#i dont know how to cars or nothin

[cadavorcist]

cant stop the Aft-train

[2tarbell]

COWBOY TAKE ME AWAY

you ask your boyfriend to take a look at your engine…

(drabble. © 2tarbell 2024)

rafe was close to losing his damn mind. how was this thing even still running?

he’s not a mechanic, in fact he finds it all too fuckin’ annoying. but when you looked up at him with those sparkly eyes, asking him to fix your little car, he couldn’t bring himself to turn you down.

so there he was, backwards cap on and sweating through his shirt. he’s already smoked two cigarettes trying to even start to fix the damn thing. the mess that was awaiting him under the hood made him shoot you a look, but you simply furrowed your brows and sighed in that sugary sweet voice ‘jus’ dont know what’s wrong with it’.

he was a sucker, maybe. pussy whipped, for sure.

more than an hour had passed and hardly any progress was made on the deteriorating engine. he was starting to get pissed off, your ‘the chicks’ cd having played three times through, the screen door allowing it to be heard from the player in the living room.

rafe looks over at you again, taking in the way you sat on the steps of the trailer, pen in hand as you mumble to yourself about the crossword puzzle between humming along to the music. barefoot and sitting nice and comfy on the wooden plank. oh, the luxury.

you looked so pretty, and he almost dropped whatever tool he was using when he noticed you weren’t wearing a bra. he cleared his throat, focusing all attention on the shitty state of your motor.

“baby — what in the hell did you even do to this thing?”

your head snaps up at that, pouting and tiptoeing over to him, paper abandoned on the steps. you ignored his protests of heading inside to put on some shoes, stepping over rocks and weeds. rafe shakes his head and leans on his arms as he stares down the engine, praying to whatever will listen to magically tell him what the problem was.

he sighs when your arm snakes around his waist and turns to press a kiss to the top of your head that rests on his arm. your touch was a brief reprieve from the hot sun and difficult task.

“s’that bad?” you mumble, voice meek.

god, he would do anything to make that sad little tone vanish. but he can’t lie to you, not about this. no matter how much he knows you adore this car.

he hums, giving the engine a once over before looking over at you, “well, it— it ain’t great… gonna have to probably replace most of it if y’wanna keep it.”

the whine you let out makes an amused grin form on his lips. you both know you couldn’t afford to replace even half of it.

“well— can’t y’just— just—“

“ohhh, when did you become a mechanic, sugar?”

he whistles lowly at your glare, wrapping his arm firmly around your neck and pulling you in. the sensation of being pressed against his chest, his bicep pressing into your cheek makes a lick of heat shoot up your spine.

“don’t get an attitude w’me, a’ight?” he drawls into your hair, leaving that familiar heat to settle in your tummy. you knew better but whined incoherently, a babble of ‘but— but— daddy—‘. it might cost you some of his softness, but it was just so satisfying to hear him get just a little meaner.

“no, stop poutin’— dad’s doin’ this f’you on his off day, show some gratitude. there is nothin’ else i can do ‘bout the fuckin’ thing, ‘kay?”

he wished there was more to do for the vehicle, but it was about time. hell, you’ve had that thing longer than he could remember. you never were good at admitting he was right, though.

he sighs and shifts to wrap his arms tight around your waist, lifting you slightly on your toes. your hands immediately find his chest and you lean your forward against him, pouting still as his lips meet your temple. you stare at the car, feeling betrayed by something you considered your baby.

all things must come to end, or whatever the hell the saying is. you honestly found that to be complete bullshit as rafe runs a hand over your hip, fingers lightly caressing the skin between the fabric and your jean shorts. his touch was almost soothing.

“poor sweet girl…” his lips press against your ear, a teasing whisper, “what’m i gonna do with you, hmm?”

you huff, maybe a bit dramatically, and turn your head to gaze up at him. rafe chuckles softly at your expression, if anyone else did such a thing, it might’ve felt patronizing. but not him, not your rafe.

you can’t resist a little grin, hiding your face in his chest. he always made you fold too quickly. he coos and it makes you feel fuzzy all over. with a finger under your chin, he lifts your head up to press a sweet kiss to your lips. his are a little chapped and his scruff is starting to tickle your face but you don’t care, needing the comfort of your big, strong man desperately in this moment. his large palms trail down your body to settle and squeeze at your ass.

rafe smiles against your mouth, that tilt of his lips making your own rise. soon enough, you’re giggling and unable to kiss him back. he doesn’t care and presses closer, swallowing those precious little sounds.

he lifts you, hands throwing you up and over his shoulder. he smirks at your squeal and closes the hood with one arm, the other holding you snuggly on his shoulder.

“rafe cameron, you put me down!”

“nuh — uh. think it’s time you thank me, yeah?”

with a smack to the swell of your ass, he walks up the three steps to your shared trailer, already planning on taking you to shower with him. the screen door shuts with a slam and your laughter echoes into the dusty streets of your little neighborhood.

[renren-006]

Hi could you do something with fezco where he has a big fight with reader(girlfriend) with a happy ending

You Did a Bad Thing Twice| Fezco x Reader

Word Count: 1468 Warnings: Angst, drugs, language, fluff A/N: hey!! so i decided to have a little fun and have a little twist with this one hope you like it!!

You were the most curious person ever, just like that cat that couldn't keep to herself, you couldn't either. "Curiosity killed the cat"

As it was you were a curious person and Fezco knew that, and he knew that it would also mean one day it would blow up in his face. So when there were situations where you were too curious for your good, Fezco finally blew.

You were the most curious person ever, just like that cat that couldn't keep to herself, you couldn't either. "Curiosity killed the cat"

As it was you were a curious person and Fezco knew that, and he knew that it would also mean one day it would blow up in his face. So when there were situations where you were too curious for your good, Fezco finally blew. 

Time Number One:

This one had not been all your fault, only partially. You and Rue had decided to tag along with the boys to a deal and chill out in the car. It was only the two of you that night and it was surprisingly terrifying being trapped in a car with Rue, high off her ass. Fez didn't know she had taken something and you didn't want to be the one to rat her out but that happened anyways when someone came and put guns to your heads in front of Fez. You stood there in the dim light of the shipping containers and boats with Fezco’s eyes burning holes in your head. The man behind you had your hair in his hands and a gun to your spine, you thought you were going to piss yourself because of how scared you were. Then there was Rue, talking shit as normal and wouldn't shut up, so the man behind her jostled her a few times before she hit the mute button.

"Hey man, you let er' go" Fez spoke calmly to the man behind you. "They dont know nothin"

"Yea? Then why the hell you bring them here?" he asked, pulling my hair back, yanking my neck, and the gun dug deeper into my skin.

"Please, please" you begged, "I don't even do drugs, sir"

"Sir? Is this your girl Fezco?" the man asked, and Fez stepped closer.

"Yea," he said sternly, "You let her and her friend go and I'll forget about this shit ever happening, or else you can go find someone else to deal for you"

"Oh, I see how it is," he said. The man then threw you off of him, making you stumble and tip into Fez’s arms while the other guy calmly let Rue go, who stumbled behind Ashtray and was mumbling something to herself to calm down.

"Aight'' the man said, "You deal our shit properly or next time we won't leave your curious girl as clean as we left her today" and that was the end of the meeting. You clung to Fez who in turn picked you up and brought you back to the car. He sat you down next to him, one of your legs over his as he drove home, Ashtray watched from the backseat with a freaked-out Rue. That night you got scolded and got fucked senselessly till you swore promises to him as you fell asleep calmly. 

Time Number 2:

The second time was all your fault. Fezco knew you well enough to know that having a drug dealer show up at your shared house unannounced was a bad idea. So he shoved you into your shared room, and told you to be quiet. What seemed like an hour ticked by and you had not heard a peep from outside. You cautiously stepped into the hallway, and down to the kitchen and living room, only to come across a room full of tatted up guys with the main one sitting across from Fez. When you tried to step back down the hallway and out of the eyes of the gang members one of them spotted you.

"Hey! Fez you didn't say there were others in the house" the man said, grabbing your arm and pulling you into the living room. You were only in your sleep shorts and one of Fez shirts, you nervously put your arms around yourself to hide. 

"You have a pretty one, Fezco. Why didn't you have this little....slut join us?" the man asked Fez.

"She ain't no slut. She's my girl" Fez said seriously, "And she aint got no business here, let her go back to our room" 

"No, you hid this little thing away when I said no other listeners, she'll stay until we're finished here" he said as you were thrown next to Fez on the couch whose hand found yours. You wanted to whisper to him but the grip he had told you that he was pissed and I shouldn't talk if I wanted this deal to continue going smoothly. You knew you should not have snuck out the room to see what was going on.

"Now where were we...right. Molly? Are you selling my shit or do I have to teach you a lesson by playing with your girl?"

"Don't you touch her," Fez Said. You knew Fez hated selling molly, after what happened with Rue. It wasn't a secret that you knew about Fez's worries and his do's and don'ts in this business. You had talked to Ashtrey enough about this line of work to know that you could have fucked up this deal majorly by having Fez take on the selling of Molly.

"Look man I had a bad run in with Molly okay. I don't want to mess with that no more"Fez insisted.

"Well then, I think we have some persuading to do, '' he said and before he could even reach over to touch you, Ash had his gun aimed right at the dude's head.

"Don't you touch my ma you hear" Ash spoke, gun ready to shoot if the man even thought twice. The other guys had their arms now ready to whip their guns out but one had one trained on me and Fez was about to lose it. 

"Ash, put it down" a command spoken by Fez had the boy putting his firearm down. "Fine, small number, I already have your other products to sell" 

"I like a negotiation, '' the man said, waving his arm to have the man drop the gun and hand Fez a small bag. "One ounce, since your so cautious, and I won't try to touch your girl again if the bag is all sold"

"Deal" Fez spoke so fast he hoped the men would leave soon, and he did. When they were gone and you were calming down, Fez exploded. 

"What the hell did you think you were doing?" he asked Ash, straightened his back at Fez's loud words. 

"I...was curious. I was there for an hour…” you said, your voice quest as you spoke back to him. 

"What? you thought you would come walking in to see what was happening and leave not harmed" Fezco asked you angrily. 

"Yea.." 

"You cannot be serious! What the hell Y/N! The last time this happened you had a gun to your back and a man who looked like he wanted to take you, and this time.....I thought you were going to die" Fez said loudly. He was scared, this voice wasn't anger, ir was cautious. You threw that away when you went down the hallway and Fez almost lost his mind at the thought of you being hurt. 

"I think that about you, that you'll die one day when I'm not there or when Ash can't spring a gun..." You told him softly, you knew the worries because you had them. 

"Y/N," he said softly, his tone changing.

"I'm curious, because I want...No I need to know how much danger you're in"

"I'm safe hunny I swear" Fez spoke. He slowly sat back down next to you on the couch. 

"Are you? Because I know I fucked that up but what if I had not come out here and what if you still refused and he pulled a gun on you or Ash and all I could do is cry over one of your bodies...?" you screamed back. Now it was you that was scared "I can't live if you're not there, and I can not be kept in the shadows about this shit"

"I'm sorry, honey. I know now how much terror you must feel" Fez said, scooting closer to you on the couch. Ash slid down onto the chair in front of you two.

"I'll always protect him. And you" Ash spoke, "Your my ma, you care and you worry just like a mom would"

"I do, oh Ash hun I do, I worry about both my boys, and this line of work scares me because I don't know what shape you'll come home in"

"We know '' Fez spoke. "Why don't we watch that Disney movie you love?" He asked you. A smile rose to your face. 

"You'll watch that with me?" You asked.

"Anything to make you feel better," he told you. "Anything for you hunny"

[ashlees-lostfiles]

bad religion

a/n: so ngl this is kinda bad like rlly bad but its bcuz i haven't written in MONTHS so i was trying to get back into it, any tips would be appreciated! (not proofread)

you and chris are friends with benefits, but the two of you got into a fight because you gained feelings for him and wanted more from him, but he didn't feel the same

‘taxi driver, be my shrink for the hour’

i'm driving through the streets of boston with the windows down letting the wind flow through my hair, taking in the scenery, and watching the leaves flow down from the trees. when i picked chris up, he got in my car. i say “Chris we need to talk, i can't keep doing this with you anymore like this i need more from you.” he stares back at me with a blank expression spread across his face as if he doesn't even care about what i said. “chris hello please say something, anything even. break my heart if you have to i'm just begging you to please say something.” he lets out a slight laugh as tears start to well up in my eyes he says “well, ma i don't even know what you want me to say i told you what this was from the start we said this was strictly sex no feelings were supposed to be involved, and we weren't supposed to get attached to each other that's your fault for catching feelings and thinking i would feel the same”

‘i can never make ‘em love me, never make ‘em love me’

“but why can't you even think about it and take it into consideration? think about how nice it would be, just me and you. always available whenever you want me for anything.” he shakes his head and pinches the bridge of his nose clearly frustrated “why can't you just understand that i don't want all of that, i don't want to be in a relationship tied down to someone, and always having to worry about someone else it's too much".

‘oh, unrequited love'

'to me, it's nothin' but a one-man cult’

tears start to fill the brim of my eyes as his words sink in my voice breaks as i say “so basically what you're trying to say is that you just don't want me” tears start streaming down my face. Chris looks at me with a saddened look in his eyes “ma it's not that, its just too much we both agreed on what this was and if you couldn't handle it then you shouldn't have agreed to it in the first place” i slap his arm and say “don't you ever call me that again you have no right to do so after saying what you did, you broke my heart and still go act like you did nothing wrong, you hurt me chris and you don't even care enough to apologize” i say as i start to sob becoming barely understandable.

“trust me i am sorry but this is your fault not mine” he says while putting his hands up defensively. “chris get the fuck out of my car i can't stand you right now, dont contact me again until you come to your senses”

‘it's a, it's a bad religion, to be in love with someone, who could never love you’

taglist: @diaryofmiyah @clairomatt

divider creds: @bernardsbendystraws

[pumpkinsy0]

Can u do hcs of Steve and soda being purlys #1 opp (whether u ship stevepop or not )

of course!!!<33

•steve couldnt give less of a fuck WHAT curly and pony r doin he truly does not care, its soda whos dragging him along

•well thats what he WANTS u to think, he does care actually, not as much as soda but enough to be like “wtf is pony doing w curly”

•most of the time when one of em is flirting w the other, soda usually kinda looks over his shoulder and steve KNOWS hes looking at curly bc sodas eyes twitch a lil when hes mad

•when curly does something to rile soda up, steve isnt even upset hes just absolutely ASTONISHED at the it, like either curly has the balls or hes just really stupid and steve thinks its a mix of both (it is)

•sometimes steve and soda would be on a date but they see pony and curly off in the distance and they DONT want to just abandon their date so they r like, trying to focus on their date but they cant help but look over to see what pony and curly are doing

its just like “yea so then me and her-👀,,,yea,, so anyways we hung out”

•when theyre all at a party, steve and soda like to stay close to pony to make sure ponys ok and when curky comes over w like a drink or food or to just whisk pony away, they do NOT budge and pony just has to sneak off to curly while soda and steve r playing card games

•once, soda was looking into his and ponys shared dresser and noticed a shirt that was in there was a shirt curly was wearing literally a few days ago

•he aint even get mad or nothin, he took that shirt and steve and him used it as a sweat and oil rag for that day at the dx (which happened to be the busiest weekday)

•pony noticed but he couldnt say anything bc he wasnt rlly open about his relationship w curly so he would just glance at it frequently, and soda KNEW he was looking at it, he did feel a tad bit bad after that one

•steve was a lil dick and was askin if he was alright bc he was staring at something, what an ass

•when pony comes hime from hanging out w curly, soda cannot STAND the smell of curly at all, not bc he stinks rlly but bc it smells of curly undeniably, and hes just asking pony to take a shower 😭

•steve thinks soda being passionate about anything makes him pretty, so yes, he also finds soda ranting about how much he doesnt like pony near curly being attractive, he just choses to ignore the topic

•sometimes when curly wants to buy pony something (BUY not STEAL hes not completely broke all the time) soda and steve but in like “noooo ILL buy it for him” and curlys going “nono trust me mf I got this” and ponys zoning out just thinking “im getting double the snacks”

•when soda and steve accompany them at the drive in, they sit behind them so when curly tries that ‘yawning to put my hand around u, shit they just slap his arm midair and u just hear a loud ass SMACK and curly trying not to yelp😭

•its fine tho cause curly just puts his hand on ponys thigh and theres essentially nothing soda and steve can do but sit there seething

•steve and soda work at the dx im sure that when they see curlys rust bucket of a car, theyre going “r u SURE u wanna drive in that pony” absolutely dragging that car to hell and back just dissecting all the problems it has while curlys RIGHT there and they steve ends it off w “but hey man fuck it its ur life ig”

[https-evan2]

Slushies (Hobie brown x reader)

warnings! None just making out

No pronouns used

please mind English isn’t my first language and the making out will be pretty awkward since im not the biggest fan of the idea of it lol

• You and your boyfriend where heading home after one of his shows

• It wasn’t anything unusual considering you’ve been dating for months now

• It was getting dark which was a little unusual since it was summer

• You where just driving in his car barely awake but the he stopped

“hey luv’ wanna get somthin’ to eat” he said pointing to a gas station

“yeah” you said rubbing your eye trying to stay awake

• You both went inside of the gas station

• Tbh the constant sound of the air conditioning and the yellow tint was both annoying but really nostalgic

“I haven’t been in one of these since i was a kid” you said trying to break the silence

•You both went through and looked at food that had gone bad months ago hnit you come to the only thing without cobwebs on

•the slushie machines

“ey luv’ what do ya say?” He said pointing at the slushie machines

“yeah it’s probably the only thing that isn’t over 5 years old in here”

• You both walk towards it then pouring slushie in your cups

• You go over to the counter to pay only to be met by a sleeping middle aged man

• you slap a £2’er on the counter

“Are you sure that that was the actual price” you ask him

“eh cheaper is cheaper am i right?”

“That kinda illegal but okay”

• you sit down in his car and try not to thjnk about that

• After you’ve drunken almost half of your slushies you notice Hobie isn’t drinking just staring at you

“whats the matter got a staring problem?” You say jokingly

“Nothin’ you just look awfully lovely right now”

• He was always trying to tease you and make you flustered so it didn’t really affect you until you saw him unbuckle your seatbelts

“what are you-“ you tried to ask him but them immediately got put on his lap

“Oh gees you really want to do this now?” You say annoyed but still laughing at the end

“I dont see you complainin’”

• He grabbed your chin pressing his lips on to yours • You moved your hand up to his face and he moved his down to your waist

• The soft kiss slowly turned more heated and next thing you know you felt his tongue asking for permission

• You opened your mouth for him and the moment you did that he switched you around so he could use the seat as support

• He pressed you against the seat tongue exploring your mouth like there was no tomorrow

• You pulled away for air

• You look over at him smirking

“ya’know i would continue but i think we should drive away to somewhere more private” he said

• You would respond but you could barely form a sentence bc of how flustered you were even though it wasn’t anything unusual to make out with your boyfriend

“so watcha saying?”

[thelonelyshore-if]

My mc was uust there the whole time going

"How many times i gotta say i believe u, like i alr believed in supernatural and then i washed up on a shore after drowning for 2 days and oh yeah am in a city I ain't ever heard of before and my own city isn't visible on a map. Did i mention I saw my sister walk on water?" And then R still goes "ok u know what you wont believe is until u try to leave heres the car" "WHAT DO YOU MEAN I DONT WANNA GO AND KILL MYSELF I ALR BELIEVE U???" Like bestie ur getting annoyed over nothin 😖

Hmmmmm this ask got me thinking that I should tweak the scene a little bit. Add more reactivity for true believer MCs; at the very least in the way the others react to them. Because you're totally right lmao the MC has seen some Shit at this point and they should be able to make that clearer.

[imtheiliad]

i was ridin shot gun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car, he’s got a one hand feel on the steering wheel the other on my heart,i look around turn the radio down, he says baby is somethin wrong, i say nothin, i was just thinkin how we don’t have a song!

OUR SONG IS THE SLAMMIN SCREEN DOOR! SNEAKIN OUT LATE TAPPIN ON YOUR WINDOW! WHEN WERE ON THE PHONE AND YOU TALK! REAL! SLOW! CAUSE ITS LATE AND YOUR MAMA DONT KNOW!

[tachimichishrine]

"first time"

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virgin!tachihara michizou x fem! reader

▸◃▵pt 1 // pt 2 // pt 3▵▹◂

warnings: nsfw ; car sex ; drug + alcohol use ; power sub! reader ; masturbation (f) ; intended lowercase ; cursing ; giving him black hair bc i can ; i wanna ruin this man so badly you dont understand

your body slumped against the hood of the car, his own doing the same thing next to you; backs on metal and faces pointed towards the stars. tachihara puffed out a cloud of smoke, flashing you a grin that dropped once you one-upped him by stealing his and blowing out an expertly crafted ring. you tried giggling, but your own coughs interrupted rudely.

you didn't know what time it was. you and your little gang of misfits had broken into a bank earlier today, and blew almost all your cash immediately. the life of crime never weighed on your conscious, you'd been doing this for years and the thrill of the adrenaline rush was all you cared about. it was nice, too, having friends with which you were close and could place your trust.

tachihara was new though. you could barely remember how he introduced himself or found you, but after the first time he busted open a safe without lifting a finger you knew he was sent from a higher being.

everyone else had left the empty parking lot, gone to do who knows what and leaving you here all alone with your little safecracking prodigy. the car whose hood you were sitting on wasn't yours, obviously, but the cool metal radiating through your thin clothes onto your skin was a refreshing contrast to the warm liquid you'd downed earlier. not too much tonight, you promise each other. you had all the time in the world, just you him and the night sky.

"it's fuckin' freezing," he grumbled, earning him another giggle.

"it's not that cold," you retorted, despite a hand wrapping around his shoulders to pull his back into your chest. his strands of black poked at your ticklish neck, and you had to run your fingers through them to tame the locks a little. "better?"

he didn't respond. you cautiously took a look at his face to see if he was okay, noticing that he clearly was not because his cheeks had never been this red before. you couldn't tell whether the shaking of his hands was due to the cold or your actions.

"woah, you okay?" you asked verbally, shifting slightly on the car so that you were more comfortable with his weight on you. "you that touch starved or somethin'?"

truth is, he was. but it was about a hundred times worse that he could feel your tits pressing up on him and the blunt he was smoking wasn't helping to calm his heart down. somehow he still managed a relaxed response. "nah, it's fine, I'm just fucking cold."

"mhm." you didn't sound convinced. just to tease him further, you took your icy fingertips, dragged them down to the hem of his shirt and slid them under. he let out a disgruntled protest as you felt up his warm abdomen and drew circles on the taught skin.

"hey, the fuck are you doin'?" he grumbled, but his voice was dragged out and tired.

"well I was gonna warm you up but you're a goddamn radiator," you murmured into his ear. "shit you're right, it is cold. you wanna hook up in the car?"

his eyes nearly bulged out of his head, his body tensing. "what?"

"just a quickie," you reassured him, making it clear that it didn't have to mean anything more than that, "and we can head out afterwards."

his mind was mildly foggy, but every cold breath of the wind on his face sobered him up. clearly not enough, though, since he was pretty sure you'd just straight up asked him to have sex like it was nothing. by the way you were saying it, it might as well have been for you.

"tachi, ya still with me there?" you snapped your fingers in front of his face to bring him back, assuming the chemicals he'd inhaled were acting up.

he cleared his throat, a soft cough in the process. "yeah, yeah, I just... y'know what, it's nothin'..."

it took a few subtle hints to catch onto his discomfort: his muscles were contracting under your touch to his skin, he was shifting on the car to slightly lift himself off of you, not to mention that his face was practically glowing red. you were still fluffing his hair, and yanked it downwards so you could catch a glimpse of his amber gaze.

"holy shit, are you a virgin?"

"what? of course I'm not, why would you say that?" he grumbled angrily, pushing himself off of you to sit upright on the hood of the car, but the way he said it sounded like he was incredibly embarrassed. you didn't mean to giggle at him for that once you took another drag and blew a cloud into his face playfully.

"can't say I'm not surprised," you mused, a smirk on your face that scared him a little. you moved yourself closer to him, leaning in closely as you whispered softly. "you wanna change that?"

he was young, stupid and reckless. that was his excuse for letting his body get the better of his head and letting you drag him to the side of the car and shove your tongue down his throat rather aggressively. his head leaned back, he completely let go of control just to feel your lips on him, whispering just how badly you want to ruin him. your thigh slotted between his legs as your hips rocked slowly to get him to grind up against you.

despite being so eager to have him stretch you out, you murmured into his lips. "are you sure about this?"

to show you that he was, his grip on your waist led him to pushing your bodies off of the vehicle for a few seconds while he somehow unclicked the metal locks from the inside and the door opened by itself. you didn't question how he did what he did, instead stepping out of your pants and throwing him onto the backseat. to fit inside, he had to bend his legs after you'd climbed on top of him and slammed the door shut behind you.

"I'll take it easy," you promised, although your facial expression was not reflecting the words. you always thought he was one of the more attractive guys in your group, but seeing him under you clicked something inside your mind and you were suddenly having a hard time controlling yourself when your lips went back to his and your fingertips tore off his jacket and threw them somewhere in the front seat.

there wasn't a need to constantly check in with him to make sure he's not getting second thoughts because his hips were rutting upwards and you could feel him through his tight jeans. seeing him react this way made you cocky enough to grab his wrist and bring it up to your thighs. he didn't seem to get the hint, so you pushed his digits right on your slowly soaking panties.

tachihara was messy at first. if you had any doubts that he was a virgin, they'd vanished as soon as he was raking his index along your pussy, trying to figure out where to put it in. it was hard not to chuckle at his uncertainty; he'd always talk a great deal and make it seem like he was the delinquent, like he'd been living this life since he was 5. he had a temper, didn't take orders well from people he didn't respect and has a nasty habit of always trying to get into shit with just about anyone who looks at him wrong, which is why the contrast of having him lay down under you with a hesitant thrust of his finger was so arousing.

you kept good on your word, not teasing him for his lack of experience. you made sure to moan louder when he did something right, and the positive reinforcement was doing wonders because by the time he'd gained enough confidence to push in another, you didn't have to exaggerate anymore.

"fuck... fuck that's good," you mumbled in between grunts as your lips hovered on top of him with a string of saliva and sweet taste of his breath between you. "mnn... yeah, you gotta stretch me out before you... hah... fuck me good... shit, try and rub my clit, baby."

another pleasant surprise, he caught on quickly and soon enough the bundle of nerves were being pushed and roughly handled by his thumb. you whispered something in his ear about how good he was doing and how nicely you were gonna fuck him for this. he tried some more things, his free hand exploring your upper body and trying to feel you from under your bra all the while he curled the other's tips inside you with enough force to get your pussy sucking him up and earning him some more breathy curses from your lips.

your teeth bit into the skin under his ear, steadying yourself as he pulled out halfway through and had your cunt spasming frustratedly around nothing. you weren't sure if you had enough space to suck him off in the backseat, but he didn't give you the chance to offer as he wiped damp digits against your bare thigh then tried to unbuckle his belt.

"nu uh." you stopped him, making sure to dispose of it with your own hands. "you're gonna fuck me yourself."

with mild difficulty, you managed to flip him so his body was on top of your own on the seats, knees spread out around his hips. you pulled down the zipper and any clothing restricting his erection, and you cautiously felt him up to gauge what was about to go inside of you.

"fuck you're thick," you rasped out, cold leather seats on your ass once he'd finally torn off your panties. you couldn't see anything at the moment except his face hovering over yours, red and sweaty despite barely doing anything. you smirked at his expression, and almost as if to shut you up, he lined himself up and snapped his hips.

you could barely handle him and he hadn't even sunk in fully, trying to find out how deep he could hit but unable to hold back when you had tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.

"fuck, you're so tight," he grunts, trying again to push himself inside of you but you're clenched down so hard that it takes a lot more than a simple thrust of his body to bottom out. you're crying out broken groans and angry whimpers, yet you still manage to tell him forcefully not to stop.

you'd be lying if you said that you were letting him fuck you while this tense because it was his first time and you promised to play nice; it was because of the way you were digging your nails into his shoulders and choking on your own cries of pleasure. he said that he'd never done this before, but some level of raw, deeply rooted instinct got him finding his groove and pounding you, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull.

the frame of the car was creaking, bouncing up and down on the suspension with every time his drop met your rise and he finally managed to reach deep enough in you to get your toes curling and chest heaving. your hands were on his back, his own forearms placed on both sizes of your head to support his weight as he felt the kind of high he didn't know was possible.

after you took control from under, he was having trouble holding back and suddenly his sounds were louder than your own. you noticed his lips pressing into a line with closed eyes as if he was afraid of the scandalous grunts you brought out of him. your hand went down to his hip, to his ass to hold him steady as you fucked up upwards and slowly got used to his cock inside of you. he nearly came apart when you clenched down at the same time as you dropped yourself, completely pulling him out with a squelch.

"don't fuckin' cum inside of me," you warned as you slammed back into him and he whimpered into your neck once more. having his hands on the seat wasn't enough, and he had his palm against the glass of the window trying to grab onto something while your pace got merciless and he felt his mind go numb with the sensation. "god, you're so fucking... can't believe I'm the first to fuck your pretty little cock, baby."

tachihara didn't know which word did it, but this time when you clenched, something burst on the inside and he felt himself finishing. it was sloppy, but he managed to pull out and stained your shirt which was still on. he had a hard time holding his weight above you, and just let himself collapse on your chest despite the cum he'd just squirted all over you.

"oh, don't you dare," you grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his face up so you could look him in the eyes. you were about to spit something vile about him not getting you to finish, but instead you just sighed and let it go. besides, the stimulation was good enough that you only needed to plunge your fingers back in between your thighs to push yourself over the edge.

you didn't feel the need to bury your face anywhere as your jaw slacked and you reached your high with him laying down on top of you breathing heavily. you did, however, get him to suck your fingers to clean up.

both of you got out of the car, and your shirt was so stained you decided just to leave it in the vehicle. tachihara followed you out, hesitantly closing the door and watching you put your clothes back on while he zipped his pants back up. he noticed that you had pulled out his jacket from the front seat, but made no motion to give it back to him. instead, you put it on top of your bra and zipped it up, leaving him in only his thin white shirt.

"hey," he protested, but you put up a finger.

"your fault, you pay," you shrugged with a chuckle, then gestured for him to come closer so you could give him his belt. he was expecting you to hand it over, but instead you grabbed his hips and slid it around him while looking him straight in the eyes. "you know, you're full of surprises, tachihara. how was that?"

"was fine," he said nonchalantly, but he was betraying his words again by blushing and having his nostrils flare slightly when you asked.

"mhm," you smiled, nodding your head towards another car in the parking lot. "do you mind working your magic on this one? the sex helped but it's still goddamn cold and we better get out of here."

on cue, the locks unclicked and two doors opened. you climbed in and he followed, each thinking deeply on the drive back. you thought about how you'd just taken his virginity so easily, and he thought about how much he wanted you to do it all over again.

[damiianismwayne]

im too sick to draw so false quotes

damian: cover ur little ears okay

jonathan: ok, im doing it :)

damian (to melvin): KILL URSELF DIE I HOPE UR FAMILY GETS RUN OVER BY A FUCKING CAR CRA-

flash: how many genders are there

hal: i dunno. i just got here

aquaman: oh i just learned theres like 58

cyborg: i dont know

batman: 1

wonder woman: probably atleast a million i would think

flash: how many genders are there

superman: how many judges? supreme court or what?

flash: yes

superman: uh supreme court there areeee-

j'onn: you could be male female transgender whatever all that matters is youre comfortable in your own skin with it

damian to jonathan: cow says 'mooo'! Butterfly dont say nothin', pigs says youve a right to remain silent

bruce: *watching*

green arrow: all right i get it you all are without fathers alright-

jonathan: im not.

jonathan: f*cking love my dad :)

flash: *cough cough* man... just what r u doin

reverse: what am i doing? im saying the N word.

flash: i dont think you can even say that-

reverse: you sure about that?

flash: oh no...

reverse: im black now flash.

flash: y..you made yourself black so you can say the N word?

reverse: thats right flash. and you cant stop me.

flash: oh shi-

alfred: the porn on your fucking computer... made my jaw drop

bruce: ???

superman: what u doing

wonder woman: huh

superman: what u doing.

wonder woman, hiding the sus superman art on her computer: me? just hanging aroun' :)

[spnregular]

directors commentary on "i wear my red lipstick, got my coat and gun" pwease?

this fic i wrote while stranded in the seattle airport and as you know already, is heavily inspired by your series the pain in the end is alll in your memory. trans woman dean!!! this is one of my darker fics so if anyone else chooses to read it pls heed the tags and warnings! it's a miserable time by design :)

So right off the rip, this fic is named for a lyric in an unreleased lana del rey song bc lana is all glamor and bad boys. If dean had a transition goals pinterest there would be hundreds of photos of lana wrapped in the arms of her older greasy boyfriends.

Case closed, boogeyman dead, and now the two of them were in the backseat of the Impala, all the right parts lined up where they needed to be. Dean has a hand, cupped around her tit and another fumbling at the zipper of her jeans. Her hands gripped at his waist under her shirt, her long nails digging into his ribs. Dean ground down into her hips, her legs wrapped around him the way they were supposed to be. 

The good guy saves the day and gets the girl. The way it went down in all the best pictures. 

Dean likes it when things are they way theyre “supposed” to be, tv taught her how to feel so on and so forth. She sleeps with women because all her male heroes do and she’s gotta be like them, she’s gotta keep the tape rolling!!! Everything she does is because it’s been decided for her. A woman so cruelly divorced from her own feelings and desires, she legit believes she doesnt have them

Whole car smelled like whiskey, smoke, and pussy— the Dean Winchester, post-hunt celebratory special. Didn’t even know this one’s name. 

Dean misogyny win

Dean had two fingers pumping in and out of her pussy, his eyes closed to focus on her wet heat. She kissed his face, over and over and over, lingering with her lips on his. Dean pulled his face away to flick his tongue over her nipple, his head still swimming as she hissed in satisfaction. In his mind, he was driving 100 in a 65, all fresh road and clear skies overhead, Baby’s engine purring and someone’s deep laughter echoing beside him. 

There’s nothing dean finds more erotic than her car so dissociating by imagining driving is like thee perfect way for her to enjoy actually being with another woman. I mean, baby’s the most beautiful woman she knows and she wants to fuck her, right? Step one apply the same logic to human women. Step two ??? step three profit. also, crucially, she is imagining a man having fun next to her. is that man cas? yes

Dean was soft in his jeans and his legs felt unsteady. She was waiting, writhing, expecting something good. She thought he looked good, he thought she looked good too. She looked like something out of a skin mag right now, the way her legs and pussy were spread, clinging to his hand, just begging to get fucked. He wanted to give it to her, he wanted a good ending. He leaned in to kiss her, hard, and palmed himself through his jeans. Nothin’.

Whiskey dick <3 but also when dean is having sex, her pleasure is the farthest thing from her mind. I mean, guys dont actually like sleeping with women right? It’s kind of a chore but you look rlly cool after. So it’s all about her, she should get to enjoy this ridiculous thing dean’s gotta endure.

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean waved her off and smiled. He held an arm out as far as he could and brought one finger to his nose. Done this trick a million times. “See? I’m all good.”

Drunk driving dean rights <3

Dean wiped at the lipstick until most of it came off, leaving what looked like a few hickeys. A little lipstick on his collar looked good, looked like he scored. Looking over his face more intently, he noticed how much of it she had gotten on his lips. He lifted a hand to wipe it off and stopped, just grazing his fingers lighting over the edges where it bled onto his stubbled chin. 

Absolutely no point in sleeping with women unless everyone knows. Gratuitously borrowed from beat sheet of course.

In the dim light, a pair of green eyes with long lashes stared from the rearview mirror, right back at Dean. Big eyes, nestled against delicate cheekbones, perhaps a bit too much blush on them, and an upturned nose. Underneath it all sat full lips, shiny, red stained, and kiss swollen. The lipstick highlighted the curve of those lips, the pleasant swell of the bottom lip and the striking Cupid’s Bow of the top.  Dean licked his lips and watched the pretty face in the mirror lick her—

Dean does NOT like thinking about her “delicate features” but she loves them. She loves her lashes, her luscious lips, her fine cheekbones and nose. She’s like really pretty!!! But we can only talk about this when drunk!! And even then!!!!!!!! Not really. Having her softer features highlighted like this, out of the blue, she’s GOT to admire them. As a man, she kinda hates it but knows chicks dig a pretty guy. as a woman? she knows her face card is never declined,,

“Yes, I’m sure that’s it,” Crowley said, raising his eyebrows as he took a sip of his own drink, “Nothing to do with the way her lips paint your face with her drugstore lipstick?”

The first time this happened, crowley already knew what was going on. He thinks it’s funny/cute. a lil pathetic too, but who cares, dean is his lil girl.

“Something to match your summer color— you’ve really acquired a Jersey Shore complexion in the last few months,” Crowley continued, ignoring Dean, “Or perhaps… something to match the other gifts I bought you. A deep red?”

Red is a classic color but also i genuinely think red suits dean very well.

Dean shifted in his seat and closed his legs, the lace under his jeans riding high in the cleft of his ass. The look of satisfaction on Crowley’s face just screamed cat and canary.

dean has so much lingerie at this point and i didnt mention it but she fucks women with it on. Only way she can really keep it up atp. also crowley takes immense pride in being her sugar daddy.

“Yes,” Crowley said as he placed his glass on a side table, turning to face Dean. He leaned in, his eyes darting quickly over Dean’s face, weighing and measuring, “Something classic. I’m sure I could still find an original Guerlain.”

I went with guerlain because it’s a hollywood classic favored by marilyn monroe one of the OG class acts. and it would be expensive/hard to find so crowley would love it

“It wasn’t your color,” Crowley said, licking his own lips, “But I didn’t say it wasn’t fetching, in a sort of cheap, two-bit whore sort of way.”

Crowley thinks dean is so hot, he’s just a raging bitch. Also he’s actually very supportive of dean’s transition, more than happy to buy her whatever she needs. he is just incapable of saying anything nice to anyone.

“But you’d look better in my colors, poppet,” Crowley purred.

crowley wants to own dean so bad.... also it took me like 20 minutes to think of the word poppet, i had to ask my gf for help

Dean looked into the fire and imagined how it would feel on his new skin, clean and condemning. “Fuck off, man,” Dean said, but he didn’t move.

“Say it like you mean it,” Crowley said, his breath rushing along Dean’s neck, “Then I’ll believe you.”

“I— I don’t—“ Dean couldn’t say anything more after Crowley’s hand gripped the side of his waist.

Just two cnc queens chillin together.

“You stink of musk,” Crowley said, “Naughty girl.”

Dean shoved Crowley back to pin him with both hands against the back of the couch, blood rushing through his head. Crowley chuckled and looked up at Dean through his eyelashes. 

“Sorry,” Crowley was clearly not sorry, “Forgot I’m only allowed to use the ‘g’-word under special circumtances.”

Dean pretends that it’s a force fem situation, that crowley is shaming her into this role of “bitch” but crowley knows it’s real, that she wont let herself have this.

The demon skank pressed her lips onto Dean’s, hands roaming where they shouldn’t. Dean clenched his jaw and held his breath until it was over. 

“Got a little skin from Dean Winchester,” she chuckled, “And I didn’t even have to sucker you into a shit deal to get it. I must be the luckiest girl in the world.”

I just think it’s so funny that you gotta get assaulted by a demon to get a shitty deal :)

“He doesn’t need to know if I have a little fun with his best girl,” she said, eyes turning black. She puckered her lips again for another kiss, holding Dean’s head in place as he tried to turn away. The shit on her lips was sticky and smelled like cotton candy. It didn’t pair well with the overbearing scent of sulfur eking out from her skin. When she pulled away her smiled deepened, all of her teeth showing, “Oh, don’t you look pretty as a picture. Red is definitely your color.”

Now that dean’s “misbehaving” everyone knows she’s a “bad girl”. Crowley ran his mouth.

“Kinky,” she said, “But I think I’d like to stay on top for this round.” Her hand trailed lower to his belt buckle, tugging hard. She worked his jeans open and leaned back to stare at him. “I just remembered,” she laughed, “You were Alistair’s girl for a bit, right? Hey, maybe when we’re done you can give me a few pointers on how I did?” 

Im always thinking about deanalistair btw. Alistair is sort of the reason dean’s egg cracked. A violent cracking but nonetheless. ive always thought that part of the reason dean didnt want to talk about hell is not just shame over enjoying torturing but she learned more about who she was than she ever wanted to know

“Dean,” Cas said, “Sam wants you back at the bunker. We can cure you.”

“You know that’s not what I’m lookin’ for,” Dean drawled, willing every muscle in his body to relax. Something about the way his skin sat over his body didn’t feel right, like he should peel it off and start fresh. 

Dean’s demon life is miserable but so was being a human lol. at least as a demon she can explore herself more thoroughly. everyone expects demons to be freaks. Here she’s barely able to reconcile the idea that she’s been sexually assaulted. In front of cas no less!!! Her little guy who she’s supposed to look cool in front of. but also, demons dont care about that kind of shit, right?? just another day in hell!

“You know the drill, Cas,” Dean said, tucking himself back into his jeans and patting his shirt down for dirt and dust, “I’m sure there’s another deadbeat demon for you to waste your time on. I know how you like doin’ that.”

Gotta make fun of cas’s demon fetish

Dean tilted his head to expose the long line of his neck, satisfied when he saw Cas’s eyes flicker over it. “You seen the pictures, you know the stories. The hero gets the girl when he saves the day,” Dean said, softening his voice as best he knew how, “I think you should get an ending like that.”

Again, dean’s gotta fall back on a movie,  fall back into the familiarity of what she knows. If something’s in a script that means she doesnt have to think about it. It’s rote!

“I wanna give you something, Cas,” Dean said, his eyes felt wet, “I gotta do something, let me give you a girl.”

I want to call to attention the detail that i dont use she/her pronouns for dean anywhere in this fic. This is because dean doesnt actually think it’s real lol. And she really only lets herself fall into it if there’s a man. There’s gotta be a guy for the girl and a girl for the guy. Only other girl around was that awful skank, so, well, dean’s gotta woman up. of course…

“No, I—“ Cas grazed Dean’s cheek with his fingertips. Dean gasped when they burned, a faint burning sensation setting his skin alight. It was good.

The idea that an angel touching a demon would burn is just a horny bit for me. But i think dean would like it as she likes to be punished.

“I could make this the best happy ending you ever had,” Dean said. He gripped Cas’s thighs and ran his hands up and down, “I promise you’ll love it. Just let me do it.”

Here, dean has some inkling of cas’s feelings for her. She doesnt know the extent but she knows that cas would go to great lengths for her. She’s using this nebulous idea to her advantage. it's not nice, it's not fair and deep down she knows that.

“I didn’t—“ Cas moaned again when Dean managed to get his full length down his throat, “I— ah— I thought it would be different.”

Cas’s only other sexual experience is assault and subterfuge! He’s got a complicated relationship to sex atp, knowing he’s got this yawning hunger inside but unsure of safe ways to sate it. He’s also not really cognisant of how dean was just assaulted in front of him. He’s imagined being with dean in a million different ways, but none by coercion, none that dont come with a happy ending. He wanted his first time with dean to be happy.

Dean felt his own eyes prick with tears. There was only one way this could go down with Dean and it was never gonna be good. 

Dean does not believe herself capable of making anyone happy, esp not anyone she has true feelings for. she's poison remember!!

Cas’s kept his face covered while he breathed slowly. Below, Dean felt his own dick twitch, half-hard, as though something that just transpired could have been good for him. He lifted himself up from the ground and patted Cas’s arm hard.

Cas feels shame that he enjoyed it, he defs dissociated a bit and Dean honestly could have gotten off on sucking cas if this wasnt actually about hurting herself.

Dean turned around to find his way out of the basement, not wanting to see the look on Cas’s face anymore.

dean, queen of avoiding the consequences of her own actions....

[diwatyara]

UNHEARD TRANSCRIPT CASE 1: TWINS

Contains spoilers for Unheard: Voices of Crime Case #1.

A transcript of every line.

Who hid the drugs?

Tyler

JENNIFER

Welcome, detective. Please, make yourself comfortable…

You open your eyes and see a woman sitting across a table from you. On the table is a tablet and an ash tray. The woman wear a grey coat with medium length straigiht black hair, her face is obscured in shadows cast by the hanging light directly overhead her. To your left, there is a metal door with grates blocking a window. There a vents and a CCTV camera, with a small red light. There is also what seems to be an emergency lights system to your right. There are lights where the walls and floor meet.

JENNIFER

I appreciate your coming in today and I’m sure you’re wondering what this is all about.

As you know, technology is changing how conduct investigations, so we’re looking for “exceptional candidates” to test a new human-computer interface system.

We think you might have what it takes. So, let’s get started.

First of all, we’d like you to put on these headphones, but the room is equipped with speakers if you’d prefer.

There is a rustling-like noise, almost as if you’re putting on a headset.

JENNIFER

Next, we’re going to show you a series of pictures.

We want you to tell us what you see… or more importantly, what you hear.

Go head and pick up the tablet in front of you.

She taps the tablet as it lights up, showing a floor plan.

JENNIFER

Try to relax. Think of this as a sort of a… Game. Or a puzzle.

Something to assess your interpretive and deductive skills.

You hear echoes of voices and yelling as you are sucked into the illusion.

(HEY! WHAT DRUGS, YO? WHAT THE HELL’S GOING ON?)

INT. POLICE STATION - JAN. 1ST 21:18:18

INTERROGATION ROOM

AMBER

State your name, please.

CAMERON

Already told you. Tyler.

AMBER

Hmm? But your car is registered under the name ‘Cameron’.

CAMERON (coughing)

My brother lets me borrow his luxury vehicles sometimes.

AMBER

You two look a lot alike.

CAMERON

You’re not the first person to mistake us for each other. We’re twins. Except he’s a big shot CEO. Was on a magazine cover recently.

Amber chuckles.

AMBER

I pulled your sheet. A repeat offender. DUI. Assault.

CAMERON (sighing)

It’s the people I hang out with, honest. I told the guys I shoudn’t’ve been drinking but they insisted — I swear. Never again.

AMBER

Do you have anything else you’d like to come clean on besides the DUI?

CAMERON

Uh… Nothin’ I could think of. Why?

AMBER

Drugs, perhaps? Does that jog your memory?

CAMERON

Wait, what? I dont know anything about any drugs!

AMBER

Okay, we’re done for now. Wait here.

Amber stands up and starts walking out of the interrogation room.

Cameron stands up and approaches a few steps.

CAMERON

Hey! What drugs, yo! What the hell’s going on here?

CONT’D. INTERROGATION ROOM - 21:19:19

CAMERON

Come back here! Wha’did you mean when you said — Ugh — Damn it!

CAMERON (exhaling)

Kay — think, think. I paid my bar tab… Went to the car… Definitely had too much to drink but I don’t remember there being anything wrong when I got there. Ugh… I may have passed out for a couple minutes. Could somebody be trying to set me up? Maybe, but who? And why like this? Ugh… Just - stick to the story. As if I had another one.

CONT’D. INTERROGATION ROOM - 21:20:00

Marty and Amber enter the room.

CAMERON

Officer, you said something about drugs earlier. What was that all about?

MARTY

What’s your name, son?

CAMERON

Tyler.

MARTY

Same old story, I see. If you’re Tyler, then who’s the Tyler in the room next door?

CAMERON

He’s here too?

MARTY

Let me ask you again. Who. Are. You?

CAMERON

Alright. Alright… Cameron.

MARTY

This isn’t your first time impersonating Tyler, is it?

CAMERON

No…

MARTY

If it was only a DUI this time, you might have been able to pull of your little stunt again. But seriously, drugs? You really wanna pin that on your brother, too?

CAMERON

What drugs?

MARTY

We found a whole kilo in your trunk.

CAMERON

That’s impossible! Okay, I drank too much but I’ve never taken anything stronger than aspirin! (panting) … I wanna see my lawyer.

MARTY

Finally. There’s the magic word. Amber, let’s go.

AMBER

You wanna question him again once his lawyer gets here?

MARTY

He’s done nothing but lie straight from the start. We already read him his rights but he didn’t ask for a lawyer until now. The statement we got will hold up in court. Lawyer or no lawyer, we’ve got him.

INT. POLICE STATION - JAN. 1ST 21:18:18

QUIET ROOM

MARTY

Take a seat.

TYLER

Thanks.

MARTY

The tips you provided us have all been checked out. We’ve got the guy and the drugs. There’s just one thing I don’t get. Why would you report your own brother?

TYLER

Because he’s gotta learn to take responsibility for his own mistakes.

MARTY

What do you mean by that?

TYLER

We’re twins, right? Identical. He’s been pinning his fuck-ups on me ever since we were kids. But now he’s rich and famous. And me? I’m trying hard just to get by!

MARTY

Then why do you always take the fall for him? Until now, I mean.

TYLER

Because he’s older. By a couple minutes! But as the second son, I was considered the ‘spoiled brat’. So it was my duty to protect the rep of the ‘rightful heir to our father’s business’. I guess I always thought “What’s the harm of adding a few misdemeanours to my rap sheet?”

MARTY

Pretty generous for a ‘spoiled brat’.

TYLER

Don’t believe me? Ask him. Fucker’s probably still pretending to be me.

MARTY

Alright. What changed this time, then?

TYLER

He racks up a couple moving violations? Fine! Whatever. But I ain’t taking the fall for no drugs. That’s some felony level shit!

There’s a knock at the door.

MARTY

Be right back.

The door opens and Amber steps inside. Marty walks over to her.

AMBER

All done, Marty.

MARTY

Ah, Amber. How’d it go?

AMBER

Asked him the basics. He said he didn’t know anything.

MARTY

Figured as much. Follow me, I’ll talk to him. (to Tyler) Wait here. We’ll need your signature for that affidavit.

TYLER

Of course, officer. I need to make a phone call, anyway.

Marty and Amber leave.

CONT’D. QUIET ROOM - 21:19:50

Tyler dials someone.

TYLER (to someone on the phone)

Yo. I’m at the police station. Can’t talk much. Just wanna make sure you get everything tied up…

Yeah, shut that guy up for good… When? Now, obviously!…

Cops ain’t that stupid. We’re talking about a whole ki here, ‘course they’re gonna trace the source. And the dealer can ID me, so hurry up…

My brother? Pulling the same old stunt as we speak. Heh. Yeah. I knew he’d try to blame me, but it’s gonna backfire on him this time…

Don’t worry, he was already wasted when I popped open the car. Didn’t notice a thing. The police are gonna nail him for possession and purgery. And when you finish this little errand, he won’t even be able to offer up the dealer as part of a plea.

He’s going to jail and I’m getting the business. My old man can’t and won’t help him this time. Not after Cameron got caught with what he did…

You’ll get your cut after I take over as heir. Anyway, no celebratin’ yet. Go do what you gotta do. And call me back when it’s done.

[verynastyspoon]

Scout x Fem!reader pt.2

Summary : You and scouts first date

word count:631

warnings: none!

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The next day at 8 something you get a text

- Hey toots its jeremy

You look at the phone happily, not expecting such a fast reply.

- Hey, whats up

- Im hungry lets get breakfast

A huge smile appears on your face, really excited to see scout again

- Sure (:

You guys talk for a while and decide to meet up at this little mom & pop food place up the road from your house. You walk there and scout drives about 15 minutes. When he pulls up and sees you standing outside the door he practically runs out of his car, but quickly stops because he doesn’t want to seem desperate. He leans on the door.

“Hey.” He smirks

“Smooth entrance.” You and scout burst into laugher. As you calm down scout dramatically clears his throat, and opens the door

“Shall we?” He says bowing down slightly

You roll your eye’s teasingly and push him away. He laughs and walks in behind you. You get (your food of choice) and he gets eggs, bacon, and pancakes

“Mhh this is amazing” He eats all of his food in 10 seconds

“Oh my god,” You start giggling. “you’re ridiculous! God, you have food all over your face.” You grab a napkin and wipe it off.

He chuckles “sorry, it was just really good”

You laugh softly and finish your food.

”Dont worry dollface, i’ll get the bill”

“Such a gentleman.” You say teasingly, giving Scout a slight blush.

“Its nothin.” He pays the bill. “So uh you wanna get outta here?”

“Im not sleeping with you.”

“No! I wasn’t askin! I was just wondering if you wanted to go take a walk or somthin?”

“Oh im so sorry! But um yes I would love too.”

You and scout walk outside to a nearby park. Not many people out aside from a few runners so the spacious park feels like its ment just for you two.

“So whaddya do for work?”

You stay silent for a moment “I clean.”

He looks at you slightly confused “Whats wrong toots cleanin is a good job.”

“I just dont like it. I have my…..reasons.”

“Can I know what they are?” He asks not wanting to pry but cant help it

“I um i’ll tell you a different day.”

“Damn that bad huh?”

“No its.” you sigh “Just this one guy I clean for hes… weird.”

“Need to me come up there and kick his ass?”

You laugh shocked at such an answer. “No no its okay! Fuck you’re funny.”

He gets a little flustered at the sudden compliment. “I um thanks”

You smile warmly at him “No problem. So, what do you do for work.”

He smiles “Oh I kill people!”

You look at him slightly scared and slowly start backing away.

“No! No! No! Wait let me explain!”

You stay still.

“I dont just do it for fun” He sighs trying to think of how to explain it “ Have you heard of mann co?”

“Oh so you work for them?”

“Yea! See i’m not just some crazy killer I swear its just my job.”

“Okay okay I believe you.”

“Yea I make a pretty penny killin bad guys. So I can keep paying for our hot dates.” He winks

“Who says there’s gonna be another?”

“I um just hoped.” He stumbles over his words.

“Im kidding yes i’ll go on another date with you.”

“Nice!” He smiles brightly

You two walk around the park, hands in both pockets because you both are too nervous to hold hands. After about an hour he walks you to your house.

“I’ll call you okay?”

”Okay scout.” you wave him bye and walk inside.

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[830poll]

9. While we wait… did you ever figure out what you’re wearing? (wouldn't you like to know, weatherboy - 30%*)

[*another tie - see below]

I'm much more than the weatherboy, thank you very much. But there's no need to be shy! I'm sure you look lovely.

Or... wait, are you upset with me? That's fair. I imagine being hit by a car (and half of a fourth wall) isn't the best scenario to make friends in. But I'd still like you to feel comfortable here.

Bleeding aside.

(I promise I'm working on that.)

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[AN: the tie results this time were mutually exclusive, so I'm treating this as a slight diversion.

I'm not sure if it's fairer to weave back into the other winning option ("i look like that guy @ the 7-11 who does tarot readings in exchange for slurpees" - 25%) or ask the outfit question later so people who voted 'weatherboy' can have an alternate say. If y'all have a preference, let me know!

Also I prepped this post in advance due to having stuff on tonight, so if it turns out a ton of last minute votes came in and something has a clear lead then ha ha whoops I'll get to that soon.]

[pumpkinsy0]

Any Buck hcs cuz it’s been a while since he’s been on ur page🫣

i COMPLETELY forgot about him omg, but also how long have u been here for u to know that🤨🤨

•he acts like that worker who woke spongebob and patrick up after getting wasted at the goofy goobers ice cream party float

•hes MADE johnny sleepover upstairs of the bar, its the same place dally sleeps at sometimes, johnny was sleeping outside when it was cold as shit and buck wasnt hearing it and made him get in the car

•most of the drinks he has in that bar is from the caribbean, tim sells buck some drinks from haiti as a way to get some money

•hes heard damn near everyones business/problem and everyone is so lucky hes not a bigmouth and doesnt gaf

•for those who dont know i hc buck as trinidadian and his fav food is pholourie

•hes an only child if ive ever seen one, BUT if he did have siblings he’d have an older sister

•believe it or not he doesnt actually drink😭, maybe like a sip or too but nothin too crazy, he just likes being a bartender and needed the money

•was born in trinidad but was rlly young wjen they moved to the us w their family so doesnt rlly remember anything

•underaged ppl r allowed into his bar as a safe place however do this at ur risk bc during the night it gets RLLY rowdy, but if ur like not even 16, hes just kickin u out when its night time for ur own safety and his sanity

•he actually barely leaves the fucking bar, his bedroom is upstairs of it so he doesnt go out much, hes got personal demons to fight in that bed lmao

[junglehomo]

the couple under my bed under the pillow side

are moaning extra loud

the guy is a skinny twink with curly hair and glasses i think and white

and hes gay and moved there bc im the only thing that makes him horny in his beard relationship

the woman idk what she looks like but she sounds bery very beyond annoying and has been cruel and also part of harrassing me

especially sexually

she moans for me in the morning and night and the guy diesnt care bc hes gay and doesnt care probably

they forced me to listen to them fuck for months nonstop jobless 24/7

i dont know them at all listen to them even

fight constantly about him being gay bc she catches him staring at me through whatever remoteviewing they have of me in my room when i change

they dont let me do anything or even lay on my bed because they are there having sex addiction

and screaming gay at me

i hate her so much

i hate them

but they will never leave move or do anything never take a break

theyre ugly and smoke meth 24:7 and do not work or anything just moan for me to hear

moan extra loud and angry at me

bexause i dont care and

she calls me gay angrily too

just a really angry ugly homophobic white bitch

who is controlling and stinks really bad and traumatizes men into being gay even me

they especially did not let me sleep

i dont know this woman at all not interested

and this bitch harrasses me over and over and over

moaning moaning moaning

and doesnt stop doesnt leave me alone

doesnt stop listening to me reacting to me

theyre so weird and the guy is obsessed with me too and so gay hes copied my voice during sex

several times

its been really disturbing and all i wanted was to sleep

this isnt even like a normal apartment type of neighbor

its squatting tweakers that fuck nonstop on a bender and do not sleep at all

like they are always awake and there

i spent so much money trying to get rest at airbnb

only for the pervert asian guy and big nose girl and their friends to follow me

and have sex in their cars iutside so i never get sleep

right now there are 3 couples under my room

they cockblocked my life just to do this

just to watch me

do drugs

watch their lies about me play out

and fuck to me

thats all they do and they call it gay

they also cockblock me from myself 😂

they dont like when i try to relax or even lay in bed too long

theyre jealous and vile and always have been and i did nothing personal to them at all i was always happy in my own world and they wanted to ruin it

while i just do my best to live this whole time by myself with harrassment 24/7 365

and they hide in their different tinted cars or duck down when i drive up close

i only know who's who

because these people are so tweaking

that they confirmed themselves when i called them out

"really?"

and thats how i know yup

thats you and you

because im psychic i saw it in my minds eye raw

and called it out with my voice and the squatters reacted to me in embarrassed and flustered ways

the asian dude been real quiet since i dropped what i know

its all confirmed

and i can never unsee it

i mean i never question my intuition

but

they just really confirmed so much with what ive seen irl on the sidewalk from how these people have acted towards me

this is what ive picked up just from that

and their voices

it really shows i dont know any of these people at all

dont recognize them from my life at all

didnt do anything to them

but i picked up on small signs and sloppy things these retarded narc tweakers left behind and figure things out fast

theyre so obsessed with me they couldnt help themselves following me

and trying to be in buildings and places around me

thats how i know who

theyre so sus and nasty

you can tell theyre not supposed to be in the restaurant youre in or new place youre going to

they stand out

the evil stands out and they behave like tweaker in the bathroom

theyre jealous and creepy and i could care less about them even tho they really really tried to invade my life

there is nothing for me here and i already devided that a long time ago

lol its not sad

but theyre so hideously jealous of my happiness

here they are

gooning to me