#how he and his girlfriend give each other a little 'go get em' kiss before either of them stream

[6ix9inewiturmom]

Rated R Video (Chris’ Version) Part One

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Summary: You and chris are dating and you got invited for a special edition car video which slowly turns into chris doing everything you asked for! Chris x Fem Reader!!

Warnings: Cursing, talking of sexual acts, use of Y/N

A/N: here’s a chris version for yall chris girlys!! lemme know how yall like this one!! part 2 will be smutty so :)

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me and chris have been dating for a little over a 2 years now, chris was was absolutely perfect in every way known to man, but chris had only had 1 body before me so needless to say he a couple things to learn. his fans knew about us since about 6 months in, and i mean obviously we’ve had sex but it’s not like we’ve shared it with all 6 million of them but matt and chris thought it was a good idea to make a ‘Rated R’ video about all three of them (chris and i being a package deal) and their ‘personal’ life regarding sex mostly… i mean i was down if chris was down and boy ive only ever heard him say yes quicker then when he asked me if i was down to join the video… let’s just say nervous was not even close to what i was feeling.

“IM SITTING NEXT TO Y/N” nick yells across the parking lot of target that the boys suggested on filming in

chris rolls his eyes “she’s MY girlfriend and considering the topic don’t you think i should sit next to her?”

i laugh softly “you guys have assigned seats in the car chris, i’ll sit next to nick, don’t worry”

chris hugs me quickly placing a soft kiss on my head before entering the passenger side of the car sitting next to matt and i sit in the passenger rear seat behind him next to nick. matt sets up the camera and presses record.

“HELLO COOL CATS AND KITTENS” nick jokes

“please never start a video like that again” chris can’t help but laugh

“grumpy.. BUT since we talked about a rated R video you guys absolutely blew up talking about it on tiktok and every other form of social media so you ask and shall receive!” nick starts “BUT today we have a very special and important person in the car today.. shes my version of an ‘IT girl’ and i love her to DEATH… Y/N!” nick continues

“hiiii” i say shyly waving towards the camera

“she’s also my girlfriend nick” chris turns around and looks at nick and i with a smirk

nick brings me into a hug and holding me like a child “you know.. CHRISTOPHER… without me yall wouldn’t even know each other” nick says while petting my head in a joking manner

“okay first off, chris turn around. second nick let go of Y/N she looks like she suffocated by the way your holding her” matt spits but with a smile on his face

“okay tuff guy” nick lets me go and i get readjusted to my seat “so i asked you guys to send me some deep questions for us to answer…let’s just say there’s a LOTTT… so let’s get horny shall we” nick smirks doing a little shimmy with his shoulders.

“never say that again” matt breaths out in between laughs

“do any of you guys own any sex toys” nick says with the straightest face i’ve seen

“Y/N owns a vibrator” chris speaks up for me. i move my arm from my side and give him a light slap on his arm.

“well thank too chris for answering a question for me… might as well tell em the color” i laugh out loud

“AND ITS PINK WITH A LITTLE SPARKLE TO IT” chris yells a little too loud so again i give him another slap on his arm

“that was rhetorical chris…” i say shaking my head smiling

“you know i love Y/N like a sister and all considering she’s gonna marry my brother and all but im not sure how long i can sit through this video” nick says laughing

“matt do you own anything” chris says turning his flashlight on to interrogate him

“it’s just me and my left hand as far as i know” matt says holding up his left hand and moving it a little in a motion of ‘jerking off’

“OKAY NEXT QUESTION” nick stops matt abruptly “deepest sexual fantasies” nick looks up from his phone wiggling his eyes brow’s

“WELL mine would be letting my freak flags fly and go all freaky on my girlfriend” chris says smirking and shimmying in the passenger seat as a blush of embarrassment creeps up on my lips

“Y/N your turn” chris turns around to look at me with a deep stare

“ummm well i uh told chris anything he wanted to try sexually” i cringe “i would be down” i shrug my shoulders

“you don’t have ONE deep dark sexual fantasy in that brain of yours” nick questions

“well i guess to be fully submissive to someone i guess…i don’t know tho” i nervously laugh as i look up and see chris nodding his head and turning around

“matt? go on” chris says slapping matt on the arm

“not gonna lie same as chris but im single so one day” chris lets out a playful scream and attempts to dab up matt before nick places his hand in between the two

“that’s not something to dab someone up for ya freaks” nick laughs out

“NEXT QUESTIONNNN” nick says in a sing songy voice “okay most of these are about chris and matt.. really weird…” nick says almost gagging

“no way let me see” chris snatches the phone from nick ��OH MY GOD” chris yells making the entire car jump

“i told you jackass” nick snatches his phone back “OOO OKAY A JUICY ONE… how many times in one night have you done it” nick smiles

chris smiles devilishly “6” he says a little too loud and proud

“UMMM Y/N SIX FUCKING TIMES?!?!” nick says turning to me quickly

“WHATTT… you guys were in boston for 3 weeks.. i’m a woman with needs” i hold my hands up trying to defend myself and laughing

“yeah most i’ve ever done is 3…” matt says smiling at chris “you got me beat by DOUBLED” matt dabs up chris

“chris can you not” i laugh at chris

“sorry ma” he smiles at me softly before chuckling

“okay yeah on THAT note thank you guys for tuning in on this adventure of information that even i didn’t wanna know BYE EVERYONE” nick laughs as matt grabs the camera zooming into chris

“i’m gonna get laid” chris says smirking and i slap his arm AGAIN playfully

“Christopher Owen.. shush” i laugh as matt ends the video clicking the red button on the top of the camera

there was a bit of silence in the car as matt was pulling out of the parking lot that was until nick says the most out of pocket thing he’s said to me since i’ve known him

“you know if Y/N was a vibrator she would be a pink and sparkly one.. so her having one is so Y/N coded” he had the straightest face ever plastered on his face as i burry my face in my hands.

“hey don’t talk about Jennifer like that” chris laughs

“YOU NAMMED YOUR VIBRATOR JENNIFER??” nick snaps his head around to look at me

“chris over sharing is a thing and im pretty sure you have a doctorate degree in it” i say muffled in my hands

matt turns up the radio for the rest of the drive but i hear a ping from my phone as i lift it up unlocking it and noticing chris texted me… why would he text me while being in the same car.

“You won’t be walking for the next week when we get home” chris’ message read and i immediately subconsciously press my thighs together and flip my phone over and turn it downwards trying to hide my blush on my lips.

we arrived at the triplets shared home and i’ve never seen chris get out of the car so quickly and dragging my hand out of the garage.

“we’re so tired so we’re gonna go to bed love ya guys” chris yells while practically running upstairs to our shared bedroom and throwing me on the bed letting a yelp escape my lips.

“i wasn’t kidding Y/N.. you’re gonna count how many times i can make you cum in one night” chris says sternly causing a rush of wetness and heat to my core.

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HERES PART 1 OF RATED R VIDEO CHRIS VERSION!! LEMME KNOW HOW YALL LIKED THIS ONE! i tried to make it different from matt’s but LEMME KNOW! it’s a little

short but i didn’t wanna make it exactly like matt’s version but stay tuned for part 2… she’s a working progress BUTTT she’s SMUTTY

[kittyball23]

How about a short fic of how poppy was so happy that she got to dance with brozone mostly Bitty B, and Branch reminds her he not that kid anymore getting a rizz out of her but their soon kiss gets interrupted by john

Sure :)

Baby No More (a Trolls fanfic)

It was only after the exciting hype of the evening had fizzled down into something more cool and collected that Branch and Poppy found the opportune moment to do as any couple would when they had a lovely sunset and each other - take a romantic stroll along the beach.

His larger blue hand gently entwined with her delicate pink one, Branch followed alongside his girlfriend’s light, energetic steps as she merrily skipped, swinging their conjoined arms back and forth, and guiding them to and fro from the white, foamy surf as it washed up against the shore.

Branch shook his head at her antics. “Don’t you ever get tired?” he questioned.

“Nope!” she chirped, not a hint of hesitation in her voice.

“Well,” Branch began to reply, “I know I’d be after all that dancing.”

“Come on, Branch, it was fun!” Poppy chided. “What’s the use of being in a band if you can’t bust out a move, huh?”

“Singing,” the blue Troll replied easily. “Isn’t that the most important thing of being in a band?”

“The most important thing about being in a band is having fun with your bandmates and your music,” Poppy stated matter-of-factly, “and I should know since” - she paused to giggle - “I’m in a band now!” She gave a delighted squeal and stopped them in their tracks so that she could give him a big hug. “Oh thank you, so, so much, Branch!!”

“Poppy, you don’t have to thank me,” Branch wheezed, nearly out of breath from the tightness of her embrace, “I mean, you knew it was gonna happen eventually, right?”

“NO!” she exclaimed with a flail of her arms. “I was SO not expecting that. Do you know how BIG this is for me?!” She grabbed him by the shoulders and looked him right in the eyes. “I’ve been wanting to dance with BroZone since I was a little girl! Oh, and it was BETTER than I could’ve ever hoped for!”

Branch chuckled when her fangirl-mode kicked in hard, the Pop Queen fanning herself and rapidly pacing back and forth on the sand. “Oh my gosh, I STILL can’t believe it! Me onstage with The Leader! And The Heartthrob! And The Fun Boy and The Sensitive One!…”

The blue Troll rolled his eyes. “Yeah, we’re prooobably gonna have to think up new nicknames to give ‘em…”

She turned on him with a sparkle in her eyes. “Aw, and we definitely can’t forget about you, Bitty B the Baby!” She squished his cheeks in a loving manner, giggling, though Branch didn’t quite share in the amusement she had.

“... and we’re starting with mine,” he finished, continuing off of his earlier statement. He gently removed her hands from his face and held onto them firmly, speaking to her slowly so she could hear him very clearly. “Poppy, you do know that I am NOT a baby anymore, right?”

“Yeah, of course I know,” Poppy laughed. “I mean, a baby wouldn’t be able to do this, would he?” Batting her lashes, she leaned in closer to his face, eyes fluttering shut and lips puckering slightly. Branch felt his heart race. Poppy was getting far more comfortable exchanging kisses more frequently with him, and he was certainly not going to be one to deny her whenever she wanted one.

“No, he wouldn’t,” Branch whispered, right before he closed the gap and pressed his mouth to hers.  Her lips were warm and soft, perfectly smooth against his like they always were, nearly able to take him away completely from the world around him - if it wasn't for the rambunctious cheering that sounded.

“All right, YEAH! Now that’s how a man gets things done!”

Branch groaned, breaking apart from the sweet smooch earlier than he would have liked to shoot a glare at the only brother who probably would interrupt such a moment without seeing anything wrong with it (and, who always seemed to pop in out of nowhere at just the wrong moments!).

When John Dory caught his intense gaze, he became sheepish and stammered an apology. “Whoops! Oh, sorry… I guess I probably shoulda waited till afterwards to start cheerin’ then, huh?”

“Yeah,” Branch answered tersely, crossing his arms.

“Heh, my bad! Um, see you later, I guess?” JD said, not waiting for a reply and scampering off to wherever he had so suddenly come from.

Branch rolled his eyes and met Poppy’s gaze. “I think we should make his new nickname ‘The Blockhead.’”

Poppy gasped and shoved him in the shoulder. “Branch! That’s mean!”

He laughed. “It’s just a joke, Poppy, I’m kidding.”

“Good,” she huffed. Grabbing his hand, she leaned in close to him again. “Now, where were we?”

Branch smirked and met her halfway, never one to be tired of displaying his affection to her.

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(btw, @happyqueenandgrumpydork, for the other oneshot request of yours about the broppy kiss at the end of TBT, did you want the perspective of Branch or Poppy? I'm going to work on writing it this weekend 🙂)

[joelsbeard]

oh em gee i’ve literally js found ur blog and i’m in loveeeeeeee

would you be willing to give us your hcs about young!joel and readers first time?? i’m such a whore for that man<33

Hihi!! Thank you you are are so sweet 😊also thank you for the ask :) the tlou fandom for sure needs more pre-outbreak!joel content!!!! I am starved for that shit. I love hot and old ass dilf joel don't get me wrong but mannnn he was so cute when he was younger 🥲 such a lil cutie.

I've never actually thought about this because my mind always jumps to once joel and reader are in an established relationship hehe or when they're dating but not quite official yet. I'm not sure about these hc's tbh, I hope you like them!!

To start off, I don't think joel was a player in high school at ALL. Though of course, with his damn looks he could be. I might even go as far as to say I think he could sometimes give off golden retriever energy? Maybe once he gets to know you. I don't think he'd be 100% golden retriever energy lol definitely not, thats tommy haha. I imagine him only having had 1 or 2 girlfriends in high school, bc like i said i don't think he'd be a player. Flirty with multiple girls at most but I think that might be pushing it.

For some reason I feel like you would be his second girlfriend lol, with the first being eh bc you know how dating is in high school. He probably would've tried some stuff with her (😡) but still inexperienced by the time he meets you.

After some time flirting, you guys go on a couple of dates and you both really really like each other, then afterwards is when you two finally decide to take the next step 🙈

He would never pressure you to do anything you don't want, because joel miller is a gentleman!!!

Your first time would probably be at yours or his house when you were able to find time alone since he would want y'alls first time to be special

The first time you see his dick you probably panic a little and he sees the blood drain from your face because he's definitely on the more gifted side (both in girth and length ;) ), but he just pulls you in close and reassures you that it's okay if you change your mind, he doesn't want to pressure you ❤️

This is the first time y'all have ever seen each other naked and he tells you "you're so beautiful" while he kisses down your neck to your chest

Ofc he makes you cum on his fingers once or twice to make sure you're ready and comfortable, and you try to reciprocate and give him a handjob first but shortly after you start he tells you to save it for another time, otherwise he'll bust a nut before he even goes inside you because he's so horny for you LOL

You struggle a little when he first pushes inside you because he's just so big, and he tells you "take your time baby" while rubbing his thumbs across your cheeks and kissing your forehead and nose as you take more and more of him

Once he bottoms out you both sigh and you tell him to give you a minute as you adjust to him, ofc he does as you ask but you can tell he's eager to start moving inside you and he almost starts shaking with the anticipation hahahah

You have your legs wrapped around his back as well as both arms, with one hand cradling the back of his head and tangled in his soft hair as you hold his head down to yours, and he's holding himself up above you with his forearms caging your head in

Once you get used to feeling him inside you, you tell him he can start to move slowly, so he just rocks back and forth in you while y'all are making out and grinding on each other like theres no tomorrow LMAO

He lets you finish first but he comes almost right afterwards inside you, and then you guys are just laying there in your post-nut bliss✨ before he slides out of you and gets a towel to wipe you down ❤️

Then you just lay in bed together and cuddle and kiss each other as he asks you "was that okay?" and you hold his adorable face in your hands and say "it was perfect" and give him a lil kiss on the nose because he's so cute

After that, y'all be fuckin like rabbits for sure LMAO until your last days 🙏🏼 HHAHAH

I hope I did your thoughts justice hehe, i was NOT expecting to write this much lol

[callmewrinkles3]

You Belong With Me - DR3 x fem!OC

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Summary: Em’s settling into working with the boys full time, and Renault are treating her with respect so it’s a good time. Even though women want to flirt with Dan, he goes back with her every night. Maybe they do belong with each other after all.

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: Smut (oral sex (f&m receiving), handjobs, fingering, piv sex, not exactly private sex), mentions of alcohol.

A/N: Another race week, another full chapter about these two! Hopefully this is a little more interesting than Baku was. As always, if you’ve got questions or comments let us know, and thank you for loving our Emmy the same way we love her.

October 2019

They’d arrived in Austin from Mexico early on Monday morning, the four of them half stumbling off the plane and being met at arrivals by Scotty. It wasn’t a long flight, but the five am takeoff meant it was before two when they got out of bed. Could they have booked later? Probably, but Dan wanted as much time as possible in Austin and Em wasn’t going to argue about it. They made their way to the hotel and checked in, everyone going to bed for a couple of hours before getting up and meeting for lunch. Em spent half the time they were supposed to be sleeping curled up in Dan’s arms, trading lazy kisses in between naps.

The decision was made to head out that night to Dan’s favourite bar. Monday was chilled out, it was Halloween that week so any other day would be busier, and they didn’t want to deal with loads of people. It involved dirt cheap drinks and good country music. Plus a dance floor that Em knew she’d insist she wasn’t going to get on before Dan pulled her onto it. And then if she played her cards right he’d pull her into a corner to make out before anyone could see them. Just because their friends knew they slept together now didn’t mean they wanted to share all the things they did.

Unusually for a weeknight the bar was busy, a bachelorette party on one side of the bar and a couple of birthday parties there. They’d managed to grab a booth for their first couple of drinks while they teased Scotty about being a Red Bull athlete and sitting in the Racing Point garage that weekend with his girlfriend. It didn’t take long for people to start saying they wanted to dance. Blake insisted he was staying there to keep the table, Em saying she’d do the same. But before long Dan had grabbed her hand and pulled her out to dance to the bluegrass that was playing. They moved to the music, Em letting go of her nerves being in the large crowd.

Everyone was dressed for the occasion in cowboy boots and denim. She had the pearlescent pink boots that Dan had bought her the year before with a matching hat on her head, denim shorts and one of Dan’s flannels over a white tank top. She was cosy and comfy and happy being there with Dan until she could feel eyes staring in the back of her head. The way they went from her to Dan and back again. It was like a sixth sense how she could tell the girl staring at them from across the room. Her outfit looked like it came straight from 2007 Taylor Swift, long blonde hair and legs for days. Her cowboy boots were heeled and black, wearing a white handkerchief dress and a black cowboy hat on her head. Em couldn’t fight against that. She was Emma from Liverpool who’d just started working for Blake and Michael, she wasn’t any better than the beautiful personification of cowgirl Barbie. She could deal with that, she’d go back to her hotel room alone when Dan decided to leave.

But she wasn’t giving up without a fight. The girl was looking at Daniel with a smile on her face and Em decided to do what usually worked for her. She put a hand around Dan’s bicep and pulled, pointing to the bar and he followed. His hands went around her waist, one of her hands on top of his as they made their way across. Usually that stopped girls who were coming to flirt with Dan, but this time it was useless. Even Dan’s arm around her as they stood at the bar did nothing. It was like Em was completely invisible, the blonde taking advantage of them stuck in the same place to stand beside Dan and begin to flirt and all she could do was wait and listen.

“Hey, what’s your name?” Em watched from the corner of her eye as Dan let go of her and turned. She knew him so well, how flirty he was, how kind he was. How he always made people feel like they were the only person he’d ever spoken to.

“I’m Dan, and you?” He was pulling out his politeness, the way he was around sponsors and people he was meeting through work. He always took his time and asked questions and spoke carefully to them. He was raised to be a gentleman - he always was with Em, and usually was with most people - and it was clear to her he was only doing it out of politeness. It meant that she felt more comfortable ducking under his arm, holding on tightly. The clueless look on his face would have been the most adorable thing in the world to her if it wasn’t for how awkward the entire situation was.

“Amber-Lynn. It’s so good to see ya. Do y’all come here often?

“First time here.” Dan raised his eyebrows, the signal that he had no idea what was actually going on. It made her smile anyway because they just wanted their drinks and to get away. Really though, it meant that he just wanted this to be over so they could go sit back down. Get away from Amber-Lynn and spend time together.

It was a total lie that they’d never been there. Dan had discovered it his first year racing in Austin and went every year. He’d dragged her to it nearly as soon as they’d made it to Austin the year before, it was where after his DNF they’d come up with the sex ban to see if she was his bad luck charm.

She didn’t blame Amber-Lynn for flirting with Dan, she had to stop herself from drooling every time she spent time around Dan. He joked about his curls getting the girls and he wasn’t wrong bout it. He was handsome, he knew it, and Em was absolutely crazy about every single part of him. From his big smile to his nose and jaw to his tattoos to his gorgeous tanned skin to his big beautiful neck and the way she just wanted to mark it all up she loved all of him. If it was a different situation she would have tried flirting with him the second she saw him in a bar - she had flirted with him in a bar the week after they’d agreed they weren’t going to sleep together again - but she never would have done it if there was another woman holding his arm and leaning into him. Not when the guy she wanted to flirt with was holding another woman with his arm around her hip.

To everyone else it was just friends when they’d been standing against the wall. None of them realised that his hand wasn’t in the small of her back, but his fingers were inside the dark denim back pocket, cupping the swell of her ass. Nobody got to see how his fingers bounced against her, how his thumb rubbed slow circles just under her waistband to torture her. Part of it was how he kept her grounded and stopped her anxiety when so many people were around and it was a busy place, but it was also a guaranteed way to turn her into a needy mess and ruin the underwear she was wearing. The only times he took his hand away was when they were on the dance floor or going to get drinks at the bar, but then they went back to their old habits. She hated to admit that she loved it, but it was the truth. It was just another way that Dan made it clear he was right there with her.

Once their glasses were finally in front of them they went to leave, heading back to the table Blake was at. But Amber-Lynn followed, trying to get Dan’s number. Em was completely tongue tied at the sight, shocked that even when Dan gave a no she came out with offering her own. This was a new kind of ridiculousness that she had never seen before. She knew girls flirted with Dan, knew they came offering all kinds of promises and to make his dreams come true. But she never saw it so she never got jealous about it before. Generally in the paddock the rumours about her and Dan were enough to keep people away whenever the two of them were together, and it helped.

“No, thank you,” Dan said and he tried turning away but they weren’t fast enough before the blonde spoke again.

“You sure? I can make it worth your while.”

Dan’s jaw dropped and Em just watched his reaction for a moment. He didn’t give a response, instead he turned and pressed a kiss to Em’s lips, deepening it for just a moment before pecking them again and turning back. Amber-Lynn stared for a second before flouncing off and Em leaned against him.

“Did anyone see?” She asked, Dan shaking his head.

“We were behind the pillar, we’re good. A couple of hours and we can go back to the hotel?”

“Sounds nice.”

“You know I only want you, right?” He asked her and Em nodded before they went back to the table.

She slid into the bench after Dan, his hand going straight back to her pocket and rubbing those circles against her hip and upper ass. They chatted with Blake, taking sips of their drinks before Scotty came over with his girlfriend and a tray of shots to share with everyone. It was the first time Em had properly spent time with Chloe, laughing with the other woman and chatting even as she just wanted to leave. The bar was busier than expected, it was noisy, there was too much going on. She started leaning against Dan, her arms around his waist and her head on his shoulder in their universal sign of “I want to go home”. She wasn’t at the press a kiss to his jaw stage yet, but it was coming soon

Everyone always watched as they acted like that, their little ways of communicating so different to the rest of their friends. They could have conversations without words, the two of them communicating through a smile or a raised eyebrow. Even a hand squeeze could mean a million things but they always knew the right one. Michael and Blake thought it was fascinating to watch. Em didn’t fully understand it herself, but she and Dan just knew each other on that level where nothing else mattered.

“Wanna go back to the hotel?” Dan whispered into her ear, Em nodding but trying not to do it too quickly. She was tired and tipsy, and she knew in about twenty minutes she was going to go from being too clingy to being jealous. All she wanted was to be back in their hotel room in Dan’s arms. The blonde’s face was still stuck in her head, the surprise and delight that Dan was going home with Em herself and not a girl throwing herself into his arms. She couldn’t get the image of Amber-Lynn staring at Dan, at the man Emma loved more than anyone in the world, as if she owned him and Em was nothing but a bug on her shoe. But instead it was the opposite, they said goodbye to everyone and walked out, Dan taking her hand as soon as they were outside. He was getting them an Uber and she just buried her face in his chest as he kissed the top of her head.

Even in the car they stayed holding hands, the surreal nature of the situation fully hitting Em there. Dan could have gone back with anyone else that night, but instead she was the one going with him. She didn’t know how she’d become just so lucky. They were going back to the fancy hotel room that Renault had booked, and Dan was going to fuck her brains out because that’s what he always did when he was this clingy as they went back to wherever they were spending that night. It was a beautiful thing in a city she’d grown fond of.

They’d barely made it into the elevator when Dan’s hands were pulling her close, deep kisses as they went to their floor. She was smiling through them, watching Dan’s lust blown eyes stare deeply at her, his lips perking up in a smile.

“You look so fucking pretty,” he murmured in between kisses, only stopping as the doors opened. Em’s hand was wrapped in Dan’s larger one as they half walked, half stumbled to the door. She managed to wave her keycard in front of it and get the door open, laughing at Dan’s movements.

Once the door was closed she was pinned against it. One of Dan’s hands was at her neck, thumb stretching to press against her lips. Em opened her mouth and began to lick softly at the digit. Revelling in the groan Dan let out she pushed against him. Her legs were held apart and need began to run through her as his free hand crept under the tank top she was wearing, pushing the front of it over her head and around her shoulders.

“Danny, don’t tease me. Please, Babe,” she groaned out as the familiar fingers traced the cup of her bra.

“That’s what you were doing all evening. Being so cute. I bet you’re soaked, right?” He let go of her neck to open her shorts, his thumb leaving her mouth with an obscene pop. It took no time at all for two long digits to get inside her underwear and make Em groan. “Let me hear you. You don’t need to be quiet here, promise.”

She couldn’t stop her hips from moving without her realising, pushing against nothing in an attempt to find friction. She felt one finger enter her before the second one joined it, her groan muffled by his shirt. Dan knew every single way to make her body fall apart, keeping her steady as the sound of her wetness pulling him in filled the room.

“More, please?” She asked without realising, a grin on his face as he realised.

“Your clit?” A nod the only response as his lips latched onto her upper chest. Em knew she was a debauched mess, shorts and underwear pulled down around her thighs, tank top up and half over her head. The awkward way it was wrapped around her arms made her tits stick out and Dan took full advantage of his access without her hands able to fist his hair.

Her orgasm grew in her belly, pants and groans mixed with Dan’s non stop pressure. Her head fell back against the door as she opened her mouth in a soundless scream. Pleasure went through every cell in her body, if it wasn’t for Dan holding her up she’d have fallen from the force of it. Once he coaxed her through it he carefully pulled his fingers out and licked them clean of her.

“I told you. I only want you.” She pulled him for a kiss, her boobs pushing against his still clothed torso but she didn’t care. He was there and Dan always did this and always made sure she was happy and satisfied when they had sex. This time she pulled him back towards the bed. She pushed his shirt off and they pulled the others pants down, Dan sitting on the bed and pulling Em into his lap.

“Wanna watch you ride me. Will you do that Baby girl?” Em was unable to deny him anything when he looked like that. She leaned down to take him into her mouth for the shortest few moments, pressing kisses and licks up his dick to make sure he was fully hard. She didn’t actually need to, but she couldn’t resist it purely for the little moan Dan always let out. She crawled up his thighs, her arms around his neck as he slid into her. It was perfect and took her breath away like every single time.

“Missed this,” Em moaned as she took his earlobe between her teeth and nibbled lightly.

“It’s been two days, Baby. You feel so good. So, so good for me. My best girl right here who takes me so well.” His dirty talk continued but Em barely heard it as she was lost in sensation. Her lips moved and pushed kisses up and down his jaw. She wanted to lean in and suck a mark, make him hers, but she stayed away. Dan’s fingers dug into her hips and helped her keep her pace, bouncing up and down in his lap. She let out random noises without meaning to, Dan tightening his grip on her when she did.

“You always make that noise whenever you’re close. Such a cute little squeak from my cute girl. I love hearing it from you Baby.” She pushed faster, her fingers on her clit as Dan kept going. She couldn’t tell when her orgasm hit but she knew Dan’s wasn’t far behind. His hips stuttered against hers as he came, pulling her tight against him. They both fell back against the bed as they realised where they were and what they were doing. Kisses were pushed to her head and she smiled, holding on for a moment before she knew she had to let go and clean up.

But Dan let go of her first, going into the bathroom. A moment later he was back, helping Em off the bed and kissing her cheek. There was a towel and warm water for her to clean up. On the bathroom counter was one of the merch prototypes for her to sleep in. When she got back to the bed she was slightly tipsy and warm and cosy, Dan pulling her in for a final kiss before they were going to sleep.

Tuesday was the second day of her fake weekend so she spent it wandering Austin. There was the offer of a rental car from Renault, but she turned it down in favour of using Uber or buses to really get to grips with the city. There was a store offering custom denim and she decided to go in for a look at it. Instead of just looking, she bought four pairs of jeans that were made to measure for her. The fabric felt good against her skin, and the staff were lovely. Part of her was terrified to spend so much money on clothes. She was a Primark girl at heart even though the bag on her arm was thousands of pounds. Dan had insisted that she got paid a large amount of money because of the work she was doing after their conversation in Russia, and he’d insisted on back pay for her too. Her bank account was healthier than it had been in years.

But she was photographed on a regular basis now, and while Renault let her wear team gear for work she still had eyes on her. People had commented when she wore the same pair of vans to work for a full weekend. This way she could have comfy jeans that worked well for her. She picked up a denim jacket too, and the tailor promised that they’d not only have the clothes ready for her by Friday, but they’d get delivered to COTA to make sure she got them.

“Are you sure? I can try come back in, I think we’re in Austin till Monday,” Em said as her offer was waved away.

“It’s fine. Do you have an office for me to say it’s for?”

“Say it’s for Daniel Ricciardo, care of Emma Smyth. That way it’ll get to me.”

“Of course. And if you need anything let me know.”

She got texts from Dan while she was sitting in a Starbucks. He was working out with Michael before doing interviews for Renault about his new teammate, and she just replied with photos of her drinks. The photo of the barbecue she was eating got a “EMMMMYYYYYY” in response, but she put her phone down and enjoyed it. Smoked chicken, mac and cheese, and a garlic dill pickle were perfect. It was even nicer that none of it was mixed together so she could really enjoy it. From there she walked through the UT campus and found a bench to sit and read on. The last thing on her day off was a trip to Lyndon B Johnson presidential library. It was full of history and fashion and things that happened in the 60s in the US and she loved every minute of it.

Dinner that night was the six of them - her and Dan with Blake, Michael, Scotty, and Chloe. From Thursday Chloe was in the Racing Point garage with her brother which meant they would barely see each other. She was someone Em could see herself being friends with long term and they swapped phone numbers over plates of food. Neither woman spotted the slightly widened eyes that Scotty and Dan gave each other at the rapidly forming friendship. If they had, the response would have just been laughter. It was a good night to have before the chaos of COTA and the US Grand Prix began the following morning.

And begin it did. Her alarm went off at six, Em rolling out of Dan’s arms grumbling. He was getting up too to work out, and when he got back she was showered and changed. Her foundation was nearly finished and she frowned, trying to get the last out of the bottle. She should have gone to Sephora the day before.

“Everything ok?” Dan asked and she held up the almost empty Rimmel tube for him to see. Less than a minute later there was a glass bottle sitting in front of her and Em looked up at him.

“I bought a new party shirt. Figured you could do with new foundation, the sales assistant helped me pick your shade.”

“Danny…” She trailed off looking at the bottle. Accepting something like this felt too much. He was constantly buying her bags or shoes or accessories and it always felt strange to take them.

“Consider it for work. You need new foundation, we’re getting photographed today. It’s the UT stuff before a load of sponsor stuff, right? With my helmet launch?”

“Yeah, it is.” She accepted the work excuse and decided to go with it, opening the bottle and pumping out some of the liquid. He’d gotten her shade perfect, Em spreading the liquid on her skin and patting it in. The rest of her makeup didn’t take long and she was ready to go by the time Dan was showered and changed. His curls looked perfect and she couldn’t help but steal a kiss from him before they left the room.

UT was busy. The deal had been that Dan was showing how much of a football fan he was with a Longhorns inspired helmet, looking almost exactly like a football one. Em was there in the background as his assistant, iPad in her arms as she tracked what they were doing. Dan was in his element while he showed off for the students. The cheerleaders were doing a performance that she watched and Em started feeling self conscious around them.

It was stupid. She was nearly thirty, of course she didn’t look like a teenager. But the night in the bar had started her insecurities going wild and this was nearly as bad again. Just the idea that she and Dan wouldn’t have the same kind of time together. It was weird and kind of hurt and she stood as in the background as her black and yellow shirt would let her.

“You ok?” Dan asked as he came over and she nodded her head.

“Never better Danny. Just tired.”

“Y’know, right? It’s you and me.” He reached out to squeeze her hand and she squeezed back to let his words wash over her.

“I know. You know too?”

“Always, Emmy.”

The next two days just felt like constant work and she was thriving on it. Race weekends had a carefully constructed schedule down to the minute and she knew exactly what she was doing. It was standing in the background watching interviews happen, or running between Renault and the FIA if something was needed. Officially she shouldn’t have, but when Cyril mentioned he needed someone to do something she volunteered when there was time. Everyone had to pitch in together and she was happy to.

During FP2 someone found her in hospitality, depositing a parcel for her. It was her jeans and she grinned before wrapping them back up to bring with her to the hotel. It was constantly running doing things, making sure that the weekend was kept on track for them. Em barely remembered what she was doing between sleeping and back to the track. Her usual broken race weekend sleep continued, but it was a little bit easier than usual. Maybe it was Austin or maybe it was the good mood in the Renault camp but it was everything for her.

It was getting ready for the race when Dan noticed her jeans. Em could feel him eyeing her up from across the hotel room as she slipped her feet back into her cowboy boots. Instead of her traditional Renault gear she’d put a Longhorns jersey on, Dan grinning and pressing a kiss to where her neck and shoulder met.

“Are you sure we have something to do today? We can totally stay here,” he murmured but Em turned around to look at him.

“You have a race, mister. A race where I’m so confident you’re going to get good points today.”

“Oh really? How confident?” A raised eyebrow made Em feel brave.

“Blowjob confident, Baby. Finish above ninth and I’ll give you one the second we’re alone.” Dan squeezed her, pulling her in for a kiss before they had to go be professional and get their shit done. But they squeezed hands before leaving the room, Em’s iPad and schedule firmly in the Kate Spade tote bag she loved. It was the first one Dan had bought her that she accepted from him because it wasn’t too expensive and it fit everything she needed for a busy race day. It didn’t take long for him to get her others, but she still came back to the original one.

The morning of the race was always weird for her. She met Chloe for breakfast in the paddock, feeling awkward sitting in Racing Point hospitality even though she knew it was ok for her to be there. Chloe’s dad introduced himself too, and Em waved at Lance when he spotted her there. She didn’t know the younger Canadian well, but she knew he was friends with Dan’s teammate for next year and Dan got along with him. It was more than enough for her to like him.

Before long it was back to the garage, her earplugs in before she slipped her well used headphones on over them. Em stood beside Blake while everyone went on the grid. Technically her pass let her onto the grid, but she never did it. She’d rather stay there and know she was where she belonged than risk making a mistake. So she watched as everyone started coming in and the formation lap happened, and the Sky F1 commentary was piped into her ears with lights out and away we go.

Every single race meant she worried about Dan. She worried about going into turn one, about racing incidents, about something just breaking mid race. But she watched as he kept going and pushing forward, careful overtakes and following strategy. She stayed there in her spot for the entire 56 laps, eyes on the yellow dot on the map that marked Dan’s car. As long as she lived the adrenaline would never stop, the worry she felt watching him slip into the car. She couldn’t imagine watching him getting into one without the halo on, but she knew he was more used to driving without it than with it.

The final lap her heart was in her throat as Lando seemed to catch up, but Dan managed to get through the chequered flag in sixth. The garage was cheering and she grabbed Blake into a hug as they celebrated. It had been such a hard couple of weeks with races and this was huge. Both drivers in the points, Renault as good as assured fifth in the constructors unless something huge happened. Considering how the season had begun it was good news. Dan grabbed them both in for a hug when he got back after doing his media round, slipping behind a stack of tyres to kiss Em in celebration. Usually she’d refuse, but she couldn’t help kiss him back quickly before he went for a debrief.

The plan was set, they were heading out to a bar Dan knew about for drinks, Scotty declining his and Chloe’s invitation to spend time with her family. While Dan was debriefing Em agreed to pack up Dan’s bag from his driver’s room. She’d gotten everything together and was sitting on the massage table, legs swinging from the height as she waited. Could she head downstairs? Sure. But Dan had completed his end of the bet, she wasn’t going to make him lose out on it.

“Ready to go? I figured we can head out and shower in the hotel before barbecue and drinks.” Dan grinned seeing her, his hands on either side of her hips as he kissed her.

“Nearly. I believe I promised something the second we’re alone.”

“I figured the hotel.”

“Nope.” Em reached up to kiss him before pushing Dan away slightly, sipping off the table and getting onto her knees. His hands moved to the side of her head as Em stared up with wide eyes and puckered lips. Her hands were quick to undo his jeans and pull them and his briefs down so she could pull him out. Dan was half hard without her touching him but once she began kissing up and down his shaft and moving her hand before she began working him fully.

She didn’t know how long she knelt there, head bobbing up and down with Dan’s hands in her hair as he murmured praises to her. Before Dan she’d hated going down on anyone, but the constant praise and support from him meant it had become easy now. She hummed the way she knew made him go insane, feeling him against her throat as his hips thrust shallowly.

“Fuck, Emmy, Baby, I’m gonna cum,” It was a strangled groan as Dan did, Em not moving away until he was finished. She pulled off as he half sagged against the massage table. He helped pull her up from the hard linoleum floor and pulled her in for a hug. Dan leaned in to kiss her as she went to move away, putting himself back together with his free hand.

“Congrats on sixth, Danny.” She grinned and he dove in for a kiss, tasting and holding her closely.

“You’re amazing, you know that right? Like you didn’t need to do that.”

“I wanted to.” They stayed like that making out until a knock on the door disturbed them.

“You two nearly ready? People are starting to wonder where the fuck Dan is!” It was Blake, and Em blushed while she leaned her head against Dan’s chest.

“Yeah Em was filling me in on the off week stuff! We’ll be out in a few.” He looked at her and had a soft smile, pressing another kiss to her forehead. “I swear if we didn’t need to get out of here I’d have you across that table right now. But that’d take at least an hour and we don’t have time for that.”

“Smooth, Ricciardo. Smooth.” She checked herself in the mirror before picking up her bag and making sure she was presentable to leave.

“I try. New jeans?”

“I found a place that does custom denim. Was it a good idea?”

“My emotional support ass looks excellent in them.” She laughed but Dan pulled her back before letting them leave. “You always look good. Do they feel good?”

“They’re soft. Even the seams feel good.”

“It’s what you deserve, Emmy. We can go into it tomorrow to take a look?”

It was a squeeze of her hand before they left, Em slightly ahead of Dan so he could watch her ass move in the dark denim. Talking to everyone was fun, the travelling staff planning on going to the hotel bar for drinks and food before the early flight in the morning. Instead she was heading back to the UK with the boys on Tuesday morning. It was a wave and a promise to talk to people in the factory next time she was in Enstone as she left with everyone.

They stopped at the hotel to change before food, the four of them sitting around a table at a barbecue restaurant with food placed in front of them. All of the sides came in giant baskets to be split between them, but Em’s brisket came on its own plate so she could have that at least. She was happy enough with that, but a few moments later a plate was put in front of her with fries and broccoli just for her. A glance at Dan told her everything she needed to know about the reason she had it.

The bar choice that night was a random place advertising line dancing that they ended up in, a couple of other drivers arriving too. Charles came to their booth with Pierre, the two speaking in French while Em held on a little with them.

“Anglais? Ma français n’est pas bien mais je suis bourré.” She got the words out to make Charles laugh, Pierre surprised at her language skills.

“Je te l’ai dit! Elle dit français. Sorry, Ems, we’ll stick to English. Pear didn’t think you actually spoke French.”

“E tu aiuti l’Italiano! But no, that’s my language skills. How’re you boys doing? Is this as fun as Vegas for you Charles?”

“Eh.” Pierre wriggled his hand and Charles shook his head, so she decided the best thing to do was get a tray of shots for the table. Was it healthy? No. But she knew secondhand what the Red Bull pressure was like and had seen how this year had been for him. If she could make it a little easier she would for the Frenchman.

It wasn’t long until Dan came over to her, pressing kisses to her cheek and holding her tight. She leaned against him and missed his first question until he spoke again.

“Wanna go back, Babe? I think I owe you.” She flushed but the dark of the bar stopped it from being obvious as she said her goodbyes, the two of them leaving to get a cab back to the hotel. Dan’s hands barely left her for the entire trip, and as soon as they made it to the hotel room he had her up on the desk as he got to his knees for one of his favourite things.

After they were both completely satisfied and ready for bed they were curled up, Dan’s arms around her as her head lay on his chest.

“I really like Austin,” Em whispered lowly to not break the calm of the night. “Last year I kind of hated it here after your DNF. But I like the city now I’ve spent time here. You spend more time in LA than here though, right?”

“Yeah. Austin’s great though. I keep thinking I should be here more. Maybe we could go on holiday?”

“That’d be nice. It’s the kind of place I could see bringing our kids. I think they’d like somewhere like this.” Her words slurred as sleep pulled her under, but Dan stayed awake for another half hour running her words through his head. Kids with Emmy? He’d never seen a future with a specific woman in his life. But he could see it with her.

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[linawritestwst]

ooo, requests? dont mind if i do x) if i may, i'd like to request smth for this scenario with octavinelle(seperately), established relationship; its the dorm sorting ceremony and you are sorted into the same dorm as 'em! Once you are free to go, you run up to them and hug them because you're happy you'll get to stay close together <3 ideally fem reader but i'm okay with GN too, of course! i doubt you're surprised i requested fluff www feel free to add a boy of your choosing too if you'd like ofc

being sorted into octavinelle headcanons (fem!reader)

hehe, it's okay, there's nothing wrong with fluff <3 i hope you like these!

azul ashengrotto.

♡ it's your dorm sorting ceremony! finally! you're so excited, but a little bit nervous too, of course. and you're not gonna lie, you would love to end up in the same dorm as your boyfriend. though it is a little hard to imagine yourself as an octavinelle student. but hey, a girl can dream! you notice azul in the crowd and wave at him, smiling. he tries very hard to stay serious, but he just can't ignore you and he smiles right back at you and nods. you know that he also wants you to be sorted into his dorm, even if he doesn't talk much about it. no matter how much azul tries to hide it, he always misses you a lot and he feels extremely lonely when you're not around, even when he has tweels by his side.

♡ when it's your turn, you can feel azul looking at you even when you can't turn around and check it. you know that he's just as nervous as you. you can hear jade and floyd teasing him about how he looks even more anxious than you and you try really hard not to laugh. you take a deep breath and let the dark mirror make its decision. when it finally announces that you are now an octavinelle student, you immediately turn to azul and show him your brightest smile. it takes some time for azul to process what just happened, but when he realizes that now his beloved and precious girlfriend will be in the same dorm as him, he can't help but smile too.

♡ you're so happy, right after everything is over, you run to azul and hug him. this is so sudden for him, but you know well that he actually wanted you to do this. maybe you actually should kiss him- oh, okay, fine, mr.dorm leader, you can't do that in front of everyone, got it. but wouldn't it be nice to show everyone just how sweet and loving azul's girlfriend is? you know that azul actually wants everyone to see it. but oh well, guess you'll have to wait until the ceremony is over.

jade leech.

♡ you're a bit scared. what if you get sorted into your least favorite dorm? what if your dormmates won't like you or you won't like them? you also wish you could get sorted into the same dorm as your boyfriend. wouldn't it be so nice? hehe, you'll get to see each other and talk to each other every day.. of course, you're sure that you and jade would stay close even if you end up being in different dorms, but still.. it would be so much easier to just be in the same dorm as him.

♡ jade notices you looking nervous and walks up to you. it's okay, it's not your turn yet and he's sure that crowley won't mind. he helps you calm down and tells you that this dorm sorting ceremony is not as important as you think it is. sure, maybe you will end up in a different dorm, but it doesn't mean that jade will love you less or he will forget about you. he jokingly asks if you're afraid of him falling for one of the new octavinelle students and you make him take these words back while he just laughs though that thought does scare you a little. when it's almost your turn, jade tells you that everything is going to be fine and goes back to azul and floyd. you feel like he was about to kiss you on the cheek before leaving, but he either remembered that there's too many people.. or he's just playing with you again.

♡ when you're finally sorted into octavinelle, you forget about all your worries and run to jade, giving him the tightest hug that you could possibly give. you're just so happy, you hope that jade is just as happy as you. his face expression stays the same, but he hugs you back and you know that he's happy to welcome you into his dorm. ah, you should take your revenge, by the way. you kiss him right on the lips, not caring what others might think. congratulations, you've managed to surprise even someone like jade. it's not like he's against this though. floyd whines and says that you two will never stop being this gross now that you two are in the same dorm.

floyd leech.

♡ it's your dorm sorting ceremony, wow!! you really hope that the dark mirror will sort you into octavinelle, you want to be in the same dorm as your boyfriend so much.. also you're just afraid that floyd will break the dark mirror for sorting his girlfriend into a different dorm or something. you've already noticed him staring at it for quite a while. is he already planning something? you wonder if floyd can feel how nervous you are right now. what would he say to you in this situation? probably something like "you're gonna be fine, shrimpy, don't worry~"

♡ when it's your turn to be sorted, you turn around and see floyd looking right at you. when he notices you looking back at him, he smiles and it's very hard for him to control his excitement. his girlfriend is finally getting sorted!! it better be octavinelle. you walk to the dark mirror and pray that floyd doesn't get too sad or disappointed. of course, you know that you will still see each other often even if you get sent to a different dorm, but still, it would be so nice to see and talk to floyd anytime you want. you're sure he feels the same way.

♡ .. you're an octavinelle student now! you can exhale now. before you even do or say anything, floyd runs up to you and hugs you, making you both fall on the ground. you know that you should get up, you're not the last student to be sorted, but it feels so nice to just lie in floyd's arms like this. even if you two are lying on the floor right now and crowley is telling you to get up. come on, can't you get at least one cute moment with your boyfriend? oh well, now you know that your life in nrc will be full of cute moments like that.

[uramilf]

Day Eight - Eggnog and Mulled Wine

“Babe, are you ready?” Y/N called down the hall to Matty. “Coming now!” They were headed off to George and Charli’s place for one final get-together before Christmas. It was the first time they’d properly be hanging out with the group since Matty and Y/N got together, minus the night everyone found out about their relationship.

Matty came out of the bedroom with his tie hanging loosely around his neck, smiling in disbelief when he laid eyes on his girlfriend. “Fuck, baby. You look perfect.” She smiled back and turned round to show off the back of her sparkly red dress. “You like?” “I love,” he groaned. “I don’t think George would care if we were a bit late.” “Absolutely not, we’re not gonna see them until after Christmas! C’mere.” She pressed a quick kiss to his lips before tying his tie in a neat knot. “Fine, let’s go.” He took her hand and they left the house together. The car ride was full of laughter and bad singing to Christmas songs on the radio. Presents for their friends were laying in gift bags on the back seat, so many they weren’t sure they would get them into George’s house in one run.

They managed to get all the presents inside and started greeting their friends, everyone cooing over Adam and Carly’s son who had just started walking. Matty couldn’t help but smile softly at the sight of his girlfriend holding a baby. “I know it’s early days, but this is making me want kids,” he whispered to her with a smile. “Good, so I’m not the only one with baby fever.”

Charli seemed to appear out of nowhere behind them laughing. “Baby fever? Good. Do it.” “Em, we’ve been going out for less than a month. Do you wanna fuck off?” “Matty!” Y/N hissed, gesturing to the baby on her hip. “You know he’s starting to talk now, do you really want him to learn that word?” “Yes, absolutely. Hann would hate it.” “What would I hate?” Adam called from across the room. Y/N, Matty and Charli looked at each other and burst out laughing. “Nothing!”

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The group settled back into the living room after dinner. There wasn’t enough room of the sofas and chairs for everyone, so Carly sat in Adam’s lap whilst Charli played with their son on the carpeted floor. Matty was drinking a glass of eggnog (which he hated, but it was such a nice Christmas cliche and he wanted to feel included) while Y/N sipped on some mulled wine that Carly had made.

“So, Denise’s for Christmas?” George asked Y/N. “Yeah, I’m a bit nervous if I’m honest.” “Don’t be, she’s going to absolutely love you. Didn’t you see her on Loose Women last week saying she sometimes prefers her sons’ girlfriends to them?” “No chance you watch Loose Women,” Y/N giggled. “To see my second mother? Absolutely!” “It’s true,” Charli piped up from the floor. “He loves it.”

“We’d better head off,” Carly said, reaching down to pick up her son and giving Charli a kiss on the cheek. “This little man needs to go to bed!” “Yeah, I should go too. I’m heading to Mum’s for Christmas tomorrow, long drive ahead of me,” Ross yawned, playfully ruffling the baby’s hair. “Thanks for the lovely dinner, Char.”

George showed them all out after a few hugs and Merry Christmases. Charli stood up and stretched, before saying “Y/N? Can you come help me in the kitchen for a minute?” “Yeah, of course.” “I’ll come help with the dishes,” Matty offered, standing up, but Charli shot him a look and said “No, it’s fine. We need a girls chat anyway, it’s well overdue.” Matty raised his hands in surrender and leaned back in his chair as George re-entered.

“So. Meeting the parents?” Charli grinned. “Yeah. How long did it take for you to meet G’s parents?” “A few weeks, about the same as you. But I wasn’t staying there for the holidays. You must be scared shitless.” “Finally someone who gets it,” Y/N sighed. “Everyone’s saying his family’s lovely, and I’m sure it’s true, but all his girlfriends before me were pop stars or supermodels. I just hope their expectations aren’t too high.” “Look, just because you’re not a model doesn’t mean they won’t love you. They’re probably bored of having the same conversations every Christmas.” “Maybe you’re right. I love Matty and that’s all that really matters, right?”

Charli’s jaw dropped before she squealed in excitement. “You love him?!” “Shit.” Y/N’s hand flew to her mouth. “I just said that, didn’t I?” “Yes!” “Oh my god. I really do love him.”

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Meanwhile, back in the living room, Matty and George were having a similar conversation. “I’m so excited for her to meet my mum. They’re gonna love each other. She’s just so perfect, G.” “She’s great,” George agreed. “I’m really happy for you, man.” “I think I’m gonna tell her I love her tonight. Cause I do. I really do. I’ve loved her since long before the whole secret Santa incident.” “Yeah, I fuckin’ know mate! You forget I’m the one who had to listen to you talk about her every day for months.” Matty just smiled. He was gonna tell her. And he was gonna mean it, more than he had ever meant anything in his life.

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They lay tangled up in each others arms at the end of the night, opting to stay at Matty’s house so they could look after Mayhem, of course. Matty decided not to make a big deal out of it, because he was sure she already knew. He hadn’t exactly been hiding it.

“I love you, baby.” Y/N’s heart started beating faster, her breath caught in her throat. “I love you too,” she whispered.

[cloudlessly-light]

Prompt request: Hotch buying Em lingerie (ideally both a scene of him in the store and then when he gives it to her). Love your stuff so much, TIA!

Hi Anon! Thank you so much, it's always so fun to know that people enjoy these little stories of mine!

Title: Save a piece for me Summary: Aaron buys Emily lingerie for her birthday, but neither of them expect that just the sight of silk would drive him absolutely insane Word Count: 3.6k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, oral, lingerie, dirty talk, rough, multiple orgasms

October 12th, Emily’s birthday. She had never liked celebrating it and Aaron had always respected that. But every year he would give her a gift, something small that shows that he’s been thinking of her and they would spend the evening wrapped in each other if they weren’t on a case.

This year they weren’t, had gotten back the day before and Emily’s birthday just happened to fall onto a Saturday. So Aaron wanted to celebrate, just a little, because he loved her and she deserved the best that he could give her. But he knew that his girlfriend would fight him on expensive gifts and lavish dinners, so he had decided to get her something that they could both enjoy, that she wouldn’t turn away.

He finds himself in the lingerie store the day of her birthday, surrounded by bras and panties, stockings and nightgowns. He looks around the store, his eyes naturally falling onto the blacks and the reds and the lace, knew that Emily loved red and would probably chose that for herself. It had been his first choice, to buy her something tiny and red that he could rip of her body without a problem.

But then he sees something shiny in the corner of his eye, a dark, rich green corset hanging on a hanger, a matching thong beside it. He steps closer and tentatively reaches for it, feels the silk under his fingertips and an image of Emily in the emerald green flashes in his mind.

“Do you need help finding anything?” A cute clerk, young and blonde is suddenly beside him.

“I don’t think so.” He looks between the clerk and the corset before deciding right then and there that he wanted it. He gives the woman Emily’s size and she nods with a familiar smile.

“For your wife?” She asks casually when she comes back.

“Girlfriend.” He gives her an easy smile and watches as she grabs a black box and puts the lingerie in wrapped in delicate tissue paper.

“I’m sure she’ll love it.”

That same night Aaron follows her to their bedroom after dinner, his hands on her hips as he walks behind her.

“What’s this?” She asks with a smile as her eyes finds the shiny box on the middle of the bed. She knew that box, had bought lingerie from that store before and knew how much Aaron loved when she did.

“Something pretty, for my pretty girl.” He says as he kisses the back of her neck, his breath hot on her skin. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

“Honey, you shouldn’t have.” She tries, but her smile is too big, showing exactly how excited she is and she reaches for the box slowly. She pulls on the pink silk ribbon as Aaron stands behind her, his hands moving under her clothes as he continues to leave hot open-mouthed kisses along her neck and shoulder. She can already feel him against her, hard and straining inside his slacks and it makes her fingers shake slightly.

“Open it.” He  whispers and he feels her shiver as she gets the box open and then pulls the corset from the box with a low gasp.

“It’s beautiful.” She whispers as she holds it up, her eyes scanning the small details of lace and silk. Her focus on the lingerie is cut short when she feels his fingers on her jeans, popping the button and fingers sneaking their way inside her panties. “You don’t want me to put it on?” She asks breathlessly, her head falling back against his shoulder at the first swipe of his fingers against her clit.

“Later.” He tells her, his voice thick with want. “Right now, you’re going to come on my fingers, then on my tongue, and when I’ve had my fill of you, you’re going to come on my cock.”

Well, how was she supposed to argue with that?

*

He comes home a couple of weeks later and hears her in the bathroom as he makes his way towards their bedroom. The sound of water running lets him know that she’s brushing her teeth, a habit of hers that drove him crazy, the fact that she’d leave the tap on while brushing her teeth. But the irritation is quickly gone as he sees the green corset and panties laying on their bed, she still hadn’t worn it, they hadn’t had the time.

His mouth goes dry at the thought of her wearing it and without giving it a second thought he opens the door to the bathroom just as Emily bends down to spit in the sink,

“Hi honey.” She smiles, toothpaste still at the corner of her mouth. The smile is gone the moment she sees the look in his eyes, dark and wild, his eyes sweeping over her as she stands in nothing but one of his old shirts.

“Did you wear the lingerie without showing me?” He asks and it comes out low and she immediately shivers.

“No, I was going to try it on but I didn’t think you’d be home yet…”

He doesn’t let her finish whatever else she was going to say, his body already buzzing with want and he pushes her against the sink as his lips finds hers. He hears her muffled sound of surprise when he lifts her onto the sink and smiles at the way her legs automatically open so he can stand in between them.

“What’s gotten into you?” She asks once they break apart, his lips already nipping at her jaw and down her throat.

Aaron wasn’t completely sure, all he knew was the moment he laid eyes on the green silk on the bed his mind was blank with everything but how badly he wanted her. He licked over her pulse as his hands gripped her hips to pull her to the edge of the sink.

“I want you.” He mutters and Emily smirks as her hands find his belt. It clinks loudly against the ceramic as she gets it undone but neither pay it much attention as she pushes his pants and boxers over his hips.

Emily looks over his shoulder at the lingerie on the bed momentarily, briefly wonders how he would react once he actually saw it on her if just the fact that she was supposed to try it out got him like this. The thought was gone as quickly as it came, his fingers dipping inside of her and curling making her moan into another rough kiss.

Aaron pulls back to watch the way her eyelids droop as he pulls pleasure from her body, her lips parted and swollen as she breathes soft puffs of air against his face. She was gorgeous and he was his and that thought went straight to his cock.

“You’re so pretty.” He growls and her lips curl into a smile as a flush spreads over her cheeks. She kisses him again, licks into his mouth as his thumb rubs over her clit making her grind against his fingers.

“Fuck me.” She breathes desperately against his lips, her body already screaming for him.

He doesn’t need more encouragement than that and with strong hands he pulls her from the counter only to turn her around.

“Look at yourself.” He whispers against her ear before pulling the shirt of her body. There was something about the image of her completely naked and him still in his suit behind her that caused another surge of arousal to rush through his and one hand tightened on her hip while the other moved to gently hold her jaw. “Look how pretty you are.”

Emily couldn’t look away even if she tried, her eyes fastened on their reflection as he slowly pushed inside of her. She whimpered at the stretch, her eyes rolling back in her head as he pressed as deep inside of her that he could. When she looked back at him, her breathing hitched at the dark stare of her boyfriend, his jaw clenched tight as his cock twitched inside of her.

“Baby, please move.” She rolled her hips back against his as he breathed against her ear, a low grunt falling from his lips making her shiver. But he didn’t move, only kept his eyes on her as she started to move against him, creating friction for the both of them.

Aaron watched the need on her face, saw the way her eyebrows furrowed in frustration and heard the low whines and whimpers as she desperately moved between him and the sink, and smirked against her neck when her hand found his hip as she tried to get him to move. He waited another few moments, until she breathed his name with a warning tone and then quickly thrusted against her.

She hadn’t expected it, the force of his thrust almost making her fall forward and she quickly braced herself against the sink. He kept her against the sink, the porcelain pushing into her hipbones as he found a rhythm behind her. She could see the desire on his face, saw the same mad want reflected in her own eyes as he fucked into her with heavy pushes of his hips.

“Make me come.” She pleads and Aaron growls against her shoulder, his teeth bared as he bites into her skin. The pain of the bite is quickly overthrown by the pleasure of his finger on her clit. He rubs it in tight circles as his hips move harder and she arches into him. Her breath is fogging up the mirror, her heavy breaths coming in between needy moans as he pushes her towards the edge quickly.

“Look at yourself when you come, I want you to see what I see.” He huffs out as he pulls her back by a grip on her hair. “Look how fucking sexy you are when you come on my cock.” Aaron continues to rub her clit as he keeps her up by his hold on her hair and when she clenches around him he smirks knowingly. “Just like that baby, that’s my good girl.”

Emily comes with a breathless cry, her body spasming between his body and the sink and she just barely hears his words of encouragement against her ear. She keeps her eyes on their reflection, sees the way her chest heaves and the flush on her skin as she continues to tremble. Then she looks at him, his dark eyes staring at her and she clenches around him.

“Let go.” She breathes and his hold on her hair loosens and his fingers on her clit disappear and then she feels his large hands on her hips, his grip close to bruising as he fucks into her with shaky thrusts. “I want to feel it.” She encourages him as his groans grow breathy. She clenches around him again, pushes back against each of his thrusts and it’s not long until he’s coming with a sound resembling a growl.

His eyes stay on hers as he comes inside of her, his hips twitching against her as he presses as tight against her as possible. The pleasure of his release makes his brain fussy, the sound of her voice slowly bringing him back to himself as his hold on her loosens.

“That was so good, honey.” She smiles as she turns in his arms, a small whimper leaving her at the feeling of him slipping out of her. She kisses him softly, when she pulls back he keeps his forehead against hers. “Come shower with me.”

Aaron nods, the exhaustion finally hitting him as she works on getting his clothes off.

“I swear, at some point I’ll actually manage to wait until you’re wearing the damn thing.” He jokes between slow kisses and gentle touches and when she laughs, he joins her.

*

 It’s November 2nd and it’s his birthday. Just like Emily, he wasn’t big on celebrating but this year Emily had decided that they would be celebrating. Not that he knew that. He had worked late, just like she knew he would, but that didn’t stop her from lighting candles around their bedroom and pulling out the lingerie he had bought her. She still hadn’t worn it, even though he had bought it three weeks ago, but tonight that would change.

She carefully clasped the small hooks in the front, watched as the corset enhanced her chest and she smirked. She pulled on the small, matching thong and fastened the black stockings she had chosen to the carters. The black heels she decided to wear were high, the heels dangerously thin and when she looked at herself she couldn’t help to feel powerful. She never would have chosen the green color, her lingerie always red or black, but as she looked at the emerald green shining under the soft lights she couldn’t help but to admire her own reflection.

She turned on some soft jazz and there was only a few minutes until she heard the sound of their front door opening and closing.

“Emily?” Aaron called as he loosened his tie and put his briefcase down on the floor.

“In the bedroom.”

He smiles to himself as he hears the sound of music, the playlist more than familiar to him. What he hadn’t expected though, was Emily standing by the edge of the bed, in the highest heels he’d ever seen and wearing the lingerie he had wanted to see her in for weeks. He can feel his jaw drop slightly, his mind blank as he tries to take in everything from the smokey eye makeup, to the way the silk clung to her pale skin, to the stockings and shoes.

“Happy birthday, honey.” She smirks as he slowly looks at her up and down. It was rare to catch Aaron off guard, and she loved that she was able to do that to him.

“I- wow…” He took a step forward, then another and another until he could reach out and toucher her, his fingers moving over the silk. “Gorgeous thing.”

Emily lets him take it in for another moment, but she sees his tongue run over his bottom lip, catches the way his eyes darken and when he crashes his lips to hers she does nothing to stop him. She had been excited all day, had waited for this all day and she was already embarrassingly wet.

Aaron groans into her mouth as her fingers move to unbutton his shirt, her hands fast as she gets his suit jacket and shirt of him only to scratch over the exposed skin. He doesn’t stop her when she falls to her knees in front him of, only watches through harsh breaths as she continues to get him undressed. He kicks away his pants and boxers once they’re around his ancles and lets his eyes fall closed at the feel of her warm hand wrapping around him.

To her surprise he’s already hard and she licks the length of him slowly with a smirk on her lips. She takes the tip of him in her mouth and he groans, the sound sending a tingle down her spine. Her eyes stay on him as she takes more of him in her mouth, her tongue pressing against his heated skin as she start to move her head.

“Fuck, you’re so good at that.” He mumbles and she swallows around him, making his knees buckle. He can’t decide where to look, his eyes moving from the way her  lips stretch around him, to her eyes, dark and hooded as she looks up at him, to her body wrapped in the lingerie and it’s like his brain malfunctions.

Emily barely catches herself when he’s suddenly pulling her to her feet. He kisses her again, his tongue tasting the precum lingering on hers as his hands once again move over her body. He fumbles with the hooks at the front, a groan leaving him as he struggles to get them undone. After another few failed attempts, his patience runs out and he grabs the cups of the corset and tugs. The sound of ripped fabric makes her gasp as she looks at the green scraps of silk that he throws to the floor before pushing her back on the bed roughly.

He's quick to climb over her, his fingers moving through her folds to make sure she’s wet before pulling the thong to the side. He’s inside of her before she’s even had a chance to yell at him for ruining the lingerie and her head falls back at the sudden feeling of him inside of her. Aaron takes advantage of the skin exposed to him, his lips and tongue tracing over her throat as he moves with forceful thrusts.

“You feel so fucking good,” He grunts and Emily’s legs wrap around him. “soaked, and tight, so fucking perfect.”

Emily isn’t sure how he does it, but she’s coming with a broken sob in only minutes. She knows her nails are probably breaking the skin of his upper arms as she crashes into pleasurable bliss, her moans turning breathy as he continues to fuck into her.

“Jesus Christ.” She gasps as he moves up on his knees and pushes her thighs wide apart. The change of angle makes him hit into her perfectly and she desperately grabs the comforter to try and ground her. “Don’t stop.”

He almost laughs at her desperate plea, knowing that nothing could stop him at that moment. His eyes rake over her straining body, to her heels still on her feet and finally down to her face and he thinks that this is what madness must feel like, to be completely dominated by want for another person. He pants as sweat runs down his neck, his movements hard as the sound of skin slapping against skin mixes with their sounds of pleasure. He watches as Emily moves one hand from the cover to her clit, her fingers rubbing over the nub fast.

“Do it, come again.” He tells her, his voice almost unrecognizable, dark and breathy and he feels Emily clench around him again. His fingers dig into her thighs as he forces them further apart, his hips moving harder against her and her moans get louder.

Emily feels her second orgasm ripping through her hard and fast, the pleasure of it making her back arch and through the haziness she feels Aaron’s lips on her chest, his lips wrapping around a nipple roughly. It isn’t until she feels him moving up her body, his mouth ghosting over her jaw that she feels the world start to come into focus.

“Breathe, you have to breathe baby.” He whispers and she takes a few desperate breaths. He slows his thrusts as she comes down this time, only pulls back once she lets go of the comforter and he flips her spent body around.

“Aaron,” She breathes as he straddles the back of her thighs and thrusts inside of her again. “fuck.” Her eyes drift close as he pushes her down against the bed, his broad chest tight against her back as he groans his own pleasure into her skin. His thrusts turn slower, long and deep as he forces her to feel every inch of him.

“Give me one more.” He whispers against her ear and she nods through her exhaustion. His hand moves under her body and finds her clit, his fingers rough against the sensitive nub and she whines, breathy and low.

She feels him everywhere, lets him build up the pleasure slowly. His thrusts are getting sloppy and his groans are coming out louder and she knows that he’s getting close to his own release when his fingers interlock with hers next to her head. His fingers rub her clit faster, his hips push against her harder and she tries to move back against him.

“Come with me.” He grunts and she sucks in a gasp. “One more time baby.” His breath is hot against her ear, his groans rough and it’s enough to send her over the edge one more time. She clenches his fingers hard as she strains through her orgasm. Aaron feels her spasming around his cock, her walls tight and slick and it forces his own orgasm. The sound of her name rumbles through his chest as he comes hard enough to knock the air out of him, his body tensing above hers.

He only rolls off her ones she’s squirming and he lets out a breathless laugh at the euphoric bliss he feels. When he turns his head to look at her, Emily is watching him with a smile on her own face, her cheeks still flushed, her breathing still ragged.

She lets him pull her onto his chest as they lay in silence. He’s slowly moving his hands along her waist, fingers trailing along her spine as they take a few moments to just enjoy each other.

“You did not have to rip it, I know how expensive it was.” She finally mumbles into his neck, her lips curled into a smile.

“It was worth it.” He kisses her forehead. “I’ll buy you one in every color and rip those off as well.” He smiles as she laughs and lifts her head to look at him, a dirty look in her eye.

“Is that a promise?”

[madaboutmunson]

Hell Raiser - Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 |

"Ok, ok, you know what. You got me, 'm drunk. But theeee only-eee reason I am, 's becuz of your stoooopid carnival. So you can lemme in, orrr you can call the paramedics and have a big ol' scene when I try'n scale the barriers." Eddie slurred and swayed at the window reflection of the person in the ticket booth. 

The tooth-braced, acne-riddled teen rolled their eyes, "You know what? They aren't paying me enough to deal with this. I'm gonna let you in, but just go in, get your shit and leave. Otherwise, I will call the cops!" Eddie followed the sound and actually faced the kid in the booth. Narrowing one eye and slapping his hand on the window, he pressed a kiss against the glass.

“May the gods bless you in this life and the next, kid!” Eddie yelled back as he tried to vault over the barrier that, unfortunately, the kid had opened at that precise moment, and there was a rapid meeting of Eddie’s whole body and the ground. He quickly jumped back up, well, if you could call it a jump, and swayed on the spot for a moment as some giggling girls passed him by. He pumped his eyebrows at them, “Ladies,” He said with a low bow that almost sent him careering towards the ground again. He gave them his most charming smile, or at least that's how he thought it looked, but it was useless. They just kept walking.

Eddie reached into the front of his jeans, retrieving his hip flask.  He had decided that pockets would be stupid in case he got searched, not thinking that hiding it there would also look highly suspicious, possibly giving them more reasons to kick him out.  He took another huge swig of vodka, which honestly might as well have been paint stripper from its aroma and taste, and began the trek to the tent that had ruined his life.

The walk over was a dizzying mix of emotions for Eddie. He was pissed, first and foremost. This fucking scam had othered him so that even the guys that looked up to him now pitied him, and that would not do. No way. Eddie was the leader of the Hellfire Club. Eddie was the leader of Corroded Coffin. No lack of a girlfriend was gonna change that. That weird guy was gonna fix this, he’d get his girl, and everything would go back to the way it was. And that was where the second strong emotion consuming him from the guts up came into play. Every girl that passed his way, he’d give them a sweet smile and flash them his big soulful eyes hopefully, but all he got in return were looks of disgust, patronising laughter, or for a guy to step in between them. He didn't have to do this if he could find her before the tent. Each rejection fueled Eddie’s anger, not at the girls but at this carnival guy. Eddie was more than aware he wasn't a pin-up for the Hakwin’s female population, but at least he wasn’t an asshole. At least he wasn’t some hump-em-dump-em guy. At least he gave you who he was from day one.

By the time he got to the tent entrance, he had planned at least ten ways to ruin this guy’s life. He stopped for a moment, for a smoke, before he would unleash his wrath onto this creep. His eye bore holes into the ground. He wondered if he made them big enough, it might swallow him up, and this embarrassment would be over. He felt a nudge in his ribs, and a sweet smell filled the air around him. He squinted his eyes a little to find Donna, a recently graduated member of Hellfire Club. He gave her a sloppy salute as he swayed involuntarily. "Ho-ho, well, If it isn't Donna, the Delinquent," he chuckled, but his smile didn't reach his eyes. It's all a bit of show for her, "Thought you would have left this shitpit by now, dearest, for more accommodating shores," he dropped his head into a tilt. Her happy-to-see-him expression dropped to concern as her eyes studied him.

"Yeah, was gonna, but er, can't resist a carnival, you know?" She dragged her words out, still analysing him, "You ok? Because you look like hell, Ed," she said, shuffling closer.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine, just sauced," he work-laughed and tapped his hip flask.

"Well, I'm not blind, buddy. I can see that. You're just… on your own," she frowned, draping an arm around him, and it caused a wolf whistle somewhere off in the darkness.

"Even The Freak is getting his girl back," a distant voice dripping with minimal IQ shouted, and if that didn't punch him in the guts again, because he knew that absolutely wasn't true at all. Donna wasn't interested in him. She never had been. Donna wasn't interested in anything remotely like Eddie, but for appearances and comfort, he leaned his head on her shoulder. He wasn't about to tell her what was wrong. That's not how it works when you're the leader. The problems come to you, not the other way around.

Eddie still remembers the day he'd seen Donna at the cafeteria table, entirely not herself. No make-up. No zingers. No innuendos. No grand scheme for the upcoming gaming session. She stuck out at the hellfire table. She looked like she belonged elsewhere in the cafeteria and could have. She was on the cheer squad. She was stunningly beautiful, which had not escaped Eddie's notice, but people didn't often ask to join Hellfire. They'd recruit them. Except for Donna. She arranged a business exchange for drugs she didn't want just to ask Eddie privately, and for a few minutes, he couldn't believe his luck. A girl, a beautiful, popular girl, wanted to join his team, and though that wasn't impossible, it was against the odds, and there was something he couldn't quite put his finger on, so though he might flirt a little, he never pushed it, or asked her on a date. Eddie thought for a while, maybe she had a little crush on him, she absorbed his mannerisms, started dressing a bit like him on non-squad days, and Eddie wasn't above being charmed by imitation, the highest form of flattery, and as time passed, she grew more vibrant and outspoken in her own version of Eddie's shell. Until the day she made a discrete pass at the wrong girl. Looked at her a little too long and touched her arm a little too softly, and when confronted with disgusted homophobic slurs, Donna told a lie. A whopper and she was too embarrassed to tell Eddie until he'd dragged it out of her. 

Donna liked girls. She'd never had a crush on a boy. Sure, she said she'd had them, but she learned quickly her boy crushes were not romantic. They were idolic. She didn't want them. She wanted to be like them. So she had gone on dates to keep herself safe, claiming she was saving herself for the right guy or marriage, whatever kept her current beau at bay. Lucky for Donna, she wasn't the first non-straight person Eddie had ever met. Quite a few of his little flock had confided in him over the years, so though a little disheartened, he took no issue. Then she'd told him that to defend herself, she'd told the locker room, she was actually dating him, so what the other girl had rightly accused her of couldn't possibly be true, and Eddie, true to his role in the Club, simply said Ok. So they played pretend for the rest of her last year, holding hands in the halls, pretending to whisper sweet nothings to one another, but really telling the crudest joke they could, going on dates, which were really just friendly hangouts, but because of the level of their friendship, to an outsider, they looked like the most connected couple in school.

It was easy to play the part. Eddie was a great actor, as was Donna. She'd been playing a role her whole life. If he was candid, he loved the way he could see it eating away at the jocks when he'd be allowed to plant a kiss on her cheek, and they'd never been granted so much as a greeting from her. It wasn't hard for Donna to gaze lovingly at Eddie because she did love him, platonically. No questions asked he protected her in whatever way she needed, and when the time came for graduation, they staged a very meticulously planned and scripted public breakup. Releasing both of them from one another before prom, that due to not graduating, Eddie had no intention of attending, but Donna was. Then he received a worried phone call from Donna two days before the event, which made him reconsider or rather gave him an excuse to go back on his statement. On the condition Eddie could "win her back" in the most theatrical way possible. Which he did on a "borrowed" horse and a costume suit of armour when Donna was on the field for practice. Flipping the bird at the coach and the other people on the field as they rode back to the stables giggling. Despite the occasional sneer or whisper, they'd had the best time at prom together, and then Eddie had thought she was gone.

"You're not here for a carn'val," Eddie slurred. "You got scared out there didn' ya." He put his hand to his heart, "Without your Sir Edward, righ?" She smiled, shook her hair, and Eddie knew he was right on the money.

"I did. It's much different when you can act on it. When you can go somewhere and approach the people you’re actually into…in that way…when it’s allowed, or at least tolerated. You know how it is. So I came here tonight for some normalcy, but that didn't work out" She looked around nervously, her eyes landing on the tent, which currently had Van Morrison blaring out of it.

Eddie frowned. You know how it is. It swirled in his head, and slowly but surely, his drunk little brain cells started stumbling around, putting together the jigsaw of words and their meaning. Then, finally, he sat up straight, his frown deepening, "I do NOT know how it is!" He thundered, and Donna frantically tried to calm him down or at least to quiet him. "I'm not like that!" He defended.

Donna quickly tried to shush him, as he sparked up a cigarette which illuminated the anger in his eyes, "Eddie, I'm sorry I got it wrong. I just thought because, you know, you were never in a long-term thing, and then you helped me, I thought we were…in the same boat," She said quickly in a panic.

Eddie looked furious, "You know what?! I'm sick of this shit. Sick of everything. I'm sick of being the leader. I'm sick of being an outsider. For once, I just wanted what everyone else had, but guess fucking what? I couldn't have it. Not even magic can break my curse." He pulled the plush monkey out of his pocket and pushed it into her chest, not as hard as he wanted to. He still didn't hate her entirely, "Here, take everything." He says, emptying his pockets into her hands, "Eddie doesn't need it. He's nothing, right? Doesn't deserve any of it anyway." Donna stared at him with pity in her eyes.

"Eddie, sweetheart, that's not true," she said sadly in an attempt to make him see he was so wrong.

"Well, you know what. If I'm gonna be the freak show, I may as well give the people what they want, right?" He said with a sarcastic smile and bowed to Donna, whose face contorted into pure sadness, and she ran back into the tent. Eddie turned to face the entrance to his latest nemesis and started barging people out of the way until he got through to the creep and his book of songs.

As he stormed towards the book, fueled by pure ire, the strange vendor leered over their lecturn and unabashedly sniffed the air as Eddie stomped towards it.

"Ah…Mediocre performance Munson has returned," the caped one hissed into the air like a snake tasting the air, "You think loading yourself with alcohol is going to improve anything? Tut tut Edward, you know that's not the problem. The problem is you and your barricades."

Eddie glared up at him like he was trying to set him ablaze with his mind, "Give me m' song. I sang and I got nothing. You're othering me. You're-you're pushing me outside of everyone." Eddie's pickled mind couldn’t find the words, but it found the rage as he gripped onto the podium, shaking it.

The eyes of the peculiar man above him widened impossibly large, and an unnervingly thin grin stretched their mouth wider than it should go. Eddie should have been afraid, but he was too furious and glared back, not budging an inch. Then, above, he tilted his head so sharply that Eddie was surprised his neck didn't just snap, "Oh, is little Eddie Munson finally ready to give them a real show?"

"I did last time! I sang for ya sssstoopid crowd las' time!" Eddie bites back.

The voice above him began to warp. It seemed to have added creaks like old floorboards, "No, Eddie, No. You gave me a performance with a mask, with restraint, with nothing of you in it, and that's precisely what you got in return!" He almost seethes the words at Eddie, like he's the angry one now.

Eddie thumped his fist down on the book, "I'll give you a fucking show! A show so electric it will tear the roof right off this fucking place!" He expected the angry eyes still on him, but instead, he saw the man above him nodding along with Eddie's every word, his tongue at the corner of his mouth, and much to Eddie's disgust, he noticed he was drooling. A string of it began to travel down until it hit the table the book rested on below. Eddie's eyes locked back onto him with renewed gusto.

"Then…choose, but no faking this time, else you will get more of the nothing you already have," The man said delightfully and composed himself finally. 

Eddie closed his eyes and let whatever and whoever appeared in his mind to come and go as they pleased. This time he heard the flurry of pages that he must have been flicking through so fast they began to heat up until suddenly his eyes sprang open, and between his fingertips, he was holding a page of the book, the edges of which were burnt and the man above him squeals with delight and claps his hands.

Eddie reads the paper.

 Hell Raiser by Sweet

Eddie smirked up at him and crumpled the still-hot paper in his hand, "Buckle up, freakazoid. I know this one front to back." 

Eddie pushed past the curtain. Did not wait in line. His chest was heaving. He felt charged with something, but it was not the alcohol anymore. If anything, his mind felt razor-sharp, like something had sobered him up but left him with all the bravado booze provided.

He stomped onto the stage, grabbed the mic from the person singing and bared his teeth, so they ran off down the stairs. The multicoloured Christmassy-looking lights of the tent cut out for a split second, and he heard the crowd gasp. When reilluminated, the place was bathed in a red glow, and smoke filled the floor at his feet.

Eddie stomped a foot out slightly to the side and adopted a solid stance. The crowd was enraptured. All eyes are on him. He lifted the mic to his mouth, screwed his eyes shut and screamed the opening line….

“LOOK OUUUUUUT!”

[yourlocaltrashpandaxoxo]

Fighting for Love

“Laaaaadies and gentlemen! Boys and girls! It’s now time for the match you’ve all been waiting for! The Major Circuit Title fight!” the ever-chirpy voice of Jo Hampshire boomed from the speakers as an excited crowd cheered louder than ever. The two fighters took their place in the ring. Gear Shift bounced around on the ropes, eager to begin. He’d been chasing Fuego Feathers for the champion belt for weeks and now was his chance to finally take it from him. 

Fuego took hardly any notice of Gear. Instead he faced the crowd, lapping up all the praise from all the gorgeous women and posing for them. They squealed in delight while he simply chuckled at their antics. Gear rolled his eyes. 

‘What a bloody show-off..’ he thought. How satisfying it would be to finally take the cocky birdbrain down a peg or two. 

“Fighting in the red corner, it’s the feathered Casanova with a burning passion for boxing, Fuego Feathers!” announced Jo. The crowd cheered loudly. Fuego couldn’t hide a smug grin as he posed again for his adoring fans. 

“Aaaand his opponent! Fighting in the blue corner, it’s the revved-up grease monkey ready to burn some rubber, Gear Shift!” came Jo’s loud voice once again. 

There was a large chorus of cheers but nobody could be heard louder than Gear’s adoring girlfriend, Ruby Johnson. 

“Go get ‘em, honey bunny!” she yelled, enjoying the VIP seating that Desire had snagged for her specially. Gear smirked and blew her a kiss. The referee entered, cautiously making his way to the middle. The two boxers approached the centre, gloves tightened and arms ready to start swinging. 

“Ready?” the ref asked. 

“Ready.” replied both men. 

“3... 2...1... FIGHT!” the ref declared, stepping back to avoid getting slugged in the face. Within seconds of the match beginning, Fuego immediately swung forward with a right hook to Gear’s cheek. Caught off-guard by this, the mechanic couldn’t do much but take the hit while trying to work out a game plan in his mind.

Fuego was a strong fighter but Gear was notorious for his speedy movements, which the latter was now demonstrating with a few quick jabs to Fuego’s stomach. Fuego stumbled back a little before rushing forward with a powerful hook. Gear tried to move out the way in time but only received a huge punch in the jaw for his efforts. 

“Think you can win my title, amigo? Pah! I was born to be the champion!” Fuego taunted, as Gear struggled to regain his balance. 

He swung forward, getting a good hit on the birdman’s cheek, but was swiftly knocked down with a body shot. 

‘Shit... Already got me once...’ Gear cursed to himself, getting back up to his feet. He rushed forward again, dodging a swing from Fuego and getting in a few jabs to his abdomen. He dodged another hook and retaliated with a much stronger one to Fuego’s face. 

His opponent looked dazed for a moment but snapped out of it fast enough to duck out of the way of another strong hook. After a brief moment of jabbing and dodging, Fuego managed to knock down Gear once again. Gear panted, out of breath and losing a little bit of hope. 

“Just give up now, you’ll never have my belt!” Fuego teased once again, showing off for the audience. 

Gear growled in annoyance, trying to get up. The crowd began chanting for him to keep fighting as he struggled to get back to his feet. 

“C’mon Jacob! You can do it!” cheered Ruby, who was practically jumping up and down from her seat. 

Gear looked over to her and smiled, a sudden wave of determination filling his mind. He clambered to his feet, much to Fuego’s shock and slight annoyance, and straightened his hat. 

 “Beat me down all ya want, featherbrain, I ain’t goin’ down easy!” he declared. Fuego grinned. 

“Very well, do your worst.” he fired back. The two lunged for each other, jabbing and dodging like their lives depended on it. However, Fuego was running out of breath whilst Gear was still bursting with energy despite being knocked down twice. 

After a clumsy slip while trying to throw a hook, Fuego found himself being knocked down. The audience went mad for this, hollering and screaming as loud as they possibly could. Fuego quickly scrambled to his feet, looking a little flustered. The bell suddenly chimed, signalling the end of the round. Both fighters returned to their corner, bruised and glistening in sweat. 

Gear felt a little hand tap on his shoulder. 

“Aye, mate, no muckin’ about with the fighters...” he sighed, assuming this was an unruly fan trying to get his attention. 

“No can do, sugar pie, ya’ll could use a little lovin’ right now.” replied the stranger. Gear suddenly turned his head to see his beloved Roo stood beside the ring. 

“Aww, ‘ello there gem!” Gear beamed, pecking her on the cheek. Ruby smiled and threw her arms around him. 

“I’m so darn proud of ya, Jacob.” Ruby said. 

“Hahaha, I wouldn’t be too pleased. I’m gettin’ me arse handed to me!” Gear groaned. 

Ruby chuckled. 

“Don’t worry, hun, yer gonna beat that darn birdbrain. I know ya can do it!” she insisted. 

“I mean... I’ll try me best.” Gear said, looking a tad uncertain about his winning chances. 

“That’s all that matters, honey bunny.” Ruby smiled “No matter if ya win or lose, yer always gonna be the champion in my eyes!”.

“Aww, gem... I bloody love ya” Gear grinned. Ruby gave him one final kiss as the bell chimed for the start of the second round. 

“Now go get ‘em, tiger!” she cheered, heading back up to her seat. Gear watched her walking back with a smile on his face. He looked down at his gloves, his left one in particular. 

‘I’m gonna win this. For us!’ he said to himself. 

He returned to the centre, facing his opponent once again. 

“3... 2... 1... FIGHT!” the ref called again. Fuego swung forward, just as he did last time, but Gear managed to dodge him. He then followed up with a speedy hook, catching Fuego off-guard for a brief moment. Fuego was surprised at this. Could he actually be in danger of losing his title? The title he’d held onto since the day he entered the Major Circuit?

He shook this thought off and landed a hook on Gear. Gear rushed back towards the ropes, making excited revving noises as he bounced against them. 

He then launched himself forward, striking the birdman down with one powerful hook. The crowd cheered loudly for him. Gear couldn’t help but feel proud of himself. He might actually do this! 

Fuego, however, was fuming. His title was about to be snatched by some lower-rank grease monkey. He slammed a fist on the floor as he got up, burning with anger. 

“Hijo de puta... You’ll never beat me!” he bellowed, rushing forward with a nasty jab to Gear’s chest. Gear stumbled back a little, hissing in pain. Fuego then stepped back, tapping his foot to indicate the beginning of his signature. He then swung with all his strength, trying with all his might to knock Gear down. 

But Gear didn’t tumble. He barely even got hit. While Fuego was blindly swinging at him out of rage, Gear had managed to dodge each punch almost effortlessly. Fuego practically screamed in frustration, his beautiful face paint smeared and his feathered costume leaving a huge mess on the ground. 

“Give up yet, mate!?” Gear taunted “I aint gonna back down!”.

“NEVER!” Fuego shouted “I’ll never surrender to you. I won’t let some filthy mechanic take my title away from me!” he jabbed Gear hard in the stomach to prove his point. Gear staggered backwards in pain but he stayed strong. 

“Don’t give up, Jacob!” Ruby yelled from her seat “You can do it!”. The crowd suddenly began cheering with her. 

“GEAR SHIFT! GEAR SHIFT! GEAR SHIFT!” 

With a cry of determination, Gear charged forward and swung... He couldn’t look. He kept his eyes closed, waiting for the crowd. Waiting for the ref to start counting. Waiting... The crowd finally began cheering. Some were even applauding. Gear finally opened his eyes. Fuego was knocked out on the ground. He’d done it! Well... knocked him down at least. He prayed that this was it. His moment of glory. 

“1... 2... 3... 4...” the ref began counting. Fuego raised his head, looking up at Gear with defeat all over his face. He didn’t even try to get up. He simply laid his head back down and waited for ten. 

“8... 9... 10! KNOCKOUT!” the ref loudly announced. The audience could’ve been heard from the next county from the amount of yelling and clapping they produced. 

Gear couldn’t believe it at first. He lightly jabbed himself in the arm to see if he was dreaming. He wasn’t. He’d actually won. He’d won the title. He punched the air in joy, yelling and screaming from how happy he was. Despite all the noise in that room, nobody was cheering as loud as his girlfriend. 

“Aaaaand there you have it folks! What an incredible fight!” Jo beamed over the speakers. 

“You took the words out my mouth, Jo, I didn’t expect this at all!” added Robin, who was admittedly quite shocked at Gear’s victory. Gear had the biggest smile on his face as the ref clipped the Major Circuit belt around his waist. 

“Here’s your new Major Circuit champion folks! Gear Shift!” the ref said, holding the victor’s hand in the air. Ruby charged down from her seat and clambered into the ring to hug her boyfriend. 

“Ya did it, hun! Ya won!” she beamed, kissing him on the cheek. Gear scooped her up in his arms and hugged her tight. Fuego finally got up from the ground, wiping a smear of face paint off of him. He looked around at the cheering crowd and at how happy Gear was. He approached him and held out his gloved fist to him. 

“Lo siento, mi amigo.” Fuego said “You’re an incredible fighter. You’ve worked so hard to get to your position and I was being childish about losing mine. I didn’t mean what I said earlier, you’re so much more than a mere grease monkey.”

Gear smiled and bumped fists with him. 

“No worries, mate. I knew ya didn’t mean it” he replied coolly. 

“And, congratulations. You deserve it.” Fuego grinned, patting him on the back. Gear chuckled and pulled him into a hug. Fuego protested at first but eventually gave in and allowed the shorter man to grapple onto him. Gear eventually let go and began signalling to the crowd to quiet down. After a short moment of both him and the ref trying to control the audience, they finally settled and awaited what the new champ had to say. 

“Well, for starters, I gotta say cheers to me mate, Fuego, for fighting wiv me tonight! Bloody well done mate!” he laughed, bumping fists with the former champion again. 

“Ay, it was nothing” Fuego replied, for once being rather modest. 

“And, of course, I have to say thanks to the WVBA and all their crackin’ staff fer bein’ the awesome people they are. ‘Specially the blokes in the commentator’s booth!” he chuckled. 

“Thank you, Jacob, we’re glad to have been here tonight!” Robin declared. 

“I wanna say cheers to all these amazing people who’ve come out to watch this match tonight!” Gear beamed. The crowd happily cheered in response. 

“Thank ya to all me mates in the Men’s Bracket and to me dad and sister who couldn’t be here tonight but are probably gonna watch the highlights. Love ya Dad! Love ya Cassie!” Gear waved at a nearby camera, prompting a few giggles and ‘awwws’ from the crowd. 

“And, finally, I wanna say thanks to me precious Ruby.” he wrapped an arm around his girlfriend, who was blushing a little. 

“She’s been here for me whenever she can and I couldn’t be happier with any other bird out there. She’s been proud of me fer gettin’ so far wiv me life and stuck wiv me when I wasn’t feeling a hundred percent.”

The crowd ‘awww’d at this adorable tribute. Ruby shook her head and nudged him. 

“C’mon, hun, yer embarrassin’ me...” she giggled. Gear simply kissed her in response, earning more sympathy from the audience.

“I’ll be embarrassin’ ya for years to come, Roo. I wanna be wiv ya for life.” he mumbled, softly. 

Behind his back, he gestured for the ref to untie his gloves. What was going on?

“From the moment we first started going out, I knew I’d found the woman I wanted to be wiv all me life.” Gear declared, taking hold of Ruby hand and kissing it gently. 

“Aww that’s mighty sweet of ya, Jacob. But why are ya sayin’ all of this now?” Ruby questioned. 

“Well, it’s cause I’ve got one hell of a question to ask ya gem.” Gear responded, getting down on one knee. He then held up a small red box and carefully opened it to reveal a stunning silver ring with a heart-shaped ruby in the middle. 

The crowd began screaming and applauding as Ruby felt happy tears running down her face. 

“O-Oh... Oh my GOD! YES! A thousand times yes! I do!” she wept, throwing her arms around Gear. Gear hugged her tightly, also weeping with joy. He slid the ring onto her finger and gave her a big loving kiss on the lips.

Robin and Jo quickly arrived at the ring to congratulate their friend, Robin practically squealing with delight for Ruby. The two looked over at Gear, grinning.

"So, when's the wedding?"

(Fanart done by @sukipershipper)

[throwsomecheeseonit]

20 Years of Clean-Chapter 15

We made the rounds and was impressed by his friends/ Royals starting lineup. All of their wives were absolutely stunning and frankly, I felt out of place. They didn't make me feel that way it was just my inner voice that made me feel like that. It was hard to remember names so for the sake of this narration we will use my inner monologue and their beauty for inspiration.

Golden Hair: "Brandon can we borrow your girl and get some shots"

Me: No. No. I don't need any shots. I'm good.

Perky Ass: " Come on. We're celebrating. Don't make us peer pressure you. Pretty please." Batting her eyelashes.

Perfect Teeth: "Yeah. Come on. You don't mind Brandon do you?"

He just laughed and shrugged his shoulders, "I can't speak for her." They proceeded to look at me and jut their lower lips out at the same time. "Fine! You are peer pressuring me by the way!" Red grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bar with the girls in tow. I asn't the most outgoing person and this particular interaction was out of my comfort zone. I looked over my shoulder to see if Brandon was there if I needed help. He was there alright with 2 other ladies, that I didn't recognize, engaged in conversation. A twinge of jealousy started to build in my chest. Turning back around, the girls didn't notice and Golden Hair was buying a round of Kamikaze shots. "Batten down the hatches babies and lock up your men because we're going wild tonight," Red shouted. "Cheers," the women shouted and smiled at each other in unison. They had to have been cheerleaders in the past with their perfect perkiness. "So, Michelle. How long have you and Brandon known eachother?" "I'm going to give you the edited, condensed version. About 30 years." Every single one of them gasped. "30 years, how old are you?!, Perky ass asked. "I'm 37, he's 38. We've known each other since Elementary School." They all "Awww'd" at my admisson. "So are you guys dating now, that's soo cute," Red cooed at me. Looking over my shoulder again Brandon was with 1 of the 2 girls he was speaking with. Her hand was on his shoulder. "Doesn't look like it," gesturing towards him and the other. "Don't worry about that. We call them groupies. It doesn't mean anything." "I need another shot," a low growl in my throat. The bartender granted my request. "Honestly, I don't know what we are. We've been talking for months and this is probably the third time I've seen him since our 20 year reunion. I don't know what he does on the road. Look, we're almost 40. Do 40 somethings call each other boyfriend and girlfriend? That sounds so strange. Were just friends I guess." It hurt to say out loud but it was the honest truth. The alcohol had me spewing my absolute truth to these beautiful strangers. The buxom Blonde talking up Brandon stood on her tip toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek and a pinch on the ass before walking off. "Another," red asked. "Keep 'em coming." "How do you guys deal with that, the groupies. I don't think that's something I could deal with constantly." "We're just used to it by now. What's a relationship without trust? You have to have thick skin being a girl of a pro athlete." "I guess. I commmend you guys," starting to slur my words. By this time, we were 4 shots deep and the bestest of friends. "You have nothing to worry about. Look at the way he looks at you.," Perky ass motioned towards Brandon. It took a moment for my eyes to focus out the bluriness and when they did I saw 2 of Brandon. His fine ass was looking at me and smiling from ear to ear. The unmistakable effects of alcohol warming his cheeks. HIs hair was little messier and his suit jacket was hanging on the back of the chair in front of him. I didn't smile back. I still felt the pang of jealousy in gut, also the effects of my lingering buzz. "He's drunk. Thats the look of obliteration my dear." They all laughed and perky ass gave me a hug. "You girls want to dance," Golden hair piped up. "No thanks. You girl go ahead. I'm gonna stay here."

I did shimmy my way to where Brandon was standing. Mad at him for no apparent reason other than he entertained a conversation with some Bimbo. "Hey baby," he tried grabbing for me. I stayed still, not moving towards him any further. Not deflecting his advances but also not giving into them. "What's wrong," his voice low and serious. "Nothing. You just have a lot of groupie friends." "That was nothing," waving his hand around in the air. "They all want a piece but they can't have me." He winked to further his point. "And why is that slugger," mocking him. He threw his head back with a loud drunken giggle. "Ladies and Gentlemen! Can I have your attention please! Yo Listen up!," Brandon shouted over the crowd, even the music went silent. "What are you doing," asking him in a tortured whisper. "This Beautiful, Sexy woman is my girl. No one else. I flew her out here to be with me and she's the only one I'm interested in. Groupies beware!" My girl group started cheering along with every guy in the place. Instantly turning red, I inched closer to Brandon and tried hiding under his massive arm but he didn't let me hide. He grabbed me, dipped me and gave me a big, happy, wonderful sloppy kiss in front of everyone. "Now, if you excuse us were going home." I just stood there stunned and mortified but deep down my soul was beaming with happiness. Massive applause could be heard all the way from the venue to the Uber we took home.

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"Do you want to have sex with me?." Brandon's question caught me completely off guard. My head was already swimming, dorwning actually in alcohol. "Like right now," confusion splayed across my face. "Not necessarily." Brandon was slurring his words completely intoxicated. "Of course I want to have sex with you but. Can this conversation wait until we are at your place. Not in this uber." The uber driver looked at me from the rear view mirror. This couldn't be anymore awkward. "Fine," Brandon crossed his arms like a little boy who wasn't allowed to get a cookie from the cookie jar.

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Five minutes later we were at his building making the wobbly trek up to his apartment. As soon as the door closed behind us Brandon was right back into this rather unexpected conversation. "So what's the deal? Are we friends? Have I been friend zoned," he plopped down on the leather sofa. Honestly, this discussion should be done when we were sober because I had no tolerance for this affront at the moment. "Can we have this conversation when we're level headed," asking him. "No. We are having it right now." Brandon's voice was very deep and stern. "Fine. Of course I want to have sex with you. I'm very attracted to you." I was beginning to wonder if his friends were in his ear saying something like, you haven't hit that yet. "Where is this coming from Brandon?." "Ohh you used my first name. I must be in trouble," he said mockingly. "You barely touch me. I feel like I'm the only one who shows affection. Not to mention we barely see each other. I've wanted to jump your bones since you got here but you just don't seem interested. His admission made me cringe a bit. I've wanted to jump his bones too but when we were in Tampa he expressly told me he wanted to take it slow. "Aren't you the one that wanted to take it slow in Tampa? I'm not trying to muck things up between us." At this point all I wanted to do was go to bed. "That was Tampa Michelle. How long ago was that? 2 months. We have played it slow." "I think it's best that I sleep in the spare bedroom tonight," crossing my arms and making a little huff sound. "What?! Why, because I wanted to have an honest conversation with you." He couldn't hide his hurt and agitation. "Because it's been a long day. We're both drunk and I don't want to say something I'll regret in the morning." "Fine," he stood up from the couch, walked to his bedroom and slammed the door behind him.

Our first fight, drunken fight might I add. His anger ticked me off even more. How dare him slam the door, give me attitude. If anything I should be the one with the attitude, girls all up on him all night, kissing his cheek and pinching his ass.

My reflection in the mirror was sad. I would be lying if I said I didn't shed a tear or two while removing my makeup. Was this it? Were we over before we even really began? I composed myself and went to lay down. Tomorrow morning i'll be better rested and ready to make a game plan. He wasn't wrong about showing affection. I don't think he was able to now how long i've felt for him. This is brand new for him and for me this is somewhat of a fantasy I've had since we were teenagers. He wouldn't know because I never expressed that at fear of driving him away. Tomorrow morning will be better.

[jaywoods1]

Supernatural: The Father Hunt

Chapter 1: the white lady (read after prologue)

A young lady calls out "Sam!" The young woman, named Jess, comes around a corner; she is wearing a sexy-nurse costume and adjusting her hat. A photo of Mary and John is on the dresser. "Get a move on would you? We were supposed to be there, like, fifteen minutes ago." Jess walks off. "Sam, you coming or what?"

Sam Winchester pokes his head around the corner. He's in jeans and three shirts, not a costume, like Jess wanted. "Do I have to?" He wines, like a kid. "Yes! Come on, It'll be fun."

With a sigh, Sam walks into the room. 

"Where's your costume?" Jess asks, accusingly. Sam laughs and ducks his head. "You know how I feel about Halloween."

They leave for the party, which is in a bar. What Cha Gonna Do begins blaring from the speakers. The entire place is decorated for Halloween, with even a gargoyle with cobwebs and a baseball hat that says "GET NAKED". Shots are being pored, and everyone is in costume. 

Jess raises her glass as a young man, named Luis, in a ghoul costume comes over to the table where she and Sam are sitting at. "So, here's to Sam and his awesome LSAT victory!" 

Sam laughs, "All right, all right, it's not that big a deal." The three clink glasses. Jess rolls here eyes. "Yeah, he acts all humble, but he scored a one seventy-four." She tells as Sam and Luis drink their shots. "Is that good?" Luis asks, confused. Jess raises her eyebrows, surprised her friend doesn't know. "Scary good." Jess then gulps down her shot.

"There you go! You are a first-round draft pick, you can go to any law school you want!" Luis says, catching on. "Actually, I've got an interview hereon Monday. If it goes okay I think I got a shot at a full ride next year." Sam says, hope creeping into his voice. Jess pats him on the back. "Hey, it's gonna go great." Sam snorts. "It better."

"How does it feel to be the "golden boy" of your family?" Luis asks. Sam winces. "Ah, they don't actually know." "Why not? I would be gloating like no tomorrow?" Confusion evident in Luis's voice. "Because we're not exactly the Brady's." He says, the tone saying that the conversation is over. 

"And I'm not exactly the Huxtables." Luis says jokingly. "More shots?" "No." Jess and Sam reply in unison. Luis shrugs and goes up to the bar anyways. 

Jess smiles at Sam. "No, seriously. I'm proud of you. And you're gonna knock 'em dead on Monday and you're gonna get that full ride. I know it." Sam smiles at his girlfriend. "What would I do without you?" "Crash and burn." She says laughing, then pulls him in for a kiss.

Later, after they return to their apartment, the two of them lie in their bed, asleep back to back, with Jess shifting around a little. A sound reaches their room from downstairs, almost like a window opening, causing Sam to wake up. He leaves the room, and begins sneaking downstairs. 

He sees a window that was open, even though he was sure it had been closed earlier. Footsteps come padding across the floor, and he hears the string of beads down the hall get pushed. Sam moves to another part of the apartment and waits, silently. Two figures enter the room, and Sam lunges forward and grabs the more masculine form by the shoulder. The man knocks his arm away and aims a strike at him, which Sam narrowly avoids. The female figure grabs Sam's arm, swings him around, and shoves him back. Sam kicks at her, but is blocked, then pushed back into another room. The light is brighter in that room, so the three get glimpses of each others faces. The man elbows him in the face, and Sam kicks at his head. The man ducks, and swings, which Sam blocks. Obviously annoyed, the woman walks in-between the two and shoves them to the floor.

"Enough both of you." 

Sam breaths hard, noting that her voice sounds familiar.  "Jay, Dean?" His two siblings laugh. "You scared the crap out of me." He says, indignified. "That's 'cause you're out of practice." Dean says standing up before giving his baby brother a hand. He grabs Dean's hand and yanks, slamming his heel into his back, knocking him to the floor. "Or not." Dean groans. Sam taps Dean twice where he's holding him. "Alright, get off of him." Jay says, yanking her older brother by five months off of him, being stronger than most would think despite her petit stature. 

Sam takes a look at his siblings. Dean looks practically the same, with his short hair, barest hints of stubble and clothing, along with his amulet. Jay has longer brown hair, with jeans, a leather jacket with patches from different places and Taylor Swift Fearless tee underneath, her blue eyes shining with amusement, while Dean's green ones are agitated. 

Sam pulls his older brother off of the floor and asks "What the hell are the two of you doing here?" "Well, I was looking for a beer." Dean says jokingly, putting his hand on his brother, shanking once, then letting go. "What the hell are you actually doing here?" Sam asks exasperated. "Alright, fine. We gotta talk." He says, while Jay begins to look around. "Uh, the phone?" Sam asks. "Wait, you didn't even try calling him before we broke into his place?" Jay asks her older brother. "Um, would he have picked up?" She rolls her eyes and smacks him on the head. "OW!" "Shut up you big baby. Sorry 'bout this Sam, I thought he called."

Jess turns on the light, as the fight had woken her up. She's in her sleep wear, short shorts and a smurf crop top. 

"Sam?" The three turn their heads in unison. "Jess, hey, this is my older brother Dean and my younger sister Jaylin-" "But I go by Jay, seriously never call me Jaylin. But Imma guess your my brother's girlfriend?" Jess nods, while Dean looks at her appreciatively. "Nice job Sam, I never expected it." Jay says, before turning to the other girl. "Does he treat you right, is he good, he has been eating enough righ-" Looking bewildered, Jess interrupts the short girl. "Wait, you siblings Jay and Dean?" Sam nods, while Jess smiles at the girl, who was rapid firing questions about her brother. Dean grins and moves closer.

"Oh, I love the Smurfs. You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother's league." Jay stares at her brother in abject horror. "Um, just let me go put something on." Jess turns to go but Deans voice stops her. "No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously." Dean goes back over to Sam without taking his eyes off of her, while Sam's become stony, the two of them completely missing Jay walking over. SMACK. "OW, that did hurt!" "Currently have zero fucks to give. She Sam's fucking girlfriend asshole!" She then turns to Jess. "I am so sorry about him, um, but we need to quick borrow your boyfriend, talk about some family stuff. Nice to meet you though."

"No." Sam says, steel in his voice. "No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her." Dean and Jay glance at each other.

Dean shrugs. "Okay." He stars at them both in the eyes. "Dad hasn't been home in a few days." Sam rolls his eyes. "So, he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later." Dean takes a deep breath. "Dad's on a hunting trip. And he hasn't been home in a few days." Silence fills the air, but Jay then ruins it. "Of course, I couldn't give two fucks about the man, but Dean insisted on coming to get you." Sam pinches his noes.

"Jess, please excuse us. We have to go outside."

The three siblings head downstairs after Sam pulls on jeans and a hoodie. "I mean, come on man. You can't just break in, middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you." "I would like to point out that none of this was my idea. I was all for letting you continue to live your life, in fact I was all set to join come the new school year." Jay whispers in her brothers ear. Sam smiles at her. The two of them had always been the closest. Dean growled. 

"Your not hearing me Sammy. Dad's missing, and I need you to help me find him." "You remember the poltergeist in Amherst? Or the Devil's Gates in Clifton? He was missing then, too. He's always missing, and he's always fine." Dean looks to his sister for support. "Come on Jaybird, even you got to admit that something smells fishy." Jay raises her eyebrow. "You sure it's not the McDonalds filet-o-fish you got dared into eating yesterday? Like I said, I don't give a shit about what happens to the man." "Wait, you ate a Filet-O-Fish?" Sam says laughing. Dean gives up, and turns back to his brother. "Not for this long. Now are you coming or what?" He says, cutting through the laughter. 

"I'm not. And Jay, you can stay if you want to as well." Her face begins to light up with hope, until she sees Deans and it comes down crashing hard. She kicks a rock. "I can't leave. After you left, I promised I would stay for two more years at least." Dean looks relieved as he turs to his brother. "Why not?" Sam clenches his fists. "Because I swore I was done hunting, for good." "Come on. It wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad." Dean replies as he starts heading back downstairs, Sam and Jay following him. "Yeah? When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45." Dean stares at him bewildered. "Well, what was he supposed to do?" "I was nine years old! He was supposed to say, don't be afraid of the dark." "Don't be afraid of the dark? Are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark. You know what's out there." "Yeah, I know, but still. The way we grew up, after Mom was killed, and Dad's obsession to find the thing that killed her, and with Ja-" He turns to his sister. "Jay, go back to the apartment. She clenches her fists in out rage. "Hell no, I may be younger than you, but not by much, I am more than-" Jay now." She flinches, but barely so they didn't catch her. "Fine." She mumbles, before making her way back up to chat with Jess. 

Sam turns back to his brother. "You don't know what he did to her, hell, I don't fully know what he did to her, but dad did something to Jay. I've seen the marks he gave her when they went off alone. It was something we'd do to a demon, but amplified. I couldn't even tell what half the marks were, but there were burns, whip marks, things that looked like he hands and feet had been nailed to something. She always healed to fast, I didn't mention anything, but looking back, she was terrified of the man. It was like she was also to blame for moms death, as much as that creature, but we still haven't even found the damn thing. So, we kill what ever we do find, and her very clearly tortures our sister in his rage, oh, and might I mention that I heard him one time talking to something, a demon I think, the first one we ever encountered. He said, where is the bastard that killed my wife, and why was I cursed with one of you filthy creatures as a daughter. If she goes, will he come forward? I didn't understand, but I ran straight to Jay, I mean, I was 7, I had just found out about the life."

Dean threw his hands up in exasperation. "Maybe he was harder on Jay because a week after she was born, the thing came, but still. We save a lot of people doing what we do." Sam stared at his brother directly in his eyes for a moment before speaking. "You think Mom would have wanted this for us?"

Dean slammed the door open so loudly the two girls above could hear it. "Is he usually like that?" Jess asks. "Oh boy, you have no idea."

The brothers make their way to the parking lot, continuing their conversation. 

"The weapons training, melting silver into bullets, man Dean, we were raised like warriors."

They cross the parking lot to Impala that John had given to Dean.

"So what are you gonna do? You're just gonna live some normal, apple pie life? Is that it?" "No, not normal. Safe. And hopefully next year Jay'll join me, she has the grades for it." Dean gets pissed at that statement. "So that's why you ran away. And if you were so desperate to get away from us, why take Jay with you?" "So she can have a damn happy life. You saw her face when I said she could stay, she wanted to, but you made her damn well promise not to leave." Dean looks away. "Besides, it was just collage. It was dad who said if I was going to stay gone."

Dean calms his anger. "Yeah, well, Dad's in real trouble right now. If he's not dead already. I can feel it. Jay's already coming, you know she doesn't break promises." "Yeah, that's why she never should have made it in the first place." Sam mumbles under his breath, so Dean couldn't hear it. Dean mistakes his as a decision not to go. "I love Jaybird to death, but she's not the best on hunts, you know that, she's too compassionate. We can't do this alone." Sam gets angry at that. "Yes, you can, and Jay's fine on hunts." "Yeah, well, I don't want to." Sam sighs, knowing there's not out to this.

"What was he hunting?" 

Dean opens the trunk of the Impala, a stupid grin on his face, then the spare tire trunk, or in their case, arsenal. He props it open with a shotgun and riffles through the clutter. "Now where the hell did I put it?" He asks himself. "So when Dad left, why didn't you and Jay go with him?" Sam asks. "I was working my own gig. This, uh, voodoo thing, down in New Orleans, and Dad said for Jay to go with me, something about slowing him down." "Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?" "A. I had Jay, though she wasn't much help, B. I'm 26 dude." He then pulls some papers out of a folder. "All right, here we go. So Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago, this guy went missing." Dean says, passing a paper over to Sam, "They found his car, but he vanished. Completely MIA." The paper is a printout of an article from the Jericho Herald, headlined "Centennial Highway Disappearance" and dated Sept. 19th 2005; it has a man's picture, captioned "Andrew Carey MISSING". Sam reads it and glances up.

"So, maybe he was kidnapped?" Dean smirks, prepared for this. "Yeah. Well, here's another one in April." He says, tossing down another Jericho Herald article for each date he mentions. "Another one in December 'oh-four, 'oh-three, 'ninety-eight, 'ninety-two, ten of them over the past twenty years." He grabs the article back from Sam and picks up the rest of the stack, putting them back in the folder. "All men, all the same five-mile stretch of road." Sam glances at his brother. "How much of this did Jay scrounge up?" Dean blushes. "I've no idea what you mean, anyways." He pulls out a bag from the arsenal. "It started happening more and more, so Dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. I hadn't heard from him since, which is bad enough." He then grabs a hand-held tape recorder. "Then I get this voicemail yesterday."

He presses play, and the recording is staticky, the signal was clearly breaking up, but it was definitely John.

"Dean...something big is starting to happen...I need to try and figure out what's going on. It may... Be very careful, Dean. We're all in danger." Static then cuts through, but Sam catches something that sounds like Don't trust Jay, she's dangerous, but he doesn't mention it. Dean presses stop.

"You know there's EVP on that?" "Not bad, Sammy. Kinda like riding a bike, isn't it?" Sam shakes his head. "All right. I slowed the message down, I ran it through a gold wave, took out the hiss, and this is what I got." He presses play again. A woman's voice speaks. "I can never go home..." before dean presses stop. "Never go home..." Sam says, his mind running through possibilities. 

Dean drops the recorder, puts down the shotgun and stands straight, shutting the trunk and leaning on it. "You know, in almost two years I've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing. Jay even stayed away, and you know how hard that is." Sam hides a smirk, knowing that they have a weekly call, before looking away. He sighs, "All right. I'll go. I'll help you find him." Dean nods, happy that his brother is back, when Sam raises his hand. "But I have to get back first thing Monday, and then Jay's promise is void, she can stay here is she wants. Just wait here." 

Sam turns to go back to the apartment, knowing Dean won't be happy. He turns back when Dean speaks, but it's not about Jay. "What's first thing Monday?" Sam sighs "I have this...I have an interview." "What, a job interview? Skip it." Dean says, bewildered about why a job interview was so important. "It's a law school interview, and it's my whole future on a plate." Dean blinks. "Law school?" Dean then smirks. "Yeah, Jay and I always talked about what we wanted to be, and this was always mine. Jay wanted to be a therapist. So, we have a deal or what?" Dean says nothing.

Back at the apartment, Sam packs a duffle bag. He pulls out a large hook-shaped knife and slides it inside. Jess walks in, after a fun time chatting with his younger sister. "Wait, you're taking off?" Sam looks up at her. "Is this about your dad? Is he all right?" Yeah. You know, just a little family drama." Sam goes over to the dresser and turns on the lamp atop it. "Jess, when I get back, would you be alright if Jay stayed here for a bit?" "Yes of course, but why?" Sam glances at her. "Don't tell her I told you this, she'd be after my head, but our dad, he kind of hates her, blames her for our moms death. I don't know exactly what he does but it's bad." Jess nods. "Of course she can stay, besides, from what you told me, she'll follow you just as easily. Now, your brother said your dad was on some kind of hunting trip." 

Sam breaths a sigh of relief at the change in subject. "Oh, yeah, he's just deer hunting up at the cabin, he's probably got Jim, Jack, and José along with him. I'm just going to go bring him back." Jess's eyebrows raised at all the names that started with j. "What about the interview?" "I'll make the interview. This is only for a couple days." Sam goes around the bed. Jess gets up and follows. "Sam, I mean, please." Sam stops and turns. "Just stop for a second. You sure you're okay?" Sam laughs a little. "I'm fine." "It's just...you won't even talk about your family except for Jay. And now you're taking off in the middle of the night to spend a weekend with them? Especially after what you just told me, you think it's a good idea? And with Monday coming up, which is kind of a huge deal." "Hey. Everything's going to be okay. I'll be back in time, I promise." He kisses her on the cheek and leaves. Jess sighs, wishing he had told her where her was going.

In Jericho, California, The Eagles of Death Metal's "Speaking in Tongues" plays. A young man named Troy, is driving down the highway, talking on his cell phone. 

"Amy, I can't come over tonight. Because I've got work in the morning, that's why. ...Yeah, okay, I miss it and my dad's gonna have my ass." A high-pitched whine sounds. Troy looks over and sees a woman in a white dress on the side of the road. She's moving as though dancing; she flickers, and for a moment she's gone.

"Hey, ah, Amy, let me call you back?" Troy then tries several times to turn off the radio, which is flickering, but nothing happens. Troy pulls up next to the woman, whose dress is torn in several places, and stops, leaning across the shotgun seat. "Car trouble or something?" He asks, and after a long pause the woman responds. "Take me home?" Troy opens the passenger door and gestures to her. "Sure, get in." The woman, who is barefoot, climbs in.

"So, where do you live?" Troy asks. "At the end of Breckenridge Road." Troy nods before speaking. "You coming from a Halloween party or something?" The woman's dress is very low-cut. He notices, stares, and looks away, laughing nervously. "You know, a girl like you really shouldn't be alone out here." She looks at him mournfully, seductively, and pulls her skirt up over her thigh. "I'm with you." Troy looks away, but the woman takes his chin and turns his face towards her. 

"Do you think I'm pretty?" He nods, eyes stuck on her cleavage. "Uh...huh" "Will you come home with me?" "Um. Hell yeah." He continues driving and they pull up to an old abandoned house at the end of a road. The woman stares at it sadly. "Come on. You don't live here." Troy says, scoffing. "I can never go home." The woman stated mournfully. "What are you talking about? Nobody even lives here. Where do you live?"

He turns, but she's gone. He checks the back seat, also empty, and gets out of the car, nervous. "That's good. Joke's over, okay? You want me to leave?" He said, shouting to the wind. He looks around: no signs of life except crickets. He walks towards the house, hoping to get there before his nerve fails him. 

"Hello? Hello?" There's a picture of the woman and two children inside the house, but the picture is covered in dust.

Troy peers through the hole in the screen door, when a bird flies at his face, scaring him into falling over. He yells, leaps to his feet, and runs back to the car. He gets in and drives like there was no tomorrow. He looks behind him, and no one's there, and then in the rearview mirror. The woman is in the back seat. Troy screams like the devil has a hand on his soul and drives straight through a "Bridge Closed" sign, stopping about halfway across the bridge. He screams once more, but then is silent as blood spatters the windows.

At a gas station, Dean comes out to the Impala carrying junk food, with Sam in the passenger seat, rifling through a box of tapes, and Jay sprawled across the back seats. "Hey!" Dean shouts through the window. "You two want breakfast? I got your favourite Jay, one honey bun, one cinnamon sugar vanilla drizzle pretzel and a Butterfinger." "No thanks." Sam says, raising his eyebrow at his sisters sugary breakfast. Jay notices his look. "Hey, there is a high chance I might die everyday with this life. Let me indulge." Sam smirks as Dean climbs into the drives seat. "So Dean, how did you pay for all this stuff? You all still running credit card scams?" Sam asks. "Yeah, well, hunting ain't exactly a pro ball career." Jay looks up. "I mean, I pick pocket assholes, so at least mine gives people their just deserts." Sam stares at her. "While that is probably very therapeutic, it's no ri-" "One of the guys was hitting on me." 

"...You took everything right." 

"And punched him in the face."

"Well, anyways, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards." Dean says, defending his way of getting money. "Yeah? And what names did you write on the application this time?" Sam asks, eyebrow raised. "Uh, Burt Aframian." Dean puts his soda and chips down. "And his son Hector. Scored two cards out of the deal." Dean closes the door while Sam smacks his forehead. "That sounds about right. I swear, man, you've gotta update your cassette tape collection." Dean looks at him outraged, fully intent on defending his music when Jay speaks up. "I got an MP3 player for my music. Crank it all the way up, you can't even hear the trash." "Why? Why Jay must you tear my heart apart like this?" Sam looks at Dean. "Well, for one, they're cassette tapes. And two." He holds up the tapes. "Jay's right. Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica?" Dean snags the Metallica one from Sam. "It's the greatest hits of mullet rock." "This is why I invested in the headphones since, house rules, driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole." Jay says as Dean pops in the tape. "That includes backseat little missy." "Hey, I'm not that short!" "You can barely reach the fourth shelf at Walmart!" 

The two continue bickering as Dean starts driving down the highway.

They drive past a sign that says "JERICHO 7", while the music continues to play and Jay has her eyes closed listening to Fearless. Ever since her first album had come out she was hooked. She had even snuck out to go see the concert, even though she was brutally punished by her father. Jay sighs quietly, knowing that the other two have no idea about what she goes through. The constant beating, to the attempts at killing her, it's enough to make anyone want to stop living, but she continued on for her brothers, since she knew Sam at least would be distraught if she killed herself. Ever since her mom died, her dad believed that she was a demon in disguise, especially considering she popped out of an only five month pregnancy perfectly health, then a week later, her mother had died. The fact that she survived everything didn't help this theory, even though all the normal stuff didn't work.

"Thank you." Sam says closing his phone and Jay slides her headphones off to listen in. "All right. So, there's no one matching Dad at the hospital or morgue, so that's something, I guess." Dean glances over at him, then back at the road. At a bridge ahead of them, there are two police cars and several officers. "Hey, check it out." Dean pulls over and they take a long look before he turns off the engine. He opens the glove compartment and pulls out a box full of ID cards with all their faces: visible ones include FBI and DEA. He picks one out and grins at Sam, who stares. "Let's go." He says, passing them out, including to Jay.

They get out of the car onto the bridge where the lead deputy, deputy Jaffe from his nametag, leans over the railing to yell down to two men in wetsuits who were poking around the river. "You guys find anything?" He calls down, and the two men respond. "No! Nothing!" He turns back to the car in the middle of the bridge and another deputy, deputy Hein, is at the driver's side looking around inside the car. "No sign of struggle, no footprints, no fingerprints. Spotless. It's almost too clean."

The sibling walk over, acting like they belong their, with Jay, filing every little detail away with her eidetic memory for later. "So, this kid Troy. He's dating your daughter, isn't he?" Jaffe asks Hein. "Yeah." "How's Amy doing?" "She's putting up missing posters downtown." Jay files this away as Dean speaks up. "You fellas had another one like this just last month, didn't you?"

Jaffe looks up when Dean starts talking and straightens up to talk to him. "And who are you?" Dean flashes his badge." Federal marshals" The deputy frowns. "Little young to marshals aren't you. 'Specially the girl, she can't be older than sixteen." Jay looks at him with outrage. "As a matter of fact deputy, I'm 22. I am aware that most are older than me, and I look younger and weaker, but I am more than capable than most men twice my age. Besides, you only have to 21 to be a marshal." The deputy looks away embarrassed. Dean walks over to the car to begin inspecting it. "You did have another one just like this, correct?" 

"Yeah, that's right. About a mile up the road. There've been others before that." "So, this victim, you knew him?" Sam jumps in. Jaffe nods. "Towns like this, everybody knows everybody." Dean circles the car. "Any connection between the victims, besides that they're all men?" "No. Not so far as we can tell." Jay speaks up as Sam walks over to Dean. "So, what's the theory?" "Honestly, we don't know. Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?" She shakes her head. "If it was a serial killer there would still be traces of blood for ones like this. Killings this random are acts of mental breaks, not planning. There would still be blood maybe even the murder weapon. As for kidnapping, not a bad one, but they're probably human traffickers if you haven't gotten a ransom note for any of them."

The deputy looks minorly horrified, so Dean speaks up. "Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys, good job." Sam stomps on his foot to stop him, slightly too late. "Thank you for your time." He says as they begin walking away. Jay nods to them. "Gentlemen."

Jaffe watches them go. Sam smacks him on the head. "Ow, hey, what was that for?" "You can't talk to the police like that dumbass!" Dean looks at him and moves in front, forcing Sam to stop walking. "Come on. They don't really know what's going on. We're all alone on this. I mean, if we're going to find Dad we've got to get to the bottom of this thing ourselves." "I still don't give a fuck about what happens to him." Jay says under her breath, continuing to the car and dropping into the back seat. She watches as Sam clears his throat and looks over Dean's shoulder. He turns. It's a sheriff, Peirce by the look of it, and two FBI agents. Jay gets reminiscent of the time when she wanted to work for the FBI. 

"Can I help you boys?" The sheriff asks Sam and Dean. "No, sir, we were just leaving." As the agents walk past Dean, he nods at each of them. "Agent Mulder. Agent Scully." Dean and Sam head past the sheriff, who turns to watch them go, both of them praying to make it out in time before they relies that they weren't actual agents.

As the trio pass the Highland Movie Theater, the marquee reads: EMERGENCY TOWN HALL MEETING SUNDAY 8 PM BE SAFE OUT THERE

They see a young woman tacking up posters with Troy's face and the caption "MISSING TROY SQUIRE". "I'll bet you that's her." "Yeah." Dean and Sam start to approach but Jay stops them. "I'll go talk to her, she's more likely to talk to me, who looks less threatening. "We don't look threatening!" Dean cries out. Jay decides to let the raised eyebrow speak for itself.

"Excuse me, are you Amy?" She glances down at Jay. "Yeah." "Well, I'm with the federal marshals, agent Sparrow. You were dating Troy right?" She nods, eyes still tinted red from crying. Another woman walks up and puts her arm around Amy. "You're an agent? You look too-" "Young, I know. I get that a lot. I'm 22 though. I'd like to ask your friend some questions about her missing boyfriend, your welcome to come miss...?" "Rachel."

They walk to a diner and sit down in a booth. "I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home. He said he would call me right back, and...he never did." Jay nods, "He didn't say anything strange, or out of the ordinary?" Amy shakes her head. "No. Nothing I can remember." "Nice neckless." Amy holds the pendant she's wearing, a pentagram in a circle, and looks down at it. "Troy gave it to me. Mostly to scare my parents, you know, with all that devil stuff." Amy laughs, and Jay smiles. "I have one too." She pulls it out from under her shirt. "Believe it or not, it actually, it means just the opposite. A pentagram is protection against evil. Really powerful, supposedly powerful enough to stop demon prevention. I mean, if you believe in that kind of thing." At the strange looks Jay laughed. "I was bored in a library and I have an eidetic memory. You'd be amazed at half the stuff I know." After the laughter fades Jay turns serious. "Here's the deal, ladies. The way Troy disappeared, something's not right. When this happens, and yes, it's happened before, it usually ends in a disaster, so if you've heard anything..." 

Amy and Rachel look at each other. "What is it?" "Well, it's just... I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk." Rachel says. "It may sound odd, but please tell me anyways. All rumors are based in some sort of truth." "It's kind of this local legend. This one girl? She got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago, and, well, supposedly she's still out there." Jay nods. "She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up? Well, they disappear forever." "Thank you for your time. If you think of anything else, no matter what, don't hesitate to call." Jay says, sliding over a business card with her number on it. 

Jay meets up with the other two at a library. Dean opens up a web browser to the archive search page for the Jericho Herald. The words "Female Murder Hitchhiking" get typed into the search box, but when he clicks GO; the screen tells him there are "(0) Result". He replaces "Hitchhiking" with "Centennial Highway" with the same response. Sam is sitting next to him, watching, while Jay is across, on her personal laptop, which she guards with her life, along with her MP3 player and headphones.

"Let me try." Sam says. "I got it." Dean says frustrated. Sam is about to yank him out of the seat when Jay speaks up. "I got something." "What is it?" They ask in unison. "Well, I was thinking, what if it's not murder, but suicide. I found this article dated April 25, 1981. Listen up: 

A local woman's drowning death was ruled a suicide, the county Sheriff's Department said earlier today. Constance Welch, 24, of 4636 Breckenridge Road, leapt off Sylvania Bridge, at mile 33 of Centennial Highway, and subsequently drowned last night. Deputy J. Pierce told reporters that, hours before her death, Ms. Welch logged a call with 911 emergency services. In a panicked tone, Ms. Welch described how she found her two young children, 5 and 6, in the bathtub, after leaving them alone for several [minutes]. This is her husband now. "What happened to my children was a terrible accident. And it must have been too much for my wife. Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it," said husband Joseph Welch. "Now I ask that you all please respect my privacy during this trying time." At the time of the children's death and Ms. Welch's subsequent suicide, Mr. Welch was at the Frontier auto salvage yard, where he works the graveyard shift as associate manager." Connie might have been quiet, but she was the sweetest, most caring girl I ever knew," said Deanna Kripke, a neighbor. "She just doted on those children."

"1981. Constance Welch, twenty-four years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river. An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Apparently her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minute, and when she comes back, they aren't breathing. Both die." She pulls up a picture. "And as I'm sure you figured out, same bridge Troy's car was found." 

The three of them walk to the bridge. The police and car are gone. "So, this is where Constance took the swan dive?" Dean asks. "Yep, well more accurately, she was closer to the edge, but I'm pretty sure you don't want to get that close." Jay said. "You think Dad would have been here?" Sam asks, looking at his brother. "Well, he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him." Dean replies, walking away. "Okay, so now what?" "Now we keep digging until we find him. Might take a while." Sam stops. "Dean, I told you, I've gotta get back by Monday-" Dean turns around. "Monday. Right. The interview." "Yeah." "Yeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this, aren't you? You think you're just going to become some lawyer? Marry your girl?" "Maybe. Why not?" "Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?" Sam steps closer. "No, and she's not ever going to know." "Well, that's healthy. You can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are." Dean turns around and continues walking. "And who's that?" "You're one of us." Sam runs to get in front of Dean. "No. I'm not like you. This is not going to be my life." "You have a responsibility to-" "To Dad? And his crusade? If it weren't for pictures I wouldn't even know what Mom looks like. And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom's gone. And she isn't coming back, so he's going crazy and taking his anger out on-" 

Dean grabs Sam by the collar and shoves him up against the rail. "Don't talk about her like that!" Jay yanks her brother back. "Enough, both of you!" Dean snorts and lets Sam go. "You don't get to talk, you're gonna run away too." He releases Sam and walks away, only to see Constance standing at the edge of the bridge. "Sam, Jay." They come to stand next to Dean. Constance looks over at them, then steps forward off the edge. They run to the railing and look over. "Where'd she go?" "Ghost remember?" Jay says.

Behind them, the Impala's engine starts and its headlights come on. They turn to look. "What the-" "Who's driving your car?" Dean pulls the keys out of his pocket and jingles them. "Like I said, ghost." Jay repeats. Sam glances at them, then the car jerks into motion, heading straight for them. "Dean, Jay, go, go!" The car is moving faster than they are; when it gets too close,  They dive over the railing and the car comes to a halt.

Jay catches herself on the side of the bridge, but doesn't see her brothers anywhere.

"Sam, Dean!" Below, the two crawl out of the muddy river. "What?" The call up. "You okay?" They both show an A-OK sign and she breaths a sigh of relief. Jay pulls herself up and runs over to them.

They make it back to the Impala, and after checking the trunk, Dean shuts the hood. "Your car all right?" Sam asks. "Yeah, whatever she did to it, seems all right now. That Constance chick, what a bitch!" Jay wacks him on the head. "Constance just lot her two children and committed suicide, so she is stuck like that. Give the poor woman a break." "Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure. So where's the job go from here, genius?" Sam asks. Sam settles on the hood next to Dean while Jay stays away. "Personally I recommend a shower. You both smell like toilet."

The next day, they pull up to a motel. "One room please." Dean asks the clerk, looking filthy, with an equally filthy Sam behind him, while Jay is hiding her embarrasses face. The clerk picks up the card, which has the name Hector Aframian. "You guys having a reunion or something?" "What do you mean?" Sam asks, puzzled. "I had another guy, Burt Aframian. He came and bought out a room for the whole month." Jay steps forward. "Could you please show us his room?" 

The motel door swings open, the clerk having left after showing them the room and giving them their key. Jay hides the picks she just used and stands up. Dean and Sam are just outside, playing lookout, until Jay reaches out of the room to grab their shoulders and yank them inside, before closing the door behind them. They look around-every vertical surface has papers pinned to it: maps, newspaper clippings, pictures, notes. There are books on the desk and assorted junk on the floor and bed, including something with a hazardous-materials symbol.

"Well, this is no doubt Dad's room." Jay says after a glance around. 

Dean turns on a light by the bed and picks up a half-eaten hamburger sitting there, while Sam and Jay step over a line of salt on the floor. He sniffs the burger and recoils. "I don't think he's been here for a couple days at least." Jay crouches down and fingers the salt. "Salt, cats-eye shells...he was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in." She then looks closer at the walls. "Centennial Highway victims." Sam nods. The victims seen on the wall include Mark somebody, William Durrell, Scott Nifong who disappeared in 1987 at age 25, and somebody Parks. Mark, Durrell, and Nifong are all white males, judging by the photos. 

"I don't get it. I mean, different men, different jobs, ages, ethnicities. There's always a connection, but what do these guys have in common?" Jay mutters, trying to figure out a profile. She had snuck into a lecture given by the BAU a few years back, and had continued to read up on it. Sam crosses over. While Sam and Dean looks at the papers taped to the other walls, Jay moves over to the other wall where there's something about the Bell Witch, two people being burned alive, a skeletal person blowing a horn at several scared people with the note "MORTIS DANSE", a column about "Devils + Demons", another about "Sirens, Witches, the possessed", a wooden pentacle, and a note that says "Woman in White" above a printout of the Jericho Herald article on Constance's suicide.

"Guys, dad figured it out." The two look over at her. "What do you mean." Jay points to the note above the article. "She's a Woman in White." Dean glances over "All right, so if we're dealing with a woman in white, Dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it." Jay shakes her head. "Not unless has another weakness." Dean frowns. "Well, Dad would want to make sure, he'd dig her up. Does it say where she's buried?" "It doesn't say, but her husband probably does. His name is Joseph Welch, he works at Frontier auto salvage yard, and I bet five bucks he's there right now, um, but you two get cleaned up first, I'll try and find the address."

Dean walks to John's shower, while Sam heads to theirs, but stops. 

"Hey, Dean?" Dean stops and turns around. "What I said earlier, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry." Dean holds up a hand to stop his brothers rambling. "No chick-flick moments." Sam laughs. "Alright, bitch." "Jerk." "The both of you are idiots, not please go take a shower before your river fumes cause me to pass out." The two of them laugh and disappear to their respective showers. Jay notices something on the night table, a framed photograph of John sitting on the hood of the Impala next to a younger Dean with a younger Sam on his lap, but there is a noticeable lack of Jay. She smiles sadly, knowing that no matter what, Sam would always have a place here, but she never would.

Later Dean runs out to grab something to eat while Sam sits on bed listening to a voicemail from Jess. Jay plops down next to him and gives him a hug. "Don't worry, we'll make it back in time."

Outside Dean notices the deputies approaching him and calls Sam. "What?" "Dude, five-oh, grab Jay and take off." "What about you?" "Uh, they kinda spotted me. Go find Dad." Dean hangs up the phone as the deputies approach. He turns and grins at them. "Problem, officers?" Jaffe speaks first. "Where're your partners?" "Partners? What, what partners?" Dean says, playing dumb. Jaffe glances over his shoulder and jerks his thumb towards the motel room. Hein heads over there and Dean begins to fidgets. "So. Fake US Marshal. Fake credit cards. You got anything that's real?" "My boobs." Dean sasses while grinning, only for Jaffe to slam him onto the hood and start reading him his rights.

In the sheriffs office, Dean is sitting there, when sheriff Pierce enters the room, carrying a box. He sets the box on the table and goes around to face Dean across it. "So you want to give us your real name?" "I told you, it's Nugent. Ted Nugent." "I'm not sure you realize just how much trouble you're in here." The sheriff said, getting pissed at Dean cheekiness. "We talkin', like, misdemeanor kind of trouble or, uh, squeal like a pig trouble?" The sheriff stared at him. "You got the faces of ten missing persons taped to your wall, along with a whole lot of satanic mumbo jumbo. Boy, you are officially a suspect." Dean raised an eyebrow at the absurdity of it. "That makes sense. Because when the first one went missing in '82 I was three." "I know you've got partners. One of 'em's an older guy. Maybe he started the whole thing. So tell me. Dean." The sheriff tosses a brown leather-covered journal onto the table. "This his?" Dean stares at it until the sheriff flips it open, and Dean sees that it's filled with newspaper clippings, notes, and pictures, just like what's on the walls of John's motel room. "I thought that might be your name. See, I leafed through this. What little I could make out-I mean, it's nine kinds of crazy, but then I found this too." He points to something and Dean leans forward to read it: DEAN 35-111. It's circled and there's nothing else on the page. "Now. You're stayin' right here till you tell me exactly what the hell that means." Dean looks back up at the sheriff. 

Sam and Jay are standing outside of the Welch house. "Sam, you stay here and try and figure out how to rescue Dean. I'll go talk to the man, he's more inclined to listen to me anyways. You know, with me being a small petite woman." Sam sighed and agreed.

Jay goes up to a door with a grimy glass window and knocks on it. An old man, which Jay presumes is Joseph Welch answers. "Hi. Are you Joseph Welch?" "Yeah." "Please come walk with me." The man nods, and the two of them begin walking down the driveway. Jay showed him the picture of John and asked him if he had seen him. "Yeah, he was older, but that's him." He said, handing back the photo. "He came by three or four days ago. Said he was a reporter." "That's right. We're working on a story together." "Well, I don't know what the hell kinda story you're working on. The questions he asked me?" Jay smiled reassuringly. "I know they were probably strange, they were about you wife, Constance, right?" "He asked me where she was buried." "Yes, and where's that again?" "What, I gotta go through this twice?" "Just fact checking, the other guy's started losing his memory." "That makes sense. She's in a plot. Behind my old place over on Breckenridge." "Why did you move?" Jay asked gently. "I'm not gonna live in the house where my children died." Jay stops walking. "Mr. Welch, did you ever marry again?" "No way. Constance, she was the love of my life. Prettiest woman I ever known." "So you had a happy marriage?" Joseph hesitated, and Jays eyes narrowed. "Definitely" "Well, that should do it. Thanks for your time." Jay turns to go then stops. 

"Mr. Welch, the newspaper, it's a paranormal one, so please, bare with me. Did you ever hear of a woman in white?" Joseph turns around. "A what?" "A woman in white. Or sometimes weeping woman?" He just stares, so Jay continued. "It's a ghost story. Well, it's more of a phenomenon, really." When he doesn't respond, Jay tries to explain better. "Um, they're spirits. They've been sighted for hundreds of years, dozens of places, in Hawaii, Mexico, lately in Arizona, Indiana. All these are different women, but all share the same story." "Girl, I don't care much for nonsense or your newspaper." "See, when they were alive, their husbands were unfaithful to them." That caused him to stop. "And these women, basically suffering from temporary insanity, murdered their children." He turned around. "Then once they realized what they had done, they took their own lives. So now their spirits are cursed, walking back roads, waterways. And if they find an unfaithful man, they kill him. And that man is never seen again." "You think...you think that has something to do with...Constance? You smartass!" "You tell me." Jay says, staring him in the eye. "I mean, maybe...maybe I made some mistakes. But no matter what I did, Constance, she never would have killed her own children. Now, you get the hell out of here! And you don't come back!" Joseph was shaking, though from grief or anger Jay couldn't tell. After a moment, Jay sighs and turns to leave.

At the sheriffs station, Dean is still getting interrogated about the note in the journal. "I don't know how many times I gotta tell you. It's my high school locker combo." "We gonna do this all night long?" The sheriff asks, struggling to remain calm, when a deputy leans in. "We just got a 911, shots fired over at Whiteford Road." The sheriff turns back to Dean. "You have to go to the bathroom?" Confused Dean replies. "No." "Good." He then handcuffs Dean to the table and leaves. Seeing a paperclip poking out, he grabs it and starts picking his cuffs. Moments later, he's free and after the sheriff and deputy leave he jumps out the window and goes down the fire escape. 

Jay and Sam are driving in the Impala when Sam gets a call. "Hello?" "Sammy, it's Dean, my phone was confiscated and I didn't have time to get it back. Also, fake 911 call. Gotta say, pretty illegal." "You're welcome." Jay pipes in. "Listen we gotta talk." Jay grabs the phone from Sam. "Tell me about it. So the husband was unfaithful. We are dealing with a woman in white. And she's buried behind her old house, so that should have been Dad's next stop." "Jaybird, would you shut up for a second?" "I just can't figure out why Dad hasn't destroyed the corpse yet, tha-" "He left Jericho." That gives her pause. "I've got his journal." "Wait, he never goes a damn place without the thing." "Yeah, well, he did this time." Jay pauses. "He left you a note in it." "Yeah, the same old ex-Marine crap, when he wants to let us know where he's going." "Coordinates. Where to?" "I'm not sure yet." Sam takes the phone back. "I don't understand. I mean, what could be so important that Dad would just skip out in the middle of a job? Dean, what the hell is going on?" "SAM!" Jay shouts, causing him to slam on the breaks and drop his phone. Constance is standing in front of them. "Sam? Sam!" Inside the car the two breath hard and Constance flickers into the backseat. "Take me home."

"No." Sam says. Constance glares and the doors lock themselves. The two struggle to reopen them when the gas pedal presses down and the car begins to drive itself. Sam tries to steer, but Constance is doing that too. They continues to try to get the door open and in the backseat, she flickers.

The car pulls up outside the house and shuts off, and Jay finally gathers her nerves. "Listen here you ghosty bitch. A. my brother isn't cheating on his girlfriend, I'm his sister, B. boo hoo, you husband cheated on you. What you don't do is fucking murder your children and start tempting men. They barely have brain cells to begin with. "Hey!" Sam say, looking affronted, but Jay ignores him. Constance ignores here, continuing with her ghostly monologue. "I can never go home." Jay throws her hands in the air. "Sam, you deal with White, I'll find her corpse." She lifts up a floor compartment and grabs salt and oil, before smashing a window and jumping out. 

Inside Sam is stuck with Constance. "Don't do this." Constance flickers, her voice sad. "I can never go home." "You're scared to go home." Sam looks back, but she isn't there. He turns and sees her in the seat his sister just vacated. "Hold me. I'm so cold." "You can't kill me. I'm not unfaithful. I've never been! That girl was actually my sister." "You will be. Just hold me." 

She kisses Sam as he continues to struggle, reaching for the keys. She pulls back and disappears, a flash of something horrible behind her face as she vanishes. SAM looks around for a moment, then yells in pain and yanks his hoodie open. There are five new holes burned through the fabric, matching to Constance's fingers: she flickers in front of him, her hand reaching into his chest. A gunshot goes off, shattering the window and startling her. Dean approaches, still firing at her. She glares at him and vanishes, then reappears, and he keeps firing until she disappears again. Sam manages to sit up and get out. "Dean, Jay's gone after her body." 

They run into the house and find Jay talking to Constance. "Constance listen to me. It's not your fault. Calm down, your children don't blame you, they want to see you again. When your husband cheated on you you went insane for a moment, it wasn't something you could control!" Behind her, water begins pouring down the stairs and two children flicker in front of her. "You've come home to us, Mommy." They hug her tightly and the three ghosts flicker and vanish. Sam reaches the same conclusion Jay did. "So this is where she drowned her kids. This is why she could never go home, she was too scared to face them." "You found her weak spot, nice job Jaybird." He then slaps her on the back and Sam in the chest. The too of them laugh, though Sam laughs through the pain. "Yeah, I wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?" "Hey. Saved your ass." "Yeah well I saved us all, so I win." Dean turns to Sam. "I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car, I'll kill you." Sam and Jay laugh again and they all pile in.

On the highway, Dean is driving while Sam has the journal open to "DEAN 35-111" and a map open on his lap and is finding coordinates with a ruler, a flashlight tucked between chin and shoulder and Jay napped in the back. "Okay, here's where Dad went. It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado." Dean nods. "Sounds charming. How far?" "About six hundred miles." "Hey, if we shag ass we could make it by morning." Sam looks at him, hesitating. "Dean, I, um..." Dean glances at the road then back. "You're not going. And you don't want Jay to be going either." "The interview's in like, ten hours. I gotta be there. And, Jay could make it, no problem, and I don't think she's safe around dad." Dean nods, disappointed, and returns his attention to the road. "Yeah. Yeah, whatever, I'll take you home, but in the end, it's up to her." Sam turns off the flashlight.

They pull up in front of the apartment, Dean still frowning. Sam gets out and leans over to open the back door and wake up Jay. "Jay, come on, wake up." "Hm, yeah." "Jay, we're back at the apartment. " That wakes her up. "So this is good bye?" Sam smiles. "Not necessarily. You can stay here if you want, you can come to the interview, they'd be astounded." Jay looks over at dean who nods. Jay leans forward and hugs him. "Call once a week, please. And when you find dad." Dean nods, and Sam goes into the apartment to let Jess know while Jay gets her stuff from the trunk.

Sam lets himself in. Everything is dark and quiet. "Jess? I'm home, and Jay's coming too." He closes the door and notices a plate of chocolate chip cookies on the table, with a note that reads "Missed you! Love you!", next to a National Geographic. He picks one up and eats it as he sneaks into the bedroom, smiling when he notices a guest room set up. The shower is audibly running as he sits on the bed, shuts his eyes, and flops onto his back. 

Blood drips onto Sam's forehead, one drop, then another; he flinches and opens his eyes. He gasps in horror: Jess is pinned to the ceiling, staring down at him and bleeding from the belly. "No!" She bursts into flames, which spread across the ceiling. Jay kicks the door open, her stuff dropped outside. "Sam!" Sam raises an arm to shield his face. "Jess!" "Sam, come on, she's gone, we have to get out!" She grabs him and starts dragging him out the door. "Jess! Jess! No!" The make it out just as fire ingulfs the apartment.

Outside firetrucks are putting out the fire as spectators gawk. Sam is loading a shot gun while Jay and Dean looks a him worried. He tosses it into the trunk, then shuts it, his face a blank mask. Dean reaches over and touches his shoulder. "Hey. How you doing?" Jay gives him a 'he just lost the love of his life and you're asking if he's okay?' incredulous look and Sam a worried one, as if he might blame her like their father did. "I'm fine." He turns to Jay and gives her a hug. "I don't blame you, it's not your fault." He whispered in her ear before turning. "Come on, we got work to do."

[kkaebsongtypo]

[7:24pm] “bobaeyes, thank you so much for the 5 gifted subs!” You smiled at the camera as you thanked one of your viewers. You crossed your legs in your chair and continued tapping away at your keyboard, planting strawberry seeds in your newly constructed Minecraft farm. You hummed along to your background music softly, harvesting your grown fruits and vegetables before hopping back to your house and putting your produce in the fridge.

“Hmm, I kind of want to build a… wait- like one of those spinny things- what are those called?? HELP I’m drawing a blank-” You laughed at yourself in disbelief and looked at your chat. The messages were quickly flooded with the word you were looking for.

“A windmill! Right, thank you! I want to build a windmill over by the flower garden.” You shook your head and looked back to your game. You dug through your chests for the materials you wanted, continuing to tell your chat about your plans. A highlighted message caught your eye when you glanced at chat. You recited it as you made your way to the flower garden.

“froggieteefs thank you for the sub, ‘Is donghyuck streaming also?’ Yes he is! He’s streaming Phasmophobia with Jeno and Che- OH MY GOSH!!!” You gasped mid-sentence after realizing you had forgotten something crucial. You paused your game and started standing up, quickly changing to your ‘be right back’ screen.

“I’ll be right back!! Just- give me a second!” You set your headphones down and rushed out the door. You hopped down the stairs towards where your boyfriend’s streaming setup was, shouting to him as you approached the door.

“Babe!!” You turned the handle and entered the room after he replied. He pulled his headphones off one of his ears and looked up at you from his chair; a bright smile on his lips. The sleeves of his hoodie were rolled up to his elbows and gold, round frames were perched on his nose. You smiled back at the sight of the bobby pins that still held his hair away from his face like you left it prior to beginning your stream.

“Say hi to the stream! What’s up?” You wrapped your arm around his shoulder and waved to his stream.

“Hello everyone~~ hey Jeno, Lele.” You bent down into frame and leaned closer to Donghyuck, hoping to hear the other boy's replies through his headset. You giggled softly at Jeno and Chenle’s loud greeting to you that caused Donghyuck to furrow his brows and quietly scold them for yelling in his ear.

“I just realized that we forgot our good luck kiss earlier.” You said, turning to face your boyfriend. His eyes widened as he gasped, quickly facing you as well.

“You’re right!” He exclaimed louder, before placing a soft peck to your lips. You smiled softly at him, the signature bright smile returning to his face as he spoke again.

“Good luck with your stream, baby. Have fun!” You swatted his hand away when he reached up and ruffled your hair. He chuckled and turned his head to the hand that rested on his shoulder, placing another quick kiss to your knuckles.

“You too, babes!” You placed his headphone back over his exposed ear and began straightening your back, about to head back to your own stream.

“Enjoy the rest of Hyuck’s stream everyone~ Try not to die to any ghosts, baby.” You pressed your lips to his cheek before waving goodbye to his stream. Donghyuck called your name and sent you a wink as you looked back at him on your way out. Without missing a beat, you winked back at him and blew him a kiss, giggling to yourself as you shut the door and running back up the stairs to your office.

“Alright, hey all! I’m back!” You placed your headphones back over your ears and pulled up your gameplay and facecam once more. As you readjusted yourself in your chair your read through chat and laughed quietly at a message caught your eye.

“Yes! Everything is okay haha, it’s just that- like- before either of us stream, Hyuck and I always give each other like a little ‘good luck, have fun!’ kiss and we just forgot today for some reason so I ran down to do that.” A wave of messages expressing how adorable they thought your little routine was made you smile, heat slowly rising to your cheeks. Certain comments about you and your boyfriend made your heart flutter as they appeared in chat.

“A lot of you are saying that you want more content of us together,” You giggled as you got back to your windmill building. You hummed softly.

“We were actually planning on doing an Animal Crossing update stream this weekend because I’ve been playing a lot of that in my spare time and my island has changed quite a bit since you last saw it. Hyuck also has yet to see some of the new stuff so we were thinking of doing a chill stream for that, it’s also winter time in the game so that’s very exciting!” Your eyes went back and forth between placing blocks and reading chat.

“meh77 thank you for the 100 bits! I see a lot of you saying you want to see us play Among Us together..hmm” You thought for a moment, continuing the outline of your windmill.

“Maybe I’ll send Hyuck and the crew a message and see if they’d want to play a few rounds later. But I do want to make some good windmill progress so hopefully they plan on playing Phasmophobia for a bit.” You smiled at all the excited messages that took over your chat and picked up your phone to text your group chat. You looked back into your chat as you typed the message into your phone and pressed send.

“Hey actually, are any of them in chat...?” You raised your eyebrows and checked through the messages, scanning for any of the mod icons. It didn’t take long for you to spot chats confirming two of your friends attendance.

“Sick, Jaem and Mark are here AND they’re down to play. Ooh I need more wood..” You sorted your inventory and went back to your house for more resources. You looked down at your phone screen when it lit up, reading the replies that just came in.

“Oh! Wow- Renjun and Jisung both already replied and are in! Looks like we’ll be playing some Among Us in a bit. And yes, I’m sure Hyuck will be joining. If you’ve never watched him play; he is very good. It would be awesome if we got imposter together tonight- this is going to be so fun!!” You clapped your hands before continuing back to the windmill. The chat filled with more enthusiastic messages as you changed the subject back to your Minecraft plans. A small smile found your lips when your phone lit up again, this time with a text from Donghyuck.

“Chat is looking forward to among us later, they really want to see us killing everyone together ;) talk to you in a bit, baby.”

streamer!hyuck mini m.l

unus annus m.l

[hueningchu]

He won’t find out.

Genre: Smut, Angst, established relationship 🍒

Paring: Backstabbing!Jake x Cheater!Reader 🍒

Song: “Meddle About” by Chase Antlantic🍒

Warnings: Smut, A bit of angst, Degradation, Manipulative Behavior, Toxic friendships and Toxic relationships (Don’t strive to have a relationship like this!! It’s very toxic and you can fantasize or whatever but don’t make it real!!)

Summary: Cheating is a sin. Yes you know..but how could you resist your boyfriend’s sexy friend. Heeseung has no idea but his very own best friend has been trying to get in your pants since Heeseung introduced you two. You hate the way Jake acts like he’s the most innocent one in this little love triangle when honestly..he’s the worst.

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“Jake this is y/n. Y/n this is Jake.” Heeseung turned to Jake. “Don’t go acting a fool ok? First impressions matter.”

Jake just rolled his eyes and chucked at his best friends words. “Yeah yeah.” Turning to you, Jake smiled and waved. “Nice to meet you, Y/n! I’ve heard so much about you from Heeseung.”

“Nice to meet you! I’ve heard a lot about you too.”

“You two are the only people I really tolerate so..I hope you can get along.”

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When Heeseung said he was hoping you and Jake could “get along” he wasn’t talking about anything more than being civil to each other whenever the three of you hung out. Yeah, You’re pretty sure Heeseung didn’t mean for his girlfriend and best friend to be where they are now. Fucking each other behind his back and sneaking around to be with each other.

“Fuck y/n, stop being so loud. Just because Heeseung is not here don’t mean word doesn’t get around. The neighbors could hear us and tell him.” That’s easy for him to say when he was the one blowing your back out and fucking you so hard in the doggy style position that your knees and arms get to weak to hold yourself up.

“I..c-can’t be quiet..feels too good.” Was all you could get out before you moaned loudly into the pillow.

“Why can’t you? Just shove your face in the pillow and be quiet. I know you’re not used to getting fucked like this but just shut up and take it.” While Jake was talking he did not falter for a second. The whole time he continued fucking into you and made sure to kept making you feel good even while scolding you. “Unless you’re doing it on purpose. Maybe you’re screaming like such a whore for me because you want the whole apartment complex to hear.” Just then Jake shoved you forward until your cheek hit the wall. Once your face connected with the wall, Jake grabbed your hair and got closer to your face. “Go on then. When I start fucking you I want to hear you tell everyone how much of a slut you are for my cock. Tell ‘em about how Heeseung can’t hit the right places and that’s why you wanted ‘your little puppy’ to take his place.” When he used that old nickname it made your heart dip. You had completely forgotten about that nickname but you better trust that Jake never forgot it.

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“Hey babe! Ready to go?” You left the bedroom to see Heeseung talking to Jake. When the two boys heard your voice they both looked up and gave you a smile. Heeseung got up and walked over to give you a kiss on the lips.

“Yeah” He walked over to grab his car keys off of the kitchen counter. “Oh! It’s cool if Jake comes with us right? He didn’t eat today and said he’ll pay for the whole meal if we let him come with.”

“A full paid meal and neither of us have to pay? Hell yea he can come with!” You skipped over to Heeseung and wrapped your arms around him. “I love how he follows us everywhere. He’s like our little puppy.”

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“Like your little puppy? Remember that? Cause I never forgot it.” Just then Jake started back up again and went rougher due to how horny he obviously was at the moment. It did not take long for you to start moaning out against the wall loudly. When you pushed your lips together to shut yourself up Jake grabbed your hair again and pulled on it. “I told you to yell for your neighbors. You can start now.”

“Please Jake..I don’t want them to hear me-” Before you could even get the sentence out he smacked your ass.

“Do you really think that’s fair? Don’t you think Heesung should know? His sweet y/n is going behind his back and fucking his innocent best friend.”

“Y-You’re not innocent..You’re still his best friend and if he finds out t-that’s worse then a girlfriend backstabbing him.”

“Fuck you, me and him are gonna be friends forever and you’ll just be a cheater bitch who gets left in the dust.”

You would hate to say he was wrong but Heeseung and Jake go way back and it made you wonder if (when) Heeseung finds out would he blame you or Jake? It would be ideal if Heeseung just dropped you both so you could point and laugh at Jake.

“Ah I’m gonna cum and you still haven’t screamed for me. Let’s hear it now then.” As if he couldn’t go any harder. He did in fact go harder and leaned on your back to get his face closer to yours again. “Please moan for your little puppy.”

He sounded so sweet that by impulse you moaned for him and nodded, immediately submitting instead of fighting like you have been. “Yes Jake, I’m your little slut.”

“You know you’re gonna have to say it louder than that.”

“Jake please keep fucking me! It feels so good! I don’t care if Heeseung finds out!”

That was definitely the sentence that made Jake have to pull out because he was damn near about to burst before he realized he was 2 seconds away from cumming. God you loved fucking Jake but there were a few minutes after each one of your secret get togethers where you just laid there and thought about how horrible it was that you enjoyed jakes company more than Heeseungs. You snapped out of your self deprivation after getting a kiss on your forehead from the devil himself.

“Don’t worry hun…he won’t find out.”

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Word count - 965

pt. 2 <- here

Kinktober 2022 list<3

[bullsandthebones]

"Mi Amor"

Jake Lockley x Male Reader

FEM ALIGNED DNI

Warnings: homophobic slurs, reader has a shitty family, threats from jake, homophobic family

heeheheehehehhe hurt/comfort bc I'm sad, also I don't know spanish so there will be very little in here. this is definitely NOT based on my family. not at all. nope. couldn't be. 

I let out a shuddered sigh as I knock on the door in front of me. It opens rather quickly, showing the familiar face of my mother. I force a smile. "Hey mom, how's it going?" She smiles, although it doesn't quite meet her eyes. "I'm doing well sweetheart!" She leads me inside, taking my jacket and putting it on the hook in the hallway. "The boys are in the living room", she says, shooing me off. "I can't believe you guys still do that", I murmur, settling down on the couch. My uncle gives me a tiny nod, obviously uncomfortable about the fact that I even showed up. I feel a dip in the couch next to me, and I look over to see my grandfather. "Hey kid, how's the job hunt going?" I fake another smile, "Going well, I have a couple interviews lined up." He nods, looking as though he doesn't believe me. My other uncle butts in, "Oh yeah? Where? At Walmart?!" My uncle laughs, a couple other guys joining in shortly after. "Ha ha, very funny", I say sarcastically. I could tell he was about to make another comment, but my grandmother shouts, "Boys! Dinner's ready!", from the kitchen. 

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"So, Y/N", my grandpa starts after we've all sat down at the table, "Do you have a girlfriend yet?" My eyes widen. "Yeah! We're looking forward to grandbabies!", my grandma adds in. "Uh, no, I don't.", I say, filling my mouth with food to avoid having to talk. "Well duh, he's a faggot, why would he have a girlfriend?" My mom says this as though it's obvious, and the room goes silent. "Is that true?", that came from one of my aunts, fear in her eyes. "Uh, yeah. I'm gay." More silence. My grandpa sets down his silverware and points towards the door. "Get out, we won't have a fag in this house." I open and close my mouth, looking like a fish out of water. "W-what?", I sputter out. "You heard him, get out!", my mom shouts, everyone else joining in. I get up and grab my jacket, shaking my head as I leave. 

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I slam the door closed, startling my friend from his slumber. "Huh, what? Y/N?", he groans out. I take note of his accent, Jake's in control of the body at the moment. I grunt out a greeting, angrily kicking off my shoes and throwing my jacket onto a chair next to the couch Jake is laying on. "Mm? Y/N what's wrong?", he says, sitting up and patting the spot next to him. I flop down next to him, resting my arms on my knees and putting my head into my hands. "I hate my family.", I groan out. He rubs my back, asking quietly what happened. I relay the events of my family gathering to him, his body tensing not going unnoticed by me. "I'll fucken kill em, every single one.", he declares. I roll my eyes at him, giving him a light shove. " I'm serious! Say the word and they'll be dead by the morning." I sigh, giving him a look. "I can't ask you for that, you know I can't.", I say, patting his thigh, "Besides, that won't help anything. I just wish they accepted me." He grabs my hand, lightly rubbing it with his thumb. "Mi amor, if they won't accept you, then you don't need them." My heart tightens at the nickname he gave me, surely he doesn't know about my crush? I smile at him and quietly tell him thank you. He brings my hand up to his mouth, giving each of my knuckles a kiss. "You are too good for them, too good for any of them" I rest my head on his shoulder, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before I cuddle into his side. "Thank you Jake, you're too kind." He chuckles, "Anything for you."

[thefanficmonster]

Power Couple

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing 

Genre: Fluff, Humor

Summary: Sean, Felix, Dave, and Joel welcome Corpse’s girlfriend to a game of Party Animals. It’s her first time playing and she has to deal with a lot more than just the controls and objectives - her boyfriend being a cute, cuddly sweetheart with ulterior motives to his clinginess.

Requested by @susceptible-but-siriusexual. Thank you so much for your request! Hope I captured what you wanted and how you wanted. Feel free to send any other requests you may have XOXO

It’s been one hell of a day. Had to correct twice as many documents as I was originally supposed to at work; found my car with a flat tire in the parking lot as I was about to go home; argued with my boss over the phone while stuck in a traffic jam. It’s been a rough twelve hours, but it has led me here and that’s what I’d rather think about.

By ‘here’ I mean I’m sitting on the couch in Corpse’s recording room, my computer in my lap, my screen displaying the screen to the game Party Animals. The suggestion was Corpse’s. He immediately picked up on my below par mood and wasted no time finding a solution to bright up the remainder of the day, shadowing the shitty portion of it. I am not what you would call a gamer. Sure I’ve played Among Us with Corpse and his friends a few times. Even that I struggle to do because I’m internally fangirling over all the people in the lobby. Yeah, dating a youtuber doesn’t mean you automatically stop gushing over the many content creators on the platform you’ve been watching for quite some time now. Corpse knows how nervous I get so he’s always near me when we play with Sean, Felix and the other. All he has to do is give me that encouraging smile and wink of his and I’m good to go. Side note: massive props to him for going easy on me in Among Us, getting teasingly called ‘simp’ by his friends in the process.

“You’ll love it.“ He promised me over and over again as the game was downloading on my computer.

“I don’t doubt that, Corpse. But I am going in completely blind and I seriously don’t wanna embarrass myself.“ I mumble a quick ‘nor you‘ under my breath, hoping he doesn’t catch it because I’m in for a pep talk if he does. 

To my dismay, he does, “Listen here, you couldn’t embarrass me even if you actively tried to do something outrageous. Most likely scenario, I’d join you in the act.” He ducks in front of the couch so we’re at eye level, his hand coming up to cup my cheek in the sweetest, most comforting gesture ever. “We’ll show em who’s the boss at stealing candy.”

I can’t help but laugh, feeling unable to express just how much this man means to me. Words can’t do the feeling justice.

“Y/N!“

“Y/N!!“

“Corpse Wife has arrived!“

Hearing all the greetings lights a flame in my chest, the warmth spreading all the way to my neck and cheeks. “Hi guys! Missed playing with you!”

“We missed you too!“ Dave, the only one of the gaming gang I’ve actually met in person, replies to me, his words along with all the others’ wrapping around me like a comfort blanket. Despite them knowing I’m a fan of theirs, they’ve always made me feel welcomed, comfortable, nothing less than them.

“You know anything about this game?“ Felix asks me.

I shake my head, almost forgetting he can’t see me, “Corpse told me it’s funny and cute. It sounds like the perfect game for me.” 

“Oh no, this is a game of survival. Survival of the fittest!“ Sean shouts excitedly, a bang following his shout I can only assume was him hitting his desk.

“I’d like to think I’m pretty fit.“ I shrug my shoulders, laughing along with the guys.

“This is the only way to find out if you actually are.“ Joel’s voice comes through my headphones in the form of a tease.

Sean mumbles quietly to himself as he’s deciding how to separate us in two teams. “Guys, a little help here. We all suck at this game, it doesn’t really matter who’s in which team.”

“Actually...“ Felix trails off, “Corpse and Y/N are the ultimate power couple in Among Us. Chances are they will be in this as well. So, the only logical move would be to...“

“I’m taking Y/N, you take Corpse.“ Sean declares. “Joel, Dave, who do you guys wanna be with?“

And the game starts. Sean, Joel and I are the Meowfia while Corpse, Felix and Dave are yet to choose a team name. We throw around snarky, cocky comments at each other, taunting the opposite team as we struggle to take the candy to our respective sides of the map.

“Don’t you dare pull that lever, Dave!“ I launch at Dave, knocking his cute avatar away from the lever, buying Joel and Sean some time to steal back the gummy bear Corpse and Felix took from us.

“Y/N! Joel is out! Help me!“ Sean is freaking out now. I ditch Dave’s unconscious body and run to Sean’s aid. 

As I’m helping him push it towards out area a member from the opposite team latches onto my avatar, weighing me down and hindering me from doing anything.

“Hug!“ Corpse laughs as he has literally turned into a koala, holding onto my avatar.

“Corpse, you know you are actually supposed to hinder Y/N, not hug her. It’s cute though, don’t get me wrong.“ Felix laughs as him and Sean continue to struggle over the gummy bear.

“Nah, his tactic’s great. I can’t do shit.“ I desperately try and shake him off, “Babe, this is unfair. I can’t even be mad at you!“ I whine, staring to panic now that Dave is back to life and Joel is nowhere to be seen.

The round is won by Felix, Dave and Corpse who, if I might add, didn’t let go of me for the rest of the game.

We switch maps, now every man for himself. We’re on the submarine, recreating the Hunger Games with cute fuzzy animals. The thought passes through my mind, causing me to giggle.

“Y/N, you sound exactly like I’d imagine your avatar to sound. You’re so cute.“ Sean’s avatar circles mine a few times as he laughs.

He’s not wrong, my pale blue puppy is indeed cute. Apparently immortal as well.

“How is Y/N still alive?! Holy shit, her and Corpse really are a power couple.“ Dave shrieks when he sees me pick up the freeze gun. “NOOO!“ He shouts, devastated by the fact I shot him, sending him straight to his death.

“Chill, Dave. It’s all cool. Nothing personal.“ I struggle to hide my laughter, “No hard feelings, right?“

“Of course not, love.“ I can tell he grits the sentence through clenched teeth.

“Aw Dave, you are such an ice guy.“ I giggle, now shooting Joel with the gun.

“Someone take that gun from her!“ Sean cries as him and Felix race up the submarine.

Suddenly, the avatar of my boyfriend again wraps itself around mine. I hadn’t seen him in a while, considering Sean knocked him into the ocean earlier in the round. 

“How are you still alive?!“ I try to spin my puppy to get him to let go but he holds on tightly. “Babe, I swear, you are cute and I love you, but this is ridiculous. How and why are you alive?”

“That’s his superpower! He never fucking dies.“ Felix laughs, letting out a yelp when he briefly slips while climbing.

“Immortals!!! Immortals!!!“ Sean breaks out into a song, a song I really like, breaking the restraints I had on my laughter.

“Drop the gun or we’re dying together.“ He says almost seriously. Even though I can only see the back of his head I know he’s grinning.

“A Titanic/Romeo and Juliet mashup? Why not? I can live with dying a double historical death.“ Even though I appear accepting of his offer, I’m still trying to set myself free.

In the end, Sean claims his first win of the game and the rest of us are dead at the bottom of the ocean. Corpse and I did indeed die a Romeo and Juliet/Titanic death, getting everyone in their feels. We make a deal to get together and play again as soon as possible and we all go our separate ways, exiting the Discord call.

*Later that night* 

After a dinner consisting of takeout and two thirds of a shitty romantic comedies, Corpse shifts from next to me, starting to get up from the couch. I am surprised to feel jolted out of a half sleep as the room is now completely silent, the TV being turned off.

“Hey where’re you going?“ I ask groggily, rubbing my sleepy eyes.

“I have some editing to do. Don’t worry, I won’t stay up too late.“ He kisses my forehead before grabbing his phone from the coffee table.

Just as he’s about to walk away, I wrap my arms around his legs. He laughs, catching onto what I’m insinuating. His chuckle brings a smile to my face and butterflies in my belly. No matter how long we date for or how much time we spend together, some things never change. 

“Payback, huh?“ He asks, the smile audible in the question. I keep my eyes shut but nod, my arms still around his legs. “Alright, you koala. You’re coming with me.”

In his recording room, he settles in his chair placing me in his lap in a way that my legs dangling off to the side, my side leaning against his chest, my face hidden in the crook of his neck. We’re both comfortable, content and relaxed.

I don’t know when exactly it happens, but all my mind has registered is a quiet ‘I love you’ and the soft touch of Corpse’s lips on my temple. I manage to reply with an ‘I love you too’ before my sleepiness consumes me, my body completely relaxing against his, the warmth of his body, his scent, the sound of his breathing making me feel safe and loved: the two feelings I want him to feel with the same intensity when I’m in his arms.

Something tells me he does.

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THIS IS OUR YEAR

Chapter Six: Sleepover

"Come on Nance, let's get you home." Johnathan sighs as he helps his girlfriend to his feet. She goes to protest but stumbles and realises there's no point.

I catch a brief glimpse of sadness on Steve's face as he watches Nancy get helped to her feet. It's gone quickly and he stands up himself, stretching as he does. His shirt raises as he does and I can't help but stare as his toned stomach and snail trail peek out. I snatch my eyes away in time to catch Eddie looking at me. My fave flushes bright red as I'm caught and I flash him grin. He looks at Steve, then me, thinks and then pulls a face as if to say "fair enough" then winks at me.

Fuck.

He was trying to kill me.

"You going home with them?" Eddie asks, I note a hint of something in his tone.

"My mum thinks I'm at a sleepover so I can't go back until at least six, so if you wanna chill longer I'm up for that."

"It's getting cold, we can hang out in my van?"

"What every girl wants, to be in the back of some dudes van." Nancy snorts as Johnathan begins to lead her off.

In the firelight I see Eddie flush and look down, embarrassed.

"I think it sounds like a boss time." I reassure Eddie and his gaze lifts to me and he flashes me a heart melting smile

We put out the fire, gather up our belongings and rubbish and headed back to the carpark. My drunken feet betray me and I stumble, Eddie catches me every time I do.

"Careful Princess, your ankles will be bruised if you carry on."

"You gonna kiss em better?" I tease, intoxicants loosening my inhibitions.

"Well if that's the offer I'll throw you the rest of the way and kiss whatever hurts."

Words fail me as we break out of the treeline into the carpark. Johnathan is trying to get Nancy into the car but she's resisting.

"I want to say goodbye to Tallu-luuuu-lah" she is yelling, words echoing into the darkness.

"I'm here Nance," I laugh, hugging her and then edging her into the seat.

Nancy is snoring in the back before we finish our goodbyes, hugs and promises of more time are given. We watch as the car drives away and we're on our own again. He confidently strides over to his van and makes me stand to the side whilst he climbs in the back doors. I hear rustling and swearing as he moves around.

"Ok, you can come in now." he sounds half out of breath as I climb in.

His van is tidier than I expected, he'd laid out some blankets and pillows and pushed the instruments to the corners. The remaining drinks and his lunchbox sat in the middle. He closes the doors behind us and the darkness is illuminated by a battery lantern.

We begin to fall into easy conversation, drinks, lines and joints in between laughs and revelations. We tease each others music tastes where we differ, but glow when we have a mutual love.

"Stevie Knicks is my god." I announce, handing the joint to Eddie.

"I will give you Fleetwood Mac, they are godly in theor own right." he pauses as he inhales. "Your voice is similar to Stevie's."

My face burns red.

"That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me."

"It's true, I couldn't place it earlier."

The night gradually winds downs and soon we're lying down next to each other, under a soft green blanket. My head's leaning on his shoulder as we talk, his arm under my head. Conversation begins to die out as the van spins a little. Eddie licks his lips for a third time and despite how messy i'm feeling I'm suddenly super aware of his body pressed against mine. In the quiet I can hear his breath, slightly ragged as his other hand moves to my hip. Just as I'm sure he's going to kiss me he pulls back.

I feel myself burn in rejection.

"I'm sorry Bubblegum, I want to kiss you so fucking bad 'cos you're smoking hot and like way cooler than me but we've had a lot to drink and to sniff and smoke and I don't feel comfortable. I will take another opportunity, should it present itself, but maybe just stoned."

I look at him steadily.

"Thank you." I say slowly as I process everything. I was thankful, I was aching for him to stick his tongue in my mouth but maybe after hours of partying isn't right for either of us.

"Do not thank me, is the bar so low for men?" he shakes his head and moves back so we're cuddling again. "We will cuddle and I will almost certainly get erect if we spoon so I have warned you."

I move so we're spooning and I feel his legs tense.

"I was warned." I say, snuggling in, my ass rubbing against his clothed lap.

"God damn it, you in this fucking skirt." he intakes a sharp breath. "You're gonna be my downfall, aren't you, Bubblegum?"