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Sharing is caring (George Russell)

A long weekend with the Russells

Note: english is not my first language. I know this is very very very overdue, but hopefully it's still enjoyable!

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"Are you guys doing well back there?", you asked the kids as George drove the four of you up to his parents' house. According to the screen display, you still had a little over an hour until you arrived at George's parents house where you would be staying for the long weekend to enjoy some family time before the season picked up again.

"Does anyone need a bathroom break?", George asked, looking at Olivia and Arthur through the rear view mirror, "I'm fine", Olivia chirped in, "me too, I'm okay", Arthur added.

"You're doing okay, too?", George asked you, hand on your thigh as he drove, "I'm fine. I never want to say it too loud, but I think morning sickness stopped two weeks ago", you added.

"Little one has had enough causing raucous", George whispered, turning his attention back to the road ahead.

"We're nearly there, right, daddy?", Arthur asked as he recognised the streets as the car approached his grandparents' house, "yes, we just turn here and at the end there", George replied as you texted your mother in-law, letting her know to open the big gate so no one had to get out of the car.

"Guys, you're here! Did you have a good trip?", Allison welcomed you into the house, hugging the kids who immediately ran and hugged her legs, "grandma!!", they excitedly said.

"We did, it was fine. There was a little traffic at the end, but we were so close I think it barely bothered us", you said as you greeted Steve, walking inside the house and making sure the kids left their shoes by the door.

"I'm going to take the bags upstairs", George said, kissing your forehead, "I'll be right back", he smiled as you ushered Olivia and Arthur to the bathroom, "Y/N, here, darling, our some slippers on!", Allison offered.

Since Allison and Steve lived on their own again, as every child had now fled the nest, they updated the bedrooms, you and George staying in the guest bedroom with a double bed and the kids occupying the room they had for whenever the grandchildren stayed over.

"Lunch is ready, so when you can come down, we're waiting for you", George's mother called him as he helped you sort out the room for your children, "we'll be down in a little, thanks!".

After eating and helping tidying the kitchen, George took the kids out to the garden, hoping to use up their energy since they spent the whole morning inside a car.

"Is the swing alright, dad?", George questioned, "yes, me and Benjy sorted it out a few weeks ago. It's good as new", he answered, prompting George to take the kids to the renovated swing set.

When he was younger, he didn't spend too much time at home since racing required him to spend a lot of time away, but the times he did spend back home were filled with memories os this swing.

"Is this the old swing you told us about?", Arthur said, unsure of the whole apparatus since he heard stories from when his father and his uncle and aunt were much younger.

"Yes, me and uncle Benjy used to spend a lot of time here with auntie Cara, too! Who wants to go first?", he said as Olivia volunteered.

"It's safe, Arthur, see?", she said as she balanced her body back and forth, making her brother feel a little more comfortable with the whole thing, "I'll share it with you later, okay?".

"Sharing is important", George began, "and the fact that you guys always share is very nice, me and mummy are very proud of you", he said as Arthur picked some flowers from the grass and gave some to Olivia.

"We're siblings, of course we share everything", Arthur said naturally. It was true. For him, even if Olivia picked on his buttons a few times, he wouldn't ever not want to share something with her.

"Would you want to share your things with somebody else?", George tried as the kiss both looked at him like they didn't know what he was on about, "what I means is, would you mind having to share your things with someone else?", he clarified.

The pregnancy news were still between you and George, excluding your doctor. Because the kids could easily spill the news to somebody else and you had been specially careful so the news would stay between the people you wanted to until the doctor considered it was okay.

"I always share with my friends, too. But yesterday I had all the grapes mummy cut up for me because they were really good and I really wanted them", Arthur admitted as Olivia quirked a brow, "I think we could, yes. Even our toys, we share them too", Olivia added.

George seemed satisfied enough with the answers, hoping that when you broke the news they wouldn't have a complete meltdown.

"C'mon, Liv, it's Arthur's turn", George requested gently, the girl hopping off so her brother could have a go.

"What is mummy doing?", your son asked, "she was helping grandma with tonight's dinner when I asked if she wanted to come with us", George offered.

When they arrived back in time to have a quick shower and get ready for family dinner, you and George dressed them in comfortable clothes since it was just close family. Once they started arriving, the kids found their spot on the floor of the living room, playing with toys and colouring books while the adults caught up with eachother.

"Y/N! I haven't seen you in so long!", Cara said as she came up to you for a hug, "we've been busy, but we managed to sort some time out to come up here", you smiled, offering her the little pastries you had been working on with your mother in-law, "these are delicious!".

Excusing yourself from the group, you went to check on the kids, sitting on the sofa and getting a few cuddles from your nieces and nephews, "auntie Y/N!", one of them gasped, "you almost fell asleep while I was showing you my drawing", he said as Arthur snickered, "I'm sorry, sweetheart, you can show me again, please", you offered, rubbing the sleep away from your eyes.

"Darling, do you want some wine? We found your favourite in the shops the other day, Steve bought a couple of bottles", your mother in-law smiled as she stretched her arm to receive your glass when you were all in the dining room, "I don't, thank you for thinking of me, though", you smiled, exchanging a look with George that wasn't missed by his sister.

"I saw that!", Cara pointed out, "what was that?!", she questioned her brother, knowing he would break under her stare.

"Y/N has something to tell you", he quickly offered, passing the ball to your court as you felt everyone's eyes on you.

"This is not how it was supposed to go, but there wasn't a proper plan either, so... we are having a baby!", you announced, unfolding your leggings and letting your small baby bump show.

"Oh my goodness, another baby!", Allison cooed as your children looked at George for confirmation, "you're going to have a little brother, guys!", he said as they ran to hug you baby bump.

"I noticed your tummy was bigger, but I just thought you had a big lunch!", Arthur said, delighting everyone as they laughed, George watching everyone congratulate you before also congratulating him, "congratulations, darling", his mother kissed his cheek.

"We've been a little more careful this time around, did all the tests and in the blood test, the doctor told us were having a little boy", you smiled, kissing the top of your kids' heads as they latched onto your sides.

"Well, we can celebrate with the wine still! Some juice for you, Y/N", Steve poured in your cup.

When it came to bedtime, the kids didn't want to sleep in a separate room from you, and since the bed was big enough, you allowed them to sleep with you and George.

"That's what I'm saying, guys. It doesn't mean mummy is sick, but it means she needs our help more, she won't be able to do all things at once and it's our job to make sure she rests, as well", you heard your husband tell the kids while you brushed your teeth in the en suite bathroom.

"Time for sleep, kids", you said, lying down on the mattress, you and George brushing each of their hairs as they switched off, almost like a button, "they used up all their energy today", George began, "Did you know these two were wondering how they could help you, because they were worried that you are tired. You even fell asleep on the sofa..!", George tried his best to mimick his nephew shocked expression, earning one of your beautiful laughs.

"I love them so much", you sighed, "and I love you", you kissed his lips.

Kissing your forehead, George's hand managed to reach your bump despite the little boy latching on you like a koala and your daughter lying on top of him, drawing random shapes on it, "not as much as I love all of you".

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[still-not-over-transformers]

hey i saw that ur requests r open!!:)

i was wondering if u could write a general rotb mirage x fem (or gn ur choice!) human reader fluff oneshot? reader could be a lil antisocial n mirage is the only one that can help her feel better after a long day around people from work/school. i see a lot more mirage nsfw then fluff n i could use the comfort </3

Apologies for the delay, but finally finished your request. I hope it brings you the comfort I'm sure you both need and deserve <3

The Perfect Pick-me-up

ROTB Mirage x Female Human Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1500+

It had been an exhausting day for (Y/N). You had started your day by waking up at 5am, before heading to college to begin 8 hours of listening to lectures, taking notes, and struggling to find the will to live through this day. Despite multiple cups of coffee, you were absolutely drained of energy. The only thing that gave you the drive to push through was knowing you had a rendezvous with a certain Porsche that evening. Mirage had enough energy for the two of you, and it was hard to believe that he never seemed to get tired. The two of you had met a few months back...

*Flashback*

You had been walking home from an internet cafe a few blocks from your apartment, drained after working tirelessly on an essay. In your exhausted haze, you failed to notice a shifty stranger step out from the shadows, grabbing you by your shoulders and pressing a knife to your throat. Before the man could say or do anything else, the sound of engine-revving and tire-squealing pierced the night air. 

A silver and blue Porsche Carrera barreled down the street towards you and your assailant. At first it seemed as if the car would plow right through you, but instead it screeched to a halt and transformed into a tall blue robot. “Hey! Hands off the lady!” Mirage quickly approached you, causing the would-be mugger to run for the hills. “Yeah! That’s what I thought, tough guy!” Mirage glared in the direction of the mugger before turning his attention towards you, “You okay, sweetcheeks? That slimy jerk didn’t hurt ya, did he?” Mirage looked you over briefly with his vibrant blue optics, checking for any obvious injuries. “Well you look alright to me. Name’s Mirage by the way.” He flashed a cheeky grin and posed. “Oh um… my name’s (Y/N),” you stammered. “(Y/N)! That’s a great name. Suits you too.” He winked at you, “You uh… need a ride home? My treat.” 

*Back to Today*

Despite your exhaustion, you found the energy to make the trek back towards your home. You took the bus to your favorite internet cafe, the same one you had been walking back from the day you first met Mirage. You waited inside the cafe for a short while before hearing the familiar sounds of an engine revving and a series of horn honks. Exiting the building, you walked towards Mirage as he pulled up to the curb. The driver’s side door popped open, “Your chariot awaits, milady.” Mirage had a smug tone in his voice, clearly pleased with himself. You rolled your eyes before climbing inside the driver’s cab, the door closing behind you. Mirage started his engine before peeling out of the spot and heading onto the streets. 

“So how was school? Did you crush your statistics exam? Maybe cheated off someone else’s work? HA! Just kidding, I know you aced it on your own.” Mirage asked energetically, his mouth running a mile a minute. Don’t get it wrong, you enjoyed Mirage’s presence and enthusiasm, but you didn’t say much as you were simply burnt out from the day and weren’t feeling particularly chatty. After driving for a while, Mirage noticed how quiet you were and slowly pulled over on a quiet side street. “Hey (Y/N), are you feeling okay? I’m sorry if I kinda talked your ears off.” His voice was soft and full of concern. You paused and tried to shake any concern Mirage had, “Oh, no I’m fine. Sorry… I’m just a bit worn out from today.” 

Mirage had known you for a long time now, and even he knew when it was time to shut up and focus on your needs. “Heyyy don’t be sorry, (Y/N), you’ve had a hard day” the Autobot paused before an idea flashed through his mind, “I think I know the perfect pick-me-up.” Mirage restarted his engine and began driving. You weren’t quite sure what he had up his sleeve, but you knew Mirage always had the best intentions. The drive was quiet, Mirage merging onto the highway and driving towards a secluded area near the edge of the harbor. 

The sun was beginning to set over the water as Mirage came to a stop and parked. “Mirage, why did you bring me here?’ You asked, tired but still curious as to the Autobot’s intentions. “(Y/N), I know when you’ve had a stressful day. And I just wanted to take you somewhere nice and ya know… maybe just have a moment to ourselves,” Mirage spoke softly before opening the driver’s side door to allow you to exit. After you exited Mirage’s cab, he transformed into his Cybertronian form and slowly knelt in front of you, his bright blue optics leveling with yours. “You know I’m always down to listen to you, right? I know I may come off as 1.5 tons of sexy muscle, but I’ve got a soft spark too” he flashed a quick wink at you before noticing your body language, and reeled in the charismatic charm. Mirage sighed before turning his face away in embarrassment, “Sorry, (Y/N).” The Autobot shifts his frame to sit beside you, both of you facing the harbor and the view of the sun slowly sinking towards the water. 

You had wondered why Mirage had brought you to this location, hypothesizing it was probably the seclusion, being an area he could comfortably transform and not worry about being spotted by other humans. “It’s okay, Mirage. I can tell you’re just trying to cheer me up” you said with a tired but kind tone, “It’s just been a day and I’m burnt out” You sat on a patch of nearby grass and pulled your legs to your chest, looking down into nothingness. You were surprised at the sudden gentle touch of Mirage’s servo on your shoulder. Before you could turn to look at him, you felt yourself lifted slowly into the air, before finding yourself pulled against Mirage’s chest in a hug. 

Mirage’s arms cradled your small human body in his, drinking in your warmth against his metal chassis, “Sorry if I’m overstepping but I can tell you need this.” There were so many thoughts and emotions going through Mirage’s mind at that moment. He was overjoyed to have you all to himself and so close to him, but also had a pit in his gut that you would reject his attempts to comfort you. Primus, it would be so much easier if he could just punch whatever was making you feel so down. Mirage knew a lot about human pop culture and music, but the complicated social life and emotional tolls of everyday human life were a little harder for him to understand. He knew you didn’t have many friends and preferred to keep to yourself. It boosted Mirage’s ego to know that he was your closest friend, and both of you trusted each other completely. 

All of the Autobot’s thoughts ceased as he felt you press your cheek against his chassis, his optics growing wide as he looked down at you. “Thanks Mirage,” you spoke softly as you looked up into his optics. “It’s been a hard week. Midterms have been kicking my ass and I can’t stand this one group project. It’s just… not my thing, you know?” Mirage gently rubbed your back with one of his digits, “Hey, I get it. I’m not the best at working in a team either, as I tend to steal the spotlight.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle as Mirage’s had that charming, shit-eating grin on his face. “Why did you take us here anyway? Not that I’m complaining,” you asked, your eyebrow lifting inquisitively. Mirage slowly sat up, taking care to support you, holding you in one of his servos before setting you on his shoulder. The view before you was of the New York Harbor, the glow of the sunset reflecting off the water’s surface. The sky looked aflame with gradient tones of gold, orange, and deep crimson, and the colors shone through the tall outline of the city skyscrapers. 

“Honestly, I was driving through this area by mistake and then I saw this view… It was so stunning and vibrant and warm… and it reminded me of you.” Mirage’s expression was soft and kind of vulnerable, something not often observed of the usually confident Autobot mech. Mirage felt a surge of embarrassment and couldn’t meet your gaze, “Sorry, that must’ve sounded so cheesy…” The young mech froze when he felt you lean against him, settling your head in the crook of his neck. “No, it was cute” you said softly, a content smile playing on your lips. Mirage’s expression softened and a smile crept back to his face, “Well then, I’ll try to come up with more cheesy compliments from here on out.” 

The two of you sat there watching the glow of the sunset as time went by. Few words were said after this point, but they weren’t needed. Just sharing each other’s company spoke volumes…

*End*

Again, so sorry for the delay. I truly hope this brings you comfort and joy. :)

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Nightmare

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A man drives down the street, into his garage and turns off the engine, a Michigan number license plate displayed on the bumper. The garage door starts winding down by itself and he looks at it, confused. His car doors then self lock. He struggles but cannot open them.

The ignition key turns by itself and the engine starts. Exhaust smoke begins filling the garage. The man struggles to turn off the engine to no avail. The radio flicks on and the man begins to cough.

"Help. Somebody help me!" He screams. By now the smoke is very thick and he keels over, unconscious. 

I sit up bolt right and I began to take deep, quick breathes as a cold sweat runs down my face. That dream felt way too real....unless...oh no! I thought as I quickly get up and switch the lights on and start to change clothes when my phone goes off. I grab it and answer it. "Hello?" I answered. "Please tell me you didn't have the same vision?" Sam's voice asked and I stopped.

"Unless you dreamt about a man dying in his car, then no." I said and Sam sighed. "Crap." I said.

Dean was driving the Impala while Sam was on the phone and I was sitting in the backseat. "McReady. Detective McReady. Badge number 158. I've got a signal 480 in progress, I need the registered owner of a two door sedan, Michigan licence plate Mary-Frank-six-zero-three-seven." Sam said as he reads from his notebook. "Yeah ok, just hurry." He said and I tap my foot on the floor of the car and let out a sigh.

"Guys relax. I'm sure it's just a nightmare." Dean said. "Yeah, tell us about it." I grumbled as I fold my arms across my chest. "I mean it. Y'know, a normal, everyday, naked-in-class, nightmare. This licence plate, it won't check out. You'll see." Dean said.

"It felt different, Dean. Real. Like when I dreamt about our old house. And Jessica." Sam said. "And how do you explain that I had the same vision, Dean? Especially when I had the same vision about your old house when I've never been there before?" I asked, curiously.

"Why would you have premonitions about some random dude in Michigan?" Dean asked us. "I don't know." Sam and I exclaimed. "Me neither." Dean said and I scoff before Sam turns back to his phone. "Yes I'm here." He said. He listens, glares at Dean, then picks up his pen. "Jim Miller. Saginaw, Michigan. You have a street address? Got it. Thanks." He said as he writes on his notebook then hangs up his phone.

"Checks out. How far are we?" He asked Dean. "From Saginaw? Couple of hours." Dean said. "Drive faster." I said, firmly, and Dean puts the pedal to the metal.

Eventually, we cruise to a stop and see the ambulances and someone on a stretcher being zipped into a body bag. Sam and I turn to each other in the car then we look at Dean, who looks concerned.

Moments later, we approach the watching crowd. "What happened?" Dean asked the woman he walked up to. "Suicide. Can't believe it." She said as I go and stand next Dean and Sam goes to stand on the woman's other side.

"Did you know them?" He asked her. "Saw him in every Sunday at St Augustines. He always seems...seemed, so normal. I guess you never know what's going on behind closed doors." She said and I stare straight ahead at the building. "Guess not." I said then I turned to the woman.

"How are they saying it happened?" I asked her. "I heard they found him in the garage, locked inside his car with the engine running." She replied.

"Do you know about what time they found him?" Sam asked. "Oh it just happened about an hour or two ago. His poor family. I can't even imagine what they're going through." She said, sadly.

Then a woman stands on the front step of the house, crying and leaning against a middle aged man. A young man stands behind them, looking distraught. I watch them, grimacing, then I turn to walk away. Sam walks up to my side as we walk over to the trunk of the Impala.

"Guys, we got here as fast we we could." Dean tries to assure us as he comes up to us. "Not fast enough." Sam grumbles. "It doesn't make any sense man. Why would Sam and I even have these premonitions if there wasn't a chance we could stop them from happening?" I asked, annoyed. "I dunno." Dean said and Sam and I shake our head.

"So what do you think killed him?" Sam asked Dean. "Maybe the guy just killed himself? Maybe there's nothing supernatural going on at all." Dean replied, shrugging. "I'm telling you, I watched it happen." Sam said to him and I nodded. "Same here. He was murdered by something, Dean. I watched it trap him in the garage." I said.

"What was it, a spirit, poltergeist, what?" Dean asked. "I don't know what it was." Sam said, getting worked up. "Hell, I don't know why Sam and I are having these dreams, I don't know what the hell is happening, Dean." I said as I run my hands over my face. 

Once I was done I turned to see Dean staring at me. "What?" I asked him. "Nothing. I'm just, I'm worried about you and Sam." Dean said. "Well, don't look at us like that!" I said, annoyed. "I'm not looking at you like anything." Dean said as he looks away. Then he glances back at me and said. "Though I gotta say, you guys do look like crap."

"Nice." Sam scoffs as I said, sarcastically. "Thanks, Dean. Helps with my self-confidence." 

"Come on, lets just pick this up in the morning. We'll check out the house, talk to the family." Dean said as he goes to the driver's side of the car. "Dean, you saw them, they're devastated They're not going to want to talk to us." Sam said as he gestures towards house. "Yeah, you're right. But I think I know who they will talk to." Dean said after he thinks for a moment.

"Who?" Sam and I asked and Dean smirks at us.

Next morning, Dean reaches out to the doorbell and push it as I fix my tunic. "This has gotta be a whole new low for us." Sam sighs as I look at him and Dean in their priest outfits. Dean turns to smirk at us then back at the door as it opens, revealing a man standing there.

"Good Afternoon. I'm Father Simmons, this is Father Frehley and this is Sister Criss. We're new junior priests and she's a new nun over at St Augustines. May we come in?" Dean asked the man, who nods. "Thanks." Dean said and the three of us enter.

"We're very sorry for your loss." Sam said to the man. "It's in difficult times like these when the Lord's guidance is most needed." Dean said and the man rolls his eyes. "Look, you wanna pitch your whole Lord has a plan thing? Fine. Just don't pitch it to me. My brother's dead." He spat and a woman comes up to him.

"Roger. Please!" She exclaims at him and Roger turns back to us. "Excuse me." He said and he walks away as the woman turns to us. "I'm sorry about my brother in law. He's...he's just so upset about Jim's death. Would you like some coffee?" She asked. "That would be great." Dean replied.

We were sitting on the couch in the living room as Ms. Miller pours coffee and hands it around to us. "It was wonderful of you to stop by. The support of the church means so much right now." She said to us. "Of course. After all we are all God's children." Dean said and Sam and I glance over at him. Ms Miller walks away and Dean immediately takes more cocktail sausages from the coffee table.

Chewing contentedly, he looks at Sam and I as we shake our heads at him. "What?" He asked. "Just...tone it down a little bit, Father." I said to him as Ms Miller returns.

"So Ms Miller, did you husband have a history of depression?" I asked her. "Nothing like that." She replied then she began to get upset. "We had our ups and downs like everyone but we were happy." She said then she breaks down. "I just don't understand...how Jim could do something like this." She cries.

"I'm so sorry you had to find him like that." Sam said to her. "Actually, our son Max, he was the one who found him." She said as she gestures behind her.

Sam and I look up and see a young man, maybe around mine and Sam's age, sitting in the corner of the dining room. "Do you mind if maybe, we go talk to him?" Sam asked, gesturing between me and him. "Oh thank you, Father and Sister." She said and Sam and I stand up and approach Max.

"Max? Hey, I'm Sam and this is (y/n)." Sam introduced and I nod at him. Max nods at us as he looks between us then looks ahead of himself.

"So what was your Dad like?" I asked him. "Just a normal Dad." Max replied. "Yeah. You live at home now?" Sam asked. "Yeah. Trying to save up for school but it's hard." Max said.

"So when you found your dad..." I said, not knowing how to finish it but Max looks up at me. "I woke up, I heard the engine running." He started to say but there was a long pause before he speaks again. "I don't know why he did it." He said.

"I know it's rough, losing a parent. Especially when you don't have all the answers." I said and Max nods, slightly. 

Sam talks to him some more but I noticed Dean was not in the living room. I went and asked Ms Miller where he was and she told me he went upstairs to go to the restroom. I make my way upstairs then turn to my left to see Dean standing there, looking relieved.

"Anything?" I asked him. "Zip." He replied and we make our way back down the stairs.

That night, Dean was cleaning his weapons, while I typed away on my laptop, sitting on one of the beds, when Sam enters the hotel room. "What do you have?" Dean asked Sam. "A whole lotta nothing. Nothing bad has happened in the Miller house since it was built." Sam replied as he goes to sit down next to me.

"What about the land?" I asked him. "No grave yards, battle fields, tribal lands or any other kind of atrocity on or near the property." Sam said as he sinks down into the bed. "Hey man I told you, I searched that house up and down. No cold spots, sulfer scent. Nada." Dean said. "And the family said everything was normal?" I asked Dean. "Well, if there was a demon or poltergiest in there you think somebody would have noticed something? I used the infer-red thermal scanner and there was nothing." Dean replied.

"So what, you think Jim Miller killed himself and mine and (y/n)'s dream was just some sort of freakish coincidence??" Sam asked, annoyed. "I dunno. I'm pretty sure there's nothing supernatural about that house." Dean said when I felt a pounding against my head.

I start to rub my temples as Sam said. "Yeah. Well, maybe it has nothing to do with the house." He said then he starts to take a deep breath, I do the same as I hold my head.

"Maybe it's just..." I said as I hold my hand to my forehead. "...maybe it's connected to Jim in some other way?" I asked then I groan in pain just as I hear Sam groaning too.

"What's wrong with you guys?" Dean asked, concerned. "My head." Sam and I groaned in anguish and I back onto the bed as I hear the laptop fall to the ground.

"Sam? (Y/n)? Hey, Hey! What's going on? Talk to me." Dean said and I open my eyes and stare at him.

Suddenly, I flash out of the motel room and see Roger enter his kitchen with a bag of groceries. He notices the window is open and closes. He goes to unbag his groceries when the window opens again. He turns to it, stares at it then closes it and locks it.

When he returns to unpacking, the lock moves by itself and the window slides open again. Roger, confused, attempts to close it but it sticks.

He leans out, twisting to look up at the top of the window when the window slides closed, decapitating him. Blood gushes up over the window.

Next thing I knew, I see Dean standing over me as he has a concerned look on his face. "It's happening again." I said then I look over at Sam. "Did you see...?" I started to ask but he nods. "See what?!" Dean asked. "Something's gonna kill Roger Miller." Sam replied, frantically.

Later, Dean was driving as I sat in the backseat, still rubbing my temples, while Sam was talking on his phone, also holding his head. I could still feel the pain that vision gave me, it felt like the worse hangover you could ask for. The hangover from hell as I like to call it.

"Roger Miller. Ah no no, just the address please. Ok, thanks." Sam said into the phone then he hangs up and turns to Dean. "450 West Grove, Apartment 1120." He replied.

"You guys ok?" Dean asked us, concerned.

"Yeah." Sam and I replied, in unison. "If you guys are gonna hurl, I'll pull the car over you know, cause the upholstery..." Dean said but Sam and I, both, shouted. "I'm fine."

"All right." Dean said, holding a hand up for a moment. "Just drive." Sam said as I look between the boys and sigh, heavily. "Boys, I'm scared. These nightmares weren't bad enough, now Sam and I are seeing things when we're awake? And these, visions, or whatever, they're getting more intense. And painful." I said and Sam nods. "Come on (y/n), you two will be all right. It'll be fine." Dean said, calmly.

"What is it about the Millers? Why are (y/n) and I connected to them, why are we watching them die? Why the hell is this happening to us?" Sam asked, scared and annoyed. "I don't know, Sam, but we'll figure it out. We've faced the unexplainable every day. This is just another thing." Dean said. "No. It's never been us. It's never been in the family like this. Tell the truth, you can't tell me this doesn't freak you out." Sam said

Dean stares straight ahead for a long moment before he said. "This doesnt freak me out." Sam and I stare at him, then I turn away and look out at the window.

We pull up as Roger approaches the entrance with a bag of groceries. "Hey Roger." Sam shouts out the window and Roger turns then rolls his head at us. "What are you guys, missionaries? Leave me alone." He said. "Please!" I shout through the window but Roger was gone. Dean guns the engine, jumping the curb as he hurriedly parks and Sam and I run out of the car.

"Hey. Roger. We're trying to help!" Dean shouts.

"Please! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey." Sam shouts.

"We're just trying to help!" I yelled as we run up to entrance. But Roger closes the door behind him. "I don't want your help." He said and he walks away. "We're not priests or a nun, you gotta listen to us!" Sam calls out after him. "Roger, you're in danger!" Dean shouts but he was gone.

"Come on. Come on, come on." Dean said to us and we run around the corner to a back entrance, which was securely locked. Dean quickly looks around then kicks it open.

We jump to the first level of the fire escape then run up the stairs. When we make it to the first floor from Roger's house, we hear the window slide down and a wet squelching noise. Sam and I freeze at this as I felt my stomach drop while Dean sprints past us and grabs the railing.

I follow him and see Roger's head lying in the flower bed under the window, his blood all over the kitchen window. Sam joins us as I placed a hand over my mouth.

After a long pause, Dean pulls out some hankerchief from his pocket and throws a couple to me and Sam and he starts to wipe down the railing. "Start wiping down yout fingerprints, we don't want the cops to know we were here. Come on, come on!" He said and Sam and I quickly wipe down the railings as fast as we could.

Dean uses his rag to push up the window leading out to the fire escape. "I'm gonna take a look inside." He said and he climbs inside while Sam and I continue wiping down the metal railing.

"I'm telling you there was nothing in there. No signs either, just like the Miller's house." Dean said after we were done on the fire escape and head back to the Impala. "I saw something, in the vision. Like a dark shape. Something was....something was stalking Roger." I said to Dean. "Yeah, I saw the same thing." Sam said.

"Whatever it was, are you guys sure it's not connected to their house?" Dean asked. "No, it's connected to the family themselves." Sam said.

"So what do you think, like a vengeful spirit?" I asked Dean. "Well yeah, there's a few that have been known to latch onto families, follow them for years." Dean replied. "Angiak. Banshees." I listed and Dean shrugs. "Basically like a curse. So maybe Roger and Jim Miller got involved in something heavy, something curse worthy." He said.

"And now the something is out for revenge. And the men in their family are dying." Sam said and I stop in my tracks.

"Hey you think Max is in Danger?" I asked them. "Let's figure it out before he is." Dean said. "Well, I know one thing we have in common with these people." Sam said as we make it to the Impala.

"What's that?" Dean asked. "Our families are cursed." Sam replied.

"Our family's not cursed! We just...had our dark spots." Dean huffs. "Our dark spots are...pretty dark." I said as I gesture to all of us. "You're....dark." Dean remarks and I scoff and roll my eyes. "Real mature, Winchester." I said as we climb into the Impala.

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[mistressoftheelderitchwhorehouse]

Until I Spill My Guts Part 1

Summary: By day you worked at an English school in Yokohama, and by night you worked as a waitress at a hole in the wall strip club. It wasn’t ideal, and you always worried a student would see you, but it paid the bills. Everything was fine until two young men tripped into the club one day asking you to betray your boss, and turn your world upside down...

Now it's sink or swim as you're dragged deeper into Yokohama's underbelly while falling in love with two of Yokohama's most dangerous men.

Trigger Warnings: Sexual Harrassment, guns

Fandom: Bungo Stray Dogs

Pairing: Dazai x Black! Fem! Reader x Chuuya

A/N: Screwed with the timeline ages a bit. I view them as older than 22 in current Canon, so we're going with that.

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The club's lights drowned the room in cold blues and firey reds. Music thumped from the speakers in the ceiling and walls, while beautiful women danced on poles and in cages decorated with neon lights.

Callussed and sweaty hands reached for your hips and ass, but you easily side stepped them as you made your way between the crowded tables, a tray full of empty glasses in hand.

You went over to the bar manned by a lanky woman who grinned when she saw you approach. She flipped a towel on her shoulder and leaned against the bar.

"There's the shining star. How's the crowd doing?"

Well," You set the tray down. "You can tell the Nine Gang just got payed, there's a bachelor party with an unfaithful groom, and some how the new boss for the Street Rats is still conscious despite doing eight back to back shots of mystery shots."

"Color me impressed."

You frowned and glanced back at the crowd. It wasn’t even eleven PM, but it was a packed house. It made your skin itch and stomach churn. "I'm gonna take my smoke break."

"I'll let Sato know."

You made your way to the back of the club, and out the door that was labeled "staff only" in faded paint. A chill wind swept through the alley, bringing with it the stench of used condoms and car exhaust.

You looked both ways, before shutting the door behind you and leaning against the brick wall. You snaked a hand in your tiny shorts, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and then the lighter out of your bra.

You could still feel the club thumping against your skin, even making out a few of the song lyrics pouring from the speaker. If you tried, you could even hear the announcer telling who the next star dancer was.

Your club, The Sugar Scorpion, was by no means the loudest on the block, nor was it the prettiest, or had the best talent. Honestly, you could argue the club down the block had all of those in spades. Hell, you were even next door to a public sex dungeon.

No, what made this place "attractive" was...

"Oi, what about this place?"You looked up from the dingy concrete, and made out the muscular silhouette of man dressed in salaryman attire, looking at someone behind him. "They even have a foreigner! We'll get a cheap lay too."

"Nah man. That place uses a password. We'd never get in anyway, you were afraid to talk to that one Port Mafia guy asking directions."

"Fuck. Never mind let's go to the usual place."

You cringed at that and dropped your cigarette and killed it with the heel of your boot. When you went back inside you made a beeline for the bar where Yui was mixing a drink.

"If I don't show up tomorrow I was deported."

"Why?"

"Someone saw me here."

"Someone from the school?"

"No idea, but they're not a regular."

Yui shook her head. "I dunno how you live like you do. I'd be an anxious mess."

"Already there."

Yui poured the drink, and passed it off to the wobbling customer, who slurred something to them in a language neither of them understood before leaving.

"Well I have more anxiety to add to your plate." She pointed to a tray loaded with three colorful shots. "Send this over to Boss Man's table."

You felt your stomach drop, but grabbed the tray without complaint. You made your way through the crowd, and down a short set of stairs to the VIP section. Here everything was a little cleaner, the girls all naked, and almost everyone you saw carried a gun.

Sitting in a corner that was filled with men was your boss. He was a tall, muscular man that almost anyone would find handsome if it wasn't for the look in his eyes. The utter poison in the brown depths was enough to make anyone vomit.

He flashed you a toothy smile and gestured to you with a ring encrusted hand. "I even got a foreigner working for me. Hey, come here my little star."

You did as instructed, keeping your smile up as you went to the table, and leaned down to set the drinks in front of yojr boss. You bit your inner cheek when you felt meaty fingers pinch your ass.

"And she’s obviously one, ya know? Like those girls in the hip hop videos. Though, maybe you're too young to remember them."

You stood up properly, letting the comment roll off your back, and took a peek at his guests. Both were young at 18 or 19, maybe 20 if you were being generous, and wore nice clothing. One sported enough bandages you wondered if he should be in the hospital, while the other was just downright pretty with his reddish brown hair.

Strangely, neither had obvious guns on their person.

The bandaged man leaned forward. "And you speak Japanese too?"

"A bit." You pinched your thumb and ring finger close together. "If you speak too fast I get lost."

"Oh, that's great! I suck at English and Chuuya here just never bothered to learn."

"What the hell does that matter Dazai?" The red head-Chuuya, demanded.

You felt your face warm as "Dazai" cupped your cheek. "Yet you only serv drinks. A travesty. I would spend all of the world's treasures to have you spread beneath me."

You'd been propositioned a thousand ways, but never in such a poetic way in the club.

"Alas, it's not my celebration though." He snaked his arm around Chuuya, and shook him a bit, much to the red head's chagrin.

"You were right, Mr. Sakamoto. She'd make an excellent treat for our boss. However, I think Chuuya should try her first-"

"What the hell-!"

"He is turning 19. The poor lad hasn't even managed to hold a girl's hand-"

"Dazai I swear to god-!"

"W-wait, Sir." You cut both bickering men off to address your boss. "I thought we had an agreement. I would just serve drinks, not engage in any... I wouldn't be a whore."

You didn't even know a more polite term for it in Japanese.

"Well that's the thing. That paper you signed said you wouldn't do any whoring, and let's just say you won't be. These young men want your time, and they're not exchanging any goods, money, or services for it."

"But-!"

You flinched as Dazai pressed a long finger over your lips. "There's no point in arguing. It's been decided." He dropped his hand as he stood up. "Down the hall, right?"

Sakamoto grinned and saluted with his drink. "Have fun."

You tried to push Dazai away, but he easily over powered you, and kept an iron grasp on your waist. You opened your mouth, but stopped when you saw Sakamoto putting a hand on his gun. You swallowed all complaints as the red head finally stood up, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he followed you both down a narrow hall.

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You'd never even gone in the "private" rooms. Only a few select girls were able to, and it was an unspoken rule to never ask about the rooms or clients there in.

You now realized that all the money that should have went to cleaning the gum from under the tables, getting another bar tender on staff, and replacing the front window went to these rooms.

The cieling was made of mirrors, and there was a large, plush couch of black leather. A white carpet covered the floors, and there was a fireplace opposite the couch that burned with a gentle faux fire. You weren't sure where the soft lighting was coming from, but as Dazai circled you like a tiger, you wished you could turn them off.

"So he wasn't lying, right? You do know Japanese?"

"I know enough to get by living here for the past year."

He hummed and finally stopped so you were both now face to face. Now that he was closer, you could see that there were a few scabs on this boy's cheeks and forehead. "What can you tell me about your boss?"

What?

Is this a joke?

"Are you with the police?"

Dazai glanced back at Chuuya, who was standing in a corner as far from you as possible. "Hey, Chuuya. Do we look like military lackeys?"

"You look suspicious as hell."

Dazai hummed and shrugged before turning back to you. "Actually, we're part of a different organization that doesn't like the way your boss is running things. Frankly, we're hoping to get rid of him entirely."

"And why do you need me? Actually, why are you telling me?"

"He's had quite a few meetings with some rather unsavory types. We don't need those sort of weeds popping up in this red light district, and that's where you come in." He gestured to you. "With your English skills, pretty face, and nice ass I'm sure you can listen out for us."

"You want me to risk my job and neck to play spy for two kids I don't know?"

"We're not kids." Chuuya said. "And I wouldn't think a foreigner just pawned off to sleep with me would get all skittish 'bout this."

"I-.."

If you could you would sell out Sakamoto in a heart beat. Whether to the police, the soap land across the street, or even the shadowy Armed Detective Agency. You would do anything you needed to if it meant getting back at Kenta Sakamoto for what he'd done...

But...

"I can't. " Your words were low. "If that's why you're not using my body now then I'm sorry to dissapoint."

Shaking fingers reached up to the bow keeping your top up, but a large hand grabbed them and kept them in a tight grip.

You looked up from the blue cloth, and found the red head standing in front of you now, his hand over your own. Dazai was sprawled out on the couch, you're not sure how he got there.

"Ya don't gotta do that," He mumbled. "Not right making you put out when he gets something."

You stared down at this Chuuya and the now recovering Dazai. They were young, and a bit childish, but as Chuuya backed up and stuffed his hands in his pockets and Dazai stood up once more, you could see something in their eyes. It was dark and calculated, a cold knife that could tear apart anyone who so much as pretended to be a threat.

You twisted your hands. "Thank you... For the decency."

"Don't worry about it."

Dazai tilted his head. "So what do you say sweet Belladonna? Willing to risk your life and Visa for some petty revenge?"

You nibbled at your bottom lip as Dazai extended a hand. "And what's in it for me?"

"Let's just say you'll have earned yourself a favor."

"From two boys off the street?"

"No." Dazai's smile became cold. "From the Port Mafia."

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[leahseclipse]

Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you // S.H

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Warnings: light mentions of ST s1-s4 events

Summary: With the help of the kids, Steve secretly organised a proposal to you.

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: just thought this would be cute 🤩👍 sorry if it's kinda long and bad 💀

Steve could not express how much stress he had been feeling the last few days, between trying not to get caught, not to seem too suspicious, make sure the kids would do the same, try to spend time with you so you wouldn't worry— he was a mess inside. 

But he didn't care.

He wanted to organize the most beautiful proposal he could do for you, he wanted you to remember it forever. 

So... he asked for help to the only people he knew: kids. Except for Robin, and Nancy, but they were outnumbered compared to these children. 

Besides, you liked them a lot. Steve thought that if you were to have any type of celebration, you'd want them here. They counted a lot for you two, you've known them ever since the incident that happened with Will— when you were in highschool with Jonathan.

And that's when you met the famous Steve Harrington. Famous was a good word to use, because he was. With his great hair, great face, personality and his 'keg king' title, who couldn't love this guy? 

As for you, you were just a sort of outcast, hanging out with Jonathan in the corner and developing pictures with him in the red room between classes, the kind of people no one would pay attention to— you two were considered freaks. But you never really mind, you were fine with this lifestyle. 

But people like Steve, Carol and Tommy would just have probably laughed at you, approaching them would only earn you a bullying session. 

Therefore, you just stayed there, watching him from a distance. Jonathan always told you to stay away from this 'jerk'. 

The first time you talked to him after those months of contemplation was at a party, Nancy had taken two extra flyers from a girl who was giving them out. She thought it would be nice for Jonathan and you to go and try to socialize a bit more. 

Jonathan was reluctant at first, but eventually agreed when you said it'd be nice.

When you had gotten out of his car, you immediately felt overwhelmed by the number of people in and out of the house. You knew that no one would look at you in this entire crowd, but somehow you were still convinced you'd look like a complete clown in there.

You weren't a party girl, just a nerd that hung out with kids at the science club, played DnD with them after school, or just looked over them when their parents were busy. You'd be laughed at if they knew you played the role of the babysitter with them.

You weren't embarrassed by it, even if they were younger, they were still nice to be with, but you didn't need to get bullied; so blending in with the walls at school was better than that.

By the time you had gone in and turned your head, Jonathan had already disappeared from your sight. This had either meant that he had decided to chicken out, or that a certain girl named Nancy had gone to have a  more-than-friendly chat with him. 

As you made a path through the crowd, and made your way towards the drinks, you suddenly tripped on your own feet, ending up in some guy's arms.

Lifting your head up, you were met with Steve's worried eyes.

"Hey, are you fine?" he asked. 

"Yeah, yeah, I am." you said, stepping away from his touch. "Thanks for... catching me, I'm sorry I almost took you with me in the fall. I wasn't drunk I just... tripped on my own feet." 

Steve smiled, "It's okay, there's a crap ton of people here."

"Yeah, a bit... too much. That's true." you admitted.

"Do you... want to go outside the street, then? It's less crowded. Just in case, you know. But if you want to stay here, then I can stay or you can... Yeah." he stopped himself from rambling any further, bringing his hand in his hair. 

"Outside is fine, if you don't mind. I wasn't supposed to come here to begin with. 

Nancy dragged me here." you confessed. 

"Outside it is, then." 

That was then that you saw a different side of Steve. Way different from the one you used to see from the end of the corridor when he was with Tommy and Carol.

He was actually a decent guy, polite and patient, and you actually felt... appreciated around him. You weren't a freak, or some weird girl, you were just... Y/N. 

He found interest in what you liked, even though he had no idea about it, and even insisted on walking you home when you had to go. 

You had left a note on Jonathan's windshield before continuing talking with Steve on your way home.

During the walk home, you discovered that you lived a few blocks away from each other, that you knew the same kids, and liked the same band! You were happy about it, but he was ecstatic. He was smiling to his ears, talking about all those kids, hanging out together later, and every single one of the band's songs.

Since that day, this side of Steve has become your favorite. You no longer wanted to be that shy girl in the corner, you wanted to be like you were when he was around.

Back at school, even when you saw him in the corridors with Tommy and Carol, you still approached him, whether they liked it or not.  When he wondered why they looked at you like that, you finally caved in and told him about when they used to bully you in middle school and whenever he wasn't around. 

Because of this, he stopped seeing them. He ripped the group pictures he had in his locker the next day, and put them back in their spot when they snickered at you in the corridor. 

Never in your life would you have thought that Steve would do that for you. From your side of the room, he seemed like the guy that would join them and laugh at you, but he was just a guy hanging with popular people, except he didn't have a superiority complex. 

It had taken some time for Jonathan to warm up to his presence due to their past fights, but after a 'man to man talk', they decided to be on good terms; and Nancy and you were actually happy that they decided to be friends after this.

As days, weeks and months went by, you slowly started to act like a couple, without even realizing it. You were hanging out at every occasion, going to the mall, going to each other's houses, all. the. time. 

You saw each other so often that your parents started to invite Steve for Dinner, almost treating him like their own kid. 

He even started to watch over the kids with you, they couldn't stop making smooching sounds and pretending to be you two when you happened to act a bit too close during conversations.

You scolded them for making fun of you, but deep inside, you did want to be with him. You wouldn't see yourself with any other guy. 

But when Valentine's Day came around, and you were met with deception when you didn't get a card, he was there, arms behind his back.

"Hey, can we... go somewhere private?" he said with a nervous tone, looking around. 

You nodded, to which he seemed reassured. You had followed him to an empty classroom, asking why he wanted to see you.

To your surprise, he pulled a tiny bouquet of red hued flowers, to which a card was tied to. 

Taking it from him with shaky hands, you slid the bouquet carefully against your chest as you opened the card, reading the words written on it: 'Will you be my valentine for this year, along with many other ones? Please?' 

Before he could even answer, you jumped in his arms, enthusiastic. 

'Of course I'll be your girlfriend, Steve Harrington.'

To this day, Steve has been the best boyfriend. When you didn't have classes together, he'd rush to your class at the end to walk you to the next and rant to you how long an hour without you was 'agonizingly painful'.

He always knew what to say to make you laugh, no matter the mood.

When highschool ended, you had originally planned to go to university, but… nothing was interesting. You didn't want to regret wasting years to not like it at the end.

But even if you had found a major you were interested in, you didn't want to have a long distance relationship. You knew you couldn't take it.

Turns out Steve hadn't planned to go either, for the same reason. 

So, you started working together with Robin, at the mall, all summer. That was a great advantage, you could be together all day, and Robin could have more breaks; to which she said: 'Praise whatever God for bringing them together, I get to work less. Thank you.' 

Robin had even set up a board to count the number of times customers flirted with him and you.

And then, there was the whole russian thing, the base, the monster and… the fire, all in a few days.

This wasn't how you had expected your summer to end, but at least you made it out alive.

To the present day, you started working at Family Video, still with Robin and Steve, as always; and your relationship was still going as strong as ever. 

Years went by, and the day eventually came. Steve had decided to propose.

He asked for the help of the kids, along with Nancy, Robin and Eddie— the kids's newest pal, and got to work, during weeks, planning everything out, making sure everyone knew what they had to do.

Dustin and Lucas were on standby, waiting for you to get off work and lead you to Nancy's place.

Max and Mike had to come to the store in the morning to announce that Steve couldn't come to work that day, trying to come up with all of the excuses they could to refrain you from trying to reach him or go to his house. You didn't ask for Robin, as you knew it was her day off.

As for Eddie, Nancy, Robin and Steve, they were since early morning at the Wheeler residence to go over the plan, keeping touch with everyone to make sure nothing had gone wrong.

At the end of the day, you closed the store with a sad feeling. You haven't been able to see him all day, it felt weird and lonely without him in there. When you had reached the car, you didn't even play music, Steve wasn't there to scream along.

Your first thought was to drive to this house, figure out what was going on. He was probably sick and was too ashamed to say that to the kids, that happens sometimes, when people don't like to be taken care of. Although, just as you were able to drive down, your radio had made a noise.

Perhaps it was him.

'Y/N? It's Dustin, do you copy?' 

'I do. What's going on?'

'Can you come to Nancy's house like… as soon as possible?'

'Is there something wrong? Did something happen to Steve? I haven't seen him since yesterday.'

'He's probably…. Sick, Max told you, this morning. I'm sure he's fine, don't worry. Can you come though? Are you free?'

'Uh… I mean, I can. I'll probably be there in about 10 minutes, is that fine?'

'It's perfect. See you there. Over.'

All of this was oddly suspicious, Steve not being there, not sending any radio transmission but the kids instead. You trusted him, so never would you have thought he was cheating, the kids wouldn't even have come to try to hide it, they would have come to tell you they needed your help to kill him instead.

As you drove near the place and finished walking to get there, Dustin and Lucas were near the house, waving their arms at you. They lead you inside the oddly quiet house that was usually filled with the sound of toys, the scent of food and the snoring of Nancy's father.

But this time it was empty. 

When you reached the living room, the lights lit up, revealing Steve, standing in the middle around a bunch of valentine's day themed decorations, along with pictures you immediately recognized from all your dates.

Steve was the first to react when you entered, smiling at you fondly. You stepped further in while looking around you, completely speechless.

"I'm sorry if I got you worried all day. I had to keep this a secret." Steve said, bringing back your attention to him.

"You… bet I was worried. It's not like you to not come to work."

"Yeah. Not me." He said, taking your hands when you arrived in front of him. "I wanted this to be special, though. It's… our four, and a half years anniversary, soon, and I thought this would be the right time." He paused, before his hand reached my cheek. "Since I saw you that day… at the party, I knew you were a great girl. I never thought I would have had the chance to be your friend, then your boyfriend, up to this day. You've… made me happy in a way no one has ever made me before. So…" he said, taking his hand off my cheek as he got down on one knee, to which I let out a gasp. "Will you do me the honor of marrying me, Y/N Y/L/N?" He asked, holding a box containing a ring in his hand.

You let out a choked sob, "Of course I'll marry you." as he got up, sliding the ring on your finger. Immediately, you wrapped your arms around his neck, crying uncontrollably.

After that, everyone came running from the stairs, congratulating the both of you. Words couldn't describe how much you loved Steve at this moment.

You were going to spend the rest of your life with him, you couldn't be happier.

#stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things steve #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader

[pullingyourstrings]

hii, I just wanna say that you are soo right with your headcanons, I love them! Can I request a short fluff fic about jealous Gareth pls? thanks x

Jealousy, thy name is Gareth.

Pairing: Gareth x GN!Reader

Word count: 740

Warnings: jealous Gareth from this hc, bickering, happy ending, fluff, Chrissy and Jason are mentioned and they're dating (ew, I know), not Jason friendly.

"Hi babe! Sorry I'm late" you got inside Gareth's car, where he had been waiting for you for at least thirty minutes after school was over.

"Hey. Is everything okay? Got me kinda worried" he asked as you tossed your backpack to the backseat and clicked in your seatbealt.

"Yeah, I was just explaining the chemistry assignment to Jason and-"

"Jason Carver?" he interrupted you, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah...?"

"From the basketball team?" he turned to you, taking his hands away from the key on the ignition.

"Yes. Why?"

"Oh, nothing. Thought he didn't take chemistry with you" he shrugged, his nose scrunched in such a cute way that could only mean one thing: he was mad jealous. You understood quickly, but decided not to play into his act. You knew that he trusted you, the problem was Jason. He just always had a bad feeling about him.

"He doesn't but his GIRLFRIEND Chrissy does" you emphasize the word, hoping it would be enough for him to drop it.

"And?" Nope. Not enough.

"And she had to go home today because she was sick. So he asked me about the assignment to explain to her later"

"Right, right" he nodded sarcastically, his hand on his chin. "And only you and Chrissy take this class?"

"No, but-"

"Oh, I thought so, since he had to ask you specifically" he rolled his eyes, trying to make you admit that Jason was interested in you (which he very much wasn't but your boyfriend didn't seem to understand that).

"It's because I'm friendly and approachable" you joked and he laughed humorlessly, crossing his arms.

"Can we go now? We can check the new restaurant on main street" you offered a smile, trying to change the subject.

"You're so naive sometimes Y/N, it's incredible" he shook his head, scoffing. Ok, now you're mad too.

"I just told you, he's dating Chrissy Cunningham! He's very devoted to her actually, it's really sweet" you pointed out angrily.

"Oh wow what a nice boyfriend he is" he mocked with a high pitched voice and clasping his hands together, before rolling his eyes again.

"Looks like it! I bet he doesn't interrogate her for twenty minutes when they could be having a great time out"

"Cool. Go ask him to take you out then" he pouted and you could see his face getting red with annoyance.

"Oh my god, will you stop being so jealous please? I don't like Jason, he's a douche most of the time" you stated sincerely.

"Not when he's talking to you apparently, spent an hour chit chatting with the guy" he exaggerated, mumbling curses and sarcastic comments you didn't want to hear. You sighed. This is getting ridiculous.

"Why does it matter? Why would I even look at Jason the Dull, when I can have Gareth the Great?"

Silence. He didn't have a come back this time as he looked at you in the eyes, his frown slowly turning into a smile. He really tried not to laugh, hiding his mouth with his hand.

"D-did you just call him dull?" his snort came out anyway.

"Yeah, because he is! He looks like every other guy in this school and the way he talks is sooo boring" you explain as you both laugh, the tension floating away.

"And I'm not boring?" he asked with a soft voice, leaning on the headrest. He wanted you to say it.

Wanted to be reassured that, to you, he was better than Jason.

"No." you leaned closer to him, caressing his cheeks. "You're fun, smart, talented" you give him quick kisses between every compliment. "And have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror? God, hottest guy ever" you declared dramatically, fanning yourself.

"Shut up" he laughed, shaking his head and kissing you intently this time. You melted into the kiss, his hands squeezing your hips.

"I mean it, okay? I love you" you remind him and he can't help but feel a little guilty and ashamed of the scene he just made.

"Love you too baby. Sorry about all that..."

"I forgive you but only if we leave now pleaseee, I'm so hungry" you whined, placing a hand on your stomach and making puppy eyes at him.

"Alright, alright, let's go" he gave in with a smile, starting the car and heading to the new restaurant you wanted to go.

#thank you sm!!! im glad you like them #hope you like this one too! #thanks for asking! #anon my beloved #gareth emerson #gareth stranger things #gareth the great #gareth emerson x gn!reader #gareth x reader #stranger things 4

[peejsocks]

bam rq!! (smut 👉👈)

i came across these and i think they go well together

bam - “i am not driving home with you, are you crazy”

reader - “fine, continue to act like you hate me”

a/n: bammy brain rot all day! since you didn’t specify pronouns i made it female reader and i know to some that doesn’t make sense but i just struggle with gn smut, i hope it’s okay! and thank you for requesting <3

ps: i’ve been finding the fan base pretty dead so if you read this, feedback is much appreciated :)

disclaimers/tags: nsfw. nsfk. minors dni. general don’t be stupid advice.

Like many in the town of West Chester, you knew Bam Margera. Like some, you were currently not on his list of favorite people.

As fate would have it, you were now trying to convince him to get in your car as you fled a party doomed by police sirens approaching.

Since your break-up, the two of you had been at the same parties a couple of times. Inevitable when you have friend groups that intersect. Usually, someone told you he was there in hopes of stirring some drama and exploiting the CKY guys for some lame irrelevant news.

A couple of girls who pretended to be your friend during your brief fling with the famous kid even came up to you to say Bam had come onto them, falsely offended. "I would never! Unless, you were okay with it...?"

A shrug and a swig was enough answer for them.

Whether or not he was actually making out with all of your so-called friends was not a question you looked for the answer.

Fights broke out at crowded houses constantly. A few guys were infamous for starting them, and only stopping when cops pull them off of an unconscious body. You were let in on this when you were with Bam. If one of these dudes were spotted in a brawl, everyone should meet at whoever's car was closest and get the hell out of there.

Most of you were still twenty. It was not worth getting caught underage drinking over some dickhead seeking attention.

Tonight, the neighbours weren't fucking around and called the cops as soons as the first chanting of "fight!" was yelled out. Now half the party is swarming the streets trying to figure out where to go.

That's when you catch Bam standing unfamiliarly alone on the pavement and yelling at his phone.

"I can't go that way! How did you even get past them? Turn the fuck back and come get me."

Seeing red and blue lights flicker in the distance, without much thought, your hand wraps around his and pulls his body forward. For now, the warm electric shock that bolts through you just from the small contact of his skin with yours will be ignored.

"Y/N? What are you doing?"

"Kidnapping you. Isn't it obvious? Get in, we have to go."

Stubborn as always, his hand pulls away from your grip in defiance. Quickly, you're getting annoyed.

"I'm on the phone."

He looks so much like a child saying this, eyes angry and resenting. Like he knows he has no good arguments, playing dumb to spite you will have to do.

"Do you want to finish your conversation from the inside of my car on the way home or when they give you your one phone call in jail?"

"I'm not driving home with you, are you crazy?"

Huffing, you turn your back to him and walk around to the drivers side, unlocking the door. His phone is hanging loosely beside his ear, but the grip of his fingers seems strong. He is staring at you, hesitant but considering.

"Fine, continue to act like you hate me. After I give you a ride. But in the meantime, can you give yourself a break and think rationally? You know, so you don't get busted?"

Seconds feel like minutes before he mumbles to whoever has not hung up on him yet that he'll meet them at his place.

As soons as Bam opens the passenger door, you're climbing in and speeding out of there.

You smirk when he clings to the ceiling handle and fumbles with the seatbelt.

"I don't think this piece of shit can handle your driving."

"I think you're managing just fine." Extending the joke, you change gears rapidly and the tires screech, running a yellow light. He glares your way. "Performs better than your overpriced Ferrari."

Defeated blue eyes averted ahead give away hurt feelings. "It's the streets in this town's fault, they're not made for supercars."

You laugh at his posture. "Sure."

For the next few minutes you are both sitting in surprising comfortable silence, until Bam spots a 24-hour grocery store.

"Oh, stop here. I need to get some stuff."

A glimpse of his rings when he points at the neon sign almost makes you choke, feeling trapped inside a slow motion sequence as your eyes trail up his neck. Snap out of it.

"I'm not your fucking driver, fuck off."

"You fucking volunteered to drive me home, don't be a bitch. C'mon, I'll be quick."

It was a mistake to look into his big doey eyes, but you did it anyway, aware of the outcome.

Ineffective but self-serving, you park the furthest from the store so he has to walk the distance. Away from any other cars, lamp posts or people. As you're waiting, you turn on the radio.

However long he was gone was the time you spent trying to convince yourself you didn't miss his smell. Or his voice, his smile, his tattoos. His rough hands bruising your hips.

The light inside turning on when the door opens again brings you back to reality.

The tips of your fingers massage your forehead, stressed when you can't help but stare at his spread legs when Bam takes his seat next to you, bulge just noticeable enough.

He rattles the plastic bag, taking out a small packet of Twizzlers and handing it to you.

"As a thank you. I got you a water bottle too."

Smiling cautiously, you avoid his gaze, taking the water first and gulping it down. Maybe it was a hotter night than you noticed.

As you're ripping open the candy, a Deftones song comes on. Immediately, the two of you look at each other, red sugary tube in between your teeth.

Bam laughs first, looking away and bringing his fingers to his lips, shy. It's contagious enough that you copy him, eyebrows shooting up.

"What are the chances?"

For the two months you were together, Bam hated your appreciation of the band. As an experiment, you tried having sex to their discography a couple of times. It never turned him off, but it's unclear whether it ever turned him on more.

"Did it ever work?"

"What, like, do I have an urgency to fuck something whenever I hear that fucking rythmic guitar? No, not really." His head turns to you, eyes widening with something not entirely negative. "But I do think of you when it comes on. So, I guess it worked in that sense, I don't know."

You meet his shrug with a bitter apology. "Sorry about that. At least you have an unpretentious reason to never listen to them again."

"Yeah." A small chuckle. The skin around his eyes creases when he squints. "Or to give them another chance. Been doing it a lot, actually."

With a pause, you ask him something you might come to regret later. "Did you change your mind?"

His answer comes in the movement of ring-clad fingers rolling the volume button up.

The louder vibrations don't help the fast beating of your heart when Bam drops the bag of alcohol under the seat, calmly turning his body your way and placing a hand on your bare leg.

He doesn't meet your eyes, focused on tracing your skin lightly with his thumb.

It's so small but the rush of his touch, which you have missed terribly, is such that the back of your neck is hot and you feel like puking.

"I thought you hated me."

Those were, to be fair, his last words to you.

Sure, it was said in the middle of a drunken fight over jealousy, but he never called to take it back. A month went by with no contact, seeing each other at parties and pretending to be strangers.

Being this close to him, alone, was bittersweet.

It was a clash of the memories of your last moment together with the excitement of being touched by him again. The potential of being his again.

"I do." Your eyes shoot up at his admittance, betrayed and on edge. "I hate that you left. I hate that you didn't come back the next day yelling and breaking shit at my house. I hate that you never said you hated me back. You just left me."

His hand is still on you, light, testing. It burns, but you don't dare move it, afraid the absence would hurt far more.

"I didn't know you wanted me to do that. But what did you expect, Bam? You yelled it to my face. I gave you time to apologize, but you never did."

"I'm sorry." Blue eyes finally meet yours. And to your horror, they feel genuine in their longing. "I'm sorry I got mad over something stupid, and yelled and said dumb shit I didn't mean. You didn't deserve that."

There's no air in your lungs. You feel like sinking into the car seat. "You're putting me in a very difficult position here, you know?"

The blink of his eyes is slow, and you want to believe it's his way of showing vulnerability.

"Did you miss me?"

The presence on your leg moves and scorches its way. With gritted teeth, you breathe out. Try to, anyway.

“Do you miss how I touch you? My fingers in you? Riding me?"

Your chin is pointed down, following his movement closely and imagining the reward you'd get for being truthful.

His hand wraps around your thigh, thumb pressing on the excessive skin and turning it red. Your skirt is rising and you lick your lips, probably not as discreetly as you planned.

"Because I miss all of it. I want to grab around your throat as I pound into you, and you cry, so beautiful. I want to hear you moan my name again. I need to, because in my dreams that's when you go quiet. It kills me every time I wake up sweating and hard, thinking of your pretty lips trembling."

"Bam." You whisper and his hand freezes in place. Looking into his eyes, you confess. "I'm scared you're gonna hurt me again."

His free hand comes up to your cheek, and you shiver when cold metal meets your burning skin. "I know better now. Let me show you I can treat you right."

The deep bass still playing in the background registers in your brain, and you are hit with flashbacks to so many good moments with the man holding you.

With his shirt balled into your fist, you meet his lips.

It's just that for a few seconds, lips touching, reminiscing on each other. Until his hand squeezes the inside of your thigh and it triggers your muscle memory, moving to take more of his mouth.

Bam has always, and continues to be, the best kisser you have ever had. He leads slow and patient, but loves when you take initiative, matching your pace perfectly.

If this were any other guy you weren't familiar with on a first date, you might spend more time enjoying a nice kiss. But it isn't, your head is pounding and your insides are pulsing.

To get what you want, you push Bam back and move to straddle him, hand never leaving the nape of his neck.

You take a second to look down at him, briefly submissive and needy, eyes glossy as he waits for you to go back to him just as he had been dreaming of.

You let him grab you by the waist and guide you to sit on his lap in the passenger seat of your car, something you had done many times before in his.

Back to making out, you start with wet lips on his neck, then jaw, the sharp ends of his smile that you love so much. Your tongue pokes out and he sucks on it without questioning.

Suddenly, you hear a loud crack and the backrest moves. Not all the way, but enough that you jump back to the driver’s side. Honestly, you can't afford to fix a broken seat, or explain how it broke.

Out of air, you're laughing when Bam turns his head back to you with a glint in his eyes. "I have an idea."

Leaping to the back, he extends a hand to you. He's breathless, flushed pale skin, his hair is out of place and there's a wicked smile on his face. It’s impossible not to mirror it.

You let him pull you onto his lap again.

Bam is quick, sneakily lifting your tank top and exposing your breasts to his busy lips. It was so hot that his spit around your nipples was alleviating, and you whimpered shamelessly, tugging on his dark hair.

Everything was overwhelming, so you don't put too much thought into it before grinding down on the hardness pushing against his black pants. As a response, Bam groans and bites your breast, definitely leaving teeth marks. The pain pulls the first whiny moan out of you tonight.

"I can see why you missed this."

You're teasing because you know where it gets you.

From his hunched position, Bam’s head shoots up, eyes bright in the dark of the deserted street. His tongue licks up the crevice in between your tits.

"You can pretend you didn't miss it too, but I won't believe you."

Smiling, you shoot back, feigning innocence. "Why not?"

"I'll show you."

Cold fingers reach your covered slit under your military green skirt and you suck in a breath. It's beyond your control at this point, and you rub against his hand just as you had done a few moments before on his dick.

Thinking of the swollen member and the fact that you could have it again, not just in your imagination, was thrilling. You feel him lightly press on your clit, and the begging begins.

"Bam, please." Your eyes are closed, but you know he is watching you. "Please, I know the rules, I'm begging."

His thumb teases along the fine line of your underwear. Teeth bite into your skin again. "Such a good girl. I would've done it even if you didn't follow. I really don't deserve you."

Bam's tongue is sucking on your neck when he slips under your panties, just two fingers running along your wet entrance.

Your grip on his locks grows stronger and you practically growl his name. He laughs, satisfied, but it's okay. His hard-on poking your thigh keeps you going.

"Can you pull my skirt up, please? I want you to see how wet I am." It's surprising even to you, that you said this. It's so earnest, when he hasn't earned it.

A glimpse of shock followed by adoration crosses the look he gives you, and so you decide he’ll make your sincerity worthwhile.

As you ordered, your skirt is pulled up to your waist, and Bam gets a good view of your lace white panties. Soaked.

You watch as he lays you down carefully, eyes stuck on your still covered cunt, and removes his shirt. You take in his chest moving up and down, a sign of his nerves, and search for the Heartagram tattoo that was a lot more gratifying than a simple happy trail.

Distracted, you barely feel Bam's teeth graze against your hips when he pulls your underwear down with them. It's hot enough to make you chuckle in disbelief, which earns you a look.

Nice Bam is off for now, because he's never been nice when eating you out. It's always fast, hungry and unrelenting. This time is no different.

He is lapping up your folds, tongue darting in and out as his thumb circles your nub. It's actually too much.

"Bam, I love you, but please. I can't take this. Just get your pants off, now."

You force him to look up by pulling on his hair, drool making his chin shine. He wipes it off with his hands. God, the tattoos and the rings.

He doesn't take his eyes off of you as he unbuckles his belt and pulls his cock free. It's better than you had been hoping, redder and dripping more than you had seen before.

You pull on his necklaces to beckon him on top of you. His dick is on top of your stomach, and you shiver.

Reaching down, you envelop his shaft and give soft slow pumps, feeling the tip of his head carefully. His jaw slacks, and brows furrow, a full moan coming out from pink lips.

Before you can continue, he stops your hand and takes a deep breath.

"Sweetheart, I'm gonna stop you right there. I'm not gonna last through that."

"It's okay."

Bam readjust so he's aligned with your entrance. His face screams focus and anticipation, it's endearing.

You're actually scared of how this is going to feel.

When the tip brushes your clit, the both of you jump slightly, so you wrap your arms across his back to keep him close and encourage him to continue.

He pushes, agonizingly slow. And when he is finally inside, you can see stars.

It feels like everything around you is on fire.

"You okay?"

Nodding, you give him a reassuring smile and a pat on the back, which earns a laugh from him.

"Tell me if you need a break."

Pushing more, Bam is all the way in you. All the good memories rush back to you and you gasp, holding onto him tight.

"Baby, you feel so good. I missed this so bad." Your voice is strained.

You open your eyes to see Bam smiling, smug, pointy incisors standing out to you.

"I know you did.”

"Don't be scared to move, please, I can take it."

"Of course, princess."

So he moves, patiently sliding out halfway and then moving back in. He's being careful because you look like you're struggling, but it's just pent up need.

"Bam, what was I like in your dreams?"

He's still pumping slowly.

"You were wonderful, gorgeous."

"Yeah? I bet I can take more than her." He looks at you quizzically, but amused. "Try me."

Bam's hand closes around your neck. He moves back all the way to the head, just to mercilessly thrust into you until his balls hit your skin.

"That's it, go on."

He's carefully holding you in place so you can take him comfortably as he thrusts faster, his tempo getting more ragged.

You can feel the veins in his cock as you tighten around him, proud of how good he's giving it to you and you are taking it.

You adjust on the seat so he can move both hands to your hips and help you roll them in synch with his.

You're fucking each other as rough as possible, and maybe it's in your head but the windows in your car are fogging up.

Bam is so loud, you’re swallowing your own whimpers just so you can hear him moan freely.

Somehow, while you two are going at it, Bam finds a way to get close to your ear and whisper. "I love you too."

Shock runs through you as your words from moments ago hit you. Fuck, you didn't even know that you loved him. Hearing him say it back was ecstatic, and now he was hitting you right in that perfect spot.

"Bam, please, I'm close."

You're scratching his back when you orgasm, Bam spilling inside you right after.

He's not even moving anymore, and you're still riding your high. The weight of his body and the dark curls covering your eyes, his shoulders slumped against your chest. Of course you love him.

Your car is very tidy, so he uses his shirt to clean you up and you fake a gag, telling him you never want to see him wear it again.

Dressed, you're still laying on the seat. Bam is glowing in all his post sex glory, stomach muscles glistening with sweat. He pulls you roughly under his legs so he is the one straddling you now.

Giggling, under your own bliss, you try your best to fix your hair.

He's kissing your chest again, whispering. "Does this mean we're back together?"

"Do you want to be?”

“I have to say, I perform a lot better in your car than mine."

"I agree." You deadpan and he laughs. "You have to sell that stupid car, it's so cursed."

#jackass fanfic #bam margera x reader #debated whether or not to leave the pic in bc jokes

[cevansbrat0007]

What if bibi was playing outside while reader was doing some type of yard work, andy is in his office. Bibi finds a stray kitten and sneaks it in past the reader and takes it to Andy in his office asking if she can keep it? What happens next?

For @ariellemangomonroe

BiBi was playing outside while her Mama was gardening. At five-years-old, her new favorite thing was trying to catch butterflies. She had a little net and everything.

She always tried to show Mama when she caught one, but Mama seemed to always give her a weird smile and mutter "Jesus help. My baby likes bugs."

But then, she sees him. A little white and orange kitten resting under a nearby car parked on the street. BiBi cautiously approaches him, not wanting him to spook. He was so little.

"Hi kitty kitty." She whispers. "Hi. My name is Bianca. What's yours?"

The kitten peers up at her, but doesn't move.

"Do you have a name, pretty kitty?"

Surprisingly, he allows her to get close enough to pick him up. BiBi gives him a soft kiss. "Wanna be friends?"

The kitten nuzzles against her and gives her a slow blink.

"Take you inside and feed you." BiBi murmurs. "Then ask Daddy to keep. Mama might be scared."

Inside she goes, straight to her Daddy's office.

Andy looks up from a legal brief when his daughter walks in...holding an animal?

"Daddy. This is my new friend, Ollie. He needs me. Can we keep?"

Now he didn't know much about cats, and didn't know if his wife even liked cats. But the little thing was cute. And it seemed to be gentle.

The little kitten hops out of BiBi's arms and proceeds to tentatively approach him, before jumping his lap. Getting comfortable, he falls asleep.

"Can we please keep?" She asks again. "Wanna name him Ollie!"

He sighs, looking down at the sleeping feline in his lap.

"I - I'm gonna have to talk to Mom about this, but uh..." He cant help but pet him. "I'll see what I can do." Andy tells her with a wink.

"Yay!"

"Now let's get this little guy some water.

#cevansbrat0007 asks #cevansbrat0007growing pains series #cevansbrat0007 fics #chris evans imagines #andy barber imagines #bianca barber

[sleekervae]

The Neighbour [4.4]

Masterlist

A/N: woo, I'm back! Sorry updates have been coming up slow for this one, I'm trying. But we're almost near the end and I'm so excited!!

Warnings: pets at the vet, some self loathing, familial drama

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If there was anything more stressful than taking an animal to the vet, it was having to wait outside the office, fearing the unknown just like they were. There was no sitting in the exam room, no clamouring to keep the pet on the table, no reassuring faces from the doctor that your little guy was going to be okay.

Remington sat on the curb, the car was too stuffy but the air was uncomfortably dry. His knee shook incessantly. Emerson had called the vet to get Pluto in while Sebastian drove them, swerving in and out of traffic like a super spy in a Jason Statham flick. The entire time Pluto lay limp in his arms, he would shift his head from spot to spot, cradled in Remington's arms, mewling when his leg was moved.

A doctor had rushed outside just as they'd pulled into the vet hospital, took Pluto and instructed them to stick around, they'd come out soon after their exam. Pluto kept watching Remington as the doctor took him inside, either it was a look of gratitude or a plea to get him the hell out of there.

It had been forty minutes.

Emerson was sitting shot gun in the car, smoking a joint, the brim of his beret was pulled over his eyes. Sebastian was pacing back and forth in the parking lot, taking calls from Chris, Larissa, their mom. He was concerned not just for Pluto, but for Remington as well. He had been unusually quiet through all of this, now and again asking how much longer Pluto was going to be. He wasn't indifferent or in a hurry, he was scared -- for Pluto, to tell Eva, maybe even for the bill for all of this.

Sebastian approached him, "You hungry? There's a strip mall over there," he nodded across the street.

Remington shook his head, "No, I'm good. You guys go,"

"And leave you here to -- what? Worry?" he sat down beside him, adjusting his suit pants, "Maybe you should call Eva?"

"No," he shook his head swiftly, "She's got too much to worry about right now, she doesn't need to tack on me almost killing her cat,"

"What?" Sebastian gawked at him, "Remington -- this wasn't your fault,"

"Eva trusted me to look after Pluto. I left the window open, I didn't pay attention, I made this happen," he deduced, still staring into space.

"And even if you hadn't left the window open, you know how much of a shit that cat is. Eva's told us how many times he almost got himself killed," he reasoned back, "You think she finds out about this, she'll never speak to you again? No way,"

"That's not the point!" Remington snapped, "I was irresponsible -- like always! And if she does forgive me she's probably not going to trust me with him again! And then she won't trust me to take care of the house, or to be without her on tour, or to even -- I don't know, not separating the laundry correctly,"

Sebastian's brow fell, glowering quizzically at his little brother, "Hold on -- what are you...? Eva doesn't trust you to do the laundry?"

Remington refrained from rolling his eyes, "It's the cycle, Sebastian. It's my cycle. I fuck up and my relationships are down the hole from there. And this is a pretty big fuck up," he pointed to the vet's office.

He didn't mean to sound whiny or weak, but he was speaking from experience. It was why relationship after relationship fell through, somehow he always ended up disappointing his lovers. At least, that was the pattern with his ex. Time after time he'd apologize, try to make up for mistakes, for time, but it was never enough. And that little voice in his head would return, taunting him over and over about how done for he was.

However, Sebastian -- ever the voice was reason -- placed his hand on his shoulder, trying to bring Remington back to Earth. His insecurities were never a secret; Sebastian had lost count of the number of times he'd either have to comfort or fight Remington on his own self worth. At the end of the day, Sebastian would go to the end of the Earth to make sure his brothers were okay, and it broke his heart seeing how lowly he thought of himself.

"Remington... Eva is not Marcy. She's not Lauren, or Thea, or Christina... she's honestly the most pragmatic and -- dare I say -- likeable girlfriend you've ever had. She's a very understanding person, and you've done a lot of growing up with her. And she will understand that what happened to Pluto was a complete and utter accident," he squeezed his bony shoulder, "Okay fine: so you took your eye off the cat for a minute. He's a slippery little bastard. But you didn't throw him off a balcony with a broom, and you were the first person to jump into the car so we could take him here. And you didn't just do it because you love Eva, but you love that cat like he's your own,"

Emerson piped up from the car, "He may as well be your cat, at this point!" he called, "He got hair all over my baroque armchair!"

Sebastian waved him off and turned back to Remington, "Pluto is gonna' be fine because you were there to rescue him. Now, I think Eva might get pissed off if her cat in a cast was a welcome home surprise, so you need to tell her," he said.

"She's already got so much she has to deal with, though," Remington replied.

"Exactly. So, it's better for her peace of mind to know that Pluto is gonna' be okay," he said.

Remington finally looked to him, conflicted, "You think he'll be okay?"

Emerson hopped out of the car at that, shuffling over to the curb as he flicked away the butt of his joint, "Sure. Cats have nine lives, don't they?" he smirked.

"The worse he'll come away with is a cast, we'll probably have to carry him around everywhere. He'll fucking love it," Sebastian chided.

Emerson sat on the other of Remington, already thumbing at his pocket for another pre-roll, "Rem, Eva's crazy about you. You know how much it took for her to not drag you on this trip with her?"

Remington shook his head, "I would've gone. If she wanted me to that badly, I would've gone," he huffed.

"And the same reason you're afraid to call her, she was afraid to bring you up North. Your opinion of her could change for the dumbest or most profound thing, and because she loves you she wants to protect you like how you wanna' protect her from -- our bullshit," Emerson explained.

Sebastian leaned over to glower at the youngest brother, "How do you know all that?"

"What do you think we talk about when we're working?" Emerson replied, "I mean -- the only thing she loves more than Remington is hot cheetos for God sakes,"

Remington's face softened, "Yeah?"

"I mean, I personally prefer the cheddar jalapeño flavour --"

"No, I meant Eva," he elbowed him, "You guys talk about me?"

Emerson shrugged back, "Of course we do. After her, I'm the only person in the world who loves you the most. She's pretty close, though. No offence, Seb,"

"Okay," Sebastian scowled.

Remington shook his head, looking blithely up at the sky. Some cloud cover had come to form over them, sending a sharp chill and fraying shadow across the block.

"This has been one of the strangest days of my life," he huffed.

"... Because of your ghost?" Emerson asked.

Remington glowered at him, "No, because I can't make sense out of those commercials for IBS -- yes! Because of the ghost! And all of this!" he waggled his finger at the vet's office.

The boys turned around when they suddenly heard the office door swing open. The doctor had emerged, scrubbed and masked up... with no Pluto.

Remington's heart sunk.

"Are you guys here for Pluto?" she asked.

"Yeah," Sebastian replied, the three of them slipped their own masks on as they stood up. Remington held his breath.

"Is he okay?"

The family home was bathed in the gentle glow of evening as Eva's father and brother bustled around the dining area, setting the table with care and exchanging light banter. The clinking of plates and the savory aroma of dinner floated through the air, creating an inviting atmosphere. However, an unspoken tension lingered, casting a shadow over the impending gathering.

As they all worked together to prepare the meal, a knock at the door announced Magda's arrival. Eva's heart skipped a beat as she wiped her hands on a kitchen towel and headed to the door. Promising Greg and her dad that she would be kinder, she took a deep, calming breath. She greeted Magda with a smile that blended eagerness and apprehension.

"Hey, Magda," Eva greeted, her voice attempting to thaw the chill that had settled between them, "Good to see you,"

Magda's response was surprised at first, curt nonetheless, lacking the warmth that had always haunted their relationship, "Hey," she replied, her gaze momentarily meeting Eva's before flickering to her daughter, Arleth.

Eva gestured for Magda and Arleth to come in. The little girl's wide eyes took in the surroundings as they stepped into the living room.

"Eva, could you give us a hand here?" their father called from the dining room, his voice carrying the joviality of the occasion.

Eva nodded at Magda and gestured toward the dining area, "Is -- is Bryan coming?" Arleth's father.

Magda subtly shook her head, refraining clearly from rolling her eyes, "He's working, couldn't make it," she took a brief look around the foyer, noting the few pairs of shoes scattered at the door, "I assume the crotch goblin isn't here,"

Greg strolled in from the kitchen, a towel tossed over his shoulder, "Julian took him out for dinner. We figured it was safer for him," he smirked.

Magda glowered at her younger brother, brushing shoulders as she strolled past him, "For him or for her?"

Her words burned painfully in Eva's ears, and despite how her lips twisted, how her eyes narrowed, the pleading look on Greg's face urged her to calm down. Not tonight, not now and not tonight.

As they all worked together, Eva tried to engage Magda in casual conversation, inquiring about her daughter's interests and her life with the pandemic. However, her attempts were met with brief answers, Magda's attention primarily focused on her daughter and helping their dad.

As dinner approached, the atmosphere from the kitchen moved to their old dining room, growing heavier, the unresolved emotions between Eva and Magda casting a shadow over the family gathering. Eva found herself seated next to Magda at the table, their silence more pronounced than the chatter around them. Rosie of course was laying beneath the table, waiting patiently for scraps of food to fall.

Unable to ignore the gap that had formed between them, their father tried to engage them both, "Magda's just started a new job at the law courts,"

Eva's eyes lit up, "No kidding?"

Magda shrugged nonchalantly, keeping her focus as she tried to keep Arleth eating and not throwing her peas on the floor, "I'm just a typist,"

"It's a good foot in," Greg said.

"It's crumbs," she mumbled, eyeing Eva peripherally, "Definitely won't make me enough to run off to Hollywood,"

Eva's fingers tapped across the table, "I don't live in Hollywood," she pointed out.

"Those instagram pictures could've fooled me," she grumbled back.

Her interest peeked, "You still follow me on insta?"

"No," she scoffed back.

Greg rolled his eyes, "I showed her some pictures,"

"You sure you can make ends meet over there? Pluto's looking awfully skinny," Magda said.

Eva huffed, "He's just lean. He eats plenty,"

Magda's gaze met Eva's briefly, bordering on resentment, "Excuse me," she whispered.

"Why are you whispering?" Greg asked.

"So Arleth doesn't have to pick up and remember this dinner when she's older," Magda replied.

"Okay," their father's utensils clanged against his plate, immediately drawing everyone's attention, even Rosie's, "Magda, I understand there's some problems you and your sister need to work out, but she had travelled all this way to help us out. You could at least pretend to be a coherent human being,"

Magda laughed bitterly, "What problems? I just didn't know we were a family that took back run aways," she glowered at Eva.

"What the fuck does that mean?" Eva asked.

"Language in front of the baby!" their father scolded.

"It means why would we take back things that cause us great pain and sadness when we could just lock 'em out and move on with our lives?" she replied.

"Really?" Eva glowered.

"Yeah, really," Magda nodded back.

Eva stole a glance at her dad, who shook his head in dismay. She and Magda got their stubborn streak from their mother, he could recognize it in an instant.

"Magda --"

"What? What do you think could possibly justify this, Dad?" she asked, "I don't even know why she's here. She's of no help to us!"

"She's a candidate for Lydia's transplant," Greg replied, quickly becoming exasperated.

"Exactly! Why are we entertaining all this!?" she exclaimed, "We were fine! We were doing just fine! We don't need to help her, and we certainly don't need your help!" she pointed a bony at her sister, "After it's over, they're both gonna' leave again and we just jack shit shoved up our asses!"

"Language in front of the baby!" their dad scolded again.

The legs of Magda's chairs squealed uncomfortably as she stood up suddenly, taking Arleth out of her chair and starting for the kitchen. Her dad's eyes followed her as she walked away.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"To mash Arleth's food in peace so she'll eat!" she snapped back, storming away.

The comforting food on the table was long forgotten, an icy tension coming over the remaining three family members. Even Rosie appeared deflated.

Eva felt as though she was going to throw up or throw her fist into a wall. She had always fought with Magda, and quite frankly she was tired of it. Magda was right, she had the right to be upset given their circumstances, and quite frankly Eva wasn't sure how she was going to prove to her sister that she wasn't here to cause more pain to her.

"Excuse me," Eva pushed her plate away and stood up, starting for the kitchen. Greg watched her perilously, pushing her vegetables around his plate.

"God speed," he murmured. His father through a scolding glare at him.

Magda had propped Arleth up in her high chair at the island, having mashed her peas and carrots in her bowl so she could eat. Her curly, curly brown hair bounced, spots of green and orange stained her cheeks and nose. Magda didn't have the energy to clean, certainly not as Eva shuffled in.

"We need to talk," she exhaled shakily, tentative.

Magda refused to meet her gaze, "I don't know what about,"

Eva stood in the brightly lit kitchen, her heart pounding as she faced down Magda. The air was thick with tension, their unresolved emotions swirling between them like a storm about to break.

She scoffed, "What about? What about this?" she motioned between them, "I don't want to fucking fight with you, Magda. I get that you're mad at me for leaving, but I didn't move to Asia! I'm a two hour flight away, I'm here! I came back here because -- like it or not, I still care!"

Magda's eyes bore into Eva's, a mixture of anger and hurt clouding her features, "You care? You even know what it means to care? You think you can just waltz back into our lives like you're the great Deux Ex Machina in one of your stupid books?" Magda's voice trembled with suppressed emotion.

Eva swallowed hard, feeling the weight of guilt press down on her chest, "Magda, I never meant to hurt you. I needed to follow my own path, I have dreams and I wasn't going to realize them if I stayed here,"

Magda's lips curled into a bitter smile. "Dreams? That's what you call it? You left me alone, Eva. Just like Mom did," Her gaze flickered toward the small, innocent face of her three-year-old daughter, playing with her toys in the corner of the room.

Eva's heart ached as she looked at the little girl. She took a hesitant step forward, her voice gentle, "I never wanted you to feel alone, Magda. I thought you wouldn't care, or at least understood that I needed to find my own path,"

Magda's frustration boiled over. "Your own path? Well, your own path led you all the way to the west coast -- w-with a swanky apartment and a rock 'n roll fucking boy toy while I struggled to finish college with a baby in tow. Just like Mom, Eva. You abandoned us,"

"Bryan was there to help you!"

"Bryan's a fucking deadbeat!!" she roared, "He works until six and then goes to the bar to drink with his buddies and forget about the fact that he was too fucking lazy to wrap it up before he ruined my dreams! And hers!" she pointed to Arleth.

Eva spoke tentatively, "Does Dad know?"

"No! Because I can here the 'I told you so' from here, and quite frankly, I don't need him or you judging me for it! I got enough to put up with!" she snapped back.

Eva's eyes glistened with unshed tears, guilt riddling up her spine, "I came back, Magda. I came back for you, all of you. I've never judged you for anything; not your prom date, not your clothes, I don't even judge you for Arleth. I just wanted my sister to acknowledge me a little more. It was so easy for me because I didn't think you cared about me!"

Magda's voice cracked, her anger mixing with the pain that had festered for years. "Of course I cared about you, Eva! You're my sister! But you're just so impulsive and it's gotten you into trouble before! I was scared for you, and I thought 'yeah, she's gonna' come screaming back within two weeks', and then the pandemic hit and you were barely talking to Dad and I thought 'fuck it, if she wants to stay away from us, then let here stay away!' You didn't walk, Eva, you ran away! You didn't look back,"

Eva reached out, her fingers brushing against Magda's hand, "I don't want to be like Mom, Magda. I'm sorry I hurt you like that, I never meant to. But I'm here now, and we have the opportunity to prove that we're still here for each other! I will be here for you no matter what!"

Magda's shoulders trembled, her anger slowly giving way to a mixture of sadness and longing. She looked down at her daughter, then back at Eva, tears welling up in her eyes, "It's not that simple, Eva. You're going to leave again after all this!"

Eva nodded, understanding the depth of Magda's pain, "I know it's not simple, but we're sisters. We're supposed to look out for each other, doesn't matter we live on opposite sides of the country. I will -- I will vouch for you, I'll help you any way that I can. I can send you money, I can find you great daycare programs, I'll even listen to you rant on about changing diapers everyday if you want. I'm here for you!"

Magda's gaze softened, her defenses crumbling as the years of pent-up emotions spilled forth, "I don't want your money," she pulled Eva into a hesitant, emotional hug, "I missed you so much, Eva,"

Eva held Magda tightly, feeling the bonds of sisterhood rekindle. "I missed you too, Magda,"

As they embraced, Magda's toddler watched them, sensing the change in the air. The three of them stood there, a tangle of emotions and connections, the past and the present overlapping in a bittersweet moment of reconciliation.

And in that moment, Eva realized that repairing their relationship wasn't just about seeking forgiveness; it was about proving to Magda that she was willing to face her mistakes and make amends, that she wasn't going to be a fleeting presence like their absent mother, but a constant support in their lives.

They returned to the table soon enough; the tension hadn't quite lifted but the spirit at dinner was a little more optimistic. Eva and Magda were speaking civilly to each other, it was then Magda let Eva hold her niece for the first time in forever, and it was one of the most fulfilling moments in her life. Eva wasn't sure she wanted kids, the scale was still tipped heavily in the 'No' end, though she hardly minded snuggling up with her niece so Magda could finally eat properly.

While their dad and brother did the dishes, the sisters decided to reconnect in the living room, quietly chatting between each other while Arleth played with her toys in the corner.

"Mom is cheating on Julian," she admitted then. She wasn't sure why it had slipped out, the harrowing conversation with her mom still ringing in her ears.

Magda froze, pulling away from Eva, staring at her with disgust, shock, "What?"

Eva nodded, "She's cheating again. Both of her husbands are doing everything they can to get her good treatment and she's having another affair at the same time,"

"How do you know?" Magda asked in disbelief.

"Theo told me. He knows about everything. Everything with us and our family and mom's bullshit," she shook her head, "She's doing it again, Mags. She's never gonna' stop,"

Magda leaned back into the couch cushions, her head shook as she mulled over Eva's confession. One the one hand, the anger she had for Eva dissipated and was replaced with disdain for her mother, though given what she knew she knew she shouldn't have been surprised.

"Is she touched or something?" she gaped, "She broke up our family for this new family and even that's not doing it for her?"

Eva scoffed, "I would laugh if it wasn't so fucked up,"

"Does Dad know?"

She shook her head, "I don't know how to tell him. You think we should?"

"Yes!" she replied, "He's paying for part of her hospital stay, for some reason beyond me!"

Eva sighed heavily, "He still loves her," she spoke with disbelief, "After everything she put him through, he still loves her. I can see it,"

Magda glowered, "... Does Julian love her?" she asked curiously.

"Too much. And... I don't want Theo to go through what we did," she admitted, "It's not his fault his mom's a fucking floozy,"

Brash realization fell over Magda, "He's around the same age we were..."

Eva shrugged, "Maybe the difference will be... if the outcome is gonna' be what I think it's gonna be... he could at least have some people to lean on who've been there,"

Magda shook her head with a scoff, "I already got my hands full with a baby. I don't need to throw in hormonal twelve-year-old-boy-trauma into it,"

"I'm not saying be his counsellor," Eva scoffed back.

"Should we confront Mom? We're older now, she might listen to us!" Magda suggested.

"I tried today, it's futile," she shook her head, "She's so wrapped up in the delusion that she's a 'good mother' and convinced that Theo will be 'just fine' with all of this," she spoke awestruck.

"Would she be a malignant narcissistic?"

"Communal. Malignant narcissistics are vindictive and sadistic,"

Magda scoffed back, "This feels pretty sadistic to me,"

Eva stared up at the ceiling. She was feeling a lot of things; relief that she and her sister were talking, all-out frustration at their mother, pity for their half brother, and she missed her cat. She missed Remington. That part of her that Magda had despised so much had flared again, wondering if it was too late for her to catch the next flight out of here and just let their mom suffer. Because as much as it scared her, it hit her then that Eva didn't want to help their mom. She was too full of anger and spite to give her the time of day, let alone her kidney.

No matter how much therapy and time to heal they'd had, Eva was sure that as long as her mother's narcissism reared its ugly head, she would never be able to forgive her.

"I don't want to give Mom my kidney," Eva muttered suddenly.

Magda looked to her, surprised, "Then why the hell did you come out here?" she asked.

"Because I was going to before, but I just changed my mind," she shook her head, glowering at the carpet below them.

Magda covered her hand with hers, exhaling slowly, "Eva, don't change your mind because of this,"

"I'm not," she looked to her, "But it just dawned on me that even if I give her a kidney, a house, a million dollars, whatever -- it's never gonna' end, Mags. She'll never be grateful, never acknowledge what she's done, she'll never apologize,"

Magda nodded, "Eves, if you came out here for an apology in exchange for a kidney, you got another thing coming. That being said, you're allowed to change your mind. Makes going home to your rockstar way less complicated,"

Eva simpered, "He told me before I left, if I had to go under the knife that he'll be on the first plane out here to take care of me. I like to think he's being honest with me,"

"Why didn't you bring him with you?" Magda asked. Eva's knowing look gave her the answer, "... Right, right. Gotta sort out the toxic family drama first. Have you talked him since you left?"

"Everyday," she smiled back, "He's working on his next album, and he's looking after Pluto,"

"Godspeed," Magda chuckled.

"He's not a bad cat,"

"He chewed up my Dolce Vitas!"

"... I'll pay you back for those,"

"Don't," Magda chuckled, smiling genuinely for the first time since Eva had been there, "If that rockstar can put up with Pluto's bullshit, and put that blushy Alllie Hamilton smile on your face... then I guess he's okay,"

#palaye royale #remington leith #emerson barrett #sebastian danzig #palaye royale imagine #remington palaye royale #emerson palaye royale #remington leith imagine #original story #original female character #eva kuznetsov #band blog #band imagine blog #band imagines #fever dream

[mandowifey]

Hey! School has been really getting me down. I'm taking short winter courses so all the work is compiled into 5 grueling weeks. When I'm not bogged down by school, I love making super specific playlists, reading books and writing down beautiful quotes, going to local punk shows with friends, using fashion to reinvent myself everyday, and seeing movies in theaters (crying in a movie theater is one of my favorite activities haha.) My pronouns are she/her :-)

Feel free to write anything! Love your work <3

I'm so sorry to hear you are down from school! (Also thank you for the sweet compliment!)

I assign you; James Sandin.

Note; This is SFW, and unedited. It was meant to be a short drabble!

X x X x X x

"Are you sure you don't want us to wait for your Uber to get here?"

Rubbing your hands together as you shivered, your eyes sparkle as you look at your friends. All of you dressed well for the show you'd attended. You had anticipated drinking and in foresight opted to get a ride there. Now sober and cold, you regretted the attempt of being responsible.

"Nah, you guys go ahead! It said twenty minutes, I'll be fine." You shudder and tighten your coat around you.

One of your friends hugs you before parting ways. Time was flying by and going slow so often these days with your busy schedule and limited free time. While exhausted regularly, you still tried to indulge in the things that brought you joy.

At this time of evening, the streets were quiet and foot traffic was liminal. Your phone pinged and you checked it, hoping the alert meant Joseph, your uber driver, was approaching.

'Car accident on 14th, gonna be an extra 15 minutes.'

Groaning, you rub your arms before looking around. You spot a little bar with a bright neon sign telling you it was open. Now that you had 30 minutes, you jog across the street and shuffle into the bar. The warmth inside made you groan with relief. A few patrons regard you before returning to their conversations, mostly white noise to your ears as it mingled with the soft alt-rock music playing from ceiling speakers.

Once you sat at the bar, an older woman behind the counter approaches you and smiles.

"What can I get you?"

"I'll take a coke with ice."

The woman seemed confused, but obliges you. You trade the glass for 3$ in cash and take your phone out once she stepped away.

"And how about for you, handsome?"

You had been flicking through a couple of social media apps when you heard a husky rumble to your right. Looking up, you spot a handsome gentleman in a nice suit about two chairs down from you. His cheekbones were prominent and caused a gaunt appearance to his face. He was much older than you, and you could not help but linger as you watched him speak.

"Rum and Coke, on the rocks."

His hand reached up to remove the Bluetooth from his ear and put it in his suit. You must have been gawking because his head turned in your direction and he smiled. The lopsided smirk tugged something within you.

"Hey, were you just at Hell’s Nova?" He took cash out to pay the woman as she brought his drink.

You realize he was speaking to you.

"Oh-uh. Yeah, actually how did-"

The man lifted his hand and tapped a finger to his wrist, which prompted you to look at your own. A dark purple wristband with 'WELCOME TO HELL' scrawled in red clung loosely around you. Your face burns immediately.

"Duh." You laugh.

"I actually had a meeting nearby. Client's daughter performs there. Sorry, rude of me to run my mouth before introducing myself. I'm James."

The lights above the bar catch his beryl orbs and fill them with glistening specks. You were lost within them, even from a distance.

"I'm Y/N." Your face hurt from the blush spreading over them.

Grabbing his briefcase and drink, James moved another seat down so only one separated you. Your heart thunders as you catch a whiff of his cologne, no doubt as expensive as his suit.

James exudes a sort of calm you'd only read about. The man was like a tempered river, peaceful and comforting. He smiles again as he gets situated in his new seat. Sipping his drink, you smile and fidget, feeling like you needed to fill the silence.

"So you-

"Do -"

You both stop, having nearly spoken over eachother. After he apologized and laughed, you conceed to let him go first.

"So what do you do?"

You fiddle with your phone and smile. You explain how you mostly are focused on classes and your education. Then segway into explaining your love of poetry and how you'd found time to see the show with friends. James smiles the whole time, those peircing eyes of his not once leaving yours.

"And where do you see yourself going after all this schooling?"

That was not as easily answered. You try to think on the fly but can only let out a soft laugh and shrug. He smiles at that too. When you ask about what he does, James explains his work in loose details, while ordering another drink.

In his company, you lost track of time completely.

You learned he also took poetry classes, and he could even recite passages from some of your favorites. He additionally revealed he has two lovely children, and that while his marriage was coming to an end, he still cared for his soon-to-be Ex wife and had nothing but good things to say about her.

When your phone buzzed, it tugged you out of the warm embrace of a comfortable conversation and you gasped.

"Shit! My rides here."

James' smile lost some of its spark.

"Well, it was great getting to meet you, Y/N." He smiled and reached inside his jacket as you moved and gathered your things.

Blushing, you smile at him and were about to agree when he held a card out to you. Pausing, you gently take it and realize it's his personal business card, including a work and cell number.

"What-"

"I'd really like to hear from you again." He smiles, unaware of the pounding in your chest. "And whenever you are done with schooling, I'd be happy to hook you up with work."

Your smile was nearly painful. It took everything to not lunge and hug him. "Thank you, James. You'll be hearing from me." You promise. He gives you one last smile and watches as you hurry out the door.

The entire ride home, you rub your thumb along the business card, giddy for the possibilities it gave you.

#ethan hawke #james sandin headcannon #james sandin headcannons #james sandin x you #james sandin x reader #james sandin #the purge #x reader

[hdawg1995]

you know what, fuck it, i'm still pissed about it.

Yesterday me and my mom were coming home from doing some errands and there was a guy walking his dog down the street.

the dog had a leash but he wasn't holding it.

and this was a big dog with docked ears. had the adorable square head of a Pitbull but the frame of a boxer if that makes sense.

my mom is TERRIFIED of dogs.

when we pull up to our house she starts telling me i have to hurry and get inside the house because the dog is coming. I'm annoyed because she projects her fear of dogs onto me all the time but i know how to handle dogs- dogs bigger than this one- BECAUSE she is scared of dogs and i've had to remove/chase away dogs so she could get inside the house.

the guy still doesn't pick up the lease and is in front of out house. my mom is so scared she refuses to leave the car and even locks the doors. I open the locks, get out, and the guy is waiting for his dog to poop or something because he is standing around, hands in his pockets, and the dog is sniffing one of the trees.

my mom is screaming that the dog is going to eat me and i need to get back in the car, so the guy looks up at me as i approach him.

i ask him if he can grab his dog's leash so my mom won't be scared to leave the car. I didn't ask him to leave, i didn't ask him to take his dog and get out of here, i just want him to hold the dog's leash.

he gets an attitude about how he trusts his dog and he doesn't have to hold the leash.

i point out my mom SCREAMING about the dog and ask, honestly a bit miffed at this point, to just hold the dog's leash.

he does, his dog being a good boy who sniffs my hand before i return to my mom who is calmer now because she can see the dog is being "held and controlled". she still refuses to get out of the car and i have to coax her out. the guy's dog tugs him forward and they start walking again and my mom gets out of the car and inside the house.

I don't give a FUCK how well trained your dog is, put your dog on a leash and hold the fucking leash.

"oh my dog is trained, he won't chase a bird or go into the street" i don't care. "my dog is friendly, its fine! he won't hurt a fly!" i don't care. infact if you read this and think the guy was in the right to not have to hold his' dogs leash Fuck You, I hope you vomit out of your nose.

the curse of knowledge is not an excuse for you to get uppity with someone because you decided the world revolves around you and your dog. the leash laws are in place to keep your dog and others safe, not so you can "technically" follow the law and just hope your dog is trained enough that it won't run in the street. and what if another dog, not trained, but also not leashed runs up on you and your dog? how are you going to keep your dog safe? how are you going to stop it from defending itself and you? give it a command that it will follow so the other dog can keep attacking it? NO! YOU GRAB THE FUCKING LEASH AND GET YOU AND YOUR DOG AWAY!

HOLD THE FUCKING LEASH

#vent #rant #ramble #i am still so mad about this #like my mom has problems she needs to get help for #but oh my god everyone in this area does this shit #they get big dogs and make them look intimidating #and then never put them on a leash or hold the leash #or they get cute friendly dogs and decide everyone wants a dog to #run up to them and give them kisses #there are so many things wrong with not leashing your dog and not holding the leash #its great you trust your dog and you worked hard to train them! #congrats! #THE REST OF THE WORLD HAS NO IDEA IF YOUR KUJO LOOKING DOG IS FRIENDLY OR NOT #AND THERE ARE SO MANY STEROTYPES ABOUT CERTAIN BREEDS. #YOU ARE JUST ASKING FOR SOMEONE TO CALL THE COPS ON YOUR DOG #STOP BEING FUCKING STUPID AND PROTECT YOUR DOG #i am STILL SO FUCKING MAD

[bigbadripley]

Chapter 4 - Heebiejeebies

Marc Spector&Co. x Ex!F!OC, F!OC x Modern!Miguel O'Hara

Summery: Everything changed after Marc and Simone moved to New York. Being in a relationship with the Fist of Khonshu proved to be difficult enough without the added obstacles of normal relationships being forced into the mix. With seemingly irreconcilable differences overhead, fate’s plans continue to drive the pair back into each other’s lives, testing their patience, self-control, and new relationships. Is it truly written in the stars, or is it old habits taking over?

18+!! | Third-person omniscient | Dark elements | AU/AT |  Warnings: Language, OC with religious trauma, childhood trauma, sexual trauma. Effects of trauma in adulthood. Body issues, heavy flirtation, car accident mention, oh damn a new fighter approaches

Words: 2.4K

A/N: I update warnings with each chapter. Only proceed if you can handle the themes included in the warnings.

Minors DNI, DL;DR, if I miss a warning, please let me know.

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"You, you got so much potential Every moment spent with you I bet was always eventful I've never seen your type of species Give me heebiejeebies" -"Heebiejeebies" by Aminé

You wanna do something reckless? Something you don't do anymore? Try going to lunch with a hunky stranger!

Simone thought it was bananas to even consider it. Even with Kate, she knew someone who knew her and trusted her. 

On the other hand, this guy is a complete mystery, but she ran head-first into him regardless... literally.

A few days after the gala, Simone was back at work and on with the regularly scheduled appointments per usual. The earlier ones went by quickly and painlessly before she was due for her lunch.

Yelena, check. Jessica, check. Teddy, in an hour. 

It was a beautiful sunny day, making Simone crave something light and refreshing for her meal break. Her mind went to the salad bar across the street, where she got a spinach salad with a dijon vinaigrette. 

On her way back to her office with the plastic to-go container in her hand, she was excited to dig in when the white-painted crescent moon on the side of a nail salon caught her eye. She hadn't realized Mr. Knight expanded his territory and was thoroughly distracted when she felt herself smack head-on with a wall, the container crunching and falling to the pavement. 

Only walls don't typically wear red shirts and brown leather jackets or smell this good. This wall was a whole-ass person, and his hands came up to brace her shoulders on impact. 

"Shit, I'm sorry!" She exclaimed, peeling her eyes away from the man's clothes and bringing them to his face. Upon getting an eyeful of his square, stubbly jaw, dark, face-framing hair, light brown eyes rimmed by thick glasses, and modelesque lips, her breath felt trapped in her lungs. His skin was golden, and he was gorgeous, to say the least.

"That was my mistake." He finally spoke, filling her ears with a rich voice that could've hurt her teeth. She realized quickly that she was gawking and snapped out of it. 

"No, don't even worry about it." She tried to recover, bending down to grab the container. The man knelt with her, picking up the lid while she got the bowl that was once full of her lunch, now spread on the ground. She eyed it disappointingly, and the man noticed this. 

"At least let me buy you another one. I'd hate for you to miss out on your lunch." He offered, reaching into his pocket with his free hand and retrieving his wallet. She brought her free hand to his wrist as a reflex,

"It's no big deal, really." Simone attempted to reassure him. He slowly brought his hand away from her touch and slid his wallet back into his jeans. Simone realized she just grabbed this stranger's wrist for no reason and was screaming on the inside, but stopped as the corner of his mouth drew into a grin that was disarming for her. 

"Then how about, if you have time, I take you there myself? If you'd prefer that?"

It was lost on her for a moment that this man was asking for a lunch date right there and then. She wasn't used to being asked out, having not been approached for a date in about two and a half years. It made her giddy, and to see it was a man who looked good enough to eat asking her, she felt heat rise to her face. 

"I guess I can't say no to that. I'm Simone." She introduced herself, extending the hand again. 

Am I nuts? She thought as the man switched the plastic to his opposite hand and met his now free, large palm with hers. 

"Miguel."

Simone had about thirty minutes left on her lunch break and spent nearly all of it going back and forth with this incredible man. She learned that he was the head of research and development at Parker Industries, meaning he was successful and not a scrub, making him much more attractive for a woman of her prosperity. 

She also learned that he was 31, which was a sigh of relief, being within her threshold. Once it came time for him to ask questions, the query about her scars came out of left field. 

"Google John Walton, London. The first article that pops up is the one I tell everyone to read." She told him. They were sitting at a small table in the salad bar, and she watched as he did exactly as she told him while taking a bite of her newly made meal that she banked was somehow better than the first one would have been.

His eyes grazed over the phone in his hand and grew wider the longer he read until he clicked the button on the side of it to turn the screen off. "Holy fuck." He said. "I'm sorry. I sort of feel bad for asking now." 

"No worries, It's a more common question than you'd think." She reassured him. "No amount of cream or celery juice will help me out here, and I've accepted that." 

Pitty party with strangers, much? Fish for compliments, much? You're better than that, Fredrick!

Miguel watched as the woman shied away from his gaze. The scars weren't all that bad, at least not to him, who had seen a thing or two. Being a freak of nature himself made it easy to not look twice. He compulsively bit his lower lip before he offered the response he was chewing on. "They show resilience, and in my opinion, that's extremely attractive," he admitted. 

Simone felt her eyes pulsate at the compliment, unbelieving. "You don't have to lie." She said with a nervous laugh. A part of her knew he meant it, but another part was shocked that this man was even entertaining her right now. The man leaned forward, closing quite a bit of distance between them, and cocked his head curiously. 

"I'm not lying. Or would you prefer me to be repulsed by you?" He asked before his eyes traveled from the top of her headful of silky, dark hair down to the yellow button-up shirt she wore. The top two buttons were undone to look more casual. He found her remarkably appealing and wanted her to see that. "That'll be a lot harder to manage."

The breath was caught in Simone's lungs again with how thick Miguel laid it on. Her face felt hot, and she knew there was no denying the rouge that built on her cheeks. 

Damn, he's good. She thought to herself.

Miguel walked Simone back to the office, and they continued their conversation, somehow landing on his job once they reached the door. She checked the time on her phone and saw that she needed to return to her office before Teddy inevitably showed. 

"I should get going." She said. "My next patient is normally very punctual. I'd hate to keep him waiting." Miguel nodded,

"I'll leave you to it." He said, taking a step forward. He remembered the line she used when they first met and figured, what the hell? "Try not to miss me too much." He teased. The line was familiar to Simone, and she returned with the comeback she had gotten from saying it to Spider-Man at the gala. 

"And what if I do? Miss you too much?" 

Miguel wanted to say it. Wanted to offer that response that knocked the wind out of him nights before. When he was suited up before she knew who the hell Miguel O'Hara was.

Come find me. Simone told him. It had stuck in his head like chewing gum on the bottom of a bench. So much so that he did come and find her and wound up smacking right into her on the street.

He realized it wouldn't be very subtle. He had already risked a lot just saying that to her. Something else came to his mind on the fly. "That's what phones are for." He recovered, holding out his hand. Simone liked the comeback and pulled her phone from her bag, unlocked it, and passed it to him. He handed it back pretty quickly, leaving open the contact screen that simply said "Miggy" with his personal phone number.

Okay, enough meet-cute. Back to work. Simone told herself as she watched Miggy walk backward, waving goodbye. Jesus, I must be out of my damn mind.

That was the thought on her mind for the remainder of the day. When Simone wasn't focused on her patients, she was in Lala land, remembering every detail of what the man of mystery said to her, what he looked like, how he sounded. It brought on a child-like urge to doodle on her notepads and daydream.

She ended up staying later than expected at the office, with Murdock locking up next door and stopping in to see if she wanted to join him in leaving. "Care for a refreshing, dingey glass of bar tap water while I complain about my current client?"

"Not tonight. I have a few things I need to do before I can leave." She told him before he told her goodnight and exited. 

It was the truth, having spent her lunch with Miguel instead of eating in her office, sifting through new patient forms, and looking through applications for a new receptionist. If she did them tonight, she wouldn't have to worry about it tomorrow. 

Once she finished her side projects and left, it was dark, and there were very few stars in the sky. The walk home wasn't peaceful, but it lacked enough chaos for her to think.

Am I gonna text him tonight? No, that seems too soon. She thought, running through every possibility of what would happen if she did text him. She managed to stay so deep in thought that she took a bit longer of a route to get home, mind busy and legs on autopilot, and taking her right through Mr. Knight's neighborhood. 

Her thoughts stopped, and she felt a gnawing sting of guilt in her gut when she passed by the Mission, looking down at the pavement with each step of her feet. 

Gods, I never thought I would ever be able to think of anyone else. She thought. Why do I feel wrong about this? It's for the best. I wouldn't expect him to feel bad for finding someone else. 

Simone didn't look back up or pay any mind to her surroundings, feeling like if she acknowledged her presence in his side of the city, it would be like a bad omen. 

As the thought crossed her mind, the sound of tires squeaking loudly startled her into finally looking up from her loafers. An even louder crash followed and a gust of hot exhaust-fill air radiated in front of her face upon turning to locate the sound. 

As bad as omens could be, there was a nearly accordioned red Corvette smashed into the brick wall of the building she was walking along, barely a foot behind her. She stood frozen in disbelief, watching as the driver frantically crawled out of the open top of the vehicle. He was clearly under the influence of something, but her vision was so tunneled with the shock of the accident, she didn't care.

"Moni?" Simone heard the old nickname float through the hot air like a spell. It didn't pull her out of her rattled state as it was repeated again, but once two firm hands took hers and yanked her further away from the crash, she woke up a bit. "Are you alright?"

The person who addressed her was Mr. Knight, the last person she expected to see tonight, in the flavor of Marc, the last person she wanted to see tonight. "Answer me, baby." He insisted, shaking her a bit and watching her blank expression slowly scrunch into exasperation at the use of the word "baby."

"Oh good goddamnit!" Simone uttered at the action. This confused Marc, seeing as just two seconds ago, she was nearly flapjacked by a sports car. "Are you following me?" 

"Are you shitting me?" He asked as he threw two open, up-facing palms in the direction of the smoking car. "Did you miss that? Are you high or just fucking with me? That car nearly pruned you!" He exclaimed, unintentionally with more amazement than offense. Simone blinked away the red and saw the concern under the all-white mask as he continued.

"You come waltzing through my territory- at night, mind you- and expect me to not show up when something like this happens? That's literally my thing!"

"I'm sorry." She muttered, her heart sinking the more she hears him ramble. Marc starts to cool off when she apologizes, not expecting it. It almost didn't seem to fit the situation, seeing as she was nearly killed. 

There was a softness behind her eyes. She understood why he was worried and felt bad for yelling at him. This brought Marc back to the case at hand and he turned to the man who was now laid out on the concrete, taking a load off after smacking his car into Mrs. Dempsey's bakery.

"You!" He yelled out. The belligerent man lazed his head up, lulling his chin on his chest to look at the man in white. A police car rolled up as Mr. Knight marched over to the driver and a cop hopped out right away. 

"We got this, freakbeat. I bet you anything this guy smells like a bar floor." The officer said as he rushed past. Mr. Knight stopped and watched for a moment as the cop picked the man up from the ground while EMS arrived. The lights and sirens reminded him to grab Moni so she could get checked out, but upon turning back around, she was gone.

Simone was already rushing through alleyways, trying to get home. She wanted nothing to do with whatever was going on back there or the self-sabotaging urge to curl up against Marc's chest and stay there. Another minute of lingering, and she would have done just that. She knew it and she hated it. 

#marvel #mcu #marvel fanfic #mcu fanfiction #marvel mcu #fan fiction #fan fic #moon knight #moon knight fan fic #moon knight fanfic #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #spider man 2099 #spider man #miguel o'hara

[aspenmissing]

𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙸𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 (𝙿𝚝 𝟸)

"Mr Carlton?" Bill looks up as Sam, Dean and Theo approach. We'd like to ask you a few questions if you don't mind.

"We're from the Department-" Theo is cut off from Bill.

"I don't care who you're with. I've answered enough questions today"

"Your son said he saw something in that lake. What about you? Have you ever seen anything out there? Mr Carlton, Sophie's drowning, and Will's death-we think there might be a connection to you or your family”.

"My children are gone. It's...it's worse than death. Go away. Please" Sam, Dean and Theo head back to the car.

"What do you think?" Sam asks.

"Aw, I think the poor guy's been through hell. I also think he's not telling us something" Sam leans on the Impala.

"So now what?" Theo goes still.

"What is it?" The brothers said in unison.

"Huh" Theo is looking at the Carlton house "Maybe Bill's not the only one who knows something" She pulls out the picture Lucas brought her, which is of the Carlton house, she then looks at Sam and Dean.

==

"I'm sorry, but I don't think it's a good idea."

"I just need to talk to him" Theo, Sam and Dean are inside Andrea's house, talking to her "Just for a few minutes."

"He won't say anything. What good's it gonna do?"

"Andrea, we think more people might get hurt. We think something's happening out there”.

"My husband, the others, they just drowned, That's all."

"If that's what you believe, then we'll go. But if you think there's even a possibility that something else could be going on here, please let Theo talk to your son" Lucas is colouring, a toy soldier standing around him. Dean, Theo, Sam and Andrea approach the doorway. Theo enters and crouches down by Lucas.

"Hey, Lucas. You remember me?" Lucas has drawn two more pictures of a red bicycle "You know, I, uh, I wanted to thank you for that last drawing. But the thing is, I need your help again" Lucas is drawing a person in the water. Theo opens the house picture and puts it down in front of Lucas. "How did you know to draw this? Did you know something bad was gonna happen? Maybe you could nod yes or no for me" Lucas keeps colouring "You're scared. It's okay. I understand. See, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom, and I was scared, too. I didn't feel like talking, just like you. But see, my mom—I know she wanted me to be brave. I think about that every day. And I do my best to be brave. And maybe, your dad wants you to be brave too" Lucas drops his crayon and looks up at Theo, Lucas then hands her a picture of a white church, a yellow house, and a boy with a blue baseball cap and red bicycle in front of a wooden fence "Thanks, Lucas."

==

Dean, Sam and Theo are in the Impala, Sam holding the church picture.

"Andrea said the kid never drew like that till his dad died”.

"There are cases-going through a traumatic experience could make people more sensitive to premonitions, psychic tendencies."

"Whatever's out there, what if Lucas is tapping into it somehow? I mean, it's only a matter of time before somebody else drowns, so if you got a better lead, please”.

"All right, we got another house to find."

"The only problem is there are about a thousand yellow two-stories in this county alone" Sam looks at the picture.

"See this church? I bet there's less than a thousand of those around here”.

"Oh, College boy thinks he's so smart" Sam looks at Theo.

"You know, um... What you said about Mom...You never told me that before”.

"It's no big deal. Oh god, we're not gonna have to hug or anything, are we?" Theo leans back with a smile on her face.

==

Sam, Dean and Theo approach a white church shaped like the one in Lucas's picture. She holds up the picture and looks at it, comparing it to the scene in front of her; there's a yellow house next to the church and a wooden fence near the house. Sam looks at Theo and Dean. The three look up at the church and cross the street to the house.

==

"We're sorry to bother you, ma'am-" Dean, Theo and Sam are inside the house, speaking to an Old Woman "-but dies a little boy living here, by chance? He might wear a blue ball cap and has a red bicycle.

"No ma'am. Not for a very long time. Peter's been gone for thirty-five years now" There's a picture of Peter on the side table, the old woman sighs "The police never-I never had any idea what happened. He just disappeared" Sam points out to Dean and Theo several toy soldiers on a table. "Losing him-you know, it's...it's worse than dying" Dean glances at Sam and Theo.

"Did he disappear from here? I mean, from this house?"

"He was supposed to ride his bike straight home after school, and he never showed up" Dean picks a picture of the mirror. There are two boys in the picture, one Peter with a bicycle. Dean reads from the back of the picture.

"Peter Sweeney and Bill Carlton, nineteen seventy"

==

Dean, Theo, and Sam are in the Impala.

"Okay, this little boy Peter Sweeney vanishes, and this is all connected to Bill Carlton somehow."

"Yeah, Bill sure as hell seems to be hiding something, huh?" Dean says.

"And Bill, the people he loves, they're getting punished" Sam adds.

"So, what if Bill did something to Peter?"

"What if Bill killed him?" Theo says.

"Peter's spirit would be furious. It'd want revenge. It's possible"

*Time Skip*

The Impala pulls up in front of the Carlton house. Sam, Dean and Theo approach the house.

"Mr Carlton?" Sam asks as an engine roar, the three go around the house to see Bill going out on the lake in his boat.

"Hey, check it out" Sam, Dean and Theo run to the end of the dock, yelling. "Mr Carlton! You need to come back! Come out of the water! Turn the boat around!"

"Mr Carlton!" Theo shouts. They are ignored and Bill keeps going. The water rises and flips Bill's boat over, and both the boat and he vanish.

==

Lucas is sitting in a chair, rocking back and forth. Andrea is sitting next to him, holding a paper bag and a plastic container.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Sam, Dean, Theo, and Jake Devins walk into the door and Andrea looks over "Sam, Dean, Theo" Andrea stands up, putting the bag and container on her chair "I didn't expect to see you here”.

"So now you're on a first-name basis. What are you doing here?"

"I bought you dinner."

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, I don't have the time."

"I heard about Bill Carlton. Is it true? Is something going on with the lake?"

"Right now, we don't know what the truth is. But I think it might be better if you and Lucas went on home" Lucas looks up and whines, looking stricken; he jumps up and grabs Theo's arm.

"Lucas, hey, what is it? Lucas."

"Lucas"

"Lucas, it's okay. It's okay. Hey, Lucas, it's okay. It's okay" Andrea pulls Lucas away from Theo and leads him outside. Lucas doesn't look away from Theo. Jake throws his jacket and goes into his office. Sam, Dean and Theo follow.

"Okay, just so I'm clear, you see... something attacked Bill's boat, sending Bill-who is a very good swimmer, by the way-into the drink, and you never see him again?" Dean glances at his siblings.

"Yeah, that about sums it up."

"And I'm supposed to believe this, even though I'm already sonar-swept that entire lake? And what you're describing is impossible? And you're not Wildlife Service?" Theo looks surprised "That's right, I checked. Departments never heard of you three”.

"See, now, we can explain that”.

"Enough. Please. The only reason you're breathing free air is one of Bill's neighbours saw him steering out that boat just before you did. So, we have a couple of options here. I can arrest you for impersonating government officials and hold you as material witnesses to Bill Carlton's disappearance. Or we can chalk this all up to a bad day, you get into your car, you put this town in your rear-view mirror, and you don't ever darken my doorstep again”.

"Door number two sounds good," Sam says.

"That's the one I'd pick"

==

Dean, Sam, and Theo are in the Impala, waiting at a traffic light. A sign says I-43 North to Milwaukee is to the left. The light turns green, but the Impala doesn't move.

"Green," Sam says.

"What?" Theo says hand still on the steering wheel.

"Light's green" Theo and Dean share a look before she turns right.

"Uh, the interstate's the other way" Sam says, pointing in the other direction.

"We know"

"But guys, this job, I think it's over."

"I'm not sure."

"If Bill murdered Peter Sweeney and Peter's spirit got its revenge, case closed. The spirit should be a rest" Sam says.

"All right, so what if we take off and this thing isn't done? You know, what if we've missed something? What if more people get hurt?" Theo replies.

"But why would you think that?"

"Because I saw the way he looked at Theo. Lucas was scared" Dean says.

"That's what this is about?"

"I don't want to leave this town until I know the kid's okay."

"Who are you? And what have you done to our brother?" Dean glances at Theo, who gives him a small smile.

"Shut up" A while later they arrived.

"Are you sure about this? It's pretty late, man" Dean rings the doorbell. At that moment, Lucas opens the door, desperately afraid.

"Lucas? Lucas!" Lucas takes off, pulling Theo with him. Dean and Sam follow after them. Water is pouring out from under the bathroom door and down the stairs. Lucas starts pounding on the bathroom door again. Theo pulls him off to the side, as Dean kicks in the door. Lucas grabs Theo tighter, so Sam and Dean run into the bathroom and stick their arms into the tub, trying to pull Andrea out, only to be pulled back down, but Sam and Dean keep pulling until Andrea is out until eventually the force seemingly gave up as Andrea sat out of the bathtub coughing up water.

==

Theo, Sam, and Andrea sit in the living room.

"Can you tell us?" Sam asks.

"No" Andrea replies. Dean is looking through notebooks on bookshelves.

"It doesn't make any sense" Andrea starts crying "I'm going crazy" She puts her face in her hands.

"No, you're not. Tell us what happened. Everything"

"I heard...I thought I heard.... there was this voice”.

"What did it say?" Theo asks softly.

"It said...it said, 'come play with me’'" Andrea starts to cry "What's happening?" Dean pulls out a scrapbook that says ‘Jake-12 years old’ and opens it, flipping pages. He closes it again and goes to Sam, Theo, and Andrea; he puts the book down in front of Andrea and opens it to a picture of Explorer Troop 37.

"Do you recognize the kids in these pictures?"

"What? Um, um, no. I mean except that's my dad right there. He must have been about twelve in these pictures" She moves her finger over to another picture of Jake as a child; he is standing next to Peter. Dean looks at Theo and Sam.

"Chris Barr's drowning. The connection wasn't to Bill Carlton. It must have been to the sheriff”.

"Bill and the sheriff-they were both involved with Peter" Theo mutters.

"What about Chris? My dad-what are you talking about?" Theo looks sideways.

"Lucas?" Lucas is staring out the window "Lucas, what is it" Lucas opens the door and walks outside. Everyone follows.

"Lucas, honey?" Lucas stops and looks at the ground, then at Theo.

"You and Lucas get back to the house and stay there, okay?" Andrea pulls Lucas back to the house. Dean, Sam, and Theo presumably fetch shovels from the Impala, before they start digging. Sam's shovel clanks against something. They dig with their hands and pull out a red bicycle.

"Peter's bike"

"Who are you?" The three turn around; Jake is there, pointing a gun at them.

"Put the gun down, Jake" They all drop the shovels.

"How did you know that was there?"

"What happened? You and Bill killed Peter, drowned him in the lake and then buried the bike? You can't bury the truth, Jake. Nothing stays buried" Andrea sees Jake with the gun aimed at Sam, Dean and Theo. She then talks to Lucas.

"Go to your room, sweetie. Now. Lock the door and wait for me. Don't come out" Lucas runs off as Andrea goes outside.

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about”?

"You and Bill killed Peter Sweeney thirty-five years ago. That's what the hell I'm talking about" Andrea runs up.

"Dad!"

"And now you got one seriously pissed-off spirit."

"It's gonna take Andrea, Lucas, everyone you love. It's gonna drown them. And it's gonna drag their bodied God knows where, so you can feel the same pain Peter's mom felt. And then, after that, it's gonna take you, and it's not gonna stop until it does”.

"Yeah, and how do you know that?" Jake asks.

"Because that's exactly what it did to Bill Carlton," Theo says.

"Listen to yourselves, the three of you. You're insane"

"I don't give a rat's ass what you think of us. But if we're gonna bring down this spirit, we need to find the remains, salt them, and burn them into dust. Now tell me you buried Peter somewhere. Tell me you didn't just let him go in the lake" Theo says gritting her teeth at the thought.

"Dad, is any of this true?"

"No. Don't listen to them. They're liars and they're dangerous”.

"Something tried to drown me. Chris died on that lake. Dad, look at me" Jake does "Tell me you-you didn't kill anyone" Jake looks away "Oh my god”.

"Billy and I were at the lake. Peter was the smallest one. We always bullied him, but this time, it got rough. We were holding his head under the water. We didn't mean to. But we held him under too long and he drowned. We let the body go, and it sank" Dean glances at Theo and sees her look away in disgust. "Oh, Andrea, we were kids. We were so scared. It was a mistake. But, Andrea, to say that I have anything to do with these drownings, with Chris, because of some ghost? It's not rational”.

"All right, listen to me, all of you. We need to get you away from this lake, as far as we can, right now" Andrea turns her head and spots Lucas going down to the lake. She gasps.

"Lucas!" They all run-up to the dock. Lucas is leaning over the side, reaching for a toy soldier in the water.

"Lucas!" Theo shouts.

"Lucas! Baby, stay where you are!" A hand comes up and pulls Lucas into the water. The adults have reached the edge of the lake. Jake stops as Peter's head is visible; Jake recognizes him immediately. Dean, Sam, and Theo keep running to the end of the dock and dive in. Theo dived in first as she was the closest "Oh my God!" Andrea takes off her jacket ready to go into the water

"Andrea, stay there!" Sam shouts, surfacing to the top.

"No! Lucas!"

"We'll get him! Just stay on the dock" Sam dives under again. Dean comes up. A minute later so does Sam. But no Theo.

"Sam? Where's Theo" Dean says, Sam shakes his head, and the two brothers start to panic.

"Lucas, where are you?" Andrea shouts.

"Theo!" Both the brother’s shout. Jake takes off his jacket as Sam and Dean dive back down. Jake wades in. Andrea looks over.

"Peter, if you can hear me...please, Peter, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry”.

"Daddy, no!"

"Peter. Lucas, he's just a little boy. Please it's not his fault, it's mine. Please take me" Dean and Sam come up for air.

"Jake, no!" Peter surfaces.

"Just let it be over!" Jake is dragged down.

"Daddy! Daddy! No!" Dean and Sam dive down again. "No!" Sam comes up, shaking his head. Then Sam hears coughing behind him and turns around to see Dean holding Theo, and her holding Lucas.

==

Dean, Sam, and Theo walk out of the motel. Dean opens the car door and Sam tosses a duffel in.

"Look, we're not gonna save everybody”.

"I know"

"Sam, Dean, Theo" Andrea walks up with Lucas.

"Hey," Dean says,

"We're glad we caught you. We just, um, we made you lunch for the road" Lucas is carrying a tray of sandwiches "Lucas insisted on making the sandwiches himself."

"Can I give it to them now?" Theo smiles softly.

"Of course," Andrea smiles and kisses Lucas's head.

"Come on, Lucas, let's load this into the car," Theo says.

"How are you holding up?" Sam asks.

"It's just gonna take a long time to sort through everything, you know?" Sam sighs.

"Andrea, I'm sorry," Dean says. Andrea shakes her head.

"You saved my son. I can't ask for more than that. Dad loves me. He loved Lucas. No matter what he did, I just have to hold on to that" Theo puts the sandwiches in the car.

"All right, if you're gonna be talking now, this is a very important phrase, so I want you to repeat it one more time."

"Zeppelin rules!"

"That's right. Up high" Theo holds his hand up for a high-five. Lucas obliges, grinning "You take care of your mom, okay?"

"All right" Andrea kisses Dean.

"Thank you" She then goes over to Theo and hugs her tight "Thank you for saving my son" Theo nods and smiles. Dean thinks a minute, then scratches his head and goes around the car.

"Sam, Theo, move your ass. We're gonna run out of daylight before we hit the road" Dean gets in the car, followed by Sam and Theo. Theo starts the engine and the three smile at Andrea and Lucas waving goodbye as they drive away.

#older sister winchester #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fandom #oc insert

[deepend-swimmer]

to be very honest with all lovers tropes, being in love with your best friend is very much a bummer when it's unrequited

#it just is alright #like yeah i love him as my best friend yada yada but i still long for something else and i'm not gonna get that but i also can't let go #sometimes it's consuming you know? i know i should let go but it's just as wild fire it's hasn't been on my hands ever since i let out #and i was getting over it i was moving one but i guess that the reason why i'm back at feeling so much of it is bc he makes me feel safe #and i need safety right now #just like the bad dream i had somedays ago #he is my childhood best friend if there a thing that I've felt beside him was safe safe to be myself safe to be around safe to breath #and now i don't feel safe in any of those things i'm paranoid i go to walk my dog and i think every man is looking at me #i go to the groceries and i get anxious when a man is getting close bc he might touch me i don't like listening to men's voices #and i see him everywhere i go every where and it's exhausting so exhausting bc he is not here and i know that but i still see him #when a guy' approaching me on the street even if i'm inside my car and they're on a bike if they look a tiny bit like him i've to look away #and i can't hear the ocean anymore and for some reason youtube decided that a surfer's ad is the only one my account needs #and every time an ad comes i know it's going to be it and feel on the verge of anxiety of breaking down into tiny pieces that can't be glued #but henrique makes me feel like the ocean like the girl that loved the ocean and wanted to learn how to surf so bad and it's safe around men #like i was in a really bad place three days ago really bad and the only thing that brought me back was him saying absurds about spiderman #bc he is a dork and he is tall and broad and he loves spiderman and he is safe he makes me feel safe and i can't push that back not rn #so yeah childhood best friends to lovers sounds amazing but i'm not good enough to have that and that is a fucking bummer #a little bit of a rant guys lmao #i keep pouring things out on yall sorry about that #dave love confesses at midnight #deaif

[justwritedreams]

I'd fight for you | Jeno

Captain Jeno x Reader Word count: 2775 Genre: fluff, action. Author: maari Warnings: mentions of kidnapping, violence, guns and death (not the main characters). Note: i suggest to read while listening to i'd come for you by nickelback (●'◡'●) Request: hello! i love your imagines and i really love your writings. can i request between jeno or jaemin you can choose, soldier au like sehun's and chanyeol's? from those two saves the reader and her little sister? thank youu ^^

"So you're definitely back now?" Y/N smiled as saw her sister Jieun ask once more. The youngest didn't seem to believe the news.

“Yes, I came back to stay.” she replied to the youngest. "I'll keep my promise, remember?"

Although they were 10 years apart, the sisters were very close. When Y/N left the country to study in America, an opportunity she jumped at with all her might, she promised would come back to take care of her sister.

And now she was fulfilling, officially.

"I know." the sister replied, smiling. "There is another person who was happy with that."

"Oh yeah? Who?" Y/N asked interestedly while texting on her phone.

"Jeno." Jieun spoke and saw her sister stop what was doing to stare at her with a silly smile. "Mom said he kept asking dad when you were back in town."

Y/N bit her bottom lip to keep from grinning, maybe because she was talking to the guy right now or because she was also happy to be back. Or maybe both.

Jeno and Y/N had known each other since they were children, their parents were friends since high school, they were born and raised together.

Y/N had a crush on him back then, they'd kissed once in their teens and he'd never hidden that liked her. Of course, his plans went awry when she decided to move to New York, but they never stopped talking.

Y/N had even followed Jeno's early military career from a distance and had been overjoyed that he had managed to make his dream come true.

"He told me." Y/N spoke and saw her sister looking suspiciously. “After leaving the bank, we’re already heading to the coffee shop to wait for him.”

The idea was for Y/N to sort out everything she needed to get back, including problems with her account that required her to be at the bank, and then find Jeno to spend the afternoon together like they hadn't done in a long time, and Jieun had gone with her since she was on vacation.

The two were walking calmly down the street towards the building when a car screeched and stopped abruptly in front of them, not giving time for either Y/N or Jieun to react, two men jumped out and went towards them, Jieun was separated from her sister who tried to scream to let go of the youngest, but she was forcefully pushed into the car.

Y/N saw that her sister was thrown inside in the same way and before she could ask what was happening, she felt pressure on the back of her neck and lost consciousness, her eyelids getting heavier and heavier and it was hard not to give in to the darkness.

[...]

Jeno was happy, he didn't even hide his smile.

The bouquet of flowers he'd just bought in one hand and his phone in the other, he checked the time on the watch he wore and felt a pang of anxiety as realized the time was approaching.

He would meet Y/N for the first time in so long. They would make up for lost time.

He was close to the coffee shop they had arranged to meet when felt the phone vibrate in his hand, promptly answering when saw Y/N's name on the screen.

"I'm not late." he warned, laughing.

"It's a good thing you're punctual, because you'll need to be on time." an unfamiliar male voice spoke, causing Jeno to stop where he was.

He hadn't liked the tone of voice.

"Who is it?"

“No need to worry about that now. This is a kidnapping and you will do everything I say if you want to see your girlfriend and the little kid again.”

Jeno lost strength in his fingers and clenched his jaw so tightly that heard the grinding of his teeth.

"What do you want?" he asked slowly.

“500 thousand dollars in an hour.” Jeno looked at the clock once more and wanted to huff, but tried to make a plan in his head.

"Where?"

"I'll send you the location and I warn you, don’t involve the police."

"I want to talk to her, I want to make sure she's okay." Jeno asked and heard a complaint on the other end of the line.

“Jeno!” he heard Y/N's startled voice and felt his heart squeeze so much it hurt.

“Y/N, don't be afraid. I will find you both, I promise.” assured but heard her complain once more and her voice disappeared.

"If I were you, I would run." the man answered before hanging up.

Jeno grunted in anger, holding back the scream he wanted to give, grabbed the phone tightly and stuffed it in his pocket before he could throw it on the floor. He retraced his steps to the car and hurried out of there, completely forgetting about the bouquet lying on the sidewalk.

He wouldn't involve the police. He didn't need it, he had enough resources to act on his own.

Jeno drove to his base while calling his partner along the way he used to do in 10 minutes, he managed to do it in 5.

When he arrived at the base, he went straight to find Jaemin in the command room and rushed inside.

"You got it?" Jeno asked worriedly and saw Jaemin smile.

“The signal comes from the north.” Jaemin pointed at the computer screen and Jeno stared with determination. “It's in the suburbs, it's a not-so-safe area and…” Jaemin looked at Jeno, realizing that he was about to act, decided to speak: “I know that look. What will you do?"

"What do you think?" Jeno returned the question and strode out of the control room, followed by his partner.

“Jeno, you’re crazy but not suicidal.” Jaemin remembered as he walked beside him to the locker room. “The problem is not getting into that area, the problem is getting out.” the partner spoke but Jeno was more concerned with putting on his black uniform and vest. “Do you really want to go there without backup?”

“You would do the same, wouldn't you? In fact, you already did.” Jeno remembered.

“It was different.” Jaemin replied and saw Jeno snort. "I wasn't a Captain and I was on a mission."

"My current rank is irrelevant, I'm not going as a soldier." Jeno spoke as he strapped the gun to his waist.

Jaemin took a deep breath, he knew his friend was stubborn and wouldn't be able to do or say anything to stop him.

"You said Y/N's sister was also kidnapped." Jeno nodded, too busy holstering the knife at his ankle. "I've got your back."

Jeno stared at him, surprised.

"That's not what I asked of you."

"I know, but I can't let the Captain go alone." Jaemin replied seriously, in a way that only happened when there was a mission, Jeno pondered.

It wasn't an official army mission, couldn't even call in reinforcements, he barely had time for that.

He needed to act as quickly as possible and knew that no matter how skilled he was, he would need help and no one better than Jaemin. Jeno trusted him more than he trusted himself.

So he just nodded and tapped his friend on the shoulder twice.

"Thanks!" he spoke and received a smile in response.

Quickly, they headed to the parking lot towards Jeno's car after Jaemin grabbed the laptop to trace the signal.

Jeno drove visibly nervous, ran through so many red lights but that was what worried him the least.

“The phone signal is 1km from the delivery point.” Jaemin warned and Jeno looked at his watch.

“We have 10 minutes before the deadline.” he warned and Jaemin indicated where he should go.

Jeno stopped on an empty, dead-end street.

"It's that house." Jaemin pointed to the place and closed the notebook, throwing it on the floor of the car.

“We only have 8 minutes.” Jeno warned.

"Enough time."

The two got out of the car, drawing their weapons and adopting a rigid position, Jeno watched the place while Jaemin analyzed the house. All in silence.

Without needing to speak or point, Jaemin took the lead covering Jeno. They crouched down so their silhouettes wouldn't appear in front of the window and Jaemin pointed to the back door, it was clean.

Jeno strode along, gun in front of him and finger on the trigger, ready to fire if need be. The back door was open and he looked inside the house, from where he was standing he could see Jieun from afar, tied to a chair with her mouth covered with a threadbare cloth.

He moved his head so that Jaemin would go ahead and he would follow, so they did, the girl's eyes widening with tears.

Jeno motioned for her to be silent as he took the knife out of the holster with one hand, the other hand that carried the weapon was lowered, Jaemin kept close but was aware of any noise that could indicate someone approaching.

Jeno took the ropes from Jieun and hugged him tight as soon as she felt her arms free, she cried on his shoulder as he patted her back.

"Where is your sister?" He asked in a whisper and the girl moved away, he put the knife away again and dried her tears.

"They just took her to the second floor, I think they're going to hurt her. They're armed." she explained and Jeno looked at Jaemin seriously.

Jeno felt his blood boiling, adrenaline coursing through his veins.

"Take Jieun out of here and call the police." he ordered and saw his friend falter before agreeing. "How many?"

"Two." she replied, trembling.

The three heard a noise of glass breaking upstairs and Jeno stood up quickly with both hands on the gun.

"Go!" he ordered and Jaemin ran with the youngest one while Jeno went in the opposite direction.

He scanned the floor below quickly and when he realized that there was no one, he took two steps at once going up the stairs to save time.

He was just as careful in the hallway and heard a grunt.

“Stay still, pretty, I guarantee it won't hurt. Too much." he heard male laughter and approached the room.

The door was open and Jeno saw Y/N lying on an old mattress that was thrown on the floor while a man had a knife near her neck and another watched a little further back with his gun pointed.

Both on their backs without noticing his presence, then Jeno took advantage and aimed at the head of the one with the gun, he squeezed the trigger and hit the target, the noise of the falling body caught the attention of the one holding the knife and Y/N tried to scream.

"What the-" he started to speak as walked towards the door but didn't finish as Jeno got in front of him and shot in the middle of the forehead.

The body fell back and Jeno maintained the position, the hatred he felt made him want to unload all the ammunition in the bastard's face but seeing a shocked Y/N crying, turned his attention to her.

All that mattered was her.

“Y/N!” he lowered the gun and approached her, taking off the cloth that covered her mouth and a sob escaped her lips.

Jeno put the gun in his waist and took out the knife so he could cut the ropes that held her.

“Shh, okay. It's alright." she met his gaze and couldn't control a cry of relief. "You're safe, I'm here." with his free hand, Jeno pulled her by the back of her neck until she was leaning her face against his shoulder.

Y/N hugged him tight, feeling him reciprocate and caressing her hair.

"I'm here and I'm not going anywhere." he assured and heard sirens, knowing it was okay he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He had arrived on time.

[...]

After calming down enough to get up, Jeno took her outside and Y/N ran to hug her distressed sister waiting for her. The two cried and were examined by the ambulance paramedics that Jaemin had asked for, Y/N asked Jaemin to stay with her sister while she went to testify to the police alongside Jeno. The youngest was just mentally traumatized, no scratches. Unlike Y/N, she had her lip split from the slap she'd taken from one of the men when she'd protected her sister from being taken by him. Her entire body ached as she had forced it against one of the kidnappers, causing him to slam against the glass of the second floor window, she was pushed to the mattress on the floor and ended up hitting her head against the wall. That was before Jeno appeared. Paramedics suggested she go to the hospital to make sure she didn't have any concussions.

“We were on the street, going to the bank when suddenly a car stopped in front of us and two men pushed us inside, they hit me on the back of the head and I passed out.” Y/N spoke and Jeno hugged her sideways, patting her arm. “When I woke up, we were both strapped to two chairs, back to back, they forced me to unlock my phone and called the first person that came along.” Y/N looked at Jeno.

“They told me it was a kidnapping and they wanted money within an hour, they would send me the address so I could leave the amount there, but I couldn't involve the police. I knew they would kill them both so I decided to act on my own.” Jeno explained and watched the policeman write it all down, while he nodded in agreement.

"Have you seen many cases like this, Captain?" the policeman asked.

“Unfortunately yes, that's why I came with my partner.” he pointed back to where Jaemin was. “We entered the house and saw Jieun trapped, we freed her and I heard a noise, when I went up I saw that they were about to kill Y/N. Both were armed so I fired.”

Y/N shivered and lowered her head, Jeno hugged her tighter as if saying he was there to protect her.

She knew it, now she was more sure than ever, but the memory was still fresh in her memory and it made her shiver. She really thought she was going to die.

“Alright, Captain. Do you want to take on the case?”

“Yes, leave it to me.” Jeno replied and the policeman agreed, leaving shortly after.

Y/N took a deep breath and let herself be led by Jeno, he made her sit on the sidewalk.

“It would be nice if you go to the hospital, make sure you haven’t had any head injuries.” he said, worried.

She shook her head as looked down at her hands.

"I just want to go home." she spoke low and unwillingly.

She was tired and scared.

"Hey." Jeno brought his hand to Y/N's chin and lifted it so she was facing him. Her watery eyes made him caress her skin. "You were very brave."

"I had to keep my promise to take care of my sister." She smiled weakly.

Jeno felt his heart heat up like it hadn't in a long time, since Y/N was gone to be exact.

"And so do I." he admitted and Y/N looked at him confused. "When you left, I promised myself that I wouldn't waste time the day you came back, that I would be by your side." Y/N was surprised but felt the truth in his words. “I would never let anything bad happen to you. I would fight for you, I would give my life for you.”

Y/N was taken by surprise and her heart started to beat so fast that she felt it against her ribs, unable to think of another way to thank him for what he had done, she fixed her gaze on Jeno's lips and approached to let her lips gently touch his.

He moved his hand to her cheek and held it there longer, not wanting to let go of the soft touch.

When they parted, Jeno put their noses together and moved like he was giving an Eskimo kiss making Y/N smile.

He kept his hand on her cheek and stared at her deeply, a shiver running through her body.

"You know I would always come for you."

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[recklessmark]

arrested

—mark lee x reader

pairings: police officer x gangster

genre: smut

words: 2586

warnings: unprotected sex (be safe guys), public play, oral sex, face-cumming, fingering, dirty talk, humilation, gun-play, mention of blood, mark slaps you once, a rough sex ig

"we've got a possible suspect at 396 broadway st." the radio suddenly blares while mark is wandering around on the pathway.

he says into his portable two-way radio, "i'm on my way." shoving the device into his pocket, he decides to have a look since broadway st is only a couple blocks from his post.

he turns on his siren and lights, quickly speeds off to the scene. as he walks towards the house with the given address, hand on his gun holster. he can see through the window that there's some motions inside. carefully approaches the house, he kicks the door open.

“where the fuck is my money you-“

mark can see, with the the occasional street light through the window and the opened door, that the figure has long hair tied up in a ponytail. there’s also a man sitting on the floor.

the suspect turns around due to the sudden sound of the door banging against the wall. the cold air burns mark’s lungs, but that doesn't stop him from pushing through.

“hands up!”, he says while stepping towards the suspected criminal.

“hey hey calm down.”

you obediently drop the crowbar in your hand onto the floor, raising your hands up behind your head. you didn’t think that there will be any police around here. mark immediately runs up and kicks the crowbar away from you, holding you down as he puts you in handcuffs.

"hello this is officer lee, i've got the suspe- are you fucking kidding me?" he cuts off and absentmindedly clips his radio back onto his uniform.

mark realizes he knows this person when he gets to see your face clearly. y/n l/n. your eyes bring him all the way back to high school, which wasn't too long ago, but was long enough to see who got the short end of the stick. your eyes narrow when you also recognize mark, though still manage not to say anything. you two just look at each other for what feels like eternities. finally mark makes the first move.

"what are you doing here?" he strolls towards the man who is still sitting numbly with some blood on his forehead, helping him off the ground.

“this asshole took out a loan from me, that’s my money, you can’t just arrest me!”, you try to explain.

mark doesn’t say anything, once again takes out his radio to call someone else to take the man back to the office after he decides he will take you there alone with him.

you give the pathetically injured man the last warning stare before mark leads you outside the house. your start walking towards where his police car is parked, and from a distance you can see there’s already another police car pulled up. the walk is long and silent, only the sound of your footsteps fills the cold night air. you make it to mark's car, the blue and red lights still flashing. he shoves you on the car, pressing your back against the door.

"what the hell were you doing?" he asks, now sounding more like an ex-boyfriend than a cop.

"you know i never say anything twice." you roll your eyes, why should you explain what you were doing if he already knows?

"why?" he asks, yet it doesn't seem like a question.

"because that’s my fucking money!” you answer aggressively.

"that's not an excuse for terrorizing someone." mark coos.

"as if that’s your money, i worked my ass off for that shit, and he should be thankful that i came there alone." you reply, now excessively belligerent.

if it wasn’t for the handcuffs, you would poke his eyes out right away. mark is your ex-boyfriend, he’s not your dad to interrogate you. and for mark, even if you were lovers but he always dislikes the fact that you’re too stubborn to listen to anyone including your used-to-be boyfriend.

"so what now?" you annoyingly ask.

"shut your mouth." he replies, messing with his radio again, "why won't this thing work?"

"may be if you just fucking throw it on the ground, it should work then." you mumble under your breath. it’s literally night time, you really want to go home to take a good sleep, that’s the last thing you could do since you didn’t have your money back tonight.

"that wasn't a rhetorical question." mark scoffs as he quits trying to fix his obviously broken radio. "this has to be the worst situation." he thinks to himself.

you stare at mark, the street lights enhance his face features perfectly. it has been a long time since you last saw him, he was a good boyfriend when you were nothing better than a brat, and you have to ironically admit it.

"hey you look good." you say unexpectedly.

"t-thanks?" mark doesn't know whether he should take the compliment, but it gives him butterflies.

"to be honest, i would still date you." you blurt out, your voice almost flat with no emotion. you turn your head away, extremely embarrassed that you even said that, what were you thinking? you were just getting angry at him less than 5 minutes ago.

mark's mood shifts. "yeah? i wasn’t a bad boyfriend, was i? physically, mentally and..." he says, putting his hands on his hips, “...sexually.”

your cheeks flush. you didn't anticipate he would return the energy, you were just playing around.

his eyes become hungry, he checks you out up and down. something inside him awakens when he sees your flustered face. "get in the car." he demands, giving in to his thoughts.

you frown, giving him a befuddled look.

"backseat. now. or will i have to force you in?" he barks.

mark opens the door for you since your wrists are locked in hanfcuff behind your back. you climb in the back of the police car feeling so defeated, wishing that you have brought a gun tonight, you want to see whether your gun or his gun, which one is faster.

mark drives in silence until he makes a turn at the corner which is on the opposite direction of the police station.

"where are we going?" you notice he’s going somewhere. mark doesn't respond and you sigh, decide not to push it. soon the street lights disappear, only some are lefts as you turn into an alley. your are utterly confused. where are you?

he drives for a little longer before parking his car alongside the road. he comes around to the door to opens it and let you out, uncuffing you in the process.

looking up into the night sky, you try to point out constellations, trying to get your thoughts together. you suddenly feel hands tracing up from your hips to your shoulders. you fall back into mark's chest in surprise, eyes open widely.

"you like that? i knew you would." he breathes into your ear.

one of his hand make its way down your belly and into your box pants. mark cups your clothing core causing you to gasp. his hand is cold, but it feel good against your heat.

he gently pushes your panty aside, slips two of his fingers into your pussy while leaving kisses on your neck. he then urgently removes your shirt and pants, along with your underwear and bra, leaving you vulnerable and completely naked. embarrassment is running in your veins. you’re completely naked while mark his still in his uniform, making a good contrast as the street light illuminates you. he examines your body with lustful eyes, fingers playing with your cunt, and nipples.

mark unzips his pants, letting his cock through.

he doesn't have to say a word before your are on your knees. he leans up against the car and throws his head back in pleasure as you take his member into your hand, stroking it. you try to estimate how much has it grown because the last time you checked he wasn’t this big, he was still big though. he places a hand on the back of your head and pushes you further down onto his shaft. small gags and winces come from you and spit spills from your mouth, down to your chin.

“yeah suck it.”

mark missed the feeling of your mouth on his cock. your lips wrap around the officer’s dick so gracefully. you hollow your cheek, swirling your tongue around his tip. he thrusts harshly into your mouth, making sure he gets every last inch of it down your throat. "still the dirty little slut i remember." he growls when he’s about to cum.

he pulls away and you gasp for air as much as you can. he strokes his cock with his hand, directing his tip at your face.

“stick your tongue out.”

only few seconds later, thick loads of cum land on all over your face, some on your tongue, some in your mouth. you swipe them off your face with your fingers, shoving them in your mouth.

“good girl.”, he helps you to stand up and kisses you softly. mark then gestures to the car, specifically the back seat.

you bend yourself over in the backseat of the police car, ass up so he can have easy access. you turn your head to see mark undress himself. his biceps are much bigger than before due to his career of a police officer and his abs look like they were sculpted by god himself. his hair is messy and sweaty from getting worked up.

mark positions himself and lines his cock up with your pussy. he spits in his hand and smears it all over his tip.

"wait, you need a con- fuck." you hiss. now you’re sure he is so much bigger than he was, you were even always having a hard time to adjust with his size.

not letting you adjust, he eagerly bottoms out and starts moving. your struggle to stay up on your hands and knees. with every thrust of him, your vision becomes more and more blurry, your eyes tearing up from the mix of pain and pleasure. you let out lewd moans, each getting louder and louder as you approaches your orgasm, forget that you’re in public.

"damn, i missed this dirty tight pussy of you." mark groans. he puts his hands on the ceiling of the car, trying to get as deep as he could into his ex-girlfriend. with a loud breath, he gives some deep and slow strokes. you feel the urge to cum more and more with the pleasure. mark can sense this and he stops moving.

"are you gonna cum, y/n?" he leans in to ask you.

"n-no.." you say apprehensively.

"you know what happens when you lie." his voice goes deeper, his hand wraps around your throat.

"yes, mark! i'm close!" you cry out.

"you better not cum without my permission, fucking slut, always so desperate." mark scolds and chokes you harder.

he lightly rubs your back while he begins to fuck you again. your breathing is heavy, your eyes struggle to stay open, you feel like you could explode from the amount of pleasure he is giving you.

“who fucks you so good? can anyone fuck you like this?”, he yanks your head back by your ponytail.

“you mark! on-only you can fuck m-me this good!”, you babble.

his grunts fill your ears as you seemingly slip in and out of consciousness. your brain is so fuzzy that you don't even realize how close you are to reach your climax. he stops again.

"what did i say about you cumming?" mark asks.

"i'm sorry-." you explain, coming back to full consciousness

unexpectedly, you hear a click and a cold metal thing is being held to you head, which you assume to be his gun.

"if you cum without my permission, i'll blow your brain out. got it slut?" mark whispers into your ear, his other hand is wrapping around your neck. his words are bone-chilling.

you are filled with fear, you aren’t scared of the gun but it’s mark, since when he has a kink with a fucking gun, it’s quite outrageous, isn’t it?

mark traces the barrel of the gun from your ear to your chin, he flips you over onto your back. "open." he asks, calmly as you look up at him with unconscious eyes.

"open it." he repeats, agitated. you still do nothing. he puts the gun in his left hand and uses his right hand to slap you across the face, leaving the left side of your face with his handprint.

"are you gonna fucking listen now?" mark asks again, he looks like he’s really about to blow your brain out. you nod, still in shocked. your head is spinning and you can't even think.

"good. now open wide." you obey and he places the loaded gun into your mouth, shoving it as far back as he can.

mark slowly presses his dick back inside you and places his finger on the trigger. "be quiet, don't cum before me. understood?" it sounds more like a command than a question.

he begins fucking you again, causing you to gag on the barrel of the gun, but you didn't dare make a sound. tears streaming down your face as mark smiles down onto his poor slut.

before long, mark is telling you he's going to cum.

"fuck, i'm gonna cum so deep into that pretty little cunt of yours, i’m gonna fill you up." he growls.

as he approaches orgasm, he takes the gun out of your mouth and places it on your neck, using the barrel to tilt your chin up. you are terrified but turned on at the same time with the idea that your ex-boyfriend as a cop is fucking you in an dark alley where anyone can see you. however, can he completely control himself when he cums?

mark grunts and moans louder than ever and you can feel him unload into your hole. his cum is hot and feels like it's burning your walls. that’s when you give up, cumming on his cock.

he falls onto you, gun falling onto the floor of the car. his sweaty chest landing on your stomach. he springs up and tries to comfort you. "i know it was scary, but it's over now. don't worry, shhh." mark cradles you as you both sit in the backseat of the cop car. "i was never going to hurt you.", he helps you to put on your clothes.

“what the fuck are you talking about, i wasn’t that scared, not only you can blow my brain out.”, you bark as you pick up the gun, pretend like you’re going to shoot him.

he zips up your pants, there’s not even a small hint of fear, “okay, i know, ms gangster.”

you fully expected mark to put you back in handcuffs and send you off to the police station, but he drops you off near the center of town.

"hopefully we can stay in touch." mark says as you step out of the car.

you roll your eyes, "just say it if you wanna fuck me, that was fake as hell." you say as you give him a death stare

"in lieu of physically abuse someone, getting a good fuck is not that stupid, is it?" mark muses with a smirk on his face, eyes sparkling.

"fucking you was the only stupid thing, asking my money back has nothing to do with it." you say sarcastically, “and that asshole is not going anywhere, i’m going to take my money back at your very office tomorrow, see you.”

“i fucking know you want it either.”, mark rolls the car window up and drives away.

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