#had fire crawl up a stream of gasoline so we ran like hell for the explosion

[kindalikerackham]

y'know I watched most of the first season of 9-1-1 in one sitting, but I finally had to get up and take a moment when I saw a character leaving a shop heater, a kerosene lamp, and spilled alcohol unattended

bitch NOOOO. I don't care how drunk you are, you damn well know how much of a fire hazard is happening right there

[amasiuncula]

·˚ ༉‧₊ •• 𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖔: 𝖌𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖒𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖘 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖔𝖓𝖊, 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓 •• ˚✧

◇─◇──◇────◇────◇ “..fragments of you linger in my bones, in my dreams, in the palm of my hand. you slip between the cracks and make my body; your home..”

°. CHAPTER THIRTEEN - GASOLINE MEETS FIRE PART ONE • °.

The trauma that had help Michaela down had slowly been removed from her ankles, she was slowly starting to figure out who she truly was and how she should 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧 from all the pain that she had been dealt these past couple of years. Did that mean she was over it? No, not at all. She was still confused and in a state of shock. She never thought that this would be her life nor did she ever think that she would love someone like 𝐡𝐢𝐦. Everything about the blue-eyed devil should’ve made her skin crawl but it was actually the opposite. She wanted him. She needed him, she longed for him. How could she feel this way about him? She had no idea. Michaela couldn’t wrap her head around her current state of mind. What was wrong with her? How could she still feel love towards him? She wanted to know the truth and figure out what happened to hear and now that she knew; she couldn’t get him out of her head. It was constantly stuck on him. Joshua Grant had gotten into her blood stream and Michaela couldn’t get him out of her system even if she tried. Maybe it was because she had never met anyone that knew how 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 she was and still wanted her or maybe it was because he was the first man to truly touch her heart. Michaela loved Shawn but that relationship was fake, nothing about them was 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥. Michaela had only stayed with Shawn to help him figure out who he truly was but it was Josh that helped Michaela figure out who 𝐬𝐡𝐞 truly was. They shared a 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 and they were bound to one another until one of them took their last breathe. Michaela knew this but if this was true, did that mean she was just as psychotic as him..?

“𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦.”

Dark chocolate curls loosely fall around my petite shoulders as my fingers comb through them, a faint sigh emitted from plump lips as my eyes fixated upon the screen “Michaela are you going to stay locked up in that room all day?” The voice caused my head to shake slightly, and my eyelids blinked a couple of times as the thoughts that lingered in my head slowly faded away. “And, what if I am?” I had managed to utter, my dark orbs still locked onto the images on the screen. There he was again, his eyes lingering on mine and the smile on his lips was wide and the memory of this specific day played in my mind so vividly. It was before all the pain, before the betrayal–it was a moment that played in my mind when I found myself longing for him. I knew that this wasn’t a good idea and that I should be disgusted by him but I couldn’t help myself. I missed him, I missed when we were innocent. “Excuse me, what the hell is this?” My head shifted from the screen onto Selina, my eyes widened as I quickly slammed my laptop shut, and nervous laughter emitted from the depths of my throat. “It’s..it’s..” Selina lifted her palm upward, shaking her head as she spoke, “I don’t want to hear it. You should know better than this. I know that a piece of you will always love that loser and wish that things were different but the truth is..” Selina paused as her palm slowly dropped and she signed, her head shaking as the words continued to roll off her tongue. “That he stole your happiness. He is the reason that you no longer believe in love and the reason that you ran from California to be here with me. You’ve spent these past two years falling apart because of him. We are in Paris but you are still in California. You have to let him go, Mouse. He isn’t good for you and I am tired of seeing you this way, you’ve become a shell of the girl you used to be. Don’t you want to leave that version of you in the past? I know it will be hard but you have to move on.” The words that left Selina’s mouth were true, Josh was the main reason that I became the person I am today. I wasn’t in the right place when we met, I had just lost my father and I was already down a dangerous path but he only made it worse.

I nodded my head, and a faint sigh elicited from my throat. “I know that you are right and I know that I need to let him go because nothing good can come of this. I know who he truly is and I know that he will never change. I’m sorry for everything that I have put you through as my best friend.” The lines twisted into a small smile as my arms wrapped around Selina’s lithe physique and I pulled her into my arms. “It’s nothing you need to apologize for but you need to be strong, you have to let him go and truly give yourself a fresh start.” Selina slightly pulled away and pressed her lips against my forehead in a chaste kiss. “I’m only giving you one more day to linger on your feelings for him but after today, no more. Okay?” I couldn’t utter a response so I just nodded my head and languidly released my arms from her waist. “I’m going out, get some rest and we will have a girls' day tomorrow.”

The conversation with Selina continued to play in my mind, I knew that she was right and that I should let Josh go but how could I do that? I didn’t even remember how he got into my heart in the first place. When did I lose myself to him? Was it when we first met? I don’t know the moment that I truly fell for him but I knew that it would be hard to let him go..he was in my bloodstream. My head rested against the blush pillow, my dark orbs fixated upon the ceiling fan as my eyes slowly fluttered shut, “Joshua..” His name dripped from my throat in a hushed tone and sleep slowly crept over me as my mind was once more consumed by the blue-eyed devil.

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“M, all of me is meant for you and only you. The sooner you stop fighting our love, the sooner we can be together.” Cracking a slow and triumphant grin, Josh silently hooked a finger around the thin fabric of my panties and walked past me, pulling on the lace like a leash for me to follow. “You are mine.” Joshua stopped once we reached his bed and nudged me to sit at the edge as he pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the side. Dropping to his knees, he pulled my hips downward and slipped my legs open, trailing slow supple kisses up my thigh. “Stop fighting your feelings for me, M.” My tongue wet my lips as he propped my legs open, whimpering softly as he placed soft kisses up my inner thigh. This was definitely a bad idea but I wanted to sin with the devil. “Josh..What are you doing?” Hungry, wet, and deviously slow kisses lined my thighs until he finally reached my lace-clad pussy, pulling the fabric to the side. A guttural, breathy moan swept past his lips as he continued his kisses, starting from my already throbbing clit and moving down with ease before swiping his tongue back up. Josh repeated the process, greedily slipping his tongue in between my folds, teasing my entrance without ever prying his gaze from me. “M, don’t ask questions you know the answer to.” Anchoring his hands against my thighs to keep my hips still, he swirled his tongue over my clit, tracing patterns and gently sucking for the perfect amount of friction to watch my body writhe under his grasp. “Fuck, M.” Watching me unfold was fuel to the fire that was already ignited in his core, raging to feel, taste and fuck me until we were both sweat-slicked and breathless. Lapping up my wetness with the flat of his tongue, his lips went back to work on my clit, sucking and dragging tight circles of added friction while his fingers slipped in between my legs, massaging my soaked folds. “You are mine.” Lifting his head up and abandoning my clit momentarily, he slowly sank his middle and index finger into my entrance; ravenously licking his lips as he watched in awe at how perfect my walls constricted around his digits. “You belong to me.” Josh pumped his fingers in and out at an agonizingly slow pace for the both of us, muttering a series of curses under his breath. “You burn for me and me alone.” A smirk ghosted across his features before he rolled his tongue back to its rightful place against my clit, sloppily tracing the letters of his name along the aching nub; all while keeping up with the pace of his fingers. “Wake up, Emerald, and come back to me.”

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My eyes sprung open, whiskey-tainted hues scanned the dark room as I swiftly lifted myself upward and pulled the dark duvet against my chest. “I’m coming..” Those were the words that managed to escape from my throat and at that moment, I knew that I could never let him go, and no matter what had happened between the two of us…my heart belonged to him.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 —𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐱, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭, 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡."

[holylulusworld]

Broken Wings - Part III

Summary: You and the Winchesters are best friends since childhood. You hunt and live together. What happens when one night changes everything and they lose their best friend?

Pairing: Dean x Reader x Sam, Castiel, Claire Novak, Jody Mills, Donna Hanscum, Garth (mentioned)

Warnings: language, sadness

1 month later

“No, Garth I don’t know where Y/N is. She’s my friend but she doesn’t tell me everything.” You can hear Jody on the phone. Poor Garth he’s a good guy, but you can’t let him know where you are.

“I’m sorry you had to lie because of me, Jody.” You say.

“Y/N, it’s okay. Garth would tell the Winchesters where you are and they would hurt you again. You’re a friend.” Jody says and Claire nods.

“Yeah, but Sam and Dean are you’re friends too.”

“But sister goes for mister! Got it? They hurt you, they hurt us!” Claire says.

“You two are amazing! Thanks a lot!” You say. “But still I really need to find an apartment.”

“No, you don’t! You can stay here as long as you want and I’m more relaxed when you stick around at Claire’s hunts.” Jody says.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, we are.” Claire answers before Jody can. “Jody, Alex, I and the other girls love to have you around and you’re a badass hunter. We never saw a better hunter, well except two brothers we won’t mention here.”

You smile, nodding.

3 months later

“So, Donna what kind of monster is it? Vamps got it, I’m on my way. Don’t go in alone, wait for backup, I’ll be there in an hour.

You killed all the vamps, no one got hurt. Good day! “Donna, are you alright?” you say, stuffing the machete back into your jacket.

“Yeah, I’m bloody from head to toe, but it’s not my blood so I’m fine.” Donna answers.

“Good, I’m going to burn down the barn, keep an eye on the street. We don’t want to get caught, burning down a house full of dead vamps.” You say.

Donna nods making her way back to her car.

You open the trunk of your stolen car to get the gasoline canisters.

The barn slowly burns down. Suddenly you hear muffled voices. You grab your weapon and hide behind the car. ‘Shit, more vamps? I hope Donna’s alright.’ You think to yourself. The voices come closer to the car, your phone vibrates… it’s a message from Donna.

“Y/N, you got to hurry up and get away from there. The Impala, Deans Impala. It’s parked next to my car. The Winchesters, they’re here.

 “Shit.” You mumble to yourself.

You crawl under the car, trying to hide, maybe they won’t see you. They don’t know the car cause; well you stole it to clean out the vamps nest and leave it behind.

“Dean, you sure she’s here?” Sam asks.

“Yeah, it’s a nest. Garth said all the nests nearby Sioux  Falls vanished. I know her hunting “style”. I know how she works, thinks, kills, it’s her.” Dean states.

“Why didn’t Jody tell us?” Sam asks.

“Dude! She’s Y/N friend, just like Claire and the other girls and I’m pretty sure she told her… well … everything.” Dean says motioning into your direction.

“Yeah, but that was Donna’s car over there. She would…”

“No! She wouldn’t tell us anything, because she’s her friend too. We are the bad guys, remember?” Dean yells.

“Shit, they move toward the car. No way out. No way to run. Stupid idea, should’ve ran toward the forest.“ You mumble.

“Will you come out or do I have to crawl under the car too, Sweetheart?” Dean asks.

“Fine! You found me! Ten points! Now go, both of you!” you snap.

“Not going to happen!” Dean states, Sam remains silent looking down, too afraid to look you in the eyes.

“Fine, then I’ll leave.” You say.

“Nope. You’re coming with us!” Dean says grabbing your arm.

“Winchester you’ve got 10 seconds to let go or I’ll kick your sorry ass.” You sass back.

“Sweetheart, please, let us explain.” Dean pleas.

“First, Winchester let go of my arm. Second, I don’t need your explanations, I know what I saw and Third don’t call me Sweetheart, I’m not one of your whores!” you yell.

“Y/N, please.” Sam begs. “Ah, he’s got his voice back!” you snarl.

“Now let go of me!” you yell again.

Your phone starts vibrating, it’s Donna. “Y/N, I’ve got a radiogram, they are on their way to our position, I think someone saw the fire.”

“Shit, Donna. Okay you need to leave.” You say.

“But! What about you?” Donna asks concerned.

“Don’t worry the Winchesters will give me a ride. Now go. I don’t want you to get fired!” You say, hanging up the phone.

Dean looks hopeful, releasing your arm.

“Okay we got to get away from here; the cops are on their way! You drive me back to Jody’s house; it’s a 30 minutes drive, that’s all the time I give the two of you.” You say running toward the Impala.

In the car…silence… No one wants to talk first…

“You see…we didn’t know you love us, both of us, not in you know, a romantically way. We thought you love us as friends and when you told Castiel you love him, we thought, ya know…” Dean stammers.

“Cas heard my prayers and found me crying and hurt. He read my mind and knew what happened. I was embarrassed that I said I love the both of you, so he suggested I should do…well what I did.”

“But… Why did you do that?” Sam asks.

“The morning after I woke up alone and I heard everything…” you say sad.

“Oh…” Sam stammers refusing to look you in the eye.

“I wanted to forget and get over it. But then you…both of you fucked that slut… and that proofed me right… I was just an easy lay, a toy to play with, a boring toy. I wasn’t “good” enough in bed, so you found someone better.” You whisper, tears streaming down your face.

Dean drives into a sideway, hidden in the forest. “Why do you stop here?” you ask confused.

“We need to talk.” He says. Getting out of the car and opening the door to the backseat. He sits next to you. You flinch away from him, he tries to grab your hand but you move it away.

“Don’t. Don’t touch me! You two will never touch me again.” You scream.

“Baby, please let me explain. We thought it was just sex for you, you know to loose your virginity and you could have done it with any other guy. But, you know we were available.” Dean tries again.

“Do you really think I would have done this with two other guys? Do you? I AM NOT A WHORE!!! I did it with both of you because I waited so long for both of you to…” You don’t end the sentence…

“You waited for us?” Sam asks.

“You mean to take your virginity?” Dean asks taking your hand into his.

“I…” you can only nod. You start crying. “I… thought…you love me… that I’m someone special to both of you. I thought maybe you feel the same as me.” You stammer.

“Shit, Baby Girl. We’re so sorry. We didn’t know. We…” Dean moves you onto his lap, hugging you tight, you cry into his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, I’ve ruined our friendship, I should’ve fucked with any random guy in a bar, I should’ve said no that night.” You say sobbing.

“No, Baby, no! We don’t regret a single moment. You’re the most beautiful girl we ever met - inside and outside and that night we didn’t fuck, we made love to you, you where right. But Sammy and I we thought well… we’re not good enough for you. All we can get is…well what you saw…and we’re so sorry for hurting you. That night with you was the best night in my life…you know… best sex I ever had. Not as it was dirty or kinky or what the hell you want to call it. No, it was because it was with you.”

You look into his green eyes. “So can we are friends again?” He asks.

You look at Sammy into his puppy dog eyes.  “Please, Y/N, come back!” Sam pleas.

“Only if I don’t have to see you fucking other chicks again, when you do please get a room further away from mine.” You whisper.

“Not going to happen.” Dean says smirking.

Your blood boils; they want you to come back and then this. “Really? Is that your kink? Forcing me to watch you fucking other chicks.” You try to free yourself from his embrace.

“No, no Baby. I mean we don’t need a separate room, because we only want you!” Dean says stroking your cheek.

“I… I don’t know. I mean. I can’t… I’m still hurt.” You stammer.

“We won’t force you. We wait for you, as long as you want.” Sam says smiling.

“Maybe we should be only friends.” You mutter.

“If that’s what you want. But will you come home, please?” Dean begs.

“Fine, but I need to get my stuff from Jody’s place.

“Nope. We picked her lock and grabbed all your stuff and I think Jody and the girls would kick our asses, just like Castiel did.” Dean says smirking.

“You stole my stuff? And if I would’ve said no?” you yell.

“We would have kidnapped you.” Sam says dryly.

Your eyes went wide. “Don’t look at me that was Dean’s Plan B.” Sam says.

“Really, Winchesters, kidnapping?”

“Yes!” Both say in unison.

“Fine! Get out of my seat, I need a nap. Give me a ride home, cowboy.”

Five minutes later you’re asleep. Sam looks at you in the backseat, smiling, he wishes he could just crawl in the backseat next to you. He needs to touch you, since that night he yearns for you, that’s the reason he agreed to fuck that girl, to get over you, but he can’t. Sam only wants you and he knows Deans the same, to stubborn to admit it.

You dream… You see yourself…Your wings aren’t broken anymore.

Part IV