Riverdale wasn’t a town where tourist would come and take awkward and cringing pictures at touristy places. It was more like “we’re just passing by” kind of town. It self, the town looked old and full of danger, so many people just ignore the little town and head off to their destination without a memory of the lonely grey town.
Y/N Lodge was the oldest child in her family and was half way through getting her bachelors degree when her father had been arrested. She was forced to leave University only to move with her mother and young sister to the small town of Riverdale. Even though her mother left working in Pop’s, Y/N was left working in the dinner as she tried to get her life back. Twenty two years old and she was barely holding on to keep her head up.
Riverdale wasn’t as bad, the people were nice but the teenagers were the worst; especially the privileged kids.
Pop’s had left her working alone for the late shift. With Pop’s being open 24 hours, he had her almost every night working the late shifts. Which at first she was against with, but now she was getting used to it.
The mysterious serpent watched Y/N from his truck as she was cleaning the table booths and getting everything spotless. One in the morning and clearly nobody else was going to barge in wanting onion rings or a milkshake at that hour.
The bell above the door rang as the serpent had decided to finally make his entrance to the empty dinner. At that moment, he watched her bending down to pick up the dirty rag that had fallen from her hold. “Empty house Lodge?” He spoke, as she turned around to face him. She knew he had been staring at her from his truck since he parked, but she got startled at the sound of his raspy voice so close to her.
“A burger with everything and a side of onion rings?” Y/N giggled, removing the pencil from the bun that was pulling away her long wavy black hair. She walked towards FB, but only to pass by him to take his order behind the counter.
“Actually, I just want a milkshake.” The loyal serpent customer smirked at her appearance. Her pastel yellow uniform hugged her curves perfectly as her messy hair fell below her breast.
“Getting tired of me and my burgers?” Usually, when Pop’s left her working the night shift, she was the one who always cooked after midnight.
“Your burgers are good, I’m just trying not to get fat.” He chuckled, his eyes landing on Y/N’s lips. She had her wooden yellow pencil between her lips as her teeth sank into the small pencil. Oh, how he would love to taste her. “And I would never get tired of you sweetheart.”
“You better not.” Y/N blushed, avoiding his intimidating eyes. “What flavor do you want?”
“What’s your favorite one?” FP asked. He always looked forward to spending his sleepless nights at Pop’s with Hiram Lodge’s oldest daughter. It was a dangerous path, and the venomous serpent wanted to take it.
“Probably the double chocolate with extra whip cream.” FP rolled his eyes at her playfully. Veronica and Y/N were quite different, but when it came to food, they were like the same person.
“I’ll have the mint chocolate mint with no whip cream and your favorite one please.” FP didn’t really have a sweet tooth for milkshakes, but he did have a sweet tooth for a certain Lodge.
“Damn, you must be having cravings tonight.” Y/N laughed, making her way towards the ice cream fridge. FP didn’t dare take his eyes off her as she prepared his order on the other side. His weekdays went from boring to having late night chats at Pop’s with his favorite waitress. FP had switched his routine from drinking every night, to spending his beer money on actual food while he spent time with the oldest Lodge daughter. He didn’t care the trouble that would come from flirting with Hiram’s daughter, but he couldn’t resist her innocent looks.
She was quieter than Veronica, she didn’t wear pearls on her neck and since she started working, her louboutin heels were replaced by simple white vans that matched her pastel uniform to perfection. “I thought you were more of a vanilla type of girl.”
“Baby, there’s nothing vanilla about me.” Y/N cockily smiled at the fired up serpent as she placed both milkshakes in front of him. Handing her a ten dollar bill, he grabbed both shakes and walked over to one of the many empty table booths.
“When you finish putting that in the register, sit with me.” He didn’t asked, but he ordered her with his raspy and demanding voice. Y/N insides twirled as she made her way to the booth after she had closed the register door. “Drink.” He demanded once again, sliding over the shake he had order, only for her.
“You didn’t have to buy me the shake.” She spoke up while she avoided his eyes in front of her. FB on the other hand, couldn’t keep his eyes off her. The predator in him wanted to pull her on his lap and taste her completely. He wanted to have her warm skin on his, he wanted to explore every inch of her.
“Your innocence is captivating, what are you doing to me Lodge?” Y/N’s glistening eyes landed on his own as she bit down her lip. She was feeling the fire in her increase as she watched him stared her down completely. “How can I control myself if you keep looking at me like that baby.” He groaned, his hand finding his way to his already messy hair.
“What if I don’t want you to control yourself?” FP didn’t waste a second more. He pulled himself off his side of the booth and rushed towards her side. Quickly, she wrapped her arms around his neck desperately as his hands found themselves running up her now exposed thighs. She pulled him into her, crashing her lips to his as his hands reached up to her ass and he pulled her on to his lap. Y/N slipped her own tongue between his lips, being the one to take charge.
There was nothing vanilla about Y/N Lodge, clearly. Her lips were now attached to his jawline and then following his neck, sucking on his sweet spot. “Y/N.” He moaned out, holding on to her tightly as she grinned her hips on his growing bulge. She was the one calling the shots, and even though FP enjoyed it; he wanted to hear her cries and moans desperately.
Gripping on her sides, he pushed her hard on the end of the booth as he nibbled his way up from her neck and on to her jawline. “You were right earlier, I was craving something sweet.” He whispered to her before going down to her now exposed breast leaving sloppy kisses on each one. “I’m craving you.” Y/N jumped a bit as his shivering fingertips ran across her thighs.
“FP.” She moaned, as he pushed her uniform skirt up to her stomach as he went down on her. He left soft kisses on her inner thighs, teasing her every second. Pulling her underwear off, he slipped one finger into her and quickly her hands gripped on his hair as he added his tongue to the mix. Y/N cried out of pleasure as his tongue fuck her like his life depended on it. Another shock hit her as he ran circles on her clit into the mixture. Y/N felt like she wasn’t even in her own body anymore; the pleasure was too good. He moaned as her thighs tightened their grip, sending vibrations into her.
“God FP.” She panted, as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of her as she rode out her high.
“After you get off your shift, my place.” He pulled up her underwear back up and fixed her skirt as Y/N tried to catch her breath still. FP smirked proudly as he watched her still overwhelmed from his touch.
“Good, because I need more of you.” She admitted, pulling him towards her and crashing her lips to his once again. She was the one now hungry for dominance, but that had to wait.
“I’ll be waiting for you.” He teased her, once he pulled away from her.
“Don’t have all the fun without me Jone.” Y/N laughed, as she watched him walk towards the door and his truck.
He knew what he was getting himself in to, but he didn’t care; he wanted her for himself.
Summary: You run into your childhood friend Steve and wonder if you’ve
missed out on a good thing.
Prompt(s): for @tatortot2701 ’s AU Writing Challenge!: “Please don’t tell me you got arrested
couple of swear words because it’s me, that’s all. :)
Word Count: 3078
Author’s Note: italics are memories/flashbacks. I
loved this when I started then I’m not so sure about it… I’m mostly nervous to
be back after such a long time away from writing. Oh well, nothing to it but to
do it, so here it is. Some angst and floof. Also thanks to @denialanderror, that b who points out my typos. :) Thanks for your help on this one.
The courthouse is a flurry of
activity at this hour. Soon it’ll settle into the quiet drone of transcripts
hammered out on antiquated technology, heavy doors groaning open and thundering
shut as accused and accusers alike rotate in and out of courtrooms. There’s
almost a peace to it for you, the steady rhythm of it all feels familiar and…
You’d learned long ago that
courthouses are far more mundane than Law & Order would have everyone
believe. The truth is people filter in and out, arguing over traffic stops and
staring each other down over divorce proceedings, sentences and decisions
moving across the desks of bored judges faster than the papers can move, and
all of it so incredibly commonplace. So incredibly boring.
But boring is good. It is for
you, at least. Having spent time on more than one side of a courtroom, it’s a
familiar place, and a safe one. Clutching today’s case file you ease back until
your shoulders and head reach the marble wall behind you and you let your eyes
drift closed, waiting to be called.
The tension just begins to slip
from your shoulders when a booming happy voice echoes off the stone all around
you, drawing your attention. You know it’s calling for you because it’s a
familiar voice, so very familiar you’d never forget it. Your eyes nearly pop out
of your head in surprise, your jaw falling open when you turn to finally look
“Please don’t tell me you got arrested again,” he teases, approaching you with arms
outstretched and a broad grin. “My caseload is full, and you know my mom’ll
kill me if I post your bail again.”
I wish you'd write a fic where Dean finds Castiel's diary from the time he was human (and it's heart wrenching) ❤️
Anon, you just love angst don’t you. (this is set in an ambiguous time around s9-ish)
It’s not something Dean means to find.
He knows that, because it’s shoved underneath the passenger seat of Cas’s old car with various bottles of water and crumpled up trash sprawled over it.
Dean just wanted to clean out Cas’s Continental; a way to get Cas feeling a bit better about the world, about the fact that he is walking around with stolen grace and after having been through a shitty bender of being human. Dean thinks that he can help from ridding Cas of a little clutter.
So, even though he doesn’t mean to find it, he bumps against it as he is sticking his hand under the seat, fishing for garbage to dispose of.
It’s a journal; with worn leather and a string wrapped around it to keep it closed. Dean picks it up, and opens to the first page.
He abandoned me, says the first line. In Cas’s rough cursive handwriting.
Yeah, Dean was definitely not meant to find this.
He shoves it into his jacket pocket, dutifully finishing his task of cleaning the truck. Resolutely ignoring the fact that something very important and very personal is sitting heavy against his chest.
Dean ignores reading it as long as he can; tries to convince himself that he’ll just leave it where he found it, or give it to Cas and advise him to find a better place to hide his personal belongings.
Cas is such a private person–well, a private angel. Half the time Dean isn’t fully convinced that Cas is telling the whole story of what is going through his head. If he could just have a little insight. A little clarity into what Cas really was experiencing; why he seemed convinced to be Atlas and always have the world on his shoulders.
In his bedroom, after staring at the worn leather for a good half an hour, Dean cracks open the worn pages.
He abandoned me.
Dean takes a steady breath and reads on.
It all seemed like it would be okay. Of course, me turning human isn’t ideal - but I thought I could at least do research, maybe get trained in hunting if only a little. I thought I could still be service to the fight. Be of service to Dean.
But he abandoned me.
Dean presses his face into his palms. He should not be reading this. He should not. If this is about him, he has no right.
After an inner crisis that lasts for five more minutes, Dean reads on.
For the longest time, I have served God. It was my purpose. Somehow, Dean became my purpose, but I don’t mind it. I’m always happy to serve Dean, and Sam. But now that I’m on my own, without anyone to serve but myself, I am at such a loss. I help Nora with various tasks around the gas station; but it’s not the same. I don’t feel like I’m serving a purpose that matters. God mattered, once. Dean still certainly matters. And yet I can’t serve either.
Dean skims ahead, turning a few pages into the journal. He reads an entry that is dated the day after Dean came to visit Cas.
Sometimes we can’t help the things that happen to us. Sometimes horrible things happen, beyond our control. I know why Dean kicked me out of the bunker; it was a way to save Sam. I don’t know why, but it was. I know that Dean acted callous and abrupt because he is afraid of showing vulnerable emotion; and I know that it’s difficult for him to let people down.
Despite the situations Dean and I find ourselves in, where one of us is forced to hurt the other or make it difficult for each other in some way, my feelings never change.
He abandoned me. I was rejected by God, by all of Heaven, and then him. But unlike God, and unlike the angels I used to serve, I still love him.
Father help me, why do I still love him.
Dean drops the journal like it’s a hot poker. He stumbles to his feet and paces his room, running his fingers through his hair. This was the worst invasion of someone’s privacy - of Cas’s privacy - and he did it without more than a few minute’s hesitation.
Now he can’t erase the words searing his brain: I still love him.
Dean huffs a humorless laugh and sits at the edge of the bed, head in his hands. But Cas wrote this years ago - it can’t still be true. After all the shit Dean has dealt to him, after all the things Cas has gone through, he must realize now how untrue that love is. How undeserving Dean is of that love in the first place.
Snatching the journal from the bed, Dean stomps into the bunker’s library. Cas is hunched over a thick book, hands tangled in his messy dark hair, his trench coat crumpled. He raises surprised blue eyes in Dean’s direction. There are dark circles under them, like bruises.
“Dean,” he says with surprise.
How could Dean not see it? How stupid could he be? “Cas,” Dean says, his voice not much more than a croak.
Cas frowns, eyes flickering to Dean’s hands. His face pales. “Oh.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Dean asks hoarsely.
“You -” Cas’s voice catches. He straightens his back and shuts the book in front of him calmly. “You abandoned me. I got the message.”
“Fuck.” Dean stumbles toward Cas’s chair, crouching before Cas. “I didn’t know.”
“I didn’t want you to know,” Cas says, eyes steadily looking forward, away from Dean.
“I needed to know - “
“No!” Cas glares into Dean’s eyes, expression stormy. “You never needed to be burdened with that. With me.”
“Cas, you idiot.” Dean clutches at Cas’s coat, like it’s a lifeline. “If you told me - if you had so much as indicated - “ He takes a shaky breath. “I love you too. Despite our shitty circumstances, despite the fucked-up situations we find ourselves in that make us hurt each other - I love you too.”
Cas slowly blinks at Dean, processing his words. He frames Dean’s face with his hands, and leans forward to press his forehead against Dean’s. “You abandoned me,” he whispers.
“I never will again,” is all Dean can manage breathlessly as he catches Castiel’s lips with his own to melt into an endless, lovely kiss.
~Y/N and the Winchesters just can’t catch a break.~
Dean x Reader, Sam
Warnings: It’s a roller coaster. Fluff, bit o’Smut, Angst. Flusmangst.
A/N: Thank you to @taste-of-dean for the readover (sorry about the prank) and to @idreamofhazel for her amazing beta skills. Couldn’t do it without you. Hope you enjoy. and remember:
Feedback lets me know you want me to keep writing.
The sun was shining brightly despite the heavy blanket of clouds that drifted across the Kansas sky. Breaks between the heather offered visions of perfect blue, and the air was filled with the promise of summer.
The Impala was speeding down the highway, its freshly washed black exterior gleaming in the sunlight. Tires spun in metallic blurs as Dean pushed her through the sparse mid-morning traffic, leaving Montana in the dust and heading home. The windows were down and wind whipped around the three hunters, lifting their hair and spirits. The rush of air forced them to breathe deeply, filling their lungs with the crisp spring atmosphere, relaxing their bodies and calming their minds.
The case hadn’t been any harder than any case before it, and certainly wouldn’t pale any that came after. But they were tired, muscles sore from lack of sleep and constant movement; their souls in need of restoration. Time off was desperately needed, and as long as Heaven and Hell kept to themselves, maybe they would get some.
As the miles wore on their shoulders settled, their minds calmed, and their smiles returned. Two hours in, laughter returned to the Impala as Sam and Dean argued lightheartedly about the cassette tape Dean had pushed into the stereo.
i’m absolutely in love with the idea of Bev and Richie being best friends so here’s something.
- Bev and Richie started hanging out without the other losers a few months after Bev joined the group. Richie was complaining about not having any more cigarettes and Bev pulled a package out of her pocket and that’s when thet started smoking together.
- They became best friends and Richie was the first person she told about her dad.
- When they were younger, people kept teasing them, saying they were dating and they were like ? should we be dating?. So they tried kissing eachother.
- They never did that again, agreeing it was gross and that they definitely shouldn’t be dating.
- In freshman year of highschool they started getting high together as well.
- They do a lot of crazy things together. They trespass a lot and once Richie was arrested and Beverly still laughs about it.
- She braids his hair a lot and he pretends like he doesn’t like it, but he actually loves the way it looks.
- She often uses him as a model for the clothes she makes, because he’s tall and pretty skinny. He rocks every single look.
- Richie kinda likes modelling in the outfits Beverly makes and he thinks he looks really good most of the time, even though the pieces she makes are a little weird looking.
- Bev helps him get the confidence to wear kinda daring outfits to school and even sews a few pieces for him and Eddie thanks her for weeks.
- Every friday night they hang out in Richie’s room or drive around in his beat up truck, listening to Pink Floyd and doing bad impressions.
- They get their first tattoos together. A little sunflower. Bev gets it on her wrist and Richie gets it on his chest.
- They also make piercings on eachother. They’re punk! icons.
- Richie always leaves his window unlocked for her to climb through at night, if she needs to get out of her house and away from her dad.
- Bev helps Richie dress and clean his truck for his first date with Eddie and she tells him a million times not to talk about fucking Eddie’s mom.
- That night Richie calls her and she almost screams with excitement when he tells her that Eddie kissed him.
- When one of them is sad, the other one will plan what to do that night. Sometimes they just watch movies and one of them will cry. Sometimes they’ll go somewhere and eat icecream. Mostly they drive around listening to loud music singing from the top of their lungs.
- Sometimes Bev gets worried she’s hanging out with Richie too much and that Eddie gets jealous. (Eddie never does).
- When Bev starts dating Ben, Richie is so excited for her.
- He also has the talk with Ben, because dude you need to be good to her. I swear to god. But he can’t giggling because of course Ben is going to treat her right.
- They talk at eachother’s weddings.
- They just have the best friendship ever, I love my children.