#and my brakes were just like damn I don’t wanna fucking do this anymore

[kirk-says-wah]

someone tell me why today of all days my brakes had to snap WHILST I was driving 😭

[opposite-idol]

Don't Call Me Baby (Freaks pt.2)

Make a wish on a shooting star Because I don’t know what’s supposed to work anymore Baby, tell me, is this war? Please take a pause, I’m already sore I held paws, until they were gone Sensibility tells me I can’t grieve anymore But, what everyone loves about me, is I’ve got no damn sense Why start now? But I finally have a realistic vision Wow But I’m the only one who can see it Because I wear heart shaped rose tinted glasses I don’t need the vagueness I just need to win in Vegas So I can finally stop faking it Baby, I’m broken But I don’t need to be fixed I just need to see you being yourself And making it, and live, laugh, loving every minute of it “Live, laugh, love” Sure fits like a glove When you’re delusional as fuck

So that’s who I am Did I stutter? I hope not My mind is free of clutter Even though the world’s a mess I admit But I can’t help it I wear rose tinted glasses And I’m so tired of the vagueness I already know I’m famous Yes, I’m serious I promise I’m not faking it Baby, promise I’ll meet you in Vegas After I make it through all these clowns Who try to say industry made us Yeah, industry sure as hell raised us It wasn’t any fool trying to say “praise Yeezus” “But you’re not famous” Yeah, I know, I’m sorry But can you blame us I’m tired of all the worry I just wanna be free But I wanna “live, laugh, love” so badly And I can’t do that without saying all these shitty things

Baby, I’m gonna be late I’m sorry Will my own marriage wait for me? I’m inclined to lie and say I’m fighting injustices I’m sorry, I’m so busy It’s not like that line is foreign to me Both to hear and say Things weren’t ever supposed to go the right way So, baby I’m sorry Will you wait for me? I’m way too busy I lie The truth is, to be honest I’m just lazy And I’m tired of the lack of variety Done with the vagueness Goddamn, better win in Vegas Because I’m tired of pretending it doesn’t exist And I feel so blessed Never get slapped on the wrist But I’m exhausted, so maybe I just don’t feel it I lie The truth is, to be honest I’m wide awake And I don’t know how to put on the brakes I just know how to blend in, so good at faking it But for you I never did, and they don’t need to know a damn thing Holy shit look at this ring

[sukunasbabymama]

Meeting his counterpart, pt. 7.

⌗ Pairing: Sanzu Haruchiyo (Ft. Manjiro Sano).

⌗ Warnings: READER cuz you have to be one psycho motherfucker to be the counterpart of my man here, cursing, really light mention of drug, mention of killing, speechless Sanzu? Suggestive but just a one time mention cuz reader a menace.

Request.

As I said, you got to be one crazy mf to be his counterpart. And we are talking about Bonten Sanzu here.🤨

So, you were a little bit a lot mf powerful in the gang scene, so, naturally, you know Mikey.

But you didn’t know Sanzu since Mikey always used to meet with you in private. Your rules.

Now, one day you were at one of Mikey’s clubs and saw him on the VIP, he lifts his cup at you and then motions you to go there.

Just when you were about to get to your colleague someone was in front of you.

“Who are you?” He says.

“First of all, who are you?” You say, and he opens his suit cockily, letting you see his gun. You laugh. “That’s cool, I got one too, wanna see it?”

In the blink of an eye he was pointing between your eyes with the gun, you smile.

“Oh, is this your loyal mad dog, Manjiro?” You say in a mocking tone, you see his eye twitch in annoyance.

“The one and only, put it down,” Mikey says, and the guy put the gun down and gets closer till y’all nose are almost touching.

“Name’s Sanzu, watch your mo—”

“Did I ask? I don’t give a fuck, move,” You say in a bored tone. And he actually moves, remembering that you apparently know his boss.

He’s confused when you get to Mikey and he actually stands up to give you a hug and a short kiss on the cheek.

“Sanzu, this is Y/N, the one that rules Osaka,” If he didn’t have self-control his jaw would be on the floor after hearing that.

After that, he remains silent for the rest of the night. And then Mikey orders him to take you to your hotel.

He keeps silent when he opens the back door for you, but you didn’t take it, instead of opening the one in the copilot seat.

“Cat got your tongue after hearing who am I?” You say after he starts driving and he tightens his grip on the steering wheel. “Mikey’s not here anymore, wanna restart what you were doing?”

“Do you have a death wish?” He asks confused. He’s so used to people fearing him, even when he was a kid, he was a whole vice-captain in a gang, and now he’s the second in command of the biggest gang. You talking to him like that is fucking his mind worse than the drug he has in his pocket for later.

“I don’t, just want to get on your nerve for that shit you pulled earlier,” You say, dropping the mockery in your voice. “You can’t just ask that shit to everybody, you should ask him first if he wants to see the person. Today is me who is his colleague and friend, but tomorrow could be a potential business partner”

He groans in annoyance. It’s fucking true, he acted like a fucking rookie. The worst thing about this? He just did that because he fucking wants you and was desperate to talk to you since he first saw you asking for a drink at the bar.

“Is it that hard for you to ask for a number?” He almost crushes the car from the shock and the way he stomps on the brakes. You laugh. “I’m very aware of my surroundings, even before Mikey called me I knew you were gawking me like a damn predator”

“You little sh—” You pulled him to yourself by his tie, taking advantage that he stop the car in the middle of the street. You look to his lips, then to his eyes, then to his lips again, you wet your painted lips.

“If you like me that much all you need to do is ask me out, pretty boy,” You murmur in a sultry tone and he gulps and closes his eyes. “All that gunplay and stuff save it for later… with a little begging I will indulge you, yeah?”

He groans, who the fuck are you and why the fuck he feels like he’s been loving you for ages already?

@saturnmitsuya @milliumizoomi @dai-tsukki-desu @baji-san

[babyyweebbitch]

Can you make a GC for the RE Boys + Piers and Jake where they try to calm down an angry reader but ended up getting a bloody nose by accident?

😀 yes. I’m so sorry this took a few days. I couldn’t get creative enough in one day for this. I’m so so sorry!

Genre // I have no idea what to call it ; fluff (towards the ends)

TW // angy/stressed reader ; blood ; arguing ; Leon being adorable af

Characters // Leon, Carlos, Jake, Piers

Leon Kennedy

You weren’t really having the best day today. You woke up late which made you late for work, you had so much work to do, two meetings and your boss ended getting mad at you because you didn’t do everything you had to that day

Everything was so shitty you felt like punching a brick wall. On top of that you had to fix the tire on your truck since it popped. Today wasn’t really the day to be fucked with

You got home and threw your bag on the floor, took off your shoes and went to the dining room to sit at the table. You felt so pissed off and tired. You heard the footsteps of your boyfriend coming from you bedroom

“You okay…? You usually never come in like this…” Leon spoke as he placed a hand on your back, you quickly moved his hand away

“Don’t touch me right now…” you responded and Leon looked almost offended. He sat next to you and Leon being Leon he still continued to get you to talk to him about your day

“Honey please… I’ll get you a glass of water maybe some food so you can talk… did you eat your lunch I packed for you?” Pls protect this man at all costs 🥺

“Leon please…. I don’t want to talk about it I’m too tired, im stressed the hell out, Please just go away!” the stress from that day was too much for you to handle and you started to cry from it

Leon hated seeing you this stressed. He knew you didn’t mean any of that it was just the emotions were too much for you to handle right now. He knows exactly how you feel because he gets the same way too. The difference between you and him is you don’t tell him you’re stressed and he hates that “baby….”

Leon went over to you to hug you but you put your hand up thinking it was his shoulder, you pushed him away “Leon please! I-“ you looked up at him and realised it wasn’t his shoulder it was his face you pushed

Leon stood back and wiped his nose before looking at it — He was bleeding… Seeing the blood and knowing you did that made you feel like shit… you started to cry more “I-I’m sorry!”

Leon went to get some tissue and wipe the blood before getting more to plug that nostril. He surprisingly wasn’t mad “don’t be.. I get you’re upset” he washed his hands and went over to hug you. You hugged back

“You’re not mad at me…?”

“I get your upset and I know you didn’t mean it. Look Let’s go get you changed and cleaned up then we can watch a movie” he suggested as he helped you up. This man never got mad with you even if you accidentally hurt him like now. Especially when your emotions explode like that

😡 —————————————— 😡

Carlos Oliveira

It’s been a long and stressful month for you. Umbrella was working you like a dog, making you do all these papers, tasks, one stressful mission

Ontop of all this you weren’t getting as much sleep as you would like. When you got home Carlos was already home since he wasn’t worked as much as you were so he got to go home earlier

You put all your stuff on the floor by the door and stormed to your bedroom, you looked like you were crying the entire drive home mainly cause you were

“Well hello to you to…” Carlos said under his breath as he dried his hands off and turned off the sink water. He was washing the dishes since he was about to make dinner “hey! What’s up with you?” Carlos walked into the room to see you crying on the bed

“Carlos I can’t deal with this job anymore… I honestly fucking can’t anymore. They’ve been working me like a dog, no brakes, nothing!” You said as Carlos went over to you and sighed

“I’m sorry…. I-“

“No you aren’t being if you were you would have noticed by now and said something! Tried to at least help me once” you got up and grabbed a fresh pair of clothes

“Whoa what the hell? I asked you if you needed help like two weeks ago with papers and you said no. I tried to help you but you said you can handle it”

“Carlos…. Please just go away and let me be… I don’t need this right now”

“I — Talk to me please. I wanna help I’m sorry I didn’t…” Carlos walked over and placed his hands on your shoulders as if trying to comfort you

You snapped and pushed him away “Carlos please! I said — oh no…” you finally realised how hard you pushed him because now his nose was bleeding, two drops fell on the floor

Carlos was more shocked that you managed to push him THAT hard he put his hand to his nose and started at you. You just stood there expecting him to be mad at you and like storm out the room or something but he just chuckled “well damn…”

You stood there and stared at him, you felt so bad you looked at your hands as if they were weapons “I-I hurt you…. I’m so sorry please, Carlos!” Your voice shook as you started to cry again

Carlos held his hand on his nose then grabbed yours with his free hand, you flinched at his touch since you were afraid you were gonna hurt him again “I know you didn’t mean it honey… don’t beat yourself up over it. You were pissed and exploded. You see how I get when I’m like that — I just never hit you because I’m not like that. Accidents happen”

Let’s just say you didn’t touch him for like three weeks after that

😡 —————————————— 😡

Jake Muller

Jake was always able to tell when something was wrong with you from a mile away. He knew everything mainly because he was very observant. So when you were pissed he knew.

You’ve been in a pissy mood all day and Jake finally decided to say something about “hey. The hell is up with you? You’ve been mad all day and won’t even give me a kiss”

“I’m fine Jake…”

“It’s your dad again isn’t it? I told you to tell me whenever he —“

“Jake — Didn’t I just say I’m fine?” You turn to look at him. There was no convincing Jake you were fine since he knew

“Well you’re obviously not fucking fine — You wouldn’t be using that tone with me if you were” Jake said as you stood up and he stood up after you. You let out a very annoyed sigh and walked away, Jake being Jake followed behind you “please tell me what’s wrong I don’t like arguing with you. That’s my least favourite thing to do”

You shut the door and Jake wasn’t really paying attention so he continued walking and he ran face first into the door. All you hear is “ah fuck!” From the other side of the door, this made you start laughing a bit before opening the door and looking at Jake — Funny how your mood changed 🧍🏾‍♀️

Jake held his nose and looked at you “you meant that didn’t you?” He asked before walking to the bathroom to see his nose, it was bleeding but not that much

“Your dumbass didn’t pay attention, that’s kinda your fault but mine at the same time” you chuckled, Jake got some toilet paper and plugged his nose with it before washing his hands “will you tell me what’s wrong now without an attitude?”

You agreed and you eventually told him what was wrong on, you did get mad again because of what happened but Jake ended up calming you down without his nose getting half of that anger like last night 😀

(I just wanted to make this one funnier 😭😭)

😡 —————————————— 😡

Piers Nivans

Just like Jake he was able to tell when you were upset and about to explode at any second but he didn’t want almost all day before asking you. He was the type when he sensed something was off with you he’d automatically confront you. It was kinda scary on how fast he did this too

“Babe… is something bothering you? You’re not acting correct….” Piers asked as you stared at him. You shook your head and piers immediately knew it was bullshit, he grabbed you hand gently “you don’t have to hide this from me you know…”

You pull your hand away and stand up “Piers im fine. Please…” you tell him and he’s not falling for it. Piers is stubborn and won’t stop until he gets an answer. He grabbed your hand and you kinda snapped and pushed him away “Piers! I told you I’m fine. Stop” you told him. Not really raising your voice but it was stern. You didn’t think you pushed him hard but Piers also did get hurt in weird ways even though he was in the BSAA

“Babe….” He said, his voice sounded so hurt and he felt something drip from his nose and looked down to see it was blood. You felt so fucking bad you started crying “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to I got mad!” You pleaded as you backed away, Piers immediately hugged you because he knew he probably pushed it this time, using a free hand to cover his nose so he didn’t get blood on you

“Honey I’m sorry…. I pushed you too much I’m sorry. Also I get bloody noses a lot so this is nothing” Piers was lying about the bloody nose part, he didn’t want you to feel bad

You didn’t touch him for a week after that 🥺

[thebloggerbloggerfun]

@jellydeans: so are cas and jimmy novak just up in heaven existing at the same time @katebushstandean: #jimmy moves to heaven timbuku so that dean stops trying to make out with him every time they run into each other at the heaven grocery store

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Thanks for letting me write this, guys!!

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The thing about Heaven was that it was whatever you wanted it to be, and most of its residents wanted it to be familiar.

Technically, Dean didn’t need to fill his car up on gas anymore, but there was still a gas station just down the street from where his new home was placed. He didn’t need to sleep, but he still had a large king-sized bed he made sure to make use of at least once a day. He didn’t need to eat, but there was a thriving supermarket that catered to whatever he was feeling like eating and always boasted the freshest ingredients for when he wanted to get a little fancy with his cooking.

Like today, for example.

Bobby had said he doubted Dean could make a proper souffle, so obviously Dean had to make the old man eat his words - and a souffle.

Dean stared at all of the different options of eggs, trying to decide if “free-range” vs. “organic” actually meant anything in Heaven, or if it was just meant to give him some sort of familiarity.

He grabbed the “free-range” option and moved on to the dairy.

There was movement out of the corner of his eye in the meat section across the way, and the way his heart stopped in his chest when he turned to look would have killed him if he wasn’t already dead.

It was Cas.

Cas, who Dean had spent every day thinking about since he’d left. Cas, who Dean had been trying to find ever since Bobby told him he was still around. Cas, who Dean still had unfinished business with.

He’d spend hours in bed, staring at the ceiling of his room and rehearsing just what he’d say when he saw him again, but in those scenarios Cas had shown up on his doorstep or in the passenger seat of his car where they could have a moment to just be .

He’d never been buying hamburger meat.

Dean rushed forward, cart forgotten, and skidded to a halt in front of Cas, just as he looked up in surprise.

“I love you -” Dean said in a rush, heart pounding, head reeling, “Of course I love you. You’re - fuck - you’re everything I could ever want and I’m - I’m so damn sorry if I made you feel like you couldn’t have me, too.”

Cas blinked at him, and it was in that moment Dean realized something was wrong.

His expression, his hair, the way he moved, the way he was dressed - all of it was wrong.

None of it was Cas, he’d just been too overwhelmed to see it.

“Oh, uh... hey Dean,” Not-Cas said, and finished putting his selected meat in his basket, “I didn’t didn’t know that you died. Um, if you’re looking for Castiel -“

Dean turned and ran out of the store.

*

What were the fucking chances that in all of Heaven, he and Cas’s old vessel were neighbors?

Dean gunned the gas pedal on his car as he drove endlessly, trying to walk himself through what exactly had happened the day before.

Jimmy Novak was here.

Jimmy Novak who - last Dean checked - hated him.

Dean had just spewed his feelings all over him without even thinking about the possibility that he wasn’t Cas. He’d been wearing a sweater vest for crying out loud - but he was willing to forgive himself for that one because he didn’t really know how Cas would dress if he had the choice.

His hopes had soared so high when he’d seen the familiar figure, only to be dashed the moment Jimmy had opened his mouth. They sounded absolutely nothing alike - and Dean yearned for the deep gravel of Castiel’s greeting.

Dean’s grip on the wheel tightened.

Where was Cas?

Didn’t he know that there was nothing keeping them apart now?

In what could only be an act of fate smiling down on him, Dean zoomed around a corner near the Heavenly library, and instantly had to stomp on the brakes of the Impala as a trenchcoat-clad figure stepped into the previously empty crosswalk.

Old habits die hard - Dean was still going to brake for Heavenly pedestrians, especially ones that looked like Cas.

Cas turned to look at him, eyes wide, and Dean shoved the driver’s side door open in a panic. The trench coat was unmistakable this time.

“Cas! Cas - don’t go okay? I gotta -“

Cas shook his head sharply and let out a breath.

“No - Jesus Christ - it’s still me, you idiot.”

Dean gaped at him as his brain tried to catch up with the conflicting bits of information it was processing.

“...what?” He heard himself saying.

Had he just wanted it to be Cas so bad that he’d ignored all the signs?

Jimmy gestured at himself like it was enough of an explanation.

“Uh. Yeah.”

“But - but you’re wearing his trenchcoat! ” Dean said, waved at it like maybe Jimmy hadn’t realized he was walking around as the mockery of the angel who’d once shared a living space with him.

Jimmy placed an affronted hand on his own chest.

“It was my trenchcoat!”

Frustration boiled inside of him and Dean quickly slid back into the car and slammed the door shut behind him.

He sped off, once again running from what could have been.

*

Dean was sulking under a pile of blankets in his bed when there was a knock at his door.

He ignored it.

After a few moments of silence, the knocking came again, louder and more insistent this time.

Grumbling to himself, Dean threw the blankets off and trudged down the stairs, flinging open the door with a scowl.

A person with nearly combed hair was standing on the doorstep holding a six-pack of beer in one hand and had a sticker on his shirt that said, ‘Hello, my name is Jimmy’.

“Very funny.” Dean said flatly.

“It’s not funny. It’s just in case you try to kiss me or something.” Jimmy held up the six-pack expectantly. “Can I come in?”

Dean didn’t appreciate the ribbing, but he didn’t mind the beer.

And after accosting him twice he might as well let the guy do what he wanted.

“Yeah, whatever.” Dean grumbled and left the door open as he walked back inside and flopped onto his couch. “Why are you here? Don’t you hate me?”

Jimmy hummed as he set the beer down on the coffee table and took a seat opposite Dean.

“I don’t not hate you.” He said with a shrug. “But last time we talked you were trying to convince me to chain myself to a comet again and I can’t say I appreciated it.”

Dean grunted in acknowledgment.

“I’ve been in heaven for a while now. It’s nice here. I take a yoga class with my wife.” Jimmy smiled at him. “I think I’m in a much better mental space now to consider liking you, especially if we’re going to be neighbors.”

Dean winced.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to like Jimmy, it was just… that was Cas’s face. It wasn’t , but it was. Was he really going to have to be constantly taunted with it?

“Look man - I’m sorry about - you know. That.” Dean waved a hand in the air generally. “But you don’t have to do all this. I’ll stop harassing you.”

“That would be nice,” Jimmy said, opening one of the cans and taking a swig, “So, considering the things you’ve said to me, I take it he finally told you he loved you?”

Dean paused, still raw every time he thought about it.

“You knew?”

Jimmy smirked.

“That angel’s love for you permeated both of our beings so potently I’m amazed I don’t love you.” Jimmy said, like it was the kind of fact you could drop casually. “Though even I will admit, as a happily married heterosexual man, that having a man as handsome as you proclaim your love to me in the middle of a grocery store was very exciting.”

Dean dropped his head into his hands and groaned loudly.

“Don’t beat yourself up over it,” Jimmy said, “That first one was pretty good. I’m sure he’s going to love it.”

“He’s never gonna hear it.” Dean muttered.

“Sure he will. You’ve already practiced it twice.”

“I can’t find him!” Dean said, and looked back up, “He’s here somewhere, and I can’t find him. It’s killing me.”

Jimmy held out a beer can.

“Good thing you’re already dead.”

Begrudgingly, Dean accepted the beer and opened it.

“I just. . . I just wanna see him again.” Dean took a long drink. “I want to talk to him. Tell him everything. Share everything. If he wants that.”

Dean let out a long breath, expecting Jimmy to interject with a quip.

He looked over at him when nothing happened, and Jimmy was smiling at him in a way that Dean could only describe as ‘fond’.

“What?” Dean said, indignantly.

“Nothing.” Jimmy said innocently. “You’re just not what I expected.”

Dean looked away.

“Anyway, you asked why I’m here,” Jimmy took another drink, “I’ve seen Castiel.”

“What?” Dean jumped to his feet, beer can dropped to the floor and forgotten about. “Why didn’t you lead with that?”

“I’m an enigma,” Jimmy shrugged a shoulder and leaned back against the plush chair, “Anyway, I wanted to let you know as someone who has literally been in Castiel’s head - I'm pretty sure I know the reason he’s not showing himself to you.”

“Well, fucking spill.”

Jimmy paused.

“Why do you love him?”

Of all the things Dean had been expecting Jimmy to say - this wasn’t it.

Dean sat back down.

“Why?” He asked, a little breathless. “Why does it matter?”

Jimmy shrugged again.

“I guess -” Dean said, trying to unspool his emotions from the knot they’d made in his heart, “He’s - he’s Cas. He cares . . . so much about everyone and - and he’s selfless and kind and he fucking saved me in more ways than just one. He’s always been there for me and Sam and he’s just… he’s just. He’s just good . I’ll never deserve him, but I want to try.”

Dean sucked in a deep breath.

“He pulls me away from the edge, man. I just love him.”

Jimmy nodded once, set down his beer can, and in a bizarre turn of events, began yelling at Dean’s ceiling.

“Did you hear that, Castiel? Not one goddamn thing about how you look! Nothing about me or my vessel!”

Dean stared, dumbfounded.

“Wh-”

“He doesn’t care what you look like! Can you please just come talk to him so I can stop playing marriage counselor for you two?”

Care how he - what?  

What was happening?

Before Dean could fully compile all of the new information, there was a hesitant knock at the front door.

Dean whipped his head towards Jimmy, who was smiling in satisfaction.

Nearly tripping over himself, Dean rushed to the door faster than he’d rushed towards anything in his life, and swung it open.

In front of him was the wavelength of celestial intent that Dean had always known existed inside of the vessel of Jimmy Novak - the glint of angelic creation he’d caught glimpses of in the glow of his eyes and in his healing touch. The being was massive and stretched high into the sky with what was (maybe three? four??) pairs of wings scraping the clouds even further above everything. He was flaming rings and rotating divine faces that Dean could barely comprehend - he was raw power and all-knowing eyes.

On the front of his form was a sticker that read,��‘Hello, my name is Castiel’.  

“. . . Hello Dean.” The voice rumbled through the air like thunder.

“Cas?” Dean said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I - yes. I’m sorry. I lost my vessel to the Empty - this was the only way -”

“I love you, too.”

The rotating faces on the form towering above him froze in place.

“I do! I love you, Cas. Okay? You didn’t let me say it back before - and if I’ve ever made you feel like I couldn’t love you back, I’m so fucking sorry. You deserve better.”

“. . . you love me?”

Dean nodded, his heart clenching at the disbelief he could hear in Cas’s voice.

“ Even as this?”

“You’ve always been this.” Dean swallowed. “I fell in love with the angel, not the vessel.”

“Dean. . .”

Dean smiled up at him in understanding.

“Just a shame that we’ll have to get a bigger house.”

“Oh I can -”

And as Dean looked on, Castiel began to shrink. The form didn’t change - he was still as striking as he’d been the first time with his wings and halos and faces still firmly in place - but he was now maybe one foot taller than Dean instead of one hundred.

“- make myself more manageable.”

Dean grinned and took a step forward, giddy and thrilled that this was finally, actually happening

He reached up, resting a hand on one of the divine faces.

“Bite-sized.” He murmured fondly.

Jimmy’s voice cut through the moment from somewhere behind them.

“Just so you two know - I. Am. Moving!”

[cheyningdiamond]

Seen You Once Before...

Oh boy another SherHank fic? Yes. Yes it is. WARNINGS: Death, Gore, Blood, Crying, Topic of giving up on life, This is gonna be a depressing fic sorta so just be weary

It was a cold rainy night in Nevada. Sheriff was about to be executed by the agents for his cowardly acts and being deemed 'obsolete' by the Auditor. Sheriff hung his head, not wanting to look up as the Agent had a gun pointing to the back of his head. They were mocking, laughing at him. "Weeell, poor ol' cowboy here's gonna yee his last haw, ain't that right, fellers!?" One mocking his accent. "Such a shame... He lived as a coward and he'll die as one too~" The other laughed. The third one glared at them both. "Just shoot the fuckin' pussy in the head. I wanna grab a bite to eat soon." Sheriff tightly closed his eyes, staring down at his hat in front of him. His hands were tied behind his back and at this point, he didn't wanna even attempt to escape. All his life was had been nothing but failure. He failed to kill Hank.

He failed trying to protect Nevada. He even failed the Auditor. No matter what he did, who's side he was on, it just led to death, failure, and regret. He snapped out of his deep thoughts as he felt the barrel of the gun poke at the back of his head, touching his greasy light brown hair. "Any last words?" The agent smirked. "...Go fuck yerself." He replied coldly. "Ohoh, finally decided to grow a pair... Little too late for that, cowboy." He cocked the gun, and Sheriff closed his eyes again. They heard a gunshot, followed by an explosion, but it only left Sheriff on the ground with ringing ears. He opened his light brown eyes and witnessed the agent dead behind him. His head had been completely blown off and the gun beside him was on the ground. He looked up, seeing a familiar muscular black-wearing figure pounce on another agent, smashing his head into the wall, leaving red paste stained on the silver metal-like material. The last agent shrieked and tried shooting at Hank but ultimately missed. The agent was backed up by the window and with an easy kick, was sent flying out of the 4 story window, dying upon impact with the cold hard ground below. Sheriff looked up weakly, seeing the fire coming out of the hallway through the room doors. What shined in the fire was the red glasses wearing mercenary, staring down at him. His metal jaw was exposed and his outfit was torn slightly, like he had been through a rougher fight not too long ago. Sheriff knew he must've came to kill him off too, so he closed his eyes. "Just do it quick, Wimbleton... Ah know it's comin'..." He had tears forming in his eyes. He was deathly afraid of Hank. And Hank knew this. He was roughly lifted up by his jacket, but was thrown over the taller figure's shoulder. He blinked and watched Hank as they ran down the hallway, carefully not getting too close to the fires that burned down the facility. Sheriff started to reluctantly squirm. Where were they taking him!? Why won't they just kill him off!? He was waiting! There was nothing else! Sheriff started to yell. "Git off'a me!" He barked, kicking his legs weakly. This earned a very gruff. "Knock it off." From Hank. The metallic jaw had given him more of a echo-like and steel-grindy voice. Sheriff kept kicking as they reached the exit. He had to witness Hank shooting and killing every guard that got in his way from the room he found Clayton in, to now. They were finally outside in the pouring rain and Hank rushed to the van. They were pretty much in the clear now and Hank opened the trunk of the van, setting Sheriff in. Without hesitation, Sheriff kicked him in the knee, making him stumble back. He regained his posture and angrily grabbed the smaller man by his jaw, pinning him down to the trunk floor. "Now dammit, stop!" Hank snarled. Sheriff had tears in his eyes, but he was pissed. "Wh-Why th' Hell didn' you let me die back there!? They were doin' you a damn favor!" He hiccuped as he glared up at the Wimbleton, who stared coldly back with his red, blood-colored glasses. There was definitely blood stained on them. "Just. Stop. Squirming..." Hank growled. He forced Sheriff to sit up and pulled out a knife. Sheriff breathed sharply, thinking it was going into him as he closed his eyes. 'Finally, just end it. Please.' He thought. Hank pressed his body up against the Sheriff and began cutting the ropes that restrained his wrists. Sheriff just gave up. Obviously his time wasn't coming today. "Why're you helpin' me!? Last time ah checked, you wanted me dead!" "Well, things change, don't they?" He got off of him, removing his knee off of the truck and took Sheriff's hands, pulling him out of the trunk. "Come on. We're leaving." "A-Ah ain't goin' nowhere with you..." "You don't have a say in this. Now get in." Hank opened the passenger side of the van. Sheriff backed away, holding his shoulders. "A-Ah said no..." "Clayton-" Hank grabbed his arm, now furious. Sheriff snapped. "A-Ah said NO!!" Out of anger, he slapped Hank hard across the face. His glasses had fallen

onto the ground

and even broke from the sheer impact of the slap. Sheriff looked at Hank, then at his hand. Holy fuck. Did he just slap Hank fucking Wimbleton?? Ohh no. Hank held the side of his face and his ear rung from the impact and glared at Sheriff. Sheriff's eyes got big. Slapping Hank wasn't the only thing that shook him to his core... He stared deeply into his eyes. Those different colored eyes. She flashed in his memory. The train. Sheriff stared and started to shake. More tears fell from his face, his mouth was slightly agape as he started to say the name. That name. Hank glared and put his hand over Sheriff's mouth before he could even utter it. "...We're going. Now." Hank grabbed Clayton and shoved him into the seat and shutting the door. He walked over and got in the driver's seat, slamming his door. Clayton could tell he was frustrated now. This sent fear chilling up his body. No fucking way. Hank was once... A friend of his? Someone he got along well with!? He couldn't even believe, or even imagine Hank and him being friends. Or even sharing a laugh over something... Sheriff felt his stomach pit from the overwhelming stress. Both from earlier and now becoming too much. Hank silently drove away from the burnt down building, looking at it through his rearview mirror. Sheriff wanted to speak. He was pissed. He was afraid. He was confused. Why was- How did- Who- He couldn't even form questions in his head right now. Hank stared at the road as he drove. Only thing that could be heard was their gruff and heavy breathing. Sheriff stared into Hank's eyes as he drove. At this point, he decided to just figure out what was going on now. "...Wh-Where're ya takin' me...?" Hank ignored him as he drove. "...N-Now dammit, answer me!" He snapped, his voice shaking and cracked. This made Hank talk. "I'm taking you to our facility. You're still beat up and you clearly need a place to stay now, yeah?" He glared at him. "S-Since when did you even care...?" "..." "Why are you helpin' me!? What good have ah ever been to you fer you to help me!?" "Oh fucking Christ, can't you just be thankful!?" Hank suddenly yelled, feeling his temper get the best of him. "No! Yer a damn menace! A blight! All you want is people dead so long as it fills yer sick desires!" "I kill who I must. And in about 3 seconds if you don't shut your damn mouth, I'll add another on my list..." "Do it!!" Clayton screamed. "Ah ain't got nothin' anymore!" The cowboy started to come down into choked sobs as he yelled. "Ah failed my people, ah failed Nevada, ah even failed workin' for the Auditor because ah was too weak!" He glared at Hank. "So just fuckin' do it already! What's been stoppin' ya!?" There was a screech as Hank slammed his foot on the brake, roughly pressing Sheriff against the dashboard from the jolt. "Urgh-!" He grunted as he put his hands in front of himself to stop himself from smashing his face with the dashboard. Hank closed his eyes and started taking deep breaths. Was he, trying to calm down? That was rare... As far as Clayton knew the only stress reliever Hank knew what to do was kill kill kill. Hank slowly opened his eyes after a minute passed, staring at the dusty road they were on. With a low growl, he finally spoke. "...I don't know." Sheriff looked at him. "As far as I'm concerned, I should've had you dead ages ago... …But, I never did. I could've easily killed you back there before Jeb stabbed me dead. Every little attempt I just let you go. Is it pity? Do I feel bad for you? Fuck if I know." Clayton stared at Hank. "...What happened to you?" He spoke. "You were gonna be a mother. You had a calm life. You had a normal life as a normal person, man or woman, no matter! Why th' hell would you go and create all this chaos!?" Hank stared down, looking away from him. "I wasn't exactly fully innocent when you first met me, Clay..." Clayton stared. "H-Huh-?" "I had already killed a man. A man who was nothing but a drunk. A man who I unfortunately had fallen for." He started up the car as he

finished talking. "That was just my luck. But don't ever go and tell me I was innocent before. I never was. Never will be." He kept driving as Sheriff stared. "Yer, husband... Ya killed him?? That's why he was deceased when we spoke?" "...It was more self defense. He was gonna kill me and my son. I couldn't let him. So, I just..." Hank shook his head. Of everyone he killed, that was the last kill he ever wanted to talk about, let alone think it. "I don't wanna talk about it. Will you shut up and just let me take you back to get patched?" Sheriff sighed and nodded slowly. Fuck, he felt horrible now. Never would he thought they would've killed a soul back then. It was a silent 15 minute drive. The radio station played music but it was static and cut off every now and again. Clayton finally had the courage to speak up. To apologize. "...A-Ah'm sorry, Hank..." Clayton looked down. "For what?" "F-Fer everythin'... This whole war, what you went through... Er, givin' ya the big one eariler..." He looked at his hand, which still ached. Slapping teeth and metal really didn't tickle on the hand. Hank sighed. "It's, whatever. It's over now so no need to dwell on it." Clayton sighed. "Just- why? Why cause all this unnecessary violence? Why create this madness?" Hank kept his eyes on the road, but had a grim look. "...I can't exactly say... I never intended for this to be a full war." Sheriff shook his head. Everything was peaceful back then. Everyone played music, they all had a good time, just, living. Now look at it. The once gray-blue skies now black and red. Hank finally stopped the van once they were out at the hideout doors. He got out and opened the Sheriff's door. "Out. No more struggling..." Clayton nodded slowly and stepped out. With a hand on Clayton's shoulder, Hank led him inside... What was gonna happen? Was this where he was going to live...? Sheriff took a deep breath and just decided to wait and see...

[stripper-patrick]

Welcome home🚹 Henry Cavill

Warnings: smut, language, unprotected, navy seal suit, fingering, rough

Tags: @mrsbanreswillseeyou

Relationship: Henry Cavill x black plus sized reader

“Congrats grad” I smile at my little sister Janelle. She’s graduating high school today and I couldn’t be more proud. I’m basically like her second mom apart from our own mother. God I wish my husband Henry was here to see this.

“Ok everyone let’s get a picture” my dad says. We all gather together and smile. My dad takes a few and we start to depart until he stops us “one more”

He counts down from three “say surprise Y/N”

I hear a deep voice from behind me as we yell surprise Y/N. I don’t know why.

“Dad are you recording”

“He might be for this moment darling” I jump and turn around seeing Henry. My jaw drops and I see he’s in full uniform. He must’ve just came from the plane.

“Oh my god” tears blur my vision and I drop to my knees bawling. A wave of emotions hit me. Relief, joy everything. There have been weeks where he didn’t contact me and I thought the worst. He’s been deployed and gone for about 9 months.

He holds my shaking body and I wrap my arms around his neck feeling him swing me around.

“I miss you so much sweetheart” he muffles in my ear. Just to smell him and hear his voice and feel his body lets me know this is 100% real.

He puts me down kissing my head and I wipe my tears “y’all know about this”

My family laughs nodding “I planned it” My mom says

“Congratulations Janelle” he hugs her and I’m still clutching onto his hand in fear if I let go he’ll slip away from me again

“Thanks it’s nice to have you back she’s been a wreck since you were gone”

“Shut the hell up” I laugh

“Well Henry please join us for dinner tonight”

“Of course” he smiles pulling me close.

“I’ll see you guys later” I hug everyone and me and Henry walk to the parking lot. He leans down kissing me. I could tell he wanted to take me right then and there and I would’ve let him.... if my family wasn’t here.

His hand slides under my dress hooking my panties “Henry we can’t”

“Why not” he smiles

“This is a family function” he kisses me again and pulls my underwear down and puts them in his pocket with a smirk.

He leaves me there feeling on fire and gets in the passenger seat. I open the drivers side and sit down clicking my seatbelt. I push the brake and start the car looking in my rear view before backing out.

As I drive I hit heavy traffic on the highway. Looks like there’s a big accident.

“Damn” a whole car is flipped over in the middle of the road causing blockage.

“I hate traffic” I frown. Henry looks at me with a smirk and sees my legs spread a little for the dead petal and the break. He takes it upon himself to swiftly move his hand between my legs rubbing my clit softly. I smile resting my head against the headboard.

“You don’t know how much I’ve missed you” he says increasing his speed

“Show me” is all I can moan out. He inserts two fingers and waves them inside of me while circling my clit with his thumb. I roll my hips onto his fingers and he curls them up. I jerk accidentally hitting the gas but I hit the break stopping myself.

“Be careful darling” he jerks his fingers faster. I wet my dry lips and hold onto his large hand feeling the muscles and bones working to get me close to my near orgasm.

Just as I’m about to cum the traffic speeds up and I begin driving again but that doesn’t stop Henry. I twist in my seat shaking and he watches the road for me.

I open my eyes and press on the brake nearing a stop sign. “So wet for me”

“Henry this is dangerous”

“We’re almost home” he pushes his fingers back inside of me again pressing right on my g-spot. I go trying to race home without being pulled over by the police and trying not to have my next orgasm.

I pull into the gated community and scan my ID.

“Squirt on my hand” he moans

“Henry t-the cam-eras” I say in a broken moan. The gate opens and I race into it finally getting into a parking spot. Before I know it my chest caves and I scream out squirting all over the seat of the car and his hand.

“That’s my girl”

“Get inside and I want everything off” I give him the key and he winks slipping his coated fingers into him mouth. I watch him walk in and muster up the energy to get out of the car. I fix myself and walk into the house.

“Hey Y/N” my older neighbor waves

“Hi Ms. Jackson how’s your daughter”

“Still crying over that boy I see Henry came home congrats”

“Thank you. I’ll bring her a cake or something once I finish doing what I’m doing” she nods and I open the door seeing Henry stripper bare and at the dining table.

I shut the door locking it and tear off my dress. I walk over to him and he flips us around kissing me hungrily.

Henry picks me up putting me on the table and I finally feel him open me up. He moans and I smile “use me”

“I don’t think-“

“Henry make me your bitch” his entire demeanor changed. He went completely unhinged. Henry holds both of my wrists plowing into me. The pain adds to the pleasure. God I’ve missed him.

“You don’t know how much I’ve thought about fucking you until you couldn’t take it anymore”

“Henry” I moan

“How does my dick feel” I moan in response I can’t even think of anything. He slaps my breast and grabs the back of my neck letting my hands go.

I’m hunched forward and he kisses me. “S-so fucking good” I lock my legs around his waist. This is what I’ve dreamt of for many nights since he left. Henry rolls his hips into me going deeper.

“Don’t leave me again please” I beg. He pulls me up and I’m on his waist grinding down on him.

I hold onto his neck as he leans over using the table as a resource to fuck me harder.

“Trust me I won’t” he coos. Henry slaps my ass beginning my leg convulsions.

“Just like that fuck it up” I moan “I’m cumming”

“That’s what I wanna hear” he moves closer to my ear taking me through my orgasm “I want you to know I’m the only one who’s gonna make you feel this good. Look at you cumming on my cock. Such a pretty sight”

“Please cum inside of me” I beg feeling the aftershocks and sensitivity. He grips the edge of the table hissing as his thick cum coats the inside of my walls. I moan again and he always came a lot when he did. He sets me back on the table still inside of me.

“I missed you so much” he smiles

“I missed you too don’t ever leave me again”

“I won’t” he laughs.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #388

“i wanna stay inside all day  /  i want the world to go away  /  i want blood, guts, and chocolate cake  /  i wanna be a real fake”

Name three people who you'll never forget: I doubt I'd forget Jason even if, God forbid, I had dementia. That's trauma for ya. I HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHLY doubt I could EVER forget my mom, either. In many different ways, she's literally kept me alive and has done so, so much for me. Then there's also Sara, whose friendship with me matches no one else I've been friends with. Have you ever been told you are fake? No. What was the name of the last pet of yours that died? Teddy, my dog. Do you like pineapple? I do. When was the last time you wished the day would just get over with? I know this sounds seriously depressing, but that's... pretty much every day. My life is just currently such a drag that being awake bores me senseless. But it's funny, because then some nights I stay up late for like... no reason. My existence alone is confusing. Is there any specific number that has any significance to you? No. Do you remember much from high school? I remember a lot from high school. Where would you go for the ultimate honeymoon? Isn't there a black sand beach in Iceland or something? Take me there, man. I'd also love to go to the Bahamas, but ew humidity and also I'm afraid of the Bermuda Triangle lmfao. If you had to get a tattoo tomorrow, what would you get? The big piece I want to get on my left upper arm; it's called "Denialism" by NukeRooster on deviantART. I got her permission forever ago to get it tattooed. Do you have any alarms set? What time and what for? Not currently. Have you ever had to work while there was a film crew at your work place? No. Have you ever supported anyone’s Kickstarter? If so, what was it? No. What do you like in your omelet? Ham pieces and cheese. Have you ever boycotted something? Yes: Chick-fil-A. Homophobic, transphobic pieces of shit aren't getting my business. Has anyone ever borrowed something from you, and not returned it? Yes. Most notably a video game I LOOOOVED as a kid. I was mad salty and still am lmao. Do you vent a lot on social media? God no, not anymore after embarrassing the everliving FUCK out of myself with a suicide note. What was your first bill you started paying on your own? I don't pay any bills bc unemployed. .-. Do you watch ASMR videos? No. What is your favorite charitable cause to donate to or volunteer for? The Trevor Project. Have you ever received a misdiagnosis? Yes. A psychiatrist I had in middle school thought I had ADHD, which was ABSOLUTELY ludicrous. Most recently, my long-time bipolar 2 diagnosis has been questioned, but I do think I have it. I think. Does it bother you when others don’t share the same religious beliefs as you? No? Freedom of religion is a thing. What was your last argument about? Ummmm... I don't remember. Probably something with Mom. Have you found your first gray hairs yet? No. Somehow. You'd think all the stress would have me pure gray by now, lol. What are the names of all the pets you’ve had? Dude, I've had WAY too many for this. What’s the most you’ve ever spent on a cosmetic or skincare product? *shrug* Who was the last person that invited you to go somewhere? Did you accept? Mom invited me to come with her to Nicole's to get out of the house because at the time our A/C was still out. I didn't want to go, even though damn did I suffer, haha. What was the last food item that you toasted, other than bread? That's... a great question. I don't know if I toast anything other than bread. Have you ever named any of your pets after a cartoon character? I remember I had a cat named Taz when I was younger. What was the last thing that someone else recommended, or suggested you try? My TMS doctor is like SUPER friendly and makes the treatment go by so fast (it's exactly 22 minutes and 30 seconds; don't ask why), and recently she was fangirling to Mom and me about the show Once Upon a Time, haha. I saw very little of it with Jason, but Mom did check it out. When was the last time you wore a hat? What kind? I have zero idea. When was the last time you ate a bowl of ice-cream? What flavour? Oh wow, it's been a long time. It was probably vanilla with chocolate syrup? If you menstruate, has your cycle ever synced with anyone close to you? Yes. Tell me something positive about the town or city that you live in. ... You said "positive," right? Did your parents have high expectations for you to excel in school and go to college/university? Yes. They were pretty serious about going to college when my sisters and I were younger, but they opened up to the concept that maybe it wasn't for all of us (coughmecough). Are you a polite person? I genuinely think I am. I definitely try to be. Have you ever been in a relationship where everything with your partner felt natural and effortless? Sigh. Yeah. Have you ever been in a relationship where everything was difficult and rocky? No. That's not the kind I'd stay in very long at all. I mean yes, there are always bumps, but there comes a point where you gotta say fuck nah and find something better. When you were a teenager, did your parents set rules about dating? Other than keeping age gaps in mind, no. Have you ever committed a crime that directly harmed another person? No. Did you grow up in an urban, suburban, or rural area? My childhood home was suburban, but leaned towards rural. We were on the very edge of the town. Which disease do you personally think is the most horrible? After seeing my mother suffer from borderline stage 4 ovarian cancer, I've gotta say cancer. My mother is the strongest person I know and yet she cried so frequently from chemotherapy. It broke my fucking heart. The person I copied the survey from mentioned especially childhood cancers, and I have to agree. Like just... why. "Everything happens for a reason." Bull. Fucking. Shit. Just TRY and convince me why a young child has to deal with CANCER. Do you remember where you first drove to after getting your license? I still don't have my license, as I've said in many a survey before. What did you get into trouble for the most when you were a kid? Being on the computer too much. What is your biological sex? Female. Do you use online dating? Or do you use another method for finding dates? Nah. I'm at the point in my life where I wanna let love just find me and not actively search for it. What is the oldest gaming console you own? We MIGHT still have our old Atari? If not, it'd be a GameBoy Advance. Which accents can you emulate pretty well? Just British. Do you think you'll ever manage to do everything you want to? No. But then again, I think that sounds pretty realistic? I doubt most people check off everything on their bucket list. What do you fear most? Probably becoming truly homeless, living on the streets. Do you wear shoes around the house? No. Are you a good driver? If you can't drive yet, do you think you'll be good? I mean, I'm not the worst in the world. My mom's always pointed out though that I ride on the brakes (which I do out of fear) and I tend to speed up and slow down quite a bit. I also stop kinda abruptly sometimes. What is/was your favorite thing about school? Seeing friends. What are you most likely to spend money on? My own personal money, tattoos, lol. Have you ever been a complete fangirl/fanboy over anything? @_@ Do you hate how, when the public like a celebrity, they overpublicize them? I feel bad for them, more than anything. You breathe wrong and suddenly it's news-worthy. It's like your every inconsequential action is under heavy surveillance and judgment, and it seems so unfair. Have you ever became attracted to someone you weren’t at first because their personality made you find them physically attractive? That was Jason for me. I never thought he was ugly, but regardless, he became THE most attractive man in the world to me. Have you ever worked in retail? Yes. -_- Are you even a little bit racist? Nah man, it's 2021, baby. Were you more fond of swings, monkey bars, or seesaws as a child? I was all about the swings. Do you believe in a near-future apocalyptic event? I don't know or care, honestly. A gamma ray or whatever they're called could incinerate us all tomorrow. A black hole could swallow the earth in an hour. We don't know. Do you have a chandelier in your home? No. Do you have a bar with stools? No. Is your Christmas tree faux or real? If faux, what color? We use a fake green one. Do you eat the crusts of your bread? Yes; it's the first part I eat. Which body type would you say you had? Did you know whales can survive on land? :^) Have you ever flown a kite? Yeah! I used to LOVE doing that with Dad as a kid when the field across our house wasn't in use (tobacco was grown there). What’s your preferred flavour of jam? I just like grape. What kind of animal did you last pet? My cat! Name a celebrity that you admire that nobody would expect you to: I massively admire Jeffree Star's work ethic. Do you prefer to shave or wax? Shave. I used to wax my eyebrows, but now I just don't care. Would you ever have sex in a public place? Uh, no. Do you think Jenna Marbles’ videos are funny? I've actually never watched her. Your favourite pasta dish: Just your normal spaghetti with meatballs. Strangest thing you’ve ever seen? Probably what I'm assuming was a star (but it was green???) flickering and then fizzling out of the sky kind of like some sort of backwards firework. I'd been watching it literally grow over a few nights, so when this happened, it was a big "?????? the fuck??????". It honestly scared me for some reason so I went inside after that. Aliens? I say aliens. Ever had a crush on somebody of the same sex? Yes. Has anybody ever called you a bastard? I don't think so. Who is the last person you ignored? uhhhhhhh Would you wear feathers in your hair? So actually, for my first prom, I wanted to wear a blue jay feather I had in my hair, reason being Jason's nickname from his parents was always "J Bird." It ended up not working out because we couldn't make it look natural with what we had. When was the last time you were well and truly scared? Hm. Favourite member of your favourite band: Ozzy, obviously, haha. Who’s your favourite female rapper? I don't have one.

[alright-red]

The rhythm of my heart

Summary: Street racing wasn’t something that Race was particularly proud of. He didn’t like the shitty attitude that people in the scene had and he sure as hell didn’t enjoy spending time after time breaking several laws in one go.

What he did enjoy was the rush of adrenaline, the way his body almost disconnected from his brain. The way his brain assumed that he was almost flying.

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Hey you guys, this is a prequel to a fic I’m currently writing and I thought why not share it. This is for my street racing AU featuring Race and this lil’ thing is mainly me figuring out plot holes so.

Disclaimer: I don’t know anything about street racing and I’m pretty sure it’s shows, but bear with me. Also English isn’t my first language but I think I did okay.

Rated: T for language, I guess. There’s a lot of cursing. ~1500 words

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The engine roared loudly, the entire car vibrating from it’s force, being pushed into third gear with the hand brake still on.

The wheels were turning and had started smoking against the dark asphalt, making sounds that any other person would’ve deemed hurtful to their ears.

To Race though, they sounded like a melody, an old familiar song, that accompanied him on the street. He took the pedal down to the metal and looked straight ahead, where some female thing was waving around flags like she was a shitty circus performer.

Race never knew where the guys got the girls they put on the spot, but he didn’t really care either. They enjoyed the feeling of being part of something like this, so who was he to judge?

Suddenly her waving pattern changed, a pattern Race would recognize anytime anywhere. He checked his rearview mirror one last time.

Three. Two. One.

He put down the break and almost flew into the night, the lights of the city traveling by faster than shooting stars. He barely registered them, focus unwavering and locked on the road in front of him. He knew the streets by heart, knew every bump and sign, knew the way the curves tightened and loosened.

He was confident he could win this thing and he got Albert to listen to the police radio and inform him in time if a car was headed up their way. He rarely got into races with that much confidence but today just seemed to be one of those days. He shifted up to the next gear within a mere blink of an eye.

Street racing wasn’t something that Race was particularly proud of. He didn’t like the shitty attitude that people in the scene had and he sure as hell didn’t enjoy spending time after time breaking several laws in one go.

What he did enjoy was the rush of adrenaline, the way his body almost disconnected from his brain and did all the driving while he focused on the traffic and made sure to let his opponents think they could beat him, just long enough to not end up in a giant brawl in the end, because they could count his win off as luck. It was tactics that helped him survive out here.

Aside from that. there was also the fact that his brain couldn’t quite tell they were driving anymore. It straight up lost all common sense and assumed that he was flying. There was nothing Race could do that would even come close to that sense of freedom (and he had tried to find a less dangerous pasttime).

Race also loved the car that Finch had assembled for him. Well, maybe less for him than for Charlie, but he was the one who took her out for drives at night and beat her up to over 140 mph in the city.

This year Charlie had chipped him a Toyota Supra despite Race’s protesting (“only the best for the best, Race”) and Finch had modified the sleek sportscar with gadgets and technology Race didn’t even pretend to understand. What he did understand though, was that Finch wouldn’t dare to disappoint Charlie and that’s why he trusted in the car. Well that, and because he assumed that Finch wasn’t one to go out and try to get people killed.

Halfway through the course that he had agreed on with his competitor, Race realized he should’ve taken the Toyota out a bit more before racing. Every now and then his driving got weird, whenever the car handled the speed and wind differently than he expected it too and he felt like his handling was going to get him to lose grip and send him flying into the next wall.

He started checking his rearview mirror more regularly, a slight insecurity starting to settle in his stomach, but realized that he couldn’t find a trace of the other’s car behind him. That was beyond weird. Morris Delancey most definitely had not managed to overtake him, yet he shouldn’t be far back either. At least not so far, that Race couldn’t even see his lights in the mirror. Morris’ car was a damn powerhouse and with any other driver surely would’ve come out top of each race.

Race was starting to feel sick. He definitely could not lose this race. Not with high stakes.

Race was well aware that the decision to race Morris was hella risky. Most of the city’s racers went under nicknames, trying to make sure that they couldn’t be ratted out and the plice couldn’t trace them. Or for that matter, other racers.

Morris Delancey though, he didn’t need a nickname to be safe. His daddy’s money made sure of that all by itself. If the police ever got him he’d be free again sooner than sunrise. The racers around the city were cautious of him; not only did he have supplies and money to boost his ride, he also was known for not following the few rules that street racing had.

So when word got to Race that Morris Delancey wanted to race him, the one person nicknamed after his talent in street racing, Race’s initial reaction had been to decline. He was good at what he did, but that didn’t make him stupid.

But now here he was, in Charlie’s car, getting more nervous by the minute, because Morris Delancey had made him an offer he couldn’t pass up. The same Morris Delancey who apparently had cheated and took a shortcut, because there was no way in hell he was that far behind Race.

“Crutch, you read me?”, he asked while speeding up even more, having to use the handbrake to make the turn and partway drifting through the turn that got him back on track to their starting point. His vision started blurring and he took a deep breath in an attempt to calm his nerves. The alarm that had started blaring in his head as soon as he had realized that Morris wasn’t where he was supposed to be, didn’t really help as he tried to concentrate on getting back as fast as possible, throwing any caution to the wind and pushing the car to it’s limits.

A small crackling sound reached him through the radio, followed by Charlie’s voice. “Yeah, man. What the hell is going on out there? We lost signal on Morris’ car a few miles ago. His team ain’t any wiser.”

Shit. Race, contrary to popular belief, wasn’t stupid or slow. He knew damn well that could only mean one thing.

“Crutch, he’s taking a blackout. Haven’t seen his car for a bit and there’s no way he took the lead. He’s playin dirty. I can’t lose this one, you hear me, Crutch?”

When he got no answer, Race started to panic and for split second forgot he was supposed to be handling a monster of a machine at a speed that would kill him if he made one mistake. He heaved the car off the course into the street lamp back onto the road. His knuckles had turned white a couple minutes ago from the death grip he had on the wheel.

“Crutchie?” Nothing.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Fucking Morris Delancey. Fucking asshole.

Another crackled sound made it to the radio. “Yo, Race, it’s Al. I had Charlie take over the radio station. Give me a sec and I will find where that ass is hiding.”

Race breathed out a sigh of relief, thanking the gods for giving him a best friend that had too much free time on his hands and tought himself how to hack pretty much any system. He knew the race couldn’t take that much longer; if he kept up his speed he’d probably be back in around 15 minutes.

“Al, how are we lookin? I need good news and preferably now.” Another turn, another neigh drift. Shifting gears, using the momentum for faster acceleration.

“I got something and… Shit.” The connection went down for a second before - “Race, he went right through that old lane that belongs to the outer parts of the red-light destrict. I don’t know how you can overtake him, man, he’s got a couple miles on you.”

A string or curses left Race’s mouth, some of them slipping right back to Italian. Merda.  Va’ a fare in culo!

“I feel ya. So what you wanna do now?”, Albert asked through the com.

What do you wanna do now? Race didn’t need to think twice. He had raced cheating assholes before, making sure they got a lesson for trying to best him under entirely unfair conditions.

“Funny you should ask, my dear Al. Because I have quite the idea.” He got off the road he was supposed to be taking and drove down a lane that would save him a good couple minutes on his way.

“I wanna take out that motherfucker and I sure as hell won’t let him beat me at my own damn game. Al, get your systems started, I want a route that will put me in front of him me, pronto! I want his sorry ass to eat dirt.”

He heard laughter on the other line, then frantic typing. A beat of static noises and then - “There you go, dude. Show him who’s the King of ‘Hattan!” A small clicking noise let him know that Albert had cut the connection for now, most likely because he knew that any kind of distraction might cost Race his win.

A mere second later the screen inside the car lit up, providing him navigation and - on top of that - let him keep track of Morris’ position.

“Alright, baby, let’s see what you got”, he murmured and took the car down the trail that would cost Morris his sweet, sweet victory.

Race only had one thought as he flew down the streets of Manhattan: I am going to win this thing!

[cold-foam-butterbeer]

Prince of Hell (HP x HH)

Authors Note: Hello and welcome to my Harry Potter x Hazbin Hotel crossover fanfiction, to start of this will be a somewhat happy story with elements of drama, colorful language, sexual innuendos, abuse, and angst but of course it will have fluff, family, and comfort added to the mix. I wrote this because I read a fanfic by Gamer95 about Charlie and Vaggie being a mother to Harry so this is my own take on that premise. This will be my first chapter story so bear with me if my writing is slow. All right then enjoy the first chapter of this tale.

Chapter 1: An Untimely Demise

We start our tale in a small town in England called Little Whinging in the county of surrey on a street named Privet Drive with houses identical and parallel to each other there lies a dark secret in the Number 4 house.

Harry Potter was no means a happy child, at 7 years old he was miserable, unloved and unwanted. His aunt, uncle and cousin hated him with a passion, and they have no hesitation in showing it, being bullied by Dudley and his peers, his Aunt Petunia yelling, and the worst one of all was Uncle Vernon who had taken it upon himself to “discipline” Harry when he did anything wrong with the god-awful number of chores he did or when he did the “freaky” stuff which earned him the nickname “Freak”.

Where were his parents you ask? “Your mother and father died in car crash!!” Yelled Uncle Vernon and Petunia albeit he asked on two separate occasions and got the same answer for each one.

Despite these circumstances, Harry always had hope that everything will get better, he will get away from his Uncle, Aunt, and Cousin.

“everything will get better” thought Harry he always yearned for a life where he could be happy and loved.

Unfortunately, things would take a dark turn on that faithful day of July 12, XXXX.

                                                        0v0

Uncle Vernon wasn’t having a good day so much so he kept muttering curse words while walking and his reddish-purple disposition did not help in easing the looks people were giving him as he trudged on the London sidewalk.

“Fucking...sponsor…not up to standards my foot…Ill show him…” muttered Uncle Vernon due to a potential sponsor not liking the company standards and its work ethic.

Soon he reached a pub and while still muttering to himself he took a seat in the pub “Bartender!!!” he bellowed startling everyone and the customers next to him.

“Buddy keep your voice down, now what do you want?” asked the bartender. “whiskey on rocks” Uncle Vernon angrily muttered. “coming right up” as he poured the drink and gave it to him “hopefully he doesn’t cause any more trouble” thought the bartender.

                                                       0v0

Harry was peacefully laying in his cupboard when his digital watch that he found because it was too small to fit Dudley chimed informing him it was 9:00PM.

“I better go to sleep, I’ll probably do a lot of chores tomorrow too” thought Harry as he suddenly remembered that he needed to weed the garden tomorrow and dreaded the summer heat that the weather forecasted for tomorrow.

“I’ll probably get sunburned again” Harry thought when suddenly he heard a door flew open and startled him.

“What was that?” thought Harry then his cupboard was violently opened Uncle Vernon looking at him angrily.

“Come here boy!!!” as Harry was grabbed by the collar of his large hand me downs from Dudley “Now listen here boy.” Uncle Vernon whispered to him, Harry could smell something like the red liquid from the green bottle that his Uncle and Aunt had visitors and when he was tasked to clean the dishes.

“We are going for a ride and don’t even dare make a sound” Harry could only whimper and nod as he was dragged on to the car, Harry thought he was going in the back seat when Uncle Vernon suddenly opened the trunk and threw Harry in “remember boy not a sound” hissed Uncle Vernon as Harry was enveloped in darkness.

Harry was terrified, he couldn’t see where he was and the ride wasn’t exactly smooth, he would bang his head on the ceiling of the trunk whenever Uncle Vernon drove over a speed bump or a pothole.

“I wanna go back to my cupboard” Harry whimpered borderline ready to cry but he couldn’t, he would always get disciplined whenever he cried.

“Stop that crying boy!! the voice echoed in Harry’s mind when he cried because he got a cut when weeding the garden one time. Harry was brought out of his thoughts by screeching brakes, he just realized they have stopped moving and suddenly the trunk was opened.

“Come here boy” the walrus of a man growled and suddenly Harry was being dragged out to what seems to be a cemetery.

“Where are we?” Harry asked with dread while looking at his surroundings.

“That’s for me to know and for you to find out brat” Uncle Vernon sneered, suddenly he threw Harry on the ground.

“I’m going to enjoy beating the daylights out of you boy” as he threw a punch to Harry’s stomach knocking the wind out of him.  

“It hurts I can’t breathe” thought Harry as he struggled to even get air into his lungs when he was suddenly picked up and slammed to a nearby gravestone.

“Where not even close to finish yet boy, I’ve been in a bad mood since that shitty client stood up to me and frankly I need a way to vent my anger… on you that is” said Uncle Vernon as he threw another punch to Harry’s face, his glasses broken and chipped with his cheek bruised and now sporting a black eye

“Pl-e…ase... n-o…. m-...ore” croaked Harry but Uncle Vernon didn’t listen to instead he picked up a nearby branch Harry couldn’t fight anymore, he was helpless he thought as he looked at the raised branch swinging before his eyes.

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Uncle Vernon with blood on the branch and on his calloused hands looked on at Harry’s mangled body with disgust and left the cemetery.

“Stupid old coot won’t know... I drove pretty far away...” as he muttered back to his car and peeled off. Harry couldn’t move.

“It hurts everywhere” Harry tried to move but to no avail “everything will get better” he chanted but despite this mantra he felt his strength slowly leaving his body.

“I’m cold… I want my mommy and daddy” Harry sobbed as he closed his eyes tears welling up at corner of his eyes a flash of his life flashing before his eyes, his time with the Dursley’s, his time on the dark cupboard, running away from Dudley and his friends, the principal and teachers looking sad at him whenever he tried to tell them about Dudley, it was just too much his breath was fading until it was no more.

Harry Potter was dead and it would shake the human realm to the very ground Muggle and Magical.

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Hell, Pentagram City – Unknown Location

Hell wasn’t always like what they have written in famous novels and in the Bible, it would have been more compared to the city of New York than a realm with 9 circles or just a fiery inferno with the damned souls climbing a rope of spider thread brought down by God.

“Well some of those things did happen at one point during my reign here” an unknown figure mused in his seat while swirling a golden chalice filled with red wine and a cane shaped like a snake with a ruby shaped like an apple place at the top.

“Give me this week’s new inhabitants” snapped the fingers of the individual.  

“Yes, my lord” a female demon with claws that are as long as tree branches wearing a skin tight body suit with white lines on the calf part vanished and suddenly reappeared in the blink of an eye.

“Here you are my lord” as she handed over a clipboard what appears to be a list of individuals.

“Hmm just serial killers, corrupt politicians and riff raff” he lazily flipped through the pages until he caught on to a certain name:

Harry Potter – Age 7, Death by murder by Vernon Dursley.

“Well well the wizarding world’s savior has died” he grinned this is perfect a diamond in the rough he thought.

“I need to get him down here but how?” As he set down the chalice “Give me everything you know about Harry Potter now!” he yelled.

“Yes, my lord” the demoness disappeared “Here you are my lord” as she handed him a red folder.

“be gone with you, I have important business to attend to” with that order she left the room without a word.

“Now let’s see what I can exploit resulting your death Harry Potter” he grinned maniacally “7 years old, Son of Lily and James, no…. how about injuries… *flip* broken bones... how about magical injuries… hit with the killing curse by Lord Voldemort… perfect… let’s put your pathetic mistake to use Tom” as he grabbed an ornate knife made of silver with rubies dotted at the handle and carved an intricate casting circle on the floor.

“ Let’s send your soul down to Hell Tom only thing is it will have a little passenger in for the ride” as he cut his hand and drops of blood dropped to casting circle and with a few second it crackled with red and green energy.

“The blood has been paid… the ritual is set… bring forth my heir into my Dominion of Death!!!” as he slammed his cane into the ground followed by an intense light of red enveloping the chamber where he stood. “I’ll see you soon Harry Potter” he laughed menacingly in to the crimson brimmed sky of Hell.

                                                        0v0

Harry was feeling strange, he was floating in what seemed to be like clouds and it was so bright and he saw something falling.

“Feathers?” he thought and he could have sworn he heard singing then a thought came across Harry he had watched a religious documentary during the Holidays and he learned about Heaven where all the good people go when they die. “

I’m in heaven?” questioned harry “I can see my mommy and daddy now…” he bit back a sob when suddenly his scar started hurting.

“Ahhhggg!” Harry groaned in agony his scar feels like it’s being burned and ripped open at the same time. The pain caused harry to faint and suddenly his body was falling nowhere to be found into the dark abyss.

                                                        0v0

Hell, Pentagram City – Back alley

Harry was feeling nauseous and his head hurts as he opened his eyes, it was all red and blurry.

“Where are my glasses” he squinted trying to find them until he found it next to him on the floor.

“There” as he put on his glasses clutching his head and trying to make sense of what happened.

“Where am I?” as he looked with confusion and fear as his checked his surroundings he was in an alleyway there were no white clouds, it was dark and red as he looked up into the sky it was a dark crimson with a star shaped symbol far as the eye can see.

“Where is this? Harry quivered as he tried to get up and get out of the alleyway.

“This place is scary” as Harry was walking actively avoiding the “monsters” and looking small when he suddenly fell in to ground.

“Move it pipsqueak” a big monster that looks like a cross between a boar and a shark wearing a black t shirt ripped at the sleeves and has a multitude of tattoos with distinctive patterns. Harry slowly picked himself up and continued walking until he saw a group of the creatures drinking from a bottle, slowly Harry walked up to them.

“Excuse me…” as Harry said this the group stopped drinking and eyed Harry with annoyance. “Where am I?” Harry shivered.

“Where the fuck do ya think you are dipshit??” one of the monsters with tentacles for hands snapped at him this cause Harry to shrink back and flinch.

“This is heaven… right? The beasts looked at each other and then laughed.

“Kid does this look like fucking heaven to you? Just because you transformed into a kid doesn’t even you have to be this fucking stupid! One of them said.

“But… I am a kid…. I’m 7 years old…” Harry whimpered.

“What the fuck?! You’re 7 years old? And you got sent to here to Hell?! Asked the demon in disbelief.

“Hell?... this isn’t heaven…” Harry’s blood ran cold.

The creatures laughed “Welcome to Hell kid” A demon with large claws and fangs approached him.

“You know you’ll do nicely as a punching bag or toy” Harry was beyond horrified now as he tried to run but was ultimately grabbed by the squid demon.

“Nuh uh, You are going to fetch us a high price kid! Maybe we’ll even get a shot at screwing Angel Dust” He grinned.

“No please! I’m sorry just let me go! I just want… Mmph! Harry cried as he was gagged by the tentacles of the beast

“Shut the fuck up boy! Or you’ll gonna have to feel these” the demon rubbed his claws to Harry’s cheek who bit back from crying but tears were still streaming from his eyes and was already walking with Harry still gagged.

“Why is this happening to me” Harry thought “I just want to be happy, I just want to be with my mommy and daddy.”

Harry’s emotions were all over the place fear, sadness, guilt but he had this buzzing in the back of his head something that was replacing all his fear, and sadness then everything came back to him, the Dursleys, the discipline, the beatings, not giving him any food it all came crashing down and at that moment Harry felt pure unadulterated anger and rage.

“Oh man were gonna nail Angel Dust after this and were gonna be… AGHHHH!” the demon screamed and looking at his dismembered tentacles he dropped Harry to the ground.

“You are gonna fucking pay for that you shitty brat” He yelled as he brandished a knife suddenly Harry stood up black smoke covering his body then disappeared all at once revealing his body with claws meant for ripping flesh, fangs long and sharp akin to a Viper, and his eyes were sporting a black sclera, iris and cornea an acidic green and his pupil instead of a round shape it was replaced by a slit.

“This kid can do a full demon transformation?!” one of the demons yelled. “He’s just a kid come on we can take him!” the clawed demon said to them and suddenly pounced when Harry suddenly disappeared and reappeared next to the demon biting his neck full force.

“ARRGHH fucking brat bit me! Get him off!!!” he trashed “he fucking poisoned me!!!, Get him the fuck off!!!” The demon suddenly fell into a heap then Harry looked at the other two demons baring his fangs “Fuck man let’s get out of here!!” as both of them ran towards a nearby alley but when suddenly they were pinned down by Harry

“He is so fucking strong what the fuck” the tentacled demon yelled.

“Die” Harry muttered he brought his clawed hands down on them and screams of agony and pain were both heard that night.

                                                          0v0

“Fucking finally this shit’s over, I’m never gonna do a double shift again” groaned Angel Dust as he left Porn Studios.

“Hmm… should I swing by the hotel or back to my apartment?” He pondered when he suddenly heard pained screaming in the alley.

“Screaming happens often here but that was too painful for it to be considered normal” as he cocked a revolver and pistol with both of his hands and cautiously made his way to the alley.

Harry was in a daze, he didn’t know what happened after he was dragged away by the monsters.

“Where am I” he said groggily putting a hand on his forehead when he felt something sticky and warm on his hands.

“What is this!” yelped Harry. “Is this blood…” he was scared then he suddenly went sick when he saw the murdered bodies of the demons who gagged him, blood everywhere, internal organs peeking out.

“What happened” then terrible thought passes Harry “Did I do this….” He was beyond sick but he was broken in his inner thoughts.

“Freeze! put yer hands up!” Angel yelled. “Woah what the fuck happened here!” Angel was shocked at the carnage before him but was even more shocked at the trembling form of Harry with blood on his hands and face.

“Kid? did you do this?” Asked Angel in disbelief that a kid can do something like this “Are you even a kid or just a really small demon?” Harry was confused and scared when he looked at the things the pink monster was holding then the creature started walking up to him then with a sudden rush of adrenaline Harry bolted out of the alley way.

“Woah wait up!  And he’s gone, fantastic” Angel hid his guns and stared at the sky “How can a kid fucking murder a bunch of demons 5 times bigger than him?” Angel scratched his head then with a groan. “Maybe I should go to the hotel… The princess might know somethin” Angel contemplated as he started walking to the Happy Hotel.

Notes: That’s a wrap guys, so just a bunch of world building here and there and our saviour has met Hell’s most popular porn star. To clarify things I haven’t made this timeline canon to the Wizarding universe since it contradicts some of the characters deaths like Vaggie so I trashed that all together. Expect in the next chapter Harry will meet Charlie. Anyways I’ll try to keep updating ASAP until then see you next time! Peace :3

[devil-in-the-d3tails]

It’s the End of the World as We Know It - Chapter 4

summary: During the international quarantine in your first-ever pandemic, the people around you slowly begin to disappear. As the world grows quieter and quieter, you find yourself all alone-- no power, no friends, and only one goal: to find whoever of your friends might be left and reunite with them.You're naive to think anything can be that simple. As you're faced with ever-increasing loneliness, you run into some boys who apparently went to the same high school as you. Will you join forces with them to figure out your strange circumstances together, or will you brave loneliness in a world that is slowly crumbling apart?

Link on AO3!

words: 3,721

rating: M - Mature

genre: angst/humor, romance, adventure, apocalypse AU, reader-insert

warnings: sort of depressing content, a smidge of violence, cursing

a/n: there's finally some ACTION y'all!! i had so much fun writing this chapter haha, reader is really finding her footing and putting an end to the bullshit! thank you for reading!!

- Fuck Outta Here -

“You huh?!”

You slam on the brakes, and Kuroo and Bokuto yell in surprise-- Bokuto didn’t put his damn seatbelt on, so his face smushes right into Kuroo’s headrest, earning you a glare from the dark-haired boy.

“I said don’t freak out! Keep driving, what are you doing?!”

You look in your rearview mirror-- the street is empty. Were they running from anyone chasing them?

“Dude, you were whispering at me when you ran out, and you guys were like, running on your little tippy-toes trying to be quiet, and nobody’s behind us right now. Were they asleep, or something?” You demand, and Bokuto gasps.

“You’re so smart-- how did you figure that out?” Bokuto exclaims, and Kuroo just looks even more annoyed. “Oh, your groceries were there, too! Like, just chillin on the floor.”

“What? No way!” You exclaim,

“Bokuto, shuuuuut iiiit,” Kuroo groans at the same time, and upon a fierce glare from you, he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Yeah, they were asleep, but there’s no way in hell I’m going back in there. I get why you were scared-- one of ‘em looks like a damn school shooter, and the other one looks like a roided-out football player.” Kuroo huffs out a breath, trying and failing to get some wayward hairs out of his eye. “I’m surprised we got out alive-- I’m also surprised at how bad Asahi is at hiding weed. Did his parents just not give a shit?”

“So you were willing to stay in there to look for your weed after you knew they were there, after you saw them, but you’re not willing to go back in for my groceries? Meaning, shit that can actually help us?!” You exclaim, having fully turned in your seat to face the boy beside you. He looks at you for a moment, blinking twice to make sure he heard you correctly.

“Uh-- yeah!” He says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. You throw your hands in the air incredulously.

“Kuroo, you yourself said that food is hard to come by right now-- why would you prioritize weed over food?!”

“She’s kinda right, bro.” Bokuto says, and Kuroo rolls his eyes.

“You guys were so down to be heroes and shit and protect me from those guys if they turned out to be in my house; where’s that energy now?” You fling the car into park, and move to open your door.

“Woah, woah, woah!” Kuroo exclaims, and lunges across the center console to yank your door closed again. “The fuck are you doing?”

“I’m going to get my shit! I looted it, fair and square!” You shoot back, and you realize how incredibly childish you sound, and also how close Kuroo is to you. He sets his jaw, and heaves a sigh.

“[Y/n]...” He leans back, and shares a look with Bokuto, who already looks guilty. “They had guns with them.”

Your heart sinks. Well, that changes everything.

“I didn’t wanna mention your groceries, ‘cause I had a feeling this exact thing would happen.” Kuroo explains, and scratches his eyebrow. “It’s not a bad thing how you’re so hell-bent on proving yourself and proving you’re not scared or whatever, but that mentality is gonna get dangerous. Like, right now, you’re really willing to storm in there and go get some-- what, some poptarts? Totinos pizza rolls?”

“I didn’t know they had guns before.” You mumble defensively. “...and there weren’t anymore Totinos left in the store in the first place…”

“Aw, man.” Bokuto mourns under his breath at the last part of your sentence.

“Even if they didn’t have guns, you were willing to storm in there after those guys hurt you once before.” Kuroo shoots right back.

“Well, she has us now, Kuroo.” Bokuto pipes up, and you both turn to him in surprise-- he’s been uncharacteristically quiet this whole time. “She’s right, dude, we were all down to be her bodyguards this morning, but now there’s actual danger, we’re not willing to back her up?”

“There’s always been danger, but it’s exponentially worse now.” Kuroo says, and you haven’t heard anyone use ‘exponentially’ in a sentence ever since AP Calculus.

“If she wants to go back in there, I’m going with her.” Bokuto says, and crosses his arms to give you an encouraging smile. Your heart warms at the sight-- his smile, his encouragement, is all you need in this moment to get the courage to go back and take what’s yours.

“Let’s go.” You say to Bokuto, who nods once, and slips out of the car. You give a pointed look to Kuroo, his handsome features unreadable. You open your door, and step one leg out, when Kuroo speaks up.

“Wait.” He says, and you turn back hesitantly, unsure of what he might say. “You’re forgetting your mighty hammer.” He holds it out to you, and you’re so irritated to find the corners of his lips twitching up.

You swipe the hammer out of his hand, narrowing your eyes at him before slamming the door closed to stalk around the car to join Bokuto. You really weren’t expecting to get pissed off this early in the morning.

“Let’s do this!” He says loudly, and you leap to slap your hand over his mouth.

“Shh! We don’t wanna wake them up, dipshit!!” You hiss, and Bokuto’s eyes widen.

“Awww, fuck, I’m sorry!” He whispers as you pull your hand away.

A car door slams closed, and you turn to see Kuroo sauntering towards you two with his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, be quiet, dipshit.” He leers, and Bokuto actually squares up. You cross your arms.

“The car’s still running, so we need someone to watch it.” You say, channelling the bitchiest ‘you-can’t-sit-with-us’ attitude you can. “Plus, I have Bokuto and my ‘mighty hammer,’ so we’ll be fine.”

“Who’s gonna steal the car?” Kuroo gestures around him, and playfully swipes Bokuto’s arm away, the latter of whom delivers two harmless jabs to his side. The two boys laugh, but you won’t forgive Kuroo that easily. “C’mon, let’s go, grumpy.” Kuroo strides past you, ruffling your already messy hair on the way.

You have no choice but to follow behind them, and the closer you three jog to the house, the tenser you become. Steeling your nerves, you refuse to be intimidated by these guys a second time. They’re asleep, and are clearly heavy sleepers if they can’t be disturbed by the two jocks stomping around with you, so that gives you some comfort.

They didn’t close the door behind them when they rushed out, so Kuroo just has to gently ease the door open and you three slip inside silently. It seems like this house has been untouched— they probably sought shelter here last night, since your home was basically useless in terms of keeping warmth in. Your eyes dart to the hardwood floor, and you look up to hook Bokuto with an accusatory glare. He responds silently with an expression like a hurt puppy, his face reading, ‘what? What did I do wrong??’

“You said the groceries were on the floor!” Your voice is just barely a whisper, and based on Bokuto’s continued distress, you can tell he can’t hear you. You fight back a loud sigh, and tip-toe over to him, yanking his shoulder down so that his ear is on level with your lips. You repeat yourself, and Bokuto straightens up, understanding now.

“They’re upstairs! Next to those guys, in Asahi’s room.” He whispers back, and your heart sinks even lower. This is going to be riskier than you thought. You can practically feel Kuroo’s ‘I-told-you-so,’ hanging in the air, and upon glaring at the tall boy, it’s painted all over his face, too. You jerk your nose in the air, absolutely refusing to pussy out now.

The three of you cautiously ascend the stairs-- they’re on the left, as opposed to the right, like in your home, and it sort of trips you out how similar but different the two houses are. At the top, Kuroo passes you and nods to the door at the end of the hallway, slightly ajar with snores emanating from the inside. You suck in a breath as you follow him, and jump a little as Bokuto grips your hand without warning. You whip around to face him, and he gives you a smile and a thumbs-up. That just warms your heart, and you feel a little bit of confidence from the exchange-- you nod to him, a brave smile pulling at your lips.

The room itself is pretty average, just like any other high school boy’s room you knew. There’s a few volleyball posters on the walls, and clothes are still spilling out of the hamper. You’re getting less and less shocked at how everything seems to be frozen in time, since everyone just disappears without a trace, these days.

Sure enough, there’s a handgun resting on the floor next to the red-head, and another similar one resting on the bedside table by the brunette. The sight of actual guns sitting before you is jarring, to say the least— you don’t feel particularly confident about your hammer anymore.

The taller brunette is sound asleep on the bed, and the red-head is slumped on the floor, sitting against the desk with his head drooping down. You swear you can see a bit of drool hanging from his mouth, but your sole focus is on the three bags resting against the closet doors.

That’s your stuff-- you share a glance with Kuroo and Bokuto, take a deep breath, and cautiously tip-toe to the bags, picking them up as quietly as possible. As you straighten up, you keep your gaze trained on the red-head, and you successfully retreat outside of the room-- Kuroo and Bokuto follow behind you with bated breath, but it’s when you start to carefully descend the stairs that shit hits the fan.

In an instant, a bullet ricochets off the wall in front of you, and you duck down, effectively losing your footing to end up tumbling down the stairs. You hear Kuroo shout your name from above, but once you’re on solid ground, you spring up to your feet, and are met with Bokuto crashing into you. He barrels into you, and you tumble to the floor once again, landing on your back with Bokuto sprawled out on top of you.

“Get-- get off me, you fuckn-- mammoth!” You wheeze out, and Bokuto scrambles to his feet. After scooping up your groceries (with the exception of a few wayward items spilling out in the midst of the crash), you are pulled up by Bokuto, and Kuroo swiftly passes you, a slew of “shitshitshit”s running from his mouth as he sprints out the door.

You don’t have time to look behind you, up at the stairs where the red-head scrambles after you three, frantically cocking his gun, clearly very inexperienced in the art of shooting. Instead, you race after your even more athletic friends towards your van, which is still running and not stolen-- another thing Kuroo was right about, you think somewhere in the back of your mind.

Speaking of, the dark-haired boy rips open the backseat door, and after he tosses his bag of groceries inside, he frantically turns back to you just as you’re sprinting up to him.

You’re maybe two feet away when strong arms wrap around your middle, halting you in your panicked sprint, and your grocery bag tumbles out of your arms in front of you. Furious, you twist around in the grasp of whoever is holding you, only to come face-to-face with the red-head.

“You!” You both exclaim at the same time, and the guy narrows his eyes dangerously. You don’t have the patience to find out what sort of masochistic shit he has in plan for you-- instead, you summon all of the strength and frustration that’s been building up inside of you the past few days, and deliver the strongest punch you’ve ever dealt straight into his nose.

For some reason, you screech, “Fuck outta here!” as you deal the blow.

He yelps in surprise, and tumbles back, which gives you enough freedom to spin out of his grasp, only to be caught in Bokuto’s arms as you reach for your groceries strewn on the asphalt.

You’re lifted off your feet, groceries still strewn on the damp street, as Bokuto hurls you into the backseat of the car, slams the door closed, and leaps over the hood of the car to slip into the driver’s seat. Kuroo isn’t in the passenger seat, you realize, and your gaze darts out your window to spot him rushing back, scooping up your groceries to toss them into the open passenger door, where they tumble onto the floor of your car.

“Kuroo!” Both you and Bokuto yell just as the red-head recovers, his hand clasped over his now bleeding nose, blood trickling through his fingers and down his chin to stain his already filthy white shirt. The red-head raises the gun to Kuroo, who freezes in fear-- you scream, and just as you are about to shove your door back open to help, the red-head pulls the trigger, only to be met with an empty click!

“Fuck!” The red-head yells, and Kuroo actually laughs in his face-- if that wasn’t surprising enough, he slaps the gun out of his hand before he has a chance to reload, and promptly punches him, certainly harder than you had, and your face splits-- miraculously-- into a smile.

Kuroo turns, and dashes inside of the car-- as soon as his ass hits the seat, Bokuto slams his foot onto the gas as Kuroo hauls his door closed.

Bullets shatter the windows in the very back a second later, and all three of you scream and duck down as glass rains down behind you. Bokuto swerves the car, but keeps speeding ahead nonetheless, and you turn around to see the tall brunette, standing proudly in the street, gun raised and smoking. It looks like a shot out of a movie, with your shattered back window as the frame that keeps zooming out. The red-head is just barely beginning to stand, and they get smaller and smaller as you drive further away-- from your home, your biggest fears, your childhood. It’s all ruined, disappearing with every house you pass, and eventually Bokuto swerves around a corner, and it’s gone forever.

[-]

The brunette slowly lowers his gun, and lets out a disappointed sigh. The rain starts up again, drizzling on the two boys left behind in the car’s exhaust.

“Tendou,” He begins in his deep voice, which so rarely gets used to deliver pleasantries.

“I know, I know,” The red-head says, his voice blocked off slightly from his grip on his bleeding nose. “I should’ve been on watch. Sorry, Ushijima, but I’m fucking exhausted.”

“Our food is gone. Now we have to find more, and we are back in the same situation we were in three days ago.” Ushijima says evenly, and Tendou can hardly believe this is the same man that’s been starving with him for the past few days. He’s still so calm and collected-- well, he is a natural-born leader, he supposes.

“Relax. We can find them again, and take all our shit back. I’m sure they have a cute little hiding place somewhere with even more food for us. Shouldn’t be too hard to find.” Tendou assures, smiling his same unsettling smile he’s had since elementary school. Ushijima isn’t put off by it, though-- he never is.

He stays unbothered as he shakes his head.

“No. I’m tired of chasing after them. Let’s look around these houses, and then we’ll look for more grocery stores.” Ushijima says decisively, and picks up Tendou’s gun to hand over to him nicely. “You need to remember to keep this loaded, especially right now when there’s crazy people after us.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Tendou begrudgingly takes the gun from his friend with a sigh. “Not my fault I didn’t grow up knowing how to shoot a target from miles away.”

“I can only shoot a target with extreme accuracy when it’s about ten or maybe even twenty feet away.” Ushijima responds, confused as to why Tendou would give him so much credit when it comes to shooting. He pauses, then asks, “Are you alright?”

Tendou blinks, a little surprised at Ushijima’s sudden caring tone. “Yeah, I just need a towel or something-- it should stop bleeding soon.”

Ushijima nods, and pats him on the shoulder. “Let’s find some bandages, and then we’ll look for food.”

Tendou nods as he follows Ushijima back inside the house.

“Kyotani’s gonna be pissed…” He mutters under his breath.

[-]

“Ho-holy shit!” Bokuto yells, swerving around another corner without letting up on the gas.

“I know!!” You exclaim as you sway in your seat, the adrenaline just now beginning to ebb away. Your hands are shaking, but you’ve never felt more empowered. “I literally punched a guy in the face!!” You laugh, and pinch your cheeks to make sure this is real.

Kuroo laughs with you, wiping sweat off his brow, and turns around to look at you with that grin of his.

“‘Fuck outta here’? When did you become an action hero?” He teases, and you giggle, tossing your hair over your shoulder playfully.

“I guess I’m just that bitch.” You declare, and Bokuto laughs boisterously from the front seat.

The rest of the ride goes smoothly as the three of you shake out the rest of your jitters from earlier. It turns out, this is the safest and most at ease you’ve felt since the quarantine started two months ago-- Kuroo and Bokuto are some of the nicest guys you’ve ever met. You sort of can’t believe your luck; if you hadn’t run into them at the grocery store, who knows where you’d be right now?

A dopey, happy smile stays on your features the whole rest of the way back to the gym. Even though it’s started raining again, you feel on top of the world as you gaze at your two newfound friends in the front seat.

“I know I’m sexy, but you don’t gotta keep staring.” Kuroo pulls you out of your little daydream with his teasing, and you roll your eyes, but don’t stop smiling.

“Thanks, you guys. Seriously.” You say sincerely. Bokuto looks into the rearview mirror to give you another one of his heart-melting smiles.

“Ehh, don’t mention it.” Kuroo rubs the back of his neck as Bokuto turns onto a dirt road you don’t recognize.

“Uhhh… Bokuto? Where ya goin, bud?” You ask.

“Shortcut!” Bokuto declares proudly. “This side street cuts through all that traffic on the main streets.”

“Nice!” Kuroo praises, then snickers. “Except there’s no traffic right now, dude.”

“Oh.” Bokuto blinks, and blushes. “Sorry, um… force of habit?”

It actually tears your heart in two just seeing Bokuto even slightly deflated, so you leap to comfort him.

“No, don’t worry!” You lean forward, wrapping your arms over his shoulder to hug him from behind. “It’s the scenic route!”

Bokuto blushes even deeper, but his spirits are definitely lifted as he presses on. Trees drape over the unfamiliar road, and you pass by lots of beautiful shrubs and grassy areas which have only grown larger since the huge absence of people. You sit up quickly as a blue Toyota comes into view-- you’d recognize that stupid Death Star foam antenna tip anywhere. As Bokuto drives closer and closer, you have no doubt in your mind that that’s your father’s car just up ahead, the front completely crashed into a large oak tree.

“Stop! Stop,” You exclaim, but don’t wait for Bokuto to do as he’s told as you rush out of the car. Luckily, he was already slowing down as you tumble out, much to the displeasure of the boys inside the car.

You don’t quite feel your legs as dread and worry settles over you the closer you walk to the car. Had your dad been killed in a crash? Was he injured, and didn’t have the strength to call for help, and then died when you didn’t come looking for him? You cover your mouth as you feel tears prick your eyes as all sorts of terrible thoughts and scenarios overwhelm your brain, but when you finally reach the driver’s seat, you’re met with nothing.

There’s no blood stains, only a now-deflated airbag, and you notice that the seatbelt is still clicked into place. A chill goes up your spine-- it’s as if your dad just… disappeared.

“Yo, what’s going on?” Kuroo’s voice coming up behind you snaps you out of your little trance, and you turn to Kuroo and Bokuto in distress. They frown at your expression, and you can’t help the sniffle that escapes you.

“This is, um… this is my dad’s car.” You say, and your voice is so small. Kuroo and Bokuto exchange a glance, unsure of what to say. You don’t expect them to have any words of comfort, anyway-- you’ve all lost those closest to you, so you’re all familiar with this feeling but… seeing your dad’s car, how it’s crashed in such a peculiar way with zero trace of your dad ever being there… it hurts so much more when you don’t even have a body to bury, or ashes to hold onto.

You bite your lip, and open the driver’s side door to flip the sun visor down, revealing a picture of you, your dad, and your mom on vacation, clipped in place next to the mirror. With a sad smile, you gingerly take the photo, and run your fingers over the faces of your mom and dad.

A warm hand rests on your shoulder, and you look up with teary eyes to meet Bokuto’s bright ones. He’s smiling, if only to comfort you.

“Let’s go.” He says gently, and you suck in a breath, and nod. The three of you pile back into the car, and you tuck the picture into your jacket’s inside pocket, placing your hand over it just to make sure it’s safe as Bokuto continues the drive back to the gym.

[camillemontespan]

ten years from now [AU. drake walker x camille montespan] [part four: coffee & whiskey]

Master List if you want to catch up

Warnings: Mention of pill misuse.

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Camille climbed into the pick up truck and gave Drake a warm smile. 'Morning Walker.' 

Drake smirked. 'Morning Montespan.' 

He began to drive down the dirt road leading towards town. As Camille settled into her seat, she looked around the vehicle. 'I see you're still driving Betsy.' 

Drake grinned. 'What can I say? Longest relationship I've had in my life.' 

Camille became painfully aware of the memories that this pick up truck contained. It was Drake's first motor after he passed his test. He had driven the two of them everywhere, eager to be on the road as much as possible. Even then, Drake wanted freedom. 

Camille remembered getting high with Drake in this truck. 

She remembered the time when Drake had to brake hard to avoid a collision with a reckless driver. He had shouted obscenities out the window. 

She remembered Drake trying to teach her how to drive in this truck and the arguments that ensued because Camille couldn't work the stick. 

She remembered the summer nights after they had lost their virginities, spending hours in the backseat with her legs around his waist, ignoring the tight space of the vehicle as Drake fucked her hard. 

As soon as that thought entered her head, Camille turned red and pushed it out of her mind. 

They made small talk as Drake drove closer to town. He parked up on Valtoria Boulevard and the two of them got out the truck, leaving behind the memories. 

The coffee shop they chose was cosy and served the best coffee in the whole of Applewood. Camille chose a table by the window while Drake got their coffees. 

'Skinny cappuccino with an extra shot, right?' he asked her. 

Camille blinked. 'How do you remember that?' 

Drake shrugged. 'Good memory, I guess.' 

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Conversation was easy. They sat opposite each other and listened as the other described what they had been doing. Drake listened as Camille told him that she was a paralegal at a prestigious law firm called Pearl and Goldfinch. The pay was mediocre but she adored her work. She lived in an apartment in Soho with Liam, who worked on Wall Street. After they got married, they were planning to move into a bigger place near the park. Camille wanted a dog but Liam wasn't keen on animals. 

'What kind of person doesn't like animals?!' Drake cried, mock horrified. 

'Evil ones!' Camille shot back, giggling. 'All I want is a cute dog like Clover. Do you still have Clover?' 

Drake shook his head. 'She died two years ago.' 

Camille's face fell. 'I'm sorry Drake.. I know how much you loved that dog.' 

Drake sighed. 'She was a good dog. Loyal.'

Camille raised her coffee cup in the air. 'To Clover,' she said. 'The best damn dog in the world.' 

Drake clinked his cup against hers, smiling as he did so. They sipped their coffee until Camille began to speak.

'Drake, can I ask you a question?' 

'Sure.' 

Camille bit her lip and cast her eye down. 'What.. What happened with you?' 

Drake laughed dryly. 'Quite a broad question, Montespan..' 

'You just stopped talking to me,' Camille said quickly, eager to get this tricky subject out of the way. 'What happened? Did you just decide you didn't want to be with me anymore?' 

Drake closed his eyes. 'Camille..' 

'Just be honest,' Camille told him. 'I won't get upset, it's in the past. I just want to know.'

Drake sighed and opened his eyes. Hers were steady on his. God, she had beautiful eyes. They were her best feature. 

'You deserve to know,' Drake finally said. 'Can I start this by saying I'm sorry? Like, so fucking sorry.' 

Camille smiled sadly. 'I know. Just talk to me. Please.' 

So Drake started to talk. 

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Drake aged 18, Camille aged 17

Drake was alone in his room. It was Saturday night and he should have been out on campus drinking with his buddies but tonight, he didn't feel up to it. He was feeling low again. 

He scrolled through Facebook, reading all the statuses about how everyone was living their best life in college. They were achieving good grades while balancing the parties and seminars. They were owning the world. College was so much better than high school. Here, they could forge their own identities and make something of themselves. 

Everyone except Drake. 

All he had done today was get up at noon, eat ramen for breakfast, binge watched Parks and Recreation, jerked himself off to a porno and napped. Now it was 8pm and he was torturing himself by scrolling through social media and the endless pictures of his fellow students living it up. 

He came across Camille's profile. She had updated her status an hour earlier with a photo of her and a redheaded girl. They were raising shot glasses in the air and pouting to the camera. 

'IT'S THE FREAKING WEEKEND BABY, I'LL DRINK TO THAT!' Camille had written. It had 30 likes and 10 comments, many of them from creepy guys saying how hot she was. 

Drake could see that Camille had typed a reply to them, saying she had a boyfriend. 

Drake was the boyfriend. 

But he was beginning to even doubt himself on that. He hadn't seen Camille in two months. Yes, they lived on opposite side of the country now. Their lack of communication wasn't her fault, far from it. She had tried to Skype him but Drake ignored her. The last time they Skyped, Drake hadn't said much. He had listened to Camille tell him about her classes and her favourite teachers- Camille actually enjoyed learning. 

Drake felt he had nothing to contribute. He wasn't doing well in his studies, he didn't take part in extracurricular activities and he only had two friends. 

As he looked through more of Camille's Facebook, he was beginning to feel left behind. She was doing so well and he was so happy for her, but it was hard to feel good about himself when things weren't working out for him here. 

He had the nagging feeling that he brought her down. Who wanted a boyfriend who slept in late and ate ramen for breakfast? Who wanted a boyfriend who was failing his degree? 

She had texted him asking her to call her. He left her message on read. 

Drake was that asshole. 

He was contemplating scoring some weed from the guy upstairs when his phone rang. Drake glanced at the screen. It was his mom. 

'Hey mom.' 

He could hear heavy breathing on the other end of line. 

'Mom?' 

'Drake..' 

Bianca didn't sound right. She sounded breathless and scared.  Drake was up on his feet, instantly alert. 'Mom, what's wrong?' 

'Oh baby.. I.. I had to call you. I need to talk to you. So much..' 

Her voice was slurring. Drake could tell she had been drinking. 

'Mom, are you drunk?' 

'Maybe.. Baby.. My baby.'

Drake closed his eyes. He knew Bianca had been struggling since Savannah had upped and left. He had been a good son and regularly called her, but he knew it wasn't enough. 

Bianca exhaled. 'The pills I got in the cupboard are starting to look real friendly..' 

Drake's heart began to hammer. He could feel his body shaking. 'Mom, leave them. Don't touch them, they're bad for you.' 

'I just wanna sleep, baby..' 

'Mom,' Drake's voice was raised now, a warning. 'I'm calling Gisele. You shouldn't be alone right now.' 

'I'm fine,' Bianca said, her voice sounding far away. 'I just need to sleep and then I'll feel better tomorrow.' 

'Mom, I swear to god, stay away from those pills,' Drake warned her, his voice trembling. 

There was a silence until Bianca broke it. 'I just feel so lonely, baby,' she whispered. 'You're at college, Savannah is somewhere doing god knows what.. Your daddy's gone. I just feel so alone.' Her voice was thick now. Drake could tell she was starting to cry. 

'Mom, I'm calling Gisele to come see you,' he told her. 'And then I'm booking the first flight home and we're going to fix this, alright?' 

'But college-' 

'Fuck college,' Drake interrupted. 'Now go watch TV. I'm calling Gisele. I'll see you as soon as I can.' 

Drake hung up and called Camille's grandmother who quickly ran to the Walker Ranch to be with Bianca. 

Drake booked the next flight to Austin. 

Drake boarded the plane the following day. 

Drake ignored Camille's calls because he was busy looking after his mom. 

Drake stopped talking to Camille. 

Drake focused on bringing his mother back to life while maintaining the ranch in good working order. Life happened. 

Drake and Camille's relationship faded. 

Drake and Camille didn't speak again. 

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Camille had gone pale. Drake sipped his coffee after his long monologue, waiting for her response. 

'If I'd known you were struggling.. That Bianca was struggling..' Camille whispered. 'I'd have -' 

'What? Flown back to Texas?' Drake interrupted. 'Nah, Camille. It was my problem, my shit.' 

'You could have talked to me,' Camille said. 'I'd have listened.' 

Drake shrugged. 'You were having a great time. I didn't want to bring you down.' 

Camille set down her cup and looked at him seriously. 'Drake. I wasn't having a great time.' 

Drake frowned. 'Your photos..' 

'Jesus, do you believe everything you see on social media?' Camille burst out. 'All those photos were a smoke screen. While I was posting pictures of me partying, I was actually hating life. I was stressed from studying, constantly worrying I would fail my essays, worrying I wasn't fun enough or interesting enough. I had a boyfriend on the other side of the country who was ignoring me so I worried I had done something wrong. I worried constantly. I couldn't eat. All I wanted was to talk to you but you ignored me. I felt awful, Drake.'

Drake was staring at her in shock. ' I didn't realise, Camille.. ' he murmured. 

Camille shrugged now. 'I hid it well. It seems you're talented at that too.' 

Drake sighed and shook his head. 'We're a bunch of fucking idiots, aren't we?' 

Camille laughed, lightness drifting back between them. 'We really are. God. Who knows what would have happened if we had just been honest and kept being there for each other?' 

The words left her mouth before she could stop them. She felt instant regret as she saw Drake turn pale. They were back to being awkward now. Great. 

Drake sipped his coffee. It had gone cold. 

They paid the bill soon after and got back into the truck. Drake drove in silence as Camille looked out the window, cursing herself. 

They reached Camille's grandmother's house. Camille cleared her throat. 'Thanks for catching up with me,' she said, the first words she had spoken in the fifteen minute drive. 'It's nice we can talk now without awkwardness.' 

Camille realised that came out as the most sarcastic comment she could have said. Drake sighed and turned off the ignition. 

'Camille, don't get out yet.' 

Camille frowned, confused. 'Why?' 

Drake swallowed. His hands were clenching the wheel tightly, turning his knuckles white. 'My one regret is leaving you,' he finally said, choking on his words. 'Not because we were in a relationship. Because you were my best friend. I'm always gonna regret that.'

Camille wrung her hands together. They felt clammy. 'It's okay,' she said. 'I get it. You had a lot of shit to deal with. It's water under the bridge.' 

She turned to open the door and jumped when she felt Drake's hand touch her arm. She looked over her shoulder to see him looking down at his hand on her skin. His touch burned. 

Drake quickly pulled his hand away. 

Camille smiled weakly and turned to face him. 'Okay, let's start over,' she said. 'New page. You're coming to my wedding. We've sorted out our crap. It's fine. Let's just.. be normal. Stop tip toeing around each other.'

Drake nodded. 'Sounds good.' 

Camille grinned and Drake's heart warmed. 'I'll see you soon,' she said. 

She opened the door. 

It came out like word vomit, but this time not from Camille. 

'Do you wanna come over for dinner on Saturday?' Drake burst out. 

Camille stopped, frozen. She bit her lip. 'I'd love to,' she said, haltingly. 'But I don't want Liam to feel like I'm ignoring him..' 

'He's invited too!' Drake said, unable to stop this word vomit. What the fuck was he doing? 

Camille wrinkled her nose, thinking hard about the pros and cons of this invitation. Drake waited, wishing he could uninvite her. 

'I guess it would be nice for him to get to know you,' Camille finally said. 'Okay. See you Saturday.' 

'7pm,' Drake said. 'I'll cook.' 

Drake hadn't cooked in months. What the fuck was he gonna cook? 

Camille smiled now. 'I'll bring the whiskey.' 

Drake laughed despite himself. 'Good girl.' 

Camille gave him a wink and clambered out of the truck, leaving Drake to think about what he just done. 

Why had he invited her for dinner? Why did he invite Liam? Why did he say he would cook? Why did he make stupid decisions? 

As he watched Camille walk up the path to the house, she turned to wave at him. 

Drake sighed. 

Because it was Camille. That was why he made stupid decisions. 

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Camille dropped her necklace and swore. She was sat at the vanity, trying to get ready but her shaking hands were preventing her from making progress. Liam sat on the edge of the bed, watching her with a warm smile on his face. 

‘Need some help?’ he asked.

Camille sighed. ‘Please.’

Liam chuckled and moved to take the necklace. He gently locked it around her throat before pressing a kiss on her bare shoulder.  His eyes met hers in the mirror. ‘You look stunning,’ he said. 

Camille blushed. She was wearing a simple black LBD with black stilettos. Her hair was loose around her shoulders. Was she too dressed up for dinner at the Walkers? Perhaps. But years of living in New York, working in a high powered job and being with Liam had refined her style.

‘I’m ready,’ she said. Liam took her hand and led her downstairs. ‘I’ll get the wine,’ he said.

‘No no, bring the whiskey!’ Camille corrected him. 

Liam stared at her in surprise. ‘Uh.. you like whiskey?’

Camille smiled. ‘We’re going to the Walkers. We gotta bring whiskey. And yeah, I’m partial to whiskey.’

Liam didn’t protest but he did find it odd how he kept finding out new things about Camille while they were here. It unsettled him. He should know these things about his fiancee, regardless of how insignificant these details were. She knew everything about him. 

Camille gave him a wide grin and Liam pushed the thoughts out of his mind. 

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‘Well don’t you look gorgeous!’ Bianca cried, pulling Camille in for a hug. 

Liam shook Drake’s hand as the women oohed and ahhed. ‘Good to see you again,’ he said warmly. 

Drake smiled. ‘Likewise.’

His eyes darted to Camille who gave him a smile and held out the bottle of whiskey. He grinned and reached out to take the bottle; their fingers brushed, sending a jolt of electricity through Drake. 

‘Ready to get the party started?’ Camille asked, raising an eyebrow.

Drake smirked. ‘Always. Come through to the garden, we’re having a barbeque.’

As Bianca took Liam’s coat and locked him into conversation by the front door, Drake and Camille wandered outside. Glasses were set up on the table; Drake took one and poured Camille a measure of whiskey. ‘Ice?’ he asked.

‘Please.’

Drake deposited two ice cubes into the glass and poured one for himself. He held up his glass and looked at Camille.

‘To Clover?’ he suggested.

Camille laughed and clinked her glass against his. 

‘To Clover.’

As they sipped their drinks, their eyes stayed fixed on each other over the rims of their glasses. They swallowed the burning amber liquid that blazed like fire through their veins, lighting the match, stoking the fire between them. 

Drake tore his eyes away first. 

‘Good whiskey,’ he said, his voice cracking.

Camille nodded. ‘I know you like the best.’

Drake swallowed hard, aware of her eyes on him. ‘Top up?’ he asked.

Camille held out her glass. Drake reached out to hold the glass as he poured the whiskey, his fingers pressing against hers. Camille bit her lip at the intimacy of his touch; Drake’s eyes focused on her mouth, unable to look away.

‘Wow, you guys getting drunk already?!’ Bianca called out, entering the garden with Liam. Drake stopped pouring the whiskey and stepped away from Camille, clearing his throat.

‘Come join us for a drink!’ Camille replied, her voice shrill. Liam chuckled and picked up a glass, holding it out to Drake.

‘Come on, Walker, top me up.’

[opposite-idol]

Don't Call Me Baby (Freaks pt.2)

Make a wish on a shooting star Because I don’t know what’s supposed to work anymore Baby, tell me, is this war? Please take a pause, I’m already sore I held paws, until they were gone Sensibility tells me I can’t grieve anymore But, what everyone loves about me, is I’ve got no damn sense Why start now? But I finally have a realistic vision Wow But I’m the only one who can see it Because I wear heart shaped rose tinted glasses I don’t need the vagueness I just need to win in Vegas So I can finally stop faking it Baby, I’m broken But I don’t need to be fixed I just need to see you being yourself And making it, and live, laugh, loving every minute of it “Live, laugh, love” Sure fits like a glove When you’re delusional as fuck

So that’s who I am Did I stutter? I hope not My mind is free of clutter Even though the world’s a mess I admit But I can’t help it I wear rose tinted glasses And I’m so tired of the vagueness I already know I’m famous Yes, I’m serious I promise I’m not faking it Baby, promise I’ll meet you in Vegas After I make it through all these clowns Who try to say industry made us Yeah, industry sure as hell raised us It wasn’t any fool trying to say “praise Yeezus” “But you’re not famous” Yeah, I know, I’m sorry But can you blame us I’m tired of all the worry I just wanna be free But I wanna “live, laugh, love” so badly And I can’t do that without saying all these shitty things

Baby, I’m gonna be late I’m sorry Will my own marriage wait for me? I’m inclined to lie and say I’m fighting injustices I’m sorry, I’m so busy It’s not like that line is foreign to me Both to hear and say Things weren’t ever supposed to go the right way So, baby I’m sorry Will you wait for me? I’m way too busy I lie The truth is, to be honest I’m just lazy And I’m tired of the lack of variety Done with the vagueness Goddamn, better win in Vegas Because I’m tired of pretending it doesn’t exist And I feel so blessed Never get slapped on the wrist But I’m exhausted, so maybe I just don’t feel it I lie The truth is, to be honest I’m wide awake And I don’t know how to put on the brakes I just know how to blend in, so good at faking it But for you I never did, and they don’t need to know a damn thing Holy shit look at this ring

[buckyscrystalqueen]

Fresh Start: Part 1

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Cop!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of an attempted rape.

Word Count: 2,521

A/N: Got the idea for this one while watching ‘The Town’.

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Victim. It wasn’t a word that you would ever use to describe yourself and yet, that’s what the officers standing in your living room kept referring to you as. Your teeth ground together every single time someone said that word, and you tried really hard to focus on your daughter, Jessica, who had gotten woken up when your German Shepherd, Dakota, ran from her nursery to your bedroom to attack the man that had snuck through your open bedroom window. 

“Ms. Odinson?” A soft, female voice said as you pressed the buttons on your daughter’s play table to keep her entertained since she wasn’t going back to sleep any time soon. “My name is Sergeant Romanoff. And this is my partner, Detective Barnes. We’d like to ask you a couple questions about what happened?” You sighed loudly and looked up at her, but startled when you looked at the familiar pair of blue eyes you never expected to see again.

“Moth’a fuck’a… you’re a cop?!” You growled as your annoyance turned into full blown rage. “Moth’a fuck’a!”

“(Y/N), wait…” Bucky gasped, his obviously fake Townie accent now long gone as he stared blankly at the little girl he didn’t know existed. You jumped to your feet and shoved him against the wall with every ounce of strength you had.

“Fuck you!” You screeched as you shoved him again while he simply held up his hand up to his partner to let her know he was OK. “You bastard! I fucking hate you! You were supposed ta be there!”

“I know.” He said with a nod as he gently grabbed your wrists. His heart fell as he watched tears well in your eyes while you continued to try to hit him.

“You rat!” You cried as he looked over your head at the little girl that absolutely had his eyes. It only took you a moment longer to connect those dots in your head. “No! Get out! You turned your fucking back on me, you turned your back on her, you hear me? She is mine!”

“OK, OK.” Sergeant Romanoff said as she finally stepped in to break the two of you up. “Ms. Odinson, let’s take a step back so Detective Barnes can step out…”

“You better stay gone, moth’a fuck’a!” You snapped at him as you were gently pulled back away from the man that shattered your heart. “Stay gone!”

“Baby…” Bucky tried as you walked over and picked up your little girl to protect her.

“Go die.” You said evenly as you looked over your shoulder at him. “You will never be a fath’a ta my child.”

——

“Buck?” Steve asked softly as he walked up to his friend in Natasha’s office. “You good?” Bucky shook his head as he watched you feeding your daughter… his daughter, Cheerios one by one the way she liked it while you gave Natasha and Wanda your statements.

“I didn’t…” He tried. “She’s so beautiful. And I don’t even know her name. She’s my daughter and I don’t even know her fucking name.” Steve nodded in understanding as he looked between his best friend and the mother of his best friend’s child that he didn’t even know existed.

“How’d you even meet her?” Steve asked gently. Bucky sighed and scrubbed his hand across the lower half of his face.

“You remember the major heroin bust from two years ago? Guy was found with 45 kilos? I was a UC on that case. Guy’s name was Thor Odinson. (Y/N)’s his baby sister. I was under for almost six years and I got too close. I feel in love with her. I proposed to her, Steve. Like, ready to tell her the truth on who I was, convince her to run away, change our names, and spend the rest of my life on the run with her, kinda love. But when I missed a check in, my team moved in fearing the worst. She lost everyone that night. And it’s all my fault.”

“Buck, that’s not your fault.” Steve said as the girls got up from the table you were sitting at. “You were just doing your job…”

“And now she has no one.” Bucky interrupted, as he watched you get up to put your daughter down so she could walk around. “And she had my daughter without me. Fuck!” He shouted as he punched the wall, causing you to actually turn toward the mirror he was standing behind.

“Barnes!” Nat snapped as she walked into her office. “Walk it off.”

“I gotta talk to her.” He said quickly as he grabbed the door handle and walked into the interrogation room.

“What…?” You tried as he grabbed a chair and wedged it under the door handle before darting over to the other door to repeat the action. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“I love you.” He said as he used his body weight to easily hold the chair in place while he looked across the room at you and your scared little girl. “I still love you. I will always… always love you. And I know that me saying that means nothing to you and it probably never will but I do love you. I hated lying to you, (Y/N). I hated every minute of it. You used to ask me why I didn’t sleep at night. If I was scared of the robberies or the dealing… None of that meant shit. Lying to you was why. Because I couldn’t tell you that my name wasn’t Sam Johnson. Because I couldn’t tell you to run away from the monster your brother was. Because I couldn’t tell the woman that I loved that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her since she couldn’t know who I even was without it possibly costing us both our lives. Baby, I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” You startled the slightest bit when something hard hit the door he wasn’t standing by.

“My loyalties lie with Thor.” You said softly as you hiked your daughter up a bit higher on your hip as she hid in your throat from the scary man. Bucky’s jaw clenched with that statement and he looked away for only half a second to compose himself as Steve continued to try and get the door open. 

“What’s her name?” He asked as he met your eyes again. His question caught in his throat as the slightest hint of tears welled in his baby blues. “I just wanna know her name.” You shook your head and looked away as Steve finally got the door between the room you were in and Nat’s office open.

“Are you out of your mind, Barnes?” The Sergeant asked as you quickly took a step over to your stroller.

“I’m dropping charges.” You said as you kicked the brakes off and pushed it toward the other door. “I’m done with this. All’a this.”

“Baby, please.” Bucky tried as Steve pulled him and the chair away from the door for you. “Please!” Against your better judgement, you hesitated a step, and shook your head.

“Jessica.” You said as you met his eyes for hopefully the last time. “But you will never know her, Bucky. Ever.” His shoulders physically dropped as you turned and rushed out of the SVU precinct. He watched you walk away, at least grateful that he had the option this time instead of when he was simply ‘arrested’ like the last time. He startled as two random facts connected in his head, meaning that this attack was no ordinary attack.

“Fuck. Get Banner on the phone.” Bucky said as he yanked himself out of Steve’s grip to get to you to save you from your brother. “She’s going to her brother. Get him in to solitary…”

“Way to go, Barnes.” Natasha said as she headed back to her office with a shake of her head. She stopped in the doorway and pointed at him, angrily. “You stay the hell away from her, you hear me?”

“I gotta go.” Bucky said the moment his commanding officer was out of ear shot. “She doesn’t see it…”

“Bucky…” Steve tried as Bucky stormed out the door and grabbed his jacket from the back of his desk chair. “Buck!”

“James Barnes, don’t you go after her!” Natasha called out as she called down to Massachusetts Correctional to get your brother into solitary before you could get there to see him to out her detective. Bucky simply ignored her and kept walking.

——

You had barely made it out of South Walpole on Winter Street when a white flash caught your eye. You thought it was just from being up half the night and making the hour and a half long trek through traffic from your home in Charlestown to Massachusetts Correctional in Norfolk, but sure as shit, Bucky slowly walked out into the road and waved you to the side with a gun. 

“Swear ta Christ I should just run yer ass ov’a, moth’a fuck’a.” You shouted through the open car window as you pulled over to the side of the tree lined road.

“(Y/N), I need you to stop and think for a moment.” He said as he quickly ran around to the other side of your Honda and got in before you could run him over or simply take off. “Think. What do you have going on next week?”

“None of your damn…”

“You’ve got a court date.” He interrupted, knowing that you weren’t going to play along. “Same as I do. A court date about the murder your brother committed after that bank robbery that I know, you know about. I’m not stupid… but neither are you. Because I know you fucking know who is behind your attack.”

“He wouldn’t…” You defended, unbelievingly as you looked out the front windshield. “Get outta my car.”

“He would, (Y/N)!” He shouted. “Because I have seen him make that call first hand before! Baby, he’s in jail for drug trafficking and witness intimidation so far! Thor is a fucking psychopath…”

“Don’t you talk about my broth’a!”

“I’ll talk about your damn broth’a until you open your fuckin’ eyes and admit what you know is going down!” He roared back, his fake Boston accent mixing almost seamlessly with his natural New York accent, but still sounding some what comical. “He’s a monster. There’s no other word for it. You know it as well as I do. I know you don’t want to admit it but you don’t have a choice anymore…”

“What the fuck am I supposta do, huh? Turn on my own damn broth’a?”

“That’s exactly what you need to do.” Bucky said as he turned in his seat to hold your hands. “Look I know you don’t trust me. You have every right not to. But I can protect you. I can get you out of the Town, I can get you and our daughter safe. Don’t you want that for her, huh? We had so many plans, doll. I know you remember…”

“Bucky, I’m just a Townie.” You said with a shake of your head. “I ain’t never gunna be nothin’ else. Those are just dreams…”

“That I can make real.” He interrupted. “(Y/N), I’m a cop. If you testify, I mean really testify, I can get you and Jess into WITSEC. And I know for a fact that Thor doesn’t have the kinda reach you think he does. He killed his connect with the cartel and you are the only one alive that knows it for a fact. And I know you know because you told me. But I can’t be the one to say it if you don’t because you’ll go to jail for perjury. And then Jess ends up in the system. And I can’t save her since I know I’m not on the birth certificate. And I also know you don’t have any one else. So she ends up in the system and with your record, you end up in jail for a long, long time. Someone else will be tucking her in at night. Someone else will be holding her hand as she walks into school for her first day of kindergarten. She’ll be callin’ someone else mommy…”

“Shut up!” You screamed as you slapped him across the face. “Don’t talk about my daught’a!”

“Then do something to save her!” Tears filled your eyes and you looked away at the jail. After a moment, Bucky reached out to brush your heavily hair sprayed hair back behind your ear. “Let me help you, (Y/N). I promised you the day we got together that I would always protect you. Let me keep that promise to you, baby doll. Please. Please, baby. I lost you once, I can’t lose you again. I need you to trust me. If you drive up to that jail, I can’t help you anymore. I got all day to sit here with you while you think. Not as a cop, but as a father, begging to keep his little girl out of the system. As a fiancé who just wants the love of his life safe. At the end of the day, I’m here for you.” You nodded your head slowly but kept looking at the jail, weighing the two heavy options.

“Can’t we just make it all go away?” You choked as you covered your face with your hands. With a heavy sigh, Bucky reached out to gently rub your back.

“It will, baby doll.” He said softly as you leaned across the middle console into his side. “You just gotta do the right thing, OK?”

“Are you coming with us?” You asked after a few minutes of thinking about it. You pulled back and looked up at him, pleadingly, with streaks of mascara and eyeliner on your cheeks. “Please. I can’t do this alone and I have no one else…”

“I’ll come. I’m Jessica’s dad.” He agreed with a nod. “I’ll figure out a way to come, I promise.” With a nod of your head you sat up all the way and looked over at the jail again.

“OK.” You whispered as all your hope slipped out the window. “I’ll do it.”

“OK.” Bucky sighed in relief. “So we gotta go get Jess, pack up some clothes, and get you to the WITSEC safe house. So switch seats with me.” You blinked a few times and looked over at him as he opened the passenger door.

“Wait, what about your bike?”

“Won’t matter in two days.” He said seriously. “But I’ll stash it in the trees, and have a buddy of mine pick it up.” With a nod of your head, you climbed over the middle and looked back up at the jail one final time.

“I’m sorry, broth’a.” You whispered as you tucked your feet up on the chair.

“Seat belt, doll.” Bucky reminded you like he did every time he got in the car. You followed his command and looked out the window as your tears started to fall again.

Part 2

[lisinfleur]

Et Bånd Mellem Krigere - Chapter 1: Before we meet again

Author’s Notes | Okay! I couldn't be mouth shut. You guys know me very well and as Sy says, I'm the "Queen of The Fix-It Fictions" with pride! When I first watched Kriger I was already pissed off with Mads' fate and he became my sweetheart. But A Bond Between People brought us another sweet guy for us to increase our guilty pleasures and love as if he wasn't a criminal after all. Adrian is what was missing for me to launch the Danish Cute Criminals hashtag and go for it! I love these guys, but the Danish writers seem to be really committed to ripping my heart out of my chest! First Mads, now Adrian! Both about to be fathers; both trying desperately to get something they weren't able to reach; both unfairly killed in the end for things they didn't do, betrayed by friends, shot in the head. Fuck the whole universe! I saved Mads once, now its time for him to pay me the favor! I hope you guys like this fic I literally puked 45 minutes after watching A Bond Between People. This came from the bottom of my angry heart and I want to thank @lol-haha-joke for brainstorming with me and allowing this to happen so soon! Love you, babe! Now, let's save Adrian as well! Universe | Crossover between the series Kriger and the movie A Bond Between People Pairing | Mads x Joy, Adrian x Reader Info | Fix It Fiction Words | 2310 ⁑ Warnings: SPOILERS from both the series and the movie. Cursing.

The loud sound of the brakes of Mads' motorcycle could be heard around a quarter further from where Mads was now on the ground. It wasn't a big fall but his bike would be scratched for sure!

Fuck... He shouldn't be thinking about this. Someone was crossing the street and all that effort was to save a life Mads still didn't know if he had saved or not.

"Hey... hey, bro. Are you okay?" a male voice asked and Mads felt someone touching his shoulders, helping him to stop the dizziness and focus his vision once again.

Blinking his eyes a few times, Mads could recognize the guy that was trying to run across the street and caused the whole accident by not looking at the green signal allowing the drivers to go and run over him like a pigeon. So, he was alive, at least.

Mads accepted his hand and the guy ran forward to lift his motorcycle and take it out of the street as Mads was cleaning his pants from the asphalt dust and checking if there wasn't any broken shit in his pockets.

"Blessed be the Gorilla Glass..." he mumbled, checking out his phone without a single scratch.

The jeans, on the other hand, would have to be exchanged - but at least it wasn't his skin ragged like that.

"Fuck... I'm sorry, bro. I wasn't looking. I should have... I was distracted. Shit," the guy seemed nervous, rubbing his face, sighing.

Mads' smiled: his leg took almost all the damage and the motorcycle scratches would be easy to repair. The guy was really nervous when he patted his shoulder, taking off the helmet and smiling.

"It's fine, dude. I'm glad you're alive, at least. I thought I would run over your head or some shit like that," he giggled, causing the guy to smile, still rubbing the short hair in his nape, a little clumsy.

"I'm late for work... I'll have to go, but... Hey, take my cellphone number. We can talk about the damage. I'll help you to fix it. I'm Adrian, by the way," the guy said, extending his hand that Mads gently shook.

"Mads. Don't worry, Adrian. I can repair this easily. Not a big deal. Do you want a ride?" he offered to what Adrian smiled.

It would be a hand for him since he wouldn't be able to reach the slaughtering house in five minutes not even if he could put a jetpack in his ass.

"Sure thing! Thanks, bro! You're literally saving my ass..."

"Get on," Mads smiled, "Where is your work?"

Adrian explained to Mads where was the slaughtering house - a place Mads seemed to know very well, because he made their way there in less than three minutes, giving Adrian his first day right on time to sign in.

It was only when Adrian was already placing his backpack at the locker that he remembered he didn't give his phone number to Mads.

"Shit!" he cursed, the guy was cool and now he wouldn't be able to pay for those damages... "Damn memory..."

Maybe Mads would search for him at work later. Maybe they would see each other again. Something was telling Adrian it would happen. He decided to just let it go and focus on the slaughtered pigs he had to clean for the day...

  "Fuck..."

It was coming from the door of the club, but Adrian could hear the voice at the radio when the security guard called for a backup at the door - boy was a loser: whatever problem he had he would ask for back up. Adrian was counting the days for that ass to be kicked away so he would take his place at the door for some more money.

"Fuck, fuck, I'm sure it was here somewhere, just gimme a second," the guy insisted as the security guard called again and Adrian got up, sighing.

It wasn't his day of work, but the buddy at the station wasn't there to hear the guard's appeals and if he was able to solve the problem maybe The Monk would give him the position at the door easier.

So, Adrian left his beer and went to the door, but his eyes caught a known figure, searching in his pockets nervously for an ID he didn't know where it was.

"This guy has no ID and insists on getting his way into the club," the guard said and Adrian smiled when Mads looked at the guard, annoyed.

"I brought it, I'm sure it's here and... Hey, Adrian!" Mads recognized him and Adrian smiled, patting the guard's shoulder.

"He's with me," he said, smiling at Mads and calling him in with one of his hands. "You can let him in."

Mads smiled, but the guard stopped him with one hand in his chest looking at Adrian, who insisted.

"Buddy, I'm telling you; the guy is with me. If anything happens, you can tell The Monk I put him in. It's fine."

Still suspecting Adrian's words and afraid that would give him any kind of shit, the guard took his hand out of the way and allowed Mads to pass.

Smiling, the two of them shook hands and Adrian ordered a beer for the friend he thought he wouldn't see anymore.

"Thanks, bro," Mads said, sitting beside Adrian and accepting the bottle he offered, taking a sip to wash his throat. "I think I forgot that shit home. I mean, who walks around with an ID all the time?"

"Sometimes you just don't wanna be recognized," Adrian joked and the two of them laughed together.

What was supposed to be a long and solitary night for Adrian - since he was at the club after having a fight with Victoria once again - ended up becoming a good night and the good beginning to a friendship that would last for a long time.

From time to time, Adrian would help Mads to go into the club without his ID - or just let him in after he got the position of the guard. From time to time, Mads would help Adrian to arrive at the slaughtering house on time to prevent him from losing his job.

From time to time they would have day offs together and fish, or drink beer together and talk about how Mads was happy after he found Joy around or how Adrian would go rich with that shit he was selling for The Monk.

However, one day it just suddenly stopped.

There wasn't anyone at the spot in the morning, late or running to go to work, in need of a ride. And Mads stayed out of the club three nights in a row for not having his ID to come in...

Adrian wasn't anywhere. Nor answering the text messages he sent.

So, one day, Mads just decided to stop by the place Adrian was always coming out when they met at the bus stop - a place he presumed was his house. A blonde girl opened the door and Mads smiled, despite she didn't smile back.

In fact, she frowned.

"What do you want? Who are you??"

Mads' smile diminished. The girl seemed to be tired, her eyes marked by crying.

"Are you Victoria?" he asked, "Is this Adrian's house?" Mads asked, thinking he could have knocked on the wrong place.

But her face became even angrier and her voice became harsh.

"Adrian was arrested! He'll go to jail for that damn shit you guys were selling for him! I don't know who the fuck you are but stay away from my house. Adrian is not here. He won't be here anymore! Get out!" she yelled, before slamming the door almost hitting Mads' face.

Mads went back to his motorcycle; his eyes looking at the spot where he almost hit Adrian for the first time. The empty space on the sidewalk remembering him of his friend he wouldn't see in a while.

Fucking cops...

He would miss that guy.

"Fuck..."

Mads cursed when he wasn't able to find his ID into his wallet.

"Nevermind," he said, already ready to leave the queue that burnt one hour of his life just to get to the end and not being able to enter the club because of that stupid ID again.

At those moments, he would always remember his friend Adrian... Boy was away for what? Four years now? Life wasn't the same without that jerk to let him in and share the beer.

"Get in."

Those words stopped Mads, surprising him and causing him to turn back to look at the guard's face - a thing he lost the habit to do since a different guy has taken Adrian's place.

But it was impossible to avoid smiling when his eyes caught a pair of icy blues looking at him.

"Haha... Look who's fucking back in town!" Mads said, embracing his friend that patted his back twice before smiling at him. "You're fucking bald, man!"

Adrian rubbed the exposed head, his hair still cut low as they did in prison. Something practical, he had to admit, but something he was glad to get rid of.

"My turn will be done in an hour," Adrian said, smiling at Mads. "Get my bench warm and my beer cold, bro!"

"Sure thing!" Mads said, going into the bar with his best smile.

There was so much he wanted to talk to Adrian! So much news to tell! The last hour of Adrian's turn at the door dragged itself slowly for the two of them since both were anxious to speak to each other.

But it ended anyway and Adrian took a minute to get rid of his work suit and sit beside Mads at the bar.

"Fuck, dude, I thought you would be in there forever," Mads said, smiling. "I missed you, bro! For fucking freedom!" he said, raising his beer and touching Adrian's bottle in a toast before the two of them could drink.

"For fucking freedom," Adrian repeated, sighing satisfied with the long and cold sip of his beer. "Fuck, man... I missed everything outside, but our conversations were what I missed the most. Almost four years fucking talking to the walls, man. That place would get me mad..."

"I get you," Mads said, sipping his beer again, "The cops had taken me sometimes and I slept at their amazing accommodations a few nights. Can't get how did you survive four years inside that shitty place, bro."

"Thinking on how much I wanted to go out," Adrian answered, and both of them smiled. "But what's up, brother? What did I miss?" he asked and Mads' smile became silly.

"Joy is pregnant, bro," he said, causing Adrian to smile bigger and pull him into his embrace.

"Fuck, brother! We must celebrate! You gonna be a hell of a father, Mads!"

"Yeah, you have no idea of how excited I am! We kinda got married since you left. I mean, we didn't get married yet, this shit is expensive as fuck, but we're living together, so she's practically my old lady now," Mads said, smiling. "And now we're waiting for our boy. It's a boy, dude. I gonna be a father and I can't stop smiling at this."

"I kinda can get you," Adrian said, with a smile, but a smaller one. "Victoria is pregnant as well."

Mads looked at him surprised.

"Fuck! Already?? How long are you out, brother?"

"It's not exactly mine," Adrian said, and Mads sighed.

It wasn't hard to feel Adrian's disappointment, but also, it wasn't hard to notice he was doing his best to turn that thing in something good for them both.

"I mean, I was out for four years, not that we can blame her, but... Well, we gonna keep the baby and I decided to adopt him so... I kinda gonna be a father soon as well!" Adrian tried, smiling little.

"Brother, are you happy with this?" Mads asked, looking straight into his eyes.

"I wanna be, for real," Adrian answered. "I always wanted to have a kid... Victoria had her plans with the school and stuff, but I always wanted to start my own family, so... I'm happy. I am," he affirmed, feeling Mads' hand patting his back.

"Then fuck the whole universe, brother, we gonna be fathers and our boys gonna fucking rule the world!" Mads said, causing Adrian's smile to become bigger and they toasted, smiling at each other.

Pity Adrian couldn't stay too long: he had to work the next day. Piling jobs was something that would exhaust him, Mads knew it very well, but he could understand.

After all, both of them had children to take care of, right?

"Hey, I'm working at the warehouse of the Wolves' club now. But the place is fucking huge and I think the that works with me will quit soon. I'll take a look if I can get a job for you. Maybe they can take you in. It would be nice to have you around and they also have some services for us during the day... You're a butcher, right? I'm sure they can find you something for good money. Better than what you're doing now for sure." Mads suggested and Adrian smiled.

"Call me. At any time," he said, smiling bigger.

"I will, brother. I will," Mads said, smiling.

His eyes following his old friend leaving the club, fast steps to go back home.

It was good to have Adrian back in town. Mads had already put CC in, so maybe Tom wouldn't be afraid of having another friend of his around. And in Tom's kind of business, a butcher was always welcome.

Depending on how strong were Adrian's guts, he would really be able to make some money there...

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Publicity

Promt: "So you don't mind going public?"

Word Count: 1,874

Paring: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange

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Tony was in the middle of brewing himself a new pot of coffee when FRIDAY gave him the news.

"Boss, there's something you need to see. It's about you and Doctor Strange." She said.

Tony heart jumped into his throat and he began to sweat.

"Show it to me baby girl." He said walking over to his flat screen completely forgetting about the coffee.

FRIDAY turned on the t.v. and changed the channel to the news and lo and behold his hisand Stephen's faces are the first thing he sees. Stephen kissing his cheek of all things.

"It appears Tony Stark has got himself some new eye-candy. Is this playboy back to his old ways?" A lady newsreporter said, sitting at a table.

"Sure looks that way Kacey, and with a man. That was a surprise non of us were expecting. He's always been a ladies man when we saw him in galas and events now here he is with what appears to be the so called "missing" neurosurgeon Dr. Stephen Strange." The guy said with an almost painful looking fake smile.

"It would appear that the Doctor didn't actually go anywhere Dave, well, unless you count a billionaire's bedsheets somewhere." Kacey said followed with ooh's from her coworkers.

The showed the picture again and, if this was a different situation, Tony would find the picture cute. Tony had his cheek puffed out and a frown on his face like he was angry. He wasn't angry, the picture was from yesterday, Stephen had bested him in wit and he was just being petty he lost. So he kissed his face because he was apparently cute when grumpy like that. The action made his heart swoon and picture would've done the same, but at the current moment he felt like he was going to pass out. His phone began vibrating like crazy. He looked at it and it was Twitter. He was getting tagged out the ass, a lot of what he could make out was about the picture, of course, and how cute it was. Others were either surprised that Stephen Strange, was indeed, not dead and surprised that Tony had a thing for men. His hands were shaking, he was shaking. What if Stephen saw this? They never really discussed the topic of coming out to the public, it wasn't that he didn't want to tell the whole world he loved this man, it just never came up. What if he gets angry? What if he wants to leave him because of this? Tony couldn't handle that, his heart would shatter.

"Boss?" FRIDAY's voice came in braking Tony from his thoughts.

"Y-Yeah?" He was stuttering. He was a mess.

"Doctor Strange is calling."

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit!

Fuck!

'Calm yourself Tony. Maybe he hasn't seen it yet. He probably had his head burried in a book doing research or something. Yeah, yeah that's it.' Tony thought to himself.

He needed to calm down. If Stephen thought something was wrong or that he was upset he'd drop everything he was doing and rush over. Tony knows he will, he's done it before.

"Okay, FRI. Mute the t.v."

As she did that Tony answered his cell and sure enough it was Stephen.

"Hello sweetheart, honey, the love of my life." He said all a little to fast.

'Smooth. Like sandpaper.'

There was silence on the other end, like Tony accidentally hung on him.

"Hello, Stephen?"

[I]"What did you do?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

[I]"You get excessive with the pet names when you did something."

"I do not."

[I]"Or want something."

"Rude."

He heard Stephen chuckle and it was light and breathy. Cute.

[I]"Anyway, Wong wants to ask you a scientific question and refuses to let me know what it is."

[I]"You wouldn't be able to answer it!"

[I]"Excuse me!?"

[I]"Give me the phone!"

There's some shuffling over the phone before Tony hears someone huff into the phone. Then he hears Wong yell at Stephen to go into a different room and tells him not to use magic to spy on him like last time followed by a unintelligible groan from the other man. After a few more seconds of silence Wong finally spoke.

[I]"Hello Tony."

"Hey Wong, what's up?" He asked trying to sound as much of himself as possible.

[I]"Apparently Stephen's fan base."

Wong said and Tony could hear the amusement in his voice.

"So you've seen it."

[I]"In the press's defense it is a cute picture of you two."

"Thanks Wong." Tony groaned to himself. He needes to sit down, this much strees is not good for his heart or his pressure.

[I]"You don't sound to happy about it. Did you not want to go public?"

"Yes, I mean no, I mean... Yes?" Tony was fumbling with his words and it's embarrassing. Especially since Wong has not shown a ounce of judgement in his voice and is waiting patiently for Tony get himself together.

"Yes, I did, but on our terms. Not abruptly because of some snoopy photographer. I wouldn't care if it wasn't for the fact that it's Stephen. I don't want to drive him away."

[I]"I can assure you that his sudden return to the living in media isn't going to drive him away. He does care for you and he's incredibly stubborn."

Tony know how stubborn he is and it's infuriating at times, only Tony is just as stubborn and the fact that they work the way they do is baffling.

"Thanks Wong." Tony said. He was genuinely greatful for him.

[I]"Don't thank me for stating facts Tony. Thank me for what I'm doing next."

"Wait, what?"

Tony heard a click on the other end and his phone hanging up. Did Wong just hang up on him? Not even a minute later a golden circle formed behind the couch and out came Stephen looking worried.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Wong said it sounded like you were having a panic attack."

"No." I was but not anymore.

Stephen turned and glared at Wong through the portal. Wong's solution to that? Close it. Stephen sighed and shook his head.

"If he wanted to get rid of me he could just said get out." Stephen said in a somewhat annoyed tone.

When he turned to face Tony his eyes looked up and an eyebrow lifted up. Tony was confused until he remembered the t.v. was on. And that he was on a news channel. He completely forgot he had it on mute. Stephen's eyes landed back on him and Tony swore his heart leaped into his throat.

"I can explain." Tony began, figuring he was fucked.

"Okay." Was all he said.

"I was going to tell you, but I just found out and I wasn't sure what to say or how to react or if you'd seen it yourself so I was kinda worried and I'm sorry I should have been more careful I swear I didn't do this on purpose and-"

"Tony calm down, breath." Stephen hands were on Tony's shoulder doing his best to stop his shaking and steady him.

Tony hadn't realized he was saying everything in one breath. Took a deep breath in and let it out, he could feel the tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. Stephen pulled him up against his chest and allowed Tony to bury his face in the fabric. They stood like that for a minute before realizing that it wasn't the most comfortable position. Stephen standing behind the couch and Tony leaning over the back of it made for a very awkward hug. The Cloak, the very helpful artifact it is, lifted Stephen, and essentially Tony as well since he refuse to let go, high enough so that he could get over the couch and sit on the cushion. Stephen pulled Tony into his lap, readjusting the hug so now Tony's face was in his neck, and they sat like that for some time. FRIDAY pausing the t.v. just in case it was distracting. Stephen rubbed smoothing circles in the smaller part of the small man's back. Tony was the first to break the silence.

"I'm sorry." He said, barley audible. If it wasn't for his mouth being so close to his ear Stephen wouldn't have heard it.

"Why are you apologizing?"

"For making you worry. For dragging into my mess. For this." Tony points to the t.v. screen where the damn picture was there.

Tony slumps in Stephen's holds, looking miserably.

"Okay 1. I'm going to worry about you Tony. It can't be helped. 2. You didn't drag me into anything. I have, will continue, to help you clean up your quote unquote "mess" and 3. That" Stephen said, motioning to the screen. "is a reality I accepted when I said I'd date you. It's a given to have your life put out there when dating the great Tony Stark."

"So, you're not mad?" Tony asked looking up from where his head lay on the Sorcerer's shoulder.

"No, of course not. It's going to take a lot, and I do mean a lot, of things to even make me think of leaving you." Stephen finished his sentence with a smile and it made Tony smile.

Maybe he over-thought how Stephen would take it. He's usually level-headed about most things.

"Plus I've already seen it." Stephen added.

"Who told you?"

"No one. I snuck up on Wong while he was watching it. He still has no idea I know."

Tony chuckled at that.

"What surprises me is that apparently people missed me."

"Hm?"

"I wasn't all that famous outside of the medical field. Plus I was an ass-"

"You're still an ass." Tony added in.

"And you love it. The fact that anyone would miss me is a surprise in of itself."

"Well no, not really. You we're talked about when you went missing."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, most were just trying to figure out if you kicked the bucket after accident. If they found out about your magical abilities they'd either shit their pants or call you a complete nut."

"Really? Wanna test that theory?"

Tony lifted his head up off of Stephen's shoulder and gave him a confused look. Stephen moved Tony off his lap and stood up, with a wave of his fingers his sorcerer clothes were changed into a blue long sleeve sweater, black jeans and a red scarf, the Cloak of Levitation he presumes, opens a portal to outside and held his hand out for Tony to take.

"Come one, I'll allow you to parade me around this once."

Tony face lit up with a bright smile. He hopped off the couch with a little bounce. Cute. He takes his lover's hand and they walked through the golden ring. They end up in front of a little coffee and tea shop and sure enough not even 10 seconds after the portal closed paparazzi were taking pictures of them and Stephen simply responded by putting his arm around Tony's waist. Tony leaned into the touch and they both smile. Maybe this won't be so bad after all.