#dude wanted to slam on his breaks and make a left turn from the driving lane instead of the center lane

[tittyinfinity]

I am once again saying that we need public transportation because NO ONE CAN FUCKING DRIVE jfc

[more-cardigan-than-woman]

The Babysitter- Day 2

Summary: You have a nice dream, go to work and continue to drive jason insane.

Words: 3.3k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Slow Burn, masturbating, teasing, fist fight, stealing, swearing, sexy dreams

Day 1

"What the fuck?" you roll over in your sheets, your legs tangling together and your hair a mess from your fitful dream, "who the fuck dreams that shit?" you scold yourself. The dude was all but holding you hostage in your house, but you just can't seem to shake the image of his hand on your mouth while he rails you over your couch.

"Fucking hell," you slam your hands down beside you. With a huff you reach into your side drawer and find your favourite toy.

Your eyes dart to the door, your ears listening for any noise. The apartment is silent, you can’t even hear the fridge running, shit. You need to buy food, like does this guy expect you to feed him? He’s huge. What does he eat? Dinosaur steaks? You picture him at a table, a napkin tucked into that fitted armor, his teeth biting into the flesh of the large piece of meat. Was it meat though? You close your eyes, No. It’s you, he’s got you set out on a large table, an apple stuck between your teeth while syrup drips into your eyes. You squint trying to see him. But Oh no. Your hands are bound. How awful. You slide your toy down your tummy, toying with soft skin as you tease yourself. The anticipation building the lust inside you and between your legs.

You press the button and your ears single in on the soft vibration noise. Crap, is it too loud? Even if he is asleep you don’t want him to wake up and think you’re drilling the lock on the window off. Grabbing a pillow you press it down over you, hoping to muffle the noise. Fuck, it feels like someones on top of you. Like he is. Those weird glowy ass eyes staring down at you. Leaving the pillow in place, you wrap your hand over your neck, pushing down as you think about him trying to force the apple down your throat to keep you quiet. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip to try and keep the sounds in, your legs lock as your hips press up into the toy. Your imagination taking over.

You must think he's asleep, Jason reckons as he presses his ear up to your door. He'd heard a squeal and immediately came running, but as he grows nearer he hears a buzzing. Not strong enough to be any kind of power tool, it's not like a power tool would even work to get that lock off. He stands at your door, his hand running down his bare face. Fuck, he’d gotten so sweaty sleeping in that helmet. His face achy and sore where the little divots pressed into him. He hates to admit that you’re right, but it really is impractical to wear all the time.

A louder vibration noise breaks him from his thoughts, pressing his ear up to the door he can hear your soft breaths, those tiny little moans you were trying so hard to keep quiet but he doubts that has ever been a possibility for you. He hears the sound of his moniker fall from your lips and suddenly he needs to get away. Needs to not be here, fuck. He wants to walk in and show you just how loud he can make talkative little brats. But you need to think the lock works, to feel some kind of safely in your home. So instead he turns to the door on the left and takes a shower.

The warm water drips down his chest, his stomach, pooling in his hand as he fists his cock. His eyes squeezed shut as he tries to imagine you on your sheets, the vibrator rubbing at your insides. Or was it him? His face in your neck while his hand holds you down, his cock buried deep inside while you make those sweet noises in his ear. You ramble, telling him how good he feels, how well his cock fills you up. You run your mouth at him until he sticks his tongue down your throat.

His lip is almost bleeding with how hard he's trying to keep quiet. Fuck if you hear him the way he'd heard you. Surely you'd be mortified that some strange guy is jerking off in your shower with your loofah pressed to his nose as he sniffs at your soap lingering on it.

He cums with a silent roar, his toes bunching up and his fist clenching so hard around his achy cock as his cum plasters across your shower. Shit, he's still hard. He needs to cum again but he can hear your footsteps in the hallway. He closes his eyes, but all he can see is the defiant stare you gave him yesterday, asking him for trouble and trouble is exactly what he wants to give you.

He wonders whether or not to put the helmet on. To reveal his secret identity to you, but his face is still aching from sleeping in the helmet and living in it for a whole week is unrealistic. There's a chance you won't even know Jason Todd, he hasn't been seen with he Wayne's in years and all the pictures of him still in circulation were from when he was a baby faced teenager.

“Dammit,” he mutters, opening the cabinet under the sink in search of a towel. “Who only has one towel?” he shakes his head, pulling the yellow towel from the back of the door and wrapping it around his waist. “Might as well reveal all of me.” he shrugs, “Maybe I can shock her into silence.”

Xx

You've got the you're first cup of coffee in your hand when some fucking stranger walks out from your bathroom. Grabbing a knife from the block you yeet it at him, only just missing as he leans to the left. Sure, the guy is hot. All scars, cheekbones and wet dark curls, but how'd he get in? You're sure Red would've noticed this beefcake sneak in through his swish locks.

"You favor your right side, we'll need to work on that too," the man says, walking over to you and pouring himself a cup of coffee and leaning against the counter.

"Can I help you?"

"Decided to forgo the helmet. "

"What, so you're the Red hood?"

"I am."

"I thought you'd be more…"

"Ugly? Misshapen?" he pauses, rubbing at his chin, "Red?" He fills in while you try to think of the right word.

"Recognizable? Scary looking definitely."

"Am I not?' He leans over you, his teeth bared and his hands closing you into the cabinet.

"Not really," you duck under his arm, "you look like a pretty boy."

"You think I'm pretty?" His eyes glance up and down your body, taking in the night shirt and fuck! You forgot to put on pants.

"No. Not what I meant, I think you're annoying and mean."

"Well today I'm going to be more annoying and mean because I need more clothes."

"Did you only bring your silly little outfit with you?"

"I did."

Dumb and pretty. You think to yourself, "I have things to do today. So why don't you go do your clothes thing and I'll meet you back here."

"No."

"What do ya mean no?"

"No. I will escort you."

"Oh fuck off. I'll be fine."

"Stop swearing at me." He threatens, taking a step towards you.

"Or what? Fucker."

"Or I will make you."

"Good luck with that," you turn towards the bathroom, "I'm going to have a shower," shutting the door behind you and turning on the water, noticing your loofah not where you left it. Did he clean himself with your sponge? Why was that hot? "Fucking cunt," you whisper as you step into the water and you think you hear a laugh from behind the door.

"So where are we going?" You ask as you walk down main street, "is this your house? Do you have a lair? Harley And Ivy don't, which I think is lame. Do you have a roommate? I always wanted a roommate but apparently I'm annoying to live with. Is it a castle? No. Castles aren't real, they're made up. What about like an abandoned train station, that'd be cool or maybe a big black box. Which I guess would stand out. Maybe something chic like an upscale apartment. I'm sure stealing from the mob would make you loads of money. Do you have a lot of money? Is that rude to ask?"

"My base. Castles are real, though I don't think there is any in Gotham. Yes, I have a roommate. No I don't think he'll be home." He stops, "this is us." He says, pointing at the dingy looking warehouse.

"Is it boobie trapped?" you inspect the door, "You got those fancy locks on these doors?"

"No boobie traps, just a boring alarm."

"Oh," you say sadly and he almost laughs at how disappointed you look.

"Arsenal, you here?" The Red hood calls out, and it dawns on you that you don't even know his name. Maybe you could make one up for him? What about Rex? or Maybe Rock?

"Arsenal? That archer guy? You guys are friends?"

"We are. Told you he wouldn't be here, just wait here and don't touch anything while I run upstairs and grab some clothes."

You hear the door upstairs click behind him and immediately gravitate towards the table that's covered in weapons. Some you recognise and some you don't. But when your eyes lock onto the red glock and they turn to hearts. It's so pretty, what business have they got having such a pretty gun? You should have it. It would look so nice in your collection, something to remember him by you reason as you tuck it under your shirt and flip your jacket over it.

Now, you look around the room. Something with this guys name on it. You make your way over to a desk full of papers, but can't seem to find anything with a name on it. Your halfway through a set of blueprints when you hear him call from upstairs.

"All set," he says as he descends the stairs, "where did you need to go?"

"Work and if we don't hurry I'm going to be late."

"Lead the way,"

Xx.

"You work here?' Jason says taking in the smell and ambiance of the shelter. The large wooden building seeming more like an abandoned rec centre, than appropriate housing and services for the low sides unhoused people, a place he often visited when he was young.

"Sure do, community service counts as work right? And unless you wanna help I suggest you get lost for 6 hours."

"What do you need me to do?"

"I'm not the boss, ask Patsy," your eyes scan the room, "that's her there. The tall, older lady in the blue."

"Shit." Patsy might recognise him, he thinks, sure it's been a long, long time since he's been here, but she always did have a thing for faces. He was lucky you didn't recognise him, "on second thought I have some stuff to do, why don't I come back and get you at 5?"

"Finally he leaves," you mutter.

"Behave, I'll know if you don't." He threatens, "do not leave without me." You should be reasonably safe here, even from yourself, Jason thinks, he's known Patsy a long time and knows that she runs a tight ship. Plus he'll be gone maybe an hour while he picks up some groceries and dumps them in your apartment then he'll be back to wait outside for you to finish.

"Yes sir, Mr Red Hood," You salute him while rolling your eyes.

"And I'm taking this with me," he reaches around you, his chest brushing against yours and you let out a huff of air that fans right down his neck.

"Weird, how'd that get there?" You joke, but he just keeps staring down at you.

"Don't steal from me again," he warns before turning and leaving you to your work.

The day goes by without incident. You manage to sneak some candy bars into Basil's jacket without him noticing and nearly $100 into Jasmine's backpack. You know they'd never take it from you but finding it? That would be a nice treat for them.

It's around 4:30 when Boomer bursts through the doors, "Always just in time for the last meal of the day," you say as he approaches you.

"G'day petal, what's a pretty flower like you still doing in a place like this?"

"Waiting for the riff raff to show up."

"Classic, got any tucker for me?"

"Here you go, your favourite. Casserole and bread."

"Cheers, pets. Wanna sit with me?"

"I have other people to serve boomer."

"These folks got it handled, come on. Bet ya haven't had a smoko yet."

"OK then, ladies, I'm taking lunch." You unwrap your apron and hand it to Betty who's just been hovering behind you, "take over for me will you."

"What ya been up to pets? Notice the chooks aren't hovering today."

"They went on their honeymoon, which like... It's about time, they've been married what? Two months now? Seems a bit long if you ask me, but you know. They don't like leaving me. Afraid I'll get into trouble or some shit."

"Trouble? You? Nah, can't see it." He says sarcastically, as if you didn't meet while you were both trying to rob the same house albeit for different reasons. "What 'cha up to tonight? Reckon I could find some trouble for us to get inta." His hand creeps from the table and down onto your thigh, "pretty girl like you, bet ya the best kinda trouble."

"Hmm," you hum, sliding your hand under his jacket, appearing to feel at his chest while the back of your hand searches for its target, "I don't know what you mean," you tease, while you move your other hand to his face, keeping his eyes on you, "I wouldn't know trouble of it slapped me in the face," your eyes dart strategically from his eyes to his lips when you feel the boomerang in his coat pocket.

"I can arrange that, pets." He leans forward to kiss you, as your hand creeps closer to the weapon.

"Oil! Let me go!" He shouts, suddenly being pulled back. You lean back huffing, shit you almost had it. One more second and you would've. You glance up at boomers assailant only to be met with the glower of the Red Hood's uncovered face, "who this then?" boomer asks you trying to shake the man off.

"Oh, just a friend," you smile up at him but glaring daggers at the man who has Boomer by the neck.

"Time to go." The Red Hood growls at you throwing Boomer to the side.

"I was talking to my friend."

"Don't care. Get up." He grabs you by the wrist, "walk out of here quietly or I will make a scene." he whispers threateningly in your ear.

"You wouldn't."

"Try me."

"Oi, we was having a nice talk." Boomer shouts, brushing dust from his jacket.

"Stay away from her," the Red hood glares at boomer and he laughs in return.

"Little bitch ain't worth the trouble anyway." Boomer winks at you, thinking he's sly. But the Red Hood see's Boomers smirk, "Always running that pretty mouth."

"Stay." He commands you and you just do it. Intrigued as to what's going to happen next. You squeal when he thumps boomer on the head. Boomer comes back knocking him in the jaw, Red goes low punching Boomer in the stomach before Patsy comes over yelling at them to take it outside. You think you see shock in her face, her eyes darting to you, but it's gone as soon as it comes. "Don't get up." he spits knocking Boomer out cold. His hand snatching yours as he starts to lead you from the shelter and into the street.

"The fuck was that?" You shout as you enter the street pulling away from him, "you can't just beat up on my friends!"

"He wasn't your friend."

"No, but he had something I wanted."

"Walk. We can talk about this inside."

"Oh you think beating up my friends is going to shut me up? Well, you've got another thing coming. I have been working this for weeks and you just come in and what? Think you can boss me around? Tell me how to live? Who and when I can hit on people? Who the fuck do you think you are? I'll tell you. You're just some random thug that my friends hired because, why? Because trouble seems to find me? Because I go looking for it? All I ever wanted was a little life with a roof over my head, but oh no. I had to live in Gotham with all these wackos running around pretending to be bats and clowns and penguins. Look, I get that Harley probably paid you a lot, but just take the goddamn money and leave me the fuck alone. I'll be fine on my own, I don't need you or the two women my own fucking age, pretending to care or lording how much they keep me safe from this shit hole over my head, I just need-"

Smack.

"Did you just fucking slap me? Are you fucki-" his body presses into yours and his hand wraps around your throat. You're surprised you can even get the words out with how much you're head is spinning. You feel the wood of your front door pressing into your back. Shit, you must've been talking for a while you didn't even notice you'd made it home.

"Listen to me, little troublemaker. You are going to do what you're fucking told and if you don't, there will be consequences."

"You going to hit me again?" You stare defiantly into his eyes, your hands pushing into his chest, not moving him an inch, "I'm not scared of you."

"You should be. You should be very scared of me."

"Well I ain't, so either kill me or let me go." you push into him.

'That's not what you should be afraid of." he steps back, unlocking your door, "Now. Go to your room and lock the door."

"Only so I can get away from you."

"Good girl." There it is again. Fuck, you thought you were quivering when he slapped you and pushed you onto the wall. You feel like you're going to melt now. You run into your room slamming the door behind you, your feet falling from under you and you're practically a drooling mess on the floor.

"Why is he so hot when he's mad? What's wrong with me?" you whisper scream into your hands.

Jason falls onto the couch face first, groaning into the stained cushion. "Fuck me." those fucking eyes he thinks, sitting up when he notices his cock straining starts to grind down.

Reaching into his back pocket he pulls the boomerang out and glares at it. That asshole had his hands on you. Sure, you were trying to rob him, but Boomer was trying to take something from you. He's heard the stories of what happened to the women that crossed boomers path and he doesn't want that for you. Doesn't want it for anyone really, but you're the immediate problem.

What did he want for you? He nearly fucked you on that wall, Jesus what is happening to him? He's usually in control of everything but when you glared up at him like that he could barely contain the urge to make you comply. To see those pretty defiant eyes roll back and glaze over for him. To see that spark in your eyes die when he slaps you again. To see your pretty little mouth swallow him and- "What are you doing?" He asks not looking back but feeling you watch him over his shoulder. "I told you to go to your room."

"I just wanted some water, calm down macho man." you blow a raspberry at him, "No need to get your knickers in a twist."

"Takes more than that to twist my-" he turns over the back of the couch to see you standing at the sink in your robe. Fuck, are you wearing anything under it? It sure doesn't look like it. What he wouldn't give to have Clark's eyes in this instant.

"Cat got ya tongue?" Your smile like evil incarnate, tiling your neck back as you drink down the water, some of it spilling down the side of your lips and falling into your breast.

"What are you doing?" He asks not sure if he can move from his spot with his dick this hard.

"Having a drink,"

"You do not want to play this game with me."

"Why coz I'll win?"

"Sure, because you'll win and you won't like the prize."

"Whatever that means," you mutter, filling up your glass and heading back into your room. "Asshole, what does that even mean? You won't like the prize? What is it a rattlesnake?" Laying back you try to get out of your jeans, surely you hadn't seen him palming at his jeans when you walked into the room. You try to forget how good it felt with his hand on your throat, "Fuck, he was hot with his angry glare staring down right into the depths of my eyes. God, I almost begged him to spit in my mouth and fuck me rift then and there. But then he literally rushed me inside and sent me away. What was that? And he didn't even notice the robe. Fuckin weirdo." Shit are you talking out loud again? Fuck. Hopefully he's in bed already and didn't hear you.

Day 3

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[t0xicityz]

Jealous, jealous boy<3

PAIRING: racer!Jeon Wonwoo x Fem!reader

SUMMARY: Wonwoo was just finishing off a race he just won so when he went to look for you he saw you and some guy flirting but a smug look appeared on his face as he walked away. “Two can play that game baby”

A/N: I just had too it was stuck on my mind and I wanted to share it with you lovely people<3🤭

GENRE: slight suggestive, nsfw kinda? MDNI PLEASE😭

“Good wonwoo you got this! You’re nearly there!”

Seokmin started shouting when he saw wonwoo in front nearly at the finish line along with the crowd everyone was cheering for him along with you but stopped when someone pulled you aside.

Wonwoo had just finished the race and did a victory lap before stopping right in front of his team. “Great job wonwoo you did great out there!” Dino said with the others agreeing, wonwoo gave them a thankful smile before looking around in the crowd. “If you’re looking for ___ I think I saw her at the back of the bleachers” wonwoo was confused but nodded a way and left to tell you about the news.

Wonwoo made his way behind the bleachers with a proud smile but slowly disappeared after seeing what was in front of him, he scoffed when he saw you laughing at something that probably wasn’t even funny but what really pissed him off was that you actually let him kiss your cheek.

He stood there for a moment processing what just happened before an idea popped inside his head, a smug look started to appear on his face as he turned around and walked away.

When you and that guy were done talking you saw wonwoo walk away while you started smiling like a brat that you are. You made your way to the team and greeted them before looking around for wonwoo only to see him surrounded by girls complimenting and flirting with him, you huffed as you you made your way to him and when you did make your way there you lightly pushed the girl off his chest. “Wonwoo I wanna go home now.” You were frustrated that he just shrugged it off then winking at a girl before jumping in his car.

“what the hell was that?!” You started yelling when you were away from those people, but wonwoo rolled his eyes and just kept driving while you started yelling again. “Why did you let those girls touch you?! Are you that desperate?! ” That’s when wonwoo literally slammed his foot on the breaks. “What the fuck did you just say.?” Wonwoo was glaring at you when you went silent you tried to say something but you were to stunned by wonwoo’s outburst.

“What about you huh baby? What about that dude that was literally eye-fucking you while you stood there like a damn whore? Did you like the attention is that it?” You could feel yourself getting soaked down there as he kept calling you those filthy names.

You were so zone out but yelped when you felt your seat go back and what really shook you was wonwoo climbing on top of you as he started roaming his hands all over your thighs maybe even higher. You were so overwhelmed by the kissing and the gentle touching but that soon faded when wonwoo quickly got off of you and sat back in his seat. “Let’s go home baby I’m kinda tired actually.” He gave you a smug smile as he pulled your seat back up then gave you a peck on the cheek.

You were so shook you were quiet the whole ride but when you got back you realised how turned on you were so you stormed out of the car as you made your way to the bedroom then locked it without waiting for wonwoo. When wonwoo saw that the bedroom door was closed he sighed before making his way over but froze when he heard vibrating sounds along with the little sounds you were making, he got mad and started banging on the door. “Open the fucking door ___! Or I’ll fucking break it you slut!” But you weren’t listening and turned up the vibrator.

Wonwoo was so furious he actually broke the door handle with his own bare hands and when he did he slammed the door open making his way over to you as he threw the vibrator away from you, he roughly grabbed your chin as he pulled it close to his face so close that you actually might be kissing.

“Did I say you can fucking touch what’s mine?! No I didn’t so why the fuck are you touching what’s not yours!” He started ripping your clothes off as he furiously marked you all around your body.

“I’m going to show you that this body belongs to me, you hear me you slut.”

And for 8 hours straight that’s what he did and boy did it really show because when you woke up around 11pm you got up and went to the bathroom to wash yourself, you took a Quick Look in the mirror and saw literally your whole body was fucking marked top to bottom, your thighs, torso, breast even your back to your neck was marked.

You were still trying to figure out how to cover all of this but felt yourself stiffened when you heard laughing from downstairs and no not one person but a whole damn party, you quickly did your routine before grabbing one of wonwoo’s hoodies then his sweats after that you went downstairs only to see the whole damn team here.

“Oh hey ___! We were just making lunch! Wonwoo told us how tired you were so we didn’t wanna wake you up must of stayed up working like you always do!” Seokmin innocently smiled at you making you actually feel a little guilty while you nodded.

“Yea she did isn’t that right baby? My princess working so hard might just give you a reward for that.” Wonwoo said as he made his way over to you wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him.

“Ok you two love birds lunch is nearly ready so take a seat and wait for the food” cheollie said as he and mingyu were Making you assumed ramen, you were excited because you heard that mingyu made the best ramen out of all of them. You were looking at how delicious the ramen looked that you didn’t see wonwoo eyeing before scooting closer, all of a sudden you felt a hand on your thigh so your head snapped to the person right next to you and saw wonwoo laughing like he doesn’t have his damn hand on your thigh.

And for the whole time you guys were sitting there he teased and played with you, you felt so turned on you might just actually cum right on the spot but when everyone left you were gonna go to your room and sleep because you felt so tired of the teasing.

“I hope you don’t think we are done baby.. last night was just a warm up we got to keep going until you are literally so dumb you start clinging on to me like an obsessed slut you are baby.”

[bluesfortheredj]

Don’t let go.

A/N: this turned out longer than expected... whoops. Mentions of broken bones ahead.

“Hey Eddie, I’m not feeling so great,” you whisper, tugging on the sleeve of his leather jacket.

He tilts his head to look at you sitting beside him at the lunch table and notices the colour draining from your face, “you don’t look great,” he grimaces, reaching out to press the back of his hand against your forehead, “jeez, you’re hot!”

“I think I’m gonna go home,” you mumble, zipping up your rucksack and slinging it over your shoulder.

“I’ll take you,” Eddie offers, packing his lunch away.

“No, no, I’ll be fine. See you tomorrow hopefully. Bye everyone,” you give a wave to the others sitting at the table and head out of the school and along the road towards your end of Hawkins.

The path came and went along this side of the school, so at times you’d have a safe space to walk along, and others you were painfully aware that you were on a very narrow grass verge that had a steep vertical drop one side and a busy main road the other. You should have taken up Eddie’s offer of dropping you home, but you didn’t want him to see you looking like shit for too long in case it completely ruined your already slim chance of him actually liking you as more than a friend.

Your thoughts wander from Eddie to how ill you feel before doubling back to Eddie again, and you find yourself losing your balance a little as you teeter on the edge of this particularly narrow piece of grass. At first you think it’s the heat affecting you on this unusually warm day, but soon you realise it’s because your brain feels as though it is spinning around inside your head, and before you can stop to sit down you’re on your way down the steep verge that leads to a dry river bed. By the time you hit the hard soil you’ve already passed out, luckily missing out on feeling your body scrape and tumble over rocks and branches which leads to you landing right on top of your left arm at completely the wrong angle.

Unfortunately for you there were no cars passing at the time, but your abandoned rucksack luckily makes for a sign that you were once at this spot, and Dustin and Mike are the first ones to come across it after school.

“What the hell?” Mike frowns, picking up the bag and inspecting it to make sure it’s yours.

“It’s hers?”

“Yep.”

“She couldn’t have dropped it without knowing, surely?” Dustin asks.

“Definitely not, this thing is heavy.”

The two of them suddenly look at one another in horror as they realise where you could have gone, and they peek their heads over the verge slowly with their eyes half closed, hoping they wouldn’t see your body down there.

“Shit!”

“Fuck!”

“What are we gonna do?!” Dustin panics as they spot your jacket.

“Uh… one of us needs to get down there to see if she’s okay… and the other needs to flag down someone for help,” Mike states as his breathing quickens, “I’ll go down, you get help.”

Dustin immediately runs out into the road and straight into the path of Eddie’s van, with him having to slam his foot down on the break and hope that the pads hadn’t worn down too much that he’d hit him.

“What the fuck dude?!” Eddie yells, “you could have got yourself killed!”

“(Y/N)! It’s (Y/N)! She’s down there,” he screeches, pointing to the side of the road.

“What?” Eddie asks as his blood runs cold, “what do you mean?”

“We found her backpack as we were walking home, and… she’s down there… must have fallen or something, I dunno. Mike’s climbed down to see if she’s okay.”

“...and is she okay?”

“I don’t know,” Dustin replies in distress, “I don’t know.”

“Okay,” Eddie takes a deep inhale then a long exhale, and slowly walks over to the edge to peer down and see Mike squatting down next to you, “Mike… what are we saying, is she okay?”

“She has a pulse,” he calls out, “but she’s not awake, and she’s definitely broken her arm.”

“Shit!” Eddie yells, stomping the ground, “I’m going to phone for help,” he turns back to Dustin, “you, stay here. I’m gonna drive back to school and use the phone for an ambulance okay? I’ll be right back.”

Dustin nods, trying not to panic about this whole situation as Mike looks up at him with a grimace, and he hears Eddie’s tyres screech away as quickly as they can. He’s back within a few minutes and starts pacing around in circles as soon as he jumps out, his eyes darting from one end of the road to the other as he desperately searches for any sign of an ambulance.

“It’s here,” Dustin says, seeing the flashing lights approaching in the distance, “oh thank god it’s here.”

Mike climbs up out of the ditch as soon as the paramedics get to you, then all three of them stand by and watch carefully as they transfer you to a stretcher and ease you up the hill to the waiting vehicle.

“Is she awake?” Eddie asks nervously while they secure you inside the back.

“Not yet, she’s suffered a head trauma and has a few broken bones, but we’ll take good care of her. Is anyone coming?” one of the paramedics asks.

“We are,” Mike and Dustin answer in unison.

“I’ll follow in the van,” Eddie mumbles.

It’s only a short journey to the hospital but as soon as Eddie parks up he finds himself completely unable to leave the vehicle. He can only rest his elbows on the steering wheel, drop his head into his hands and begin to sob at the thought of you laying there for hours on your own, your poor body surely being in so much pain. It’s a torturous thought, one that almost makes him physically sick, and he has to open his door to retch just as Dustin appears.

“Eddie! Are you okay?” he worries.

“Fine,” he coughs, “fine… is she…?” he can’t even finish the question without choking back tears.

“They’re giving her fluids, painkillers, and oxygen; she should come around soon they said. They are gonna fix her arm while she’s out, put it in a cast… they think she might have broken a couple of ribs too, but they’ll x-ray to see.”

Eddie nods as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, “I shoulda taken her home.”

“You weren’t to know this was going to happen,” Dustin was always the voice of reason, “now come on, Mike’s gotta head off and we don’t want her to be on her own, do we?”

“Nah,” he exhales, “we don’t.”

Eddie jumps out of the vehicle and shuts the door behind him, then locks it up before following Dustin inside the hospital to the emergency room where you were currently stationed. Mike gets up and gives Eddie a hug before saying his goodbyes, then it’s just the three of you behind the curtain until you’re wheeled away down to x-ray.

“Follow me please gentlemen, we’ll be admitting her so I’ll show you to the room they’ll be bringing her back to,” a nurse smiles, leading Eddie and Dustin down the corridor and into a small but airy room.

They sit in silence as they await your return, and when you’re wheeled in on the bed, Eddie begins to pace nervously.

“How… how is she?” he asks as the nurses fuss around you, hooking you up to a drip and place an oxygen tube by your nostrils.

“She’s been in the wars,” the nurse says with a sympathetic expression, “she’s got a broken arm and two fractured ribs, so will be in quite a bit of pain when she wakes, but overall she’ll be okay.”

Eddie nods silently.

“She’ll definitely appreciate a friendly face when she comes round.”

He gives the nurse a quick smile before going back to worrying, then she leaves him and Dustin to it, shutting the door gently on the way out. The two of them stay in silence as Eddie paces the room nervously, then he sits down for a total of thirty seconds before returning to his anxious walk in the same tiny circle until he makes the decision to lean on your bed and keep watch over you. His knuckles eventually turn white from how hard he is gripping the end of your bed, and he couldn’t remember the last time he blinked, not wanting to take his eyes off of you for even half of a second.

“Go get something to eat,” Dustin suggests, looking over at his concerned friend.

“I’m fine. You go.”

“I literally just heard your stomach growling, I think you should go.”

“Nah, I’m not hungry.”

“Eddie, will you please look after yourself as well?”

“I’m not the one who needs looking after,” he sighs sadly, gesturing to you laying there with tubes and wires coming out of your body all over, “(Y/N) is, and I can’t leave her.”

“She’ll be fine, I’ll sit with her while-”

“Dustin, you don’t understand,” he snaps, immediately regretting losing his temper and lowering his voice, “I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something happened to her… I… it’s…”

“You love her, right?”

Eddie nods slowly, then pushes himself off of the end of the bed and walks around to sit in the chair next to you instead. He cups your hand gently, lifting it in his as if he were handling a precious stone that would surely break if dropped, “I love her so much and I’ve been a complete idiot to wait this long to say something. It could be too late, and-”

“Hey,” Dustin frowns, “it’s not too late. You’ve just gotta wait a little longer to tell her, that’s all.”

Eddie rests his forehead against your hand softly, needing to feel your skin against his to comfort him, then he lifts his head and presses his lips to your knuckles delicately, finally giving you the kiss he’d been yearning to give you for as long as he could remember. His lips pull away slowly, then he returns your hand to the bed carefully, setting it free as though returning the precious gem to it’s box.

“She might not even feel the same anyway,” he shrugs, his fingers now stroking your forearm.

Dustin can’t help but laugh at this thought, “she will. I would literally bet all the money in my piggy bank on it.”

“That’s a bold statement, Henderson.”

“I’m confident,” he grins, “I’m going to get you something to eat and drink and then I’m going to have to go, okay?”

Eddie nods as Dustin disappears to the canteen, and he’s still in the same position when he returns with a sandwich and a bottle of water, “look. After. Yourself,” Dustin reminds him with a poke after each word.

“Thanks man.”

They hug before Dustin leaves, and all of sudden Eddie is on his own, watching your chest rise and fall quietly as he prays you wake soon. He looks down at the sandwich in his lap and forces himself to take a bite, but one mouthful is all he can manage and he soon puts it to one side as he sips on his water. Minutes turn in to hours as his gaze stays fixated on you then eventually you suddenly come to life again with a dry splutter, and Eddie stands so rapidly that the chair flies back and hits the floor with a startling clatter.

“Fucking hell!” you croak, clutching your good hand to your chest as you look over to where the sound came from.

Eddie stands there with his arms by his sides unable to move or say anything as he looks at your weary face, and you furrow your brow in confusion as he flexes his fingers, “are you okay, Eddie?”

“Me?” he scoffs, “I… I’m fine! You’re the one in the hospital bed!”

He picks up the chair then pulls it against the side of the bed so he can sit facing you, and his shaking hands cradle your uninjured hand just as it had done earlier while you were asleep. The sensation of him holding you like this seemed all too familiar, and it brings a warm feeling of comfort through the pain you were experiencing.

“Do you need me to get a nurse? Do you want some water? Are you hungry?” he asks, unable to stop everything in his head from coming out all at once.

“That’s a lot of questions for someone who doesn’t really know what’s going on,” you chuckle, leading to another cough.

Eddie grimaces as he realises he’s jumping ahead of himself, then he strokes the back of your hand with his thumbs and explains everything that’s happened right up until the present moment.

“Dustin and Mike did stay for a bit, but they had to head off,” he adds.

“That’s sweet of them,” you smile, “so you’ve been her for…” you squint up at the clock and count the hours, “five hours and forty two minutes?”

“Uh… yeah…”

“Have you eaten? Have you had a drink?”

“Yeah, yeah, Dustin got me something before he left.”

Your eyes travel to the discarded sandwich with only one bite taken out of it, “a nibble of a sandwich does not count as eating.”

“How could I possibly eat when you…” he cuts himself off with a shake of his head as he feels his emotions overwhelming him.

“I’m okay,” you reassure softly, threading your fingers through his and squeezing his hand.

“Are you though?” he questions with tears in his eyes as he takes in your pale complexion and the broken arm laying in a cast.

“Of course I am, I’ve got you here so why wouldn’t I be?”

He looks from your intertwined hands to your face to see whether you were being genuine or not, then he sits forward and takes a deep breath, “do you mean that?”

“Of course I do.”

“Do you really mean that though?”

“Eddie, when I’m with you I feel like I could take on the world. I know that everything will be okay if you’re next to me,” you admit, acutely aware that you were very close to saying you fancied the pants off him.

He blushes profusely and diverts his gaze down to his lap, “uh… just so that I’m clear about what you’re saying… do you-”

“I’ve totally and utterly fallen for you… yes,” you clarify, thankful that you had the oxygen to inhale after such an admission.

Eddie grins up at you, the laughter lines around his mouth getting gradually deeper the wider his smile got, and the spike it causes in your heart rate makes the machine begin to beep enthusiastically, alerting the attention of the nurses outside. They rush in to see what’s going on and Eddie quickly stands back as they fuss around you, then give you some more pain relief, and once they’ve scurried away he returns to your side.

“Well that was embarrassing,” you groan.

He bites down on his lower lip briefly, “it’s kinda good to know that I can make your heart race as much as mine does when I look at you,” he smiles, taking a seat again.

You lift your hand up to reach out for his chest, then you press your palm right in the middle of his t-shirt to feel his heartbeat which was indeed going at a pace to almost match yours, and just as you go to take your hand away he places his over the top to keep it there, “don’t let go just yet,” he whispers.

Request: I am 110% in love with every single one of your eddie fics so could I please ask that you do one about the reader getting hurt somehow (doesn't have to be upside down related) and eddie just goes crazy with caring for her and like not leaving her side and is terrified of losing her

[landinoandco]

Could I ask for a Max Verstappen request?

Where you get all excited to tell him you’re pregnant and it doesn’t go well. Could you make it super angsty

Of course you can :) here you go, I hope you enjoy! 

Max Verstappen x reader 

Warnings: angst but with fluff at the end

Word count: 2.2 k 

Requests are open...

Baby, the future is ours

At last the summer break had rolled around again, to the relief of the Formula one drivers and crew, they had 3 long weeks ahead of them to fill with whatever they deemed stress-free or relaxing. The subject of activity depending on person to person - most sane folk tended to stick to a holiday to Greece or if you were an adrenaline junkie like Daniel Ricciardo jumping out of planes or BMX biking. You had lost count of the times Max - your boyfriend - had rushed in to tell you about all of the exciting things his best friend had gotten up to as of late. 

You and Max had decided to take a break and travel to a cosy, quiet part of Italy - to escape the press, the stress and most importantly the eagle eye of social media. It would just be you and him for a few weeks before reality brought you back to Milton Keynes in the shape of Christian Horner and his motley crew. 

You and Max had met in 2018 at a gala event Redbull had hosted, Pierre Gasly - being a close friend of yours - had introduced you two and to say the pair of you hit it off instantly was an understatement, whether it was a mixture of the Dutch meets British humour you had no clue but you weren’t one to complain. A few months later and Max had asked you to travel around the world with him - you did so willingly and life had been nearing perfect ever since. Of course you had your ups and downs, where the universe seemed to really test not only your love for one and other but your patience. A few arguments had shown you that both being hot-headed never ended well. 

You were sat out on the balcony, a book in hand and looking out into the Italien countryside. Max had left for a run and to explore the local village, leaving you, your thoughts and your growing baby. You were pregnant - you had taken the test just before flying out, this meant that Max wasn’t aware. You hadn’t told him yet and you had no clue how you were going to. As it turns out telling your partner you were pregnant was easier said than done - ironically. 

You and Max hadn’t had the baby talk yet - you had but only along the lines of: “one day, when we’re older and married and driving isn’t the main priority anymore.” Those were Max’s words. He wanted to be there for his child, to watch him or her grow, to see every milestone but most importantly to be a good and nurturing father. 

There was part of you that was slightly worried because you just didn’t know how Max would take it - you couldn’t keep it in any longer though. You had to tell him. There was another part of you that was excited - from a very young age you knew you wanted to have a family of your own with the person you loved the most. Call it childish naivety. At this point in time, you were ready to become a mother - well as ready as anyone ever could be. 

Placing your book onto the table, you made your way into the kitchen, grabbed a glass and filled it. Sighing loudly as you leant onto the countertop. 

“That was a loud sigh.” A voice called out from behind you. You recognised it instantly. Whipping your head around, you saw Max standing there, wiping the sweat from his forehead. 

Chuckling, you hit back, “Thank you, Captain Obvious.”

Rolling his eyes, he made his way over to you and wrapped his arms around your middle, placing a sweet, chaste kiss onto the side of your head. Leaning into his warm embrace, you let out another long but content sigh. 

“Seriously, what is it with you and sighing today.” Max uttered, his lips still against the side of your head. 

You went to move forward, out of his welcoming embrace. You knew what you had to do. 

“There’s something I need to tell you.” Instantly the atmosphere changed, you could feel Max stiffen behind you. Maybe the tone you chose to make that comment in was too serious but it was now or never. 

“Haha, which of your friends is pregnant this time.” He quipped jokingly, trying to break the tension. 

Instantly you knew the way the conversation was going to end, a pang of hurt felt in your stomach. You squeezed your eyes shut, catching your lip with your teeth. He stood there with an air of innocence and unknown, concern dancing in his eyes - he went to reach his arm out to you, to offer that encouragement. 

You braved the words that came out of your lips, “Me.” You almost whispered. Time seemed to slow. Max dropped his arm and instantly took a step back. 

“Pardon.” Was the only thing he could force out of his mouth, his throat seemed to close up and his hands went clammy. He definitely heard you the first time but he wanted to make sure it wasn’t a night terror. A bad dream he had failed to wake from. 

“I am, Max,” You said again, your voice wavering. 

“Oh.” He stated, his face drained of colour, his mouth set in a straight line. 

“Is that all you have to say.” You swallowed thickly, your eyes swam with tears. You had a hunch this was how it was going to end but it didn’t stop is from hurting the way it did. You had hoped he would have proved you wrong, to have wrapped his arms around you and to have spun you around. To have laughed. To have cried. To have shown a little more excitement to the fact you were now carrying his child. His first child. 

You moved past him and sat down on one of the wooden chairs, rubbing your hands over your face. He was still stood there. His eyes fixated on the view out of the window. No emotion read in his eyes. It was almost like you had hit the ‘off’ button. He tapped his foot and made a clicking noise with his mouth before turning around to face you - meeting your gaze. 

“How long have you known.” His voice was hoarse.

“A couple of days before we flew out.” You answered him, moving your face back to rest in your hands. 

There was a pause. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner.”

You took a breath, looking him dead in the eye. “Because I knew this was how you were going to react.” You didn’t trust your voice at all, you also didn’t know whether you wanted to scream at him or cry in the corner. 

“Right.” Was all he said. Still stood there like some awkward teenager after a rather large telling off from their mother. 

“Is that all you have to say to me?” You asked him, nostrils flaring. You were allowed to be angry, right? 

“What do you expect me to say.” He rounded on you, his voice raising more than was necessary. Tears had spilled down your cheeks, you didn’t have the energy to fight back. As soon as he realised the effect this was having on you, he went to move forward again, his eyes softening instantly. “I’m sorry - I - I shouldn’t have raised my-”

“Get out, Max.” You stated lowly. By this point, you had stood up, shuddering away from his desperate grasp. He knew he had made a mistake. You knew he regretted it, the moment the words had left his mouth. 

“Get out?” He repeated quietly, his voice cracking, you could see tears glazing his vision. 

“Just - please, go on a walk - come back once you have more to say to me.” You spat.

“But - But I already have more to say-” You cut his rambling off once again. 

“Please. Max.” You insisted, your voice betraying you again. “Go.” You whispered. 

Max stormed out of the door, ensuring to slam it so hard the chandelier on the ceiling swung precariously. You sank back into your chair and let out a loud sob, unable to hold it in any longer. 

Max was mad. Not at you, that would be unfair. He was mad at himself. At the world. At everything actually because at this point why the hell not. You were pregnant - don’t get him wrong, he was over the moon. He was going to be a dad. 

It was too soon. 

He still had his full F1 career ahead of him. A promising and long F1 career as a matter of fact. He wanted a baby to be his main priority and he wanted to share those one in a lifetime moments with you. He knew there was no point in being mad, it wasn’t like they were in a position where they couldn’t have a child. They had plenty of things to offer, a nurturing home with parents who were head over heels in love with each other and a large family - blood and not - who would be willing to support and love the child as if it was their own. Max really was in love with you. He knew it would be you to mother his children in the end, he just didn’t think it would be now. 

He reached for his phone, went into his contacts and pressed on the number that read the name: “D.R new phone.” Whilst it wasn’t adventurous like many thought it would be, it saved the confusion from calling a number that no longer existed. 

Daniel picked up on the second ring. “Hey dude, how’s it going?” 

“Not good at all, Dan, not good at all.” Max admitted, his voice wavering once again. He explained the events that had happened a mere 5 minutes ago, the way he reacted and the way he left you. Hurt and alone.

“I’m not going to lie to you, mate, you’ve fucked up big time.” Dan spoke after what felt like a loud silence. After all, Daniel knew you just as well as he knew Max. 

“I know. I know I have, do you think I’ve been selfish?” He asked, his tone full of raw emotion. 

“Yes.” Dan stated simply, “I think you have been, especially since she even told you this is how she thought you would react. How much stress do you think she had been putting on herself? Come one, I’ve taught you to be better than this.” Daniel paused, Max could almost hear him place his thumb and ring finger onto the bridge of his nose. “You know, just as well as I know, she knows it isn’t the best time. Her becoming pregnant is very much a two person job, I think it’s time that you go back to her and have a conversation like the adult I know you are.” 

In that moment, Max was so grateful to have someone like Dan just a call away. “Thank you, Dan. Really. I don’t know what I would do without you.” 

“Alright Mr Father-to-be, don’t be going all soppy on me now.” Daniel joked, returning back to his normal teasing. That was the best thing about Daniel, he was quite useful when you needed him to be. 

“You can count yourself on being the godfather after that.” Max added, a large beaming smile plastered onto his face. 

He heard Dan let out a loud laugh, “Go on, leave me be. Good luck, mate, let me know how it goes and when the time is right tell her I say congrats.” 

“Of course, mate. Thank you, again.” Max muttered, looking back in the direction of the villa. After he hung up, he stuffed his hands into his pockets and ambled slowly - working out exactly what he was going to say to you. 

Once he had opened the door, he called out to you. “Babe?” He heard a sniffle in response. You were still slumped on the chair in the kitchen, shooting daggers at the cupboard opposite. 

Max sat opposite you, reaching out for your hand. Grudgingly you let him take it, you blinked and he took a deep breath before a large, beaming smile crept onto his face.

“We’re going to be parents.” He rubbed the back of your hand, speaking tentatively. You nodded, your lower lip trembled. Max stood up, still keeping a hold of your hand as he gave it a slight tug, indicating that you should stand up. You made your way into his embrace, his arms wrapping securely around you, tucking your face into the crook of your neck as he rocked gently side to side, burying his face into your hair. He then moved his hands to cradle your face, wiping the stray tears away before peppering your face with feather light kisses. 

“We’re going to be parents.” He repeated, a little louder and to this you let out another sob, laughing as he picked you up and spun you around. 

“I’m sorry. I was being selfish.” He said, as he wrapped you back up into his arms. You smiled into his chest. In that moment, you couldn’t be happier. It was like all of your childhood dreams had come true. In that kitchen stood your new family, mismatched and sometimes a little bit broken but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[gamerwoo]

hansol: the lovers playlist

characters: hansol x female reader

genre/warnings: idol au, strangers to friends, fluff, just 2 bros bein homies

word count: 647

summary: so we’re taking the long way home; ‘cause i don’t wanna be wasting my time alone; i wanna get lost and drive forever with you; talk about nothing, yeah, whatever, baby; so we’re taking the long way home tonight.

previous song | next song | back to playlist

_____🤙: are you busy?

How did you become friends with someone like Hansol? How, in the last few months, did you go from just filming a couple collab projects with Seventeen for promotional reasons for your group to you and him actually going out of your way to hang out and text each other? It was something that you couldn’t wrap your head around, yet seemed so…simple and easy to understand. Hansol was still ‘Vernon from Seventeen’ but he was also just…Hansol. You saw him as the idol you’d been a fan of for years, but also a close friend.

Hansol👽: nah, what’s up?

_____🤙: wanna go for a drive?

Hansol👽: where?

_____🤙: just a drive

Hansol👽: hell yea i’m in

That was how you ended up in your car with Hansol at 11pm. The roads were mostly empty and everything was illuminated by either your headlights or streetlights. It had also just rained which made the atmosphere that much better. Everything seemed so chill; so cliché teen movie but one of those movie scenes that everyone wanted to recreate. There was lax music playing softly while you and Hansol talked about everything and nothing.

“You’re not gonna get your keys taken away for being out this late, are you?” you joked.

“That was so long ago, dude,” he scoffed. “Nah, we don’t have anything going on tomorrow. I’m the good kid, I don’t leave when I’m not supposed to.”

“Ah, you’re a goody-two-shoes,” you nodded with a teasing smirk as you turned on your blinker.

“Ooh, didn’t realize we had a badass in the car,” he said sarcastically. “What’s the worst thing you’ve even done, _____? You wouldn’t even take any of the food Mingyu made when you were over the other week.”

“There wasn’t a lot left.”

“He told you to eat the rest if you got hungry!”

“Yeah, well…” you shrugged, trying to keep your cheeks from heating up. “Look, I wanna be considerate. Maybe he was gonna get hungry later.”

“I think Mingyu likes you,” he blurted.

You almost slammed on the break to turn. Your eyes widened and you glanced at Hansol who had a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

“Dude, what the fuck?” you demanded. “Where’d you get that idea from?”

Hansol shrugged, “He just seems like, I dunno, like he likes you.”

“Wow, great evidence, buddy,” you told him sarcastically.

He laughed, “I don’t know! He’s just different.”

“I’ve hardly spoken to him. He just makes small talk with me when I come over.”

“Alright, I’m just fuckin’ with you,” he finally admitted. “I’m still trying to find out who your favorite is. Was hoping you might admit to a crush if I mentioned one of them liking you.”

“You ass!” you laughed as you hit him with your elbow, making him giggle.

“Would you believe me if I said Seokmin thinks you’re pretty?” he pressed with his wide gummy smile, clearly still just trying to mess with you. “Or are you more of a Soonyoung girl?”

“You could guess right and I’d still tell you that you’re wrong,” you admitted as you drove down a strip of road that was mildly windy and framed by trees on either side.

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, and you suddenly became incredibly aware of the song playing lowly in the car.

‘And you know I’d never let you down. Till the sun comes up we can own this town. Something like make believe. Living in a movie scene. You know this is the way it’s supposed to be…’

It was like the perfect song for a drive like this. And judging from the way Hansol slid a little lower in his seat, put a foot up against the dashboard, and quietly hummed the song to himself as he watched the trees go by, he seemed to agree.

[tootiredmotel]

a different lover is not a sin

or: 5 times Dean didn't go to Pride + 1 time he did

Happy @starrynightdeancas gift exchange posting day!!! This one's for the wonderful and talented @andzia267 !!! Sending you all the hugs and good vibes, and I hope you enjoy it! And thank you Sophie for hosting all this, you're a rock star! <3

Read on ao3 or below / 5.5k words

CW: homophobia, queer used as a slur, john winchester being an asshole

1 - 1994

Dean was fifteen years old when he found out that being gay was something people could be proud of. It was early in the morning, they'd left their motel about 20 minutes before, and Sammy had fallen asleep in the backseat. The sun was just starting to completely show over the horizon, and they were driving through– or rather, struggling to get out of– Phoenix on their way to a possible poltergeist in Tucson. Every street they tried to take was blocked for the big event, and dozens of people already lined the sidewalks with colorful outfits and signs.

"Fuckin' queers," John grumbled in the seat next to him. "Never should'a thrown that damn brick."

Big banners overhead displayed "Stonewall 25: A Global Celebration of Pride". Dean made a mental note to hit up a library once they got to Tucson to look that up, "Stonewall". In the meantime, he was mesmerized staring out the window. Guys held hands, women kissed, everyone was practically vibrating with excitement. A black man in heels and a wig caught his gaze through the window and waved. Dean started to wave back, but his hand was harshly swatted back down.

"Do not," John said. "Don’t talk to them, don’t even look at ‘em. These people are sick in the head."

Dean focused his gaze on his lap until they were out of the city, and his mind wandered back to the gas station they stopped at the day before. He thought of the guy at the cash register that called him "cutie" and winked at him as he bought a candy bar for Sammy and beers for Dad with his fake ID. By Dad’s logic– which Dean trusted, of course–, that cashier, that queer, must've been sick in the head.

Then Dean remembered how his heart sped up, how his ears got hot, and how for a second he let himself think the cashier was kinda cute too. He realized he must also be sick in the head, and the thought was making him feel actually, physically sick. He felt like throwing up. Dad could never know.

Dean was fifteen years old when he learned that being gay actually wasn't something to be proud of.

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2 - 2000

Dean was 21 years old when he learned the word “bisexual”. Dad had caught word of a ghoul case in lower Manhattan and sent Dean to take care of it. It was starting to get too hot and the streets were too crowded, but Dean was mostly glad to get a break from the constant fighting between Dad and Sammy.

Except it was June, and every time he turned a corner, there they were. The Pride parade flyers.

The second he spotted a rainbow he averted his gaze. He turned another corner and spotted another one. He avoided reading them at all costs. He heard Dad’s voice. Sick. Sick in the head.

For years now Dean had pretended he wasn’t sick. He pretended to not stare at Patrick Swayze too much whenever Dirty Dancing played on TV. He pretended like he didn't imagine what it would be like to kiss a guy, what stubble would feel like against his lips if he ever did.

He liked women. He could stick to women. He could live his whole life like that. And that meant he wasn’t totally sick, right? He wasn’t gay -gay if he liked girls.

But then what the hell was he? Would he even belong at one of these Pride things if he wanted to? He was probably a freak of nature. Even sicker than the rest of the bunch.

Curiosity got the best of him. He spared a glance at one of the flyers as he waited to cross the street.

Gays, lesbians, bisexuals, transexuals, ALL WELCOME

“Are you gonna go?” A voice next to him asked. ”It’s next weekend.” He was blond, pale, and a bit shorter than Dean.

“What? No! I don't swing that way,” Dean said, a bit too quickly and with too much bite.

The guy looked him up and down with a frown. “Geez, alright. Just askin’.”

He started to walk away, and Dean spoke up before he could stop himself.

“Hey man, wait.”

The guy stopped walking.

“Sorry, can I ask you something? Assuming you... know about this stuff?”

He seemed exasperated, but he turned anyway, willing to hear Dean out. Dean licked his lips, rubbed at the back of his neck, swallowed nervously. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, asking a stranger on the street about something so personal. At least the chances of meeting this person ever again were close to none.

“What’s bisexual?”

The guy’s features softened a bit. He seemed to understand something about Dean that so far Dean refused to acknowledge.

“It means you’re into more than one gender. And yes, you can do that,” the guy said. He flashed Dean a tight smile and then disappeared into the crowd.

Dean felt his hands go numb and balled them into fists, shoving them in his pockets. He took a deep breath through his nose. The guy said you. You are. You can.

The guy didn’t know what he was talking about. He knew nothing about Dean. He was wrong.

Or maybe he was right.

But he couldn’t be.

Dean couldn’t be… that.

Dean was 21 years old when he decided he wasn’t bisexual. He wasn’t anything. He was also 21 when he solved a case in record time (two days), just so he could book it out of New York before the next weekend arrived.

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3 - 2004

By the time he was 25 years old, Dean knew he was bi. He hated it, he never spoke about it, and he ignored it as much as he could, but he was aware of it. And he knew he was bi because, at 25 years old, he’d already gone through two serious breakups, and they both equally sucked.

The first was Lee. He hunted with Dean and John for about a year, the second half of which Dean and Lee spent sneaking around and hooking up behind John’s back. It was fun, and hot, and exciting, and some of the best hookups he’d had up until that point in his life were with Lee.

But the thing is that it wasn’t just hooking up. They were close, and Dean liked him. A lot. They kissed for the first time after a particularly scary werewolf hunt in which Dean almost died, but John was more preoccupied with the mostly-unharmed victim than his own son. Dean and Lee rode in the backseat, bruised, bloody, and quiet. When John went to walk the victim up to her apartment, Lee reached over and placed a hand on Dean’s back, asking him if he was okay. Dean fell into Lee’s arms, and they kissed as they pulled away from the embrace, soft and comforting. It was Dean’s first kiss with a guy.

Lee was a lot of firsts for Dean over the next few months. But then John almost caught them once, drunk and making out in the Impala.

And then that case in Arizona went wrong, and Lee just couldn’t take it anymore. He packed up, swore off hunting, hugged Dean goodbye, and left him in the dust.

Dean needed to clear his head after that. He could barely look his dad in the eye after that close call, couldn't let him see the sorrow he was feeling. With every interaction, he imagined how John would yell at him, probably try to beat it out of him, if he noticed all he was feeling over Lee. Or worse, John could ignore him, practically disown him like he did Sam.

So he also packed up and left. Went hunting on his own for a while.

It was on one of those hunts that he met Cassie, and she was yet another handful of firsts for Dean over the course of a few months. She was amazing, and he fell hard and fast, but of course that went up in flames too.

Then again, he should've known better than to be honest. Honesty only ever got him in trouble.

He’d just left her back in Ohio and was working at a bar in Indianapolis for a few weeks to make some cash. He’d eventually meet back up with Dad. He just couldn’t right now. Not with Sam gone to college. Not after getting his heart broken twice over within a year.

He was hyper-aware of the end of June approaching. He knew it was coming, Indy had a pretty big celebration, and he made sure to be working all day that day so he wouldn't have to face it.

That was pointless, though. Toward the end of the day, a big group of about ten or twelve people who were clearly coming from the parade stumbled into the bar. One of them was apparently the owner’s little sister and they went there every year after the celebrations. They were loud, and obnoxious, and looked incredibly happy. Their happiness was contagious, and Dean loved serving them. He chatted them up, got to know them a bit, and heard all about the parade, all while staring down anyone at the bar who dared look their way with even the slightest stink eye.

But watching them that happy and comfortable, seeing not one, but two pairs of guys sloppily leaning against each other and sharing the occasional kiss while none of their friends seemed to bat an eye… something in Dean ached. Deeply.

Dean was 25 years old when he realized that a small part of him kind of, sort of, wanted to be part of this community. He couldn’t though. Not if he wanted to be on good terms with Dad. Not if he aimed to be the man Dad wanted him to be.

He left Indianapolis the next day.

---

4 - 2008

Dean was 29 years old and on his own personal highway to hell when he learned his brother went to a Pride parade before he ever did. They were driving through San José, the streets were lined with ads for Silicon Valley Pride, and Sam just casually decided to mention how fun it was the last time he went.

Thankfully they were at a red light, or else Dean probably would’ve slammed the breaks. He twisted to look at Sam head-on, his arm on the back of the seat.

“You what ?” he gawked.

Sam shrugged innocently. “What?”

“You went to one of these Pride things?”

“Yeah, dude.”

Dean’s brain was just trying and failing to load. “Why?” he finally asked.

“Jessica was in the GSA and some friends invited us. It was awesome.”

“She was in the what?”

“The G. S. A.,” Sam answered slowly. “Gay-Straight Alliance.”

“Oh.” Whatever that is, Dean thought. He kept eyeing the flyers. It was tomorrow.

“Green.”

“What?”

“Light’s green. Green means go.”

Dean rolled his eyes. "Shut up."

He kept driving and turned up the radio. Somebody To Love was playing, and as much as he liked Queen, he had to change the station. He tried to picture his little brother (his straight little brother) wearing rainbow face paint and having the time of his life at this thing. How come Sammy got to go when Dean could barely entertain the idea? Dean was the not-straight one. It wasn’t fair.

He channeled his jealousy into gripping the steering wheel.

“You okay, Dean?”

“Yeah.” No. “Yeah, m’fine.”

Dean was 29 years old when he died and went to hell without ever having gone to a Pride parade, knowing that his idiot ( straight! ) little brother already had.

---

5 - 2014

Dean was alive again and 35 years old (75, if you count hell) when he was formally invited to a Pride parade for the first time. It was a couple of days after that whole mess with Cas in Lucifer’s crypt, and he called Charlie. He just wanted to hear her voice, needed to know he was still on good terms with at least one of his best friends.

“So anyway,” Charlie said after a while of recounting what she’d been up to. "How single are you right now? My answer is: miserably."

Dean chuckled. Then he thought of Cas, and the smile disappeared. "Yeah, you and me both, sister."

“Would you mind coming with me to this thing next month? Going alone kinda sucks.”

Dean put the phone on speaker and placed it on the library table as he sat down with a beer. “What’s the thing?”

“Pride.”

Dean was glad no one was around to see him almost choke on his drink.

“You good?”

“Yeah, what was that?”

“Pride parade. Don’t have anyone to go with this year.”

“Why uh… Why? Why me?”

She knows.

“I dunno.”

She knows she knows she knows.

“You’re my friend, Dean. Thought maybe you might be interested. But never mind, I guess.”

And while all the alarms in Dean's head were blaring danger danger danger abort, he also hated to hear Charlie so disappointed.

“Hey, no, listen, Charlie, I… I would. Really. You know I support you, wholeheartedly." And that's obviously the only reason I would want to go. "But with Sam doing these trials, and Cas on the run with the angel tablet–”

“It’s okay Dean, I get it. Talk to you soon?”

“Yeah.”

And she hung up.

Dean knew, at this point, that there was nothing wrong with being queer. It wasn’t anything to be ashamed of, and it sure as hell didn’t mean you were wrong in the head or whatever.

But years of pretending to be a false version of yourself in an effort to please a man who was impossible to please wasn’t exactly an easy habit to break. As much as he wished it didn't, as much as he wished he could just exist, the thought of anyone finding out still made him sick to the stomach.

John’s voice still echoed in his ears. His words still drove Dean’s sense of self-worth and so many of his decisions. He tried to never stare at a good-looking guy for too long. He tried to not get too into it with Benny. He tried to keep his feelings for Cas at bay, tried to keep him at arm's length, tried to keep the fact that he was in love (deeply, stupidly in love) as close to his chest as he could.

Even that night at the crypt choking out the words to get through to Cas, he couldn’t bring himself to say what he meant. I love you, he’d wanted to say, because it was the truth. What came out, however, was I need you. And he did, he needed Cas more than air, but it wasn't quite everything.

It still got his heart split in two.

Was he so far gone over Cas that he couldn’t hide it? Had he been trying so hard and failing just as miserably this whole time? Was his attraction to dudes that obvious? Or did Charlie just have a sixth sense for this kinda thing?

It was probably the last one. He hoped it was.

Cas knew, for sure. Angels knew everything right? They could read minds, feel longing, or whatever. And if none of that ever tipped him off, well, Dean put it all on the line back in that crypt. He told Cas how he felt, told him he needed him, tried putting himself out there, and it got him left. Again. With Dean, it was always leave-or-get-left when it came to love. He was tired of it.

Dean was 35 years old, desperately in love with his best friend, and truly heartbroken for the third time in his life, when his other best friend– an out and proud lesbian– gave him a chance to go to Pride, to break through his shell, to finally embrace himself as he was; but because he was practically living in the closet, he couldn’t seem to find the handle after so many years of purposefully ignoring its existence, and he missed his chance. Besides, what was the point of going to a celebration of love without the love of his life by his side?

---

+1 - 2021

Dean is now 42 years old and the happiest he’s ever been. The love of his life? Cas? Turns out he’s felt the same way all along. They're kind of together now, and slowly but surely they’re working through a decade’s worth of shit.

They’ve been raising a kid together too, along with Sam and Eileen, and that kid is also God. After saving the world and whatnot, Jack decided to bring back some of their friends and family that died over the years: Mary, Kevin, Charlie. Yes, there are two Charlies now, but it’s not as confusing as you’d expect. (One is from another dimension, and the other one is Dean’s little sister. Simple.) Mary’s off hunting most of the time and Kevin’s applying to college.

They’ve got extended family now too, Jody and the girls. OG Charlie is staying with them for now, while she finds her footing. Most of that household is queer. Most of Dean's household is queer as well, actually. Turns out both Jack and Eileen are non-binary, Cas is gay in the broader sense of the word, and Dean…

Dean is bi. And everyone knows now.

Apparently, a lot of people had known for a long time. Sam has known since the siren back in ‘09 (even though Dean stands by the fact that it wasn’t like that, Sammy ), and everyone has slowly picked up on his and Cas’s thing over the years, so there’s that.

He still feels a bit weird about it. About calling Cas his boyfriend, about having the freedom to hold his hand in public, about the fact that they now have goddamn pride flags hung around the bunker. He feels even weirder about the fact that John’s voice in his head is now drowned out by the sounds of his home life, more lively and supportive than he ever expected to have.

He wasn’t expecting any of this, he didn’t think everything would change so fast. But when you spend the better part of your life pushing down such a huge part of you and then finally give yourself an out, a chance to show the people who love you who you really are, everything just... follows.

Love follows. Acceptance follows. Family follows. And he wasn’t really expecting any of it.

He certainly doesn’t expect it when Cas walks into the library after his weekly Thursday evening call with Claire and announces, matter-of-factly and with air quotes, “We’re going to "Pride" this weekend.”

Dean’s stomach drops. It’s the Sioux Falls Pride Parade and Festival, it’s in two days, and they’re leaving tomorrow to spend the night at Jody’s so they can all be there bright and early Saturday morning. Everyone immediately starts bustling about, packing and planning outfits and gathering flags to bring with them.

Dean just goes to his room– his and Cas’s now– to pack a small duffle.

Well, he means to. Instead, he takes out the duffle from the closet, puts it on the bed, and sits next to it for a while. An hour goes by. He thinks back to all those times he had brushes with one of these things and was just never in the right mindset. He’s not even sure he’s in the right mindset now, but he’s going. It’s happening.

“Jack’s all ready to go,” Cas says when he walks in. “We spent about half an hour putting together an outfit for Saturday. He wanted it to be as colorful as possible.”

Dean smiles, but it’s not all there. He looks at the empty duffle next to him.

“Yeah, I might need some help with that myself.”

Cas is in sweats and a hoodie. Yes it’s June, yes it’s hot, but he’s a quasi-angel, and the way he experiences the world Dean will never be able to wrap his head around. He walks over and stands in front of Dean, running a hand through his hair and down the side of his face until he’s cupping Dean’s jaw. Dean takes Cas’s hand and leaves a few kisses on the inside of his wrist, closing his eyes as he does.

Cas regards the empty bag and hums quietly, as if in thought, before walking over to their closet. Dean chases his hand, holding onto it until he’s completely out of reach. Cas starts searching, and Dean’s stomach knots more and more with each clang of the hangers. Cas finally pulls out a flannel from its hanger– purple with hints of blue and pink– and tosses it over. Dean can’t believe he didn’t think of it first.

They continue to pack in comfortable silence before changing and getting into bed. Dean doesn’t flop onto his stomach or cuddle into Cas’s side as he usually does; instead, he lies on his back and stares at the ceiling in a daze.

“Dean?” Cas’s voice snaps him out of it.

Dean turns his head and asks, automatically, “You okay?”

It’s a habit by now, asking each other that question. It’s part of the working-through-a-decade’s-worth-of-shit thing they’re doing. Turns out they share a whole lot of trauma. They share worries and insecurities. They share nightmares sometimes, mostly about the Empty.

“I’m okay,” Cas says, putting his hand on top of Dean’s heart for him to hold, and Dean can breathe a little easier.

“You nervous about this thing?” Dean asks, interlocking their fingers.

“The parade? No, not really.”

And then, because he's been working on communicating how he's feeling out loud or whatever, Dean looks back up at the ceiling and says, "I am. Kinda."

He feels Cas shifting and propping himself up on his elbow, and then he's in Dean's line of sight. Dean's gaze is drawn to him, like all of him has been since the moment they met, and Dean can't believe he just has this now. He has a boyfriend, and it's Cas, and he's looking down at Dean with stars in his eyes and a comforting smile that actually works because it's Cas.

And then Cas is leaning down and softly pressing their lips together, and that's also something Dean can’t believe he gets to do: kiss Cas good morning and good night and at any moment in between, kiss him I'm sorry, kiss him we're going to be okay, kiss him I love you.

"I love you too, Dean," Cas says once they've pulled away, and Dean didn't even realize he'd said it out loud, but it doesn't matter. "And you don't need to be nervous. I'll be there with you."

The thought should be a thousand times more nerve-wracking, not just going to Pride but going to Pride with Cas on his arm. It's not nerve-wracking at all, and he soon drifts off to sleep.

Friday goes by faster than it should. The six-hour drive to Sioux Falls, although packed in a car with five people, goes by in a blink. They stop for provisions before getting to Jody's, filling up on backpacks' worth of snacks.

They get to the house and are met with endless hugs and excitement to match. Patience, Alex, and Jody are already working on dinner for the bunch, while Charlie, Donna, and Kaia are running around prepping for the next day and dragging along a hesitant but nevertheless happy Claire. Dinner is chaotic and loud and there are way too many people at the table, and Dean has to step outside after a while.

He sits on the back porch steps. Claire joins him. She's holding a beer, he's not. He hasn't been drinking for a few months now. They don't talk, but she leans her head on his shoulder and they stay there a while, looking at the stars.

When they go back inside, Claire sits back down in her spot at Cas's left, across the table from Dean, and leans on his shoulder for a while too. It's her way of saying she cares, of saying I missed you without really saying it. Jack sits at Cas's right, talking excitedly with Patience about some tv show or other, and the image fills Dean with such fondness that he reaches over with his foot, presses it to Cas's ankle, and keeps it there for the rest of the night.

Dean, Cas, Jack, Sam, and Eileen spend the night spread out around in the living area while the girls sleep in their respective rooms, and Dean is only slightly less nervous as he falls asleep holding Cas’s hand.

---

The nerves all come flooding back as he’s parking the Impala the next morning.

They’re not able to get even remotely close to Phillips Avenue since the streets are so full. They park the three cars that all twelve of them came in as close as they can and then have to walk for another twenty minutes. From blocks and blocks away, people walk and holler and greet them excitedly, many of them trying to circle this swarm of flanneled individuals that are taking up a whole sidewalk. Granted, Dean and Claire are the only ones in their usual kind of outfit. The rest of the bunch is wearing as many colors as they could compile from their closets, half of them are wearing face paint, and the other half are carrying an assortment of pride flags.

They fit right in.

The walk toward the main avenue of the parade is kind of a blur for Dean. He knows he waved at a few people, some friends of Alex from high school joined the group at some point, and Jack already grabbed a snack from his backpack.

The actual parade is also kind of hazy. Getting out of the house that morning had been probably even more chaotic than the night before, so they’re a bit late and the parade has already been going for a good half hour. On top of that, they accidentally merge into it not quite at the starting point but a bit further down the road, in between a decked-out pickup truck and a group of people with dogs. Music is blaring, the dogs are all barking, a big float rides a few yards in front of them, and hundreds stand on the sidewalks recording on their phones and cheering them along.

Dean’s not sure they’re even supposed to be in the actual parade. Maybe they’re supposed to be on the sidewalks? Is this right? What is happening, what is he even doing here?

He doesn’t notice how heavy he’s breathing until Cas is squeezing his hand and beckoning him to meet his eyes. He does, and the blue in them, as imposing as the Atlantic, drowns out everything else around them. “You’re okay, my love,” Cas says. It’s a fact. As long as Dean is with him, he’s okay.

On his other side, Dean feels someone link their arm around his. It’s Charlie, and she’s beaming at them, her cheeks almost as red as her hair. It brings Dean back to reality, grounds him, but he’s okay now. He’s not alone, and he’s meant to be here.

He’s proud to be here.

The parade leads up to a sloping park, and at the lowest point of it, there’s a stage where Dean assumes someone will MC for the afternoon, or maybe perform. It’s grandiose in its simplicity, kind of like a Greek theater, with everyone settling down on the grass around it, expectantly.

“We’ll be right back,” Dean hears Sam say, and he turns to find they’re all set to spend the afternoon, towels laid and backpacks off (save for his). “Jack wants to go meet the drag queens,” Sam says with just a bit too much glee before he and Jack take off.

“It’s not just Jack,” Eileen smiles and follows.

Cas is already sitting, eating one of the PB&Js he packed as lunches for everyone. Jody and Donna are settling down as well and Charlie’s taking a dozen pictures, but the rest of the girls are all standing. “We’re gonna go check out the vendors,” Claire announces, and they start to take off as well.

“Be careful, please!” Dean calls after them, but they pay him no mind. He turns to Charlie. “Hey, your majesty, keep an eye on them will you?”

She smiles, bows gracefully, and heads in the same direction.

Jody stands and grabs Dean by the arm, beckoning him to talk in private for a second.

“What’s up?”

If Dean knows Jody at all, and he does, they’re on the brink of a mom talk.

“Look around, Dean.”

“What for?”

“Just look,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Please?”

So, at her request, Dean starts taking in the environment. Now that everyone is gathered, he can actually see all the people that came out (heh) for the event. There are church groups, pet shelters, skateboarders, and rollerskaters. Drag queens are already taking pictures by the stage, and at least two people are wearing unicorn heads. A few vendors’ tents and food trucks surround the park, and rainbows completely dominate the scenery. There are elders, and kids, and all kinds of families and couples, and everyone looks… happy. Free.

And Dean is here with them. He is one of them.

There’s no danger, no monsters of any kind. No one to judge him, hurt him, call him sick in the head.

He finds Claire’s blonde head amongst the sea of shoppers at the edge of the park. She’s holding hands with Kaia and has one of the biggest smiles Dean has ever seen on her face. There’s no shame in it, and she’s not in any danger either. Things are different now, and she has the freedom to be herself that he never had at her age.

He has it now too. He can be himself.

Dean doesn’t realize he’s about to cry until Jody pulls him down into a hug.

“Dean, I am so proud of you.”

And then he cries.

---

They spend the afternoon laying on the grass, eating, drinking, and enjoying the festivities. The girls come back from the vendors’ tents after a full hour, and most of the bags on their arms are Charlie’s. She gets Cas a mug that says bee yourself in rainbow colors with an image of a cartoon bee, and she gets Dean a button pin that says AC/DC in pink and blue. There’s a meaning behind that apparently, and Dean decides he’ll look it up later.

Jack memorizes all the drag queen’s names. Donna takes a million pictures. They trade numbers with a few people.

There’s a big fireworks show just after sundown. It starts to get windy and a bit chilly, so Dean grabs the nearest pride flag and wraps it around himself. Cas, the perpetual freak who just doesn’t feel temperature apparently, is wearing a t-shirt and shorts and smiling at him unabashedly.

“What?”

“That’s the bisexual flag.”

So it is. “Shut up,” Dean says, but he’s smiling too. “You want in on this?”

He doesn’t wait for Cas to respond before he wraps it around his shoulders as well. The fireworks continue.

“You know,” Cas says after a beat. “As beautiful as they are, pyrotechnics are extremely damaging to the environment.”

Dean can’t help but laugh because of course, Cas would say something like that in a moment like this. He laughs and laughs and regrets being the only one to have heard that; then again, he’s the only one who could’ve found that funny.

He laughs a bit more, wipes a tear, and sees that Cas is still just solemnly watching the show.

“Cas?”

“Yes, Dean?” He replies and then turns his head.

Dean wants to kiss him. He wants to kiss him so bad. Then he remembers where he is, physically and in his life right now, realizes whom he’s surrounded by at this very second, and decides that he can.

So he does. It’s not unlike the way he kissed Cas when they rescued him from the Empty. Granted, there’s less sweat, blood, adrenaline. But just like that day, they’re both on the ground, and the gesture catches Cas by surprise. Just like that day, Dean pulls Cas in gently by the back of his neck and there’s no hesitance or fear. Just like that day, he just does it, presses their lips firmly together, and relishes in the taste of Castiel, in the feeling of the person he loves most in this world kissing him back.

The one big difference is this: that day marked the beginning of the rest of his life. Today? Today is just Dean’s first Pride.

[sarcasticallybee]

Embry Call x Reader

Be more

Huffing you yanked the tarp back over the old truck. You'd been working on it for over 4 months now with your cousin, Jacob Black. Of course that was Pre-Bella. At least that's what you called it. From before.

Now you're working on it by yourself. Or trying to. You couldn't understand it without your other half. It was like doing calculus without math. It didn't work.

Looking out to the sky you huffed again. It looked like rain. And soon. Walking back towards the house you walked into the red building, shrugging your jacket off.

"Hey Billy, you need anything while I'm up?" You called hanging the clothing up on the coat hanger.

"Nope. Jake isn't in here before you ask." He said rolling into the kitchen.

"I'd assumed that much already, Billy." You said before you heard a car door slam.

Peeking out the window you saw Bella storming towards the back. It had already begun to pour. Your eyes widened as you grabbed your jacket back up again.

"I'll be back." You promised closing the door behind you.

Running after Bella you slowed down when you saw her pleading with Jacob about something. You couldn't make out what she was saying. You could see the strain on Jacob's face and it only got stronger when he saw you jogging up behind Bella.

"Jake? Bella? Is everything okay?" You asked tucking your hands under your arms.

"Y/n go home." Jacob ordered, his voice cold.

"Yeah y/n. Go home. I need to talk to Jacob. Alone." Bella snapped never taking her eyes off of him.

"That's not an answer." You met his gaze and felt yourself falter.

"Just leave. This isn't about you." Bella muttered.

You were glad for the rain. It kept your tears from showing.

"Jake?" You asked but he just shook his head.

"Go home. Both of you." He growled walking away again.

Bella yelled after him but you just took a shaky breath in and turned around. You expected to just walk back into the house but Bella grabbed you by the shoulder whipping you to face her.

"What happened to him!" She yelled at you but you shook your head.

"I don't know Bella. I thought you happened." You snapped shrugging her off.

"I think it's best if you go home." You murmured pulling your hood up.

"Fine. Thanks for the help!" She hissed pushing you on her way to her truck.

Your lip trembled as she drove away and your eyes watered when you turned to see Jacob walking away, too.

You were alone. Your best friend had walked away from you. Screaming in frustration you stormed back to the house. To the driveway where your car sat. Billy opened the door, rolling out.

"Y/n where are you-" he stopped. "Are you okay?" His voice took a tone of concern but you just kept walking. You were pissed off and didn't want to take it out on him. You pulled your keys out unlocking the vehicle.

"Y/n! I don't think you should be driving." He called loudly but you ignored him.

Pulling open the driver's side door you slid in, slamming the door closed. Pushing the key into the ignition you started the car. Or tried to. It wouldn't turn over. Punching the steering wheel you screamed. Hitting the horn you screamed over it, again and again. You were so angry. So hurt.

You only stopped when your throat was too sore to scream anymore. Breathing heavily you heard a knock on your window.

"Go away." You sobbed, the emotions catching up.

"Sorry. Can't do that." A muffled voice said through the foggy glass.

Lifting your head up you saw Billy sitting there in his wheelchair. You felt terrible that he rolled out into the rain like this.

"Billy..." You started but just pulled the keys out of the ignition and waved at him to roll out of the way.

"You want to talk about it?" He asked after you stepped out of the car.

"I don't know. I'm sorry about," you gestured wildly, "this. I should've just come inside." You groaned.

He shook his head dismissing your apology.

"You're fine, kid. Let's just get inside." He said as he went to roll back to the porch but you smacked his hands away from the wheels.

"I got you." You scolded as you began to push him back to the house.

"Snippy." He laughed but didn't wave you off.

You nodded as you reached forward to open the door.

"You mind if I crash in Jakes room?" You asked after setting the man up on the couch and washing off the wheels of his chair.

"Not at all. You need to rest after crying like that. Take a bottle of water with you. You'll need it." He recommended nodding to the kitchen.

"Thank you, Uncle Billy." You sighed kissing his forehead.

Grabbing the water you walked into the bedroom. It was small but comfortable. Setting the bottle down you flopped into the bed after kicking your shoes off. Curling up you hugged a pillow to your chest sniffling softly. Your eyes were heavy as you breathed out softly. Closing them you fell asleep quickly.

You roused to the sound of shuffling outside the bedroom. Some things clanked around and there were soft whispers outside.

"Jacob what the hell happened?" Billy whispered harshly.

"Nothing dad butt out!" Jacob snapped back.

"I'm not going to butt out! Something happened." Billy replied his voice calm.

"Nothing happened!" Jacob exclaimed loudly.

"Guys-" a new voice began and you began to wake up more.

"Stay out of it Embry!" Jacob snarled.

"Dude he's just trying to help." Another voice.

Groaning a little you yawned as you opened your eyes. Pulling the blanket off and shoving the pillow away you slid off of the mattress. The floor was cold as you shuffled around looking for a dry, new shirt. Digging around the bedroom you found a long sleeved black shirt.

Tugging your slept-in shirt off, you threw it on the bed before pulling your cousins shirt over your head. Scouring the room you found his old hair brush. From before he cut his hair. Sighing you grabbed it tugging it through.

You could still hear the males arguing as you slid out of the room.

"It's not my fault Bella came here!" Jacob was growling.

"No but how you handled it was terrible. She did something to make y/n act like that." Billy persisted.

Walking in you knocked on the wall next to you. Four heads turned to face you and you waved shyly.

"Hey. Sorry to interrupt but I'm starving. Could we talk like civil people while I make pancakes or something?" You whispered tucking your hair behind your ear, not able to look any of them in the eye.

"You look crappy." Jacob snickered and you glared up at him.

Then you smiled, walked over to him, and punched in the chest.

Crack!

"Holy shit! Ow." You whined inspecting your red knuckles.

"I didn't even hit you that hard." You pouted, shaking your hand as if to shake the pain off.

"Jesus. You weren't supposed to hit me!" Jacob groaned walking closer to check your hand himself.

"Yeah well you deserved it. You've been a jerk." You affirmed.

"Right. Well Embry, Quil, this is my cousin, y/n. Y/n these two idiots are my friends, Embry and Quil." Jacob introduced.

Glancing up you noticed how much bigger they seemed up close.

"Hi." You greeted putting your hand out.

Quil held out a hand and shook it with yours and you were shocked by just how hot it was. When Embry didn't respond you looked up at him only for him to fall to his knee.

"Oh my god are you okay!?" You fretted getting on your knees in front of him.

He didn't answer, instead he focused on his breathing. He didn't expect this to happen. Not so soon. Not ever really.

"Embry? Right? Are you alright?" You said softer this time putting your hands on his face.

You looked his face over before moving your hands to examine the rest of him. Your fingers grazed his skin lightly as you tried to find any reason for him to fall like he did.

"Embry?" Jacob growled behind you.

Finally looking up Embry met his gaze. His eyes were wide.

"Are you okay?" You asked again turning his face to yours.

"I'm... I'm great." He laughed huskily.

"Okay...?" You sounded unsure but stood up, brushing your jeans off.

Holding your hand out you offered it to him, and raised your brows when he actually took it.

"Wow." He breathed when he was standing beside you.

"What?" You asked looking at him but then noticed Jacob and Quil and Billy.

"Guys?" You tried again and Jacob snapped.

"My cousin!? Are you serious! My sister was bad enough but my cousin!" He groaned throwing his hands up.

Quil had wide eyes and Billy looked like he was either going to shoot Embry or hug him. You couldn't tell.

"Care to elaborate?" You glanced at the boy next to you.

"Depends on if I live that long!" He yelped when Jacob jumped at him.

"OH MY GOD NOT IN THE HOUSE!" You shrieked throwing your hands up.

"Not in the house damn it!" You growled again grabbing Jacob by the ear and Embry by the hair.

"Come on!" You huffed.

"Quil! Get the damn door." You demanded. The boy did so with no complaint.

When the door was opened you threw both boys out into the yard.

"You want to rough house? Fine! Just not in the house!" You exclaimed, exasperated.

"I'm going to kill you!" Jacob hollered at Embry pushing him.

"Wait! We both know I can't -OW- control it!" Embry yelped again.

"Wait! Jacob!" You screamed and then FWOOSH! big dog. Very. Big. Dog.

"Holy shit." You whispered before jumping into the yard and running towards Embry who was still on the ground.

"Stay back!" He yelled at you his eyes wild.

"But he-" you started but stopped when Embry began to strip.

Looking away you heard bones shifting, and when you looked back, another wolf stood where Embry once did. You went to walk towards him but the reddish one, the one who you now assumed was Jacob, stood in front you.

"Jacob." You gritted out.

The wolf refused to budge.

"Damn it. Stop being such a bitch." You snapped smacking him.

"You don't get to be all cousinly now. You left." You shoved him again.

"I don't care how big your teeth are or how big you are. I will snap your legs, then your arms, then I will break every rib, and finally I will move on to your fingers and toes. Don't test me." You growled yanking on his fluffy ear.

Then you shoved him away and tried walking to the Embry wolf again. However Jacob still refused to move.

"Y'know what that's it." You snapped.

Dropping to your knees you crawled under him and sprinted to the grey wolf. You didn't expect Jacob to be snipping at your heels when you did this though. You swore you could hear him curse at you.

Another thing you didn't expect was for Embry to run past you and meet Jacob half way. They nipped and bit at each other.

"Guys stop!" You screamed trying to get in between only to be grabbed from behind.

You yelped as the warm arm grabbed you. Glancing down you noticed that whoever grabbed you was well toned and tan.

"You can't get in between them, y/n." The voice spoke and you felt tears well into your eyes.

"But they-" you cried.

You tried to push the hands off but they held fast.

"Stop them, Quil!" You yelled at the boy who still stood on the porch. He glanced behind you and shook his head.

"God damn it! Stop!" Your voice cracked as you shrieked.

Both wolves stopped mid fight scrambling to right themselves. Jacob snuffed and Embry bit him in the rear leg.

"Stop it." You sobbed as you collapsed in the arms of whoever held you. "Just stop fighting."

Both wolves glanced at each other before the grey one stepped forward. His muzzle was soft as he licked your tears away. Sniffling you wrapped your arms around his big head and sobbed into his fur.

Whoever held you let you go, stepping back. The wolf stayed waiting for you to let go of him patiently. The red one harrumphed before slinking into the woods, probably to change.

When your crying slowed you gingerly let go of Embry.

"I'm so sorry for crying on you, on your fur, oh I'm so gross. Talk about first impressions." You choked on more tears as they started again but the wolf head butted you softly.

"I know. I know. Just, go change back." You smiled softly.

The wolf didn't seem convinced but listened. Jake walked over to you to offer you a hand up, but you smacked him away.

"Leave me alone you jerk." You pouted.

He gave you a look, clearly torn.

"Y/n," he started and you glared at him.

"What? You think you have the right to be all protective? You left me in the rain with, Bella. You left me to deal with her." You spit.

He went to reply but Embry came sprinting out of the woods towards you. He slowed down when he saw Jacob though.

"Jake?" He asked, a silent question.

"No harm, no foul." Jacob smirked at him and you punched him in the leg.

"Ow!" He yelped glaring at you.

"Go away." You huffed.

"No." He glowered.

"Fine." You glanced at him before looking at Embry.

"Again so sorry for crying on you." You apologized.

The boy smiled at you before walking over to you, offering his hand. Taking it, you smiled up at him as he pulled you up.

"You know your first impression was better than mine. I fell to your feet like the dog I am." He chuckled and you snorted.

"I guess you're right." You laughed.

"So you going to tell me what that was all about?" You asked.

He suddenly got sheepish again.

"Can I talk to you alone about that? Preferably."

Glancing around you saw Billy going inside with Quil and a few other boys. Minus Jacob.

"Yeah. I'm not fond of Jake here listening in anyway." You grinned at Jacob before grabbing Embry's hand and pulling him into the woods after you.

"Okay. Go ahead." You nodded at him to explain.

"Well y'know how we just like wolfed out in front of you?" He asked and you nodded at him.

"Well uh that's part of this thing that happens to some of us. And uhm when we y'know shift we get this partner. A for life kind of thing. It's like- I guess most people would say it's like a soulmate. Of course nothing romantic has to come from it!" He panicked blushing.

"It could be friends or best friends or just basically whatever that person wants. We call it imprinting." He explained still flushing.

You nodded and then pointed at yourself.

"Are you saying I'm like your imprintee? You giggled.

He nodded shyly.

"Yeah. You are. Of course it doesn't have to be romantic or anything. Like at all. I'll be whatever you want!" He gazed into your eyes intently and you smiled.

"Okay. Whatever I want huh? So I could have a big fluffy dog then?" Your eyes glimmered and he laughed loudly.

"I mean yeah I guess so." He smiled softly.

"Alright Embry. Let's say I want you to be more than a friend. More than a best friend, too. What if I wanted you all to myself?" You tilted your head at him.

He smiled. "Then I'm all yours."

"Okay then Embry. Let's be more." You smiled pulling him to you and hugging him.

You could hear him chuckle as he held you to his chest.

"You're like really hot." You murmured as he stroked your hair.

"Thanks. I thought so too." Gasping you backed up and swatted his bare chest.

"I meant like physically? Not appearance wise! Wait no! You're really attractive. Oh my god!" You rambled tucking your heating face into your hands.

"Wow. You okay?" He asked brushing your hair back.

"Just give me a minute." You sighed before looking at him.

His eyes twinkled kindly. His hair fell into his eyes softly and his lips were pink. Flushing you lifted your hands to his face and pulled him down.

You met his lips softly at first. Barely touching. He seemed unsure and didn't want to force anything. Slowly you kissed him again this time longer. He tasted like blueberry muffins. You smiled at that.

Then you felt it. Like clay you molded to him. It felt like everything clicked into place. This whole time you'd been waiting for him. He was your other half.

Kissing him again, this time passionately, heatedly, you poured everything into it.

He stepped back in surprise before kissing you back, similarly. You could feel the feelings seep into your lips.

Smiling you backed away.

"Wow." You whispered.

He nodded slightly winded.

"You're a great kisser." You sighed looking at him through your lashes.

"I think that was all you. I'm sure my heart is trying to beat out of my chest." He laughed his hand against his left side.

"Fair enough." You smiled at him reaching for his hand.

"Okay so, are we going to do this?" You asked pulling his hand up to cup your face.

"Yeah. If you want to of course." He murmured stepping closer his other hand going to your waist.

"I do. I really do." You laughed pecking his lips again.

"Then let's be more." He murmured against your lips.

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I’m Sorry | K’Andre Miller

Summary: You and K’Andre have a very big fight.

Warnings: Couple fighting, talk of being drunk, use of the word “Puck Bunny”, slightly toxic relationship behaviors, punching a wall, breaking a vase, make up sex, oral (f), unprotected sex.

A|N: Requested by @hockeyjunkieblog I sincerely apologize for how long this took me to do and I hope you enjoy🖤 Also I apologize for any mistakes.  (Pictures for the moodboard came from Pinterest… I do not own them.)

“K'andre, get back here!! We are NOT done talking about this.” You yell at him from across the apartment as you chase after him, begging him not to turn his back on you. “Oh yes we are.” He yelled back. “I have practice and I’m not about to take your bad attitude with me to work. Goodbye.” He slammed the door in your face. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You scream punching the wall.

Part of you wanted to run after him, follow him to the arena if you had to, until he stopped acting like a 5 year old and talked to you. But now, now you were pissed and there was no way you were going to let him get off that easily especially since he just slammed the door in your face. “You know what fuck off.” You yell throwing whatever was closest to you against the living room wall, which just so happened to be a vase of flowers he had gotten you last week. You growl and leave the mess. Today was not going to be a good day.

As you drive into work you notice your bloody and bruised knuckles from punching the wall. Shit. you think to yourself. You and K’andre had had some fights before but nothing like this. The one night you chose not to go out with him after a game, and of course that one night some girl chose to be all over him at the bar and it got back to you. You just wanted to talk about it like an adult, but something about you asking him if anything else happened, asking him if you weren’t enough anymore was not the right thing to ask. He hadn’t spoken to you in days and every time you tried to talk to him like a civilized person it turned into a fight. “Why can’t you just trust me? What have I ever done to make you believe you aren’t enough?” the words echoed in your ear as you pulled into work knowing it was going to be a hell of a day.

“Bro Key Wtf is wrong with you today?” Kreids asks as they skate off the ice. There was silence as K’andre tried to figure out what to say. “I dunno Cap, I've been in this fight with my girl and I think I may have fucked up.” he admits for the first time in days. “What happened?” Kreids asks him. K’andre sighed. “The other night when we went out after that big win. She didn’t want to go out, which I understood she had had a long day at work, so she told me to go and she would be at home when I got there. Well I had too much to drink and I let this girl at the bar get a little too handsy with me and of course it was a headline the next morning and she got it sent to her a million times, even though she knows she’s my one and only and I would never cheat on her, she was hurt and I get it but I was still pretty fucked up the next morning and she kept asking me if anything else happened and if she wasn’t enough for me anymore and I lost my shit even though she was trying to be an adult about it and just get to the bottom of it, I lost it man; like I had actually done something wrong and now I wouldn’t be surprised if she actually left my ass. I was so immature and I don’t know how to fix it because everytime she brings it up I just see red.” K’andre says as he hangs his head.

Chris shook his head. “Bro..This is tough but you need to talk to her like a man and if you love her like you say you do and like I know you do, she needs to know that you can’t just assume she knows that she’s your ride your die okay you need to prove that to her and if she’s asking you if she’s not enough for you anymore there must me a reason she is asking that. Just talk to her dude.” Kreids says, slapping Key on the shoulder. K’andre knew his Captain was right but the question was how was he going to get you to talk to him; especially after this morning.

You thought about this fight all day. You got off work and headed home. You grabbed a few things and went to stay at your best friend's house for a few days, give Key some time to cool off before you two tried to figure things out. Maybe that would do him some good. When K’andre got home that night the lights were all off. He rolled his eyes as he turned on the light but as soon as he saw the broken vase all over the floor he knew things were bad and he knew he really fucked up. “Where are you? I wanna talk? please” he texted. You knew you shouldn’t answer, you knew you should give him time but you answered. “At Y\BFN...I’ll be there in a bit. If you really want to talk.” you say. Something about the fact that you weren’t coming home right away and that you had intended to stay at your friend's house made him angry all over again and all those words of advice that Chris had given him earlier had gone out the window. Even though he knew you had tried to talk to him reasonably but he just didn’t want to listen.

As soon as you walked through the door you knew there was no conversation going to be had and it would be an instant fight. Just by the look on his face. “If you're going to yell at me I'm just going to go. I don’t wanna do this anymore Key. I’m tired of fighting with you. I love you but I just can’t do this.” you say. There was silence as he processed your words. “Key, say something, please.” you beg him. “I want to know what I have EVER done to make you feel like you're not enough, or like I can’t be trusted.” he demands as he steps to you. You swallow hard. “Key.. it’s not.” you stop yourself. “It’s not what? You wanted to talk so what’s stopping you all of a sudden?” his voice was almost a growl.

You absolutely hated fighting with him. When you did it was usually over something stupid and the two of you were usually over it in a couple hours but this fight had turned into something completely different and it scared you.

You let out a large sigh looking away from him. K’Andre hadn’t taken his eyes off of you since you walked in the door. The first thing he noticed was the sadness in your beautiful eyes and the second thing was your bruised knuckles. How had he let this fight get here? “Key.” You whisper. There is an intense silence between you both and you just want this over with. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, you’ve never given me a reason not to trust you, it’s just that when I got this article sent to me “Rangers star parties hard.” And here’s some tramp hanging all over you where I should have been it just makes me wonder and then when I want to have an adult conversation about what happened you start yelling at me like I’m the reason you had some tramp on your arm and you refuse to just talk to me like an adult and say “baby I’m sorry, I was a little drunk and some puck bunny got a little to comfortable and I shouldn’t have let her.” That’s all I wanted to hear, Key was I’m sorry. That's it.” You have begun to cry. You can’t even look at him.

Man did he feel like an asshole right now. He stepped towards you. He was standing so close to you now but yet he still seemed so damn far away. You still hadn’t looked at him and his heart was breaking. His hand reached up, long fingers caressed your cheek and you melted into his touch. He lifts your chin making you look up at him for what felt like the first time in days. You held his gaze. He licks his lips. “I am sorry, baby.” he whispers. You sob. That was all you wanted to hear. “Hey hey it’s okay.” he pulls you into his chest. “I love you baby so much and I'm sorry I'm such an idiot sometimes and I can’t see ….” you shut him up with a kiss. You feel his whole body relax into yours.

“I love you too, K’andre. More than anything.” you find his lips on yours again. And you know the fight has ended. A soft moan leaves your lips as he sweeps you up in his arms and carries you towards your shared bedroom. A trail of clothes left behind in the halls as you went. He laid you down on the bed gently, leaving a trail of kisses up and down your body. Sweet little sounds leave your perfect lips as he worships your body with his. “I feel like I don’t tell you this enough baby girl, and I'm sorry but you are my everything, my world and what I have with you is everything I’ve ever wanted.” His words stop as he’s hovering over you, chain dangling on your chest. The cold touch of the metal against your warm skin makes you shiver.

You run your fingers over his cheek. “I know Key, I love you so much and I'm sorry for nagging you about your night out, I know that you are mine and I love you so much, more every single day for all the love you have shown me.” you whisper. A little smirk crosses his lips. “I'm all yours huh?” he smirks and you laugh. “For as long as you want me.” you whisper, biting his lip between your teeth. He lets out a loud unholy groan and you know the time for sweet talk has ended. “Mmm Forever and Always baby.” he grins against your skin as his lips trail down your body.

You wiggle beneath him. He pins you down with his massive body above yours. You reach for him as you find him between your legs. “Oh Key!” you moan loudly. “That’s it my sweet girl, let them hear you, let all the neighbors know my name.” he growls as he looks up at you from between your thighs and you can’t help the moan that leaves your lips as he puts the magic tongue of his to work. “I appreciate you so much baby and it’s about time I showed you just how much.” He whines and the vibrations from his words against your core makes you beg for him again.

“Ohhh K’Andreeeee.” You moan loudly, fingers tangled in his hair tugging gently. “Come on baby cum for me.” He demands adding a long finger to his tongue giving just enough pressure to send you spiraling into your orgasm. “Fuck Key.” You call to him, back arching off the bed, thighs shaking around him. “Fuck baby you taste so fucking good.” He moans against your skin as he leaves a trail of soft kisses back up your body until he reaches your lips and lets you taste yourself and you whine.

“I want to feel you inside me, Key please.” You beg him. He smirks above you. “As you wish my love.” He whispers and before you can say anything he reaches between your bodies and guides himself slowly into you. You arch your hips into him as you both groan. He starts off slowly gently savoring each sound and every movement and every breath. He had missed the way your body reacted to his the last few days since you’d been in the fight. The way you two fit so perfectly together, knew what each other needed without words.

“Come on Key, pick up the pace please.” You beg him you need him. His hand grips your thigh as you wrap your leg around him pushing him deeper. He moans loudly and increases the pace just like you asked. His fingers tangle with yours on the mattress as he holds you still beneath him and he keeps increasing the pace sliding in out of you so effortlessly. “Damn babe you fit me so fucking good, fuck.” He can feel you tightening around him and he knows you're close. He pulls you to him supporting you both with his massive thighs and you ride him. “Cum baby.” He demands and you have no choice but to do what you're told. You bite his lip as you cum for him. “Fuckkkkk.” He calls as he cums with you.

The two of you collapse on to the bed, sweaty and breathless. Key stroking your face with his long fingers. “I love you.” You whisper. He kisses your nose. “I love you more.” He smirks as the two lay there talking. “Let’s not fight like that again, okay.” He says as he’s kissing your bruised knuckles. You smirk. “Sounds good to me, even though I didn’t mind the make-up part” you giggle. “Yeah me either.” He laughs as he starts kissing you again and you knew the make-up part was just beginning.

The End 🖤

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Getaway Car

Another plot-filled Rick Flag fic from me! I might add another chapter if this goes over well so let me know your thoughts!

~2.2k words

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You're the Suicide Squad's getaway driver and you're got a serious crush on their commanding officer, Rick Flag.

You were what one might call a liability in the operation. You weren’t a soldier under Amanda Waller’s thumb, and you weren’t a prisoner that she could threaten. You were purely there for the thrill at first. But you kept coming back for him. Rick Flag. The commanding officer of your dreams, a real hero. You weren’t sure if you idolized him or wanted to fuck him. Maybe it was a bit of both.

But as you sat in the car and eyed up the team sprinting out of the building, you skipped to your getaway song - Brianstorm by Arctic Monkeys - and revved the engine.

“Punch it, Baby!” Harley cackled as the three prisoners (plus Rick) slammed themselves into your vehicle.

You didn’t need to be told twice.

You thought it over as you narrowly evaded enemy trucks and sped down a dirt road. You were technically working for the law, so they shouldn’t need a getaway car, but they always were getting themselves into tight spots so you supposed it made sense.

It was a few minutes of beating drums, wild guitar solos, and Harley’s cackles as the playlist continued (House of the Rising Sun by the Animals came on just as you dared to slow down). You finally looked over to your right, and raised an eyebrow.

“You doing alright, Colonel?” You took stock of the dark, wet blood covering the left side of his face and the way he was cradling his right fist.

“Never better, darlin,” he offered you a signature smirk and you gave a nod before turning back to the road. You were on a main stretch now, paved and full of other vehicles. You’d likely lost your pursuers but it was your job to get away from them, so you kept an eye on the horizon behind you.

“How you always seem to be in the right place at the right time blows my mind, kid,” Boomer huffed a relieved laugh from the backseat.

“That’s sort of my job,” you replied in kind, smirking into the rearview mirror as you pulled onto the highway that would take you straight back to Belle Reve.

“You don’t talk about your job much though, I noticed,” he pushed and you rolled your eyes. You didn’t talk about yourself, and you didn’t talk about how you got into the getaway business.

“I like to have an air of mystery,” you caught the amused smile Rick tried to hide and brushed your hair back out of your eyes.

“What I’m wonderin,” he continued as if you hadn’t spoken, his accent coming through as he leaned forward through the gap between you and Rick. “Is how a pretty young thing like you got involved with a cold hearted bitch like Amanda Waller.”

You tightened your grip on the wheel (hopefully imperceptibly), and offered a light smile over to him.

“We’ve all got a past, Boomerang Man. Mine didn’t land me in prison, but I’m still here working for you weirdos,” you laughed and signaled your exit towards the Louisiana based metahuman prison.

“I’ll get your story some day, sweet cheeks, you’ll see,” he leaned back as you showed your identification to the guard and pulled into the penitentiary.

After you let the three prisoners off at their dropoff location (like a bunch of kindergarteners going to school), you pulled up to the employee parking area.

“You sure you’re alright?” You were quieter this time, worriedly glancing over at Rick again now that you were alone.

“Don’t you go worrying about me, pretty girl,” he pulled out all the stops with the cute pet name and the thousand megawatt smile, eyes warm and inviting. You were a goner, and you immediately dropped the subject. “I’ll see you in the debrief room,” you sighed after he’d closed the door and pulled the vehicle into your spot.

Another day, another debrief with that fucking psychopath Waller.

You smoothed down your jeans and t-shirt, you might work for the (wo)man, but you weren’t about to dress like a stuck up business person, or like a prison guard. You were too young for that bullshit.

“Baby,” Amanda Waller greeted you as you passed her into the meeting room. You hid your smirk, as you always did, when you took your seat. You’d forged all of your documentation upon taking this job, knowing that you didn’t want this woman knowing anything about your personal life. She didn’t know your real name, hell, she might not even know that Baby was your pseudonym. You sort of felt bad that you hadn’t ever told Rick your name, but you couldn’t risk it.

The debrief was a mess. You’d gotten out with the information the team went in for, but two out of the four of them were injured. Including the Colonel.

“Seems like the only person doing their job here is the fucking chauffer,” Waller spat before turning her eyes on a still-bloodied Rick Flag. “You can do better than this,” she spoke quietly before walking out. The others emptied out, leaving you leaning back in your chair, cotton candy pink Barbie™ t-shirt nearly glowing in the fluorescent lighting.

“I think you’re going to give her an aneurysm. She doesn’t know your identity and you don’t follow the dress code,” Rick had his eyes closed at the end of the long table, but he somehow knew you were alone in there together. You bit your lip. So she knew ‘Baby’ was a pseudonym. Good to know.

“She can’t get rid of me, she needs me,” you shrugged, nonchalant, but this was the wrong answer and you knew it immediately. You’d been working with Rick long enough to see the telltale signs of stress. Tightened shoulders, biceps bulging in his uniform, that vein struggling at his throat.

“You should be out there living your life, Baby,” his eyes shot open, darker than you’d ever seen them. “You shouldn’t be working yourself to death for Amanda Waller. Not like me and these guys. You don’t have a reason to be here,” you looked down, picking at the skull ring on your middle finger. You did have a reason. You were addicted to the feeling of being near Rick. You were obsessed with the way he spoke to you, the way he leaned in close when he was joking around with you, the way his eyes lit up when you made him laugh.

“I’m not about to tell you my life story in an audio and visually recorded meeting room,” you finally spoke, tone harsher than you intended. You stood, turned away from him and towards the door, your voice carrying as you exited. “You’re gonna have to buy me a drink if you want to get anything out of me.”

You didn’t look back to see the slack-jawed look on his face as you sauntered out of the debrief room.

You were in the deep swamp lands of Central Florida this time. Not your favorite place to be. You were blasting the air conditioning in the car as Stick Up by grandson blasted through the car stereo, your favorite angry song to listen to. This wasn’t a job you wanted to be on, but you had a contract and you were making money, and you got to work with Rick again, so it was alright. But it was a new team. Harley was out of jail and Boomer was injured from a prison fight. They were the two people you normally worked with other than Rick.

You had a gut feeling that something was going to go down, but you didn’t know what.

“Start the car!” one of the new members shouted and you frowned. The car was on already. But whatever, you shifted into Drive and waited for Rick and Co. to make it to the car. Only it was just the one guy. He hopped into the backseat and stared at you with wide eyes.

“What are you doing, get us out of here!” He was shouting but you aggressively put the car into Park.

“Where’s Rick? Where’s the rest of the team?”

“Dude, get us out of here!” The man was clearly panicking, and you glanced over at the building the team were supposed to infiltrate, biting your lip.

“Baby, why aren’t you moving?” Waller asked in your ear.

“It’s just the circus freak dude, no Rick, and no team members,” you replied calmly. “What are my orders?”

“Get us out!” The circus freak dude in question (you didn’t bother to ask his name), was bemoaning your existence from the backseat and you snapped. You jerked the center console open and pulled out your gun, pointing it back at him.

“Shut your mouth, or I’ll shut you up myself,” you put all of your fear, rage, and contempt into your glare, staring down the psycho prisoner just enough to put the fear of a woman into him, and he backed down.

“Colonel Flag is alive in there, but he’s the last one. Get in there, pick him up, and get out,” you grinned, shark-like at Waller’s voice. You could do that. You revved the engine, put the car into Drive, and hauled ass towards the building. You tuned out the moaning and wailing from the backseat and flicked the switch that activated your enhanced shields. With that in place, you drove straight towards the brick building at full speed. You could do this. You could do this. You hyped yourself up and didn’t flinch when the car made impact with the wall, immediately breaking through and skidding into a large open room. You looked around, assessing the group of men with guns pointing towards a closed door. Rick must be in there. You flipped another switch, this one with a gun sticker above it, and pulled at the steering wheel to aim the guns that came out of the front of the car. When all of the men finally turned towards you, you opened fire on them.

You’d killed for Waller before, usually by hitting people with the car, and while this was thrilling, you’d never had to actually use a gun on someone before. When they were all down, you pulled the car up, trying to ignore the crunching of bodies under the tires and opened the passenger side window.

“Get in the fucking car, Flag,” you screeched, and the door creaked the tiniest bit open. Rick peeked his head out, looked around for a hot second before locking eyes with you, and walked over before putting his ass in the passenger seat.

“I didn’t know the car had a gun in it,” he muttered, scratching at the back of his neck.

“Oh she has several,” the circus dude piped up from the back, and Rick side eyed you before promptly yelling at the other for leaving him behind. You took that as your cue to get the fuck out of there.

“You haven’t said anything in two hours,” Rick finally said as you entered Louisiana. He’d been on the phone with Waller for a while and then writing his debrief up on his phone.

“I’ve never shot anyone before. It’s a tad stressful,” you didn’t let on how nerve-wracking it had been to think you’d lost him, but you especially didn’t let on how freaked out you were about opening fire on a group of over a dozen men. You shrugged and kept your eyes on the road. He nodded in understanding. You didn’t want to talk about it. You appreciated his silence. When you finally dropped the circus dude off you had about six minutes before making it back to Rick’s dropoff.

“Baby?” He asked as you slowed down for a stop sign. You hummed in question, but he put his hand over yours, and you kept your foot on the brake as he shifted the car into park. You looked over at him, a frown on your face until he reached out and cupped your jaw with one calloused palm. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip and it felt like time wasn’t passing anymore.

“Thank you for coming back for me,” he murmured, and damn you thought he might kiss you. He didn’t, though. He tucked a stray piece of hand behind your ear, the feel of his fingertips caressing your neck made you shiver, and he smirked at the sight. It suddenly dawned on you.

He knew exactly what he did to you. He knew exactly how he was making you feel. That turned you the fuck on. He was teasing you.

“I think I’d like to take you out for that drink tonight, darlin. Maybe you’ll give me a good story. Maybe I’ll finally get your name,” he was so close to you, and god but you wanted to kiss him. But as you leaned in, he leaned back with a growing grin.

“Who knows, maybe you’ll get what you want, too,” he whispered before sitting back in his seat. “I’ll grab you after the debrief,” and that was him dismissing your advances until a later time. So, you put the car into Drive and pulled up to his drop off location. Luckily it had taken all day to get back to Belle Reve, so you’d only have to wait for the debrief to be over and it would be around eight at night. You’d finally get a drink with Rick tonight. You smiled to yourself as you pulled the car into your spot. Things would be changing.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Neighbourly

Warnings: noncon sexual acts and rape, cheating, name calling, choking.

This is dark!Bucky Barnes and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Based on this drabble request: Bucky Barnes + “But you’re married.” + enemies/hate + Bucky hates reader (his wife's friend) but at the same time don't want other men near to her.

The door opened and you nearly flinched at the sharp blue eyes the greeted you, almost as blunt as the edged “hey”.

“Oh, uh, I was-- This is Anna’s,” you held out the round cake dish, you’d noticed it after last weekend’s barbecue, “thought I’d bring it back before I forgot.”

“Mmm,” Bucky eyed the little blue flowers around the rim and took it stiffly, “thanks, she’s not here so I’ll get it to her.”

“Alright, I..” you stuttered. Bucky Barnes was entirely off putting. His wife was your best friend on the street, yet he seemed to resent you for that, “well, thank you.”

You turned to flee before you withered beneath his impenetrable glare. You still didn’t know why he hated you so much, you only knew that when he came home and you were having a glass of wine with Anna, he barely acknowledged you, and on several occasions had failed to lower his voice when asking why you were there. 

It was worse even that you saw how friendly he was with the other neighbours. To you, he was a completely different man than the helpful suburban husband offering to mow Agnes’ lawn as he did his own.

“Hey,” you stopped at the bottom step and turned back to him, “that guy, you know, the one with the loud car, you wanna tell him to keep it down?”

“Brock?” you blinked and shook your head, “yeah, sure.”

“Really? Six a.m.?” he gripped the thick glass, “there’s children in this neighbourhood.”

“I get it, okay? I’ll let him know,” you sniffed and spun back to the walk.

“So he’s coming back?” Bucky asked.

You froze and breathed through your nostrils, “what do you care?”

“He’s not really… the type we welcome around here,” he sneered.

You turned on your heel and frowned at him, “As far as I recall, the HOA has no authority over my personal relationships.”

He snickered darkly and set the dish on the metal table beside the long bench. He stomped down his front steps and came up in front of you.

“Well, noise disturbances are within jurisdiction, you didn’t put on quite the show for everyone last night,” he smirked.

“Bullshit,” you refused to back down as he planted himself in front of you.

“Ah, you’re right, didn’t hear much but you left your curtains wide open, anyone could have walked by,” he looked down his nose, “I know I got a good look.”

“Dude, what is your problem?”

“You sure moved on quick,” he growled.

“Is this about Sam, really?”

“No, this is about you,” he countered, “about the scum you’re bringing into your bed and our neighbourhood.”

“Fuck off and mind your own business,” you spat and stormed away.

You marched down the sidewalk and across your yard. You slammed your front door behind you and locked it as you steamed. It was none of Bucky’s business who you were fucking. What did he care? Even if he did work with your ex, it was none of his business. You and Sam divorced over a year ago.

A knock came at the door, more a pounding. Really? Was he that desperate to be right? You ignored him and took your phone from the counter. You paired with your speaker and turned on your favourite playlist. You turned on the faucet and started loading the plates into the soapy water. He’d go away when he realised you didn’t give a fuck.

You bopped your head to the beat as you scrubbed and loaded the rack with dripping dishes. The knocking soon faded and you dried off your hands with the checker cloth and hung it back on the bar. You scrolled through your phone for a better song but it slipped from your hand as suddenly your neck was constricted by damp fabric.

You kicked out as the dishcloth was twisted around your neck and you flailed against the hard body behind you. The music disguised the noise of your struggle as you slapped at the thick forearm that snaked around your middle.

“Bucky?” you choked out.

“Shut up,” he snarled as he turned you and pushed you against the wet counter.

“What are you--” he pulled the cloth tighter and stifled your voice.

He grabbed the top of your jeans and you wriggled as he struggled to get them down. Your feet slipped on the tile as you grasped at both the noose at your throat and the edge of the counter. He jerked your body as he forced the denim to your knees and yanked down your panties just as roughly.

“Wha--” you coughed as he pushed his arm against your back and bent you over the sink, “But---you’re married-- Anna--”

“This isn’t about that,” he snarled and shifted behind you, his fly biting your flesh as he rolled down his own pants, “this is about you.”

“St--” he twisted the ends of the cloth again and your head bulged from the lack of air.

“Shhhh,” he leaned over you as the song faded out and another came on.

Sugar pie, Honey bunch…

He lined himself up and pulled your leg back. He held your head down by the faucet as he felt around and guided his tip to your entrance. You kicked wildly but not hard as your lungs burned. He slammed into you and your hips hit the counter so hard you thought they might break. He thrust again, harder, and your eyes watered.

“What are you gonna do?” he hissed as he rutted into you, “you gonna tell my wife? You think she’d believe you? You think she doesn’t see that prick driving up to your house every night? Everyone knows what a slut you are.”

You gulped up air as he loosened the cloth for a moment but before you could scream he tightened it again. He grabbed your chin with his other hand as he crashed into your over and over. He made you look out the window over your sink at the serene sight of the breeze rippling over green grass.

“No one will believe you,” he rasped and hummed as he held back a groan, “they’re all clueless, you hear that? They’re in their gardens, they’re at their barbecues, and here you are, just like a whore.”

Your eyes rolled back as your vision spotted and your temples throbbed. Your body was jolted with each rock of his hips and soon your toes didn’t even meet the floor. You faded into an agonized daze, hardly aware of his relentless pace.

“You’ll know,” he growled, “I’ll make sure you never forget this.”

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[rebelwrites]

Fate Entwined In The Stars

Thor Odinson x Reader

Thor Odinson Masterlist

This Months Writing

Summary: Nothing about this night is normal for Y/N and things kept getting weirder, life as she knew it was about to change

A/N: this is my first time writing for the MCU so please be nice 🥺and I know this doesn’t follow any timeline ect but it’s fanfic so we cool 😜 if you would like to be tagged in the MCU fics then let me know. Also requests are open for Thor and Tony Stark. This is my fanfic Friday fic but I can’t help myself and can’t wait that long to post.

You knew you should have stopped in the motel five miles ago the moment you felt your eyes drooping. But you were stubborn and needed to get away from the place you called home.

Home.

You no longer had a home, you didn’t have a destination in mind, you just threw everything you could into your Mustang and hit the road. Maybe you would go to Manhattan, drop by and see an old family friend of your dads. Your Uncle Tony, technically he wasn't your Uncle but you spent all your childhood calling him Uncle and as you got older it just stuck. You knew he would take you into his home with no questions asked.

The argument kept replying in your head, your step mother losing her shit again. This was nothing new just like the topic of the argument wasn’t breaking news. She always hated that since you were a kid you lived with your head in the stars, fascinated by space and believed there were multiple realms in this universe. As you got older the obsession grew stronger and she couldn’t stand it.

That’s when it happened, the heavens opened, the rain started pouring out of the sky like someone had just turned the tap on, followed by the rumble of thunder that was so loud and violent you felt the vibrations shift through the car.

“Great,” you muttered to yourself, flipping the wipers onto the fastest setting. “Should have pulled over when I had the chance,”

The flash of lightning was blinding and instantly made the air feel like it was electric, it was so bright it made you lose control of the Mustang. Luckily you managed to regain control before you ended up headfirst in the ditch.

Once your mind had got over the near death experience it went into overdrive. You had heard stories of freak storms like this, stories of thunder so loud you felt the vibrations in your body and lightning that left an electric feeling in the air.

But they were only stories, you reminded yourself.

Sighing to yourself as you focused on the road ahead of you, you always hated driving in heavy rain and this was ten times worse as you couldn’t see that far ahead of you. All you wanted to do was sleep but that went out the window five miles ago. You knew you could call Tony and he would send his private jet to your location but it was late as fuck and you didn’t want to get an ear full off him for not pulling over. So you pushed on.

That was until you saw the shadow of a guy standing in the middle of the road. You didn’t know if your eyes were playing tricks on you but you still slammed your brakes on just in case. And it was a good job you did because you came millimetres away from slamming into someone.

“For fuck sake,” you cursed, slamming your hands down on the steering wheel. All you wanted to do was get out of this stupid town yet everything tonight had been a disaster. And you were far too tired for this shit. Climbing out of the Mustang you felt the rain lashing down on your skin soaking right through your hoodie. “Dude what the fuck, I nearly ran you over,” you shouted, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“My apologies,” a deep and husky voice replied, sending shivers down your spine, but that might have just been from the rain.

“Hang on,” you laughed, “you are apologising to me for me nearlying running you over?” You questioned just to make sure you were hearing him right.

The moment you laid your eyes on the guy you had to laugh, the light from your headlights shone brightly on him. This dude was dressed like Thor. You knew Halloween was getting close but damn this was early.

“You do know Halloween isn’t till the end of the month right?” You said bluntly, raising your eyebrow at him not that he could see. “There’s no need to be dressed like that,”

“These are my normal clothes,” he bellowed, “and what is this Halloween you speak of?”

As if this night couldn’t get any weirder.

“You realise you are dressed as Thor right?”

“Well I hope so, seen as I am he, the son of Odin,”

“And I’m a pink unicorn, I want whatever you are on buddy,” you smirked, “because it seems like some good shit, and after the night I’ve had I sure as hell need it. Look what do you want, I’ve got money, jewellery whatever just take it. I don’t have time to be playing silly games.”

Leaving him standing there you climbed back into the car shedding your soaked hoodie and tossed it into the footwell of the car before reaching round to the back seat grabbing your Stark Industries zip up hoodie. Reaching for the media centre you opened up the keypad to punch in your code to wake JARVIS up. You sure as hell needed him right now, at least he could go into autopilot so you could get some sleep.

You hesitated before hitting enter because you knew full well the moment you put him into autopilot you would be getting a call from your Uncle to lecture you about driving when tired. Feeling the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end you glanced up to the crazy dude locking eyes with him, the moment you did you felt the electricity in the air increase as you heard another crackle of lightning nearby.

Ok you were going crazy.

The buzz in the air was intense, but then the weirdest thing of the night happened, the dude started glowing blue.

“Cool party trick,” you scoffed, “now move out of my way before I do actually run you over this time,”

“As you wish,” he nodded, as he started swinging the hammer in his hand around in circles. “But our fates are entwined in the stars and I will be seeing you sooner than you think Lady Y/N” and with that he disappeared as quick as he appeared.

How the fuck did he know your name? Why the hell did he glow blue? Who the hell was he? What was going on?” These were all the questions spinning around your head right now and it was giving you a headache. Finally you decided it wasn’t safe to drive so you hit the enter on the keypad and soon enough JARVIS burst into life.

Taking another deep breath you dialled Tony, tonight had been far too weird for your liking and knew it was the right thing to do even if you did get a lecture.

Within a few rings, Tony’s face popped up as a hologram on the dashboard, it was obvious from his expression that he wasn’t impressed.

“Uncle T I need your help,”

“How many times do I need to tell you kiddo, you need to stop driving tired,” he sighed, running his hand over his face. One look at your face he knew something had happened. “Things bad at home again?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe, I’ve literally got my whole life crammed into my Mustang,” you nodded, leaning your head against the window. “And the weirdest shit just happened to me.”

“Okay,” he nodded, “I’ve set JARVIS to autopilot with a destination of here, I’m not letting you go back there, but we shall talk when you get here,” and with that his face disappeared.

Good evening Miss Y/L/N, I have calculated the route and we shall reach Stark Towers in three hours and 24 minutes. Let’s get you home.

“Thanks JARVIS,” you mumbled, pulling your phone out. As much as you wanted to sleep you couldn’t when your mind was racing this much. It was time to do some research on what had just happened whilst JARVIS took the wheel.

You felt like your mind was about to exploded, you always thought things were being kept from you but this was huge.

“Wait so you're telling me that there is a group of people that save the world?” You asked leaning forward, resting your elbows on your knees and your chin on your fists, looking at the projections of everyone. “And you are Iron Man?”

“Correct,” Tony nodded, “your father told me to only tell you about this when the time was right,”

“So that guy that said he was Thor actually was Thor?” You questioned, staring intently at the image that was in front of you. You couldn’t deny he was fit as fuck but it didn’t make you anyone’s confused. “Okay, the other night he said something about our fate being entwined with the stars or some bullshit like that,”

“Yes, I knew this day would come, there is a lot I need to explain to you Y/N” Tony smiled, waving his hand making all the screens disappear, “now come on I think it’s about time you met the team,”

As you followed Tony through the building you felt it in the air, the same feeling you felt the other night, the feeling of pure electricity making all the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

What the hell was happening? What else needed to be explained? What was Tony keeping from you?

The moment you walked into the team room, a room you were never allowed on before, you felt like your heart had stopped and the air was caught in your throat. You felt like your head was about to explode with all the information you had been given this morning.

“Everyone it’s about time you met someone very special to me,” Tony beamed as he guided you to the top of the table, making you feel extremely awkward as everyone’s eyes were on you. “This is Y/N, basically my niece,”

“Whoa, wait this is the Y/N?”

“As in Y/N that Fury constantly goes on about?”

“Yes,”

Raising your brow at Tony you glanced around the room, looking at everyone until you locked eyes with Thor, the electrifying feeling intensified as you gazed into each other’s eyes until the power surge in the room dimmed the lights. “So you all know about me but I know fuck all about you?”

“As I said my Dove, our fate has been entwined with the stars,” Thor said, not taking his eyes off you. “You might know be aware of it yet but there is something special about yourself, something that would only appear when all the 9 realms aligned as one,”

You didn’t know what to say, think or do so you just laughed, this had to be some sort of joke, you had spent years researching and had gotten nowhere, now all of a sudden everything you had read was true.

“I need a minute” you mumbled, running your hand through your hair, as you ran out of the room. You always thought there was something different about yourself, but this, this was crazy.

Pacing the balcony you screamed, throwing your hands up in the air, instantly there was a deep rumble of thunder followed by a flash of lightning in the air making you jump. Did you just cause that? Your arm was tingling and nothing would stop it.

“You get used to the feeling,” a deep voice said from behind you, making you jump, and another rumble of thunder to happen. “You will also manage to control the feeling”

Spinning around you saw Thor standing in the doorway.

“I don’t get it,” you sighed, sitting on the wall tugging at your hair.

“I understand it is a lot to take in my sweet Dove,” he said softly as he took a few steps closer, standing by you leaning against the wall. “I do not wish to confuse you even more but you are not of this realm you call earth, you were sent here for your protection many years ago, and when all the realms aligned the truth would be revealed, that is why I appeared the other evening,”

Looking up at him you narrowed your eyes, locking eyes with him and once again feeling the electrifying feeling intensify, “so if I’m not from earth then where am I from?”

“Asgard,” he nodded, taking one more step closer to you. “You may not remember right now but everything will come back to you,” he said resting his hand on top of yours.

The moment your skin connected, shockwaves ran through your body making you pull away. “What was that?” You breathed, squeezing the bridge of your nose as multiple images ran through your head, images of things you didn’t remember but had heard about in stories. You knew those blue eyes were holding something back but you didn’t know how much more you could take today.

“That is the universe’s way of helping you remember,” Thor hummed, reaching up and brushing a strand of hair off your face and behind your ear. “Now how about I take you back to Asgard and we can try to bring those memories back and you can see who you really are,”

There was something about the Blonde god that was standing in front of you, making your skin tingle as his touch lingered. You didn’t feel scared around him, you felt a sense of warmth, belonging and more importantly a feeling of home.

“Okay,” you nodded slowly, watching the smile on his face grow wider. “But what about Uncle T?

“He knows about this, this was his plan,” Thor nodded “So my little Dove, you might want to hold on tight,”

Rolling your eyes at him, you wrapped your arms around his neck feeling the electricity run through every vein in your body as you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck as he wrapped one arm tightly around your waist.

As crazy as all of this was you actually believed Thor and if your fate was entwined in the stars then you weren’t complaining.

[caitdjarin]

traitor.

Bucky Barnes x Reader

-       Based on “Traitor” by Olivia Rodrigo, Yours and Bucky’s break-up was a surprise to you at least. An even bigger surprise was seeing him with a new girlfriend just weeks after.

Warnings

Angst, Jealousy, Cheating, Moving On, Slight Violence, Language, Bucky being toxic, Self-help, Kind of Happy ending?

As it turned out, your relationship with Bucky wasn’t as stable as you thought it was. After being together for three years, you had assumed you were both happy. When he ended it suddenly, all you could feel was shock, frozen, watching him pack his things. Pack up three years of your life together. You could not hear anything, sight going blurrier by the minute as you sat on your shared bed. His explanation as to why he was suddenly ending things was that he just was not happy with you anymore.

Of course, weeks later you found that out to be a lie. He had introduced his new girlfriend to everyone. Hearing her name from Nat and Wanda, you remembered all the arguments you had had about this woman. Seeing her name on his phone constantly, him telling you that they were just friends, you were being paranoid and that he could have female friends. That was when you realised you and Bucky were truly over.

Seeing him months later at your favourite coffee shop was not the reunion you wanted. He said your name as you walked into the store.

“James,” you signed “it’s nice to see you.”

“It is really nice to see you too, I didn’t expect to see you here. How are you doing?”

Did he really not expect to see me here when I introduced him to the little shop in the first place? And how am I doing? What sort of question is that? “Oh, I am doing incredible, I found out my long-term boyfriend betrayed me and made me out to be some bad guy when he was probably fucking this girl while we were still together.”

“I am doing fantastic; I hope you are as well” you smiled. It wasn’t a total lie, you were dating again, doing well at work, almost at the finish line with your doctorate in English Literature. Once you had said that you saw his face drop slightly before picking it up again.

“Yeah, I am too. We should catch up soon, I would really love to see hear what you’ve been up to” he smiles.

“I’m so sorry, James, I’m just really busy with work at the moment” you said, before leaving. Unfortunately, not even getting the chance to order anything. I guess, it was time to change coffee shops.

The next time you saw him was in a restaurant, three months later, while you were with the guy that you had been seeing. Rafael was everything you could dream of. You had met while he in the library at your university, turns out you were both in the doctorate program. You clicked pretty much instantly, this being your third date.

Walking to the bathroom, you were suddenly grabbed by your arm.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” the person says, turning around you see Bucky.

“What the fuck are you doing?” you whisper angerly, trying to wiggle your arm out of his grasp.

“Why the fuck are you here with some dude?”

“Oh, I’m sorry last time I remembered I was single, didn’t know I couldn’t date people.” He finally let go of your arm. “You do not get to control my life, James. I am a grown woman and last time I checked you had a girlfriend.” You start to walk away.

“You can’t just talk to me like that, Y/N” he slams his hand against the wall to stop you from walking away.

“I am allowed to move on, considering it took you two fucking weeks to go off and date someone, you may not have ‘cheated’ you say in air quotes, “but you’re still a traitor, Barnes” you duck under his hand, walking towards Rafael.

“Can we leave? Find somewhere else.” You say to him, grabbing your jacket.

“Yeah, of course, are you okay?” he says as he wraps his arm around your waist, walking out the door.

“Yeah, I just ran into someone, I didn’t want to see” you lean into him.

Bucky didn’t actually think you would move on. He honestly expected you to be waiting for him after he was done exploring. Seeing you dressed up all pretty, like you would for him on your date nights, made him livid. He couldn’t believe you would bring someone else to this restaurant, the restaurant that you had spent all your anniversaries, where your first date was. Of course, he was being a hypocrite because he had brought some random girl here but how could you have done this? If he was being honest, he was more surprised by the way you had spoken to him; you had never spoken to him like that before, even during your many arguments, you were still respectful.

Graduation day had commenced, a day you had been working towards for 8 years now. Inviting your family and your friends, Nat, Wanda, Tony, Steve, Vis, Scott. All except Bucky. He came anyway, staying in the back, making sure you were unable to see him. He knew it was your day and he didn’t deserve to be there. He was so proud of you, during your relationship, you had cried at least once a day with how stressed out you were, and now you would never have to cry about it again. Walking on stage, you looked as beautiful as ever, your face was lit up in the same way it did whenever you had looked at Bucky. You had grabbed your certificate, smiling for the cameras and then quickly walking back to your chair. Rafael was after you, receiving his certificate as well. So that’s how you met him, Bucky thought. After that, Bucky had left.

Rafael was probably the closest to perfect that you could get. He was kind, caring and hard working. Once you had moved in together, things seemed to be really steady, comfortable. Of course, that meant something would go wrong. Coming home early from work was supposed to be a surprise for Raf, is when you catch him cheating. Literally walk in on him getting fucked by his best friend. You’re not exactly angry, if you were being completely honest, you didn’t feel the same love for Rafael as you once did before.  Moving your things out of your shared apartment, you move in with Nat and Wanda. You decided that being single for a while won’t be the worst thing in the world.

Wanda and Vis’ engagement party was the following weekend, you were truly happy for them. Dressing in your favourite black dress and throwing on a jacket over the top, you drive to the venue. It was incredibly beautiful, fairy lights all throughout the area. You grabbed a glass of champagne and began to sip it.

“You look beautiful, Y/N” you hear someone stand next to you. Bucky.

“Thank you, James.” You say politely.

“You’re the most beautiful girl here, I’m sorry about what happened. You didn’t deserve that.” He looks at you.

“It’s okay, I’m doing okay”

“Have you been writing? I know you graduated a couple of months ago.” He tries to keep the conversation going.

“Yeah, I have, not any stories unfortunately though.” It’s been years since you’d actually talked to Bucky, you missed this. You had always loved how attentive he was to your interests.

“What have you been writing then?”

“Songs” He looks at you confused. You continued to surprise him always.

“Of course, they’re not for anyone to hear but I have been able to get my feelings out and it’s helped me move on.”

“I’m really happy for you, I know I treated you terribly and didn’t do well with the break-up side of things but I really miss you and hope we can be friends again.” He says, moving in front of you so he could see your face. That’s when he sees your face light up again, like it used to when you were in love, he never thought he’d be on the receiving end of one of those looks again.

“Sure Bucky, I missed you too.” 

Authors note

Hi, this was my first story that I actually published. I left the ending open to something happening, in case I wanted to revisit this story and do a part two. I hope you enjoyed :)

[petersnya]

SOMETIMES PT.3

PETER PARKER X FEM!READER

Warnings: Angst (alotttt. I’m sorry lol)

Word count:1873

[A/N] So that there’s no smut in this part but it is SO worth it (trust me I hate when there’s no smut but this part is so SO GOOD)this part kinda like, BROKE my heart… ok it DID break my heart…  SEND ME YOUR FEEDBACK AND LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED TO THE TAG LIST FOR EACH CHAPTER! ENJOY… (send a request for anything you want me to write or if you have any ideas)

-J.T.S xxx

PART ONE  PART TWO

Ever since the incident at the drive-in theater, Y/N has been avoiding Peter. Whenever MJ, Peter, and Ned would walk out of school together, Y/N wouldn’t be leaning out of the window of the car smiling and waving at them. She would have the window rolled up and looked either straight out the ahead or down at her phone. 

Peter told Ned about the whole situation but didn’t tell MJ. He knew she would kill him because Y/N is her cousin and their like sister towards each other. 

“Peter I don’t know what your gonna do, but you gotta do it fast cause sooner or later MJs’ gonna find out and your not only gonna lose the girl you have a major crush on but also your best friend,” Ned pointed out to Peter. Peter didn’t want to admit it but he was right. He had to come out with the truth to Y/N one way or another. He had to tell her that he does like her and that he lied about the stark internship. 

He had to tell her that he was Spider-Man.

“Yeah Ned, I guess you right.”

“I am right Pete. Now go get your Princess Leia,” Ned teased as the bell rang, signaling that it was time for them to leave. The two boys made their way out of the building, talking about their project they still had yet to finish. They didn’t see MJ around like how she usually is until they heard familiar voices coming from behind them. 

“Here’s your schedule and your and the supply list. You can also sign up for clubs if you would like,” an administrator said.

“I’ll think about it. That you so much.” there it was. That voice. It was Y/N talking to the administrator. But I thought she was homeschooled? Peter thought to himself, trying to wrap his mind around what was going on. It’s not like it was a bad thing that Y/N was coming to Midtown, but MJ told him that she really wasn’t the type to go to school. She hated big crowds of people and was never really good at making friends. 

“Ok well, I can’t wait to have you as a new student at Midtown!”

Peter and Ned looked at each other with wide eyes then turned fully around to see who was behind them, even though they already knew by the voices. “Peter…”

“Ned,” he said to the tan boy next to him. They were both in shock by what they just heard.

“Y/N’s going to Midtown?” they said in sync. 

“Yes, she is,” MJ added as she and her cousin walked over to stunned boys. Ned sent them both a smile and Y/N sent him one back with a small ‘hi’. Peter couldn’t help but notice that something was different about her. 

She’s not wearing her glasses.

The four of them walked out of the building together, telling Y/N about all the teachers and classes at the high school. She also explained that she was tired of being homeschooled and wanted to have something to do outside of her one personal bubble. This new information didn’t make much sense to Peter. She seemed so happy when she was at home from what he could see. 

Ned said goodbye to the two girls before heading over to the bus, beckoning Peter over. 

“Later MJ, b-bye Y/N.” 

“See ya, Parker,” MJ responded before getting into the passenger side of the car, kicking her feet up on the dashboard. 

“Hey! Feet off the dashboard dude,” Y/N yelled at her cousin. MJ mocked her expression before chuckling lightly- keeping her feet on the dashboard. “Goodbye, Peter,” she said coldly, turning back to Peter before getting into the driver’s side, pulling away from the curb before speeding off down the road.

“I miss you.” 

The brown-eyed boy whispered to no one, but it was meant for Y/N. He truly did miss her. Even if they had met only one week ago, that same surge of energy raced through him. Peter knew this wasn’t an ordinary crush- he didn’t know what it was. But he knew he couldn’t afford to lose it. He felt like he was falling apart without her. He didn’t intend to be that rude to her that night at the drive-in, it just happening and he regretted it the second he did it once he saw that heartbroken-hearted look on her face. But instead of apologizing to her, he just sat there.

“Sup penis Parker!” a kid named flash yelled and he sped by him, causing Peter’s brown curly hair to fall into his face. Great. 

“Hey kid, I ain’t got all day. Ya getting on or not?” the bus driver said to Peter. He slumped his shoulders and lugged himself into the bus, taking his seat next to his best friend. “It’s gonna be ok man,” Ned told Peter, trying to comfort him. 

I hope so.

///

Peter was late-night patrolling as he usually did and spotted MJ’s place. Not being able to restrain himself he swung over to the building next to it. He noticed that that same room light was on that was on the first time he stopped by MJ’s on a night patrol as Spider-Man. 

Looking through the window to the lit room, he saw Y/N. she was sitting on her bed, her legs crisscrossed as she wrote something down in a thick, brown, leather-backed journal. 

He smiled at the sight before him. Y/N was wearing the glasses. She pushed them up on her face with her knuckle and continued them to write. Someone must have called her name because she got up from her position on the bed and left her room. 

Curiosity took over Peter as he swung over the ledge of the fire escape that was right at Y/N’s window. He peered into it and used his mask to focus closely on the open journal sitting on the bed. It was a letter:

Dear dad, 

I can’t do this anymore. I miss you so much. You were what made me smile every day, and you still do. But I thought I had found someone who could make me smile even more. He’s beautiful dad. He has amazingly curly brown hair and the brightest brown eyes I had ever seen. His smile made me smile just like how your smile made me smile. He was the one that convinced me to wear my glasses… your glasses. Not MJ. not mom. He did. I thought he liked me as much as I liked him, but I was wrong. And now I can’t stop thinking about what you told me: some people fall in love with the wrong people sometimes. I think he was the one dad, the wrong one. The one I wasn’t supposed to be with. But why does it hurt so much? I’ve been preparing for this to happen to me ever since you told about false love. But now that it actually happened, I cant take it. I cant let him go. But I-

The letter stopped. And anyone could tell that Y/N had been crying as she wrote it- there were tear strains covering the page. 

Peter felt lightheaded. Tears flooded his chocolate eyes and he unfocused his mask from the page. He slumped down, his back not facing the window. He was hurt. It felt like everything in the world had stopped, as time had frozen. He couldn’t bear to know the fact that he hurt Y/N so much to the point she thinks it’s her fault. 

He yanked the mask off of his face, his cheeks burning a shade of crimson just like his eyes. Peter ran a shaky hand through his hair, gripping it as he grounded out in frustration. 

Letting go he slammed his fist against the brick behind him, yelling out in pain. But not physical pain. He felt like someone just ripped out his heart and stomped on it. 

“Hello?” Peter jumped at the voice coming from inside of Y/N’s room. Nows your change Peter. Just go tell her the truth. That’s what one side of Peter said, the other side was the opposite. You cant tell her now, she’ll just hate you more. You have to wait for the right moment. 

But when was the right moment?

“MJ, did you hear that or am I fucking crazy?” Y/N asked as she exited the room. Peter took this chance to get away without being seen. He made his way but to his shared apartment with Aunt May. Entering his room and sitting on his bed, tears ran down his face as he silently sobbed.

///

“Students, I need your attention,” everyone quieted down their own conversations to hear what was about to be said. “I would like to introduce you to our new student, Y/N,” Peter’s head snapped but to look to the front of the class. His eyes landed on Y/N. he couldn’t help but admire her outfit. She was wearing high-waisted but loose, flared jeans with a grey Slytherin sweatshirt and black converse- ones like MJs. her fingers were covered in rings and she has a small necklace. There was a bag draped over her shoulder and her hair was pulled up into a messy ponytail. She was holding her glasses in her hand, not daring to put them on.

Not in front of all these people. More importantly, in front of Peter. 

Her head hung and she stared at her feet, twisting the ring on her thumb. The teacher told that she could take a seat at an empty chair, and just to her luck, Ned wasn’t at school that day. So she was forced to sit next to Peter. She didn’t want to argue so she took her seat and sat there quietly not daring to even glance at the boy next to her. 

Half an hour went by and Peter noticed Y/N fidgeting next to him. Her hands were shaking, her ears were turning bright red and she shook the table from how much she was bouncing it. She was taking notes but the handwriting was illegible she was consistently squinting at the board, trying to read what was being written. 

“Hey Y/N, are you ok?”

“Fine,” she let out shakily, avoiding eye contact with Peter. He grabbed her hand, causing her to look him in the eye. Y/N’s eyes were red, tears swelling in the corners. 

“We’re going to the bathroom. Now.” 

“No Peter I’m f-fine.”

Peter grabbed Y/N’s arm, pulling out of the chair and into his arms, picking up their belonging with his free arm. They snuck out the back door to the classroom he and Ned used to sneak out of. 

Walking through the halls, Y/N’s breath became shallow. “Peter, peter I wanna go home. Please take me home. There are too many people in there. They were all looking at me a-and I didn’t want them to look at me. MJ. Peter where is MJ. I need-” 

“Ssshhh, relax Y/N. I’m gonna take you home,” Peter said, rubbing her back. She nodded her head at him as they walked through the back doors of the school. 

SORRY THAT THIS PART WAS SHORT BUT THE NEXT ONE WILL BE LONG AND I HAVE SOME REALLY GOOD SURPRISE COMING IN THE NEXT PARTS. I LOVE YOU GUYSSSSS

-J.T.S xxx

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[bluefirewrites]

‘Five Stars’ Juke Uber Meet-Cute AU

(Inspired by something that I tend to do at Ubers after going to the theaters and unintentionally spoiling the movie as we’re being driven home. I am so sorry)

Julie parks the car at the house, bracing herself for the low rating she's bound to get after her angry outburst...

What was she thinking? For her, an Uber driver, to yell at these three white boys? And for what? Spoiling the movie she's been dying to see for months. She would have gone and seen it today but she has bills to pay.

She doesn't bother with a farewell, just dropping her head onto the steering wheel as the boys leave her car.

Hearing the door slam, Julie gives herself a couple more seconds to collect herself before going to pull up from the curb.

"Hey," A voice from behind startles her and she screams, causing the boy to scream as well, but his hand is raised, signaling that he means no harm.

Julie squints. It's the guy in the cutoffs- the one who wouldn't keep his mouth shut up about Maddox dying at the end of the movie- the subject of her current frustrations.

He hadn't left the car for some reason, and Julie's hand is itching to grab her pepper spray she has hidden in her door pocket. She's heard horror stories about irate passengers getting violent with their drivers, and she needs to be ready to defend herself.

But the guy, despite how jacked he is (with his biceps showing and all), maintains his distance, eyes pleading, almost soft.

"What are you still doing here?" she asks, trying to keep her voice level.

"I'm sorry for spoiling the movie. I was just... too excited and I forgot that there was someone else here."

"Oh yeah, 'cuz we Uber drivers are totally invisible," she grumbles.

"Shit no-" the guy backtracks, apologetic, "No, I didn't mean that- it's just-" he sighs, "My friends tell me I get so in the zone that... I completely disregard my surroundings. I didn't even consider that you would have wanted to see it. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad."

She looks him over, and it seems like he genuinely means it...

"No, it's fine. I," she points to herself, "I shouldn't have raised my voice like that. Must have been from a shitty week and I just exploded like that. Still... that wasn't cool of me."

The guy nods, "I get it though. I work at a diner, and I can’t tell you how many times I wanted to tell a customer off. It happens."

Julie laughs, "But not like we can do those things without any repercussions, am I right?"

The guy hums for a moment, then holds up a finger, his other hand working his phone.

She turns her head to the dashboard, prompted by a ding from her own device. On her screen, 5 stars shine brightly in the middle of the screen, along with a large tip from a 'Luke'.

"There," the guy, Luke, smiles, "You get to let your frustrations out on a couple of dudes and won't get penalized for it."

Julie stares, shocked, "I-I don't know what to say. You didn't have to do that."

"You drove us back home just fine. Besides, I wanted to make it up to you. For being a... what did you say again? A 'self-righteous blabbermouth?'"

Groaning, she slumps in her seat, "So uncalled for. You're just someone who loves the Madd World universe just as much as I do."

"It really is a cool series. Was so stoked when they announced the movie,"

"Me too! All I can ever talk about to anyone really,"

"I know right!"

Luke then jumps into a rant about the series, to which Julie eagerly follows along, and they go back and forth about their favorite songs on the show, moments that had them absolutely steaming. It's quite a turn considering she's been so pissed at the guy earlier on in the evening.

Before she knows it, it's been half an hour and they hear rapping on the car window, the tall blonde guy gesturing for Luke to get inside.

"That's my cue. This was nice. Have a good night..." he peers at her screen, "Julie. Sorry again.

Luke scoots to the door, when Julie, for once letting impulse take the lead, shouts over him.

"Wait!"

He stills, hand on the handle, and he looks at her.

"Um, maybe you can still make it up to me?" she says, though from how high her voice had gotten and the way her tone was made it phrased as a question.

Luke nods rapidly, "Yeah. Sure. What do you have in mind?"

Julie tilts her head, almost shyly, "Maybe you can take me to go see the movie? As long as you don't mind seeing it twice?"

A wide smile breaks out on his face, "I don't mind. At all,"

She smiles in return, "You're buying though."

"Totally fair,"

"I’ll get the snacks at least. Tomorrow night? at 7?"

Luke bites his lip, nodding, "It's a date."

Julie flushes, and with that he leaves her car finally.

Did she really score a cute date with one of her passengers? That’s... crazy. It’s a sociable gig sure, but she’s never had the desire to see any of them past the ride and monetary transaction.  But this Luke dude- he was really fun to talk to. And he’s been real sweet about the whole thing, so... why not?

She pretends not to hear that cautionary voice in her head, one sounding almost like her bestie Flynn, who she knows would grill her about the details when she gets home.

And she also pretends not to hear a loud whoop coming from outside when she manages to pull away from the curb and drive down the street... ‘Okay... the guy can get 5 stars too...’ she laughs to herself. 

[going-dead]

Phasmophobia

Danny was very sick of tourists coming to explore Amity park. Like very sick of them, especially the ‘ghost hunter’ ones. In the end they just caused more problems than the actual ghosts, getting in the way of the fights causing Danny more stress and injuries than normal. Not to mention they sucked at their so called jobs. He was pretty sure even a single elementary schooler of Amity was a better ghost fighter than all of the tourists combined.

But at the moment it was the dead of winter and probably one of the coldest weeks of the year. So only the stupidest of self proclaimed ghost hunters would venture out to hunt ghosts in weather like this. While it was nice not having to worry about danger prone tourists Danny still was miserable, he could deal with the cold just fine in fact he preferred the cold. The problem was that It was the holiday season, the worst time of the year. At least the ghost attacks were less frequent as they all prepared for the Christmas truce party.

Still he supposed it could be worse. His parents weren’t fighting as much this year, though that was probably due to the fact they were still treating him like he was made of glass half of the time after he told them about the whole half dead thing. Danny figured that was due to the fact they blamed themselves for the portal incident, causing them to coddle him to an almost tortuous degree. It was as if they expected him to disappear if he was so much as bumped in the wrong way. It had gotten a bit better at this point at least, if things continued as it did at the beginning Danny was pretty sure he’d rather have them still be shooting at him. Now they only tensed up when he left the house instead of not so subtly stalking him all day.

At the moment Danny was sitting on the counter in the kitchen with his mom while she was cooking dinner. “Danny dear get off the counter that’s where the food goes not you.” Maddie said shooing him off the counter with a spatula.

Danny floated off in a huff, “This is ghostphobic mom. The counter is a perfect seat.”

Maddie rolled her eyes, “The term would be phasmophobic, and no it’s not it’s; I don’t want your butt all over where I’m making our dinner-phobic.”

“Fine transphobic then.”

“How about asking you to set the table? What would that be?”

Danny mulled it over for a few seconds. “A reasonable request I suppose.” He phased his hands though the cabinets grabbing the plates. Honestly he could have just as easily grabbed them normally but he was still trying to get his parents used to him having powers. “Oh by the way Sam, Tucker, and I are hanging out tomorrow to celebrate winter break starting and school being out for two whole weeks.” “Alright sweetie, but be safe okay?”

“Of course I will be mom.”

“I mean it Danny, please.”

Danny sighed “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to text you regularly to let you know I’m safe. I’ll be fine and stay out of trouble, I promise” Maddie nodded seemingly plated at least for the time being.

The next day Danny was really regretting making that promise. The day started out so well too. Danny, Sam, and Tucker were walking along the park trail. Danny was walking a few steps in front of the other two, subtly making the path easier with his powers. The only people out insane enough to bear the cold were people who had to go to work and teens who were bored out of their minds.

“All I’m saying Danny is that if you want to choose that class you should choose a race other than human for once. Hellspawn would be the best option in your case.” Tucker argued.

“Says the dude playing the race for furries.” Danny shot back turning his head to look back at his friend.

“Hey! The beastmen race is a perfect fit for my class, they have an exp boost for trickery and magic skills  it’s the best for playing a character who mains in ambushing with traps.

“Boys boys stop arguing. Danny will be fine playing as a human he’s just gonna have to spend more time grinding. Also he’s right, beastmen are so the furry option.” Sam cut in.

“Whatever, I just don’t understand why he always plays the most boring race in every game he plays. I mean why would you want to play as a human when you could be a fantasy race like an elf or something.”

“Well that’s easy for you and Sam to say you both are still hum-,” Danny was cut off mid sentence by his ghost sense and a glowing red circle surrounding the group. He hardly had a chance to go ghost before being fully enveloped by the light.

When Danny was finally oriented enough to open his eyes he vowed to never complain about getting motion sick while his dad was driving again if it meant he would never have to go through that awful experience again. It felt like getting sucked into the Fenton Thermos if it was the size of a straw and being spun in a blender all at the same time. He looked around seeing if his friends were brought along with him. And just his luck, of course they got pulled through whatever the hell that was too.

“Ugh, you guys okay?” He closed his eyes again and focused on stabilizing his core and getting the last of the nausea to leave.

“Bleh I think I’m gonna hurl.” Sam groaned from beside him.

Danny heard Tucker shift beside him. “Yeah I’m good, I guess all that time staying up late playing VR games kinda helped against motion sickness. Landed on my arm though so definitely going to bruise later. Where are we anyway?”

That actually was a good question, Danny lifted himself off the ground literally, using legs to stand was lame anyway. The sight he was met with was both confusing and surprising. Looking down he saw that the three of them were in some sort of red magic circle or something, with candles lit around it. Looking past that was the part that was surprising. He was expecting this to be the work of a ghost but standing in a circle around the three of them were six  humans in different colored robes. He couldn’t recognize any of them though, they must have been from out of town or just total shut ins. He was pretty sure he recognized where they were though, it was the basement of an abandoned building next to the mall, Sam was super into urban exploring the year before and it was one of the first places she dragged the two boys to.

“Haha uhh hey didn’t know there was a costume party going on, I would have dressed up, looks like you got all the colored robe thing going on though. Would my hazmat suit work instead of a robe?” Danny looked at the group around him and cracked an uneasy smile. Maybe it was some sort of accidental ghost summoning or something, it wouldn’t be the first time. Though the fact it brought his friends along pointed to it either being on purpose or something much more powerful, or both.

The man in the black robe turned to a woman in a white one. “Why did the spell bring two kids along with it .”

Danny tried to ignore being called an ‘it’ not like his parents didn’t do it before they knew about his identity. “I’m not the murder clown and I do have a name you know.” But his words seemed to fall onto deaf ears.

“I did the calculations right if that’s what you’re trying to imply, as you can see the subject did appear in the circle as planned. We probably just underestimated how much power the sacrifice would provide with the addition of the solstice.” White robe snapped. Great, this was totally just what Danny needed at the start of his winter break. Not only did they seem like ghost hunters they were the crazy obsessed culty ones.

“Either way the goal was achieved in the end, we have the ghost boy.” Black robe pointed to two men, one in yellow and one in blue robes. “Take care of the two bystanders, but don’t kill them. After all we shouldn’t kill our soon to be followers.” Yeah that wasn’t concerning at all Danny thought.

The one in the yellow grabbed Sam and the one in the blue grabbed Tucker at the black robed man's command. Danny assumed that probably meant the black robed one was the one in charge here. “Hey! Get your hands off me you freaks!” Sam yelled, struggling against the man’s grip.

But Danny’s friends didn’t have a chance against people twice their size. Before either of them could struggle more the two men slammed their heads to the ground in almost unison, knocking them out almost instantly. It happened so fast all Danny would do is watch on in horror. He felt like he watched their now limp bodies for ages, their chests shallowly rising at least giving him the relief of knowing they were still alive. But the sight of small puddles of blood forming around their heads snapped him out of his horror and into a rage.

Danny placed his feet to the ground turning to look at the two in the black and white robes. “Why?” He seethed, “You said they were accidentally brought along when you were trying to get me here. Technically in a way this falls onto me. So tell me, why?”

The man in the black robe seemed taken aback from being confronted so suddenly. The woman in white didn’t seem to have the same problem, maybe they both were in charge? Honestly though Danny didn’t care at this point. “We will take over the little town you haunt. After we do that we will find out where all the ghosts are originating from and then make them into our soldiers so we can take over the country and then the world. To do that we obviously needed you out of the way since you seem to be the only one capable of combating the other ghosts that come into this world. Or you would just defeat our pawns before they could take true action. So we found a way to summon and trap ghosts, then brought you here so we could get you out of our way.”

Honestly Danny was disappointed hearing that more than anything, his rage almost completely disappeared after hearing the plan. “Hold up that is the stupidest plan I have ever heard.” And that was saying something seeing as he dealt with Vlad's plans on a weekly basis. “First off you do realize it would be very hard to get or even force ghosts into your service if you don’t offer them, anything in return. Not to mention how some ghosts have almost godlike powers and you expect to overpower them? Also I am not even close to the only one who can fight ghosts. Everyone in Amity Park has at least some know how when it comes to ghost fighting. They sell basic ghost protection equipment at the supermarket. I just happen to be better suited than everyone else because I y’know can like fly and go intangible when chasing them. Using ghosts to take over the world is so stupid do you even know how to properly catch a ghost? Seriously this is like next level dumb, not to mention how did you even know the summoning would work if it didn't you’d just all be standing in a darkly lit room looking dumber than you already do.”

That seemed to anger the white one a lot. Apparently she didn’t like her intelligence questioned. “Why you little-.” She stomped her foot. “This plan was thought through down to the smallest detail. You want to know how it worked huh? How about asking your friend over there. I wonder what happens when the dead are killed? You will find out soon enough.”

Danny looked over to where we gestured and his refound taunting attitude vanished. Laying over in the corner inside a smaller less complex looking circle was a ghost or the ectoplasmic remains of one at least, the core was completely destroyed. Judging by the fact that the ectoplasm was red it probably had a fire core before it was destroyed. From the lingering ecto signature Danny doubted the ghost was even sapient. It was most likely the remains of something like a blob ghost or the ghost of an animal or even a weaker ectopus. Still all he could do was stare at the remains in horror.

“Of course summoning you was harder so we used that thing for its ghost energy to help power the circle. Instead of chalk we used it’s ectoplasm to ensure the strength and longevity of the seal to hold you in the circle.” The woman smiled as if she achieved something great. Achieve something she did indeed, but it certainly was not what she intended.

The rage Danny felt before came back in full force. Before with his friends he at least knew they would recover, all three of them got injured fighting ghosts more often than they should. But to injure a ghost to the point where not even their core remained was something so taboo that only the most despicable ghosts would do. Even Skulker kept the cores of his prey stable enough not to fade away completely. A ghost's form could be completely destroyed but as long as their core remained they would reform back where they first formed in the Ghost Zone. The only ghosts Danny could think of who would go out of their way to destroy a core were some of the ancients like Pariah Dark or Nocturne.

Danny finally managed to tear his eyes away from the ghost's remains to lock eyes with the woman. She and the black robed man took a step back out of instinct. Looking into his eyes they felt the feeling every animal of prey felt when it knew it was being watched, being hunted. The temperature in the room dropped and frost started to crawl across the walls. Danny took a step towards the two leaders before pausing to reconsider and turning and starting towards the two men standing above his friends.

Then men in yellow and blue robes looked to the man in black for guidance, unsure of what action to take. He looked uncertain as well but shook his head. “There’s no way it can pass through the seal, we tested it.”

Danny's eyes flicked over to the man then back to the two who hurt his friends and gave them a predatory grin, his teeth now looking slightly sharper than usual. He made no sound as he stepped over the circle with ease closer and closer to the two men. They both reached for their weapons, small bats, apparently they were the muscle of the group, and swung at the approaching ghost. Danny simply went intangible causing the two to overswing and hit each other instead, knocking the wind out of them both and causing them to drop their bats. While they were catching their breath Danny grabbed them by their hair and knocked their heads together. Their bodies crumbled to the floor just a few inches from the teens they did the same to just minutes before.

The one who had yet to say or do anything, dressed in red, made her way towards Danny while his back was towards her. Just as she got within arms reach of him she slipped and fell. The temperature had dropped even more at this point causing the ground surrounding Danny to ice over. Danny hardly acknowledged the large thud behind him simply trapping the fallen woman up to her neck in ice as he walked past and headed towards his final two targets.

When first summoned by the group Danny could, within reason, probably be passed off as a weirdish looking human excluding the glow around him. But now as he stalked towards his prey that was no longer the case. His chest no longer moved like it was breathing. His feet made no sound as they made contact with the ground. His eyes, non-blinking, no longer had pupils or even whites to them just a void of endless ectoplasmic green. His ears were pointed almost bat like. The tips of which, along with his lips, were tinted blue. His hair, normally white like snow, now was just the white that came from complete absence of any color. The hair was defying gravity almost as if it was underwater while smoke like wisps trailed off from his hair as he moved. His mouth was twisted into an emotionless smile splitting through his cheeks showing needle like teeth all the way back to where his molars would have been, there was no tongue or throat behind them, just another endless green void. The skin of his neck that was showing past the hazmat suit was marked with lightning like scars. The glow around him seemed to absorb all the light in the room.

The man in the black robe looked between the approaching horror and his partner before running towards the exit. Danny moved so fast it was almost as if he materialized right in front of the man. The man stumbled back falling down in shock but still tried to scramble away from him crossing his chest as he did so. Just as Danny started to raise his arm towards the man he paused and lurched back.

He looked down at his chest where an ornate knife was now lodged. Holding onto the hilt was the woman, she gave the knife a final twist before letting go and herding her partner into the corner farthest away from Danny. Danny showed no pain as he grabbed the knife and pulled it out, the blade was dripping with ectoplasm, and dropped it on the ground. The wound in his chest already healing, filling with more ectoplasm to replace what was lost.

The smile that was marring Danny’s face was replaced with a scowl as he made his way towards the corner where the two were cowering. Placing a hand on their necks he lifted them both up against the wall and started slowly burning their skin with an ectoblast. He let them go, letting them fall to the ground only when their screams of pain turned silent as crushed vocal cords and burnt throat muscles took their toll. Both cult leaders looked up at him in horror faces pale. "What's wrong?" Danny smiled, "It looks like you've seen a ghost."

The woman looked at him in fear as she grasped at the raw skin of her throat, which now was covered in blisters and charred in some of the worst places. “Wha-, what, what are you?” She managed to rasp out before coughing up some blood.

Danny let out a dark chuckle, his voice echoed over itself. “I-,” he snarled, “am a Phantom .”

After Danny sent an anonymous tip to the police about the cult, he brought his friends back to his house. Of course his mom freaked out after he stopped responding to her texts and even more when he phased into the living room with an unconscious Sam and Tucker. He was pretty sure she was about to break out the BOOmerang if she didn’t hear from him for much longer. She was more than willing to take the two of them to the hospital to get them checked out.

Danny made a quick stop into the ghost zone to tell Clockwork to spread the word to other ghosts to be on alert and that there were humans that were trying to summon and capture ghosts. After telling Clockwork what happened, in much more detail than the briefest summary he gave his mom, including how he probably went a bit overboard with dealing with the cultists. He also admitted he didn't regret it even if he did go overboard. They hurt his friends and caused a ghost to completely fade, and in Danny’s opinion they deserve whatever came to them. The whole story caused Clockwork to also start fretting over him making sure to let Danny know that his reaction was a completely normal response to someone threatening something that falls within his obsession especially since it happened in his haunt of all places. Danny swore that his ghostly mentor could be worse than his own parents sometimes especially when it came to reassuring him about his more ghostly tendencies.  

Luckily after being released from the hospital it turned out the worst Sam and Tucker suffered were concussions that would heal in a decently short amount of time. That didn’t mean they weren’t complaining about it though.

“Stop laughing about my suffering Danny! I won’t be able to start playing Fantasy War Online VII until my two week tech restriction is lifted by my doctor. It was bad enough I had to go to a hospital but to be taken away from my lovely devices as well is just too much.” Tucker lamented.  

“Quit complaining and suck it up. I’m on the restriction too Tucker.” Sam pointed out.

Tucker huffed. “Yeah well you’ll probably manage to catch up to all the people who are getting it on release day easily, since you’re scarily good at MMO’s.” He flopped back onto Danny’s bed. “Hey at least this gives us more time to convince Danny to play something other than a human for once in his life. Like I said before the hellspawn is the perfect race for the build you’re going for.”

Danny just rolled his eyes. “And like I said before, I like being a human.” “Whatever dude just don’t complain when I utterly beat you if we end up fighting because you wanted to be the lamest most boring race ever.”

Danny shrugged. “Somehow I’ll cope, I just think it’s nice to be seen as normal and not scary.”

Sam laughed. “Danny you are the least scary person like to ever exist. The only things scary about you are your grades and your wacky parents. I doubt you could be scary if you tried.”

Danny looked out the window watching the stars as they started to appear in the sky. “...Yeah I guess you’re right.”