#i bring with me the yard stick and shimmy in as deep as my hips. now i can JUUUUSSSSTTT barely reach my phone with the yard stick and hook

[clonewarsahsoka]

I've just had such an awful fucking time

[hermankopusortizorsumshite]

Grady's Homecoming

“Grady! You always talk about bein’ fucked. Fuckin’ all ‘ese German women, you got a woman waitin’ for you?” Bible’s voice crackles through the headset.

Grady’s mind travels to you. You were at home in Arkansas, probably keeping the farm afloat while he fought for your safety. He played the ladies’ man role well these days, because he never wanted anyone to know about you; to hurt you.

“Grady Paul Travis! Git over here!” you shouted as you chased him through the yard. He remembered this memory well; you chasing him around with a wooden spoon in your hand.

“That’s a mighty fine pie, ma’am!” He shouted to egg you on, begging you to keep chasing him. His path lead you through the yard, over a couple fences into muddy, sloppy pens and finally into the barn where he hid from you.

“Grady, hunny, come on out. I ain’t gonna hurt ya.” You called, looking over the hay bales. He had watched you creep through that barn with that spoon at the ready. When he finally could land, he dropped from the hay loft and rolled you into a straw bale. You screeched and smacked his back with that wooden spoon, but he just roared with laughter.

“You make the best pecan pies, my beautiful lady. You also make the best wife.” He smiled, kissed your cheek with a loving smile.

“Yer damn right I do, Grady Paul Travis. You had to stick your grubby little paws into my pie.” You had hissed, letting him pepper your face with kisses as he rolled to keep you from being stabbed with straw. “Hunny? I love you.” You drawled, putting down the spoon on the bench and laying across his body fully.

“I love you too, baby.” He cooed, kissing your face and hugging you against him as his lips got lost with yours on a grand adventure that lead to his dirty, oil covered hands sliding up into your work gown and massaging your breasts. You careened into him and gripped his curls tight in your fists.

“Grady! Grady get down! Jesus christ!” Bible’s voice brings back from his daydream and he ducks hard into the tank.

“Grady are you with us now?” Don shouts, grabbing his coat collar.

“Ye-yeah. Yeah sorry.” He coughs, tears almost spilling over his cheeks.

“Grady, you okay buddy?” Norman calls, looking up at the Coon-Ass with a sad, sorry look in his eyes.

“Yeah, I’m fine, dammit.” He barks, scrubbing away the tears.

Once they get into the crossroads, Grady and Norman head into the building near there and search for parts.

“Grady, listen. Whatever happened back there--” he grabs Norman around the neck and drives him against the wall.

“Nothing happened.” He spits through his clenched teeth. Raising his hands up, Grady lets go and heads to keep looking. “I do got a lady back home. I try not to think about her because she fucks me up. But yeah, she’s my world. I’m sorry you lost your German girl back there, I really am. If I could 'a saved her I woulda. But I couldn’t.” He offers, toeing at the dirt.

“Thanks Grady.” He huffs, deflating the breath he’d been holding.

“Don’t thanks me. I ain’t do nothin’.” He shakes his head as he turns and starts out the door.

After the dust and blood settled, troops came to the Fury team’s rescue. Not single Fury member was dead, wounded, yes. But dead? No. It was a miracle and Bible babbled about it the whole way back as the troopers told them they were heroes. Grady didn’t care to feel like a hero, he hurt and he was ready to see his lady. It’d been a long four years, a few letters, but a long time since he’d seen your face.

“You guys are gettin’ patched up and sent home. You can’t fight in the shape you’re in.” The man had said. Tears filled Grady’s eyes then, as he knew he’d get to see you.

“A broke wing and pure heart, Mister Ass, you get to go home and find you some American ass, aye?” Don cheers, and Grady just nods, giving a wave to him.

“I’mma go home an’ kiss my woman hard and fuck ‘er hard too.” The three men from the Fury, Don, Bible, and Gordo, all looked to Grady with wide eyes.

“Your woman?” Bible asks, looking to his best friend with shock.

“Yeah. I’m a taken man, Boyd.” He chuckles, patting the man on the knee.

“So all this talk about fuckin’ these German women, and you never fucked one did ya?” He asks, punching him in the shoulder. Grady only shakes his head.

The men board the air carrier that flew them into the depths hell and they all hoop and holler as they lift into the air.

“They say the war’s all but done anymore. You boys did a hell of a job out there.” The pilot talks over the intercom as they fly over open water.

“I can’t wait to take a fuckin’ shower.”

“I can’t wait to sleep in a bed.”

“I can’t wait to find me a woman.”

“I can’t wait to see my woman.”

Each man had a different dream, but all the same, they all were excited to go home.

“Wardaddy, Gordo, Coon-Ass, War Machine, I never wanna hear those names again.” Bible cheers as the plane gets close to landing. Women, children, and even men waited cheering as the plane dropped to the ground. The five Fury survivors of war hug tightly, and go their separate ways.

“Grady Paul Travis? Have you seen him? He’s tall, busted up crooked nose, cute, dumb smile, have you seen him? They told me he’d be on this flight.” Bible’s head whips around and his eyes lock with Grady’s as the woman shoves a photo into Bible’s face. He’s sees Bible’s finger point to him and he ducks, his heart racing. He hadn’t seen you in four years, he didn’t even think you’d be here, but he heard you calling for him. When you come around the corner where Bible had pointed you, you don’t see anyone you recognize until you see the man of your dreams rise to his feet above the crowd and you give a screech, letting into a dead run through the crowd, across the lot and springing into his arms.

“Even with a busted wing, he caught her.” Don chuckles to the crew, watching on for a moment as Mister Ass himself sinks to the ground holding this petite little woman against his big, blocky frame like she was the last ass he’d ever see.

“Wow, crazy huh?” Gordo states, his hispanic accent poking through. “Mister Ass had a girlfriend this whole time. They watch a moment longer as she slides a ring from her neck onto his finger.

“I’ll be damned. Mister Ass is a married man.” Bible laughs.

No closer as you got in the door, Grady was driving you into the couch, tugging off your dress as fast as he could.

“I promise, slow later, baby. But fast now.” He grunts, shimmying from his pants. Grabbing his throbbing cock, he gives you a sweet smile and you nod, nails digging into his shoulders as you wiggle your hips closer to him. He slides into you and and rams in deep.

“Grady!” You shriek, nails digging harder into his shoulders as he fucks you hard against the sofa.

“Yes baby. I love you. I love you. I love you. I mis’d ya so much. Shit baby, yes.” He grunts, feeling himself twitch inside you as your walls constrict around his cock.

“Grady. Grady, yes. Please.. I’m so close. C’mon baby.” You encourage, ramming your hips up to meet his in sloppy thrusts. He leans down, hugging you tight against him as his thrusts get sloppier.

“I love you.” He sobs, cumming as you roll your hips into his once more, orgasming blissfully in his cock. He grabs you tight, holding you against him as he sobs hard against you. “I’m so sorry, baby. I’ll never leave you again.” He assures, his cock still in you as his arms grip tight against you so hard you gasp for breath. You love every minute of him holding you, pressing infinite kisses to your bare skin as he holds you.

“I love you too, Grady. I love you, baby. I love you.” You whisper, gripping his arms.

[impala-dreamer]

To The End of Time

SPN FanFic

~Dean picks up the pieces after a devastating accident~

Dean x Reader, Sam

2,600 Words

Warnings: Angst. Death. Blood. Implied Sexual Activity. Mostly just Dean Angst.

A/N: This is my entry for @butiaintgonnaloveem Baby’s Big 50 Writing Challenge! My song prompt was Meatloaf’s ‘Paradise By The Dashboard Light’. I went in a totally different direction than I had originally planned, I hope you like it... 

For the first two days he did nothing. Bruised and concussed, Dean sat on a stool in the garage staring at the wreckage.

Sam checked on him every few hours. He brought him food at mealtimes and cold beers now and then that sat at his feet untouched. He didn’t bother him; Dean was grieving. Sam had seen it before, but this time it was worse. He didn’t speak, refused to look up when Sam entered the room. Gone was the brave front, the placations that so often peppered the elder Winchester’s vocabulary. He wasn’t fine, so he didn’t say it. Sam kept a watchful eye, but he left Dean alone to do what he had to do.

On the evening of the second day, Dean got up; he legs protested with the sudden movement and his muscles twitched, reminding him with each step of the trauma. He ignored the pain and set to work, silently walking around his Baby, deciding where best to start. His hands passed over the hood, dipping into the fresh dents; his fingers catching on the mangled metal that stuck out at odd angles.

Her eyes sparkled as she turned to him, a beautiful smile tugging on her pink lips. Moonlight reflected off of the lake, the beams glistening on the still water. They were parked, taking a moment to relax in between apocalypses, their easy conversation illuminated by the stars.

Dean stretched out across the hood, his back against the windshield, his arms behind his head. “We should do this more often,” he remarked, taking a deep breath of the fresh air.

Y/N nodded in reply as she hugged her chest, a slight shiver passing through her as the cool air nipped at her skin. “It’s beautiful.”

“You cold, Baby?” He asked, sitting up.

“Maybe a little. I’m fine.” She answered with a smile.

Dean unbuttoned his flannel and pulled it off, tossing it over her shoulders and rubbing a hand down her arm. Y/N sighed and shoved her arms into the sleeves, letting his carryover warmth ease her chill.

“Why are you so good to me Dean?”

He laughed and licked his lips as he pulled her close, “You just bring out the best in me Y/N.”

Y/N settled against him, his arm slung over her shoulder, her head resting against his chest. “Will you love me forever?” she whispered.

He replied like every other time, with a smile and a kiss to her forehead, “Let me sleep on it.” It was an old exchange, words they said often; one of the little, secret things they shared. Another way to say ‘I love you’.

Dean moved on to the passenger door. He wrenched it open, cutting his hand on the broken shards of glass where the window had been. He watched as his blood dripped down, disappearing against the black paint.

Y/N laughed, tossing her head back against the hood as Dean pressed her up against the door. His fingers looped in the waistband of her jeans, tugging her hips up towards his as he kissed her perfect lips. Her hands gripped his neck, keeping him locked to her as their tongues danced together. In his mind there was nothing sweeter than her kiss, no taste he craved more than her lips.

His hands traveled up underneath her cotton tee, fingertips circling her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra. She moaned into his mouth, her fingers pulling tightly at his neck as he revved her engine. His lips fell to the base of her neck, sucking hard against the spot he knew would seal the deal. Sure, he could wait until they were back at the motel, safely tucked away in bed with the door locked; but he didn’t want to wait. He wanted her every second of the day, dreaming of her touch during the long hours of sunlight until they were alone and he could wrap his arms around her. The job was done, the adrenaline surged through them both; there was no reason to wait.

Y/N pressed her palms against his chest and pushed him back, grinning when she saw the hungry look in his eyes. Without looking away, she opened the car door and slipped into the front seat, laying back and shimmying out of her pants. Dean watched, growing ever harder as she kicked away her jeans and lifted her arms to beckon him down to her.

They lay together, tangled and cramped on the long bench seat, their breath fogging the windows as they rolled in the dark. Sweat covered their bodies, making them stick to the hot leather; their passionate cries filled the emptiness.

“Will you love me forever?” she asked, leaving a heavy kiss on the corner of his mouth.

Dean’s hands pushed through her hair, pulling her down to cover his bare chest. He wanted her close, next to his heart. It’s where she belonged. “Let me sleep on it.”

Sam watched from the doorway as his brother took apart the Impala piece by piece, laying out each mangled part carefully nearby. How many times had he done this task? Lovingly restoring each detail until it seemed like nothing had happened.

He walked towards Dean, making sure his boots fell loudly against the hard floor so as not to startle his brother. Sam stood next to the workbench and handed Dean a beer. For the first time in days, Dean accepted the drink, turning it in his hand, his eyes full of pain as he looked down at the white and red label.

“You want to talk about it?” Sam asked carefully. Just seeing Dean out of his chair was a victory; he didn’t want to push him.

“No.” Dean croaked, his voice hoarse from lack of use; his lips dry and cracked. “Not yet.” He put the beer down without opening it and picked up a rag, turning back to the car.

“Dean, it might help you to talk about it,” Sam pressed, even though he knew it would do no good.

A pathetic laugh issued from Dean’s lips, “And when has talking about anything ever helped either of us?” He moved to the car, bending down to climb into the front seat.

“Dean…”

“I said no.”

Sam walked away, leaving his brother alone as he began clearing the broken glass from the dashboard. He scooped the shards into a pile, carefully covering them with a rag and dumping them into a bucket. Pile after pile he cleared away, the scabs on his knuckles opening anew as he worked slowly, not caring about his wounds or the sting as dirt entered each cut.

Wind whipped through the open windows, filling the car and roaring in their ears. Y/N kicked off her shoes and scooted over in the seat, laying her head in Dean’s lap so she could hang her naked toes out of the window. She laughed as the wind tickled her skin, and Dean lay his hand on her stomach, loving the closeness. It was so easy with her, so calm and gentle; even the bad days seemed brighter with her there, and Dean found himself dreaming of something more. Maybe Sammy was right, maybe they could leave this life behind one day; say goodbye to the horrors and seek out a better way.

He could get a job in a garage or maybe even build his own business. Y/N could stay home and raise their kids. They’d have three, he imagined; two girls and a boy if he was being picky. After a long day he could come home and find them playing in the front yard, blowing bubbles or jumping rope; whatever it was that kids did nowadays. On the weekends they could go on long drives to nowhere, just enjoying their free time. He’d teach his kids to ride bikes and build forts, not fight monsters. The next generation of Winchesters would be different, normal, happy.

Y/N’s fingers closed around Dean’s hand and she pulled it up to her lips. She kissed him sweetly, her lips brushing gently across his skin as the dashboard light fell over her closed eyes, giving her an angelic glow. It was such a tiny gesture, an intimate little thing, just to let him know she was thinking about him. Dean smiled, his heart soaring with love and ideas. Yeah, he thought, maybe it was possible.

“Dean?” Her voice broke through his thoughts, pulling his attention down to her. She looked up at him with wide eyes, a teasing smile on her lips. “Will you love me forever?”

“Let me sleep on it,” he laughed and clutched her hand tighter.

Dean rang out the sponge until it was merely damp, leaving behind a stream of red in the sink. He returned to the Impala, gingerly wiping down the seats, soaking up the dried blood that caked the leather. With each pass he felt his chest tighten. A vice was clamped around his heart, threatening to choke it, to stop its beating forever. He could not stop the tears from falling as he washed away the garnet mess; he was washing her away. The last traces of Y/N cleared away with a dirty tan sponge.

His head fell to the seat as he broke down, a loud cry pushing up from his gut. He beat his fist against the leather; his fingers clawed at it, wanting to rip it away. Dean screamed as he tore at the upholstery, his hands working together in his rage to destroy the place where she had lay.  

 The road was slick, oil mixing with the rain, making the Impala shimmy over the blacktop.

Dean clutched the wheel, his foot easy on the gas as he navigated through the downpour. The windshield was flooded and even with the wipers on full speed, it was hard to see the lines on the ground.

Y/N turned in her seat, swiveling towards Dean as she spoke. Her voice calmed him, settling his nerves as they made their way home after an easy hunt.

As he drove through the intersection he peeked over at her, smiling as she laughed at her own joke. He hadn’t even heard her words, the pounding rain on the hood blocking out most of her conversation, but the look on her face was enough for him. He loved her laugh, loved seeing her happy, loved the look in her eyes when she looked at him. It was all love, he realized then. It was all love, and it was all her.

Headlights filled the car, bright beams pointed at them, haloing Y/N in blinding yellow light. Her body was thrown forward as the truck hit them; connecting with the right side of the Impala and shoving them across the highway.

Dean’s head hit his window and his eyes closed, his hands sliding off of the wheel as the darkness took him.

The roof was caved in; the shining black metal contorted by the rocks where the car had landed, upside down in the ravine. Dean opened his eyes, pain pulling him from unconsciousness. He blinked furiously as the world came back into view and he screamed her name, calling for Y/N in a panic. Her answer came slowly; her voice barely a whisper next to him. She lay, broken and twisted on the overturned ceiling, blood flowing freely from her chest and mouth.

Dean’s hands flew over her body, afraid to touch her, afraid he’d hurt her more. He listened to the low gurgling in her lungs as she struggled to breathe; there was nothing he could do. He lay beside her and lifted her head in his hands, cradling her to his chest as she wheezed. His tears fell on her cheek, mixing with her blood. He wiped them away with shaking fingers as he spoke to her softly, swearing to get help, promising to fix her.

Her fingers wrapped around his wrist and he stopped his frantic words, looking down into her fading eyes. She gasped, taking in as much air as she could. “Will you love me forever?” she asked, her eyes fluttering closed, a tiny smile pulling at her lips.

Dean kissed her; one final kiss before she left him. He felt her go, felt her breath stop; felt the warmth escape her skin, leaving her cold and limp in his arms. He watched through tear soaked lashes as his love, his hopes, his dreams, his Y/N faded away.

He shook, his body convulsing with pain and anguish while he rocked her lifeless form in his arms. He smoothed the hair back from her forehead and wiped his tears from her cheek once more as he whispered, “I will love you to the end of time.”

Dean worked without rest. He tore apart his beloved Baby and pieced her back together inch by inch; smoothing out her metal and replacing what could not be saved. He stitched the leather by hand, he oiled the dash. He peeled away the ruined carpet with his bare hands and laid new, taking his time making sure everything was perfect.

He stopped only when he couldn't see straight any longer, falling asleep for short clips in the backseat. He gave in to his brother's nagging and his stomach’s growls and ate when food appeared, but he never really stopped. Not until the paint gleamed again; not until every memory was back in place.

When he was satisfied, Dean pulled her out of the garage. He drove slowly down the hidden tunnel and out into the starless night. He pressed his foot to the floor, opening her up and listening to the engine roar. It filled his ears and blocked out the sound of the choked sobs that shook his chest. He clawed at his eyes, wiping away the tears that pooled in the corners and took a deep breath to settle himself. He dropped his hand to the seat next to him, empty now where Y/N used to sit. Light was shining from the dashboard, and he dreamed of her face, imagining her carefree smile once more.

“Turn this junk off,” Dean said, reaching for the radio.

Y/N swatted his hand away, shaking her head, “No! You cannot change this song! It's a classic!”

“It's horrible!” Dean protested, covering his ear as Meatloaf blared through the speakers.

Y/N pouted dramatically. “It's my favorite. And you love it too, so just shut up.” She laughed and leaned towards him as she began to sing along. It was loud and off key, but Dean loved it, rolling his eyes teasingly as she serenaded him.

“Will you never leave me? Will you make me happy for the rest of my life?” Y/N clutched a hand to her chest as she sang, acting out the words with theatrical flare. Dean watched from the corner of his eye as he drove on, pretending to hate the song.

“Will you take me away and will you make me your wife? I gotta know right now, before we go any further…” She turned back to Dean, crawling over the seat towards him, “Do you love me? Will you love me forever?”

He stayed silent, still teasing her by not joining in. Y/N lay a hand on his thigh, squeezing just enough to grab his attention. He smirked and turned his head slowly to face her, winking as he sang along, “Let me sleep on it…”

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