#I'm so excited for buck to keep growing more and more both in and outside of his job (and maybe backslide a bit with gerrard :r)

[trombonechurchill]

Okay I know it was a funny moment and Buck was being dramatic but I still wanna talk about Buck, the guy who once based his entire worth and identity around being a firefighter, who considers the crew his family and was so scared of losing them he sued the department to get his job back, being so secure in himself, his place in the firefam, and his life, that he was the one who suggested they quit.... Growth.

[hallows-evening]

Skaterbeetle fic based (kinda lol) off of this drawing!!! (Skaterpartybeetle if you squint..) Enjoy ^w^

I made this VERY late at night and while tired as heck so I'm sorry if there's any typos or things are worded weirdly, brain was not braining /silly

It's cold outside, so Pest and Infected decided to warm up in Poob's apartment while they were away shopping.... and then Pest finds an interesting discovery about Infected.

⚠️ This is a tickle fic, if that makes you uncomfortable then move on!!!! ⚠️

NSFW / PROSHIP / FETISH DNI

🍂 Ler!Pest, Lee!Infected, Ler!Poob at the very end :3

Infected yawned and stretched, snuggling closer to Pest laying behind him. They were both (or was) watching T.V. and whatever was on at the time, which happened to be some sort of cartoon about objects.

Pest was bored out of his mind, and he was getting agitated over how Infected had made them watch it and there he was, dozing off.. in his arms. His agitation lessened seeing him look so comfortable, but he needed to figure out a way to keep Infected awake since he didn't want to suffer this show alone. Their hands felt cold, and an idea popped into his head on how to warm them up.

He slowly moved his four hands to Infected's waist, stopping when he sniffled from his allergies. Pest chittered. "Psst." Infected drowsily opened his eyes, and mumbled out, "Huh? wat?" Pest smiled.

"My hands are cold, I thought you could help me warm them up?" Pest adjusted them both, shifting to half laying on Infected. "Whuh... how?" Confused, and a bit scared at their sudden friendly facade, Infected sat up slightly, head now resting on the couch armrest and looking at Pest nervously. It was never a good sign when Pest actually smiled at you, especially when it looked as mischevious as it does now.

Pest turned his head and focused on the T.V., still smiling. "Is this fine?" They moved their hands up Infected's shirt, earning a gasp from him, with a little hint of something else. A giggle, it sounded like.

"DUDE your haNDS!!! Are FREEZING!!!!!!" He shifted on the couch, not sure how to feel about the freezing cold hands laying on his stomach and sides. Other than the ice cold sensation, the soft pawpads on Pest's hands, and the blunt yet sharp claws, it tickled. Infected blushed, squirming and growing more nervous and reaaally hoping the giggles bubbling up in him would dare not escape.

Pest chuckled. "Well.. it's working. If you don't mind." He turned his head back to Infected, somewhat surprised at how flustered he looked already, but not missing the wobbly smile he was trying but failing to stop. "You okay?" They softly trailed their fingers up Infected's torso. He jolted with a soft and giggly yelp. "GEHEHT YOUR HAHANDS OHF-" Infected yelled and playfully swatted at Pest, accidentally smacking their mandibles, making Pest's head tilt down.

He growled and slowly looked back up at Infected, noticing the fear but also playful excitement in his eyes. "You asked for it." Infected moved to grab Pest's hands from up his shirt, opening his mouth to say something.. but all that came out was a shriek as Pest started tickling his belly with one set of hands, the others against his sides.

Infected bucked, making Pest decide to sit on his legs to make it where he can't accidentally kick him off the small couch. "PEHEHAHAHAAST??!????" Infected laughed, anything else he wanted to say being lost to the giggles and wheezes spilling out of him. He flailed his arms frantically since he couldn't put the energy into kicking his legs, using them to either try and stop Pest's attack on his torso, or to cover his face in embarassment. Infected couldn't remember the last time somebody actually tickled him, the closest thing to it having been from when his cat Poptart would do biscuits on him. Having his boyfriend do it to him literally? Whole other territory, exciting but scary territory.

Pest lessened the tickle attack on him, taking in his reddened cheeks from smiling so much and melting at the affection he was receiving. Infected breathed in, before falling into another bout of giggles as Pest moved his top set of arms to tracing his ears and jawline, and the lower moving down to his hips. Infected let out a squeal as they poked and scritched them, the soft fabric of his pajamas making it feel more tickly. He was so focused on trying to grab Pest's hands that he hadn't noticed that they had lifted his chin until he was forced to look straight at him. Ruby red looking into deep amethyst.

Pest stopped tickling him momentarily to plant a quick kiss on Infected's lips, finding him being shocked at it hilarious. Infected whined, smiling and covering his face.

"Hey. You. Why are you hiding your face?" Pest teased, gently grabbing Infected's arm and pulling it away from his face. "You're- YOU ARE makINg ME- SNRT-" His eyes widened at the sound he just made and the jolt he felt as his knee was squeezed. Oh that jerk.

"NOHOHOT COOL DUHUHUDE!!-" He snorted again, Pest finding amusement in it. "'Not cool dude!' Exactly why I'm doing this, I'm trying to be a warm dude." They adjusted themself, letting Infected's legs free but still squeezing and scribbling his fingers under his knees. They took note of each squeeze and the snort and giggle and laugh that it produced, surprising himself with the joy he felt making Infected laugh like this.

Pest quick squeezed one of his knees, making Infected kicked out. Pest dodged quickly, grabbing his leg. If they hadn't moved out of the way in time, he would have been socked right in the face, and Pest let out a growl at that sudden realization. "Did you just try to kick me? Did you really?"

Infected tried pulling his leg back, getting nervous at the glare he was receiving from Pest. "Reflexes!! You know! Dr. Retro has a little hammer-" His excuse was interrupted by himself barking out a laugh and bouncing at the electric sensation of Pest using a claw to scribble his socked sole. "Mhm yeah, we all know about the reflex hammer."

He tried desperately to yank his leg back but to no avail, Pest being so much more stronger than him. Infected knew he probably wouldn't last long with those claws of Pest's and the soft material of his socks, a terrifying duo he did not want to experience (although.. he wouldn't admit this, but he kinda did). His blush deepened and his heartrate got faster as Pest continued to hold down his ankle, glaring at him. "I'm sorryyy.." Infected whined.

Pest's eyes became half-lidded as he looked at him, almost with a tired expression. "Yeah. Uh huh. Sure. I'm sure you're very sorry." They quickly grabbed Infected's other ankle before he could stop them, holding both down with his top set of arms. Infected sat up fully, about to try and grab Pest but at that moment they struck his feet with soft scribbles and pokes, taking advantage of the fabric between their fingers and Infected's foot. He scream-laughed, loud enough that Pest was a bit scared one of the neighboring residents were going to come check in on them.

Infected slammed back down on the couch and tilted his head back, cackling hysterically and flopping everywhere where he could. It felt like being electrocuted, the sensations making his brain melt to where he couldn't think a single coherent thought. He wrapped his arms around his torso, not sure what to do with them anymore as he laughed his heart out. In his flailing, he ended up knocking the pillows under him off the couch, making Pest scoff. "Poob's gonna get upset seeing their pillows scattered everywhere right after they just cleaned." Infected let out a snort at that, and Pest looked up and towards his face, heart melting at how happy and at ease he looked (other than the violent flailing that was happening at the same time.) His goofy smile and joyful expression, his fluffy hair turning into a mess as he shook his head, they found it adorable.

They were surprised at how sensitive Infected was, finding it interesting all the little spots that made him tic. It reminded him of Poob, in a way, with how you could barely touch them and they'd be a giggly mess just at the teasing and anticipation alone. Pest was so into his thoughts that when he heard Infected's laugh getting wheezy in a worrying way, he snapped out of it and and they stopped their onslaught on his feet, letting his ankles free.

Infected instantly gasped for air, giggling hysterically and quickly pulling his legs up to his chest. He sniffled and wiped the tears off his cheeks, feeling lightweight and dizzy. Pest slithered up to him and wrapped his arms around him, resting their head on his shoulder, their hair tickling his neck and making Infected let out breathy hiccups.

After around 10 minutes of just laying together in an embrace, they both stilled at the sound of the door unlocking, opening, then closing, and they both nervously turned to look in the doorway. Poob stood there, holding a few bags of groceries and hair ruffled with a few bits of snowflakes on their jacket. "Seriously? On the couch?" They laughed, setting the groceries down on the breakfast table. Both Infected and Pest blushed, Infected scrambling and falling off the couch ungracefully and making Pest laugh.

"Pest was tickling mEeeEe!!! Under the guise of WARMING HIS HANDS." He said dramatically, leaning against the couch and wiping his face, not even trying to stop the smile that formed on his face at the realization of what happened settled in. He felt like his heart would burst if he even dared to look at Pest.

Poob smirked and leaned on the doorway threshold. "Oh, was he?" they said smugly, moving towards Infected and wiggling their fingers. He yelped, scooting away from Poob's fast approaching figure but accidentally falling right into Pest's arms. He trapped him, grinning as Infected struggled and Poob closed in on him. "Poob has been out in the freezing cold, you should also let them warm up." He teased, making Infected blush and stammer, his voice getting high pitched. "t-thErE'S NO WAY THAT actUALLy WORKED????"

"Pest's right, I'm freezing. I gotta see this for myself!" Laughing and playful yelling ensued.

[majestyeverlasting]

Look Up to the Sky

(a Dad!Bucky Headcanon)

Pairing: Dad!Bucky x Mom!Reader

Children: Jamie (James Jr.) and Eden, ages 7 and 6

Summary: Child-like wonder and raindrops against skin. Contains lots of fluff.

A/N: Please accept this humble offering as I continue working on requests :') It's an addition to my "Mini Summertime Series." (And inspired by the fact that it’s raining where I am)

There’s nothing like the sound of rain on a summer afternoon. Especially on the weekend. The four of you had had a late and relaxed start to the morning. By the time the droplets began pattering onto the roof, everyone was gathered in the living room. You and Bucky were cuddling on the couch and the kids were sprawled on the floor coloring in their sketchbooks...

Eden eventually jumps up to show you two what she'd been working on. On the page is a rainbow—a rather good one.

"Look, I finished!" She beams.

You're smiling right back at her. "That's so pretty, E. Don't forget to sign your name on it."

"Oh, yeah!" She quickly returns to the floor, and writes her name on the bottom corner in pink crayon. "Okay, now I'm finished." Upon standing back up, she looks at her father for his response.

Bucky nods in approval. "Nice, sunshine. You got all your talent from me," he jokes.

"And mommy," Eden defends with a giggle. "Wouldn't it be kinda cool if we saw an actual rainbow?" She asks afterwards.

"It would be cool," you agree. "We might be able to see one today, if we're lucky."

Jamie perks up. "We should go outside to look for one."

The suggestion isn't an obscure one. But you're aren't exactly leaping at the prospect of letting them venture out into the rain. They'd done so countless times before. But the last few outings resulted in them growing a bit too adventurous (extremely muddy, in other words). Perhaps it would've been easier to give an 'okay' if minimal clean-up was ensured.

Eden is agreeing with her brother before you and Bucky have the chance to pitch in. "Yeah, we should! It''ll be so much fun." Now they're both standing, sketchbooks tossed to the ground, and clapping their hands together in hope.

Bucky lets out a puff of air. "Well—"

"Pretty please?" She's giving him puppy dog eyes.

"Yeah, please?" Now Jamie's doing the same thing.

"I don't know, guys..." you start. "Maybe we'll be able to see one if we look out the windows. Then you won't have to go out and get all wet."

"But, Mommy," Jamie says. "It'll be ten times better if we're outside. We'll be fine if we put on our raincoats and stuff. Please?"

You and Bucky look at each other. "Okay, fine," you finally say. "But you're not staying out for too long."

"And no stepping into the mud purpose," Bucky adds. "That's not what the cool kids do."

They laugh at his attempt to discourage such actions. In their minds, going into the mud was exactly what the cool kids did. But they were willing to give up being cool kids for a day if it meant keeping the two of you sane.

After they're suited up in their coats and boots, Bucky opens the front door for them. Without looking back, they ran to the end of the driveway to splash where rainwater had settled. They seem to have forgotten about looking for a rainbow. You wrap an arm around Bucky's waist as you watch them from the doorway. Their excited laughter rang out into the air.

"We're not pushovers, are we?" You murmur, half joking.

Bucky drapes an arm over your shoulders. "Nah. They're safe and happy so it's all good. Let 'em be kids."

You sigh. "Yeah." The two of you then step out on the front porch to watch, shielded from the rain. The light-gray clouds appear to be glowing from the sunrays trying to pierce through.

You begin searching the sky for a rainbow yourself. And sure enough, there is one. It's not bold. It's no more than a short, faint strip of colors. But it's there nonetheless. You poke Bucky's side.

"Look, Buck," you prompt, pointing to it.

He chuckles. "Well, would you look at that?"

Jamie ends up spotting it himself as he and Eden are kicking through the water along the curb.

"Eden, look up to the sky!" He exclaims. "There's actually a rainbow! Do you see it?"

As soon as she looks up, she starts jumping up and down. You and Bucky laugh when they turn in your direction and start frantically pointing to the sky.

"Guys, c'mere!" Eden begs.

"We can see it from here, baby," you call out to her.

But, nevertheless, Bucky takes your hand and begins pulling you down off the porch. Neither of you are wearing a coat, but you can't bring yourselves to mind. The droplets wet your hair, skin, and clothes as he leads you to where the kids are. You're both laughing like children.

The kids are elated that you've come to join them.

"Look, guys. Watch this," Jamie urges. He then tilts his head back and sticks his tongue out to catch the rain. "Try it."

Eden is the first to begin copying him. Then Bucky starts doing it, and there's no stopping the love and the warmth that overflows within your heart.

His hair is stuck to his forehead, yet he looks as handsome as ever. A smirk comes to his face when his beautiful eyes meet yours again. Even his eyelashes are stuck together from being wet.

"Your turn, doll. You gotta have a go at it too."

So you do. Tilting your head back to catch the droplets on your tongue. It feels so childish but undeniably good.

Before you know it, he's cupping your face and pressing his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. You can feel him smiling. The kids are giggling. It's even possible that the neighbors are watching.

But there the four of you were; out in the rain with a rainbow in the sky above.

The most perfect summer afternoon.

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Thank you so much for reading! I hope you find rainbows in the sky whenever there's one to be found. Masterlist

[tothemeadow]

I'm the pregnancy anon. I meant like while she was pregnant. Not necessarily the before, like she would already be nice and plump. That's why I considered it a hard ask. If it too much no worries. And I hope you feel better babe. ♥

yaaaay requests r open!! i adore your writing so so much !! maaam i have been missing your tanjirou content and would love breeding kink tanjiro but with a more subby tanjirou? not to say the other one wasnt good (it was FANTASTIC and i re read it all the time .///.) i would just really like to see ur take on subby tanjirou getting overwhelmed by the idea of his wife bearing his child 🥺🥺

Since these two requests are similar, I’ve decided to pair them together!

‘lucent’ / Kamado T. x Reader

warnings: NSFW, pregnant sex

words: 1,426

(a/n): Tanjiro is 18+ in this!

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Sweet, sweet, sweet, such soft, supple skin…

You’re just so big, brilliantly so, and it’s all Tanjiro’s doing. His face flushes with the mere thought and a smile grows on his face. You’re going to have twins, aren’t you? That’s why your belly is so ripe, skin swollen and glistening.

Feet propped on his lap, you hum in contentment, your eyes scanning over the printed text of your book. It’s some raggedy old thing, leather bound with yellowing pages, but to you, it’s a treasure. Urokodaki was kind enough to give it to you, and Tanjiro can still envision the expression that played on your face when the older man gifted it to you. Tanjiro absentmindedly massages your feet, his eyes lingering on your tummy.

Gods, you’re breathtaking.

If he could stay in this moment forever, he would. Tanjiro’s so helplessly in love with you, nearly obsessed with all the finer details. You’re his, and he’s yours in return. Even better, there’s a tiny human growing inside of you, a symbol of the love the two of you share. And to think, soon you’ll be cradling that little bundle of joy, singing soft tunes and looking utterly ethereal.

“Tanjiro?” you ask, voice gentle. Glancing up, Tanjiro notices your eyes are on him rather than your book. “Is everything alright?”

“Things couldn’t better,” he responds, his blush darkening. Reaching for your hand, he snatches it in his hold and brings it to his lips, placing a kiss to the backs of your knuckles. “I’m just excited for the future is going to bring,” he says, placing both of your hands on your belly.

“I am too.” You beam at him and close your book. “You’ll be a wonderful father, Tanjiro. I couldn’t ask for any else to do a better job.” 

Tanjiro’s heart flutters at the word “father.” It still feels like a dream, one that he could only hope to grasp, yet here it is, the very proof sitting underneath his hand. Subconsciously, he begins to rub his hand back and forth, warmth blooming is his chest and spreading across his entire being. This is what pure joy feels like. Tanjiro must be the luckiest man on Earth to have you as his wife, and now that you’re pregnant…

“I can’t wait to have a family with you,” he confesses. “Imagining all these little children crowding around you makes me excited.”

“I think that just means you want to take me to bed every night,” you tease.

Tanjiro bites back a smile. It’s not you’re wrong, not in the very least, but you don’t have to outright expose him like that. “I’m not arguing against that,” he murmurs.

“Ever the charmer,” you tell him. Placing a hand at his nape, you softly scratch his scalp. “That’s what you want, huh? To pump me full of kids until I can’t walk anymore?” At that, Tanjiro gulps, the pleasant warmth in his body shooting southwards. “You know what? If you play your cards right, I just might let you,” you purr, leaning forward.

Slanting your mouth over his, you kiss him slowly, deeply. Tanjiro’s hands shake lightly as you run your fingers through his hair, scraping his scalp. Your touch is too enticing, the flick of your tongue over his bottom lip nearly sending his eyes rolling towards the back of his head. Oh gods, you taste so sweet, and the flowery scent sticking to your glowing skin sets Tanjiro’s heart ablaze. But wait – no, that’s not it. He can smell the dampness collecting between your thighs. If he wasn’t already half hard before, this surely does the trick.

“Tanjiro,” you purr, tugging him closer. “Be a good boy and fuck me, won’t you?”

He can’t deny you when you’re like this. Your voice drips with honey, the saccharine sweetness making him dizzy. Oh, but the thought of him leaning over your swollen body and fucking you slowly nearly hurts.

“I… I might lose control,” Tanjiro admits, his eyelashes fluttering.

“I’m not made of glass, Tanjiro,” you say, caressing his cheek. “I’ve noticed you staring at me more so than usual. Honey, do you have a thing for pregnant women?”

“Only if it’s you involved,” he says, voice dry.

Leaning back, you pull him with you. Now flat on your back, your hands roam his body, tracing the hard lines of muscle through his yukata and gripping his ass. Tanjiro sighs as he kisses you, a large, rough hand kneading your thigh.

“Ah-ah-ah,” you breathe, pulling away from the kiss. “I don’t think I gave you permission to touch me like this.”

“Please, baby,” Tanjiro nearly whines, his tone borderline desperate. “You’re just so sweet and soft and fuck I want to make you feel good.”

“You always babble when things get to be too much…” A hint of a smile plays on your features. “You wanna fuck me, right? Stuff me with that fat cock until I’m crying out your name?”

Tanjiro’s cock twitches at your filthy words. Of course he wants to fuck you silly, to have you cream around his cock. You’d look so beautiful coming undone, swollen body covered in sweat and cum-

“Ah, shit,” Tanjiro gasps as you grasp his cock. “When did you-“

“You think too much,” you tease, slipping your hand over his exposed chest. Your hands are surely deft, having undone his yukata without him even noticing. Oh, but your touch is magical, brushing over his abs, the swell of his pectorals. His breath hitches as you pinch a hardened nipple; licking your lips, you guide his hands to your own yukata. Tanjiro wastes not another moment, tugging your yukata open and nearly drooling over the sight of your smooth flesh.

Somehow, exposed like this, you look even bigger. He’s the one who got you all pretty and large like this, and he’d be lying if his heart didn’t pick up its pace at the thought. You’re having his baby, you’re having his baby, holy shit-

“Can I fuck you?” Tanjiro nearly pants. “Please? You’re so gorgeous, all swollen like this; I really, really want to fuck you,” he babbles. “Please, baby, please.”

Dropping his hips, he grinds his cock against your sopping pussy, a breathy moan slipping from his throat. Fuck he needs this so, so bad. Don’t tease him, please, he needs to fuck you until you’re feeling as dizzy as he is-

“Show me what you got, honey,” you purr, bringing his head to rest on your shoulder.

A throaty grunt fills your ear as Tanjiro pushes in, your velvety walls clamping down around his cock and sucking him in greedily. He doesn’t know how, but you feel even tighter than before. The smell of your slick has him panting wildly, your warmth and silky skin beckoning him to fuck you. Mouthing at your neck, he sets a steady pace, cock driving in deep. You have to become as desperate as he feels, beg him for another child, for a whole fucking family. He’ll answer to your every beck and call if it means you’ll humor him, shower him with love in and outside of the bedroom.

“Baby,” he murmurs, a pleading lilt to his tone, “you’re gonna make me cum so hard. Mmph – yeah, move your hips just like that. Keep squeezing…”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” you murmur, clenching even harder around his thick cock.

Tanjiro whimpers, his hair tickling your cheek and neck as he nods his head. “Please let me cum,” he says, thrusts quickening, becoming more desperate. Dropping his head, he mouths at your swollen breasts, tongue flicking over a nipple. A hand slips between your legs, fingers expertly locating your clit and rubbing furiously at it, eager to have you cum alongside him.

“Please,” Tanjiro cries, “lemme cum, lemme cum, cream around my cock, baby, ohhh-“

Choking on a gasp, his movements turn frantic as he bucks into you. Before long, his orgasm rips through his body, leaving him moaning your name as his cum fills you to the brim. Still, his fingers continue on; you are going to cum, whether you want to it or not. Your nails sink into the meat of his shoulders as you convulse around him, a breathless noise erupting from your chest as you arch into him.

“Tanjiro…”

“I got you, baby,” Tanjiro coos, hands trembling lightly as he clutches your face. With a small smile, he kisses you, the flush on his cheeks unbearably warm. “I’ll be here, always. I’m not going anywhere.”

[jean-kayak]

Anon Request: As someone tired of Y/N’s being spineless cowards around fangirls that disrespect her and cause her issues cuz they love her bf, let’s have Atsumu, Terushima, Oikawa, and Sakusa react to their usually gentle black!gf clocking these bitches with no hesitation. She’s nice and tried to avoid them, but they wanted to intimidate her and they were greeted with a fist to the face with the force of a pro-boxer.

Fangirl: Stay away from him! He belongs to us!

Y/N: 🙂 *cocks back and punches her before looking at other fangirls* Anyone else? No? Good, I’m getting my back blown out after this anyways *goes to her bf*

A/N: lmfao, anon, thank you for giving me a good laugh with this one

Characters: timeskip!Miya Atsumu, Terushima Yuuji, Oikawa Tooru, Sakusa Kiyoomi

🏐This was one of his games that you could finally go to, your schedule finally being cleared up

🏐It definitely wasn't the same watching your boyfriend play on TV, once again amazed at your boyfriend's talent

🏐He had scored the game winning point, his teammates and the crowd growing wild

🏐You hadn't told him you were coming, wanting to surprise him, so you waited outside of the stands, but you could see the many reporters lined up to interview him

🏐When he was done, you couldn't help but bounce on the balls of your feet, ready to see his reaction

🏐He doesn't notice you at first, so you call his name, and he looks around, his eyes widening when he spots you, and he's running over to you quickly, giving you a huge, sweaty hug

🏐"What're ya doing here?" he asks in disbelief, and you respond that you finally had free time from work

🏐He gives you another hug despite your protests before peppering your face in kisses, and your giggles stop along with his kisses when someone calls his name

🏐You both look and see a group of women all with his jersey number on them, and you instantly recognize them as the fangirls that you've noticed always hanging around whenever he did interviews

🏐He keeps his arm around your waist, and he steps a little closer to them. "Can I help ya?"

🏐You don't miss the way they eye you, and you raise an eyebrow at them

🏐"Is she your sister?"

🏐You laugh beside yourself at the petty question, not even being the least bothered by it, and Atsumu denies it, telling them that you're his girlfriend

🏐They all seemed more than shocked. "Oh," one of them starts. "I just expected her to be different?"

🏐Now you're pissed. Atsumu starts to defend you but you cut him off. "No, no, it's alright. They clearly have something to say," you start, stepping forward. "So, if you do. Say it."

🏐They all look between each other as you raise your eyebrows. "Atsumu there's no way you'd go for someone like her--"

🏐You deck her in the face, rolling your eyes when he falls onto the floor like a dramatic bitch

🏐"Oh, no, it looks like my hand slipped," you reply sarcastically as Atsumu's eyes widen, never seeing you or expecting you to do this

🏐You start walking away, stepping over the girl rolling on the ground holding her nose before turning to Atsumu. "Babe, you gotta get changed, right? Let's go."

🏐He jumps out of the shock he was in, glancing down at the girl on the ground, who's now being helped up by her friends before he runs after you

✂️"I know, I'm sorry. I'll remember next time," and you roll your eyes at the phrase that he says every time he forgets

✂️You were visiting your boyfriend at work because he had an annoying habit of forgetting his lunch

✂️You walk into the salon, seeing Terushima immediately, and his eyes widen in surprise before turning into a guilty smirk when you hold up the food

✂️"What did I tell you?" you scold when you walk up to him, and he kisses your forehead as he takes the food from you

✂️He thanks you again before giving you a soft kiss on the lips, and you're walking towards the door when you hear it

✂️"You know, Yuuji, you're pretty cute. Did I ever tell you that?"

✂️You stop in your tracks, spinning around on your heels to see his client blatantly flirting with him when you know she saw you interacting with him

✂️He responds with an awkward chuckle as he rubs the back of his neck, stating that he's taken, glancing your way

✂️"Oh, I didn't notice," she replies, and you watch her with a deadpanned look

✂️You walk up beside him, tiltling your head to the side

✂️"You need something?"

✂️She doesn't even seemed phased, giving you a simple shrug that makes you narrow your eyes at her

✂️This was sort of a regular occurrence, but no one's been this bold before, and you always caught the stares from other women, because duh your boyfriend's hot

✂️"This your girlfriend?" she asks, distain in her voice. "She seems like a bitch."

✂️"Excuse me?"

✂️"Aww, don't be like that. Most guys lower their standards, you know?" You cut her off, your fist connecting with her face before Terushima can even blink

✂️She actually tries to fight you back, but she obviously loses, getting to the point where her only goal is getting you off of her

✂️Terushima's thinking that's my girl, but then he's like oh shit, I have to stop this LMFAO

✂️He's quickly pulls you off of her, having a surprisingly hard time doing so

✂️"You chose the wrong one, bitch. Show your face here again and see what happens." She's quick to leave, and when you finally calm down, you realized that you just beat up someone in public, and Terushima almost loses his job 💀

🇦🇷You both stop when you hear someone call his name, both of you turning your attention towards the voice

🇦🇷You were walking out the gym hand-in-hand with your boyfriend going somewhere to celebrate after another win

🇦🇷When you walk out of the gym, the crowd has pretty much disappear due to Oikawa having a ton of interviews

🇦🇷He wraps his arm around you as you both laugh at an inside joke that you both had before he plants a kiss to your forehead

🇦🇷There's a small group of women with flags and wearing your boyfriend's jersey and he gives them a polite smile

🇦🇷This is nothing new for either of you, both of you already knowing what they want

🇦🇷He asks if they want a picture, already knowing the answer, and you easily take the pictures, this routine like clockwork to you

🇦🇷They giggle happily as you hand the phone back to one of them, and they all thank him before one of them speaks up

🇦🇷"Uh, this might sound weird, but are you seeing anyone?" You blink dumbly at her, like they didn't just see the two of you together

🇦🇷Oikawa has the same look on his face as he walks back to you, wrapping an arm around your waist before kissing your temple as he gives them a duh look, silently answering her question

🇦🇷"Are you sure?" another asks, and both you and Oikawa frown at the same time, as you feel yourself scoff

🇦🇷"More than anything in the world," he responds confidently

🇦🇷This isn't the first time fangirls have tried to come between your relationship, and he'll be damned if he lets it happen again

🇦🇷They all give each other questionable looks as you roll your eyes

🇦🇷"Is there a problem?" The tone in your voice surprises him, this being the first time he's heard aggression towards someone

🇦🇷"No, of course not," one answers sarcastically before reaching over and tugging your boyfriend over to them, the force so hard that he almost falls over. "We just think he would look better, happier with one of us."

🇦🇷You chuckle as you shake your head, and you reach over to take your hand off of your boyfriend, but she grabs at your wrist

🇦🇷Your reflexes are quick to kick in, and you yank both yours and Oikawa's wrist out of her grip before punching her in the face, probably harder than you needed to, but you were fucking pissed

🇦🇷Another girl tries to lunge for you, but you buck at her, making her quickly recoil. "You trynna get hit too?"

🇦🇷Oikawa's more than surprised, but he quickly puts his hand in yours before pulling you away from them with a proud smirk on his face

😷He sighs heavily as he turns to see a couple of women walking towards the both of you, his shoulders slumping slightly

😷Sakusa's never been a big fan of groups of people coming up to him after games, his number one priority getting home and relaxing after his game

😷You understand this pretty well, always helping him make his way out of the gym trying to find the route with the lowest chance of coming in contact with a lot of people

😷You had just made it out the doors, and Sakusa's about to take a breath of relief when he hears someone yelling his name

😷He's not really used to having "fangirls" a term that you use, and bottom line, he doesn't like it

😷They always crowd him, always trying to pry into his personal life, which is why he was so drawn to you when you first met

😷You were the complete opposite, more on the gentle, quieter side which he appreciated, liking that he could come home to you after a lot of excitement and just relax

😷"I'm sorry, but Sakusa doesn't really do pictures," you speak up, another reason why he really appreciates you, showing you by giving your hand a soft squeeze

😷But to his dismay, they don't back down, they actually turn pretty hostile pretty quickly

😷"Oh, relax, it's just one picture," she argues, and you give her a small smile

😷"I know, but seriously, he doesn't really care for them," you try again, and they both scoff

😷"What are you? His babysitter?" You raise your eyebrows at them as you turn your body towards them

😷"I'm his girlfriend. And I'm telling you that he doesn't want a picture."

😷"Well, you seem like a piece of shit girlfriend." You run your tongue over your teeth as you nod your head, and she actually has the audacity to try and reach for you

😷Before Sakusa can stop her, you dodge her hand before clocking her in the face, she hunches over in pain

😷The other girl tries to do the same, but you repeat your actions, putting her in the same position as her friend

😷"You got some audacity you dumb bitch, the fuck?"

😷To say the least, Sakusa is floored, your actions he least expected to come from you

😷"Hope you enjoy your broken nose. I'm gonna enjoy my boyfriend fucking his piece of shit girlfriend into next week."

😷Sakusa chokes as you pull him away, his face heating up at your words

😷"Did you really have to end with that?"

[fitzs-trained-monkey]

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Red Roses, Red Roses

Rated: 16+ For graphic descriptions of violence and gore, brief mentions of rape, mentions of torture, mentions of abuse, and disturbing images.

Masterlist

~All the pretty girls, they find

A way to keep you on my mind

I swear I heard you singing along

Cities pass like candy stores

And you're the one

I'm looking for

And so

I'm just a boy

Who's telling a girl

That when I grow up I'll buy you a rose

When I grow up, I'll buy you a rose~

"Okay, but what is the proper plural form of Nephilim?" I asked from the back seat of the Impala as it drove through the winding roads from the bunker and into town. "See, 'cause ' Nephilims ' sounds weird. So, is it ' Nephili ' like ' octopi ', or could it be ' Nephilice ' like ' mice '? I need to know this, guys."

The car was silent. Sam, Cas, and Jack were all thinking over the answer to my question and Dean was just rolling his eyes in the mirror.

"Maybe-" Sam started slowly "-Maybe it's just 'Nephilim'. You know, like ' moose '?"

"Yeah, that kinda sounds right, I guess." I nodded. Dean laughed and shook his head, glancing at me in the mirror. "What?"

"Oh, nothin'." He waved a hand. "I just don't get ya' is all."

"Yeah, neither do I." I shrugged and Jack must have found something funny because he snickered. "But what is it that you don't get?"

Dean shrugged. "I mean, I know you get rattled; Felix scares you and I get that. But you just take  everything else  in stride! How do you do that? I just- I don't get it."

"I told you this, Dean. I'm good at hiding my reactions to things and if I can't hide them then I use them to gain sympathy from others." I glanced at Jack, catching his eye. "At least, that's what I do until I can really trust somebody."

Jack smiled a little and tugged me closer into his side. He had been acting sorta weird since we'd all piled into the Impala for the drive into town. Jack had wrapped his arm around my waist and held me tight against him, almost as if he was keeping me away from the trench-coated angel on my other side. He kept shooting Cas these weird glances and I couldn't help but wonder what they could be about. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought that Jack was being possessive.

Not that I was complaining about our close proximity or anything! Jack was really warm and winter in Kansas was, shall we say, not. Who was I to turn down free cuddles? Although those cuddles did kinda make me want to sink my teeth into him. He smelled so sweet and his skin looked so frustratingly soft. Maybe one of these nights I could sneak into his room and get a taste. That could make things better, I mean, half the torture of being around him was the curiosity of not knowing.

"And we're here!"

Sam's voice knocked me out of that potentially devastating train of thought and I followed Jack out of the car. Okay, ' followed ' is the wrong word. Jack pretty much just pulled me out of the car with him. He didn't let go of me. Weird.

The town of Lebanon, Kansas reminded me quite a bit of Copper Harbor. The main difference was that Lebanon was bigger... A lot bigger. The buildings were small and friendly, made of red brick and wooden doors and windows with glass that bulged out at the bottom. The streetlamps were iron and curled over the street as they should and there were planter boxes underneath display windows. The whole town just breathed in a way that said ' stay awhile '.

"It's Christmas time," I noted aloud, "I almost forgot."

There were colorful lights wrapped around poles and wreaths hung on doors with bells that jingled when they opened. There were even speakers placed outside that filled the air with all sorts of holiday music and I felt a smile split across my face as I started to sing along.

"Oh, no. Don't tell me you sing too," Dean chuckled as he held open the door of a discount clothing store. I was about to say something witty as a response but Jack beat me to the chance.

"She does! She sang to me last night," He said, smiling down at me. Dean raised an eyebrow, glancing at the acute lack of space between us. Jack noticed and let go of my waist.

"Oh yeah? And how was that?" Dean asked, smirking.

Jack's brow's furrowed and his head tilted as he eyed me like he was trying to remember something.

"It was..."

' Please don't say anything that'll get me dead! ' I pleaded silently.

"It was  magical ."

Sam, Dean, and Cas all shared a strange look, but before anything more could be said, the shopkeeper waltzed in from the back room.

Her silver hair was cut short and straight with the ends tucked around her chin. She was a short, thin woman probably in her late forties or early fifties with a not-a-hair-out-of-place sort of attitude. I would bet twenty bucks that her name was Christie spelled with a 'Ch' that she would be sure to remind us of. Click-clacking her way over to us in a pair of atrociously hot pink six-inch heels, the woman regarded us over the tops of her thick, rectangular glasses which hung on a chain around her neck. She flicked her eyes over each person individually in a way that reeked of silent judgment and when her eyes landed on me I was tempted to flip her off. When she was satisfied that she knew everything there was to know about us, the woman fixed a painfully fake smile onto her face and greeted us, speaking slowly like we were uneducated simpletons.

"Well, hi there all! My name's Christie with a 'Ch', you know, like in 'Christmas'? What are your names?"

Called it.

"Hey, Christie. I'm Dean, this is my brother Sam, standing really creepily behind me is Cas, and this one here is his son Jack." Dean pointed as he introduced everyone, sounding annoyed as if this was his tenth time meeting Christie which it probably was. "We're lookin' to get Marty here some warm clothes. Got anything, ah, petite?"

I shot Dean a pointed look to which he just smirked. It wasn't my fault he and his brother were so freakishly tall. In front of us, Christie ignored his request to do business and kept on chatting.

"Sam and Dean Winchester? I remember you, boys. Why didn't you tell me one of you had a daughter as pretty as this little vision? Is she yours, Sam? She looks a bit like you," She cooed, stroking my hair as if that was a socially acceptable thing to do. I almost bit her hand off but smiled instead. Her question caught Sam off guard.

"No, no. Marty's not my daughter," He chuckled nervously, shaking his head.

"Oh! My mistake. Is she yours, Dean?"

"What? No! O'corse not!"

I nearly smacked my face with my palm. Were these guys  trying  to look like kidnappers? Considering their age and the way I was dressed, oh yeah, this totally looked like a kidnapping.

Christie frowned and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to her side. Jack reached for me but Christie pulled me further away, glaring at him.

"Oh, dear me. I shouldn't be calling the police on you boys now, should I?"

Sam and Dean glanced at each other, trying to come up with some sort of excuse and Christie was already pulling out her phone. A very Isaac-like idea popped into my brain. I rolled my eyes and huffed, pushing away from Christie.

"Ugh! Why do you guys have to be so weird about it? I mean, if you have to dress like child abductors then you could at least  try  not to act like it!" I turned to Christie, shaking my head. "Yeah, sorry about them, ma'am. It's a really long and scandalous story and you probably don't wanna hear the details, but I'm not being kidnapped, I promise."

Christie perked up at the mention of scandal, she was probably just itching for some juicy gossip to spread around at one of her knitting meetings.

"Well, I should probably hear the whole story just to make sure," She said, almost buzzing with excitement.

"Are you sure?" I baited, "It's pretty bad!"

"Oh, you can tell me, hon! I won't tell anybody."

Liar, liar, pants on fire!

"Alright, so long story short, my mom is Cas's aunt and she's a slut who cheated on my dad, who's a straight-up loser. So, he only found out that I'm not his just last week and filed for divorce within two days because he finally has an excuse to get rid of me now. Except, surprise-surprise, my mom never wanted me either because I'm a useless mistake and so they both threw me to child support which Cas here saved me from because he's a decent human being!" I finished my rant of bull crap and inhaled deeply. Christie had bought every word.

"Aw, you poor baby! You get a discount, sweetheart, and if one of your parents ever comes in here I'm gonna wring their neck!" She continued babbling as she led us through the store while Sam, Dean, Cas, and Jack all stared at me like I had eight heads. I smirked at them and shrugged a little.

Five hours and six oversized bags of clothes later and we were out of that store. We crossed the street and collapsed on some benches outside a diner, remaining silent for a while.

"That was worse than Hell!" Dean complained, tugging his boots off and rubbing his sore feet. "If I had to hear that woman talk for one more minute, I might have slit her throat!"

The rest of us made noises of agreement. Well, all except Jack who just shrugged.

"I thought she was nice," He said, though he too looked worn out.

"That wasn't nice, Jack. That was prying," Cas corrected him.

"Yeah," I agreed, "I wasn't sure how much more crap I could spout about your aunt, Cas!"

"Yeah, um, speaking of," Sam cut in, "You had that whole thing pretty handled, Marty. Where'd all that stuff come from anyway?"

"I've been on my own since I was nine, Sam," I lied, lowering my head and picking at my jeans.

"I get that, but-"

" Since I was  nine ,  Sam ." I glanced up to see Sam's mouth form into an 'O' of understanding. I looked away again, quieting my voice. "I know how to make up excuses that people won't question."

"Ah."

"You are  quite  the liar, Martina," Cas spoke up with a tilt of his head. The way his words curled in on one another made it impossible for me to tell whether his statement was one of praise, suspicion, or both. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Jack eyeing Cas, his lip curled in a scowl that looked unnatural when displayed by his gentle features.

I didn't look up at the angel sitting in front of me. A tight smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I tapped the pads of my fingers against my knees.

"You don't trust me do you, Castiel?" I asked, trying to keep my voice neutral. Cas sighed and shook his head; I watched Jack's hands clench into fists.

"No. No, I don't," He said, eyeing Jack's reactions as well.

"Why not?" I still didn't look up, feeling the angel's gaze shift to me.

"You lie so easily to others, and you do it very well. What's to stop you from doing the same to us?" For once, Castiel's tone didn't seem accusatory. He sounded truly curious and... understanding almost. His words were something close to gentle.

"Nothing, really," I answered honestly, "For five years, it was just  me . I had Isaac but I still felt  so  alone . I felt so small and scared and  purposeless . All I did was run and hide, it was like I was just waiting to die. So, when you guys offered me protection, I couldn't say no. I couldn't say no, even if I didn't actually need it."

"Didn't need it? What's that supposed to mean?" Dean asked, leaning his elbows on his knees. I shrugged.

"You guys saw a small kid getting attacked in that alleyway and you helped her out. You just made the same mistake that everybody does."

"And what mistake is that?" Cas pressed, squinting curiously.

"Thinking that small means the same thing as helpless," I took a deep breath, shaking my head, "It doesn't, and I'm not. I told you I was clever, you just never stopped to think about what that meant. What you guys don't seem to get is that I survived for  five years . I was just scared that if you knew then you would leave me there alone and I- I just couldn't."

"So, you lied to us?" Sam asked with a frown. I nodded.

"I did. I lied to you and I'm sorry."

"We wouldn't have turned you away, Marty," Jack said, softly grasping my hand.

"I think somewhere deep down I knew that. There were just these things I had to do to survive and I was so scared that if you knew about them, then you wouldn't want me. So, I lied. Because the only thing I could think about was how I just couldn't be alone anymore." I laughed in spite of myself.

Jack nodded solemnly before glancing up and getting distracted by something across the street. His face lit up as he let go of my hand and stood, bounding towards whatever had caught his attention. I didn't bother to watch him.

"Look, Marty," Dean sighed and shook his head a bit, "You seem like a pretty sweet kid and I like you, a lot. Now, I may not know everything about your past, but I know from experience that the only thing that can make up for your mistakes is trying your best to do the right thing now. I wanna trust you, Marty. We all do. But if you keep all these secrets, then we can't do that. So, can you promise us just one thing?"

"Name it."

"No more lies?"

"No more lies," I lied.

"Good." Sam smiled. "So, is there anything else we should know about you?"

There were so many things. None of which I could tell.

"Well, there might be one thing."

"What?"

I opened my mouth to speak but I was cut off by a flower being presented before my eyes. The flower was a rose and the rose was white. It was gorgeous and perfect, there wasn't a single flaw on any of the smooth petals and it was just one step short of full bloom.

There was a hand attached to the rose and I plucked the flower from his fingers, twirling it between my own.

"What's this for?" I asked as I looked up at Jack who beamed down at me the way I remember summer sunshine being like.

"It reminds me of you," He said simply.

"Why?" I chuckled.

"Um, because you said that you pretended to be innocent and helpless because you thought that nobody would want you if they knew otherwise. So, um, I-" He gestured to the rose's thorn-covered stem. "Well, t-this one has spiky-things on it."

"So, it does." I nodded, giggling at his strange explanation. Jack flashed me a grin and continued.

"At first, I thought it was just beautiful, like you, and I didn't see the spiky things until I picked it up. When I touched it, it hurt, but I took it anyway. See, it's still beautiful - even with the spikes - I still wanted it. So, I want you to know that even if you have spikes, I still want you."

Around. There was an ' around ' tagged on the end of that sentence, he just forgot to put it there. Right?

"Thank you, puppy. That was very sweet," I said, catching a glimpse of the flower cart across the street where he must have gotten it. The cart was unattended. In fact, the whole street was oddly empty. It was Christmas time, the street shouldn't have been empty, but it was and that gave me a very bad feeling.

Jack smiled so innocently it made me want to cry.

"You're welcome!"

"You paid for this though, right?"

Jack's face immediately told me the answer. "Is it not for free?"

"Nope, you stole it. You're criminal now," I joked.

"Oh." Jack frowned for a moment. Then he shrugged. "Well, when we grow up, I'll buy you one."

I had the chance to say something witty, so naturally, I replied with:

"Cool."

I mentally slapped myself. Of course, he says something cute and all I say back is ' cool '. My brain hates me.

I felt my cheeks heating up, so I ducked my head down. Deciding that we were in a shaded enough spot, I tugged the light-teal-colored baseball cap off my head. (I had been using it to hide my face from the harsh burning of the sunlight that drifted over the town.) The cap had a manatee sewn on the front and was one of the few things I had brought with me from my past life on the sunny shores of Florida. Laying the hat in my lap, I pulled my thick black braid over my shoulder and proceeded to weave the rose's stem into it loosely. Then, I flipped my hair back and smashed the baseball cap back on my head.

Meanwhile, the angel boy just smiled down at me as if he  hadn't  just said some of the kindest words I'd heard in five years. My cheeks felt like they were on fire and suddenly my shoes were extraordinarily interesting.

My attention was drawn away, however, when out of the corner of my eye, I watched Cas's back go ramrod straight. His head tilted to the side like he was listening for something, his eyes narrowing to one-quarter squint power.

"Cas?" Dean called to his friend. More like  their  friend, really, Sam and Jack were his family too. I guess I couldn't bring myself to call the angel my friend while I was lying to his face about everything I was.

"There are monsters somewhere here, I can sense them," Castiel said quietly. Jack stopped and tilted his head like Cas, focusing.

"I sense them too," He reported, glancing at me, "They're vampires." I sat up a little straighter.

"Put your shoes back on, Dean. You cannot rest while enemies are nearby," I said, smiling wryly and letting an edge of nervousness creep into my voice.

"How many are there?" Dean demanded, already taking charge.

Cas squinted harder. "Seven... Wait, no. There are eight."

"Where? C-can you sense that?" Sam asked.

"No-" Cas shook his head before turning to his surrogate son. "-But Jack can."

Cas sent a small nod to Jack who nodded back and directed his gaze upward, stretching out a hand. His eyes flicked into glistening gold and I could feel my hair stand on end as the air became charged with raw power. For a split second, I almost thought I saw the outline of feathered appendages sprouting from the boy's back. Then, Jack's eyes flickered back into their crystalline blue and I shook the after image away. Whatever I had thought I'd seen was gone before I could register it.

"There are two of them hiding in an alley about thirty yards that way-" He pointed to the left "-and there are five more. They're waiting for an ambush? I think? They're over there. In that really suspicious-looking grey van parked four cars down." He jabbed his thumb over his shoulder and I leaned over to glance at the car. Jack had been right, the van totally looked like it belonged to the mafia or something.

"What about the last one?" Dean pressed, his eyes shifting around to examine his environment. Jack shook his head.

"I-I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"I mean, I can sense it - I know it's here somewhere - but it's cloudy. I can't tell exactly where; it's like it's everywhere and nowhere at the same time."

Jack called the vampire an ' It '. Of course, he did.  It  was a vampire.  It  was a monster. What else does one call a monster? What else does one call  a thing  like that? After all, that's all  it  was; that's all  I  was. A  thing . Not a someone, not a person, not a  friend . A  thing . A  pest , a  nuisance , a  parasite  to be eradicated. Skrew all Jack's kind words and endearing actions; they didn't mean anything! He could never really love me back. It was only a matter of time before he realized that. It was only a matter of time before he started calling me ' It '.

' How long will that be, I wonder .'

I was pulled from my thoughts by a scream. It rang, high and sharp, and it echoed off the brick buildings.

"HELP! HELP ME!" A woman's voice cried.

"Max?" Jack whispered, his eyes going wide. I didn't know who that was and apparently, neither did Dean as he flung his strong arm out in front of Jack who began to sprint towards the sound.

"Who?" Dean demanded. Jack struggled to push past him but Dean wouldn't budge.

"That-that's Max! She's my friend! Those things have her! She needs our help!" He explained impatiently. Dean's face scrunched up.

"Wait, wait. Max? Teenage girl? White hair? 'Bout yea high?" The elder Winchester made a height comparison with his hand and Jack rolled his eyes.

"Yes! Now, come on!" Jack huffed.

"Oh ho! So that's why you're not going for abandonment issues over there?" Dean teased. Letting go of Jack, they started towards the sound of screaming. "Does Jack-Jack have a girlfriend?"

Jack stopped and faced Dean, confusion written across his brow. "Max already has a girlfriend."

"Oh."

The two dorks were brought back to reality when that Max girl screamed again.

"SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP!"

Her voice was followed by another, a boy this time.

"HEY! HEY! HELP! ANYBODY! HELP US!"

"That's Eliot!" Jack took off down the street at a full-on sprint. Dean, Sam, and Cas hot on his heels.

"No, no! Please, go on ahead without me," I muttered, sarcastically, "Save the damsel! I'll just... wait here then."

Huh. Max and Eliot. I felt like those names should be switched around, but then again, I go by Marty, so who am I to judge?

Out of nowhere, I felt a stinging pain in my shoulder. A syringe. I knew the feeling well. Before I could react, the pain suddenly doubled, rapidly spreading all throughout my body like a viral infection.

Dead man's blood.

I whipped my head to the left to meet an all too familiar pair of brown eyes.

"What's bouzzin' gousin?" An accented voice jeered.

Then everything was black.

***

The vampires were taken care of rather easily. Jack felt like a Jedi Knight as he suspended them in the air, stringing them up like the murderers they were. They didn't even struggle. Like convicts dangling from a hangman's noose, the vampires knew as soon as they saw Jack's glowing eyes, that their deaths were nigh at hand. Jack thrust out a hand and caught them in the pulsing rings of his grace, a sound like drum beats underwater reverberating off the alley walls. With a grin, the boy clenched his hand into a fist and the monsters splintered into not but dust.

With the threat eradicated, the glow in Jack's eyes flickered out and he turned to the high-schoolers who he considered his friends.

"Hello, Max! Hello, Eliot! It's alright, you're safe now," He chimed, nodding to each kid in turn and lifting his hand in greeting, though he refrained from actually waving it. Upon seeing him raise his hand, the kids shared a look of sheer terror and backed away. Jack frowned at their reactions, lowering his hand. "No, no! Wait, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you!"

Max and Eliot paused, trying to determine whether or not they believed him.

Unbeknownst to Jack, Max and Eliot didn't actually like him. ( After finding out about the supernatural, the teens were disappointed when the Winchesters refused to tell them more about spirits and monsters. Enter Jack, and his unfortunate lack of talent in terms of keeping his trap shut. ) Max and Eliot had only hung out with Jack once, and that was exclusive because they knew that he lived with the Winchesters. Against his better judgment, Jack had shown them a glimpse of his powers and though they thought his telekinesis was cool, the teens had agreed not to search the boy out again.

There was just something about Jack that unsettled them, frightened them,  terrified  them. Just like every other human who had seen what Jack could do; deep down, they were all afraid of him. Because he wasn't normal, he wasn't right,  he wasn't human .

"What did you just do to those guys?" Eliot asked, staring with eyes as wide as quarters. Jack thought it would be better not to answer that question.

"It's okay! They were monsters," He reassured.

"He disintegrated them," Cas deadpanned. Dean shot the angel a look. "What?"

"YOU DISINTEGRATED THEM?!" Max screeched loud enough to make Jack flinch.

"Yes?"

"You didn't just, like, proof em' away or something?" Eliot added, a little quieter.

"Um, no. No, I didn't."

"COULD YOU DO THAT TO US?!"

"Most likely, yes," Jack answered, thoughtfully, "I've never tried it on humans, though. But I would never hurt you guys, you're my friends!"

"You're really freaky, dude," Elliot said, shaking his head slowly, "And, like, not in a good way."

"I know." Jack hung his head. They were afraid of him. They hated him. He shouldn't have expected otherwise.

"I'm never gonna be able to un-see that," Max muttered, staring at the cement.

That gave Jack an idea, maybe there was a way to undo this.

"I know you're probably freaking out, but I think I know a way to make it better," He said, trying to sound reassuring.

"Nah, man. I don't want any of your freaky Aquaman powers used on me!" Eliot shook his head.

"No powers." Jack smiled despite how badly their words hurt. "I promise."

His stomach twisted with the lie, but they didn't need to know that. Max and Eliot shared another glance.

"Okay..." They agreed, hesitantly.

"I have a friend. Her name is Marty," Jack explained, leading them back to the bench where his family had left the girl. "She's right here!"

Except she wasn't.

That's when the Nephilim's phone rang.

It was a picture message. Marty sat unconscious tied to a chair in some shack. The text read:

"I really would hate to incur the wrath of the Winchesters, so consider this a ransom note. All you have to do is find her in time. Tick-tock. ~ Felix "

Max peered over Jack's shoulder.

"Hey! I know that place!"

***

"Welcomb back to the land of the livinc' where the livinc' are, in fact, dead!"

Okay, so she knew I was awake. I kept my eyes closed anyway and canvassed my new environment. Having grown up blind, I didn't need my eyes to see.

My hands were bound with zip-ties to the arms of the splintering wooden chair I sat in. The space around me was large but not cavernous as there was no echo. This was a shack of some kind judging by how the metal panels making up the roof clanged against one another in the wind. The shack was also dark to protect vampire skin from the sun, and in winter, no sun meant freezing temperatures. There was a weight covering my lap; someone had given me a blanket. I caught the scent of hay among other less pleasurable farm smells. I could hear the shifting of five pairs of feet surrounding me in a circle. This was going to be fun.

Opening my eyes, at last, I was met with the sight of a young woman around the age of twenty-two, lounging on a few hay bails. She was long, lean, and muscular with a round face displaying a crooked smile. I could see the end of a tie-dyed shirt sticking out beneath the fluffy black coat she wore. Her green and purple hair was chopped short in a punk rocker pixie cut that stuck out in at least five different directions. If I wasn't mistaken, a few of the strands appeared to be scorched on the ends. Her cheekbones were low and prominent and plenty rosy. She had full lips and a button nose that was home to two tiny diamond studs. The woman wore her dark green eyeshadow with plum-colored lipstick unapologetically. Her eyes, which were set deeper than most, turned down at the corners and sparkled with mischief. They were accompanied by thick dark eyebrows, the left of which had apparently gotten a third piercing since I had last seen her.

"Ah hah! So she  is  alive!" She said, her thick Dutch accent coating her words, "I was begininc' to worry that you had follen asleep... Again."

I shrugged despite my restraints.

"Yeah, well I can only sleep-in so long."

"You never were a morninc' person, were you?" The woman sighed, shaking her head. I watched her arrow-head pendant as it swung back and forth from her neck.

"Nope."

"And dat's why we're frien'ds!" She chirped.

"We're not friends, Elwyn." Okay, so maybe that was a bit harsh but it was better than pretending like everything was fine and dandy between us. Elwyn faked a gasp.

"You used my fuoll name! You muss be serious. Why so c'old,  mijn lieve ?" She asked, tilting her head.

"Spending five years as a walking corpse will do that to you," I answered, smiling thinly. "Why are you here, Elwyn? What's this act for? We both know that if I wanted to walk out of here right now, I could do so without a scratch on me. What do you want?"

"You might 'ave been able to woltz out of 'ere if you had a full tanc', dat's true." Elwyn nodded, in agreement. Then she tilted her head and frowned at me with pouty lips. "But you're quite weak now. I'm sorry, hones'ly. I t'ought dat you'd be able to 'andle dat much dead man's blood but you still look pale an' shaiky!"

"Well, I've always been pale," I replied, narrowing my eyes. Elwyn sat up, crossing her legs and putting a fist to her chin. Her brows furrowed and she looked at me with what seemed to be genuine concern for my well-being.

"How lon'g has it been since you fed,  liefste ?" She asked in a gentler tone.

"A little over two weeks," I answered honestly.

"Two weeks?! Nothinc'? Not even somethinc' piffy, like a ra'bbit?"

I shook my head and shrugged.

"Oh,  jij arme ding ! I know you ha'te it, but how could you do dis' du yourself?!" She cried, shaking her head in dismay. I looked away. Deep down I knew that Elwyn really did care about me, albeit in her own strange way. I was being harsh with her and that wasn't exactly fair. She was Felix's prisoner too.

"I more than hate it, Ellie," I said, speaking softer now, "But I just couldn't find a good opportunity. Besides, I can take it."

Elwyn rolled her chocolate-brown eyes.

"No you gan't, Mardina! Look at yourself! You're runninc' on foomes and it shows!" Elwyn huffed, her accident becoming more prominent as her emotion shown through. "Be hones'd wit me, dis is because of dose Win-kesters, isn't it?"

"Not exactly," I said, picking at a splinter on the wooden arm-rest. I knew the real reason and it was a stupid one. I mean, of all the ways to try to be better, starving myself to the breaking point probably wasn't the smartest. But I wanted to be good, pure. I wanted to be human. For him.

"Ah, I see." Elwyn smiled softly. "I was told aboud dat Nephilim boy, the rumors were wrong about him. I was watchinc' you two today; he's not a ragink' monster at all."

"No, he's not." I shook my head.

"He's a  zoet wezen , no?" Elwyn chuckled to herself, "Sorry, I don' know de word for it in English."

I nodded. The closest translation of her Dutch was ' sweet creature '. It fit.

"What's his name?" Elwyn asked without the slightest bit of hostility.

I smiled. "His name is Jack."

" Hou je van hem ?"

"I don't know," I said, shrugging. Elwyn smiled knowingly.

"Yes, you do. And if what I saw was any indication, he feels the same."

"No, he doesn't, Ellie," I sighed and gestured to the child body I was trapped in. "He can't. Just look at me! I'm just a sister to him and if he knew what I really am then he'd hate me!"

"So, dat's what dis is about." Elwyn nodded with understanding.

"What do you mean?"

"You t'ink yourself bad, so you want du be good for him. Dat's why you 'aven't been feeding," She explained, sounding matter-of-fact.

"Yeah, I guess so." I looked away.

"Well, das not good!" Elwyn leaned forward and cut the zip-ties that held me to the chair. Then she reached behind her and fished around a bit until she pulled her arm back and held it out to me, a blood bag resting in her palm. "Have a snack now and your  engel jongen  will never know!"

I glanced at it for a moment but it didn't take much to break my willpower. I snatched the bag from her hand and ripped it open, downing it like there was no tomorrow.

"You gan slow down,  geliefde.  I brough't more." Elwyn chuckled.

"You did?" I asked looking up.

"I had a sneakinc' suspission dat dis was goin'c du 'appen." She shrugged, tossing me another bag which I ripped into also. She reached behind her again, this time tugging around a small cooler full of the stuff which she pushed over to me. "I admire your willpower, Mardina. I don t'ink I'd have de kinda strengt for what you're pullinc'. How'd you do it?"

"Do what?" I asked, halfway through my second bag.

"Live with dose 'unters day in an' day out!" She exclaimed, "Esspecialy dat e ngel jongen ! Da kid smells like garamel chocolate! I envy your gontrol. How'd you stan' so close to him? I was eighty-feet away and I gould 'ardly gontrol myself!"

Well, at least I wasn't the only one.

"I gotta keep up apperences, Ellie. You know all about that." I knew I sounded guarded, but this subject made me uncomfortable.

"But you gould still get a taste. I know you gan make pepole forget t'ings."

I sighed, finishing my second bag and grabbing another.

"You know, Elwyn? You almost got me." I smiled, shaking my head.

"What do you mean?" She asked, feigning obliviousness.

"For a second there, I almost thought you were still my friend."

"I  am  your friend," Elwyn insisted, "I defied Felix for you!"

"Then you ran right back to him the second I turned my back."

"I had too," She spoke, her voice regretful.

"No! No you didn't! You  chose  too. You chose  him  over  me !"

" Hij is mijn vader !  Ik moest !" Elwyn cried. Tears brimmed in her eyes.

"I don't care!" I shouted back, "We were free! We both could have been free! But no, you chose to leave me all alone in the middle of the woods!"

"I knew you'd be fine," She whispered. I shook my head, pressing my lips together.

"No, you didn't," I growled. "Do you have  any idea  how long I wandered for?!"

"You made it out."

"Not in one peace. I lost things in there, Elwyn." I shook my head. "You left me there." Then, I let out a harsh, rasping, laugh and spat my next words. "And for what? To run right back into the arms of the father that never even loved you!"

Elwyn hung her head. " Het spijt me zeer.  I'm so sorry."

"You should be," I said, cooly. "Why do you always run back to him? And don't give me any of that ' he's my father ' bull crap."

"I don know. But what I do know is dat I am still your friend."

"Right." I nodded, smiling through tight lips. "Why are you really here, Elwyn?"

She took a deep breath, wiping away the tears that had slipped down her face, and looked up. "I game 'ere to save you," She said.

"Excuse me?"

"From dose 'unters!" She explained, "Felix told me dat you were with de Win-kesters and I begged him to let me c'ome rescue you. An' he said yes! He's so much kinder den he used to be; he promised dat he wouldn' make you do anyt'ing you didn' want to!"

Elwyn smiled at me and took my hand.

"Oh, yeah?" I scoffed, "Then what was that phone call, huh? What? Is killing my friend supposed to win me over?"

"Hey, I said dat Felix is kinder den he was." Elwyn sighed. "He's still Felix though. He was tryinc' to intimidate de Win-kesters into letting you go."

"I'm not being held hostage!" I insisted.

"But you are still in danger!" Her eyes softened, "Dey will kill you if dey find out what you are."

"I know."

"C'ome with me," She pleaded, "C'ome with me, an' Jack will never find out about you. C'ome with me an' he'll never break your heart."

I paused. Was there really any chance?

No. There was no chance. No chance that Felix could ever change. It was one in a million. There was no chance and  no choice .

"If you're really here to save me, then what's with your little posse?" The five other vampires had been unusually quiet for idiots of their caliber.

Elwyn shrugged. "In case t'ings get messy."

"We'll, then you better plan on things getting messy because I'm not coming with you," I said with a smirk.

"Why not?"

"Because Felix wants me dead, Elwyn, and that's not going to change."

The woman's face fell.

"I know you didn' mean to kill Madra," She whispered, gently. I shook my head and frowned.

"I didn't kill her," I hissed, "Felix killed his soulmate, not me."

"And he sees dat now. He knows dat it wasn' your fault, dat you couldn't gontrol it. He realises dat and he forgives you!" She smiled a little.

"And how many times did he have to beat you before he realized that?"

"C'ome on, Mardina!" She sighed, though I could see the pain her eyes hid. "Dis is an olive branch! Jus' take it!"

I shook my head and I laughed. I laughed long and loud and hard. I laughed like a girl gone mad. I had told Elwyn that I had lost something when she had left me in those woods, I wanted her to know what it was.

"No," I said. Then I stretched my bloody lips into a mad, humorless grin, "I don't want your olive branch."

"Why not? Its your best chance! Don you want peace?"

"Peace?  PEACE?! " I spat, "You know what he did to me, what he made me! You think after every thing he took away, that I would want  peace ? You think after what I did, Felix would offer me peace?"

"I don't want peace," I said, beginning the rhyme I'd heard when I was still alive, "I want war and I want my enemy's head hung like a boar. I didn't come for money and I don't want his crown, see, I've come to burn his kingdom down. So, come one, come all, to take a dance with the dead and stain the petals of the white roses red."

"Mardina, please!"

The other vampires in the room shifted, readying for a fight. But I was faster.

Launching myself from that splintering wooden chair, I threw my body forward towards the stack of haybales Elwyn had previously sat on. I had to jump to avoid the vamp that tried to grab my legs and that pushed me forward a little too much but it wasn't something I couldn't compensate for. Landing on my hands, I shoved my body up, and over the hay bales in a vamp strength enhanced backflip. I landed on my feet and flipped my hair back. The shed's door was in front of me. Sure, it was locked but the lock was only one of those slidey metal bars which are super easy to break and if I was going to fight five vamps at once, it would be wise to keep my back to the door that way I might be able to be thrown through the door and land outside instead of pushed into a dead-end wall. Also, if I was going to fight five vamps at once, I was going to need the proper tool for the job. Beside the door, my eyes landed on a tool rack. I spied my weapon of choice. This was going to be fun .

It was one of those weird four-prong rakes that I'm not completely sure is called a rake. A label on the shaft said it was a soil cultivator but I didn't care what it was called because I was fighting for my life. The four prongs were about five inches long and although the shed wasn't new, the equipment in there thankfully wasn't that old, so the four steel prongs were still wicked sharp.

I ducked, dodging the arms of another vamp before rushing for the tool rack. Another vamp sprang in front of me, blocking my way and I paused. This one had bleach-blond chin-length hair. I knew him. I remembered him from when I was in Felix's cage. This one's name was Boyd and he liked to touch things that didn't belong to him. I couldn't fight back then, but I could now.

"How's it goin', Boyd?"

"So, you remember me, do ya?" He jeered, beginning to circle me like a predator circling its prey. Little did he know, he was not the predator here.

"Oh, I remember you alright. See, Boyd, I'm not a good little girl-" He used to call me that, "- not anymore. I don't do what I'm supposed to. See, when it comes to bastards like you, I don't forgive and I most certainly don't forget."

"Well, I guess its a real shame that I forgot your name, then. You were one of my favorites!" He laughed, "Only thing I remember 'bout you now is how loud you used to scream."

I gave him a cold smile and lunged straight for his legs. Grasping his ankle, I twisted and pulled, sending him crashing to the floor. Then I lifted his leg, rolled over, and slammed my arm down on his knee. There was an ear-splitting snap and he screeched like an animal.

"Who's screaming now, Boyd?" I taunted. I sprung up and stomped down on Boyd's throat, crushing his windpipe. As a vampire, that wouldn't kill him which was good because I wasn't done with him yet. I was going to make him hurt. Why would I want peace when I could have revenge? Revenge felt good.

I rolled away when a red-haired vamp took a swing at my head. I bolted for the four-prong rake and brandished it the way you would a staff. The rake was long, about three inches taller than me, but I easily found the balance point. I spun it around in my hand as I circled the other four vamps.

"Mardina, we gan talk aboud dis!" Elwyn tried, grabbing my arm. I threw my head back and laughed.

"No, Ellie. We can't!" I flipped the rake over, using the blunt end to whack Elwyn upside the head with supernatural strength and speed. She was knocked out. "Stay down. You're not like them and I don't want to kill you."

The red-haired vamp ran at me again and I spun out of the way, flipping the shaft again and swinging it down as he passed me. Two of the prongs buried themselves in the base of the vamp's spine, judging by the position, between two vertebrae. He howled and tried to claw at my arm but I easily avoided him. A female vamp shrieked for her friend and lunged at me from the left.

I rolled my eyes. Pushing on the shaft of my rake I distanced myself from the redhead vamp and ducked away from the female's fangs. I reached out and grabbed her shirt, using it to pull her down towards me. I slammed my head into hers once, then twice to daze her. She stumbled as I let go and switched to grabbing the hair at the base of her neck.

"Night-night, cupcake!" I chirped. Then I slammed her face into my knee and tossed my weight over her shoulder, sliding my arm around her neck. I pulled backward.

That blissful crack was the sound of her neck snapping. Jumping up and using the wall to gain some momentum, I twisted the vamp's head all the way around. It was easy with nothing but tissue and tendons in my way. Her body dangled limp from where I held her by the hair, so I opened my mouth, letting my fangs extend, and I bit her head off.

The redhead vamp with my rake still stuck in him cried out and tried in vain to reach me again. It was pathetic, really. Grinning, I wrenched the rake upward, severing the vamp's spinal cord and pulling the prongs along with two of his vertebrae straight through his back. He fell to the ground, paralyzed from the waist down because two of his bones were missing.

Just as I was about to remove his dreadful cranium from his miserable shoulders, one of the other vamps jumped at me, managing to rake his grotesquely long fingernails along my back. I released no cry of pain as he tore through my skin before grabbing me by my shoulders and hurtling my body at the wall. My face slammed against a pole built into the metal siding as the rest of my body just hit the wall. I landed on the ground with a jarring impact that I was sure had broken a few things. But I couldn't feel the pain. I was too focused on my rage. I was seeing red, and for the first time, I welcomed it without fear.

"Not so tough now are ya?" He called out.

My body was broken and yet I stood. I felt invincible.

"I know I'm not tough," I laughed. I wiped away the blood that was dripping from my mouth and nose, looking up to smile pleasantly at the vamp. "But you wanna know what I am?"

"What?"

"I'm insane, and that tends to make up for the rest."

The vamp charged me but I twisted around and Spartan kicked him into the wall. Then, using a few hay bails to step on, I vaulted into the air and brought the rake down on the vamp's head, piercing through his skull and embedding the prongs in his brain. The spray was a little gross but I didn't care. He deserved it.

"You're next, pumpkin," I called to the last vampire left standing in the room.

I crossed over to him and he managed to block my first two blows but then I smashed the blunt end of the rake into his face a few times and he was unconscious. I heard a groan and turned on my heel.

"And that brings us back to you, Boydie-Boo!" I cheered, stepping on the paralyzed vamp's hand as I passed him. I leaned over Boyd who was still on the ground, gasping for air. "Hello, sweetie. How are we today?"

All Boyd did was gasp and choke, he couldn't speak as his vocal cords had been stepped on.

"Aw! Did you get a boo-boo?" I pouted at him.

Then I grabbed Boyd by the throat at lifted him into the air. He struggled against my grasp but could do nothing. He couldn't even beg.

"What's wrong, sweetheart? Can't you scream for me?"

He shook his head and spat at me. So, I threw him into a wall. Boyd fought to stand, using the wall to stagger upright.

"Come on, Boyd! Fight! Are you going to let yourself be beaten by a girl?!" I taunted him and pulled on the fear that was already constricting his mind. Revenge felt so good.

"You-you're not a girl," He panted, "You're a monster!"

I hummed, tapping my chin with my finger.

"I guess history will have to be the judge of that, now won't it, buddy-Boyd?" I dragged my rake along the ground, though all the blood of his friends. There was a wonderful metallic grating noise as the prongs scrapped across the concrete.

"Please don't! Please! I'll do anything!" It felt good to hear him beg.

"Unfortunately," I continued, "I don't think you'll be around to plead your case!" I hefted the rake.

"No! PLEASE!"

"Bye-bye, Boydie-boo!"

I swung the rake upward with all my might and with a sickening crunch I rammed its prongs up through his jaw. I said I wanted him to suffer. Pulling him by the prongs in his face I brought his screaming form over to the tractor sitting at the back of the room. I rammed the shaft of the rake through two spokes of one of the tractor's wheels. All it took was the flip of a leaver to send the wheels spinning.

Turn, turn, turn and scream, scream, scream, then a nice snap, crackle, pop, and then suddenly, Boyd's head and body were two separate objects. I was very happy. Then, the random vamp I'd knocked out woke up and yanked on my hair, throwing me over his shoulder.

I tried to land on my feet but failed, tripping and stumbling backward. I landed on my back and scrambled to get up. As I did, I noticed the perfect white rose that Jack had given to me had fallen out of my hair. It lay on the ground in a pool of blood. Jack said it reminded him of me, of the way he saw me. Well, it wasn't innocent or perfect anymore. But neither was I, so I think it matched me better now.

The vamp rushed me and tackled me to the ground, pinning my arms to my sides as he snapped at me with his fangs out.

Bang... Bang!... CRASH!

The door burst open and light from the setting sun poured in, falling directly on the last vamp's face. He cried out and tried to scamper away, like a rat from a cat.

"It's about time! You guys are late to the party!" I shouted.

"Yeah, sorry!" Dean said from the doorway, "Who would've thought there were so many old sheds in this town!"

I didn't get a chance to reply.

I felt the air prickle and spark, charging with a tambour of power that I recognized but had yet to experience to this degree. I turned my head in time to see Jack, eyes glowing gold, passing by Dean with his hand outstretched. Golden waves of energy shot from his being with a sound like drumbeats from the depths of the sea. The waves caught the fleeing vampire and time around him slowed to a crawl. He was lifted into the air and revolved to face his reckoning. The Nephilim's lips tugged into a cruel grin as he saw the fear in the vampire's eyes.

Suddenly, the pulses of energy stopped and the vampire was flung towards Jack, landing face-first in the dirt at the boy angel's feet. Jack knelt down, his expression seeming to consider the trembling, pathetic thing in front of him.

"P-please!" The monster managed to choke out. "Mercy!"

Jack looked up at me, his eyes soaking in my bloodied face. Apparently, that was all it took. Jack's eyes hardened and he turned back to the vamp.

"You. Hurt. My. Friend."

Jack grabbed the vampire's head in his hands and started to squeeze. The vamp screamed as the pressure increased until his skull just couldn't take it anymore. There was a crunch and a wet sucking noise as the vamp's head collapsed in on itself. I liked that sound.

"That dude's still alive," I said, casually jabbing my thumb at the red-haired vamp I had paralyzed. Jack turned to where I had pointed, ready to squeeze another brain out of its shell.

"Jack!" Cas called from behind him. "No!"

The Nephilim scowled at Castiel and I admired the rage I saw in his eyes. This wasn't my Jack but I liked this version just as much. No, Jack wasn't human, was he? He was more like me than I'd thought. Jack snapped his fingers and the red-haired vamp crumbled into dust. The sight was actually sort of pretty.

When Jack turned to look at me his eyes were completely soft and full of concern. There was my Jack.

"Are you afraid of me now?" He asked in a whisper.

"No," I replied flatly, shrugging my shoulders, "Why would I be?"

"I killed them." Jack hung his head. "Right in front of you."

"Am I supposed to care?" I smirked, hoping my voice didn't sound as harsh as I thought it did. I was just barely beginning to come off my rage-induced high. Jack eyed me with confusion and relief.

"You're hurt," He observed, moving over to me.

"Me? Nah! This is nothing." I gestured at the bodies scattered around the shed. "You should see the other guys!"

"Stay still." Jack placed his soft, gentle, hands on my face to examine my injuries and I felt a warm tingling as he healed them. "There. I fixed you." He whispered. It was more to himself than anything but I still heard it. It made me laugh on the inside.

Yeah, no. Nothing could fix me. I was broken beyond repair. It was my insanity that held me together. Does that sound like the sort of thing that can be fixed?

"Thanks, Jack-Jack!" I chirped, smiling brightly at him.

"You're welcome, Marty," He said quietly. Jack's eyes flicked down, focusing on my lips like he wanted something but wasn't sure how to ask.

"Um, M-Marty?" Sam's voice broke whatever spell the two of us had been under and I glanced over to him.

"Yeah?"

"Did you, uh," Sam pointed to the carnage surrounding us, watching me with weary eyes. "Did you do this?"

I shrugged, jabbing my thumb over my shoulder at the tractor. "Yeah, mostly. But the tractor helped."

"I'm guessing the tractor did that?" Dean pointed to Boyd's head with its jaw still run through with the prongs of the rake. I walked calmly over to the severed head, grasping it by the hair and pulling it off the prongs before returning with it back to the boys. Sam, Dean, and Cas all stared at me with eyes as wide as quarters as held up the head.

"Dean, this is Boyd," I said, keeping my tone as sweet as possible.

"Huh."

"Say hi to Boyd."

"Uh...Hey, Boyd..."

"Good." I grinned as if I was holding a puppy instead of a severed head. "Now let me tell you about Boyd. Boyd liked touching things that didn't belong to him. He worked for Felix and Felix liked hearing little girls scream and cry. So did Boyd. Boyd was very good at making little girls scream and cry, little girls like me. Weren't you Boyd?" I asked the mutilated cranium in my hand. I moved the severed head up and down in an enthusiastic nod, holding it by the hair as if it was a marionet.

"You were very good, yes you were!" I cheered. Then, like the flip of coin, I snapped my focus back to the Winchesters, wiping my face and tone clean of all emotion.

"So, I used a tractor to rip his head off because he deserved it and now he won't ever make another little girl cry ever again. Right, Boyd?" I asked the severed head. I grabbed the head's bloody, splintered jaw and clacked it's teeth together like you would a ventriloquist dummy. "You bet your britches!" I made the head answer, mimicking Boyd's voice.

"D-did he-" Sam stuttered. I flicked my gaze back to him, allowing all three to see the harshness in my eyes.

"Whatever you're thinking, the answer is probably yes."

"Marty?"

I turned to Dean. "What?"

"Put the head down."

I dropped Boyd's severed head.

"Come here." The hunter opened his arms and I faked a sob before accepting the hug. "You weren't gonna tell us about that, were you?" I shook my head. "It's okay, sweetheart. You're safe now."

"Thank you for not throwing me away, Dean," I said softly. The elder Winchester chuckled.

"Don't thank me, Marty. After all, how could we throw away someone so Bad-Ass?"

"Am I awesome now?" I asked.

"You were always awesome."

I laughed and the Winchesters trusted me more than ever. Their mistake.

"Dean, that one's moving," Castiel called our attention over to Elwyn, who was just waking up.

Jack was quick to react, sending a golden blast of power to throw her against the wall where he kept her pinned.

"Wait! Wait!" She cried, "I didn' 'urt Mardina! I swear!"

"Do you work for Felix?" Dean interrogated, pushing me behind him.

"He's my fah'der but I'm not like him! I want du 'elp her! I jus a messenger!"

"Whaddia say, Sammy? Should we shoot the messenger?" Dean asked, keeping his cold eyes on Elwyn.

"No! Please!" Elwyn begged, tears slipping down her face. "I didn' 'urt her!"

"You know, if we shoot the messenger, Dean, it sends one Hell of a message." Like his brother, Sam could turn on the killer inside him like a switch.

"Felix is in Floree'ida, okay? Dat's all I know, I swear!" And it was all she knew because Elwyn had never had a backbone. There was no strength in her.

"Guess its up to you, Marty," Dean said, turning to me. Elwyn looked at me with wide pleading eyes. I regarded her with ice in my own. No second chances. Monsters don't get second chances, I know I never did. I knew I never would.

"I'm your friend, Mardina! Tell dem I'm your friend!" She pleaded. I shook my head.

"You only cared about me when Felix wasn't looking." I was almost shocked by how apathetic and passionless my voice sounded. I watched her without compassion. "You were never my friend."

"No!" Elwyn screeched, "No! I 'elped you! I 'elped you when dey beat you!"

"But you never tried to stop them."

"What?! No!" She sobbed. I smiled at her slightly.

"Go tell Madra I'm sorry."

I sent Jack a nod and with a snap of his fingers, Elwyn was nothing more than flecks of grey drifting to the ground.

Turning around with a sigh, I could feel the eyes of the four others as I bent down and scooped up the rose Jack had given me. I cradled the precious flower in my hands, watching as the blood dripped from its petals in big heavy gobs. It had been perfect once. It wasn't perfect anymore. It would never be perfect again. Or perhaps it could be, just not the right way. Because the blood was oddly beautiful with the way it stained the petals and pooled in the center of the rose.

"I can get you another one," Jack spoke up, "And I'll pay for it this time!"

I turned back to him, smiling down at my little rose.

"No, its okay, Jack. It's a crooked kind of perfect. I think I like it better now."

~All the pretty girls, they find

A way to keep you on my mind

I swear I heard you singing along

Cities pass like candy stores

And you're the one

I'm looking for

And so

I'm just a boy

Who's telling a girl

That when I grow up I'll buy you a rose

When I grow up, I'll buy you a rose~

Lyrics from: Buy You A Rose by AJR

(Author's Note: You may or may not have figured it out by now, but Martina Imogene Linville is insane. MARTY IS NOT THE HERO OF THIS STORY. SHE IS NOT A GOOD PERSON. Marty also had Borderline Personality Disorder before she went insane. So, even at her most stable points in this story, she is not to be trusted. Remember, she manipulates peoples emotions. She makes them feel what she wants them to feel. Any other character's actions may or may not actually be their own. Please keep this in mind going forward.)

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Petrichor

Six

"Thought I saw your shadow under the door. Just a trick of the light I've seen before. I can never tell what's real anymore. Anymore. Anymore."

Irene broke into the apartment with a huff. She scowled at her drenched umbrella. She placed the offending accessory into Jisoo's shoe. That's what she gets for not opening the door.

She intended on telling her just that, as she trudged further into the living room.

"Do you know what the word 'petrichor' means?"

Irene yelped.

She turned to Jisoo. The alpha was dramatically staring out the window. Watching New Yorkers scramble to get away from the torrential downpour.

"...What in the late 90s, early 2000s music video is going on here?"

"It's the smell that comes after it rains." Jisoo is still staring out the window.

Irene has never tried harder not to laugh at something in her entire life.

"What's wrong, Jisoo? How long have you been standing there?" Irene looked around the room for a camera. She was surely being punk'd right now.

"I feel like petrichor." Jisoo said as she continued to stare out the window.

"What does that even mean!?"

"She called me. I tripped over myself trying to get to my phone. She asked if I wanted to have sex with her like she didn't know that I have never wanted to do anything more in my entire life. And then she hung up."

Irene sighed as she took a seat on the couch. She crossed her arms, mentally preparing herself for Jisoo's definitely impending meltdown.

"A little odd, but not seeing a problem yet."

"She asked if I wanted to have sex, and then we didn't."

"That was the most assholish thing you have ever said to me. And that's saying something because you talk a lot. So, I'm going to let you rephrase that before I punch you in the face."

"No. You don't get it. She didn't have sex with me because she was doing it with someone else. And then she came over here like she didn't." Jisoo finally turned to look at Irene. Irene is sure Jisoo would have a 5 o'clock shadow if she possessed the ability to grow one.

"Well, did she come over to rub it in your face?"

Jisoo's eyebrows furrowed, "...No, she came because I asked her to, Lia wasn't feeling well and I needed her help...but it felt like she was rubbing it in." Jisoo pouted.

Irene chuckled softly, "You're so oblivious. Anyhow, I'm sure I don't have to tell you, she can fuck who ever she wants."

Jisoo stomped her foot petulantly, "But why couldn't she want to fuck me?! Why am I always second place?"

Irene sighed, her lips forming a deep, concerned frown, "Where is this coming from, Chu?"

"Jihyo's getting married."

"Oh."

"Yeah. And it shouldn't be that big of a deal, but she's the mother of my child, we coul-could've worked it out. Been a family, but no. I'm never anyone's first choice." Jisoo sat down on the couch next to Irene, her face cradled in her hands.

"Are you sure you would've wanted that. To be mated and married to Jihyo? You said the next morning you barely remembered her name, and she had told you it twice like a minute before."

Jisoo uncovered her face and thought about it for a few moments, "No. We'd probably kill each."

"Exactly, so how could you be first place if you never even put yourself into the race?"

"I think I liked you better when you were mean to me."

"You like me anyway you can get me."

They both laughed softly.

"I'm still mad. She could have told me she couldn't come over."

"She's an omega and you told her a child was sick. What was she supposed to do? Five bucks says she completely forgot where she had been ten minutes earlier as soon as she got here."

"Could you just let me hold my grudge that is heavily justified in my head?"

"If you want to be single for the rest of your life, by all means, hold that dumbass grudge, but don't come crying to me when she kicks you in the crotch."

"Why are you here anyway?"

"Oh yeah! I wanted to kick your ass in PUBG. Seulgi's pregnant and she's mad at me, so I ran away. " Irene jumped up to find Jisoo's laptop casually.

"Seulgi's pregnant!?"

"Yeah. Must be in the air or something." Irene shrugged nonchalantly.

"...Something's wrong with you."

"Pot. Kettle. Black."

~•~

"How do you keep getting in here? Don't I have security?" Rosé made a mental note to fire someone later.

"Have you made up your mind?" Joy asked, completely ignoring the previous questions hurtled her way.

"Hello to you, too." Rosé rolled her eyes. She came around her desk to sit on top of it, her arms crossed at her chest.

"Answer the question, Chae."

"You walked into my job and demanded that I mate you. And then when I said 'Hell no' you told me to think about it. Now you're back, asking if I made up my mind. Did you think you were going to get a different answer?" Rosé had to hold back a laugh at that. Surely, Joy didn't think she could be manhandled into mating her.

They had broken up months ago. It was mutual, or so Rosé had thought. They were headed in two different directions in life and would probably never end back up on the same path. But all of a sudden, Joy was pushing it.

"So, what are you trying to say?" Joy huffed. Her giant loop earrings swinging as she did so.

"I don't want to mate you. I don't want to court you. I want you-"

Joybgasped, "I want you too, Rosé!"

"-OUT OF MY GODDAMN OFFICE!" Rosé seldom raised her voice, it mainly happened during a meeting with the CEO of Spectrum. He was an asshole, and very talkative.

Outside of that, Rosé could count on one hand how many times she had yelled at someone, including this one.

Normally, she felt bad afterwards. She was an alpha and most of the time when she yelled, people noticed, people felt it, especially omegas. But even as Joy whimpered and crocodile tears formed in the corner of her eyes, Rosé couldn't bring herself to care.

"But why not?!" Her bottom lip jutted out and her arms crossed over herself.

"Because I love someone else!" Rosé actually surprised herself there a bit. She didn't mean for that to explode from her mouth and into the expanse of her office. But that didn't take away from the fact that it was true. She just hadn't planned on admitting that yet.

"You do?" Joy asked with a slump of her shoulders.

"You do?"

Both Rosé and Joy startled. Rosé glanced at the space that was between her and Joy before pulling away.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?"

"Yeri...she let me up. I came-I came to bring you lun-you love me?" Your thoughts are running a mile a minute. You can't keep your sentences in order. And your hands are sweaty. It's taking every ounce of dexterity you have not to drop Rosé's lunch on the ground.

Rosé glanced at Joy before walking around her and towards you slowly, "I-you don't have to say it back, but yeah. I love you. And you probably think it's too soon, but I do. A lot."

There were about ten different emotions playing across your face. The most prominent being surprise, maybe? You're a bit difficult for Rosé to read.

"I-I-you love me?" It's just a whisper this time. The suprise morphing into disbelief and confusion more than anything else.

Rosé nodded and Joy huffed.

"Oh." You mumbled softly. Rosé pressed a gentle hand to your cheek, and you let her, "Oh." You mumbled again, this time with a slightly different inflection in your voice.

~•~

You didn't know what you were feeling. You were happy and sad and excited and mad and confused and terrified and glad and guilt-ridden all at the same time.

It made you sick to your stomach.

You're sitting alone in your apartment. It's been three days since Rosé. Your phone sat idly in your hand. Waiting patiently to be used.

You needed to call someone. To talk to someone. But you're not sure who would understand any of this.

You eventually decided on Jisoo. Because why not make this even more hard on yourself?

After several rings it went to voicemail. Which, hurts to say the least. You can't help but think Jisoo is screening your calls.

But, you're nothing if not a masochist.

You called again. It goes to voicemail again.

After the first call, it hurt. After the second call, it hurt even more. After the third call, it pissed you off.

You're mad now.

You: At least let me know you're alive, you giant gaping asshole.

Jisoo turned her read receipts off to spite Irene, so unfortunately, you will never know if she sees it or not that way.

About three minutes later your phone lit up with a notification.

It's an Instagram notification. It's Jisoo's Instagram notification.

You rolled your eyes, but opened it anyway.

It's a picture of Lia with Jisoo's friend, Kai. Lia does not seem to be enjoying herself.

The caption is only one singular emoji:👶🏻

You blew out a puff of air, at least you knew they were alive.

You scrolled a bit into the comment section. It's mainly just viewers saying how cute Lia is. But there's a couple that caught your eye.

You should do another video with Y/N!

Yeah, but where's Y/N?

You might accidentally on purpose like that second one. It's a question you needed the answer to too. And maybe once they found out, they could tell you.

[connoisseur-garden]

Long update! Here's everything that's going on with my plants atm!

We have some newcomers to the Aerogarden, "Curly" is stretching nice and tall, and i finally transplanting my Dill because he kept burning himself on the light at full height and making the other two suffer so he's outside now, and instead I've planted a black seeded Simpson, which popped up up much in TWO DAYS!! So excited for this variety!!! As you can see I moved the whole unit as well to the main room of the apartment, at first to give light to my other plants sheltering inside during the storm and now I just like em there 😁

Here are both my Dill plants!! The one on the right on a recycled milk carton is from the Aerogarden, does anyone have any suggestions how to get Dill to stand on his gosh darn own??? Drive me crazy. But at least now both my Dill plants can chill together outside

I hung my oregano in a hanging planter! She's dealing with a small pest problem so this keeps her quarantined and Beautifully on display 😍 I got this setup at the dollar tree!!!

On the left is a lavendar for picked up because. I mean. Lavendar??? I'm hoping to get it healthy and find a way to propagate it to make a nice gift for my parents 😁 I'm so excited to get my tomatoes growing I also bought some pollinators in preparation, I was at Walmart sifting through all the dead plants 😰 when I found that purple flower COVERED in bees!! 🐝🐝🐝 so exciting 🥰🥰🥰 so I wiggled one free and took it home to hopefully encourage some pollination this summer when my tomatoe plants get bigger- speaking of which

I found out I have a bad habit of putting plants in pots Way too big for them, chalk it up to first time gardening, but I put three little guys in a smaller pot and sorta did some weird thing with the soil in the too big pot, I plan on snatching a few more small pots from Dollar tree for them, but I did pick up a cute tomato cage I can't wait to show you when I get to use it!

Peppers are all doing great, i bought a kind of flower rocket ball (????) From the dollar store as well and a root ball of strawberry for a few bucks im not sure what to do with but I'm giving it my all! Thanks for getting to the end and i hope you're growing well!! ♡♡♡

[capriswritingnartshenanigans]

Ava's Coat (An Ava du Mortain/Fem Detective Fanfic)

Ava du Mortain/Fem Detective, Carina. This is a lemon fic. 1318 words. Catch it on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19210504 . Done for @goodthingshappenbingo and the "Wearing Each Other's Clothing" prompt on my card!

Summary:

The Detective is feeling pretty needy for Ava's... undivided attention, so she makes a plan to surprise her while she's working.

I sigh as I flop into a different position on the warehouse’s living room couch, feeling the tell-tale pulse of heat between my legs that normally happens at the thought of Ava. Ava. God, what a gorgeous woman she is; strong features and a muscular physique, and the way her golden hair falls around her face when she lets it down, how her emerald eyes look when she's wanting me…

I feel another wave of heat go through my body, right to my core, my heart starting to race in my chest. I look longingly up the stairs, to where my team’s rooms are, and further back to where her office is. I wonder if she can hear my heart’s attempt to beat out of my chest all the way down here from there. I doubt it, but… maybe her not being able to hear it is a good thing. A really good thing, especially given the thought brewing in my head. With a grin that turns into me biting my lower lip, I quickly head up the stairs and to her room for some… immediate planning on how to surprise her.

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I feel my face starting to warm as I quietly close Ava’s door behind me, my clothes left in a messy pile on her floor. I tug one of her peacock coats around me further, and can't help the shiver that comes with the now cool air blowing against my now unprotected sex. As I close in on her door, my heart speeds up more, but from nervousness now instead of excitement. What if she's mad I did this? What if she’s really mad that I did this?

I don't really get much time to rethink my plan as she calls for me to come in instead of standing outside the door. I quickly open the door and close it behind me as I hurriedly dash in, still not looking at her. I can hear confusion in her voice as she asks, “Carina? Is something wrong?”

I turn to her, trying to regain my confidence and nerve as I make an attempted “saunter” to her desk. When I round the corner of it, Ava drops her pen and turns in her office chair to fully face me. “I, um, have a surprise for you.” Her brows rise above her slender eyes, before taking in my… clothing choice fully. Especially my bare legs.

“Carina, are you…?” before she can finish her question fully, I unbutton the large buttons holding the coat around me and let it slide open enough to show the valley between my breasts and all the way to my belly button, but keep it closed around the rest. Her surprise grows as her eyes flicker between my revealed nakedness and face a few times.

And then I make my move. Biting my lip in a way that I hope is at least resembling “sexy”, I let the coat open fully as I step forward and slide my thighs under her chair’s arms and settle myself partially in her lap , with my labia pressed flush against her stomach. I try to hood my eyes, and wait to see what she does.

A moment passes.

Then another.

When I feel my nervousness begin to creep in again and clutch around my heart, she finally moves. Her warm, strong hands slide under the coat to splay across my back and she pulls me forward, pressing me fully against her chest. Her thin lips claim mine eagerly, heatedly. I feel a heady sense fog up my mind as she deepens the kiss, her tongue asking for mine to join it, and I gladly accept, parting my lips enough so it can dance and slid across hers. My hands slide over her chest, up and over her collarbones, and then undo her tight bun so they can knot in her hair.

I can't suppress a near sensual laugh as she tries to take control of the kiss and explore between my lips, only to be stopped momentarily when my lips clasp her tongue and gently suckle it, earning me a groan from her, one from deep in her chest, making her hips grind up against my ass.

Then it's my turn to moan as she shifts me to where she can grind against my overly sensitive sex, the wet part of her shirt now sticking to my stomach. Her roughly textured hands begin to softly ghost over my back, my hips, my thighs, going for sensitive parts she's found before and knows I liked to be touched in, until I'm bucking against her and whimpering.

One hand slides back to my back to hold me in place better as the other begins to softly mold my breast to her hand, its hardened nipple already tingling from the sensation of rubbing against her shirt. When one of my hands attempt to unbutton her shirt, she presses me more firmly to her chest and her lips part to take nips and some near bites up my neck till she reaches my ear, and whispers, “Not until I tell you you can. Put your hand on my back.”

I do as I'm told as my inner walls squeeze the empty area inside of them excitedly, shivering as my hand passes over her stressing muscles and stops when it can knot in her shirt now. Her lips return to mine, more gentle but now teasingly so, refusing to give me more as I mewl for her. Her hand travels from my breast to my clit, and two of her well-clipped fingers begins to rub it in a circle. My legs begin to twitch as a full tingly, needy sensation explodes inside of me there, pulsing more, so much so I'm sure she can feel my heartbeat through the thin skin there.

She begins to smile as I begin to be reduced to panting moans and gasps, unable to kiss her fully as my lips refuse to work properly. Her lips and teeth pull at them still, knowing I love it when she does, that it goes straight to my core when she does. “Come for me,” she murmurs. I feel her hand slip a little on my back as sweat begins to roll down it, and I finally can't stop the feeling and heat from overtaking me as I begin to spasm in her arms, pulling my head away from hers so I can bite into her shirt as her hand speeds up.

I can feel tears roll down my cheeks as the sensations intensify from her movements, so intense that I can't speak or even breathe until the final wave hits and rolls over me, and that funny little fuzzy warmth envelopes me and I have to try to move away from her hand with a strangled noise of discontent to get her to stop her movements. As I pant against her shoulder, a hazy dreaminess completely saturating my senses, I feel her place a gentle kiss against my temple and her hands sweetly cradle me to her. I nuzzle into her neck after a few minutes, before kissing her ear and murmuring, “It's your turn.”

She kisses my neck, and makes a move to take the coat off of me fully. “Get on your knees.” As she's slipping it down my shoulders, leaving kisses in its wake, we both freeze as the door opens.

“Hey, Ava- Oh, hohoho, it seems I'm interrupting something.” I feel myself die internally as I hear Mason’s smug as fuck voice from the doorway.

“Get. Out.” Ava nearly growls the words through her teeth, and I can tell she heard my heart stutter to a faster beat from the sound as she swallows hard and seems to struggle to keep her composure.

“Mmmm, maybe you'll finally be in a good moo-”

“I said get out, Mason!”

[iammarylastar]

9. Corinne

“Daaaddyyy!” The little girl bursts into laughs, gasping for air.  “Jaaack! Please don’t stooop!” She cries, happy tears running down her chubby cheeks.

Jack keeps tickling his daughter, stuck into his grip, wiggling and giggling like a worm under the sweet torture. Laughing out loud, Jack glances lovingly at Shade, snapping some pics of this father-and-daughter’s moment with her phone.

“She sounds like her mother this morning so much!” John mocks the young couple, exhilarated.

“JOHN!” Both Jack and Shade scream, blushing.

“Oh oh calm down kids. Not my fault if the walls of the motel were so thin.” He jokes. “I’m the one who’s supposed to blush. There are things a father would rather never hear, I swear!”

John lifts his hands in front of him, looking innocent and shocked.

To tell the truth, Jack and Shade haven’t really been careful about the noises they made, making love again and again until the crack of dawn.  John has checked they were asleep and decent before letting the little girl entering her parents’ room, jumping on the bed to wake them up. Shade was spooned into Jack’s arms, his face buried in her neck, their legs intertwined under the sheets.

“Mom! Dad! Wake up! We brought you breakfast!” Anna sings, climbing on the sleeping forms.

Jack stirs up, a huge smile of satisfaction tapped on his tired face. He’ll get used to this kind of wake up, his love safely curled up against him, being called Dad by the little worm pecking his cheek at this early hour of the day.

“Morning lovebirds!” John knocks at the open door, his hands full of cups of coffee and brown bag of croissants and other French pastries he bought at the bakery near the motel.

“Morning John!” Jack never remembers feeling happy to see his dad.

Covering her bare skin with the white sheets, Shade sits up in the bed, welcoming Anna in a morning hug.

“Thanks John. For the breakfast. And for Anna.” She smiles genuinely.

“You’re welcome Honey. She slept like a rock all night and we had so much fun since we got up.”

“Don’t call her Honey, John. You don’t know the troubles you’re getting into.” Jack warns his father, gently stroking Shade’s cheek and Anna’s curls in the same movement.

Anna climbs on Jack’s lap and rubs his stubble with the palm of her tiny hand.

“Jack! You’re so itchy!” The little girl laughs. “Can I call you Dad?” She asks without hesitation.

“Of course you can darling.” Jack feels his heart growing heavy in his chest.

“Dad, have you kissed Mom yet?”

“I guess I can say yes, so many times.” He chuckles, winking at a blushing Shade.

Oh yes he had. Endlessly and on every piece of skin he could.

“Why do you ask?” His eyes follow the little girl settling down between them both.

“I told grand pa you should kiss Mom, so you could stop being sad and grumpy.” Anna states.

“You told that to Grand pa ?” Jack quirks an eyebrow, throwing an amused look to the unbreakable cop standing in front of him, a stupid happy smile on his face.

“I like the grand pa thing. Don’t laugh at me guys. You know how it is. I never refuse that pretty lady. ”

“Dad, when will we arrive to the vacation home? Grand pa promised me to take me fishing! Do you know there’s a river near the house?” Her eyes are sparkling in excitement.

“Yeah, great plans. I could teach you rowing a boat and swimming then. Let’s go! Just give us time to eat that delicious breakfast and we’re ready to go, darling!”

They’re now settled in the safe house, a wooden cabin, lost in the middle of nowhere on the shores of the Bear River. They head to Corinne, Utah, a tiny town one hour north of Salt Lake City, and were more than happy to get out of the car to enjoy the fresh air.

John laughed out of loud when seeing the sign saying the nearest City was Honeyville.

Releasing the little girl, his daughter, Jack holds Shade by the waist and pulls her closer, buried his face in her belly then settles her down on his lap.

“Tell me. How do I look as a Daddy?” He shows off with pride.

“I have to admit you’re doing great son. Look at her face, she looks so happy!” John says.

Jack shares a knowing and̀ amused look with Shade, who can’t help but smile, then kisses her lips, hugging her tight.

“I was talking about Anna, kids behave for God’s sake! ”

“Daddy! ” Anna sings from afar. “Come and find me, I'm hiding!”

“Let’s play hide and seek!” Jack stands up and kisses Shade before running to his daughter.

John looks at his son running away and sighs. “I’m happy for you Shade. I’ve never seen Jack so happy before. That’s something pretty unusual for a McLane.”

“I’m happy too John. And that’s pretty unusual for me as well.” She smiles.

“What’s that shit with Varela? How have you manage to gather clues, he’s known to be very careful and untouchable. ” John inquires.

“His love for sweets and Coke got the better of his pancreas and arteries. He’s been suffering from severe diabetes and renal failure for years. His condition got worse and he needed a live-in nurse and I applied for the position.”

“You’ve been hired?” It sounds too easy.

“I had sewed so many stitches and dressed so many wounds I made illusion. And you can’t imagine the power of a nurse blouse a size too small…” Shade tightens her arms each side of her chest, emphasizing her amazing boobs.

“Ouch! I totally could understand Honey.” John has the harder time to look back at Shade’s eyes.

“Don’t call me Honey McLane. Or I’ll kill you, grand pa or not.” They both burst into laugh.

*

“Shade?” Jack walks through the bunch of trees that separate the house from the boardwalk.

“Shade?” He asks again when nobody answers.

Where the fuck is she?

“Shade! What do you…” he stops in his tracks while seeing an almost naked Shade, standing at the end of the boardwalk, wearing nothing but black panties and a lustful glance.

“I thought a little swim would be nice and relaxing.” She says, sounding innocent.

Dammit, her pupils black with desire are screaming another story.

“ It’s a shame I forgot to bring my bikini with me…” she teases, slowly hooking the hem of her panties with her thumbs and pulling them down her thighs and legs.

Jack swallows hard, and follows the trip of the garment down her endless thighs until it pools on her feet. Stepping outside of the unnecessary cloth, she crosses her arms before her breasts, playing shy.

Jack steps forward, dead set to cover her naked body with his, but she jumps into the water before he could catch her.

“Shade!” He wanted to laugh but the tightness in his pants makes it sound different.

Shade laughs hard before his face and teases him more.

“You should come with me… it could help to cool you down! ”

Jack doesn’t think twice before he throws his clothes off.

“Holy shit! I can’t dive with this pole!"  Jack looks down his obvious desire for Shade.

She bursts into laughter as he cups his crotch in his hands and shyly jumps into the water.

"Come here. I’m sure I could help you to get rid of that embarrassing hardness.” She offers, her gaze unnecessarily teasing him.

He swims towards her but she doesn’t let him catch her, swimming and turning away from his grip.

“So what’s your plan McClane?"she asks, splashing water on his face.

"I was thinking of chasing you and making love to you. If you don’t mind of course…” Jack drowns his head halfway into the water, like a crocodile ready to jump on its prey, swimming slowly towards her.

“Sounds great! I meant what are your plans for me and Anna? For the future?” She hopes he would follow her, now and forever.

“Shade I love you. I love Anna. I don’t want to live without you. Would you still marry me after all that shit ends?”

“It depends on how much you love me.” She swam backwards, escaping his touch.

“God I love you Shade. I’m crazy about you.” He sounded desperate, desperate to have her back, desperate to touch her.

“You won’t go again?” She teased him.

“I swear I’ll stay glued to you forever.” Jack finally caught her and crashed her naked body against his. She’s the one who locked her thighs around him and grinded widely her waist on his shaft.

“Do you love me Cupcake?” Her lips were oh so slowly brushing Jack’s.

“I do love you Boo.” He grunted his heart on his lips.

“Show me.”

Jack stares hungrily at her, before stealing her lips in a passionate kiss. Her long legs wrapped around his waist, her feet crisscrossed behind his butt, Shade is eager to feel him deep inside her.

Lost in each other’s exploration, they dangerously sink into the water, but none of them gives a shit.  Jack slides two fingers inside Shade’s body, making her arch her back violently. He takes advantage of her offered neck and chest to buryhis face between her breasts and placed open mouth kisses around her nipples.

Jack manages to swim them back to the boardwalk, kicking only his legs, his hands busy to pleasure Shade. Leaning her against the pillar, their bodies colliding, Jack attacks her neck and jawline. Using the pillar as a leverage, he bucks his hips to enter her, their moans muffled by their kisses.

“Stay with me Boo. I’ve never stopped loving you.” He whispers between his groans.

Shade tightens her grip on him, no way she could let him go again.  “Show me. Show me how much you missed me.”

Jack doesn’t have to be asked twice and enthusiastically shows more of his love and devotion to her.

Exposed and vulnerable, they stay lost in each other, unaware of the danger coming up. If anything it would be the worst moment to undergo an armed attack.

Their dance of love gets deeper and faster until none of them could hold back neither their cries nor releases.

“YES !” Shade screams out loud as she comes violently, covering Jack’s grunts of release.

Panting, he rests his forehead against her and asks: “Is that your answer?”

Her eyes shine with happiness. “Yes Cupcake. Yes I do.”

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 23)

"Work hard to Play Harder"

@creatureofthen1ght-v3

Luna's bouncing around the studio with excitement. She has tons of loose energy from recoding still flying off of her. She gives Colson that One Look slipping out of the studio.

He meets her in the bathroom down the hall, tucked by the room he had offered to her to teach Casi about photography.

Inside Colson's kissing Luna hungrily. She takes his determined tongue willingly. Both still buzzing, each other's hands are running wildly all over the other's body. His dick is throbbing and she's soaked. She has on a tight, maroon slip dress with no bra. He can feel every inch of her. She bends over the sink, coyly, looking over her shoulder while lifting her dress.

He watching her as he unbuckles his pants. "I KNEW NO PANTIES!" He exclaims to her in delight, making his big dick jump. He grabs her ass cheeks, spreading them wide before planting a sloppy, wet kiss on her pussy lips. "Mmm... Peaches" he murmers before biting the tattoo on her ass.

"What?" She yelps, laughing, jumping a bit from his bite. He pulls her close, separating her folds, sliding slowly into her tight pussy. They both moan loudly, together working himself into her. Once comfortable, she grips the sink with both hands. Slamming her ass into his hips. The energy of the studio still radiating of them both, they fuck each other hard. Kissing and sucking wherever they can.

He has one large hand on her hipbone and the other around her throat, guiding her wild bucking. Growing bigger inside her, he pulls her up closer to him, by the throat. Feeling her tighten and buck harder, he breathes deeply into her ear "Who's pussy is this." He demands, loosening his grip on her throat so she can speak.

Legs shaking uncontrollably, she cries out "YOURS!!" as he lets her go to grip both hips, fucking her with long, hard, fast strokes. They explode all over each other, laughing in delight.

Breathing hard, leaning over the sink, they're both seeing stars. Colson's face is against the back of her neck, in her hair. She purrs, wiggling into him. "I love you, Kitten." He says staying inside of her for a bit longer, head drunk from all the excitement.

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After coming back into the studio with handfuls of beers Luna declares "Let's do something fun!!"

"What 'cha wanna do, Kitten?" Colson asks while watching her in amusement.

"2 ideas...." She responds holding up both her hands, black polished fingers spread wide "1. Magic slushies and Glow Bowling. Orrrrr..." She continues wiggling in her fingers in excitement. "We could be SUPER hokey and hit The Beach, do some day drinking.... Then The Pier for food, games, lights and rides?" She asks the guys beaming.

"What pier?" Colson asks with his head tilted.

"Santa Monica." Rook and Luna respond in unison, laughing as they look at each other in agreeance.

"Isn't that kinda, touristy?" Colson asks scrunching his face.

"That's the whole point. To escape our own ultra-coolness for a moment. Plus, it's what? A Monday, in early May? Dude, we're post spring break/pre summer. It's the best time to go." She shrugs her shoulders, swigging from her beer bottle, as she rolls her eyes. She never calls Colson "Dude."

Rook sees Luna's frustration. He's from LA and loves The Pier. He backs her up, "I say The Pier."

Luna snaps her fingers, shooting a finger gun at him. "Yesssss, Rook! 2 to nothing! WE OUT!" Luna laughs, mocking Colson.

"You're an asshole." He laughs too, scooping her up for a kiss.

"You looooove it." She responds kissing him back as they laugh at their inside joke.

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Everyone hangs out in the studio together for almost another hour, sharing beers, listening to Butch's infamous stories, fucking around with the track. They decide to leave it be. Give it a later listen with fresh ears.

Walking Butch out Luna slides him an eight ball. "Sorry I didn't have it earlier." She says innocently. She had, she didn't want it in to the studio with her.

"I'll let it slide this time, Luna, but you still owe me a case of beer though." He winks at her

She laughs "I've got you double." She reassures him.

"It's always a pleasure to work with you. Sweetie. Tell Pat I said 'Hi.'" He says with a smile, kissing her lightly on the cheek before heading out the door.

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They get on the beach by 4ish. There's a few people there but for the most part, it's just the lot of them. Colson, Luna, Rook, Slim, AJ, Baze, Benny and a fistful of giggling girls. They're ok. There's Regular Ones and Fresh Ones. Nice ones and Cunty Ones. Kinda like a Dr. Suess book. Everyone lays out huge blankets, setting up coolers and a Bluetooth speaker. The sun's still pretty high and its unseasonably warm.

Luna slips off her cutoffs, she has on a simple black bikini. Tugging at Colson "Come on..." She whines, trying to use all of her weight to pull him up. He doesn't budge. "Fine!" She sticks her tongue out at him, running off.

"Ok... Ok.." He laughs, putting out a joint to chase after her into the cool ocean.

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For the first hour or so everyone stays in the water. Laughing, splashing, swimming. Wrestling about, jumping on and all over each other. Enjoying themselves fully. Luna and Colson dominate in Chicken. Baze tosses around another bottle of Jameson. They lose it a couple of times, erupting into laughter. They're loud and playful, like a bunch of teenagers.

Some make their way back to their spot. Rook pulls out his surfboard. Luna and Colson make out in the water.

"This was a good idea..." He admits to her with a tiny smile. With her body wrapped around his, she smiles back, kissing him deeply.

"Mmmmmm...." She thinks "I fucking love him."

"Thank you for trusting me with the song." She says.

"No. Thank you for knowing your shit!! It's 10 times better than it was!!" He lifts her high "DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING SICK IT'S GOING TO BE WHEN WE PLAY IT LIVE!!" He exclaims before kissing and pulling her playfully under the water with him.

Everyone continues hanging out on the beach. Drinking, laughing, burning. The boys toss the football. Luna chats with the Dr. Suess characters while listening to music. They play the Bad Things track and get hype all over again. Luna tackling Colson in excitement, attacking him with kisses to his pleasure. They decide to pack up and head to the bathhouse before dropping stuff off at the cars and getting something to eat.

Colson watches Luna as she's the first of the girls to come out of the bathhouse. He loves that it doesn't take her long to get ready. His heart skips a beat, catching her in the sunset, as she throws her leather on over her white T and cut offs. He walks up to her, wrapping his long body over hers. Her deep red lips break into a wide smile as he sings into her ear 🎶And I said My Kitten, you look wonderful tonight🎶 making her heart soar. She absolutely Fucking loves him.

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They get to The Pier as the lights begin to click on, causing Luna to smile. The Pier's always reminded her of Coney Island, making her miss home for a second. Colson wants to sit down to eat but Luna and Rook convince him that the only TRUE way to eat is walking. They order boardwalk fries, pizza, hot dogs and beers. Wandering around watching the street performers as they eat. It's JUST dark enough outside to really begin to showcase the lights of the pier.

Colson holds his hand out to Luna, producing 2 capsules. "You know wanna hang out with her." He says with a devilish smile.

She grabs one, pops it while finishing her beer. "We're gonna want water now." She states, meeting his deviance. He nods finishing his beer as he takes his.

Colson and Luna stroll along with everyone, his arm draped around her shoulders as her hand rests in the back pocket of his jeans, cupping his ass. They play games. Colson killing the basketball long shot. Appropriately winning Luna an obnoxiously large, pink, stuffed bunny to her delight.

They fit 12 of them onto the water gun racing bench. Colson choosing to squirt Benny in the middle of the game instead. Holding it down for NY, Luna spins her gun around to defend Benny, soaking a laughing Colson. Baze wins to Luna's relief before Colson can retaliate.

Feeling Molly begin to creep around, Colson sees the Pacific Wheel. "Rides!!!!" He shouts, bouncing down the boards, dragging a laughing Luna. They get on the West Coaster first, Colson making them wait to be in front. It circles the entire pier, whipping and winding. As they're getting off a wide eyed Colson screams at Luna "I'M HAVING THE BEST FUCKING TIME!!!!" before running off screaming, bashing into people. Luna's laughing uncontrollably as she lugs her bunny, that's the size of her, struggling to keep up with Colson.

"Here, Brooklyn." Benny says laughing at the sight of her. He frees her from its weight. She beams up at him with sparkling, thankful eyes.

"WAAAAIT!!!" She gleefully runs after Colson, chunky, combat heels clacking underneath her. She catches up to him, swinging her body around him like he's a pole. The others are close behind.

"HI!!" He says, grinning. His blue eyes dancing happily, scooping her up in his arms by her ass.

"HI!" She's says back happily, wrapping her legs around his waist while resting her arms out on his shoulders. "Can I tell you something?" She's asks staring intensely into his eyes.

"Yes." He firmly replies.

"I fucking love you." Her eyes open wide in pure delight. She takes a big breath. "Like love-LOVE you." She breathes out. Biting her lip as if she's never told him she loves him before. With their brains, bodies and emotions jumping and raging with Molly, it feels like the first time.

Pulling her into him tight, he spits out "I fucking love-love YOU." before kissing her deep and passionately. Letting his tongue tell her everything they already know as they both tingle in delight. Swirling while standing still.

"More rides!" Slim slaps Colson on the back, jogging by finally breaking them apart. She smiles brightly at Colson, kissing him solidly before sliding her body down, along his hard cock. She grabs his hand, prancing after Slim into the lights with their group.

They get on The Scrambler, Air Lift and Pacific Plunge and Sea Swing. Colors and life whizzing by them. Molly and rides making their insides and brains jumble and jiggle. They play more games, Balloon Bust, Whack-A-Mole and Planko. Winning a combined total of 3 goldfish for the house during ring toss. Benny still has Luna's bunny. He's appreciating it's furry texture right now. Everyone is laughing, feeling warm, enjoying the atmosphere. Colson's giving Luna a piggy back ride to their next destination, the glowing Pacific Wheel as everyone bounces along. Music floating from each booth. A different street performer anywhere they turn. It's a colorful, kaleidoscope of laughter, love and happiness with a blanket of comfort and safety.

There's so many of them, they have to pile into separate boxes of the Ferris Wheel. Colson, Rook, Slim and Luna in the first. As it begins to go up Luna fires up a joint to Colson's delight. "You really are the fucking best!!" He says as she passes it to him.

"I'll do you one better." She says smiling, lighting another, passing it to Slim, who's across from her. He nods, beaming as he accepts the joint happily. There's a calmness in their box as they get stoned, staring at the sparkle of the moon on the ocean. It's only when Luna looks back at Colson is she flooded with the colors of the pier again. "HOLY FUCK, GUYSSSSS." She says intensely, bringing back their gazes to The Show.

They guys erupt into "GodDamns. And Oh Fucks." The 4 of them watching far above the world as it dances with false colors, giggling and pointing out certain things to each other until the end of their ride. "That was fucking SICK!!" Colson exclaims, throwing his arms up before wrapping them around Luna "I wanna fuck you up there." He says lowly in Luna's ear, grabbing her tits hard, making her flush and giggle.

Floating around a bit more, the guys are fucking around with the performers, Luna's making "bestfriends" with some of the Dr. Suess characters as one does when they hang out with Molly. Luna pulls Colson into a photo booth. Laughing and smiling, they make funny faces, with him kissing her on the cheek and them both throwing up the middle finger separately. She loves them. To her, they are their first tangible pictures together. Still geeking and bouncing around they all decide to head back to the house. Luna doesn't want anyone driving. They uber back to the house. They'll deal with the cars later to Colson's protests.

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Back at Colson's everyone's still raging. Mod's there with Ashleigh and Tom, the other bodyguard. Dom and Ashley arrive, he's working on a song with Colson. As they head into the studio, Luna still has her tiny wits about her. She collects all keys and hops an uber with Her Ashley, Tom and Colson's Ashleigh. She's convinced them to grab the cars with her.

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Following behind Tom, with Ashley and Luna behind her, Ashleigh can't help but feel relieved getting the cars back tonight. Colson would've been pissed in the morning and she hates dealing with the backlash of his nonsense when she's not involved in the antics.

"At least fucked up she still has her shit together." She thinks thankful of Luna.

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Back at the house, Colson and Dom are still working on their song in the studio when Luna and Ashley get back. Luna hands Dom a beer and Colson a bottle of water. "No, beer for me??" He asks as she sparks a joint.

Hitting it she says "Water first, beer after." Handing him the joint with a kiss.

"I FUCKING love-LOVE you, Bunny." He says kissing her back beaming.

"I fucking love-LOVE YOU, Bunny." She smiles at him, heart racing at the birth of another inside joke as he turns back to Dom and her to Ashley "You hear about this fucking bill on the table in AL?" She asks her friend. They're both hugely politically active and as women, this one scares the fuck out of Luna.

Both are in the same room but involved in different things. It doesn't matter though, with One Look, they grin at each other, knowing the other is thinking the same "FUCK, I fucking love you."

Just then Travis walks in.....

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To be continued......