as he undid your pants and pulled at your shirt. Michael left open-mouthed kisses down your neck, nibbling occasionally as he tried to find your sweet spot.

You squeezed your eyes shut as Michael found your sweet spot. He pulled down your pants and left you only in your panties and shirt (with a bra on). When you peaked open your eyes, all you saw was Michael kneeling before you. “M-Michael, n-no,” you weakly protest.

Looking up at you from between your legs, “Oh, but (y/n), yes. Right here, right now,” Michael said. He smiled up at you and pulled your panties down, marveling at your core. He licked his lips and breaths in your intoxicating smell (to him at least), “Oh the sweet taste of you is something I can never get enough of.”

That geek’s words turned you into absolute mush. You looked down at him and just the sight of him licking his lips as he gazed at your core. “Oh my god,” you shuddered and collapsed against the door, sinking to the floor.

“Oh, this works, too,” Michael said, leaning close to your core. “God, you’re so gorgeous, both inside and out,” he spoke, dipping two fingers into your folds. You gently throw your head back into the door and gasp. Michael pressed a kiss on your inner thigh, enjoying the sight of you sighing for his touch. His kisses hiked up as his mouth got closer to your core and your blushing and gasping got worse. “If you were any hotter, (y/n), my glasses would fog up,” he snickered and leaned into the apex of your thighs.

“M-Michael! Get on with it,” you moaned. “Also, fucking quit saying that shit, you sexy geek. Eat me or fuck me!”

“Is both an option?” he asked with a grin, from between your legs.

Your breath hitches as you answer, “Both is an viable option! Just… please…”

[lasimreaper-tingz]

Walmart; A BMC documentary

It was 2:46 in suburban New Jersey. Since the Author lives in NJ herself, she knows that there is a Walmart everywhere in New Jersey. So, what happens when the BMC squad goes to one of them? Hell. ———·———·———·———· “We need to go to Walmart!” Rich announced to the whole group. “Why?” Jeremy asked. There was one bowl/packet/box of every snack laid across the floor and table. “Oh god.” Jake muttered, carefully placing his head into his hands. “We don’t have goldfish crackers.” Rich answered, already moving to get his coat and shoes. “Please don’t fight him on this. Especially after what happen last time.” Jake said, getting up and following him. Chloe rubbed the bite mark on her neck before getting up and following the two boys and Brooke lagged behind her. Christine shrugged and whispered, “Craft section.”. Michael and Jeremy looked at each other. “Remember the last time we went to Walmart?” Michael asked, getting up. “scREEEE” Jenna Rolan screeched, crawling from the store’s bakery on all fours. “Where the low prices touch is our kingdom.” She whispered. “Sadly, yes.” Jeremy sighs, following Michael. “I still have the nightmares.” Michael mutters. “I know baby, I know.” Jeremy comforts, putting a supporting arm around Michael ~At Walmart~ We all ran in different directions. Christine ran to the craft section, Chloe and Brooke went towards the bikes, Rich and Jake went towards the goldfish, and Michael and Jeremy were still at the entrance.

Christine:

“HUMNA SEEYUI.” Christine chanted. Suddenly the entire aisle lights turned off. The only thing illuminating her face were the suddenly lit red candles. The hot glue guns flew off their racks. “KUAYO WUDHR” she continued the ritual. The 3-packs of plain tote bags got flung off the stand they were on. “DAB.” She finished the ritual. The fabric markers, art markers, paint, easels, and canvases collasped on the floor, spelling out “STALE MEME” “With the power of Heather, Glinda, Juliet, and more.” Christine started the next chant.

Rich and Jake:

“We are not about to have sex in a Walmart bathroom.” Jake declared. He had just torn his face away from Rich’s. Okay, now they weren’t sex-craved monkeys (even though if you were to ask anybody, said person would say other ways) but, even Jake had his standards. “We almost got arrested for the break room thing last week though.” Rich reasons. Jake sighs as he nods in agreement. “Okay, fine.” Jake nods, holding out his hand for Rich to grab it

Chloe and Brooke:

Chloe and Brooke are currently having a race on bikes with training wheels on them. No, it isn’t any of that pansy shit where they only go around the bike rack no, It was the extreme. They race around the entire store. Since they took different routes, the only way to determine the true winner was who made it back to the bike rack first. So, here are their stories (dun dun).

Chloe~

Chloe thinks about turning into the craft section but, she realizes the lights are turned off. Not in the store, just in that one aisle. So she takes a turn. “Ma’am, you are not allowed to ride that in here, especially if you’re not paying for it.” A stuffy Walmart employee demands. Chloe knows what she needs to do. She takes a hair band from her pocket and ties her brown hair into a ponytail. Taking her feet off of the petals, she takes herself back. “Thank you for your cooperati-” The dumbass employee is cut short. Chloe Valentine had just run over a Walmart employee with a bike that had training wheels. Amazing.

Brooke~

To be honest, Brooke wasn’t even gonna do it. She was just gonna go into the aisle over and stay parked near the bike rack. It was a simple plan. Then, the unthinkable happened. “Oh hi Brooke! Nice to see you!” Jenna Rolan greeted, a basket hangs off her arm. Oh shit. Nobody wanted to talk to Jenna or even see her in a Walmart because of what everyone knew would happen. “H-hey Jenna!” Brooke stuttered out, slowly moving backwards on the tiny bike. “You know, it’s been a while since I’ve been in a Walmart.” Jenna confesses, dropping her basket. “I-I well, I-uhm.” Brooke stutters out moving in a way to make sure that she can get away in a hurry. “It’s too sad because,” Jenna gets down on all fours. “Everywhere the low prices touch is our kingdom.” She growls slowly crawling towards Brooke. A screech emits from both entities. Brooke goes so fast that the floor behind her gets heated.

Michael and Jeremy:

“You realize that we are most definitely not getting goldfish crackers, right?” Michael asks. Jeremy nods his head in agreement. “You realize that we have to find the others right?” Jeremy asks as a response. Michael groans. “It is literally 3 am in a Walmart, you think that this is going to end up good?”. Just as Jeremy began to respond, he spots something. “I found one of them,” Jeremy points an aisle where the lights out. “This is going to end up awful.” he smiles as Michael rolls his eyes. They did a mild jog towards the aforementioned aisle. “I-is that Christine?” Michael asked as they neared the aisle. Jeremy nodded. It was indeed Christine mumbling something. The curse was over though. As soon as she finished her final chant, she dropped to the ground. “Oh my-!” Jeremy ran towards the unconscious girl. “Go get the others!” He shouted to Michael, worried about what could’ve happened to the others. Michael runs away. He looks down aisle upon aisle, looking for his other friends. Chloe wheels out in front of him. “Michael!” She shouts, getting of her toddler’s bike. “Chloe, you look like ass.” Michael comments. “I could say the same to you now, we gotta go because I might be arrested.” She explains, pulling Michael by the hand. “Brooke!” Chloe shouts. Brooke speeds by on a bike of her own. It’s Disney Princess themed with two small seats on the sides. “Get fucking in or else you will actually fucking die.” Brooke growls. Chloe lets go of Michaels hand and they both squeeze and pinch in to the small seats. “SIIIMMMBAAAA” Jenna screeches from a couple feet behind the bike. Michael turns to look at Chloe. Almost like it was rehearsed, they scream at the same time. “Step on it!” Michael yells at Brooke, immediately, they speed.

What the fuck happened to Rich and Jake~

Rich and Jake a calmly checking out a box of Goldfish crackers. “Do you think the others are alright?” Rich asks. “Not at all.” Jake answers, paying the cashier. Are the others alright? “YOU RAN OVER ANOTHER EMPOLYEE!” Michael screeched. “WHO CARES, HE’S DEAD!” Brooke yells back. “Can we get something to eat cause’ I’m hungry.” Jenna asked, crawling closer and closer.

Okay not them. What about Christine and Jeremy?~

“Are you okay?” Jeremy asked, placing Christine down outside of the Walmart. “W-what happened?” A dazed Christine asked. “Nothing, you just were a bit too tired and passed out.” Jeremy lied. Honestly, he couldn’t tell the truth. “All I really remember is going to the craft section then poof! Just gone.” Christine explained, making a brain exploding motion on poof. “Hey, there are Rich and Jake!” Jeremy annouces, pointing to the aforementioned pair

Aww that was nice, I think we can go back to the others now~

“Brooke! That’s the exit!” Chloe yelled, turning back to see if Jenna was still crawling after them. “I don’t care!” Brooke yelled back. Soon they were racing past the doors. Since Jenna in her final form didn’t count as an entity, she was unable to move through the automatic doors. There sat Christine, Jeremy, Rich, and Jake. “Where were you guys?” Rich asked. “Jenna Rolan.” Michael muttered underneath his breath, getting out of the bicycle’s tiny seat. Chloe did the same. Brooke slowly got off the bike, like she was scared to let go. “Home?” Jeremy asked. “Home.” The whole group said at once as they high fived in an 80s freeze frame.

[maple-keenes]

@bmcfemslashweek

There was something to be said about that day, far too sunny and bright for Chloe’s taste. Not enough sadness in the air. Jenna insisted it was better. Less movie-esque.

It didn’t really matter. The fact that there were birds singing wasn’t gonna change the fact that Brooke was dead.

Chloe barely remembered that it was… that day. Her mind was desperately trying to pretend like everything was okay. That Brooke was still by her side.

Michael and Christine weren’t there, but Rich confirmed they hadn’t moved from his and Michael’s couch since the accident. Survivors’ guilt, something or other. As much as Chloe says she doesn’t blame them, that there was no way they could have predicted it, her subconscious kept telling her it was their fault. That maybe if Christine and Brooke had switched seats, or if the car had hit on Michael’s side, she’d still have Brooke.

She wasn’t sure if she wanted to put that upon Rich, though. Lord knows how much the poor guy had had to deal with. So she stayed silent as her dad recounted all the great things Brooke had done, all the people that would miss her. They had tried to get Chloe to speak, saying that her girlfriend should get to say something, but Chloe just shook her head numbly.

“Chloe?” Jenna nudged her shoulder. “We can go home if you want.”

Chloe shook her head. She was determined to make it through the funeral.

“Chloe, you don’t have to. It’s pretty obvious this hurts.” Jenna rested her hand on Chloe’s leg.

“I - “

“Hm?”

“Can we go home?” Chloe said in a small voice.

“Of course.”

Jenna and Chloe stood up, Jenna leading Chloe out of the place.

“Chloe, I know this is really hard on you -”

“Jenna, I don’t wanna talk.” Chloe snapped. “Just… you know where my house is.”

Jenna shut up. “Yeah. I’ll drive you home.”

Chloe sighed. “Thanks.”

They rode home in silence, Chloe desperately trying to keep from crying. Just until you get home, she thought. Only ten more minutes.

Jenna pulled up at Chloe’s house. “Your parents home?”

“No, t-they’re not. They - aren’t usually.”

“Do you want me to come in?”

“Y-yeah. If that’s alright, I m-mean.”

Jenna blinked a couple times, as if shocked. “Yeah. I can do that.”

They walked inside, the tears stinging at Chloe’s eyes.

“Chlo, do you want some food or something?”

“Y-yeah. Can you check if there’s any ice cream?” She sniffled. “I’ll be up in my room.”

“Mhmm.” Jenna made her way over to the freezer. Chloe sprinted up the stairs, ran into her room, and slammed the door. She collapsed on her bed, sobs racking her body.

“Why? Why her? What did I do? What did I ever do?” Chloe cried. “How do I make it stop?”

She glanced at the stupid acetone stain on her carpet. “And why didn't we ever try and get that out?”

You couldn't! Tried for hours, we did.

“What the hell… is that Brooke’s ghost?”

A blonde girl shimmered into existence and smiled. No. That would be stupid. More like a physical representation of your grief.

“Because that makes perfect sense.”

Not-Brooke glared at her. It's a side effect of the SQUIP, I believe.

“The what?”

The SQUIP. The night of the play? I'm technically a SQUIP. But as soon as I complete my goal of getting you over Brooke, I'll disappear.

“I doubt I'll ever be over Brooke.”

Not-Brooke grinned. Not over her death… I exist solely to get you over her love.

“That makes literally no sense.”

Well, fuck you, Chloe.

“I'm not -” She thought for a second. “Am I allowed to turn you off?”

Of course. Though I'd keep crying as Jenna gets here. Not-Brooke winked and flickered out.

Chloe rolled her eyes, and grabbed a box of tissues. She turned her mirror towards herself. “Stupid puffy eyes.”

Brooke used to tease her about that.

Puffy eyes, don't you cry, I'll dry your tears and help you smile, if I'm not mistaken.

“Didn't I turn you off?”

Well, yes, but I can turn myself back on fairly easily. Not-Brooke laughed, a slightly metallic sound. Wanna see what else I can do?

“Wait - “

Tear ducts activate.

Chloe started to cry.

Jenna knocked on the closed door. “Chlo? Do you want me to come in?”

“Y-yeah!” Chloe called through the mostly-SQUIP-induced tears.

Jenna opened the door and set the bowl of ice cream on Chloe’s vanity. She sat down next to Chloe. “Are you alright?”

“I-I'm fine.”

“Chloe, you have every right not to be fine.” She paused. “Is it okay if I hug you?”

“Y-yeah, sure.”

Jenna put her arms around Chloe, and Chloe buried her face in Jenna's shoulder and kept crying.

“Shh, shh, it's okay.”

“Jen, it's not okay, she's dead, she's fucking dead, and - “ Chloe’s throat felt like it was closing up.

“Chloe, Chloe, it's gonna be alright.”

Keep crying. It's helping.

“You can go fuck yourself, not-Brooke.” Chloe thought. “My girlfriend's death is none of your business.”

Chloe, there's a reason I took the form of Brooke. I am here to help you. If you keep crying, Jenna will be able to help you.

“Chloe?” Jenna let go of her. “Do you want me to leave?”

“Don't leave!” Chloe blurted. “I mean, please stay.”

Smooth.

“Shut up.” She thought.

“I won't leave…” Jenna looked confused. “Are you alright?”

“No, but… I will be. Someday.”

“it's okay to cry all through today. You'll get back on your feet tomorrow.”

Chloe sniffled. “Thanks, Jen.”

“Alright. What was your favorite thing you ever did with Brooke?”

Accessing memories.

“The hell?” Chloe thought.

I can access your memories and give you memory of things you had forgotten about, like, say… eighth grade dance?

Chloe smiled a little bit. “One of my favorites… our eighth grade dance. I was supposed to go with Jake, but he didn't show up. Brooke, she found me crying in the bathroom and comforted me. We ended up ditching the dance and getting Pinkberry. Walked all the way there in our nice dresses and heels. It was one of the best nights of my life.” Chloe rubbed her eyes. “We stayed there until it closed. Brooke’s house was too far away, so she slept over at my house. Her parents were so mad, but… we didn't care.”

“That's so sweet.” Jenna laughed. “Any more?”

Not-Brooke made a face like she was thinking. Sophomore year. Jake’s basketball game.

“Oh god… when Jake and I were dating, in sophomore year, he asked me to go to one of his basketball games. I was kind of scared to go alone, so I invited Brooke, and we talked through the whole game. I forgot what I was there for, honestly.”

Senior year. The day you asked her out.

Chloe took a shaky breath. The memories were getting a little bit closer to home, but she was determined to tell them. “The day I asked her out… she and I had gotten into a fight about something that seems so stupid now, but at the time, she was really mad. I stormed over to her house and tried to talk it out, and it ended in a screaming match. Eventually, she broke down, and… well, the rest is history.”

The night of the party.

“And how could I forget that last night? First kiss… the best memory.”

Jenna laughed. “I can't believe… how close you two were.” Something about the way she trailed off led Chloe to believe that wasn't what she had planned to say.

“Yeah.”

“I'm so sorry.”

“What did you do?”

Jenna laughed bitterly. “Well, it was my idea to have her ride with Christine and Michael, wasn’t it? Some suggestion about keeping the lovebirds apart.”

“Oh, Jen…”

“Hey, I bet you’re telling yourself the same thing.”

“I am, but still…”

“Chloe.” Jenna forced a smile. “You did nothing wrong.”

“I guess not…”

“Let’s just… enjoy each other’s company for now.”

“Yeah.”

They sat on Chloe’s bed for a while, Chloe crying off and on, and Jenna occasionally comforting her. Eventually, Jenna didn’t let go and she held her until both girls were almost asleep. It came very close to feeling like one of the many times she’d shared with Brooke, and… maybe she didn’t have to go through this alone.

[katymacsupernatural]

New Traditions

Dean Winchester x Reader

1200 Words

Story Summary: Feeling down and out of sorts, Dean notices and tries to make Y/N feel better by creating a new tradition.

This is for Kari and Ida’s 12 Days of Christmas Challenge. Today’s challenge was Christmas Lights. 

Another town, another hunt. It didn’t seem to matter that it was the holiday season. That normal people were rushing around shopping, or spending time with their loved ones. Traditions were being continued, or new ones were starting. Lights twinkled on almost every single house, open curtains showcasing their well decorated trees.

But as Dean drove down the snow-covered streets, you looked at all the sights with sadness. Knowing it was for a different life, a different person. Not for a hunter that lived daily out of a motel, never knowing if this hunt would be her last. You used to enjoy Christmas, and all it had to offer. But now the decorations only brought you sadness and hopelessness.

“Hey Y/N, you okay?” Dean asked you, peering at you through the rear-view mirror. “You seem kind of quiet tonight.”

“Just tired.” You answered. It wasn’t like Dean would understand where you were coming from. He had seemed to forget all about Christmas, and seeing the lights and the trees didn’t seem to bug him as much as it did you.

Frowning, he stared at you a moment longer before turning his gaze back to the road, and the hotel that was just down the street. Pulling in front of the two-story building that looked more like an overgrown cottage than a hotel, you were surprised to see little decorated trees in each of the windows, lights weaved around the balcony.

“I’ll get the keys!” Sam exclaimed, bounding towards the lobby, leaving you to get the luggage with Dean.

“So, are you sure it’s just tired?” He asked. “Because I’ve seen you tired. Like after a hunt tired, and you still like to talk. This…” He explained, pointing to your face. “This seems sad.”

“Can we just drop it?” You asked him, wishing Sam would hurry up.

“No!” He exclaimed. “I care about you, and I want you to be happy. So please, tell me what’s wrong!”

Sighing, you placed your hands on your hips. “It’s just really hard, you know? Seeing all the decorations, watching families do things together like decorate the tree, or go looking at lights. It’s hard to see that and know that I won’t have that.”

“You could.” He tried appeasing you. “There’s still a chance that you’ll get out of this life, have that normal apple pie life. 2.5 kids, a mangy dog.”

Shaking your head, you wiped away the tear that slipped down your cheek just as Sam came back with the key. Taking it from him, you headed straight for room 117, ready to get away from the awkward conversation.

After tossing your bag onto the bed, you went straight into the bathroom, hoping that a nice long, steamy shower would calm your emotions. Or at least Sam and Dean would be gone to the nearest bar by then, leaving you to mope by yourself.

After taking up almost all the hot water, you wrapped your hair in a towel, stepping into your leggings and sweatshirt before making your way into the main room. “Finally!” Dean exclaimed, making you knock your head against the wall. “I was wondering if you were going to spend the night in there.”

“Dean, what are you doing here?” You asked him, not seeing Sam anywhere.

“This is my hotel room too.” He teased.

“It’s just, you’re usually at the bar by now. New town, new girls. Don’t stay because of me.” You grumbled, plopping down on the bed, reaching for the remote but he beat you to it.

“Nope, no bar. I wanted to spend some time with my favorite girl.” He insisted, holding his hand out to you. “And not here in this hotel room all night. I have a plan.”

“Dean, I’m not in the mood for a bar, so why don’t you…” You tried again, but he shook his head, grabbing your hand and pulling you to your feet.

“No bar. Just you, me and Baby. That Christmas music you seem to love so much, along with some hot chocolate. We’re starting our own tradition.” He explained, pulling you towards the door. “We’re going to go look at Christmas lights.”

“Dean, you don’t have to. I know you’re really not into this whole Christmas thing.” You mumbled.

“Nope, we’re doing this. It about broke my heart seeing you all sad earlier, and I want to fix it. And this is what I came up with. I know the holidays always seem to hit you hard. And who knows? Having traditions with you to look forward to each year might make me like this whole Christmas thing a little bit more.”

By this time, you were sitting in the passenger seat, and Dean handed you a blanket to keep your legs warm. Turning the car away from the hotel, he headed towards all the houses on the hill, houses you could already see from here because of all of their lights. Reaching over, Dean pulled you tighter against him. As he slowly drove past the first house, you saw a family inside, just sitting down to dinner. A tree glimmered in the corner, presents already packed high around it. “Dean, do you ever think about that type of life? Finding a girl, settling down and having kids?”

“Not so much anymore.” He answered truthfully. “Before I met you, I tried it, and it didn’t work very well.”

Falling silent once again as Dean drove to the next house, you were surprised when he spoke up, his words soft. “But I do dream about parts of it. The having a family, starting a tradition. But I think I’ve already found the girl. I’ve just been too stupid to say anything.”

Your heart plummeted as you tried to figure out who had captured his heart. Maybe it was that blonde waitress at his favorite diner in Lebanon. Or that brunette bar tender up in Wyoming. “Well, you should stop spending time with me and go tell that girl how you feel. Take her out to look at the lights instead of pitying me.”

“I’m already where I want to be. And she is looking at lights with me.” He answered, shocking you. “Y/N, I know I’m not a great catch, but I don’t want to hide these feelings any longer. I care about you, I’m even falling in love with you. You’re the one I imagine settling down with if I ever did. Picking out a Christmas tree, letting you decorate it while I almost break my neck attempting to put up lights. I would be willing to go through all of that, as long as I got to be with you.”

“Truly?” You asked him, wanting to pinch yourself and see if this was a dream.

“Truly.” He insisted. “I’m willing to do every cheesy Christmas tradition that you want as long as it will make you happy.”

“This is good enough for me.” You answered, snuggling deeper into his embrace as the next house came into view.

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Not What it Seems

Dean Winchester x Reader

1200 Words

Story Summary: The reader attempts something with Sam as her accomplice. 

This is written for Break the Zone Challenge 4. My prompt:  I’m going to need chicken blood, salt, five candles, and a bottle of vodka.

Voices whispered in the room, hushed conversations in the safety of a lightless room. Away from prying eyes and eavesdropping ears. It was a safe room, with your most trusted friend helping you.

“I'm going to need chicken blood, salt, five candles and a bottle of vodka.” You whispered to Sam, whose eyes were wide as he stared down at the bowl in front of you. “Make that chicken thighs along with the chicken blood. This handwriting is hard to read.”

“Are you sure?” Sam asked you, not seeming convinced about what the two of you were currently doing. “I just don’t think this sounds like…”

“Sam, you agreed with me earlier. This needed to be done, and it needs to be done now.” You insisted, the darkness straining your vision. “We have no other choice.”

“I just don’t like it.” Sam mumbled under his breath before he turned towards the paper bag on the counter, pulling out the needed ingredients. Placing the candles in a circle on the table, he turned back towards the bag, pulling out the bag of chicken, frowning at the bloody chicken inside.

“Sam, you’re a hunter, and you’re squeamish over a bag of bloody chicken?” You teased, taking it from him. “Don’t forget the vodka!”

Grateful to be relieved of the bag, Sam turned back, pulling a large bottle of vodka from the paper bag. Opening the bottle, he took a healthy sip before handing it to you. Holding it up to your mouth, taking another healthy sip before pouring some into the large metal bowl in front of you.

Working quickly, you added the chicken and a little bit of the blood to the ingredients already inside, using your hands as written down on the faded piece of paper in front of you. Sam turned away, reaching into his coat to retrieve the lighter from his inside pocket. “Sam, it’s time. Light the candles.”

Sam worked quickly, lighting the 7 candles placed around the bowl, and you reached into the special pouch off to the side. The pouch had come with the instructions, and you had opened it to smell a multitude of herbs, all ground and mixed together to create a heady combination.

With your hand full of the earthy red mixture, you sprinkled it through the candles, each flame bursting as the herbs connected with them. With quite a bit still left in your hands, you dumped it into the bowl, mixing it into the rest of the ingredients. “It’s ready.” You told Sam, holding the bowl up just as the door burst open and Dean came striding into the room.

 He was just tilting the beer up to his mouth when he froze, his eyes widening as he took in the scene in front of him. You knew it looked worse than it was, and you waited to see if Sam would start explaining, or if you would have to.

It took the beer leaking out of the bottle and down his shirt to wake him from his frozen state. Placing the bottle down on the counter, he crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes at you and Sam. “What the hell is going on here?”

“Dean, it’s not what it looks like…” Sam started to explain, holding his hands out as if he had no part in this.

“Y/N got this note from Rowena, and this powder of herbs, and she wanted to try it out. I promised to help, but…” Sam jumbled his words together in his haste to explain to his brother.

“You’re actually following something Rowena gave you?” Dean’s voice rose an octave as he took a step forward. “I never thought you would be stupid enough to follow anything of Rowena’s! She’s a witch! One that’s killed hundreds of people with her spells!”

“It didn’t seem like a big deal.” You muttered, your eyes downcast at the bowl in front of you. “It was just a simple…”

“Nothing with Rowena is simple!” Your boyfriend exclaimed, coming over and grabbing you by the shoulders. “No doubt this is her way to get back to us. Maybe even try to steal back the spell books we refuse to let her take. You need to stop it now, and throw everything away. Now!” He ordered, reaching around you to try and blow out the candles.

“I think I’m just going to sneak out of here.” Sam whispered, leaving you to clean up the mess and argue with Dean. As Dean blew out one of the candles, you reached for the bottle of vodka, raising it to your lips and gulping it down.

“Whoa Y/N!” Dean grabbed the bottle away from you. “What is going on with you tonight? First all the lights are off in the bunker, then I come to find you and Sam running some sort of spell. But not just any spell, a spell by the worst witch herself!! And here I thought we were just going to have a nice night in, dinner and maybe a movie.”

Tears welled up in your eyes. “Dean, I swear this isn’t what it seems like. I just wanted to do something special, and you came home a little too early.”

He pulled you tight to him, wrapping his arms around you, sighing heavily. “Y/N, I’m not mad. Just disappointed, that’s all. Why don’t we throw this all away and head to that little Italian restaurant you love?”

“Or we could have the dinner I had planned if you let me finish it.” You mumbled against his chest.

“Dinner?” He repeated, looking down at you.

“This wasn’t a spell, not really. It was a specialty recipe that Rowena had given me. Something I’ve heard of before. There’s nothing evil going on here, I promise you.” You started explaining.

“But the candles, and the eerie setting, and whatever is in that bowl? It looks like a spell.”

“It’s not. It’s an ancient dish, one that is supposed to be better than chicken noodle soup. And I know you haven’t been able to kick that cold yet. I just wanted to help you.” You explained, but when you looked at the bowl, you had to agree. Even though it still needed to be cooked, it looked unpleasing to the eye. “But maybe we could just go out for dinner instead.”

“You did this, all of this for me?” He asked, and you nodded.

“That’s so freaking sweet!” He exclaimed, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your cheek. When you raised an eyebrow at him, he shrugged. “Still contagious.”

“I just care for your, and will do anything to help you.” You assured him, as he guided you out of the kitchen and into the hallway. “Even if you just want to stay home and order food in.”

“And cuddle in bed?” He asked, smiling at you. Nodding, you smiled at Sam who sat at the library table. “Sounds perfect. But next time, maybe don’t take advice from Rowena next time.”

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Undeniable Heat Chapter 63: Searching

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1300 Words

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

Making your way off the floor was one of the hardest things you had ever done. Your entire body was on fire, sore from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. Your lip was bleeding, as was the knot on your head. Your entire face felt swollen, and with each movement your ribs cried out in agony.

With tears storming downing your cheeks, you used the wall for support. With each step utter torture, you finally collapsed on the bed, the ruined wedding dress right in front of your face. Wiping away your tears, you stared at it. The symbol of your freedom, torn beyond repair. Reminding you that you were just a puppet, and Brad was your master. There was no hope in fighting any more. Jensen probably had no idea where you were, and by the time he found you, it would be too late. You would be married to Brad, on your way to Alaska. Or dead.

Somehow, the last thought didn't bother you as much as it should have. It was a welcome relief, and you knew you would prefer that then being tied to Brad for the rest of your life. It hurt, realizing you would never see Jensen again, but you would rather give up your own life than be at the hands of Brad. Besides, you would probably anger him again, and his anger might be too much the next time.

Knowing you didn't have very long until Brad came to take you to the ceremony, you grasped the silky material in your hand, wondering if you could somehow fix it. Brad was true to his word, he would no doubt make you walk out there naked if you weren't able to fix it.

With shaky hands and painful movement, you began pulling at the material, grateful that the under slip was still in one piece. Standing up, you almost fell back down as pain radiated through your body. Groaning, and almost blacking out, you slipped out of your clothes, pulling the thin slip over your bra and panties. The rest of the dress was useless, but you were able to take a piece of the skirt, wrapping it around your shoulders to ward off some of the frigid air creeping into your room.

A smudged mirror sat atop the dresser in the corner, and you hobbled your way over to it, trying to peer at yourself in the dirty glass. What looked back at you was disheartening. Your hair was in tatters around your head, matted with blood or standing on end. One eye was almost completely swollen, your cheek already turning a brilliant shade of purple and blue. Bruises were visible underneath the thin and revealing dress. You looked a nightmare, which fit your life right now.

"Y/N!" Brad called out, knocking on the door. "The priest is on his way! In thirty minutes you will be mine forever and always."

Jensen's POV

Daylight was beginning to show by the time we made it to the sleepy town on the coast. Cars lined the streets, people just beginning to move about for the day. I kept my eyes moving, hoping for a glimpse of the car, Y/N, or even Brad. Anything to let me know we were in the right spot.

I knew that we were close to finding them, and stopping Brad. But without her safely in my arms, it didn't feel like a victory at all.

"Cliff, did they say where the car went?" Jared asked, being the brains while I sat her, my mind frazzled with fear.

"No. This was the last place the car had been seen. We're going to have to try and figure something out." Cliff muttered, making my jaw clench. I wanted to know exactly where the bastard was. The faster I could find him, and get Y/N back, the better.

"So what? Are we just going to drive around town until we see the car?" I grated, frustrated at how things were going.

"We're going to stop, and I'm going to talk to some people. The cops, gas station, those type of people. See if they've noticed anything weird." Cliff explained, easily ignoring my temper.

Staying silent, I watched as he pulled to the side of the road. "Shall we split up?" Cliff asked as soon as we were out of the car.

"Cliff, why don't you go on, I'll stay with J." Jared suggested. Watching as Cliff walked down the street, heading towards the police station, I turned to Jared.

"Where should we start?" I asked him, staring down the street, seeing so many buildings, so many people that might have noticed Y/N. It seemed daunting, but I was willing to do anything to find her.

"Gas stations and grocery stores." Jared suggested. "Should be the first place he would stop when in town. He needed supplies I would think."

"There's a gas station down there." I told him, pointing to the brightly lit sign.

Taking off down the street, I pulled out my phone, making sure it was on a recent picture of Y/N. Stepping inside the gas station, I went straight to the clerk, Jared standing beside me, offering support. "Excuse me, have you seen this woman?" I asked him, and the bored man leaned over, giving me phone a quick perusal before shaking his head no.

"How about this man?" Jared asked, holding out the picture of Brad the police had been circulating.

"Nope, neither one of them. Now listen, either you buy something, or I'm going to need you to leave."

Frustrated, I went back outside, showing Y/N's picture to people as I past them by. Each person said the same thing, making me wonder if we were even in the right spot. The right town.

"Look, don't give up hope yet." Jared insisted as he we began the trek to the next gas station. "Just because they haven't been seen there doesn't mean anything."

"I know Jared. But she's been with him too long, and I'm scared. He's so violate."

Stepping into the last gas station on the road, my heart sinking all the way to my boots, I went up to the cashier. She was an older woman, gray streaking her brunette hair. A pair of fancy glasses sat perched on her nose as she perused the gossip magazine in front of her. Glancing up, her eyes widened as she saw both Jared and me.

"Oh my... it's you!" She exclaimed. "I watched you on that soap opera, and then when you started on Supernatural! I can't believe you're in my tiny little gas station!"

"Hi." I said warmly, hoping that she would be able to help me. "We're looking for someone, and I was hoping you could help."

"You mean Y/N, your fiancée? The two of you are so lovely together." The lady purred. "It made me wonder what she was doing in the back of that SUV with that horrid man."  

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Undeniable Heat Chapter 62: Losing Hope

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1200 Words

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

Another cage, another prison. Sure, this one had a window, and a bed, but it was still locked, and there was no way out. The dress hung in the closet, mocking you. Making you realize that you probably had no choice but to get married to Brad. If you didn't accept, you would die, and you didn't want that. You wanted to stay alive, to hope that someday you could find a way back to Jensen.

At the thought of not marrying Jensen, of maybe never getting back together, you collapsed on the bed, tears clouding your vision. It was so hard to stay positive when things looked so bleak. You wanted to be strong, to hope that Jensen was out there searching for you. That he would find you, and Brad would be gone once and for all. But the white dress in the closet was an omen that the good was gone, and you were forced to live a life of misery.

In a fit of fury, you stood up, ripping the dress from its hanger. Screaming in frustration, you ripped the fragile silk, tossing the pieces and bits of the dress around you until it reached nothing more than a simple slip, it's sleeves hanging by a thread. Breathing heavily, you stared in horror at the scraps of fabric around you, knowing that nothing but pain would come from this.

Shoving it all back into the closet, you sank down onto the bed, wrapping your arms around your knees. Staring out the barred window into the starry night, you couldn't contain the tears as you thought of the horror that would come tomorrow.

With no way of blocking the door, you laid down on the bed, hoping that Brad wouldn't return until the morning. Knowing you should get some sleep, you closed your eyes, but your mind wouldn't calm down, and you tossed and turned, keeping your eye on the door. Making sure that Brad didn't sneak in when you least expected it.

Slowly, your eyelids began to droop, and even though you weren't sure you wanted to sleep, you couldn't fight it anymore.

"Y/N, what the hell did you do?" Brad screamed, and you shot out of bed instantly, falling to the floor in your haste to get away from the anger in his voice.

Looking over the bed, you saw Brad standing there, his face bright red as he stared down in horror at what lay in his hands. "The dress. Do you know how hard I looked to find the perfect dress? And now it's ruined!"

"I don't..." You stuttered, trying to figure out how to calm him. Throwing the dress to the floor, he came striding around the bed, and you struggled to move away from him. Searching frantically, you saw the door was still open, and you made a run towards it, but he grabbed you by the hair, slamming you down on the floor. Scrambling for any sort of hold, you screamed as you tried to get away from him.

With a deep growl, he landed on top of you, holding you down with his weight. "Damn you Y/N! Why do you have to ruin everything?" He yelled, grabbing you by the neck and slamming your head onto the hard wood floor. Over and over he smacked your head, until you were dizzy, your head pounding. Laying still, he let go, leaning back on his haunches, still holding you down.

Breathing heavily, he raised his fist, bringing it down and smashing it against your cheek. Crying out, you tried to turn away from him, as his hands pummeled every inch of your body he could reach. Already sore from his previous fit of rage, you cried out in pain, reaching up and clawing at him. Trying to do anything to stop the pain that was radiating down on you. Wishing that more than anything it would stop.

"Brad, I'm sorry!" You mumbled over and over again, and finally his hands slowed.

"You make me so angry." He whispered, his eyes bloodshot as he stared down at you. "Why do you make me so angry?"

"Because we don't belong together?" You whispered, as he stood up, and with a growl he turned around, kicking you hard in the ribs. Groaning, you curled up into a ball, wondering if you had a broken rib.

"We do belong together! I don't understand why you can't see that!" He screamed, reaching up and grabbing his hair, pulling on it so it stood up straight.

Not wanting to anger him anymore, you stayed silent. "I don't know what I'm going to do. I wanted our wedding day to be special, and you ruined your dress. Maybe I should make you get married naked, so I know you have nothing else up your sleeve. I just can't wait to get up to Alaska. We'll be out in the wilderness, and you'll have to do as I say. I'll break this wild streak from you, or die trying." He muttered, glancing down at you with wild eyes.

"Brad, please..." You pleaded with him, not knowing exactly what you wanted to say. Pain was radiating throughout your body, and you wanted nothing more than to pass out.

"Brad please." He sassed back. "The priest is going to be here soon, and I guess you're going to have to figure out how to wear that dress. Or you will be naked. Your choice." He ordered, striding from the room, leaving you laying there, clearly in pain.

Jensen's POV

Sitting in the passenger seat of Cliff's SUV, I tapped my fingers nervously on the armrest. Wishing I had been able to drive, understanding why he hadn't let me. Jared rode in the back, busily scrolling through his phone, searching for any recent updates.

"Jensen, you won't do Y/N any good this worked up." Cliff told me for what had to be the tenth-time since we had climbed into the car.

"I know. But it's taking too long." I grumbled, watching as the scenery passed by. It had taken too long for Cliff's contacts to find out the information of where Y/N was being held. By the time Cliff had found out, and we left my house, a couple of hours had passed. Night had already fallen, and we were driving through fog and rain, heading farther up the coast, to where the getaway car had last been seen. Cliff had assured me it was only an hour away, but then we still had to find out where she was being held. And I just hoped that we got there before Brad placed his hands on her. I couldn't wait to take out all my anger and frustration out on the man.

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Don’t Fear the Reaper Chapter 70: Visitor

Sam Winchester x Reader

1200 Words

Story Summary:  You are a reaper, actually one of Death’s favorites.  You’ve been following the story of the Winchesters for a while, staying out of sight, never letting them see you. You slowly fall in love with Sam, even though he doesn’t know you exist. But that all changes one day.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

A/N: Sorry this hasn’t been updated in forever. I just didn’t feel connected to it for a while. 

Kevin’s voice could be heard through the entire cabin as he yelled for Sam. Cas stayed by your side, as another pain wracked your body. “Cas, what do you think is happening?” You whispered, extremely scared.

“Do you want the truth? Or as I’ve been told to say, the sugar-coated truth?” He asked.

Trying to take deep, calming breaths, you groaned your answer. “The truth. The whole truth, no matter how painful it might be.”

“In my opinion, it’s your Reaper’s body reacting to the pregnancy. A Reaper is not supposed to be pregnant, and your body might be fighting it.” Cas answered, exactly as you were afraid he would.

“Y/N!” Sam yelled, rushing through the door, his chest heaving as he came to stand next to you. “Kevin said that you’re in pain. Is it…the baby?”

“Sam, I don’t know.” You answered truthfully as another pain erupted in your lower abdomen, and you winced in pain.

“Cas, can’t you do something?” Sam pleaded with his friend as he kneeled next to the bed.

“I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do. We just need to wait and see what’s causing this.” Cas spoke softly, before leaving you and Sam alone.

Reaching out, he grasped your hand, squeezing it gently. “Y/N, I…” Sam started, coming to a stop. His words seemed to vanish, and you totally understood why. After all, this was his baby too.

“Sam, I don’t know what’s happening. It’s not like there’s a guidebook to pregnancy as a Reaper.” You spoke softly. “There’s a good chance that one of us, the baby or I will not survive this pregnancy. But I’m willing to take that chance, to start a family with you.”

“But I don’t want to lose you. If it comes to that…” He cried, his hazel eyes feeling up with tears.

“Then you’ll raise our daughter. Cas will help you, I know he will. If she has any sort of powers, he will be the one to turn to.” You insisted, both of you hating the way this conversation was going.

“Maybe this is just growing pains, and you’ll both be okay.” Sam whispered, both of you hoping that was the case.

Feeling exhausted suddenly, you reached up, cupping Sam’s cheek. “Can we talk about this later?” You asked him. “I feel like taking a nap.”

Leaning forward, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Rest. We’ll figure this out later.”

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You had fallen asleep quickly, the nerves and pain exhausting you. Sleeping fitfully, you dreamt of ghosts and hospital rooms. Death and black windowless rooms. They weren’t reassuring dreams, and you woke up even more tired than before.

Darkness had fallen outside, your room chilly and dark. Wrapping the blanket around your shoulders, you slowly rose from the bed, nervously waiting for the pain to come back. When seconds ticked by and nothing happened, you decided to leave the room, and find the rest of the group.

Heading down the hallway, you heard hushed whispers coming from the main room. Just murmurs, nothing you could understand. As you started to round the corner, the entire cabin shook, lightning cracking outside the window.

“What the hell?” Dean grumbled. Taking the short strides to stand next to Sam, you held onto him as the cabin shook once again.

Sam’s arm came to wrap around your shoulders, just as the wind picked up outside. Blowing hard enough to whip the trees around outside, the wind was strong enough to blow the windchime from the porch. With a sinking feeling in your gut, you knew exactly what this meant.

“Sam, you guys need to run. Please.” You begged, but it was too late. The front door slammed open, breaking off it’s hinges with the force. “Sam, go!” You tried again, pushing against him, but it was like pushing a brick wall. He wasn’t leaving you there.

Dean pulled his gun from his back pocket, holding it in front of him as a familiar lean figure strode through the front door, his cane entering before him. “Hello Y/N.” Death spoke with authority as he came to stand in front of you. “It’s been a while.”

“Death.” You tried to speak calmly, even though you had no idea what was going to happen.

“I see you have some unique company. Two hunters, an Angel and a prophet. Not to mention the life growing inside you.” He stated, tapping his cane, making a chair scoot over behind him. Perching on the edge of the chair, he nodded his head towards you. Sitting down on the couch, you watched as Sam moved to sit next to you. “I don’t think so Sam Winchester. This is between Y/N and I.”

With another tap of his cane, the rest of your group were gone, leaving you alone in the room with the formidable Death. “Y/N, I was very disappointed when you ran from me. For a while I wanted nothing more than to smite you.”

“I’m sorry.” You hung your head, hoping he wouldn’t take it out on you now.

“Don’t’ be.” He surprised you. “Because you stayed with Sam, we have some interesting new developments. Mainly that girl growing inside you. She’s the reason I came to visit you.”

“Please, don’t take my baby.” You pleaded.

“Nonsense. I’m not here to take your daughter. At least not yet. The best place for her to grow up is in your company, with hunters and an Angel to teach her the ways of the world. But she is powerful, more powerful than even you can imagine.” He answered, seeming back to his old self, the one that favored you.

“Sir, if it’s not too much, can I ask a question?” You asked him, and he nodded his head. “Well, today I’ve had some severe pains, and I’m scared.”

“My dear, we have nothing to go on. You’re the first Reaper to ever be pregnant, and we won’t know if these pains are normal or not.” He spoke as he stood up. Coming over to you, he placed his hand on your stomach. Normally, his touch would kill a normal human, but it did nothing to you. It was almost comforting. “Ooh, that’s interesting.” He spoke, more to himself than you, but it made you nervous all the same.

Seconds ticked by, before he stepped away, steepling his fingers together. “I think I know what the problem is. Your daughter as I said is very powerful. She wants to be born, and I have a feeling your pregnancy will not be as long as a normal person. These pains are your body trying to accommodate her. The next weeks will be hard on you, but I have a feeling you’re strong enough to overcome them. And as an honorary grandfather, I will be stopping by to check on you.”  

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