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lovelorn (and nobody knows) [rafe cameron au fic] chapter 1

Summary: Isla Carrera had planned for the summer before college to be focused on three things: helping out at her family's restaurant (the helpful daughter), preparing for college (the good student), and having fun with the Pogues (the loyal friend). But one fateful night, where her car breaks down and her rescuer is none other than Rafe Cameron, seems to send her summer down a path she didn't see coming--one teeming with a secret, illicit romance with the last person she expected. And if her friends and sister found out, Isla isn't sure they'll be so understanding, no matter what her feelings are.

Author's Note: I forgot how much I absolutely loathe writing summaries LOL but anyways! First chapter is here, let me know if y'all vibe with it. I had fun writing it and if you wanna see more, let me know! (And now I have to figure out if I remember linking everything on my blog since I haven't posted my writing on Tumblr in forever. . .)

Chapter 1

“Oh, no. No, no, no. Don’t do this to me, please.”

Isla Carrera’s pleading is in vain as the engine of her car sputters out of life, and there’s just enough juice left for her to pull over onto the side of the dirt road so she’s not stranded in the middle. Her grip on the steering wheel remains tight as she sits in silence, staring out onto the dark road only lit up by the two beams of her headlights. The small silver lining, if there is one, is that she knows exactly where she is, just a little ways away from a row of houses on Figure Eight. But right now, she’s surrounded by trees on a road that has no street lamps, the sky a blanket of black above her. 

Her groan cuts through the silence, eyes squeezing shut as she rests her forehead against the steering wheel. She should have just slept over at John B’s house like her sister, Kie, decided to. But Isla’s covering another waitress at the restaurant early tomorrow, and she didn’t want to run late again or else her parents would rip her a new one. Kie’s shift wasn’t until later in the afternoon, so her sister was in no rush to get home. Now here Isla is, with a car that won’t turn over, still a fifteen minute drive away from her house.

“Fucking great,” she mutters, making sure her hazards are on and her phone is in her pocket before getting out of the car. 

Though she knows nothing about cars, Isla pops open the hood and uses the flashlight on her phone. If she’s being honest, it all looks like a bunch of mechanical junk she has no idea how to work her way around. She’s not sure why she even bothers, so instead of wasting time, she unlocks her phone to find the number for a towing service.

A rumble of a car engine catches her attention, the kind that makes an annoying popping sound, and by the time she looks up and around the open top of her hood, she sees two guys hopping out of an old Ford truck. She vaguely recognizes them. Just by the look of them, they seem to be a couple of years older than her—and clearly from The Cut. Not that it matters, since her best friends are from the other side of the island, but not all of the people from The Cut are fond of those from Figure Eight, and vice versa. Isla and her sister, though they belong on the more privileged side of the island, prefer the freedom of The Cut. 

None of that exactly matters right now, though.

Music cranks out of the car, but Isla can’t pay it any mind as unease creeps into her stomach when both sets of eyes land on her. 

She’s a girl alone in the middle of a road at night, so Isla is immediately on high alert as the guys make their way towards her, slow but confident in a way that makes her feel like a prey. I don’t like this. 

Alarm bells are ringing in her head as one of the guys in cargo shorts and a tank top shoots her a slimy grin. “Car trouble, sweetheart?”

Isla’s muscles tense. Yeah, nope. Not good. “Uh, no, all good,” she says, forcing some of that confidence into her voice that Kie is an expert at wielding. 

The other one with darker hair hidden under a baseball cap asks, “You sure we can’t help?” His grin is anything but charming. “We’d be more than happy to help.”

They don’t stop their approach, and Isla’s mind begins running through different scenarios, her pulse beginning to quicken in panic she’s trying to keep at bay. There’s no one around to help, and she can’t depend on another car passing by and stopping to help—if they even would. She doesn’t want to lock herself in her car while she calls her dad or friends for help; the idea of sitting trapped makes her heart squeeze with dread.

“You can stop right there.” She doesn’t want to give into the fear that’s slithering through her veins, but she can’t stop the words from escaping her mouth, the crunch of the dirt beneath their shoes too daunting to ignore. 

Her hand inches towards her back pocket where she had stashed her keys, fingers closing around the small can of pepper spray she’s got hooked in there. Isla has never had the unfortunate opportunity to use it before, but the vibes she’s getting right now—first time for everything. 

“What’s the matter?” the first guy asks with a taunting tilt of his head, neither of them stopping their pace. “We’re only here to help.”

Yeah, fucking right. “Stop.” Her heart is pounding in her ears, taking a few steps back.

Creepy guy number two exchanges a look with number one. “See that, Dyl? Little Miss Kook looks a little scared.”

Oh, screw this. Isla refuses to stick around and find out what’s going to happen, and she doesn’t at all feel guilty when she juts her hand forward and presses down on the top of the small can. Her aim is a little off, so she only manages to spray the first guy—Dyl. The sound of his shriek of pain cuts through the air, and he stumbles back and spits out curses as he presses the heels of his palms into his eyes.

The second guy freezes in surprise, looking between Isla and his friend, but she doesn’t stick around to see what he’s going to do next. Instead, Isla turns and makes a run for it, making sure to press the button on her FOB to lock her car as she bolts down the dirt road. She can hear the guys yelling over the sound of the breeze rushing past her ears, fear fueling more power to her legs as she nears a neighborhood street at the end of the dirt road. Isla isn’t sure if they’re following her, or if they’re even going to, but she doesn’t pause to find out. 

She runs and runs, her lungs beginning to burn, as she rounds a stone wall with greenery growing through the cracks that closes in a property—only for her vision to go black for a split second when she collides against something.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Scratch that—make that someone, because instead of falling back on her ass, a strong pair of arms wrap around her waist to keep her from tumbling down. The grip is tight and secure, and a delicious aroma of what seems to be earthy wood tickles her nose. “What the hell are you—Isla?”

The sound of her name being spoken in that all too familiar voice clears Isla’s head, and she pulls back enough to look up into the startling blue eyes of Rafe Cameron. Her pounding heart seems to slow down a fraction, and she’s not sure what to make of the mild relief that calms down her frazzled nerves because this is Rafe Cameron. Sure, he might not be as bad as those two freaks, and he’s one of her close friends’ brothers, but he’s still the same guy that has gotten into more than a few fights with her best friends. That being said, she shouldn’t find as much comfort as she does being in front of him. 

Her breathing is heavy, pulse throbbing uncontrollably. She only barely registers her hands gripping his forearms, like it’s grounding her as she takes in Rafe’s expression. His eyebrows are furrowed together as he looks down at her, his height towering over her five-foot five frame, and there’s more confusion than worry in his features, unsurprisingly. Her heavy breathy makes her privy to the scent of nicotine, glancing down to see a half used cigarette now laying forgotten on the ground. 

“What the hell are you doing?” Rafe repeats. Isla hears the familiar thread of annoyance in his voice, but she can’t bring herself to give a damn. 

She lets go of him like he’s electrocuted her, taking a step back and forcing him to let go of her, too. It takes everything in her not to acknowledge the way her skin burns where his had touched hers. “Going for a run, what does it look like?” she snaps back, though her voice trembles on her breath. 

Rafe’s expression deadpans, though he arches an eyebrow under the dirty blonde bangs that frame his forehead. “Looks like you’re scared,” he states. 

“I—” Isla gets cut off by the familiar sound of a car engine rumbling, the popping kind, and the breath locks in her throat as she glances over her shoulder. “Fuck,” she breathlessly mutters, catching sight of the headlights creeping up from around the corner on the road. She’s not sure if those guys are looking for her—though, she wouldn’t be surprised given that she pepper sprayed one of them, and her pulse quickens again in panic with the need to hide away.

“Wait—are you running from someone?” Rafe questions, and Isla looks back at him to see his gaze pointed over her head, right where the noise of the car is coming from. A car that sounds to be approaching too close.

“You’re asking too many questions,” Isla returns hastily, stepping to go around him. “I need to go—”

Rafe lets out an exasperated huff, and if she had all her wits about her, she’d snap at him. But instead, surprise slams through her when Rafe’s hand wraps around her bicep, his grip firm but not tight as he mutters, “Come here.”

Before Isla knows it, she’s being dragged through the gate of the Cameron estate, disappearing onto the property right when the car turns the corner. Her heart launches to her throat when Rafe suddenly turns her, and she’s being pressed against the stone wall, soft leaves pressing to her back in contrast to the hard surface.

Isla’s eyes widen when Rafe’s body presses against her, the air rushing out of her lungs as her gaze snaps up to meet his. “What are you doing?” she asks, her words a mere breath.

He seems surprised by his own actions, lips pursed and that muscle in his clean shaven jaw pulsing almost as quickly as her own heart. Can he hear the thundering, feel it? “Just—stay quiet,” Rafe grits.

Part of Isla wants to push him off—the part that sounds a lot like her friends. But fear wins out, keeping her in place, as she hears the car creep along in front of the gate of the Cameron property. 

Rafe’s eyes silently tell her to remain quiet and something tightens her stomach—something other than fear—and it startles her enough to flick her gaze to the left, towards the vine wrapped gate. She can see the headlights slowly passing by, and she prays that these guys aren’t stupid enough to trespass private property.

Then again, they were ready to do God-knows-what to her, so who the hell knows?

The thought alone sends her heartbeat accelerating all over again, panic settling in her bones hard enough to rattle them. Isla’s hands fist at her sides, eyes squeezing shut as she leans her head back against the wall. How the hell had her night taken such a freaky turn? And how is it that Rafe Cameron, of all people, is the one to help her out?

Suddenly, the mid-May night doesn’t feel as warm as Rafe’s body; he isn’t close enough where his body is completely pressing into hers, but she can feel the soft material of his shirt fluttering against the bare skin of her stomach, thanks to her crop top. Isla can feel the heat of his skin seeping into hers, which makes her heart thunder with something other than panic, and she’s not entirely sure what the hell to do with that.

“Relax—they’re gone.”

His voice is low and gruff, a tone that makes goosebumps pebble her skin even in this warm weather. Isla opens her eyes with a sharp exhale and her brown eyes immediately find Rafe’s blue, her throat tightening under his scrutinizing gaze. True, she can’t hear the engine anymore, the headlights are also gone, and Isla tries to even out her breathing while nodding slowly. 

Rafe’s eyes rake over her and shouldn’t she feel unsettled about that? About how close he’s standing to her? But it seems like all of her unease has been used up from evading those weirdos, so Rafe Cameron being her rescuer doesn’t annoy her as much as it normally would. 

“So what was that about?” he questions, raising an eyebrow.

Isla’s throat works, dragging her gaze back up at him. The lamps spaced out along the wall light his face, casting shadows along his sharp cheekbones. He’s so handsome—the thought crosses through her mind quickly, and though she would never admit it to her friends, she can’t help but find the truth in it—as insane as it might be.

“Nothing to concern yourself with,” Isla finds herself saying, lifting her chin in a small act of defiance.

The corner of Rafe’s mouth twitches into a ghost of a smirk, and through the light reflecting in his eyes, she can see them dancing in amusement. “Given that I just saved your ass, an explanation would be nice.”

Isla scowls, all thoughts of his stupidly good looks vanishing. “I didn’t ask you to do that. I had it under control.”

It’s a lie spoken through her teeth, and Rafe can see that. “Yeah, looked real under control when you were running for your life,” he replies dryly, eyebrows rising. But then his expression flattens out, eyebrows furrowing together once again as he says, “Seriously, Isla. What gives? What the hell was that about?”

“Just—some fucking weirdos, I don’t know,” she huffs, frustration from this entire ordeal bubbling to the surface as she rubs her hands up her face and runs her fingers through her hair. “I—Can you back up?” she asks hastily, forcing a glare. Rafe, surprisingly, simply presses his lips together and raises his hands in defense while taking a couple of steps away from her. Isla is no longer embraced by his warmth, by his scent, and there’s an unexpected tug in her chest that she ignores. “My car broke down on that dirt path behind the road. I was trying to figure it out when these guys pulled up and, I don’t know, shit got weird so I made a break for it.”

Rafe frowns as he listens to her, and Isla shakes her head, rubbing the back of her neck. “I need to get back to my car,” she says.

“Seriously?” Rafe asks, scoffing. “You’re gonna go back when some freaks are looking for you?”

Isla glares at him, not at all appreciating him talking to her like she’s stupid. “My wallet’s still in my car. I need to grab it if they haven’t fucking broken into my car already.”

She moves past him to head to the gate, surprised to hear his footsteps as he easily catches up to her. “What, you’re gonna walk back?” When Isla glances at Rafe, he’s looking at her like she’s insane. No sign of the contempt he normally saves for her and her friends, which is slightly unnerving. “After you were just running from some freaks? You do realize how much of a bad idea that is, right?”

She shrugs even as the unease from before returns at the idea of running into those guys again. “I need to get my wallet,” is her meek response.

Rafe lets out a breath, running his fingers through his hair and Isla briefly frowns at herself at the way her gaze seems to run to the flex of his bicep. And the way her stomach fucking flutters because this is Rafe Cameron. The only fluttering her stomach should be doing where he’s concerned is one tinged with nausea.

Rafe then fixes her with a stern look. “Come on,” he says firmly before walking down the driveway of his house.

Isla blinks out of whatever stupor she was in and glares at his back—and at the demand he left her with. She scoffs, hands splaying in annoyance until she realizes he’s headed straight for his motorcycle. Her shoulders drop, rooted on the spot as she says flatly, “You’re joking.”

Rafe is already pulling out a helmet—scratch that, two helmets—and looking at her, once again, like she’s an idiot while she glares at him. At least there’s that bit of normalcy. “This—” He holds up both helmets in each hand. “Is better than you walking back to your car by yourself. Let’s go.”

Isla’s disbelief only intensifies. She doesn’t walk over to him, doesn’t take the proffered helmet. Instead, she exhales sharply and crosses her arms over her chest, asking, “Why are you helping me?”

Rafe has the gall to look annoyed by her question, arms resting at his sides. His gaze locks with Isla’s, but she doesn’t shy away from it as he eventually drops his head back with a groan before looking back at her once more. “Listen, contrary to your and your friends’ popular belief, I’m not a complete dick.” Isla can’t help but scoff and roll her eyes, cutting her gaze away from him in doubt. He cannot be serious. “I wouldn’t want either of my sisters to be fucking chased by some losers, so just think of this as my good deed of the month, alright? Now will you please take the damn helmet and get on the bike?”

Frankly, Isla feels like she’s just stepped into an alternate reality because, seriously, when was the last time Rafe Cameron ever did anything nice for her—if ever?

But as much as Isla’s pride is begging for her to tell him thanks but no thanks and turn and walk back to her car, fear still resides in the pit of her belly, waiting to strike. She hates to admit it, but Rafe is right. It’d be dumb of her to walk back alone at night after what just happened. Maybe she could call her sister or one of her friends, but that would just add unnecessary time to all this, and Isla just really wants to get home. So, fine; maybe she can accept Rafe’s offer to drive her to her car, and then from there maybe she can call an Uber home and call a tow truck from the safety of her bedroom.

Rafe holds out one of the black helmets in impatience, and Isla purses her lips as she pushes herself to walk over. She does her best not to admire the sight of him next to his bike, something she never would have done before tonight. Maybe this whole freaky situation has loosened some screws in her brain.

Isla all but snatches the helmet out of his hand, though a part of her feels as though it’s just for appearances’ sake to keep up her usual attitude around Rafe, and tucks her dark hair behind her ears before pulling the helmet on, the visor still up. She tries her best not to think of the weight of his gaze on her as she fiddles with the straps on her chin to secure the helmet, but she’s unable to get it right, fingers trembling despite herself.

“I got it,” Rafe says, and Isla freezes when he gently bats her hands away and steps up to her, using his finger to push at the bottom of the helmet so she can tilt her head back enough for him to see the straps. The heat of his body greets her once more and she’s silent as she feels him secure the straps, breath hitching quietly when the backs of his fingers brush against her skin. 

He’s done within seconds, but it sure as shit feels longer as she remains standing there, watching him pull on his own helmet. Isla watches silently as Rafe gets on the bike, wondering how she got here, and he says, “Hop on.”

Isla has ridden on the back of JJ’s bike plenty of times, so she gets on with no trouble, though she does have to grip Rafe’s shoulders in order to do so. They’re broad and firm under her hands, and she mentally chastises herself for even thinking about his stupid shoulders. When she’s settled behind him, her legs framing his, Isla’s heartbeat picks up at the sudden proximity, her front against his back. 

She’s sure she’s barely breathing when her skin warms because there’s barely any space that exists between them, and when Rafe tells her, “Hold on or risk flying off,” she can’t decide if she wants to smack him upside the head or beg for the ground to swallow her whole.

Sliding the visor down, Isla inhales deeply and quietly before winding her arms around Rafe’s waist, teeth gritting together because if her friends saw her now, they definitely would believe she’s lost her mind. The fact of the matter is, right now all she can seem to focus on is the solidness of his stomach against her arms and how fucking good he smells, which is confusing and overwhelming and everything in between.

The motorcycle’s engine roars to life, and seconds later Rafe is kicking off the kick-stand and they’re riding down the driveway and onto the road. She had told him her car stopped on the dirt path behind the actual road, separated by trees, and that’s all Rafe seemingly needs to know as he takes them in the right direction. The breeze as they go feels good against her, cooling her heated skin down and she would never admit it, but riding on the back of Rafe Cameron’s bike has a somewhat calming effect on her.

The tension that had tightened her muscles since her encounter with those other guys melts away, and the rapid thumping of her heart has nothing to do with anxiety and everything to do with the thrill of this moment. Maybe it’s ill advised, but it seems to be exactly what she needs as the night air mixes with Rafe’s cologne—or maybe he just smells like that in general?

God, she’s getting too weird about this.

Soon enough, her car comes into view and Isla is relieved when there seems to be no sign of those guys. Rafe stops the bike right next to her car, and another sigh of relief escapes her when she sees that her car doesn’t look damaged. Swinging her leg over, she uses Rafe’s shoulders as leverage to get off the bike, trying not to think too much about the loss of his body heat as she reaches for the helmet straps. 

They’re easier to undo than they were to strap, and she lifts the helmet off, one hand already flattening her dark hair as Rafe holds his hand out for the helmet. As she unlocks the car, Rafe asks, “How’d you manage to outrun them?”

Isla leans into the driver’s seat, reaching for her tote bag in the passenger seat. She digs through it for a moment, taking stock of her wallet, lip gloss, lip balm, and the few other things still safely inside. “I pepper-sprayed one of them,” she answers as she pulls out and straightens. 

When she turns to look at Rafe, whose helmet’s visor is up, she sees the smirk that curls at his mouth. How does a sight that made her want to knee him in the stomach before make her feel kind of weak kneed right now? Did those guys really freak her out so much that now down is up and left is right? “Nice,” he murmurs, nodding in approval. Jutting his chin towards her car, he asks, “You gonna call a truck?”

Isla shakes her head. “When I get home,” she says, pulling out her phone. 

Rafe nods as he holds the helmet out once more. “Alright, let’s go.”

Isla pauses, gaze flicking up from her phone screen where the Uber app is open to look at him. Arching an eyebrow, she asks, “Uh, go where?”

He mirrors the arched eyebrow look. “I’ll take you home,” he says as if it’s obvious when it very much isn’t.

“No thanks. I can Uber,” she answers, already putting her home address in.

Rafe scoffs, shaking his head as he remains sitting on his bike. “You’re just full of bad ideas tonight, aren’t you?” he says. Isla’s eyes narrow, irritation sparking through her as he splays his arms out to gesture to the road they’re on. “You’re really gonna wait out here on a dirt road, with no street lamps, in the dark for an Uber when I’m offering you a ride home right now?” Before she can respond, he carries on, “On the same stretch of road, mind you, that you just got harassed on?”

The irritation intensifies, and Isla’s expression twists into a glare as she snaps, “What’s it to you, huh? You already did your good deed of the month. We’re not friends, Rafe. I don’t need your help.”

Even with the helmet on, she can tell he’s clenching his jaw, eyes hard as he sets them on her. The look makes her chest burn in a way that’s not all unwelcome, and that alone should be a sign that she’s losing it. “We may not be friends, but you’re my sister’s friend, alright? Sarah would kill me if she found out I left you out here by yourself. So stop being so fucking stubborn and get on the damn bike, Isla. I’m taking you home.”

She presses her tongue to her cheek, shoulders bunched in frustration while Rafe glares at her, his own impatience radiating off of him in waves. Sarah has told Isla how stubborn her brother can be, and while Isla doesn’t know Rafe well, she knows him and has dealt with him enough to know he isn’t budging on this. So, with a huff, she snatches the helmet once more, ignoring the protests in her head that sound suspiciously a lot like her friends as she pulls the helmet on. 

She manages to get the straps this time and gets back on the bike, her bag securely hanging off her shoulder as Rafe starts the bike again and Isla swallows silently as she wraps her arms around his waist once more. Every part of her is warm where it touches him, and as he drives, she tilts her head back, practically begging for anyone listening to get her to calm the hell down.

Seriously—how the hell did Rafe Cameron become her would-be hero of tonight?

Luckily, her house is a ten minute drive from the Cameron house and Isla allows him to pull up to the front of the house, since Kie isn’t home and has no chance of peeking out her bedroom window and seeing Isla getting off Rafe’s bike. He parks the bike and Isla lets go of him almost immediately, hopping off the bike and undoing the straps of the helmet under her chin.

Rafe is already looking at her by the time she gets the helmet off, his blue eyes visible since the visor is lifted. With a close mouthed, saccharine smile, Isla all but shoves the helmet into his hands. “Thanks for the ride. Let’s never do this again.”

He scoffs as he shakes his head, but the smirk on his face is apparent. “Don’t have to tell me twice.”

Isla rolls her eyes and, without another word, turns towards her house. She’s on the front porch and fishing keys out when she glances to the right and sees Rafe still parked there, seemingly watching her. Her stomach does a stupid, weird flip as she unlocks the door and shoos him. “Go away,” she hisses, even though Kiara isn’t home and her parents wouldn’t care that Rafe dropped her off—hell, her mom would be thrilled, honestly.

Even from this distance, she can just picture Rafe’s arrogant smirk as he lifts a hand in a two fingered salute before revving the engine of his bike, and Isla clenches her jaw as he speeds off, the roar echoing down the block. Exhaling sharply, Isla shakes her head and walks into her house, shutting the door behind her just as she hears footsteps approaching her.

“Where have you been?” her mom asks, not demanding but more concerned.

Isla smiles sheepishly as she faces her mother. “Yeah, about that. . .”

[foreverdolly]

𝐈 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 |80's mechanic!austin x best friend!reader

summary: it's starting to look like he might never make it out of the friend zone. austin has been in love with you for as long as he can remember, and he's terrified that you'll never see him as anything more than a best friend and protector. with the fear of you one day outgrowing him fresh on his mind, he's now hell bent on getting you to view him in a different light. madly in love and terrified to lose you, austin butler is playing for keeps.

pairings: 80s mechanic! austin x childhood best friend!reader

word count: 4.8k

notes/warnings: SMUT! in part two, virgin!austin. . . need i say more?, i love pining and this fic is testament to that, shaky/hurried hands, who doesn't love a good best friends to lovers fic, he has a deep southern accent, austin is the small town's metalhead and he's swelteringly hot without even trying. (this is going to have to be two parts because it turned out too long after editing. the smut alone is like. . . five pages on google docs.)

The incessant metallic clinging and loud mechanic whirs echoed against the cement flooring of the auto body garage. The sun was peeking just over the trees right outside the open garage doors, the spring sky slowly burning gold and pink. Most of the men were rushing to finish up with the vehicles that they were working on, eager to get home to their families after a long day of work. There was one mechanic though -who might be young, but made up for it with skill- was still elbow deep under the car’s hood, eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration. He’d only been looking at the car for five minutes and knew exactly what was wrong with it. The elderly woman had gotten her car towed all the way to Travis’ shop after the damn thing stalled out in the middle of the Winn-Dixie parking lot. The young mechanic could see her through the lobby’s windows watching him, her tiny wrinkly hands balled up into nervous fists.

“Aye- Austin?” Travis jogged right up to Austin, placing his hand down on one of the side mirrors as he waited for the diagnosis. 

“It’s not the engine. The transmission,” He pointed towards the old hunk of junk, leaning his head back under the hood to show his boss. “It’s completely shot. She said it will jerk when she accelerates and the wheel will sometimes shake when she’s goin’ fast enough. What’s happening is that it’s slippin’. The damn thing won’t stay in gear. This car is ten years out of date- I mean. . . It's a ‘74. So even if we order the parts-” 

“It’s gonna cost more to fix than it would be for her to just buy a whole new one.” The boss finished for him, sighing when he saw Austin nod his head in agreement. 

The long haired blonde blinked his eyes against the burning sunset, shooing a gnat away from his face as he leaned his hip against the car. He crossed one booted foot over the other as he waited patiently for the man to make a decision. While Travis enjoyed making money, Austin knew that the bastard was above stealing it from little old ladies. With a small huff of defeat the middle aged man began walking back in the direction of the lobby, most likely to break the bad news. He stopped just before he opened the door, pointing a quick finger-gun in Austin’s direction. 

“Are you comin’ over to Mark’s cookout tonight? You can bring your girl.” He called out over the loud noise. 

Austin shook his head before flashing the man a little face of distaste. 

“I’ve gotta go to my dad’s house to grab some of my old shit. Besides- I don’t have a girl to bring.” 

Travis shot him “a face” right back, but one of disbelief. “Yeah, right. A girl doesn’t just bring her friend a hand packed lunch every other day unless she was hopin’ for somethin’ to happen between them..” And before Austin could even defend himself the man was gone, sauntering solemnly over to the corner where the elderly woman was sitting. 

You weren’t the one that was hoping for a chance at romance, but Austin was. He’d rather die than admit it, but his co-workers' words lit a small fire in his chest; a hopeful pyre that didn’t dim. 

The wooden stairs were old and weather worn, the nails rusted with age. Austin always felt a sense of dread when he heard the familiar creaking under his feet, and the fact that he could hear the television droning on from inside of the trailer didn’t make it any better. It meant that he was home, and the blonde knew what that meant. A fight was sure to ensue, and after the shitty day that he had at work, that was the last thing that he wanted to endure. He found that the door was unlocked, per usual. The inhabitant of the rickety death trap didn’t have anything worth stealing. 

“Why are you here?” The middle aged man looked terrible for his age, though Austin blamed that on the endless supply of alcohol and drugs that ran through the man’s system. 

Austin cleared his throat, closing the door behind him with a grimace. He didn’t want to be here, but there were still a few boxes back in his old room that he needed to grab. After that he’d be gone for good, or at least that’s what he told himself anyway. His no-good father was used to relying on other people to save the day, one of those people being his own son. 

He blamed his strong sense of duties on the fact that he was raised in the deep south. “Being a man” was hammered into his skull from the moment of his very conception. Taking care of your family, especially when they are unable to do it for themselves, was considered a must. Austin had always hated his father. In fact, he couldn’t remember a single time in his life when he had felt gratitude or love in any magnitude towards his father. Still, he was a man and needed to provide for his family. . . right? He didn’t want anyone to think less of him for abandoning his father. More than anything, he didn’t want the wrong kind of gossip ending up in the wrong people’s ears.

What was important to him now was getting the hell away from his abusive father. He was old enough to start thinking about what he wanted for himself in the future. He’d always craved companionship with a certain person. . . children were on his radar too. The last thing he wanted was for his druggie father to be in his own kid’s lives. 

The lanky man didn’t fit in the small home anymore, and he hadn’t for years. Both physically and emotionally, he had outgrown his prison many moons ago. He took a few seconds to look around the living room. Now that he wasn’t there to clean up after the grotesque man, the house smelled absolutely putrid. Austin’s nose wrinkled in disgust, eyes dancing along the empty beer cans and overflowing sink. 

“Jus’ gettin’ the last of my stuff.” Austin grumbled, his bulky black boots sticking to the dirty linoleum floors as he tried his best to breeze past the older man’s old recliner. 

A hand reached out, gripping at his wrist to stop him. Austin looked down, the muscles in his sharp jaw clicking as he held back the urge to rip himself out of the man’s reach. He knew that he was too big for the man to intimidate now, but his body still remembered the pain his father had put him through as a kid. 

“Ya talkin’ bout that toolbox?” The man’s voice was gravely, all thanks to the menthols he religiously smoked. Austin could smell the Miller Light and smoke coming off of him now. It was nauseating. 

The blonde ripped his eyes off of the man’s face, peeking off down the hall to see his old bedroom door wide open. He had locked it from the inside and crawled out the window the last time that he was here, taking the spare key with him. It was still tucked away safely in his wallet. His breathing stuttered when he realized that the doorknob had been taken off completely. 

“I need it for work. What did you do with it?” Austin tried to school the deep southern accent out of his voice. He got into the habit of doing that around his father from a young age, desperately wanting to seem as different from the old man as possible. 

“If that���s what yer here for, don’ bother. I sold it.” The young adult’s heart sank to his ass, and this time he didn’t hesitate in ripping his wrist out of the man’s hand. 

“To who? Where is it?” Austin questioned heatedly, staring daggers into the old man’s face. 

The sandy haired man was staring back at the television now, watching old reruns of some shitty old Western movie that must have come out in the sixties. He didn’t answer Austin, too drunk to care and too high to listen. 

“Dad!” Austin’s deep voice boomed, echoing around the filthy trailer. “Where the fuck did you take it? The pawn shop off’a Assembly Street?” That was where his father often sold stolen shit for a few extra bucks. 

That got the other man’s attention. He didn’t take kindly to being yelled and cursed at, especially not by his son. He could always deal it out, but refused to take it. Ray Butler had stopped beating on his son during his Junior year in highschool though, realizing that the boy was now bigger than him. Out of a cowardly fear for his own safety, he stuck to the emotional abuse instead, which only got worse once he didn’t have a true outlet for his frustrations. Austin bristled as he watched the old man glare up at him, taking a long swig from his beer before answering. 

“I took it to Keith’s. If ya needed it so bad, why the hell didn’t you take it with ya in the first place? It’s in my house, so I can do whatever the fuck I want with it.” It was surprising how coherent the man was, especially since he must have been drinking all day long. 

Austin’s father hadn’t had a job in the last seven years, but still managed to scrape by somehow. He was a petty thief whose criminal record stretched all the way back into his boyhood. He had raised the blonde to be the exact same way, but the only thing Austin had truly adopted from his “teachings” was a shared hatred for cops and a scrappy sort of resourcefulness. The other kids that he was forced to interact with at school were the ones that taught him how to fight. They enjoyed taking turns trying to beat the shit out of the town’s poor kid, but once he finally hit his growth spurt in the summer after sixth grade the roles were largely reversed. Nobody messed with him by the time that he had entered high school. He was feared by his peers and just as hated. 

The negative image that he had created served him well though. Not only had he made a name for himself, he had also gained the ability to protect his best friend, which was the only thing he really cared about. Getting the dog shit knocked out of him was one thing, but seeing boys and girls teasing her was a different story. He remembered storming into the girl’s bathroom during his junior year very vividly, yanking up one of popular blonde’s by the back of her shirt. 

“I’m a Butler, so don’t think that I’m above hittin’ a girl.” 

He’d constantly ask you if the bullying persisted even after that, but you always went out of your way to tell him that they had stopped their teasing. Austin was made fun of because he lived in a trailer that should have been condemned long since they originally moved in and barely had enough money to get school supplies every year, but you were picked on because you were perfect. It didn’t make any sense to him, but girls are strange creatures. You made good grades, was the nicest person he had ever met without even trying, and your natural good looks made matters even worse for you. Getting the mean girls to steer clear of you wasn’t the hard part, but keeping the male pervert’s away was an entirely different story. 

It didn’t help that after a long day of putting up with the constant glares, rumors, and telling boys to back off, he’d be forced to come home to incessant tongue lashings. He barely had time to study after taking care of the forty year old drunkard, hence his rotten grades in school. You could only do his homework for him so many times, but hey- you tried. He graduated because of you, at the very least. 

He had landed a job as a mechanic straight out of high school, having been skilled for his age. Who knew that driving a shitty lemon of a car that he constantly had to fix up would lead to a career? He had gotten lucky, which was a rarity in his life. 

Getting his own place was one hell of an achievement, but his past always found a way to come back and haunt him. 

Austin stormed through the connected kitchen and down the hall, sucking in a deep breath before he entered the room. All of the boxes that he had stacked in the corner had been ransacked and picked clean. It was Austin’s fault for thinking that a simple locked door would keep his father out. The blonde could scream over his stolen Iron Maiden and Dio tapes later, for now he needed to focus on the important thing: his tools. 

“You sold them to your crackhead dealer? For what? A bag, right? That was over a hundred dollars worth’a tools!” He screamed from the backroom, kicking an old wooden chair that had been junking up his old room for ages. The thing went flying, hitting the opposite wall with a resounding cracking noise. 

Austin was covered in car oil, smelled like gasoline and sweat after a long day of work, and all he had wanted was to slip in the trailer undetected and grab his things. He had hoped that his father would have been passed out in his room by now so that he could have been in and out without being forced to converse. Nothing ever seemed to go his way. The blonde reached for the metal baseball bat that he still had stuffed under his childhood bed, knocking it against his boot a few times before storming out of the room, pushing past his father and heading straight for the front door. 

“Austin, wait,” The male knew what was coming. The only time his father ever referred to him by his name was when he wanted something. “Can you give me twenty dollars? I need’a pay the power.” 

The baseball bat felt heavy in his hand. He balanced the weight for a second, his jaw clicking as he imagined just how good it would feel to bring it down on top of the other man’s head. If Ray ended up dead, he was sure that he could blame it on a handful of people who he had stolen from or cheated. Austin didn’t need that on his conscience though. So instead of barking back a reply or even pulling out his wallet, he yanked his hand away with a grunt, storming out the door. 

“Jus’ use the money that you got from sellin’ all’a my shit.” He called out before slamming the door behind him, the small and dingy diamond shaped window vibrating with the force of his anger. 

“Is your mama home? If not then I’m gonna use your shower.” Austin gently pushed his way into the house, kicking off his dirty work boots before bounding up the familiar carpeted stairs. 

You blinked in the entryway, slowly closing the front door before turning around to watch him go, the chain from his wallet jingling with his movement. With a small sigh you locked it behind you, following up after him. 

“Well hello to you too.” You teased, watching him open up the linen closet so that he could grab a towel. He was caked with grease, his sun kissed cheeks speckled with black and gray. His black work shirt fit snugly on his form, having shrunk in the wash. At his hip, swinging around with every step that he took, was his black handkerchief. It was also wrecked with engine grease, having been used to clean his hands one too many times that day. He looked devilishly handsome, but he always did. Nothing new. 

“Sorry. Really bad day. Just got back from Keith’s place- he had some of the shit that I left at my dad’s.” He left the bathroom door open as he slipped off his socks, then hurriedly took his shirt off and threw that into the dirty clothes hamper. His small apartment didn’t have a washer and dryer hookup, so he had been doing his laundry at your place for the last two months. 

You didn’t mind, and your mother and father hadn’t noticed either. You sucked at your teeth, turning around to give him privacy. You heard the shower turn on, then the familiar clanking of his chain wallet hitting the side of the sink. Once you heard the shower curtain open and close you turned around, seeing the room empty, his dirty clothes piled neatly in the hamper. You closed the bathroom door behind you as you stepped inside, jumping up on the counter so that you could swing your legs back and forth as you spoke. He seemed frustrated, and you could tell that he needed to talk about it. 

Growing up in a tragically tiny town meant that everybody was always in each other’s business. From preschool to your senior year in high school, every moment was spent with the same exact children. You could count the newer families to move into the small community over the last five years on one hand. Life was slow moving in the old south, and things were horrifically monotonous. You and the blonde had been stuck together like glue ever since primary school, and you didn’t see it changing in the future. 

To say that you knew Austin like the back of your hand was an understatement. Every flaw, quirk and triumph had either been discovered by you, with you at his side, or involved you in some way. In a town filled with mostly elderly folks, kids often found a group of likeminded people and stuck with them for the entirety of their lives. It was horribly predictable of the two of you, yet here you two were, connected at the hip. The bond between you and Austin went above just being best friends. It was something tied to your soul. It wasn’t just hard to imagine a life without him in it, rather it was impossible. 

He didn’t have to tell you that he was angry for you to know that he was beyond aggravated. The restlessness was plain to see. Whether he would be upfront and tell you about the reason or not, you could tell that he needed someone to just sit and listen. Austin wasn’t the kind of person to talk in depth about the things that really upset him. He was more of the “suffer in silence until I inevitably blow up” type. You, on the other hand, weren’t afraid to whine and cry to him about even the slightest of inconveniences. The two of you were polar opposites, and yet it just worked. 

“Keith let you in the house?” You asked incredulously, raising an eyebrow as you watched the steam beginning to curl up and over the curtain. 

Austin let out a humorless laugh, and you could imagine him shaking his head back and forth. You smiled despite the situation, bringing your hand up to your mouth so that you could bite down on your thumb nail. You instantly regretted it, pulling away to see that you had already chipped your freshly painted fingers. 

“A’course he didn’t. I broke into the fucker’s place. Got my tool box back, but the damn thing had been ransacked already. The bones picked clean. I’m out over fifty dollars in tools- checked it once I got back into the car.” 

“Jesus- did he see you? That guy is absolutely insane.” Thankfully, you’d only met the man in passing a handful of times. He was the crazy townee that everybody knew and feared. Keith was the kind of person that you point out to your developing teens to scare them away from drugs and alcohol. “If you don’t want to end up like Ole’ Keith, you better not touch that stuff.” He had a bunch of handmade signs outside of his house with bible scriptures on them, meanwhile the man was dealing meth and coke to make a living. As was the deep south, filled to the brim with religious and moral hypocrisies. 

Either you were a devout Christian or just another local crackhead. Thankfully, you and Austin didn’t fall into either of those categories. You seemed to have made one of your own over the years. 

“He wasn’t home. His truck was gone. The dude left his bedroom window unlocked, so I just ripped the screen off.” 

You used to worry for Austin on a daily basis. The burns and bruises he’d come to school with broke your heart, but no matter how many times you begged your parents to let the blonde come and live with you, they always let you down. You were happy that he finally had somewhere safe to lay his head at night, though he still hadn’t broken the habit of spending most of his down time with you (and you prayed he wouldn’t ever grow out of that habit). As soon as he got off work he was making his way up to your bedroom, often dead tired down to his bones or pissed off. Your parents were gone most of the time anyway though. Your father was a hotshot business man who was away for work most of the time, and your mother insisted on following along with him after the “incident” that happened when you were twelve.

Men who spend most days without their wives and children breathing down their neck usually take advantage of the opportunity. Your father was no different. He was no saint. Then again, neither was your mother. She took most of her frustration out on you after that, and though you knew that her outbursts weren’t a direct cause of anything that you had personally done, that didn’t make it any better. 

Austin was just as much your therapist as you were his. Maybe that was the cause for your codependency. . . either way, neither of you regretted it. It only strengthened the bond, really. 

After Austin was showered and dressed in an outfit that he had left at your house some weeks ago, the two of you found yourselves sprawled out on your bed. You were busy finishing up some homework for one of your classes, and he was reading one of your magazines. He had his head hanging off the side of the mattress, ankles crossed up on one of your pillows. His wet hair was dripping onto your floor. The constant droplets hitting your outdated shag carpet lulled the two of you into a comfortable silence. The two of you didn’t need to talk 

“Where’s a newer one? This one’s a year old.” He suddenly dropped what he was reading onto the floor next to his head, sitting up so that he could face you again. 

You scrunched up your nose, dropping your psychology textbook beside you. 

“That is the newer one.” You told him, to which he scooped it up and off of the floor, turning it over and pointing at the date. 

He was right. It was old. 

It was the June twenty-first issue, the date clear to see on the front: nineteen eighty-four. Bob Dylan was posed on the front in all of his tambourine-man glory. 

“Shit. Sorry, Aus. I thought I handed you the Beatles Anniversary edition.” You started to stand up, but he waved you off. 

“I should probably get going anyway. I have to try to cook myself something. If I don’t eat now then I’ll jus’ go to bed hungry.” 

You had hoped that the two of you could order pizza tonight, but you kept your mouth shut. Lately you found yourself clinging to him a little bit harder than usual. Maybe it was the stress of your sophomore year in college, but you couldn’t be certain. You tried to school the disappointment off of your face as you nodded, standing up to walk him back to the front door. 

“Are we still driving down to see Dave’s show? His band sucks, but he’ll be disappointed if we miss it.” He asked you at the front door, shoving his sock clad feet into his work boots and tying them up haphazardly. 

You slapped your forehead with the palm of your hand, eyes wide. You’d completely forgotten about your friend’s show tomorrow. You’d planned to stay after class and study in the library, but you didn’t mind cramming for next week's test. Austin laughed, the sound causing you to smile to yourself. His laugh was deep, rich and completely contagious. He reached out, his large hand wrapping around your wrist to pull your hand away from your face. 

“You forgot, didn’t you?” He leaned down so that he was at your height, his smile practically blinding. 

You sucked in a breath, but nodded your head anyway. It was hard not to notice his beauty in moments like this. He’d always been handsome, but lately you’d been looking a little too closely at that. A sick twinge of guilt soured your stomach, a feeling of what could only be categorized as “betrayal” causing your face to flush. He was your best friend, and if he knew that you were looking at him like that he would probably be disgusted with you. Hell, you were horrified by your own thoughts recently. You tried to blame the odd feelings on your long-standing lack of romance, but you were starting to believe that was just an excuse.

“I completely forgot.” And you felt bad about it. You’d been so busy with your school work, the recent fight that you had with your mother and. . . well. . . Austin. You cleared your throat softly, kicking at an imaginary pebble on the tiled floor to try and distract yourself. 

Austin seemed to notice the change in attitude and put his hand on the top of your head, ruffling your hair in the way that he knew you despised. He chuckled when you slapped his hand away, instead moving his hand to the base of your neck so that he could pull your much smaller form against his in a tight hug. He’d always been lean and tall, but his physically demanding job had caused his muscles to fill out. He felt warm and strong, smelling of your shampoo. 

“I’ll drive us tomorrow, alright? Maybe you can get some studying done in the car.” And with that he removed his arms from around you. 

You felt the loss of his warmth like a slap in the face. You let him go though, watching as he bounded down the steps towards his van, his keys jingling in his hand with the movement. He was in higher spirits after spending a few hours in your presence. He felt lighter, like some of the crushing weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. You leaned against the doorframe, peeking your head out just to watch him. 

“I love you! Drive home safe, alright?” You called out. 

Austin couldn’t fight off the blush that raised to his ears, but he turned around and quickly returned the sentiment. You had told him that you loved him every day, but his heart still pounded like it had the very first time. Only these days he wished that you really meant it. 

That you loved him the same way that he loved you. 

[winchester-girl67]

Wild Hearts (Part 6) - Two Years After Dean Left

Summary: During her gap year, Y/N goes to visit Dean for his birthday in Sioux Falls while trying to figure out her next step in life. 

Masterlist

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader 

Square: Car broke down @spnfluffbingo

Word Count: 6,763 

Warnings: underage, age gap (reader is 18, Dean is 22-23), reader is feeling a bit lost, angst, past injury (scars), mentions of physical abuse by a parent/violence/death/prison, language, slow burn, kissing/cuddling, talks of sex/relationship, fluff 

A/N: Written for @spnfluffbingo. Enjoy. 

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Two years after Dean left.

So far, your gap year wasn't turning out the way you'd hoped. You weren't anywhere closer to figuring out what to do with your life and you didn't have the means for backpacking through Europe. Flights and hostels cost money and though you saved up, it would go fast and you'd already figured out that solo travel wasn't for you. 

So you bought yourself a car and it was a used piece of junk, but it was yours.

You weren't technically sure if you could categorize it as a car, though. It was more of a rusted piece of tin that would stall like a toddler having a tantrum, for no reason! It was only ever meant to get you from point A to point B, not go on cross-country road trips to see a boy who was never your boyfriend.

Yet here you were, on the side of the road on a particularly balmy day in January, waiting for a tow-truck. You'd almost made it all the way to Sioux Falls and you were so excited to surprise Dean with a blast from his past for his birthday. Then the engine overheated with a jarring clunk sound and you were forced to pull over as it stalled out again. Smoke billowing from under the hood. Stupid car. Stupid road trip. You should've flown but you wanted the time to think. Now you had too much time.

You were wrapped in your long winter coat and sat on the hood of your car. It had long since cooled and the smoke cleared but the dark paint attracted the sun and it was warm as you waited for the tow-truck. You had called the garage that you knew Dean worked at, but you got his uncle on the phone and were expecting him to show up. Instead when the truck finally arrived it wasn't an old man driving it.

"Y/N," Dean said with a look of shock as he stepped down from the truck on bowed legs.

Damn it, surprise ruined. You forced a nervous smile.

"Hey, Dean. How's it hanging?" You said, sliding down from the hood of your car to meet him halfway to his truck parked in front of you. You stood a foot away from each other and shifted your weight from one leg to the other. Not quite the embrace you were hoping for after so long. "Damn it, I should've said something cooler... Surprise!"

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

That wasn't much of a warm welcome either. 

Why was this so awkward?

"Uh- um, you know, sightseeing." You pointed to the snow covered field to the right of the quiet highway, squinting at the trees in the distance.

"Yeah because Sioux Falls is the number one tourist destination. In the middle of winter." He said, glancing in the direction you had pointed with nothing substantial to look at. 

You'd argue the field still had its charm. Snowflakes sparkling in the sunlight. 

Dean looked back at you and cocked his head like he knew you were hiding something. His eyes burrowing into you, set on digging out the truth without the use of words. Somehow it worked and you folded your cards.

"All right, you caught me." You rolled your eyes dramatically, "You sounded kind of sad on the phone when you said you'd be spending your birthday alone and I... didn't want you to."

You left a little late but drove nonstop for as long as you could and made it there with half a day to spare. Tomorrow was Dean's twenty-third birthday!

"Sammy's only gonna be gone one night, I'll still have the morning with him before he leaves for his field trip." He said, still not believing you.

It was partially true, it was the reason you used to convince yourself to come. But the reason you risked the drive in such an unreliable car was different. And he knew it.

"He's in University, they don't call them field trips anymore." You teased but he remained stoic.

You talked on the phone and texted all the time. You should be able to read him better but video calls were glitchy at best lately with the weather and it takes time to be able to read someone's body language again after years apart.

"Why are you here, Y/N?"

"Can't a girl show up for no reason but to celebrate your birthday? I thought you wanted me to visit." You remembered the postcard he'd sent asking you to on your gap year.

"I wanted you to call first. I would've paid for a flight." He said, shoving his ungloved hands into his pockets, likely to keep his fingers warm.

It was winter after all, there was a nip in the air. He didn't wear a toque but the tips of his ears were still protected by his hair which he had let get longer since you last saw him. 

You sighed regretting the road trip and feeling stupid for thinking he thought about you as much as you still thought about him. Maybe he wanted you to call first so he could talk you out of making the trip. But then maybe you were over thinking this and letting your insecurities get the best of you. That has been happening a lot lately.

You shrugged and played with your mittens, "I needed to clear my head and driving halfway across the country sounded like a good idea to do that."

He sighed a visible manifestation of his breath, "What's going on? You sounded fine last time we spoke."

"Nothing, I am fine." You chewed on the inside of your cheek and blinked away watery eyes, "I just have no passion for- like, anything."

"I don't know what you're talking about, you are extremely passionate in everything you do." Dean said, somehow knowing this had to do with you struggling to figure out your whole future at eighteen. Sure, some kids had known what they wanted to do since grade school but for you, it felt like it was next to impossible, "You'll figure it out."

"Okay, okay, enough." You said, raising your mitten-clad hands.

You didn't want to think about it anymore. You were finally in a place to explore your feelings with Dean and although that's not why you drove out there, you'd be lying if you said it wasn't in the back of your mind.

"Where are you staying?" He asked, changing the subject.

"About that...? I fit on a couch pretty good."

Dean smiled, he knew exactly what you were getting at and he had the space since he and Sam had moved into their own apartment. "Good thing I got a couch then."

His attention shifted to your car parked on the side of the highway. His eyes scanned over the dents, scraped paint, rust and bald tires; the side mirror barely held on with duct tape and the bent antenna. The radio was staticky at best. His jaw tightened.

"Is this your car?"

"Yeah," you answered tentatively like it was an obvious answer and you knew you were in for a scolding.

"This is your car? This is the car that you decided to drive practically cross-country in?"

Here it was, "Um, yeah."

Dean walked past you to get a closer look at the car. "Y/N, this car couldn't limp to the next exit if it wanted to."

He kicked the tire and frowned back at you. No doubt seeing the extent of the worn tread. And he knew you knew better than to drive it that far. After he started his job at the Singer's Garage with his uncle he'd made sure to give you a lesson about car safety in case you took out your parents' car, let alone get your own. His attempt at teaching you to change a tire via glitchy video chat was by far the most epic of fails.

"That's kind of the problem, it doesn't want to." You quipped, giving him a cute smile to ease the tension but it didn't work.

"Who sold you this piece of junk, anyways?" He asked, looking away from you as if your smile was blinding him. 

He kicked the tire again.

"I don't know... Chuck, I think." You said, trying to remember the name of the salesman who sold you the car back home.

"Chuck?" He repeated and laughed silently without humour.

"Yes, Chuck. Why do you keep repeating everything I'm saying?"

"Chuck as in Chuck Shirley's Used Car Lot outside town? Y/N, he's a cheat. He sells nothing but lemons. You should've called me, I would've told you where to go." He sighed in frustration and bit his lip, shoving his hands deeper in his pockets.

"I wanted to surprise you, that was the whole point and I didn't want you to tell me not to come." You said and his green eyes immediately found yours. Your chin quivered either from the cold or what you were about to say next. You weren't sure which. "You don't really seem happy to see me."

"You think I'm not happy to see you?" He asked and his stare softened.

You bit the inside of your cheek, "Well, you are doing that weird repeating-everything-I'm-saying-as-a-question thing again."

"What if you broke down?"

"Uh, I did break down." You pointed to the hunk of tin on four wheels just sitting there.

He rubbed the back of his neck, "I mean, what if you had broken down somewhere I couldn't get to you. Y/N, you could've gotten yourself stranded in the middle of nowhere. Or worse."

"I'm pretty sure two hours outside of Sioux Falls is the middle of nowhere."

"You know what I mean. There are strange people out there."

"I know, I'm looking at one." You teased and pushed his shoulder playfully but he didn't react, "Why are you so worried? Dean, I'm fine, I'm standing right here. You could even do something as crazy as -Oh, I dunno, hug me?" 

He cocked his head at you and pointed, "You don't get to own the monopoly on worrying."

He was right, you were always worrying about him especially when you lived in the same town. And the current role reversal was throwing you for a loop. Just another thing you couldn't control.

You pushed back your hair and sighed, "Fine, but can we fast forward to the Dean that's actually glad to see me? I'm starting to think this was a really bad idea."

"In that car, it was a really bad idea." He agreed and you stared at your shoes, holding yourself. "But I am so fucking glad to see you."

He grabbed your shoulders and bent down so his forehead rested against yours. A single tear got away from you as your anxiety about seeing Dean again and everything in between boiled over and you wiped it away with your mitten.

"Really?" You sniffled but it could've been from the cold.

"Yeah, really." He pulled you in for a hug and you rested your cheek against his warm chest. Your arms wrapped around his waist and your hands clutched his jacket in case he decided to pull away before you were willing to let go. "Of course ‘really’, Y/N."

You hummed, "Hm, I'm starting to think this was a good idea again."

You held onto him until your fingers got stiff from the grip you had on him and pulled away. Dean looked down at you and brushed your hair behind your ear. A cold gust of wind turning the shell of it as red as your nose and cheeks. You had probably sat out in the elements a little too long.

"There's no way you're driving that home, by the way. I'm still mad but I can't believe you're actually here. It's like you haven't changed at all." A smile replaced his frown and he looked you over as if he expected you to look a hell of a lot different or maybe older with the time and distance between you.

"It's been two years, a lot has changed, I'm eighteen now!" Your hands went to your hips as you glared up at him. 

The truth was that it had only been two years and your reflection in the mirror hadn't changed a lick. You hoped it would, that you'd wake up eighteen and an adult and that mirror would reflect that, but it didn't and you weren't about to admit that even you didn't feel your age. You technically haven't felt any older since you got your license. Birthdays after that kind of lacked lustre.

Maybe that was what it was like getting older though. First you stop feeling like your birthday is a big deal, stop feeling any older despite the number, then the milestones get further and farther between and eventually you have to think about how old you are. Maybe that’s how it was for Dean and maybe that’s why he seemed so far away. 

"You're so cute." Dean said and roughed up your hair.

You hated the way it made you feel like a kid counting to ten on your fingers and shoved his hand away. Sure your life was a little unorganized at the moment which probably led to this epiphany about birthdays that you were having but that didn't mean you were a child. He didn't treat you like a child when he met you at sixteen and now you were legally an adult. So what was his problem?

"And you're still strange." You squinted.

"And wonderful, though, right?" He cocked an eyebrow and smirked, remembering the compliment you gave him the first night you met. 'You're strange and kinda wonderful.' 

Dean didn't tinker with your car's engine much before he gave up and hooked it up to the tow truck. You didn't think that had any indication on how good of a mechanic he was and more about the state of the engine itself. Every time he tried the key the lights would come on and the starter would spark but the engine kept quiet. You didn't know much about cars other than the basics he'd talked about since you ran out of other stuff to talk about over the phone. But still practical and theory were two very different fields and you couldn't tell the starter from the alternator, though Dean said neither of those seemed to be the problem.

On the drive back to Singer's Garage Dean let you pick the music and you tuned into a country station that he seemed to hate from the first note. So after a song you switched it over to classic rock which you knew was his favourite. The next couple hours were spent listening to him hum along, out of tune, to songs old enough that your father listened to them when he was a teenager. They weren't bad though and you loved the way Dean seemed happier.

You hoped it was real and not some facade he was putting on for your sake. Somehow, you didn't think it was.

Maybe he didn't need you to save him from his birthday alone after all, but he seemed to want you there. He took side glances at you the whole drive back; that had to mean something.

You walked into the garage after Dean. An older man stood at the desk in the office wiping the grease from his hands on a rag. It didn’t seem to help though since the rag itself was already covered in days old worth of oil and grease. He tossed it to the side of the desk when he saw you walk in with Dean.

"Hey, Uncle Bobby, this is Y/N." Dean smiled and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

"Ah, the infamous Y/N. Me and the Mrs. have heard a lot about you." Bobby said and you blushed.

Dean talked about you when you weren’t around.

"Bobby," Dean warned, side eyeing you and Bobby held his hands up with a smirk pulling at his lips.

"You didn't tell us she was coming to town, son." He said and you saw how that word ‘son’ affected Dean.

Like he actually had a father worth getting to know, one that cared and worried and you loved that for him. Dean deserved to be surrounded by good people that treated him better than his blood had. 

He had hindered his own wants since childhood almost to the point that he denied himself of anything good until now. The lighter air about him, especially in the presence of his uncle, made you hope that he'd found a balance and that his move to Sioux Falls was for more than just Sam after all. 

You might've been trying to find yourself, so to speak, but maybe you weren't the only one. There was a twinge in your gut that made you feel like you were losing him, to another town, another life you weren’t a part of, and eventually another girl. Even if there wasn't one in the picture now. 

You hadn’t talked about relationships and he never mentioned any interest in anyone but you knew you weren’t together either. Dean was all sorts of awesome and a little broken but you admired everything about him; how he could stay calm through uncertainty, say exactly what he thought at any given moment and give up so much for the people he loved without asking for anything in return. You’d never met anyone else like him and compared every boy that asked you out to him, before you inevitably turned them down and skipped prom altogether.

Dean would’ve given you a blast for skipping so you never told him. Instead Benny and Cas took you sand surfing and out to Donna’s for ice cream afterwards. It was sweet and nostalgic and perfect. You wound up spending most of your time with them after Dean and Sam left. The three of you bonded over your love for the boys and the void they left in your life even though you’d only known them for a fraction of the time and still kept in contact with Dean. But sometimes the phone calls weren’t enough and it was just easier to spend time with someone who understood all of that and Benny really was a teddy bear once you got to know him.

You felt safe with them and the age gap didn’t seem to register when there was no chance of attraction. You were hung up on Dean and they knew that. Besides, Benny and Cas still flirted a lot, but never with you. You thought they’d make a cute couple if they ever realized the feeling was mutual and not just casual.

"He didn't know. It was a surprise." You said with a shy smile.

"And you ran into a bit of trouble, I see." Bobby said, walking over to your car that was parked outside the open garage door.

He took a look under the hood that Dean had propped open after disconnecting it from the tow truck and made a face. The same face Dean had made when he looked.

"Nothing Dean can't fix, I'm sure." You said and Dean rubbed the back of his neck.

“I could fix it but the cost would run more than the worth of that car. You said the engine overheats and stalls out regularly, not to mention that it still doesn’t want to turn over. Sorry, Y/N, but without an overhaul of the engine it’s basically a paper weight.”

“I guess, I’m flying home after all then, eh.” You sighed, staring at your two-ton paperweight.

You helped Dean around the garage for the rest of the day. Mainly working on this ridiculous orange shop truck, changing brakes and fluids. He said it was basically ready to sell and that’s how they made business during the lulls in customers. By finding salvageable vehicles and fixing them up. He also made you rotate the tires, though they looked brand new, and you were positive that was just his way of ensuring you knew how to change one; by the fourth tire you felt like a pro.

It was only a few hours before they closed up early for Dean’s birthday dinner. They were celebrating early with Bobby and Jody since Sam wouldn’t be home for dinner on his actual birthday and Bobby invited you along.

Dean took the luggage from your car and stuffed it into the trunk of his Impala. You noted the dents in the front bumper were still there and the headlight was taped up with clear plastic. Dean said he’d been scouring salvage and junkyards for parts but had yet to find any to fit Baby with. You could tell he regretted the damage he’d done to her; it wasn’t her fault, just like how their upbringing wasn’t his. You could tell he connected with her on some spiritual level that people connected with inanimate objects.

When you got to Bobby and Jody’s, a short haired woman greeted Dean with a hug and you with a smile. Until she learnt that you were Y/N and then she pulled you in for a bear hug like you were family. You wondered exactly what Dean had told them about you. However, whatever it was seemed to make a good impression.

Dinner was great and you fell into easy conversation with Sam about his courses. He’d taken the heaviest workload he could and was struggling with studying, so you said you’d send him your playlist for concentrating. You had used it a lot throughout high school and only added to it over the years. It was a mix of easy listening pieces, movie scores, and instrumental works you knew Dean would probably hate.

Dean was delighted in the way you scarfed down your slice of cherry pie. Jody apparently made it for him every year and it was by far the best you’d ever tasted. No wonder he’d bragged about it for as long as he did.

By the end of the night you were full and exhausted from your time on the road. You had only stopped at one motel along the way, and it was a good day’s ride to Sioux Falls from home. So, as much as you would’ve liked to spend the night partying it up with Dean, you were thankful that he just wanted to get back to his apartment and watch a show on Netflix with you. 

Dean carried your bag up to their apartment and let you get first dibs on the shower. Sam, of course, went to bed as soon as you got back. It was late and he had that field trip the next day that he needed to be refreshed for. Dean didn’t seem to mind though, he was mostly concerned that you weren’t too tired to hangout. You lied and assured him that you weren’t since you were determined to be awake when the clock struck midnight. But you passed out on the couch as soon as he hit play.

You woke up well past midnight to Dean carrying you. You were too tired to protest and kept your eyes shut when he laid you down in his bed and tucked you in. Then he left and you fell asleep again mumbling a ‘Happy Birthday’ that he wouldn’t have heard.

In the morning you realized he had spent the night on the couch and you woke up snuggled into comforters that smelt like him. The only thing you missed was the heat of his body. It felt weird to miss something you never had.

“Hey, birthday boy.” You yawned, meeting Dean in the kitchen and wrapping your arms around him from behind.

“Hey, sleepyhead.” He said, patting your arms on his waist.

You heard him sizzling something on the stove. A drop of grease spit from the pan and landed on your arm, “Ow.” You released him and rubbed the spot on your arm, “What’s with you and bacon?” He chuckled and you hopped up on the counter stifling another yawn. “Where’s Sammy?”

“He left.”

“Already?”

“It’s the middle of the afternoon, Y/N.” He said and turned to face you. He looked equally as tired, probably from that damned couch.

“Sorry,” you muttered, “Why didn’t you wake me?”

“You were tired and it’s not like either of us have anywhere else to be today.” He shrugged and smiled, “I wanted to ask yesterday but I didn’t wanna pry. How long can you stay?”

“September,” you said hopefully and he laughed.

You technically hadn’t applied to college yet, but you were planning on taking something in the fall. You just didn’t know what and you were trying not to think about application deadlines.

You helped Dean make an early dinner since you hadn’t eaten yet. You peeled potatoes for his ‘famous bacon mashed potatoes’ and he grilled a steak on the small balcony sized barbecue outside. It took longer than a regular barbecue and the sun was setting by the time you sat down with your food in front of the TV. 

You were starving and ate quickly while Dean ate at his regular pace. His affinity for adding bacon to almost every recipe including mashed potatoes doing little to curb your appetite. It was actually pretty good and you both grabbed seconds. 

"This looks familiar," Dean chuckled, tugging the fabric of your hoodie between his fingers.

Your dinner plates abandoned on the coffee table to be rinsed and washed later. 

"I should think so," you grinned and blushed. "It's yours -It was yours, it's mine now."

You clutched the fabric of your hoodie in your hands. It was the sweater Dean had given you the night you met. You'd forgotten to give it back that night when he dropped you off at home and kept it ever since. It was worn but it was your favourite sweater now. It provided warmth and comfort over the years and there was no way you were giving it back. 

"Looks better on you anyways." Dean laid his arm along the back of the couch behind you.

"That's what I thought." You smiled at him and his other hand brushed your cheek, his fingertips grazing your jaw as he tucked some hair behind your ear.

"Did I tell you how happy I am that you're here?" He asked, his voice just above a whisper.

The show you were watching faded into the background and all you could hear and feel was the heartbeat in your chest thumping wildly. He held your gaze as his palm warmed your already fiery skin. You wanted him to kiss you but he didn't.

"You saved me, Y/N, I never told you that. I was just barely hanging on when I met you. Surviving everyday just for Sammy, but then you showed me the beauty in life and made me wanna fight for myself again. When I looked at you I saw a future, a glimpse of something that kept me going and maybe it was a fantasy, it felt like a dream, but now-"

You turned and kissed him, tucking your legs underneath yourself so you could push up on your knees to meet his lips with a little weight. Dean's hands clutched your waist, fingers pressing into your skin and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

It wasn't the kiss you wanted. He held back and a tear trailed down his cheek. You pulled apart your lips and he sniffled, his hands still gripping you like you would disappear.

“This can’t work.” He whispered and met your eyes, shaking his head. “You’re everything I want but this won’t end well, it can’t right now, Y/N.” 

What? You pushed your brows together, "I would never hurt you, Dean."

"No, but I won't let you hurt yourself either." He pushed you away.

“You’re scared. Of this, of us. That’s it, isn’t it?” You asked, pointing between you. 

He sighed and rubbed a palm down his face, “Y/N, you know that’s not true.”

“It’s not just about me, Dean. There’s another reason you’re holding back.”

“Cut me some slack, Y/N, it’s my birthday.” He said, playing the birthday card pretty fast like he had it in his back pocket. 

But you didn't drop it.

You placed your hand on his heart and raised his to lay over your breast. Each heartbeat thumping wildly enough to feel the vibrations in your palms.

"Do you feel that? Our hearts are wild, Dean. They wither in cages waiting to be broken. Do yourself a favour. Don't cage your wild heart, set it free." You pleaded. He was the only one you ever wanted, a feeling that was mutual as much as he fought it. "I know you love me."

He kissed you then and it was like lightning coursing through your veins. All thought was lost and your bodies mended together as he crawled over you. Your back pressed into the couch and he held his weight over you as his tongue gained entry to the warmth of your mouth. The air in your lungs replaced with the air in his and his hands grabbed at yours, linking your fingers together and pushing the backs of your palms into the cushions next to your head. 

You panted and hummed, breathing heavily through the nips and sucks to your lips and throat. You angled your hips up to his, wrapping your legs around him and pressing your heels into his backside but Dean didn’t close the distance to give you more friction. He just kept kissing you. 

You separated your hands from his and pawed at his henley. Dean sat up, pulling you with him and letting you push his shirt up his chest. You tugged it over his head and away from his arms, tossing it to the floor next to the couch.

He leaned in to kiss you again but you stopped him with a hand to his chest. The lamp next to you was lit and it was the first time you'd seen him bare chested. You felt the raised skin beneath your fingertips as his chest rose and fell with each breath.

The scar you had only seen the tail end of that night on the beach ran from his collarbone down the left side of his chest and into the waistband of his jeans towards his hip. Dean sighed when he saw the tears in your eyes and reached for his shirt.

"No, wait," you grabbed his hand and settled into his lap, wrapping yourself around him in a tight hug. You rubbed your hands over his shoulder blades feeling a myriad of raised skin, forming other unseen scars that covered his back. Your chin quivered, faced with the irrefutable proof of the pain his father inflicted on him and you let the tears drip onto the skin of his shoulder. "I'm so sorry. I knew what he did to you but somehow I still didn't know."

"It's over, Y/N, he's never going to touch me or Sam ever again. Not even when he gets out of prison. I'll kill him myself before that happens." He said as if he was promising himself.

You went to kiss him again but he turned away and pushed you off of his lap. You sat next to him on the couch and he slipped his shirt back on and rubbed the nape of his neck, then sighed as looked at you.

That look of lust in Dean's eyes was gone and now he was stopping whatever this was between you before it got out of hand. Even if it was the last thing either of you wanted.

"Y/N. My heart will always beat wild for you whenever we're together, but it's also like I can't think rationally when we're close like this. My mind and body are clouded by this fleeting feeling and when it's gone neither of us are going to feel any better about this. And that's exactly why this can't happen now. You're still trying to figure things out and I can't stand in the way of that. You're not done growing yet. So for now, my heart stays here," he tapped the left side of his chest twice, "And I'm not caging it, I'm containing it because if I released it, it would devour you."

"Couples grow together, Dean. Haven't you ever heard of growing old together."

"Couples grow together when the time is right." He brushed the sweat-dampened hair from his face.

"How do we know when the time is right?" You asked. 

"Because it'll be easy... natural.” He explained, cupping your cheek with his palm and running the pad of his thumb along your cheekbone. 

"I want it to be easy now." You said, grabbing his wrist as he pulled his hand away. 

"Trust me, me too. But when we get there, it'll be worth the wait because there will be nothing standing in our way. You'll know it's what you want." He said as if he still wasn't sure you wanted him.

"I know that now. I want you now." If there was one thing you were sure about, it was that. Your feelings for him had only cemented since you were sixteen.

"You think you know that now, Y/N. You're still young." He said like he still saw the girl he'd first met and finally pulled his hand away. 

"Just because I haven't figured out what I want to study doesn't mean I'm a baby. I may never know, Dean." You frowned.

You were more than old enough to know what you wanted in your romantic life. You wanted a man to treat you right like you knew Dean would. He'd proved it time and time again in almost every other way.

"I never said you were a baby. I just want you to take this time to focus on yourself. Be selfish for once. Do you really think it'll be easy to start something now when I live halfway across the country and who knows when we'll get to see each other again." He explained making too much sense for your dopamine soaked brain. "I won't lose you to some meaningless fling when that's the complete opposite of what I want." 

"Maybe, I could go to college here." You thought out loud but you liked the sounds of it.

"Or maybe you could figure out what you want rather than make decisions based on me."

"But, Dean-"

"Y/N, how can I ask you to move here for me and shape your life around me when this is only my home for the now."

"What do you mean?" You asked and sank back into the couch, feeling unwanted.

"Sam wants to transfer to Stanford Law after his degree here in USF. That gives me time to get some work experience and him some time to get to know the closest thing we have left to family. That means three and half years from now California will be our home and I don't know what comes after that. I can’t ask you to move with us, take you away from your family, your home, your friends, interrupt your own studies; that’s not fair to you. Maybe one day, when I can take a breath, when we’re both settled... All I want is you happy.” 

He was right. You had a chance at a life of your own, the only problem was that it wouldn’t include Dean. Not in any physical form anyhow and you were torn, between building a future, and the boy who taught you to care. 

"You make me happy." You decided.

"No. I would make you happy for now but it wouldn't last. You deserve more than that, more than I can give you right now. I plan on changing that, I plan on being the guy that can make your dreams come true, but right now, that's just a fantasy." He explained and shook his head like he could see a future that you couldn't. 

One where you were together, but how long would that take? A fantasy. That's exactly what it felt like, a fantasy, meaning it would never come true. He would just keep waiting and wasting time until it was too late.

You knew you didn't want that.

"You're saying 'right now' a lot but tomorrow never comes, Dean."

"Our tomorrow will." He said with conviction in the greens of his eyes. "Just not today, Y/N, sorry."

"All right...” You sighed when you saw Dean’s pout. The way his eyes pleaded for you to understand and you did. Being open to love took more than just turning a certain age and it wasn’t your time yet. “Okay, it’s okay, Dean, I get it.” You smiled, “Happy Birthday." 

Dean wasn’t ready. You could see he was overwhelmed and he was still figuring things out for himself. He was willing to wait for you two years ago, now you could wait for him. 

You stayed the rest of the month, helping out Dean in the garage with small jobs. Bobby didn’t object even though it probably took you twice the amount of time to change oil as it would if they did it themselves and they had to double check everything you did. Short of retightening a few bolts though, you thought you got the hang of it pretty quick.

When January turned to February and things were starting to get too comfortable, you knew you couldn’t continue to hide in Sioux Falls forever. You had to get back home and take that next step. Otherwise, you were in for a life standing still.

“Y/N, can you come here for a minute?” Dean called from the front door of his apartment.

“Hey,” you walked out from the kitchen, having just put a lasagna in the oven.

Bobby and Jody were coming over for dinner and Sam would be home from class soon. 

“Put your boots and coat on, I’ve got something to show you.” He bit back a beaming smile and raised his brows. 

“What’s this all about?” You asked, dressing in your winter gear.

“You’ll see,” he smirked and pulled your toque down over your eyes like a blindfold.

“Ugh, Dean, I don’t like this.” You said, stretching out your arms to feel around. 

“Two minutes, trust me.” He said, directing you out of the apartment and into the elevator.

You squirmed with his hands on your shoulders as he directed you out into the parking lot, snow crushing under your boots from the storm the night before. You trusted him but you were starting to lose your equilibrium. 

“All right, open your eyes.” Dean said, pulling off your toque to reveal the monstrosity of a truck in front of you; with orange paint the shade of a pumpkin. It was the shop truck you had helped him with your first day here. “Before you say anything, you’ll need wheels to get you home and then to college and anywhere else life takes you. I know you think the paint job is ugly but this truck is safe and reliable and best of all, I won’t worry about you driving it. Well... I’ll worry less.”

You shook your head, “The colour is perfect,” and it was, “And I’ll pay you back, I promise.”

“You already have, Y/N. You worked at the garage for no pay.” He said as if a week's pay would've been enough to afford the truck. 

“That was fun and you and I both know that I held you guys up all week.” You said and cocked your head with a shy smile. 

“No, you didn’t. We liked having you there, you boosted our morale, and Bobby and I wanted to do something to show our appreciation.” He said, holding out the keys for you and jingling them. "Please, just let me do this for you." 

You nodded, “I love it.” You launched yourself at him, hugging him tightly around the waist. “Thank you.” You kissed his cheek again and again. 

“Now, next time you visit I won’t have to worry about getting a call from you broken down on the side of the road.” He laughed, hugging you back and resting his chin on the top of your head.

“You won’t because it’s your turn to visit me next time.” 

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Part 7

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soccer stares - shauna shipman

summary - (y/n) didn't want to watch the last big soccer match of the season, but thanks to some misfortune, she wasn't given much of a choice (approx 1.6k words)

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being related to coach ben had its perks. you were able to get out of doing pe for the year, instead opting to ‘help him in the office’ (doing homework). you could also hide in his office when you felt too tired to go to class, though he often scolded you for it. still, you were his little sister and he loved you to bits, so at the end of the day, he always gave in. however, ben was as annoying as he was sweet. he always asked you to try out for the school’s ladies’ soccer team, yellowjackets, and every time he asked you, you would say no almost immediately. you were naturally talented at soccer, but you were also extremely reserved, preferring to read or people watch instead of running around in sweaty, short uniforms. the last time you had played, you must’ve been twelve. you were forced to join a soccer club because of your brother’s ties to the sport, and you complained every. single. practice session. truly, you had no interest in the sport, and you wished you could have nothing to do with it.

one morning, your car broke down on the way to school. everything had been fine, and suddenly, smoke began pooling out of the hood. stopping on the side of the road, you quickly jumped out of the vehicle, checking out the problem. “stupid piece of junk…”, you murmured irritatingly, being unable to pinpoint the cause of the smoke.

you arrived at school an hour late that day. between waiting for your car to be towed, and then having to walk the remaining distance, you were already annoyed. the day was getting off to a horrible start, and now you had to find ben, wherever he was.

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“yeah, of course i can give you a lift home,” ben nodded curtly, leaning against the door to the staff room, “but you know there’s a big match today?”

“ughhh,” you groaned, suddenly understanding why everyone was walking around with yellow and blue painted on their cheeks, “that’s fine, i can just sit in your office until it’s over.”

“no, (y/n), i actually want you to watch the game if that’s okay,” he smiled, as your eyebrows rose in shock.

“is this some weird attempt at you trying to recruit me again?”, you deadpanned, crossing your arms defiantly. you didn’t really mind watching the game, but you had already heard about enough soccer from living with your brother, let alone him trying to convince you to join all the time.

ben shook his head no before replying, “no, it’s just the biggest game of the season. i want as much support for the girls as possible – they’ve been practicing so hard all year. now, no excuses! see you at the game! i’ll leave a spot at the very front of the bleachers open for you.”

before you could reply with some sarcastic remark, ben swung the door of the office open, walking in. you stood for a second, grimacing at the idea of sitting at the front before snapping back into reality. “wait—ben!! I need a late slip!”

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you begrudgingly sat on your reserved seat as students whistled and chattered amongst themselves. it was quite chilly, considering the time of year, and you felt yourself shiver, pulling your hoodie over yourself. the sky was a beautiful shade of blue with a few odd clouds scattered within it. the sun shone brightly behind you, heating your back up.

you wondered what the girls were doing right now - they were probably in the changing rooms, doing each other’s hair, singing, dancing to music, and bantering. you almost envied it, longing for a close friendship with a team. suddenly, you were pulled out of your thoughts by a pair of two fingers sliding across your cheeks.

“hey!”, you shrieked as your brother laughed, pulling himself away from you before you could punch his arm.

“just popping some paint on you! lighten up and show some support!”, he chuckled, “it’ll be over before you know it.”

almost immediately after, eleven girls ran onto the field in a line. the crowd erupted into a loud cheer as students whistled, screamed, and waved their arms enthusiastically. then the second team ran onto the field, eliciting slightly less enthusiastic cheers. their coach walked over to ben, giving him a firm handshake and began to introduce himself. you watched your brother for a brief moment before focusing on the girls. they chatted amongst themselves, laughing on occasion.

eventually, ben huddled them together and began to talk strategy with them. before you knew it, the game began. there was a ginger girl in the goals, watching the ball intensely. your eyes began to scan the other teammates, noticing a tall, pretty girl with brown hair and curtain bangs, a bleach blonde girl who looked way too alternative to be playing soccer, and then your eyes fell on her. number six. she had dark brown hair with sharp cheekbones. you studied her as if she was a painting, following her as she dashed through the field, dominating the other team with her impressive footwork. she stood out from all the other players, and you couldn’t help but stare. eventually, your worst nightmare came through, her making eye contact with you she was brushing sweaty loose hairs out of her face. she winked at you, smirking a little, and oh no, you melted. she looked like a goddess. you fidgeted with the hems of your hoodie as she got back into the spirit of things, sprinting towards the ball again, much to the dismay of the opposing team.

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once half-time hit, your brother approached you, snapping you out of your longing staring. he followed your gaze, laughing when he noticed number six. “up you get,” he stated, pulling you up by your arm.

“huh?,” you shook your head, looking at him.

“you’re going to hand out water to the team while i go and talk with coach martinez. chop chop!”, he gave you a gentle slap on the back, then turned to talk to his coworker. you grimaced, grabbing the case of waters, and approaching the girls who were all huddled together near a bench. your hands quickly grew sweaty as you walked closer towards number six. you were not mentally prepared to communicate with other people, let alone such an attractive person.

“girls, water!”, number nine announced, turning around towards you. ten more pairs of eyes followed suit, and you suddenly felt extremely small under the pressure of silence. each girl took their turn collecting a water off you, thanking you every time. last but not least, number six came over.

“you’re coach ben’s sister, right?”, she started. upon your affirming nod, she smiled, “awesome! i’m shauna. it’s lovely to finally meet you. he always talks about you.”

“he does?,” you mumbled, barely able to verbalise your words. she was too beautiful, you decided, and at this point, you were doing to fumble her. “what does he say about me?”

“oh,” she giggled, “he just complains about how you won’t join the team. i imagine you hear enough of it at home.”

you looked at her for a moment before sighing, “yeah. soccer’s just not my thing. i wish he’d lay off.”

she nodded along and listened to you as you went on a mini rant. after about thirty seconds, you snapped to your senses, suddenly coming to a stop. your cheeks grew rosy, and you felt yourself become small and uncomfortable in your own shoes. shauna rubbed your upper arm reassuringly, causing you to feel electricity course through your spine. she looked you in the eyes with her intense brown orbs, grinning gently. “soccer’s not your thing, huh?,” she batted her eyelashes, “i don’t know about that, you seemed pretty engrossed in watching me.”

“i.. uhh… err…”, your brain short circuited as you completely forgot how to talk. you looked like a deer in the headlights, causing shauna to smirk devilishly.

“your name?”

“huh?”, you said, before suddenly realising you never introduced yourself. “shit! i’m (y/n).”

she burst into laughter as you spluttered a poor introduction, placing a hand on your shoulder to ground you. “take it easy, it’s all good. i’m only messing with you.”

“i know, i’m sorry. i don’t know what’s gotten into me,” you explain, not wanting to tell the breathtaking brunette that you were feeling Very Gay Thoughts about her.

she finally calmed down, leaning against you as her frame shook from her unsteady breaths; a consequence of laughing so hard. you smiled sheepishly at the ginger girl you saw in the goals earlier as she raised an eyebrow at you. she elbowed her teammate, another girl with gorgeous frizzy brown hair donning the number eight on her jumper, who followed her line of sight. the two of them watched you and shauna sweetly for a moment, before continuing their conversation.  

suddenly, you heard the loud shriek of a whistle as coach ben and coach martinez strutted over. “okay girls!”, ben announced, “huddle!”

shauna gave you a final look. “looks like it’s time for me to go. it was lovely meeting you, (y/n), and i can’t wait to see you watch me at future practices. cute face paint, by the way.”

before you could reply, she ruffled your hair, her hand lingering for a moment. she then left you standing there, jogging towards her team. your entire face must’ve turned a deep crimson shade, as you suddenly became aware of the cool breeze around you. recollecting yourself, you turned on your heel to return to the spot you had previously sat in, excited to watch the remainder of the game.

maybe driving home with ben wasn’t the worst of ideas after all. from there on, you knew that you would watch every single practice and match if it meant being able to admire the pretty brunette again.

[coldfanbou]

Roadside Help

Into the land of Dubcon and GP with LE and Saebyeol for day 4 of kinktober

Length 1.7K

Saebyeol x GP LE

Saebyeol smashed her fists against her steering wheel. “You stupid piece of junk!” She yelled. She pushed open the car door and sighed as she stood on the side of the road. She looked to either side of the road and saw nothing; the sun was going down, and it would be dark soon. Checking her phone, Saebyeol saw there was no signal. Her grip on the handset tightened. She ran her hands through her hair, frustrated that she’d be stuck in the middle of nowhere. After a few minutes, she got back in her car and tried starting it again. Nothing. Saebyeol hangs her head in defeat. Turning on the emergency lights, Saebyeol sits in her car and shuts her eyes.

Sometime later, she wakes up to someone knocking on her window. She panics as she wakes up until she remembers her situation. Saebyeol looks at the woman knocking on the window, wearing a baseball cap and overalls over a jumpsuit. "She looks like a mechanic," which raises Saebyeol’s hopes of getting out of there. 

She rolls down the windows, and the woman starts speaking, “Having some car trouble?”

“Yeah, and I have no signal up here.” 

“Well, I’m no mechanic, but I can check your car.” Saebyeol’s heart drops, but she wouldn’t reject this woman’s help. 

“That would be great, thank you…I didn’t get your name, sorry.”

“Call me LE.” LE goes around to the front of the car. “Pop the hood.” She shouts, and Saebyeol does so after a few seconds of fumbling around, trying to find the button. Minutes go by with LE checking out the car. The pair work together, turning the car on and seeing what could be the problem in the few seconds it stays powered. LE returns to the window. “Unfortunately, there's going to be a problem with your engine, and there’s not much I can do. I can take you with me, though. Then, tomorrow, you can call a tow truck. But I won’t do it for free.”

“I can give you some money,” Saebyeol says, looking through her purse.

LE stares at Saebyeol, eyeing her lovely body. She felt a little hot as she looked at the woman. “I don’t want money; I want something else.” Saebyeol turns to LE and sees the look in her eyes. “It’s been a while since I’ve had sex,” LE says. Saebyeol gulped, knowing that cars were rare on this road and that she’d probably be stuck for a long time. She reluctantly agrees. “I’m happy we could make a deal.” LE starts walking away before stopping and turning back as she notices Saebyeol staying in her car. “Well? Are you coming?” Saebyeol frowns before opening her door and making the walk over. She saw LE was driving a large truck; the cab itself was extended, and there would be enough space for a bed. LE checks out the younger woman; a white crop top and tight jeans made her look sexy. She bit her lip, excited to get started. 

Climbing into the cab, LE motioned for Saebyeol to get in the back; Saebyeol followed along and prepared herself; it would be the first time she’d have sex with another woman. She slowed her breath, trying to calm herself. LE unhooks the straps of her overalls and lets them fall. Her overalls fall to waist level, and she opens her jumpsuit to reveal her heavy breasts.  She eyes Saebyeol and flicks her eyes downward as if to tell her to help. Saebyeol frowns; having to help wasn't what she wanted, but she followed along. She pulled on the bottom of LE's overalls until they were off. LE, meanwhile, had slipped her upper body out of her jumpsuit. She slowly pulled down on her zipper, reaching her crotch and leaving Saebyeol in shock. She hadn't expected the woman before her to have a cock. The largest she had seen as well. Saebyeol had heard of some women having cocks, but she hadn't seen one in person.

LE, unabashedly, motions down to her hard cock. "Well, I need you to get it wet for me." She says before sitting down on the bed. The younger woman gulps and approaches LE's cock, grasping it hesitantly and looking up at LE. The older woman nods her head, and Saebyeol presses her lips against the tip. The feeling of the beautiful woman's lips on her cock made LE moan. She held Saebyeol’s hair up as the woman spat on her cock and stroked her shaft. "Oh, fuck. It's been so long." LE moans quietly. Saebyeol struggled to wrap her hand around LE's shaft and would have to switch hands every so often, getting tired of having her hand stretched wide. Once the older woman's cock was sufficiently wet, she was given another order. "You kissed it first. I want to feel your tongue around my cock." Saebyeol frowned again but did as she was told; she pressed her lips against the tip of LE's cock and slowly took it into her mouth. The thickness of it was too much; Saebyeol felt like her jaw would break if she tried to take it all in her mouth. She could only hear LE's moans and then felt her hand on the back of her head. Saebyeol swirled her tongue around the older woman's cock, hoping to satisfy her quickly and be let go. She began to bob her head, and LE would coo feeling Saebyeol’s warm tongue move around her cock. "You're good; you do this often? Are you a little cocksucker?" LE asked, mocking Saebyeol.

Saebyeol pulls away, coughing a few times. "I'm a good little cocksucker." She says. It brings a smile to LE's face.

"Good to know, but I want to move on. We have a long drive ahead of us, and I still have a job to do." LE pushes the younger woman onto her back before flipping her onto her stomach. She raises Saebyeol’s skirt and moves her panties to the side. Positioning herself at Saebyeol’s entrance, LE warns her before diving in. "This is for me. I'm not going to be gentle." Saebyeol braces herself, but nothing can change LE's size. The older woman pushes her head into Saebyeol’s cunt before ramming her length inside. 

"Fucking shit," Saebyeol says through gritted teeth. It felt like she was being split in two. LE, on the other hand, moaned loudly, loving the feeling of Saebyeol’s tight cunt wrapped around her cock. She started thrusting immediately, pounding the younger woman's cunt without relenting. LE snuck her hand under Saebyeol’s body and pulled down the woman's top before playing with her breasts. After a few minutes, Saebyeol began to moan. Her pain was turning to pleasure; she felt full, and the cock inside her was stirring her insides and breaking her. Her eyes began to roll into the back of her head as she felt the older woman's cock drag itself out of her before slamming back inside.

"You like that bitch?" LE says as she pulls her hand back and slams it into Saebyeol’s ass. 

"I love it!" Saebyeol cries. The words left her mouth before she could fully process the question. 

"Oh, you love it, do ya?" LE says with a smirk. She continues to pound the younger woman, driving her cock in. Pinning Saebyeol to the bed with one hand, she slaps the younger woman's ass as hard as possible. Saebyeol’s moans grow louder as she tries to press her ass against LE's crotch. "I didn't think you'd be such a slut. Maybe you should travel with me. Then you can have this cock as much as you'd like."  Saebyeol smiles and laughs in response.  LE begins to near her orgasm, the tightness of Saebyeol’s cunt becoming too much. Deciding to cum inside the younger woman, she continues to thrust without care. Her speed picks up, and she's practically burying Saebyeol into the bed. Saebyeol struggles to move; she grips the bedsheets. The younger woman cums before LE; like a sudden explosion, she screams as her juices come rushing out, and she squirts onto the bed. The nectar running over LE's cock spurns her to keep thrusting, prolonging Saebyeol’s orgasm. LE gives Saebyeol no verbal warning; the only sign she would get was LE's twitching cock inside her. LE presses her hand on Saebyeol’s lower back, getting her to arch it as she impales her cunt. A few more hard thrusts and LE buries her cock inside the younger woman, filling her with cum.

Saebyeol moans loudly, feeling the hot liquid pour into her womb. She feels fuller than before, and her body goes limp. "Aww, did I break you?" LE says from on top of the younger woman. "Just be glad I didn't want anal today. Not that I didn't think about it." She says, spanking Saebyeol one more time. When Le pulls out, she places a pasty over Saebyeol’s cunt. "Can't have any of my baby batter leaking out of you, can I?" 

LE puts her jumpsuit back on and starts driving like nothing happened. Saebyeol remains in the position she was left in, face down and ass up, a large handprint on her ass from the spanking she received. Her eyes grow heavy, and she falls asleep on the bed, waking only when LE shakes her. "Wake up, we're at the yard. You can find your way home from here." 

"Huh?" Saebyeol says, wiping her hair from her face. 

"You can find your way home from here. I'm going to finish my job." Saebyeol grabs her things before stepping out of the truck. LE gets out and comes up behind Saebyeol, slapping her ass before squeezing her breast with one hand. "Why don't you give me your number? We can have a little fun when I return to town." LE plays with Saebyeol’s lips, "I still have two holes I want to cum in. What do you say?" Saebyeol whimpers in the arms of LE and hands over her number, knowing how much she would struggle anytime they decide to do it.

[nixie-writes]

Blitz and Stolas raise reader from an egg

What a way to come back to the dead with a commission I received from @thebattlecats2001 a little while back. This will probably be in queue for a while so Idk when this will post.

Blitz found himself in Greed once again, digging through the leftovers of his utter destruction of LooLoo Land to find something worth the effort. He passed by several tubs full of green liquid he didn’t have the guts to touch. Along his travels through the construction center he spied imps at the border of Notamafiatown, cornering an unlucky imp who probably didn’t pay back their loan or something. He turned to have deniability and ignored the cries and gunshots; he wasn’t here to witness a murder. Instead he reached his hand into some old junk and pulled out a long gun with a few rounds still inside. 

He was observing the old Tommy gun when he noticed, from the corner of his eye, a small bag fall over. Bags don’t move on their own. Approaching the sentient bag he found it had the unmistakable Mammon logo on it, and inside was something shivering. He reconsidered his options with this bag. Did he need to open it? What if he found a half dead body in there? At the same time, he could also find money or other valuables. He wasn’t quite sure. Abandoning his hesitance he grabbed the bag. 

Opening the bag he was met with a trembling egg. It was white with red spots adorning it. Digging around he saw the egg was in a poorly built little basket filled with rocks and soft blankets. Before he pulled out of the bag he spied a small sheet of paper and, examining it closer, found it was a letter. Swiping the letter from the bag he glanced across the words, taking in the details. 

To Whoever Finds This,

This is my egg, my baby. I can no longer care for it; I’m sick and frail. The father insisted we leave the egg outside for a loving family to find. Please be kind to my egg, it’s all I have and I have to let it go. Thank you. 

Blitz sighed to himself. Only he would find himself in this dilemma. Tucking the letter in his pocket he wrapped his tail around the egg and lifted it up, carrying it with him away from what used to be LooLoo Land. He gently sat it in the seat next to him and started up his little car, driving away. 

Upon arriving home, Blitz gently laid the egg on his bed. He had no idea what the hell to do with it. Loona would be home soon and she’d probably tell him to just take it to an orphanage. He didn’t exactly want to do that. He felt a little bad for the egg. It had no home, no parents, it was out on its luck. 

Pulling together some blankets and a heating pad he got the egg all comfy to maybe help it stop shivering. It didn’t seem to help but at least the poor thing was warm. He was trying to find out what it may be when he was interrupted by a familiar ringtone on his phone. He answered and put the phone to his ear. “Hey Stolas,” he greeted in a distracted voice. 

“Blitzy!” a jovial voice greeted him. Blitz listened to Stolas as he gave a rundown of his day, talking about the fun he and Octavia had at a local fair and how he won Via a stuffed bear. They certainly seemed to be a happy family. Blitz couldn’t help but think that this egg he found deserved that much at least. Then it clicked in his mind. 

“Hey, Stolas,” he prompted over the phone. “Not to be weird but, I found this egg that’s definitely alive and it has no family. Think you can take it? I sure as hell can’t.” His offer was met by a squeal of delight. “I’ll take that as a yes; see you in twenty.”

Arriving at the palace with egg in tow Blitz sat in Stolas’ room, waiting for him to come in. As he waited he took glimpses at the books Stolas collected. He had many about plants and herbs, a few about toads in specific, and one book that stuck out to him - a book about pirates. It was heartwarming to know Stolas remembered his childhood fascination with pirates and even got a book about them just so the two could have something to talk about. 

Stolas entered the room with two cups of coffee, one in each hand. He offered Blitz a cup and sat down across from him. “So this is the egg you mentioned?” he asked, pointing to the egg Blitz had brought in. Blitz nodded his head; “yep, that’s the little one. Think you can take it in?” Stolas hummed. “I could but, it needs two parents to have a healthy childhood and I don’t think Stella meets the criteria. You have experience raising kids, who do you think would be a good co-parent?” 

Blitz scoffed. “Me, duh! Tell you what, I’ll come by every day before going home and check on the little guy before going home. I’m busy but I can work that into my schedule. Then once it hatches, I can move in. Good deal?” Blitz held out a hand to shake. Stolas took his hand and shook it. “Now to break this to Octavia…” Stolas hummed. “I leave that to you,” Blitz laughed awkwardly. 

** Time Skip **

Stolas yawned, flipping open a newspaper using his magic and skimming through everything on the pages. Blitz sat at the table, sipping a cup of coffee and doodling some horses. Octavia stood near the fridge, feeding the carnivorous plant a T-Bone steak. It was a seemingly quiet morning…Almost too quiet. 

“Has anyone seen [Y/N]?” Octavia asked when she’d finished feeding the plant. Blitz shrugged, not looking up from his paper. “I dunno, haven’t seen him since I woke up.” Stolas hummed. “I would imagine he’s still asleep,” he suggested. 

Octavia sighed and left the kitchen, looking around for [Y/N]. She took a peek in each open room and found nothing. She searched the play room and was met with nothing but strewn out toys and markers next to an open coloring book of horses he and Blithad been coloring the night before. She was beginning to worry. It wasn’t until she looked in her room again she was met with the sight of her red-feathered little brother. “[Y/N]! I’ve been looking all over for you!”

You climbed off her bed, a coloring book under your feathery arm. “Hi sissy! Look at my coloring book!” You held up your book of horses to Octavia and she smiled at your crudely colored pictures. You weren’t yet old enough to color in the lines and you didn’t seem interested in learning when Octavia tried teaching you. It was hard to distinguish between your drawings and Blitz’s drawings. 

Pointing at a horse you’d colored you announced, “this is Stapler!” Octavia laughed and patted you on the head. Scooping you up in her arms she headed back to the kitchen where Stolas and Blitz were. “I found our little artist,” she announced as she sat you down. You made a break to Blitz, your feathers fluffed up in excitement. “Look, look! I drew Stapler!” You squealed, shoving the coloring book in Blitz’s face. 

“Yeah, I see that. Way to go, champ!” Blitz congratulated, patting you on the head. You giggled, turning to Stolas. “Can we read the book about pirates again?” you inquired, bouncing up and down. “Of course my little captain,” Stolas agreed. You fist pumped the air, squeaking in excitement. “All right!” You squealed. Octavia giggled from the entrance to the kitchen. 

Approaching Stolas Octavia spoke in a soft voice. “Things have been a lot better since Blitz brought that egg,” she mused. Stolas nodded in agreement. “When you have a child you’ll understand the appeal,” Stolas promised. 

[foreverrandomwritings]

What’s In The Vows?-Part 4/5

Summary: It’s finally yours and Natashas wedding day. Will everything go to plan? Will tears be shed? 

Pairing: Natasha “Phoenix” Trace x afab!Reader

Warnings: Super fluff, sex mentioned at the end, mentions of alcohol and drinking. I don’t think theres anything else though. 

Word count: 1719

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A/N: This can be read as a stand alone but will probably make more sense reading the other parts first. “What’s In The Envelope/Box/Plane?” The venue in this story is actually a venue I found doing research. 

You and Natasha had planned your wedding quickly after you had proposed to her. You had both realized she could be called away for a mission anyday and wanted to plan everything together. By some miracle there was an opening at Darlington House and you had booked it for June 3rd. 

The ceremony would be outside and the reception a mix of inside and outside. The florist, DJ and baker were all found quickly. The venue included catering. There would be an open bar. Penny knew someone that did photography and had availability. Natasha had decided against dress whites. The both of you found your dresses and had them sent for adjustments within a week of the planning starting. 

Phoenix had asked Bradley, Bob, her younger brother and sister to all be a part of her wedding party. You had asked your chosen 4 as well. Pete would be officiating the wedding. Jake and Javy were going to be flowermen and ushers. The whole squad had somehow gotten approved for that day off. Meaning no one could be sent on a mission that would overlap with the day. The both of you wanted to be sure they could all attend as they were practically family. 

The bridal shower, engagement party and bachelorette parties were all on one day and combined. Neither of you wanted to do your own things for the Bachelorette party and also wanted her younger siblings to be able to enjoy it. So it was basically just everyone involved in the parties hanging out watching movies eating junk food.

As the day approached you were both growing jittery. Not at all nervous as the both of you were excited to spend the rest of your lives together. But you both wanted everything to go to plan. You had decided to stay the night before and night of at a nice bed and breakfast close to the venue. 

You had whispered sweet nothings to each other as you laid in bed together the night before. Tangled in the sheets and each other. Soaking in the calmness of the night together, the buzz of the wine from the rehearsal dinner still vibrating through your bodies. Until the two of you fell into a blissful slumber nothing but a mess of limbs and even breaths. 

The morning of the wedding was spent peppering each other’s bodies in lazy kisses. Embracing the peace of your quiet room before the rushed hours to follow. There was an early breakfast in bed feeding each other various foods in between your giddy giggles. Looks of love and adoration were shared. 

Then Bradley came knocking on the door saying your time was up and he needed Nat to start getting ready. So the two of you reluctantly separated, a final kiss planted upon each other's lips as she slipped out of the room. Bradley took his job as man of honor very seriously and had already made sure Bob and her younger siblings were in the bronco before pushing her out the front door of the quaint bed and breakfast. 

You were whisked away to the venue shortly after with your entourage in tow. The both of you had packed everything you’d need in the trunks of your respective cars the night before. It was easy to get set up in your rooms and before you knew it you were heading out the door for your first look. 

The both of you had decided to do the first look in one of the many gardens the Darlington House had. You both had tears in your eyes as you saw each other. She had on a form fitting white dress that accentuated every curve of her body nicely. There were pearls and lace placed in the perfect places. The back was cut low exposing most of the skin underneath. The neckline was just low enough to expose her collarbones and worked into lacy sleeves along her arms.

Her hair was in a messy styled updo with occasional strands of hair hanging out. She had on a subtle makeup look. She had forgone jewelry except for a pair of pearl earrings her grandmother had gifted her. She looked utterly radiant. 

“You look absolutely stunning, baby girl.” She had whispered to you as she held your hips in her hands staring into your eyes. You rested your forehead against hers as you resisted the urge to kiss her just yet. 

“I have never seen a sight as breathtaking as you sweetheart.” You said breathlessly as you brought your hands to rest on her cheeks. Then you were kissing her, slow and sweet. Wanting to mark your last kiss as Fiancés as memorable as your first kiss as Wives would be. You pulled away and rested your forehead against hers once again. 

“Let's get married, Nat.” You spoke to her as you finally pulled your hands away from her face. She gave you a final peck on the lips before parting ways with you. 

She was walked down the aisle first by both of her parents. Then you were walked down next by your respective people. Seeing her standing at the altar had your heart fluttering. You had dreamt of this day as soon as you saw her in that bar all those years ago. You just never imagined it would be as amazing as you’d hoped. 

You joined hands with her as you passed your bouquet off. You wore matching smiles on your face. Full of love and hope and trust. It was a feeling like no other when your eyes connected with hers. Tears springing forwards once again. But you held them back, desperately wanting to see her clearly. 

“We are gathered here today to join these two wonderful women in matrimony.” Pete began the ceremony.

“They have decided to speak their own vows, Natasha will go first.” He gestured towards the woman standing across from you. You squeezed her hands as she took a deep and shaky breath. 

“Growing up I was always certain of one thing. I was going to be a pilot in the navy. After I finally achieved that I wasn’t certain about anything anymore. I had never thought about life beyond flying a super hornet. That was until the day I met you. I was confident then that I was going to marry you. As I stand before you today I am now confident that I will spend the rest of my life fighting to get home to you. You will always be something, someone I am confident in. You have been an unwavering support in my life for so long now. I will love and cherish you for the rest of my days, baby girl.” Tears were steady along your cheeks as she finished her words. She brought one hand up to wipe them away giving you a smile that meant so many things; reassurance, commitment and unconditional love. With a squeeze of your hand that was still connected to hers you began to speak. 

“I have feared many things in my life. I have feared the unknown of what the future would hold for me. I have feared heights and I have feared not having you come home to me. But the one thing I have never feared is loving you. I know with you by my side I will never have to fear again. I will not fear the future because I know it holds you. I will not fear heights because it is something you crave and find peace in. I will not fear you not coming home because I know you will fight with everything you have to come home to me. Sweetheart, I will love and support you for as long as forever lasts.” Then it was your turn to reach up and wipe at her tear stained cheeks. You stared at each other like it was the day at the bar all those years ago. You were completely entranced by each other that the world around you came to a halt. It took Pete loudly clearing his throat for your eyes to separate. 

“May I please have the rings?” He turned to Bradley who quickly reached into his pocket and handed them towards the captain. You steadily slipped the rings onto each other's fingers as he went over the meaning of the rings. Then you waited with bated breath to finally have her lips on hers. 

“You may now kiss the bride.” He spoke out and that’s all it took for the both of you to surge forward. 

Your lips crashed upon one another as steady as waves crashing upon the shore. Your hands wove around her neck as hers cradled your cheeks. The kiss was confidence and happiness. Once you pulled back from each other lightheaded and blissed you let out a quiet giggle. She smirked at you as she pulled you back towards her, giving you another slow kiss. Lips making promises of your future together. 

After what felt like only a moment you were twirling around the dance floor enjoying your first dance as a married couple. You had picked a song that had been on in the bar the night you first met. You hadn’t needed dancing lessons as you both decided to just wing it. It was full of laughs and stolen kisses. 

Then came the time for speeches. They started out as Bradley cracking a joke and then crying towards the end at the thought of his best friend being married. Bob came up and wished the two of you luck. Then it was her siblings who were laughing through the whole thing. Her parents gave a brief sentimental one. It worked quickly through your party. 

Before you knew it the night was coming to a close and you were both climbing into the back of one of Petes' many restored cars. He whisked you away as the crowd cheered and roared behind you. You held each other's hands trying to keep them off each other until you could get into your room at the bed and breakfast. You had both gotten breathtaking lingerie pieces for the night and couldn’t wait to see the other adorning them. You both looked forward to the honeymoon awaiting you Monday morning.

A/N: The Honeymoon part will be coming up soon. That part will most likely include smut.

Tags(open): @wkndwlff & @sylviebell​

[hypnolurker]

I’m Not a Whore

I’m not a whore, OK? I mean what I’m about to do is…well it’s disgusting and degrading and I know it’s a terrible, immoral thing to do but I’m not like that. I don’t like the idea of what I about to do. I wouldn’t be making this choice if I wasn’t desperate and it’s just this once. Just one time. I’m not a whore.

Let me explain. I’m not a wealthy woman. I didn’t go to college or grow up in a well off household and I had to struggle to get work. I work a minimum wage job, live in a cheap apartment and I can just about afford the rent, food and fuel for my hunk of junk that I call a car. I don’t enjoy driving something which feels like it could explode at any moment but it’s not like I can afford a new car and public transport around here is…well…nonexistent. So when my much needed vehicle finally gave in and completely broke down on the way to work today I was understandably concerned. Not just that, I was pissed.

I got it towed and made it into work eventually by hitchhiking but it was hard to concentrate considering how totally fucked I was! I don’t have the money for this shit. I know I can’t afford a new car and when I made it to the garage after work I got the bill for repairs. $500! Fuck! My insurance doesn’t cover my car being an unreliable load of shit so I’m not getting anything from them. Would’ve been better if I crashed. Now if you’re living a life of luxury with a stable job and a decent sized savings account it’s not even a setback. Get your car repaired, get back to work, no problem! However, I am not so lucky, I don’t have anything saved up and none of my friends are gonna lend me that much money, they have issues of their own. So I can’t afford to get it repaired but at the same time I can’t afford not to get to work!

This is where Jeremy comes in. He owns the garage. I’ve been to him a few times, considering the state of my car it’s no surprise, but I always found him creepy. The way he leers at me whenever I come in, grins and looks my body up and down. I try to ignore it but this time he was more confident in his lecherous and perverted ogling. Before I could call him out he propositioned me.

See, he could tell I was stressed about this bill and he probably had a good idea of the state of my financial troubles. So he figured he would help me out by making a ‘friendly offer’ to pay out of pocket for the repairs so I could get back to work without an issue. I actually almost thanked him. I was tearing up a little in joy until I noticed the way he was looking at me with a devilish smile spread over his face. He wanted something in return, it turned out.

“Just one night. I’ll take care of you and your busted up old motor. Think of it like a favour for my kindness. You’ll enjoy it.” He told me as he tried to convince me.

At first I was shocked. I slapped him square in the face in disgust and burst out of there. Who the fuck did he think I was? Some kind of prostitute? Just because I work a terrible job for barely any money doesn’t mean I have no dignity. I don’t sell myself for cash. I would never.

That’s what I was thinking as I left. I was just so angry and offended. The insinuation that I was so desperate and pathetic that I needed his help. Like he was some saviour and I’m some princess in need of rescue. No, more like a peasant begging for the generous Jeremy’s charity. Of course as I was walking away I started to calm down. Slowly the worries took over and as I scoured my mind for an alternative it began to sink in. I really fucking need his money.

Sometimes life just fucks you over. It’s not your fault. I didn’t want to end up here but now I am. I’m in Jeremy’s bedroom. I accepted his offer. I stood outside his garage debating it for a while but it was inevitable. Sometimes you have to let go of your pride and do something you know you’re going to regret later. So now I’m stripping in front of this guy who’s basically a stranger. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve never been in touch with my sexual side. I mean, I’m attractive but never had the confidence to show it off. So now I’m nervously pulling down my skirt, kicking it away as I glance up at Jeremy. Half wanting to cover myself up, half hoping he’s enjoying the show. I mean, I don’t really want him to look at me but if I’m doing this I feel obligated to be sexy and to please him.

God that’s degrading. I have to please him. It’s not like I want to. I’m just doing this because I have to. I’m just taking my top and bra off seductively and cupping my breasts because it’s what I have to do. Sliding my panties off because he’s making me. I don’t want to be his sexy little whore I just need the money. It’s just this one time.

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Ugh god! He’s grabbing me! It’s more forceful than I expected. I guess he doesn’t really have to treat me like a woman. Not tonight. Tonight I’m not me. Tonight I’m his to play with. I don’t care. I just want to get this over with and move on. I just want to…oh! Fuck! His cock is sliding into me…damn it’s big! I didn’t look as he was taking off his pants, tried to focus on my little stripshow and forget he was there, staring and getting harder and ready to fuck me. Now that his cock is inside my private hole I don’t know how to feel. I’m blushing and squeezing my eyes shut. I can’t pretend this isn’t happening, it’s too real. His thick cock pushing against my insides…his hands wrapping around my body, pawing at my breasts…his breath on the back of my neck as he pulls me in closer and starts to pump into me like an animal mating. I’m pushed up against a ladder in his garage as he pounds my body mercilessly and all I can do is whimper and let him do it. I need the money.

That night, that first night seemed to go on and on. Everything about it was degrading and humiliating. The way I felt was impossible to explain. Frustrated and trapped. Detached and confused. Embarrassed and horny. Emotions and thoughts just flooded my brain the whole time. I hated it but at the same time there was a kind of rush there. There was something deep down that liked it. It was hard to deny that I got a kind of twisted pleasure out of how debasing and depraved this was. The idea that I was whoring myself out to this man. Of course I pushed that away and kept telling myself I wasn’t a whore and I didn’t enjoy this. Didn’t stop me from becoming flushed and ending up more than a little wet as he took advantage of me.

He filled me with his cum and I felt it dripping out of my pussy. Leaking and running down my thighs, along the inside of my legs. Afterwards I felt dirty. Soiled. Ruined. I threw on my clothes without cleaning up and he drove me home. The cooling cum still coating my body. I felt it inside me, I felt it dribbling out of me. I was like a used condom, oozing his seed after he finished with me. Now he was throwing me out. It was a disgusting thought and I ignored the strangely pleasurable chill it gave me.

That was the only time. Just then. That’s what I told myself. That’s what I kept telling myself as I tried to forget about that night. Until a few months later. Still scraping by struggling to pay rent and praying for a better job to come along soon I got an unexpected call. It was Jeremy.

“I don’t know if you want to, but if you’re still strapped for cash I have a few friends. Told them about how you’re a hot young piece of ass and you’re not afraid to…get a bit dirty, shall we say, for their help.” He told me.

Once again I was pissed. I swore loudly and hung up immediately. He just brought up that night as I was trying to forget about it! He basically called me a prostitute to his filthy asshole friends and he thought I wanted to whore myself out for him again? I mean, I guess I did it that one time but…I had to. That time didn’t count. Now though, why would I take up his disgusting offer this time? I suppose I am behind on the rent this month but it’s not like I haven’t been in this situation before. Plus my TV is also busted. I mean, TV isn’t essential and I’m getting by without it but it doesn’t look like I’ll be getting a new one soon if I don’t do something.

No! What am I thinking? Why would I cheapen myself and let go of more of my dignity just for some quick cash? I’m not a cheap whore. I mean, it’s tempting…it wouldn’t have to take all night this time. I could…I could get them off quickly. You know, use my body to make them cum instead of shutting my mind off and trying to escape the situation so it goes faster. If each was willing to pay a few hundred bucks then I could pay rent, get a new TV and have a bit of cash let over to put in the bank all in what, a matter of hours? Oh fuck…I’m gonna call Jeremy back.

So, we worked out an arrangement. Jeremy has 5 friends who are interested and wanted to 'meet’ me. $200 per guy, they have to wear a condom and my ass is off limits but otherwise it’s up to them how we do it. Everyone agreed and he set up the meetings. I felty so dirty just discussing it. Like, every time he mentioned a detail I asked myself if I could just change my mind. Tell him to fuck off and end this bullshit. Putting a price on my body like I’m a fucking sex object? It’s just so fucking degrading! Am I really going to fuck 5 guys I never met? For money? Is this a good idea? It’s feels so degrading and vile but at the same time…well…I don’t want to admit it but I’m kind of getting turned on at the idea. Well, I am into guys and in my imagination I’m going to be meeting up with these 5 hunks who are all chiselled and dreamy. It’s not my fault that the idea of meeting up with a hot stranger and having sex turns me on, who wouldn’t be turned on at least a little? It’s not slutty. I’m not a whore…not really…

Ok. I’m fucking the last guy now. They…weren’t what I was hoping. They were all kind of normal, maybe a bit ugly guys and they aren’t exactly my type either but I tried to ignore that. If I just keep the images of handsome guys in my head I can get into it. I’ve found that I can actually be pretty good at making guys cum. That sounds so bad but it’s true. Once I get into it and forget that I’m being so slutty and doing something so despicable…once I push that out of my head I can actually get into it and start to enjoy it.

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They all wanted to use my mouth. I don’t know what it is with guys and blowjobs but they really seem to love them. The first guy was hard…fuck that’s not a joke I mean it was difficult to bring myself to do it. I felt so nervous and ashamed of myself and it must have been off putting to him. Blowjobs are just…more intimate than regular sex. It’s easier to distance yourself from what you’re doing, tell yourself you don’t want it and be just a reluctant participant in the immoral act when his cock is in your pussy. When it’s in your mouth…well it’s impossible to ignore. You can taste it and smell it, feel it throb in your throat whenever you flick your tongue around it. You’re more in control. Even when he’s pushing your head down…which most of them did…even then I had my tongue to use. I could make him cum quicker with the way I licked him, it was so much more direct.

As I went through guys I began to get a bit crazy. At the start it was sickening and I could tell myself I didn’t enjoy it. Think about the money. Do it for the money. After several guys cumming in my mouth and across my face I found my feelings changing. I was getting used to this pretty quickly. That should have frightened me but instead there was something so…thrilling about this. I was making these guys cum. If I got into the right mindset, even though I wasn’t attracted to these guys it was actually really sexy. Feeling their cum on me, tasting it’s saltiness on my tongue, it wasn’t so bad. It was kind of hot. I started to feel my self getting excited and my panties dampen slightly as I sucked off these guys. It was…weird. The way I saw myself was beginning to warp and it was terrifying and fucking hot.

Of course not all were satisfied with just a blowjob. One tried to convince me to let him fuck my ass. I nearly walked out, he knew the rules after all. Instead I ended up convincing him to use my pussy. Two others also fucked my pussy and the last guy was the best. Maybe it was because I was wettest by this point. I could taste several guys cum and feel it dripping from me and there was just something so sleazy and filthy about the whole thing and it made me way too horny. I wasn’t used to this. I wasn’t used to feeling so pathetic and cheap and I definitely wasn’t used to liking it.

So I paid my rent and I bought a new TV. I did my best to shut out the urges. Now that I had done that again it was fresher in my mind. In fact I couldn’t help but dream about it. I had heated and restless nights reliving that day in my head as I found my pussy growing unusually wet at the thought of whoring myself out like that again. Somehow I only remembered it as more and more enjoyable. The sex seemed better and better as I looked back on it and it was far too tempting thinking I could earn money so easily. The things I could buy if I were to just go back to that…I wasn’t a whore…not that much of a whore, I told myself.

Then I started wanting to buy more stuff. Strange how amazing that dress looks when I can’t afford it. How much I could use that new skin product. I was starting to notice my appearance more and it was distracting. There were so many thing I wanted that could make me more beautiful and fashionable but money is so hard to get. Unless I went back to Jeremy. Unless I milked my cash out of guys’ dicks again. I wouldn’t really do that would I?

Of course I ended up doing it again. I couldn’t help myself. It was too easy. Too fun. Once you let go of those silly ideas of pride and all that you can slip into the role pretty easily. Jeremy was super helpful, he’s kind of my pimp now. I don’t like to think of it that way but yeah, he’s kind of my pimp. He finds guys who are willing to pay to have fun with me and I…well I fuck them.

So I’ve been doing this a lot now after work. It’s like a hobby. A super fucking hot hobby. I don’t know, I guess I had this desire all along and only realised when I started fucking these guys for money but the idea of being a whore makes me wet. Like, wetter than anything else! It’s just so addictive. Every time I get pumped full of a stranger’s cum I get this sensation of pleasure. This guilt suppressed by bursts of delight as I know my panties are getting soiled with my dirty little whore juices as I crave that filthy feeling of perverted pleasure.

I figured I would start acting like a better whore. I mean, when I say it like that it sounds kind of weird but I just wanted to get into this more. If I start acting more like a…what’s the word…um, stereotype…of a whore then I will please the guys more. I could get more money. Not just that, it feels…when I act dumber or sluttier or needier I feel hotter…it makes my slit drip. So I’ve been working on sounding dimmer and agreeing more. Jeremy is helping me. He’s great, he teaches me so much about being a good whore. What to wear, what to say, how to suck and fuck…ung…I want to rent my pussy out right now it’s getting really sloppy thinking about this. I know I’m getting really messed up now but I don’t even want to fight it. It’s so much fun to do what Jeremy tells me and become a better and better whore for him.

Jeremy tells me what clothes to buy and the outfits he chooses are so revealing. It’s not something I would wear before but now when I see them, see what I look when I’m wearing them, I feel so slutty and suddenly my pussy is all gooey and needy. That’s how he gets me to buy them. I know I should probably save my money or something but it’s getting hard to even think about money. Jeremy wants me to focus on the sex. Focus on pleasing my clients. I nod and tell him yes, I’ll happily do that. I would rather focus on getting my sensitive pussy pumped full of men’s cum anyway. He’s right. He’s turning me into an obedient, mindless whore. I’m gonna be a total whore soon.

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Wow! That’s, like, the seventh guy to fuck my ass today! I think so…I have a bit of a hard time counting nowadays! I quit my silly old job, it was so boring and got in the way of selling my cute little slut body! Giggle Master Jeremy has totally made me into a super hot, horny whore for him and his friends! I can’t remember how long it’s been now but, like, i don’t even care. It’s just so fun getting to fuck all day and getting money for it too! I don’t know how much I’m making because I’m so bad with numbers so master Jeremy took over the money part for me but I’m sure I’m getting like, loads 'n’ loads of money for all the yummy cum I’m eating now. He is totally proud of me!

I’m a good little whore.

[alba8688]

The one that got away

Warnings 18+ minors DNI

A/N FYI I listen to everybody hurts by R.E.M in repeat since it says to play it to set the mood ...Oh yeah I'm sorry.

Word count:6315

The sexual tension between Deb and Eddie was strong. The guys could see it the way Eddie shifted around when Deb was walking in front of him at the grocery store, especially with what Deb was wearing .Those damn tiny shorts with the black lace long sleeve blouse and the white boots were driving Eddie crazy .

Deb had taken the boys to the grocery store to buy some snacks and food for the days they were going to stay.Deb had told them they didn't have to.But the boys said they were gonna help with whatever they could.While staying at her place .Deb didn't argue anymore and let them but whatever they wanted it was a lot of groceries too much just even for them. Because Deb would usually eat down at the bar.

After the grocery shopping was more like junk food , Deb called the towed truck to pick up the van and take it to Dave the mechanic and that's where they were right now .Eddie and the guys waited patiently for Deb to come back to the car .She had told them to wait for her in her car because Dave wouldn't believe her if they went with her .Deb told them that the mechanic had a crush on her and she would use her charmed for there van to be ready fast and would charge them Less .Eddie didn't like The idea of Deb flirting with some Guy.But he had no right to get mad because they weren't nothing they weren't together they just had sex and it didn't mean anything .

Dave the Mechanic was a 6ft guy. He was handsome but he wanted Deb's type. He was all muscle and she didn't like that, she liked her rockstars that would always break her heart .

"It will be ready in a week ." Dave told Deb nervously,Even though he was a big tough guy Deb always made him nervous .There was just something about her that drove men crazy it was probably those Hazel green beautiful eyes .

"Are you sure ? because last night my van was all smoky ." Deb flirted biting her bottom lip

And twisting a strand of her hair in her finger .

Dave gulped and tried to explain the best way he could to Deb as to why her van had overheated .

"Smoke often leaves car engines as a result of overheating. This can be caused by faulty wire casings, heated residues on the engine block and overheated liquids including oil, transmission fluid and brake fluid. There may also be a fault in your coolant system, or your engine may not have enough lubricant"Dave told Deb but she didn't understand a word he said she just smiled and wink at him .

"Please have it ready Davy ."and with that Deb went back to her car where Eddie and the guys were waiting for her .She opened the door to her car and got it .

"What did he say ?" Eddie asked

"Be ready in a week but I got him to lower price." She smiles

A chorus of yes were heard from the backseat from the guys .

"Ok that's cool we can call what his face and let him know will head out in a week." Jeff's says

"What's his face ? His name is Robert ." Eddie tells him..So they all went back to Deb's apartment to wait and also called Robert to let him know what happened to the van and that they got lost in Texas.He called them dumbasses.

That night Deb had the night off and invited the boys for drinks .Eddie and her hadn't talked about what happened last night but they were hoping it would happen again.

Maybe tonight.they both thought .

"You guys better remember me when you become big rockstars ." Deb told the boys ,they were having drinks downstairs at the bar and tonight was karaoke night so Deb invited them and told them drinks where on her if they played a song for her tonight which they Agreed and Deb talked to Javier the owner to give them a chance that she knew someday they'll make it big and they promise to come back when they became big rockstars.

At first he was undecided because this bar was a country bar but he eventually agreed he couldn't say no to Deb because she helped him so much.and he loved Deb like a daughter ..

"How can we forget a pretty face like yours?" Eddie flirted ..Gareth and the boys all wolf whistled making Eddie and Deb blushed .

They had just met but they felt a great connection with each other. They didn't know what it was but they both felt it and both were scared to admit anything because they both knew it was just sex and nothing else plus Eddie was living in California in a week and Deb wasn't going to see him again.

It couldn't work no matter how hard they made it work.

Deb knew the life of the rockstars and she knew there were going to be women throwing themselves at him and she knew it would hurt her if she found out he was cheating by a stupid magazine on television.

Eddie didn't want to do long distance .He couldn't do it with how busy their schedule was going to be he couldn't be in a relationship right now .But there was something about Deb that made him want all of that romantic shit that made him feel those butterflies in his stomach that way she smiled her laugh her hazel green eyes .

She was such a happy girl .Eddie imagined in that moment in the bar a future with her having a family, the white picket fence with a two story home and a dog .

But he knew he could never have that with her because he would run away as soon as everything became serious, afraid to commit, afraid he was going to be like his dad and run away.

"Eddie .''Deb waved her hand in front of his face .

"Huh?" Eddie realized he had zoned out staring at Deb now he felt embarrassed .

"Are you ok ?" She smiled at him ,yes he was ok and no he wasn't because it might sound cheesy as fuck but he thinks he might be falling for a girl He just met .It sounded crazy it really did but he couldn't. It couldn't be possible that kind of shit it wasn't real .It only happens in movies it can't happen in real life .

"Y-yeah I was just thinking ."he stammers

"We are up next Man." Gareth told his friend .Gareth knew what was happening to his friend ,he knew him and had never seen that face on him. He really liked Deb but he knew he wasn't going to admit it .

"Ok." Eddie replied

"Break leg ." Deb pecked Eddie's cheek, making him blush .

Eddie got up and walked upstage where the rest of the band where already setting up their instruments.

Deb stared at Eddie while he fix his guitar strapped .She knew she was fucked but there was nothing they could do .

"Hi we are Corroded Coffin and this song is for the pretty girl back there." Eddie pointed to Deb who was smiling at him raising her drink to him.

Play "You shook me all night long." Ac Dc

Deb blushed tremendously hearing the words of the song. I mean she didn't dislike it at all. It was a great song but was he talking about sex with her ?

The whole crowd turned to look at Deb and lifted their beer to her. Javier shook his head Knowing Deb had something to do with metalhead .He always told her to be careful and not to get too attached because those rockstars wannabes always broke her heart . She never listens.

Deb got up on top of the table and started Dancing to the music .Eddie couldn't take his eyes away from her the way she sway her hips hypnotized him.She was so beautiful .Right there watching her dance from stage he knew he was fucked and no other girl would compare to her if he didn't do something about how he felt he was going to regret it .

When the song was over Deb was the loudest cheering for them.Javier even took a picture of Deb with the guys of corroded coffin when they got off stage to put it on his wall of fame and also threaten to chop off Eddie's dick if he hurt Deb.

Which Eddie promised he would never do something like that .

The guys were having the time of our lives at the moment. They could only imagine what their lives would be when they became big .

Gareth ,Jeff and Anthony met some girls that night and went home with them and Eddie stayed with Deb in the booth drinking until the bar closed and they both headed upstairs .Eddie ignoring any girl that came his way because his heart had been stolen by the beautiful girl that spend the whole night with him ignoring guys who asked to dance with her just to be with him.

"I had fun."Deb said softly

"Me too." Eddie said almost as a whisper slowly walking forward to Deb making her so damn nervous .She didn't even know why if they already had slept together .But Eddie just made her feel that way.

"Kiss me." She whispers when he was inches away from her face and Eddie did it without hesitation kissing her softly .Not like last night where the kiss was hungry .Tonight he wanted to enjoy being with her and enjoy every part of her body he wanted to remember her forever.

Deb felt the difference between the kiss and the sparks that came with it but she Wasn't going to say anything neither was Eddie because neither of them knew what they were feeling .

Eddie picked up Deb by her ass, walking slowly toward her room blindly .

"Ouch." Deb giggled when Eddie jumped into the wall making Deb hit her back .

"Sorry ." Eddie said in between kisses.

"To the right". Deb guided Eddie and opened the door to the room .Eddie laid Deb down slowly in the bed so carefully as if she was a porcelain doll that could break and admired her beauty.No Other girl would compare to her ever.He thought

"You're so beautiful." He whispered his heart started beating faster and it scared him because he knew the feelings were getting stronger. And he was going to put that away in the back of his heart in a chest and lock it with a key .He couldn't fall, not when his career was barely starting .It was his dream to be a rockstar and he couldn't do a relationship right now when his career was about to start.

Eddie leaned down and kissed her Lips again softly. The kiss was so passionate it hurt because they knew it wasn't going anywhere but just sex .That night Eddie made Love to Deb again and again and again She had forgotten to take the pill and Eddie had come inside her but she remembered to take it that next morning .

The next day Eddie and the guys accompany Deb during her shift at the bar and afterwards Deb and Eddie disappeared from the guys .They left in Deb's car driving around town they where both high in weed and dare each other to get a matching tattoo and that's where they were right now getting a matching tattoo so they would always remember each other when they saw the tattoo .Eddie won the the paper rock scissors so he got to choose the tattoo .

It was a Lord of the Rings reference. They both got it in their wrist .It was Deb's first tattoo and she liked it and she even liked it more when she knew what it meant .

"So it's Lord of the Rings related ?" Deb asked Eddie

"Yeah ."he reply looking at his tattoo

"And what does it mean?" Deb asked admiring her new tattoo her wrist

Eddie stopped walking and looked at Deb .

"Arwen wore the Evenstar at the beginning of The Fellowship of the Ring, but gave it to Aragorn before he departed with the Fellowship. Although Elrond didn't exactly approve, they were lovers, so when Arwen gave Aragorn her Elvish necklace, it represented her commitment and never-ending love."

"That's so romantic ." Deb responded

They didn't say anything. They didn't want to get into the subject of love. They got in the car and drove back home singing whatever song was on the radio .Eddie has never been this happy in his life ,his smile wouldn't disappear from His face .He had a kool aid man smile from ear to ear .

When they got to Deb's apartment they showered together and cuddled in bed naked .

Laughing and giggling about stupid things .They talked about Deb's parents and how much of an assholes they were taking away her inheritance just because she didn't want to be a doctor .Eddie told Deb about his mother and her love of music ,because of her he love music.He even told her his dad thought how to play guitar and how he ran away when he needed him the most .

"Are you gonna remember me when you're famous?" Deb asked Eddie she was twisting a curl of Eddie on her finger .

"Ofcourse I am, I'll even write a song about you and I'll always have This bad ass tattoo to remember you ." Eddie kissed the top of Deb's head .He wanted to stay in this moment forever.

"Promise ." Deb sat down criss cross in bed facing Eddie sticking out her pinky finger to him.

"Pinky promise ."Deb leaned in to kiss Eddie's lips and slowly moved down to his jaw .She then got on top of him straddling him .

Eddie felt like crying at that moment. He didn't know why it felt like it was going to be the last time he would see Deb .

So he kissed her hard. He kissed her with so much passion that tears fell down his cheeks.He flipped her over so she would be laying down in bed and Eddie on top of her .

"I need you ."Deb whispered

Eddie wiped the tears from his eyes with the back of his hand and smile at Deb then aligned himself To her entrance and slowly pushed in.Deb noticed the tears in Eddie's eyes but she didn't say anything because she knew she was crying too.Eddie hid his face in the crook or Deb's neck hiding his face from her not wanting to see the tears from his eyes .but Deb could feel the wetness of his tears in her neck.

So Deb hugged him tightly while they made slow and passionate love .Deb had never felt so much love in her life .But she knew what she got herself in when she slept with Eddie .She knew she didn't have a future with him,she knew that Eddie's life was going to change in a few days and he wasn't going to be able to have time for her .It hurt her to think she finally felt something real for someone but wasn't able to say it .

"Eddie ." Deb whispered

Eddie lifts his head and looks down at Deb, her eyes glazed and red "you're so beautiful ." He leaned down to capture her lips on his .

"Deb I-I ."

"Shhhh I know me too but just kissed me ok ."

"Ok." Eddie nodded and kissed Deb until he wasn't able to breathe .

The next morning the door to Deb's door burst open and Gareth walked in waking up Eddie .

"Robert sent a car to come pick us up. They say they got us plane tickets to leave today." Gareth said excitedly .Deb opened her eyes to see Gareth standing on the side of the bed waking Eddie up .When she heard those words coming out of Gareth's lips her heart broke .Eddie was going to leave today, not In another few days.

That's when it finally sinked she was never going to see him again.

"What?" Eddie asked groggily

"Robert's sent a car and they're waiting for us. The plane leaves in an hour so hurry your ass up !!" Gareth ran out of the room closing the door behind.There was silence in the room and Eddie felt an awful pain in his chest when he saw Deb staring at him already trying her best not to cry .

"Hurry up, rock star, you wouldn't want to miss the plane ." She put her best fake smile ,Eddie cupped her face and kissed her like there is no tomorrow .

"I will never forget you ."he rested his forehead on hers .

"Me either now go break a leg ." She smiled at him.Eddie got up picking up his scattered clothes from the floor but before leaving he wrote his number in a paper and gave it to Deb .

"Here ."

"What's this ?" Deb asked, looking at him as she was sitting down putting on her shoes .

"Call me ." Deb opened the piece of paper to reveal Eddie's phone number .She smiled then jumped into his arms wrapping herself to him like a baby koala .

"Ok." She kissed him.pepperongnhis face with kisses .

When everyone was ready they headed downstairs where a black fancy car was waiting for them.Deb followed them downstairs to say goodbye to them .She hugged everyone goodbye leaving Eddie to the end the one that hurt the most .The one that stole her heart in such a few days .

"Hi."Eddie whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist pulling her close to him .

"Hi rockstar." Deb flirted ,trying her damn best not to cry for a boy she just met .She hated herself for falling so easily .

"Promise you'll call me ." Eddie said in between kisses .

"I promise ." Deb giggle "I promise I'll call you tonight ok."

"Eddie man come on let's go!!" Anthony shouted from the car.

"I'm going hold on damn it !! " he shouted back at his friend.

"I'll miss you ." Eddie whispered for only Deb to hear .Eddie hated himself for falling so fast for this girl he just met .

"Me too, now go before you miss your airplane." What Deb wanted to say was "please stay here with me, don't leave me." But she didn't.

"Would that be too bad ?" Eddie pecks Deb's lips.

No, it would please stay .

"Yes because then you won't write me that song you promised." Deb playfully pushed Eddie away from her .

You can write that song here while you're with me.

"You wounded me sweetheart, you really want to get rid of me now ." He placed his hand on his chest playfully .

Deb giggled and placed one last kiss on his lips before Eddie got in the car .She giggled to hide her cries .She wanted to scream to come back to stay here with her but she didn't .

Eddie lowered the window and Deb blew him a kiss he pretended to catch it and place it in his heart ,the car started moving and Eddie felt like telling the driver to stop to let him get down and stay here with Deb but he didn't he watched Deb become farther away as the car move .His heart was breaking into a million pieces but this is what he wanted to become a rock star to be able to give his uncle everything he deserved .

Deb wanted to run after the car to tell the driver to stop to confess her feelings for Eddie but she didn't .She just waved to them until the car disappeared from view .

That night Deb called Eddie like she promised Eddie had just gotten to his hotel they each got a room to themselves and Eddie FaceTime Deb showing her her fancy hotel room.Deb felt happy for him that he was finally gonna be able to live his dreams .Shenknew she did good not telling him how she felt because if she had down it she would have ruin everything for him and the guys .

"I promised as soon as I'm not busy I'll go visit you ."he told Deb they were both laying down in their beds with the phone close to their faces ..

"Promise me ?" Deb whisper

"I promise pretty girl ."

Eddie and Deb stayed talking on the phone till they both fell asleep on the phone .Deb fell asleep first and Eddie watched her sleep like a weirdo.And while she was sleeping Eddie told her how he felt deep down he wished she would have heard him .But she didn't.

Every day in the morning and at night Deb and Eddie would FaceTime till they fell asleep on the line.Eddie would send Deb pictures of where they were and he send her the picture when they signed the contract .

After a month the calls started to get less and less and so did the messages.if she got even one was rare .But she understood because Eddie told her that they were getting ready to start recording an album then go on tour in a few months .

But after that month Deb realized she was late,at first she didn't see anything wrong because she was so irregular that sometimes her period wouldn't come so she ignored it but this time it was different she felt different .So she got in her car and drove to the closest pharmacy to get pharmacy to buy a pregnancy test well she bought five .Just to be sure .

As soon as she got home she ran to the bathroom and got a disposable cup and Pee on it .She followed The instructions of every test and waited 5 minutes for the results.The results that night changed hers and Eddie's future.

Those five minutes were the most excruciating five minutes of her life .When the timer rang on her phone she ran to check the test .

She picked one by one up making sure they all had the same result and they were all positive .She felt the happiest woman in the world she needed to call Eddie to let him know .She dialed his number excited and nervous biting the her nails she waited for Eddie to answer the phone Rang and rang and rang it rang a few times until someone that wasn't Eddie answer .

"Hello."

"Hi It's Eddie there ?" Deb asked excitedly, she couldn't contain her happiness. She needed to tell Eddie the happy news ..

"He's busy right now." The man on the other side responded

"Can you tell him Deb called please ."

"Yeah, I will do it ." The man responded and then hung up the phone .

That afternoon she waited for Eddie's call that never came. She waited until night .She stared at her phone waiting for that call but it never came the next morning .Her phone rang and she saw that it was Eddie's number and answered fast .

"Eddie ?" Deb answered

"No this is not Eddie ,this is Robert I'm

Just returning the calm for Eddie ." What does he mean returning the calm for Eddie Deb thought .

"Why?" Her voice tremble

"Did you want to leave a message or did you want me to tell Him something ?" He asked

"Can you please tell him to call me back ."

"Sorry he's busy right now but let me know what you need and I'll let him know ."

"Oh ok I'll just send it by mail then."

Deb tried to keep her voice from breaking but it was hard .Did Eddie not want to talk to her ?

"Ok." And like that the man hung up .

Deb didn't let that bring her down .That morning she set up an appointment for the doctor and she got an appointment for that same

Day in the afternoon.

At the doctor office

Waiting patiently in the waiting area of the doctors office .Deb was so nervous and sad because she saw couples happily waiting to see their baby and she was there alone without Eddie.

She looked down at the papers in her hand that she had filled out .Trying to get her eyes from the couple sitting in-front of her .

She got up and returned the papers to the nurse in the front "take a seat and will call you when they're ready for you."the nurse told Deb .

Deb nodded and decided to sit somewhere where there were no couples because that shit was depressing her ..

She scrolled through her phone and saw a video of Corroded coffin playing at a local famous bar I. L.A .She smiled watching the guys play. They were living their dream .

Eddie looked so handsome he was wearing tight leather pants with no shirt on .Deb could see his tattoo on his wrist when he grabbed the mic .Then Eddie kiss his wrist making Deb smiled widely .She then knew Eddie was missing her and he was busy that's why he couldn't take her calls so he was going to surprised him by sending a copy of the ultrasound to him when she got it

"Deborah James." A nurse calls Deb's name, distracting her from watching Eddie and ten guys playing .

Deb stood up putting her phone in her back pocket and walks over to the nurse who leads her to a room and tells her to lay down that the ultrasound technician will

Be her any minute .

While waiting Deb sent a text to Eddie telling him she saw him in a video and that she missed him.Hoping he would answer but he didnt .Deb looked at the delivered text waiting for it to turn to read but it never happened.She didn't even hear the door open when the doctor walked in introducing herself .

"Hi." Deb smile putting her phone to the side

"Ok this is going to feel cold ."she told Deb and it did feel cold .

"Ok let's see that baby ." Deb looked at the screen but all she saw was black and white .

"There's your baby ." The doctor points to the screen .Deb tilts her head to the side to try to see where the doctor is pointing but nothing.

"When can we know the sex ?" Deb asked

The doctor said it was still too early to find out the sex but maybe in a few more weeks they will have some luck.Deb nodded ok and asked the doctor for an extra copy of an ultrasound.As soon as she got out of the doctor's office with her extra ultrasound Deb rushed to her apartment to write to Eddie and send him the ultrasound picture of there baby .

Two weeks later

Deb waited and waited for Eddie's call since she sent the letter ,but never got anything. Every single day she waited patiently but nothing, not even a text .So when two weeks passed she checked the mail and to her surprise it was a letter from Eddie .She rushed upstairs to her apartment to read the letter .

She sat in her bed and opened it excitedly.

"I've got your letter sorry I haven't been able to called you been super busy with corroded coffin and about the letter you send me I don't know if I can deal with a kid right now my career just started I hope you understand "

Eddie

Deb read the letter over and over again and she couldn't believe what she was reading .She checked the envelope once more and saw a check for a good amount of money.

"What the fuck !!"Deb crumbled the check and the letter and threw it to the floor.

Play "Everybody hurts ." R.E.M

Deb stared at the crumble letter and checked on the corner of the room and next to it was a shirt Eddie had forgotten it was a Dio shirt he love his favorite he Deb got up from the bed and kneel in front of the shirt picking it up and held it close to her chest the smell of Eddie still lingered in it .It was faint but she could smell him.Suddenly she scared herself with how she was crying .She felt alone she had no one .The pain she was feeling was unbearable she Should have known he was just like every other guy she ever met that just used her for sex .

He never really cared for her, he just used her for fun and when he got tired of her he threw her away like a piece of trash .

Deb couldn't understand what was wrong with her and why everyone left her .That night she cried herself to sleep, missing work .

The next morning she stayed in bed as well, only getting up to use the restroom.She wasn't eating ,she wasn't hungry she knew she had to eat for her baby but she couldn't even get up she felt so numb.She was alone she didn't have anyone in the world that care about her.Eddie abandoned her just like everyone in her life did.

Two days later Javier went looking for Deb at her apartment because she hadn't Been to work only to find her on the ground in her room wearing a black Dio shirt .He picked her up slowly and took her to the hospital .She was dehydrated and he found out she was pregnant..

Why hadn't she said anything ?

Javier knew it was Eddie's and he knew Deb was like this because of him .He hated him with all his guts for hurting Deb .

Since that day he never left alone, always by her side taking her of what she needed .

Javier saw Deb as a daughter. Even Javier's wife Maria would go cook for Deb at her apartment.Deb would sit on the couch staring into space it's like she wasn't there.For the first months of her pregnancy Deb went through depression and the only ones there to help were Javier and Maria .Heloing her every step of the way .Always there even at night when the nightmares came and she would wake up crying .

Everyone made her promises that always were broken.one day she was standing in front of her mirror and she promised herself to be better for her baby .To be the best mom for him or her .

She was so grateful for Javier and Maria always making sure she was ok and taking her prenatals.Even though Eddie didn't want to know anything about Deb or there baby she still send him updates of how big their baby was or the lastest ultrasound.When she then 5 months she found out the sex of her baby and sent the great new by mail to Eddie that it was a boy and she was planning on naming Edward just like him.and she promise him that she would talk to there son about there father and she would never denied him if he ever wanted to see Eddie.Because no matter what Eddie was his father and even though he didn't want to be in his life his son deserve to know why.She promise Eddie she would only talk good things about him and his love of music .

When she was 7 months Maria threw her a baby shower and Deb received so many gifts for her little baby boy.Deb sent pictures to Eddie of the baby shower. It was lots of the rings theme.Ever since she got better she decided to read the books to her son every night before going to sleep .She told Eddie about it well she wrote to him letting him know that she was going to make sure their son liked the books just like his dad.

Deb wanted to keep Eddie updated hoping That one day he would change his mind but that never happened ..

When she was 8 months pregnant Javier told her he was selling the bar because he wanted to retire and be home With his wife but he told Deb him And Maria will always be there for her and her son .He even told her to move in with them.But Deb couldn't she didn't want to be a mother to them .

So she stayed in the upstairs apartment of the bar .The new owner was nice enough to let her stay with the same deal she had with Javier working for him.She never really met him yet but only talked to him by phone .He seemed like a nice guy .

One night on March 14 ,Deb woke up with an awful pain in her lower stomach. She knew there were contractions but they were so far apart but the pain was unbearable. she waited until they were 5 minutes apart like she read in her book to call Maria .who hurried to pick her up when she got the called .When getting to the hospital The nurses asked Deb if she was going to want the epidural but Deb decide on not taking it and that same night at 8pm Eddie James Munson Jr was born.weighing 6 pounds 8 ounces.he was the tiniest baby Deb had ever seen .He was so cute and had the same curls like his dad there weren't that long like Eddie's but noticeable in his little head he even had the same chocolate eyes .Deb cried when she saw him he opening his eyes and look at her .She promised him that she would give him the world and would never abandoned him.She promised to always be there for him.She promised to be the best mom for him .

Maria and Javier came to visit the following day. Bringing Deb a car seat they had bought for the little Eddie .Deb started crying and thanked them .She was too emotional .

A week later Deb gave a letter to Maria to send for her .It was a big letter with pictures of baby Eddie .It was the last letter she was sending Eddie hoping he would answer when he saw his son his replica ..

4 months later

Deb was at the grocery store with baby Eddie buying formula ,diapers ,wipes and groceries.She was living off food stamps and the tips she got from the bar Maria and Javier would help her with whatever they could but she never accepted money from them she had t even cashed the check Eddie had send him she kept in in a drawer with the letter Eddie had sent to her months ago.Even when she needed the money she never touched it .

When it got time to pay it came out more than she had counted. She checked her wallet twice, maybe three times but she didn't have enough .

She discreetly looked back at the long line and was embarrassed to ask to take some

Things off ..She took a deep breath in and out.She looked at the groceries and thought what would she take out .

Diapers she needed

Baby formula she needed

Wipes she needed.

"I-I don't have enough." She whispered to the cashier who rolled her eyes because she was going to have to take some things out .Deb took out some of the groceries and paid for what she needed the most and pushed the shopping cart with her baby on it out of ten grocery store .She wipe the tears in her eyes discreetly .She knew this was only temporary and things would get better for her and her son.

Deb stopped and looked at Eddie's van .Dave the mechanic had called her two months after Eddie was gone saying that she never picked up the van that he called the number he was given and nobody answered until he was able to contact her .Deb paid for the service and had the van parked outside the bar for months until her car broke down one night and stop working that's when she started using his van .The only reminder she had of Him ..

She opened the back door and put her son's car seat in, securing it and putting her groceries bags inside .She was about to close the doors when saw someone coming up to her .It was a man around her age or maybe a few years older than her pretty tall and really handsome ..Deb walked over to drivers side of the van to get in ignoring the man .She turned on the van and the ac on .When there was A knock on the window ..

Deb lowered the window to see the handsome stranger smiling at her .

"Hi." The Handsome stranger smiled .

"How can I help you ?" Deb asked him.His voice sounded familiar but she didn't know from where .

"I saw you left these groceries behind back there so I thought you might need them so I paid for them ." The man told Deb ..

Deb gasped and instantly started crying. I guess it was her breaking point.

She opens the door and the man moves to the side .Deb caught him by surprise when she hugged him.

"You don't even know me ."

She said "thank you ." She cried into the stranger's arms .

"Hey it's ok ." The man hugged her back feeling she really needed the hug .Deb pulled away feeling embarrassed by what she did and pulled away .

"I'm sorry ," she whispered." Feeling shy

"It's ok ."

"Thank you so much" She smiled

"You need help putting the groceries in the van?"he asked .

"You don't have to, you have already done so much."

"I honestly don't mind."He smiled at her .

"So rude of me im Deb." Deb introduced herself to the handsome stranger .

"Sean ."

Next chapter

Sean is played by Jensen Ackles my other love

The tattoo Eddie and Deb did

[darkspine10]

GF Fanfic - A World of Adventure

Dipper and Mabel Vs. The Past (15,993 words) by darkspine10

Chapters: 3/9

Fandom: Gravity Falls

Rating: Teen and Up

“You sure you guys don’t want to come?” Dipper said to Pacifica as she tucked Wendy into a pouch slung over her chest.

“This is family time. Zera and I married in and Wendy can’t exactly get much out of anything at her age.” She donned a pair of sunglasses, then stood on tiptoes to plant a kiss on Dipper’s lips. “Good luck with whatever happens. You can do it.”

With that she set off down the street, rubbing Wendy’s head and with Zera in tow. Dipper felt so incredibly lucky to have Pacifica in his life. Lucky, and proud, that she had changed so much to be with him, and stuck with him through everything, including the difficult period when having children had been taken off the table. Now it was his turn to make a change.

He jumped at the sound of a car horn disrupting the peaceful quiet of the street. “C’mon Dipper, get your butt in gear, we’re burnin’ daylight!” Mabel called from the driver’s seat of the Mini Cooper.

Patting the journal tucked in his jacket, Dipper slid into the car. He was filled with a sense of growing confidence. He’d picked out Journal 9, his latest in the line, and perfect for introducing his parents to a wider sense of the world. They could work backwards through recent months before Dipper could show them where it all started in Journals 1 to 3, then deal with the thorny topic of the volumes written in the twins’ teen years and onwards back to the present.

At least, that was the plan. Now he only had to choose the right moment.

“Seatbelt check!” Mabel said, and Dipper sheepishly remembered to clip his on. He’d been so wrapped up in his own head he’d forgotten. His parents were strapped in the back, with Merrise wedged in between them. She was beaming at him, excited to spend more time with her grandparents. Dipper hoped they wouldn’t disappoint her. “Right,” Mabel continued, “let’s get this wagon rolling!” She drove the Mini to the end of the street and round a corner. Pacifica had already programmed a route into the satnav, but none of them knew where it would lead.

Dipper watched the houses pass out the window. He hadn’t seen much of the old neighbourhood when they arrived the night before. They drove along the same streets he’d walked everyday to school, and passed parks where he used to ride his bike. He got a nostalgic rush, although it was bittersweet. He’d spent so long away that what had once been familiar now felt so distant.

Things had changed in that time as well. They drove by what had once been a construction yard where Mabel liked to practice parkour with her grappling hook. Now it was a modern office building and local gym for rich folks. Further on he looked out for old cafes he’d eaten at with his family, only to be disappointed when he saw they’d been bulldozed over.

At least his elementary school was still standing. His mother pointed to several ‘snowmen’ made of white cardboard and plastic junk lined up in the playground. “The kids made those last week. Not that any of them have seen real snow here in Piedmont.”

“Neither did we,” Mabel said with a shrug. “One thing we can’t blame climate change for.”

“Snow?” Merrise asked. “We saw some of that in Salem right?”

“What were you guys doing in Salem?” Mr Pines said, raising a bushy eyebrow.

“Halloween festival meet-up,” Dipper said without blinking. He inwardly cursed himself for the ease of the lie, even if it was partially accurate. They had stayed for the festival, sure - after tracking down a mythical beast and neutralising an angry militia. He turned back to the window, repeating to himself that it’d all be out in the open soon.

They drove down through Sea View Avenue, conspicuous by its lack of sea view, and passed the larger houses which Dipper had always shaken his head at. Rather than be jealous of all the extra space he found those houses wasteful. His family had never known great wealth after all. Anyway, his childhood dreams were much more grandiose than owning property; fanciful imaginings of far-off adventures, or discovering strange creatures eclipsed anything that regular. The only time he’d ever stepped foot in a fancy house like these was with Pacifica’s family manor, an experience he’d never relished.

As they wound through what seemed like an infinite maze of suburbs, both Dipper and Mabel began to grin as they recognised the route the satnav was leading them on. Mabel eased off the pedals. “Is this where I think it is? It is!”

Merrise craned her head to get a look. Ahead of them was a small wooden shack beside a course of neat little stretches of grass. Each one was entwined with miniature buildings and ramps placed as obstacles. “Wait, this is that thing Mom’s always talking about.”

“It’s Amazing Al’s Above-Par Mini-Golf Extravaganza!” Mabel yelled, taking her hands off the wheel to raise them in celebration. The car swerved as she did so and she hastily corrected. “Sorry, got a little excited there. Haven’t been here in forever.”

“Oh, what a clever choice Pacifica made,” Mrs Pines said. “You and Dipper always loved coming here after school.”

“Correction: Mabel loved coming here, because she always won,” Dipper said, laughing at the memory. “I was in it for the pretty decent hotdog stand. Wonder if it’s still here.”

“Heh, no surprise Paz didn’t want to come,” Mabel chuckled. “She didn’t want to get shown up at her favourite sport!” She parked the Mini at an askew angle, Mabel never being one for precision parking, and the family eagerly headed towards the course.

The only concession the place had made to the festive season was a shabby-looking inflatable snowman and some strings of silver tinsel draped over the entrance shack. A few other families had come out to play, avoiding the murky puddles that still lingered around parts of the park. Mr Pines handed the money over to a bored attendant with straggly hair on his chin, telling the others it was his treat and handing out the clubs.

“This one matches me!” Merrise excitedly grabbed a golf club with a pink handle and jogged off. Mr and Mrs Pines looked at her in confusion - Merrise was wearing a dark green sweater and denim jeans; not a single single item of pink. Dipper and Mabel laughed awkwardly at the hidden joke as they took clubs of their own.

“Hole number one is that one,” Dipper called to Merrise, who was passionate to get started but still had a poor grasp of reading numbers. “Man, this place brings me back. Long evenings away from all the stress of school. No distractions or worries, just some lighthearted fun.“ Before going on adventures and researching for his journal had taken up all his spare time, he thought again.

“All that practicing for tournaments and honing my skills,” Mabel sighed, fondly nostalgic. “Ooh, that reminds me.” She sidled over to the shack and hopped up so she was clinging off the side of the roof. “Used to need a leg-up for this. Hey, all my guys and gals are still up here!” A bunch of multi-coloured balls were stuck wedged in the corrugated roof slats. “Goes to show you how little things change in the grand scheme. I’m amazed this place is even still open after 20 years.”

Dipper stood on tip-toes to join his sister. “Recessions, pandemics… I guess people just really like mini-golf around here.”

“Maybe I can add a new ball-friend to the tally.”

“As long as you don’t go smashing any windows. I still remember sprinting out of here the last time.”

The twins hopped down and headed to hole number one. This particular golf course prided itself on a unique theming, being based on wonders of the world. Not the obvious ones like the Pyramids or Stonehenge either, but a delightfully eclectic collection of more obscure historical sights too. So the first hole was styled after the Temple of Artemis, with standing columns acting as obstacles. Of course, given 20 years of neglect the wooden structure was nearly as decrepit as the destroyed original.

Merrise had already placed her ball on the tee and was bouncing on the spot. “I can’t wait to finally learn how to play! Do we get to hit things with these sticks?” She swung her club in a wide arc, nearly decapitating Mr Pines who ducked just in time.

Dipper gently lowered Merrise’s flailing arms. “First of all it’s called a club. Second, never raise it above head height, ok? You’ll do yourself some damage - or more likely damage someone else.” He guided her into a putting pose, then let her take the swing. The ball ended up rebounding off a column and ending up halfway down the green. “Not bad, you’ve got a good angle on the hole.”

“Not bad? She totally missed!” Mabel said, before seeing her niece frown. “Uh, I mean, don’t listen to me, I’m, like, an expert. You’ll get better eventually. Geez, I’m starting to sound like Pacifica.”

Merrise shuffled over to her ball, never dropping her readied pose, then hit it again. This time it glided into the hole and fell in with a satisfying rattle. Merrise grinned and Mabel ruffled her hat. With that the track became a free-for-all. The Pines family weren’t exactly patient when it came to the game, opting to all play on the hole simultaneously rather than wait for one person to land their ball on target. Apart from Mabel studiously weighing up the trajectory of each shot, Dipper and his parents quickly got their balls in after two or three hits and moved on to the next one, a spiralling imitation of the Hanging Gardens, to join Merrise.

The family made their way leisurely around, taking their time between playing to catch up and chat. Mr Pines and Mabel shared in telling cheesy jokes, with the latter handily getting the highest scores on each hole. Merrise, struggling at first, quickly found a strategy to aiming the ball and raced around the course. However, by around the 12th hole, fashioned after the spires of Angkor Wat, her enthusiasm waned. She was tired of the repetitive putting. “18 holes, really? This is gonna take forever!”

Mabel laughed while lining up her own shot. “Heh, your mom’s gonna be so disappointed in you. First you don’t care about fashion, now mini-golf.” She putted the ball for another easy hole-in-one. She marked it on her scorecard, which was now covered in doodles of pig faces and snakes.

“Clothes are clothes,” Merrise said, uncaring as she stared down the course. “Mom’s always making me try on skirts and jewellery and I don’t get it. Either clothes are comfy or they aren’t. What’s the difference otherwise?”

Mabel blew a raspberry. “That’s no fun. It doesn’t all have to be formal junk. You can use different coloured outfits to show off new moods and styles all the time. I’ll have to teach you the joys of rainbow slap bracelets and customisable sweaters sometime. Or just wait til I introduce you to the punk rock look, now there’s something that’ll really make your mom completely disagree with all your life choices.”

Mr and Mrs Pines arrived at the 12th hole just as Dipper was returning from a trip to the snack stall. “The hotdogs aren’t quite as unique as I remember,” he said, licking his fingers. “Though maybe that’s the new lab-grown meat they’re using. Pretty greasy, but no worse than Grunkle Stan used to make ‘em. Man though, I wish they did kenpi over here.” He’d acquired a taste for the sweet-tasting potato strips during a visit to Japan two years prior. Since then he’d struggled to find imports in the US. “Maybe I should plan a vacation.”

“Kenpi, what is that?” his mother asked.

“Oh, it’s a Japanese snack.”

“First Salem, now Japan?” His mother seemed impressed. “Since when were you such a globetrotter, Dip?”

“Oh, um…” He racked his brain for an answer that didn’t involve the real reason, searching for a mystic sun crystal as part of a component to build an interdimensional gateway. Mentioning Japan had slipped out so casually he hadn’t even thought of an alibi. Maybe this was his chance to start opening up?

“They were visiting me and Zera!” Mabel said, grinning without a hint of subterfuge. “She and I met while I was in the country and invited Dipper and Pacifica over to introduce them.”

“At that casino?” Mr Pines asked wryly and Mabel nodded. He grunted a ‘hmm’ and went to line up his next shot. Some of Mabel’s words were technically true. They had first met Zera in Japan after all. Dipper sidled up to his sister and muttered a quick thanks, though he wasn’t sure adding more lies to the coverup was helpful at this point.

Mr Pines was retrieving his ball and called ahead to Merrise. She was already halfway down the 13th hole, with obstacles modelled on Mayan step-pyramids. “Hey kiddo, since Dipper’s already tested the waters, do you want anything from the snack stall? I could get you an ice cream, it would be nice in all this sunshine.”

“Ice cream? What’s that?” she said, with a barely suppressed cheeky grin. Mr Pines frowned. He was clearly disappointed to run into yet another cultural barrier with Merrise. He attempted to explain before trudging away to the stall.

Dipper pulled his daughter into a huddle. “What are you doing? You know what ice cream is, you ate one last week when we went to the park.”

“I know. I just thought saying it would be funny.”

Dipper stared at his daughter, eyes wide. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Maybe she’s trying to tell you that lying all the time is a bad idea?” Mabel said, arms crossed. “That’s the plan, isn’t it? To actually tell Mom and Dad what’s been going on sometime before the heat death of the universe?”

“I know, I know, you’re right. I’m just… waiting for the right moment. All part of the plan.” He patted his jacket where the journal was. He stiffened, feeling an odd warmth through his pocket. Like he’d left an overheating electrical appliance running. He wanted to investigate the source of heat when his mother interrupted his train of thought.

“Oh buttermuffins,” Mrs Pines’ ball clinked off the side of the scale replica of the pyramid of Kukulkan. “If Pacifica wanted us to have a calm afternoon she forgot that golf can be the most aggravating game sometimes.”

Dipper’s gaze was drawn to the wooden pyramid, reminded that he’d visited it for real two years ago. Yet another past location he had to cover up. His urge to say something was even stronger now. Once Dad returned he would do it, he was sure.

Mabel dropped her ball into place at the tee. “You’ve gotta have the knack, Mom. The precision, the focus, the patience.”

“Oh yeah, May, that’s you all over,” Merrise teased.

Mabel smiled, but then a chill seemed to come over her. “Although this hole might not be a lucky one.” She’d seen that they were on hole number 13.

“What’s the matter,” Mrs Pines said, nudging her with the hilt of her club. “You’re not superstitious are you, Mabel?”

“What, me, nah, of course not. It’s not a symbolic omen or anything like that. Although at least there aren’t any tiny golfball spirits influencing the outcome of the game. That’d be crazy right, heh heh.” She laughed awkwardly until noticing her mother’s confused reaction.

“I… suppose so,” she said, looking bewildered.

Trying to deflect attention, Mabel thwacked her ball hard. Her mother ducked as the ball rebounded off the pyramid, hit the neighbouring Sydney Opera House, and went rolling away. “I’ll grab it!” Merrise said, jogging away. Her focus entirely on the ball, she caught her foot on the low wall that surrounded the 13th hole and tripped. She went down hard onto her hands and knees.

Mrs Pines was closest and ran over to help her up. Merrise was already holding back tears and clutching her leg. There was a graze where she’d scraped her knee on the concrete path which winded between each hole.

“Oh my, that’s a nasty scrape dear. Here, I’ve got some tissues, let me clean the dirt off.”

Dipper came running over, panting and out of breath. “Merrise, are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” she whimpered. “You don’t have to worry so much, Dad. Ah, that stings.” Mrs Pines was dabbing at the graze.

“You probably got a friction burn as well,” Dipper explained. He knelt down and put an arm on her shoulder. “Somehow you’ve inherited the patented Pines clumsiness,” he teased. Merrise eked out a small grin, wincing through the pain.

“There, all better- Oh!” Mrs Pines had finished cleaning the graze, but was now staring in shock and the tissue. It was coated in small flecks of Merrise’s blood. Blood that was tinged a green hue. “What in the world…”

Mabel and her father finally wandered over. Mabel was about to apologise for sending her ball flying and causing Merrise to trip, but stopped when she saw the blood. “No hiding that,” she whispered. To her parents Merrise still looked human, but if something shattered the illusion they’d start to see her actual skin in all its bubblegum pink glory. It was now or never to explain things before they pierced the veil. “Dipper,” Mabel said calmly. “It’s time.”

“What is going on?” Mr Pines said, squinting at the blood drying on Merrise’s knee. “Is it infected?”

“I’ve never seen anything like it,” Mrs Pines said. Merrise, uncomfortable with the scrutiny, stood up shakily on the injured leg and ran over to Dipper. He held her wrapped up in arms. “Dipper? What is all this?” His mother was staring at him with a look of concern, but there was also a sternness. She knew how to get him to open up and wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

He made a snap decision and stood apart from Merrise. She and Mabel watched him expectantly, bracing for impact of what he might say. Dipper swiftly removed Journal 9 and held it behind his back. In the rush and with his attention elsewhere he missed that a soft gleam surrounded the book, and failed to notice the suspicious heat emanating from its pages. “Mom, Dad. There’s some things I need to explain. They’re going to sound unlikely, even impossible at first. But I need you to believe me.”

“What are you on about, Dip?” His father asked, baffled by the turn of events. “What’s going on with Merrise?” Dipper flinched, uncomfortable with any perceived slight against his daughter.

“She’s… fine… well, not fine, her knee probably hurts, but that’s not the point…”

“Son, you’re rambling.”

“You’ve gotta understand, we were sure you’d think we were crazy, and then we’d never get to visit Gravity Falls or see our friends again, let alone all the other stuff.”

“What-”

“Grunkle Ford!” Dipper blurted out. “You remember when he showed up out of the blue, well this is all tied up with that! If he were here he could make you understand it.”

“Dip,” Mabel said gently. “You’re not making any sense, slow it down.”

Merrise’s fingers brushed along the gold medallion she wore. “Dad? I could just show them.”

“No no Merrise, I can do this.” He took a deep breath. Both his parents were staring at him like he had two heads. Doubt clouded his concentration. He felt like they’d never accept their granddaughter’s unique heritage, and thus all the lying and the secrets would tear them apart. He had to stay composed, had to make them understand. “You see it all started in 2012… no, uh, Merrise is from… no, magic is…” He screwed up his eyes, feeling silly for how he couldn’t get this out. Finally he calmed himself and was ready to face the consequences. “Mom, Dad, I’ve been hiding something from you, something that’s affected our whole-”

“Dipper Pines had a problem… Dipper Pines had to tell the truth.”

Dipper’s eyes flew open. The voice had come from behind him, whispered in a rasping tone in a voice that sounded not unlike his own. While the others looked on in confusion, he twirled around to look at Journal 9. His jaw dropped open.

The golden lines on the cover which formed the Big Dipper were blindingly bright and the pages shone. A glowing aura flowed around the book. He had to release his grip as a fiery surge burst out. It fell open on the ground, pages splayed. He stepped back in alarm and the others tried to peer over at what was happening. They had to cover their eyes momentarily as the book flashed like the sun.

Dipper was knocked off his feet by a powerful shaking. It was like the earthquakes he’d got used to as a kid living in Piedmont but he knew this was different. A vast column of energy shot out from the pages. Mabel quickly pushed Merrise behind her back and stood, arms raised, in front of her parents. Dipper scrambled backwards until he was at her feet.

The journal began to float a few inches off the ground, propelled upwards by the energy. Out of the swirling morass of light a glowing golden triangle began to form in the air. For a moment Dipper’s blood ran cold as the light extended upwards. But it didn’t form a top hat as he’d feared. A second triangle grew out of the first, like a directional arrow, and a short rectangle emerged from the base. He realised that he knew this symbol. How could he not? Pacifica wore it as a necklace, Mabel had it tattooed on her arm, it adorned three of the journals - it was his symbol. The Pine Tree.

Mr and Mrs Pines gasped as the golden light suddenly dissipated with a whoosh of air and the simple representation of the tree began to painstakingly resolve itself. Cracking and folding, wooden bark spread and branches burst forth. On either side the extremities curled into large talons, each sporting six fingers. Below the tree’s trunk instead of roots four slender legs sprouted, coated in a thick, matted tangle of beige fur. Each leg ended in cloven feet with a pair of delicately balanced toes. At the very top of the amalgam several points of light flickered into life in the air before faint lines connected them into a familiar shape, that of a particular constellation - the Big Dipper.

Finally, one last star appeared in the centre of the constellation and Dipper could tell that it was some kind of eye. It blinked, and then a circular sigil faded into being just below the constellation. It was the vaguely fishlike symbol from Grunkle Stan’s fez. Dipper watched in utter astonishment as the round symbol flexed, opening and closing, functioning as a mouth on top of this monstrous chimaera.

The golden glow exploded outwards, leaving the completed creature in place, a mass of wood and leaves and fur, standing taller than the surrounding wooden buildings. Its great arms reverberated the earth as they clamped down to support the great bulk. One fell upon the white arches of the Sydney Opera House, tearing claw marks along the surface. Behind the beast Dipper could see Mabel and Merrise staring slack-jawed, but his parents were absolutely terrified, clinging to one another for support.

He should be angry or upset, he should want to rage against this injustice derailing his perfectly laid plans to reveal the truth to his parents in slow increments. But instead all he felt was an upswell of relief. “Well shit. Cat’s out of the bag now.”

Below the four legs, Dipper spied his journal, now inanimate again and thankfully undamaged. “New entry: December 22nd, 2029.” The amalgam was talking, sounding like an oddly ethereal melding of several voices. As well as his own, Dipper heard fragments of Ford’s voice, Pacifica’s, even snatches of Soos and Grunkle Stan. “I am alive.”

“Dipper, talk to me, what are we looking at?” Mabel was trying to stay calm, but couldn’t hide the franticness creeping into her tone. Other people, golfers and staff members, hadn’t failed to notice the beast either and were starting to panic.

“I think it’s from the journal. From all of the journals.”

“But how?!”

“I’ve got a hunch,” he started to say, but the creature spread out its arms. Unsteady on its feet, it lurched forwards. Dipper sprung to his feet, unable to hide a fascination with the newly created being. “Can you understand me? I’m Dipper. The author.”

“Mason, what is going on?” his mother snapped.

He half-turned his head to her and shrugged, offering a weak grin. “Long story.”

“Long- Mason Pines, you explain this right away or I’ll-”

“Mary,” Mr Pines said, his voice trembling, “I don’t think now is the time.”

“Property of Mason Pines… Pacifica Pines… Stanford Pines…” The chimaera’s arms gripped the constellation head. “It does not cohere. Gemloblin, Floating Cliffs, Kochab, The Oracle, Lilliputtian, the Code, F helped build the bunker, Pacifica’s new haircut, April 4th, July 15th, February 29th… ah!” Thrashing about, the creature exalted and charged towards the shack by the entrance. The terrified attendant clambered out and let out a piercing scream as he ran.

The creature never made it to him. Mabel had leapt into action, jumping onto the beast’s hairy flank and attempting to ride it like a horse. “Giddy up, constellation face!” The creature bucked and she was nearly thrown off. Unfazed, she embedded her golf club into wooden bark. During the creature’s apotheosis she’d been biding her time, awaiting her moment to strike back with full force.

The chimaera stumbled and nearly collided with the Pines’ parents and Merrise. Dipper’s protective instincts kicked in and he pulled his daughter out of the way at the last second. The beast fell onto the pyramid of Kukulkan, splintering it into hundreds of wooden fragments, but quickly sprang back up.

Mabel, who had jumped off at the last second, now rushed between it and the others, striking out with a flurry of light punches and kicks. But the creature was starting to learn, enough to fight back and defend itself. One of its beefy six-fingered hands grabbed Mabel’s leg and swung her around above its head. “Woah woah, dizzy!” She went flying across the course, colliding with the Leaning Tower of Pisa and knocking it straight upright. “Oops.”

Dipper attempted to corral the beast, raising his arms and sending it trotting backwards. “Easy now, you don’t have to fight. We can help you figure out this whole ‘being alive’ business.” At the beast’s flank, Merrise suddenly lashed out with her own golf club. “No, Merrise, stay back.” It was too late, the creature was already off on a gallop towards him. He dived out of the way as it smashed through the fence around the golf course. He got to his feet and watched it riding off along the road, Mabel’s golf club dislodging and clattering to the earth as it went.

He surveyed the destruction. Several of the replica landmarks had been smashed in, and the courses torn up. There were dazed people all around, including his sister nursing a sore back. Merrise ran up beside him. “Dad, what are we gonna do? It’s getting away!”

“One thing at a time, Sixer.” He bent down to pick up his journal. His fingers flinched, scared of being burnt, but the book was cold again. After examining it for after-effects, Dipper slipped it into his jacket. His theories on what had just taken place would have to wait. For now they had to stop this from escalating further. “Mabel, go get the car. We’ve got to go after that thing and make sure it doesn’t do any more harm.”

She stretched her back and grumbled. “Right, no rest for the weary.”

“Come on Merrise.” He held her hand and they sped towards the exit.

“Wait!” his mother cried. Both of his parents were overwhelmed, still boggling at the hole torn in the fence and the surrounding devastation. But they were most disturbed by Dipper’s casual acceptance. He looked to Merrise, who seemed as uncertain how to proceed as he was. “What’s going on, Mason? Please, tell us.”

“That creature,” his father intoned, “you knew something like that was about to happen. And Merrise’s blood, you still haven’t explained.”

Dipper rubbed his arm, knowing they needed to rush off to catch the beast but unwilling to leave this unresolved. “Look, there’s so much we have to tell you but now is not the time. I’ve unleashed that dangerous creature and I have to go after it. I promise, once this is over you’ll understand, but we’ve got to do what we can to stop anyone getting hurt. Please, will you not argue for now?”

His parents shared a look, then his father reached out to clutch Dipper’s arm. “We’d better get to the car. If it’s heading downtown you’ll need someone who knows the roads to navigate.”

Dipper was gobsmacked that it had been that easy to convince them.

“Well,” his mother said authoritatively, “what are we waiting for?”

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Jonathan Byers' Bogus Journey: Day 3

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Day 3: 08/16/1987

Bumfuck-nowhere, Possibly Colorado

FUCK! I close my eyes and let my guard down for five minutes with these morons and disaster strikes yet again. What the hell, man. Why can’t I catch a break? Seriously, I must have been an absolute piece of shit in a past life to keep getting fucked over like this. That, or it’s just the joys of being born a Byers, itself a curse. I knew this exact shit would happen the moment the others agreed to take Eddie’s van over Steve’s beemer. The thing could barely make it across Hawkins without something causing it to splutter and die. And with Eddie managing most, if not all the repairs, and cutting corners it was pretty much held together by Band-Aids and dumb luck. Unfortunately, that luck decided to crap out now. Stupid piece of scrap! The guys just wouldn’t listen to reason. I should have nipped it in the bud right then and there. Or better yet, just hitchhiked instead and saved myself all this. Yes, there would have been a high probability of getting murdered, but the alternative right now is that I’ll become the murderer! My anxiety is through the roof and I’m so close to exploding at them. But if they turn on me…Three against one – the odds aren’t great but Steve doesn’t really count I don’t like my odds. Billy is made for fighting and Eddie is scrappy and not above fighting dirty. I don’t think I’d stand much of a chance. Or they might just abandon me on the side of the road. They could do any number of things and there’d be nothing I could do about it. I don’t think Eddie would actually do anything too insidious, but he could cut off my weed supply. And right now, that’s the only thing keeping me from losing my shit at them!

Forget getting to Argyle in time for his birthday. At this rate, I’ll never even get to California!

“Ow! God damn it!”

“Watch it Hargrove, you idiot. The radiator is steaming. Of course, it’s going to be hot! Use a rag or something.”

“Oh yeah? Well, if you’re so smart, why don’t you deal with it?”

“Stevie doesn’t know shit about cars. He brings the beemer into Thatcher’s for every little thing. He can’t even change his own oil.”

“Shut up, Munson. It’s your patch job that got us into this mess.”

“Well sorry Mr. Moneybags. We can’t all afford brand new radiators and annual tune ups.”

“Looks like the nearest town is back from where we came. Someone’s going to have to hitchhike back there and get us a tow.”

“I nominate you, Jonnie-boy!”

“W-what?! Why me?”

“Well, I’m not leaving my baby all alone on the side of the road.”

“Why not? Like, who the fuck is going to steal this hunk of junk? It’s not like they could take it anyway. It doesn’t even start.”

“If you’re just going to stand there and continue insulting my precious baby then you can go too, Steve.”

“Excuse me, but who died and made you King of decision making?”

“Being the eldest, and therefore the most responsible, the onus lies with me to guide you helpless children with my bountiful wisdom.”

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s how it works. And you’re definitely not the most responsible one here.”

“Be that as it may, I’m still the oldest. And I say Stevie goes with Jonnie.”

“You know what. Fine. I’ll do it if it gives me a break away from you two shitheads.”

“I didn’t do shit. Don’t lump me in with him.”

“Come on, Jonathan. Let’s get out of here.”

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“You know he only did that to get rid of us right.”

It took us 30 or so minutes – this area doesn’t seem to get a lot of traffic – but we finally got picked up by a passing truck. The atmosphere the moment we got in – I could tell something was off. I think Steve did too by the way he tensed as he sat on the bench seat next to the guy. He looked way to happy to be picking up a couple of hitchhikers. So, in case we’re never seen again and someone stumbles across this journal; I, Jonathan Byres, and Steven Harrington were picked up on route 50 heading back to what we think is Syracuse at about 7:41pm on Sunday, August 16th, 1987 by a non-descript white 4-wheeler driven by heavy-set, middle-aged Caucasian male, and if we are murdered by this man, just know it was William Hargrove and Edward Munson’s fault.  

The guy is honestly looking at Steve the way I imagine a predator views its prey, and his right hand is edging ever closer to Steve’s thigh. Steve’s side eye is screaming ‘help me’, but like, what does he want me to do??? Swap seats?! Like hell I will.

“What’s a pretty boy like you doing in the middle of nowhere. It’s dangerous this late in the day. You’re lucky I stopped to pick you up. Best decision I made today if you ask me.”

“Haha, oh you know, just on a road trip with my friend, Jon, here.”

“Your friend, you say? I see.”

“You know, he’s a black belt in karate. We were on our way to a tournament in Nevada when we broke down. All the top fighters from around the country will be there, and Jon here is the best of the best. Isn’t that right, Jon?”

“Oh, um, yeah.”

Jesus, Steve does not know when to shut his damn mouth. His tall tales are going to get us both killed and dumped in the backwoods where no one will find us. The guy has eyes, beady though they are. There’s no way he’s buying that I’m a karate prodigy.

“’Awful nice of you to come out all this way to support your friend. I expected nothing else from a nice young man such as yourself. But I want to hear more about you.”

“Oh, well, there’s not much to say really. I don’t know karate, but I know my way around a fist fight, and blunt objects when I need to.”

Just shut up, Steve. Shut up. SHUT UP! What the fuck does he think he’s doing?! He’s not helping.

“Tell me, are you into wrestling? Because I could show you some moves in that department. You sure do have the body for it.”

“T-thanks.”

“I gotta stop at the rest stop just up here a ways and then we can get down and dirty. I’ll show you how it’s -arrrgh. Motherfucker!”

“Run, Jonathan! Fucking run!”

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‘Yn! Look! All the kids got me and you and moon valentines!” All the kids ruched in with valentines. “Golly! So many! One at a time please”.

The first kid in line came up. “Here yn I got you dis!” It was a card with a lady in a bikini blowing a kiss. The inside said: have a sexy Valentine’s Day, you sexy wh😳re you. Yn turned to sun. “Sun I have a great activity idea for today!” “Cool! What’s that?” “Why don’t weeeee teach the younger kids to read!” Yn showed the card to sun. Sun was now red instead of yellow. “Yes thets a great wonderful amazing awesome fantastic incredible super idea that’s EXACTLY what we should do! Teach the kids to read the cards before they give them!”

“Here sun I got you a gift and moon a gift! My brother drew the smiley face inside!”

“That’s an… interesting face!” “He says their name is sinep!” “Yessssssss very interesting”. “Sunny why are you making that face?” Sun put the card down. “Okkkkk next!”

A baby toddled up and handed sun his gooey pacifier. “Oh my gosh I love it thanks so much!” Sun hugged the kid.

“Here’s a card for Andy!” Andy read it. “Happy valentines day to you… nobody likes you… you look like an animal go back to the zoo…” “you should know my father is a zookeeper and it is a fine profession! He can tame a frothing beast in five seconds and turn it into a complacent animal”.

The next kid came and threw up on sun. “I got you chocolates but I ate them by accident but then I guess I gave them back”. Yn helped sun clean up. “Thanks sunshine! Why don’t you go with moon! He can give you a medicine that will help your tummy feel better and then he can get you all nice and cozy to rest”. Moon led the kid away.

The next kid had a huge bouquet of roses and a real diamond. “My mom says it’s too keep letting me come here for free while she shops and rides in her limo”. Sun set them aside. “That’s really really nice of her! Has she let you ride in the limo before?” “Not till I’m older”. “That makes sense”.

The next couple kids got sun a teddy bear. The kid after that had a half empty Chica fizzy faz for yn and half a stick of gum for Andy. Another kid gave moon some glow in th e dark finger paint. A kid literally stopped down and picked up a hair from the ground and gave it to sun. A really little kid gave sun a candle that said ‘sticky c🫣m scent sure yo make you horny”. “My mom wowks In a sex showp! She doesn’t let me go in thow…”. This kid often came in the daycare smelling of second hand cigarette smoke. ( like he didn’t smoke but his mom did).

The best gift was the teddy bear and a jumbo box of chocolates, the worst was not the card or the candle but a kid brought his dead goldfish in. “I don’t want it anymore you can have it”. The most expensive was the diamond and another kid brought in a purebred puppy that was worth a lot of money except this one was blind and the runt. They gave it to an animal shelter. The cheapest one was the hair. The biggest was when this kids aunt did wheelies and donuts in the parking lot with her monster truck as a show for the kids. She almost crushed a junk car she towed there for fun but that’s where fazbear drew the line and made her bring both cars back home. The smallest one was this ‘interesting looking grain of sand’ this kid found on the beach.

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[ad_1] When an previous automotive reaches the top of its life, house owners typically resolve to have it towed away slightly than take care of ongoing repairs. However what truly occurs to a junk automotive after it’s towed away? From dismantling and recycling elements to environmentally protected disposal practices, right here’s a have a look at what goes on behind the scenes as soon as your car leaves your driveway. If you happen to’re desirous about figuring out extra about WA automotive removals be sure you go to WA Automotive Removals. Preliminary Inspection and Analysis After a junk automotive is towed to a scrapyard or salvage yard, it goes by an preliminary inspection. Professionals assess the automotive’s situation to find out which elements are salvageable and that are destined for recycling. Any elements which are in good working order, just like the engine, transmission, or alternator, could also be eliminated and offered as spare elements. Automobiles which are in particularly poor situation are sometimes dismantled instantly, whereas others with some usable elements undergo additional analysis. Dismantling the Automobile The subsequent step is rigorously dismantling the car. Salvage yards have expert technicians who take away invaluable elements like wheels, tires, batteries, and digital elements. These elements are sorted and cleaned, prepared for resale or reuse. Main elements such because the engine, transmission, and catalytic converter are sometimes in excessive demand, particularly if they're suitable with different fashions. Components that may’t be reused or are too broken are put aside for recycling. Even seemingly minor elements, similar to inside trims or mirrors, are generally salvaged in the event that they’re in fine condition. This course of maximizes the worth of every junk automotive whereas decreasing waste by reclaiming as many elements as doable. Recycling and Materials Restoration As soon as the helpful elements are eliminated, the remaining shell of the automotive, referred to as the “carcass,” goes by a rigorous recycling course of. Recycling a car includes separating the completely different supplies – similar to metallic, plastic, and glass – that make up the automotive. The metallic, together with metal and aluminum, is commonly despatched to a shredder or crusher. As soon as shredded, it goes by magnetic separation to filter out ferrous metals like metal from non-ferrous metals like aluminum. This metallic restoration course of is important as a result of it offers uncooked supplies for brand spanking new merchandise whereas decreasing the necessity for brand spanking new metallic mining, which is each energy-intensive and environmentally taxing. Metallic from junk automobiles typically re-enters the market to change into a part of new autos, development supplies, and shopper merchandise, making it an integral a part of the round financial system. Environmental Disposal of Hazardous Supplies Vehicles comprise hazardous supplies that must be rigorously dealt with to keep away from environmental contamination. These supplies embrace engine oil, transmission fluid, brake fluid, antifreeze, and even air-con refrigerant. The salvage yard ensures that these fluids are correctly drained and disposed of in keeping with environmental laws. Batteries and tires additionally require particular dealing with. Tires are sometimes recycled for makes use of like rubber mulch or asphalt, whereas batteries may be safely recycled for his or her lead and acid elements. By correctly managing these hazardous supplies, salvage yards reduce the environmental impression of disposing of junk automobiles. Conclusion The method of disposing of a junk automotive is rather more concerned than merely towing it away. Salvage yards and recycling services work to maximise the worth of every car, from salvaging reusable elements to responsibly recycling hazardous supplies. Understanding this course of highlights

the significance of recycling junk automobiles and the way it contributes to a extra sustainable setting. By selecting to recycle your junk automotive, you’re not solely liberating up area in your storage but in addition supporting eco-friendly practices that scale back waste and preserve assets. [ad_2] Supply hyperlink