#or what happens if someones tire blows off and it goes through your windshield? what would you do?

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so turns out it isnt normal to constantly be ready for the fight of your life literally every second of every day

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Heart Skips a Beat - Part 3

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Natasha faces her worst nightmare when a rescue mission goes wrong…

Warnings: Violence, blood

Word Count: 2065

Part 2

Tags: @blkmxrvel @blackxwidowsxwife @marvelwomen-simp @phoenixofash @marvels-bitch-boy @when-wolves-howl

Despite your super soldier enhancements, it takes a few days before you’re cleared from the medical bay. The bullets you had been shot with were identified as hollow point sniper rounds—basically the biggest, baddest of the bunch. If you had been a normal human, your insides would’ve been shredded to pieces and you would’ve died before you even hit the ground.

You’re retired to light duty while you recover, which is painfully boring and dull. You attend physical therapy to strengthen your body, but sometimes you push yourself too hard and stumble back to your and Natasha’s room with blood staining through your bandages. She always chastises you for hurting yourself, but secretly admires your dedication and will never pass up the opportunity to help take care of you.

One week after the condominium collapse, you join Steve, Clint, and Natasha for a private meeting with members of the Miami Police Department and the FBI. As Steve had suspected, the collapse wasn’t an accident. Someone had deliberately taken out the concrete supports in the parking garage with explosives.

“We couldn’t have just phoned that in?” you whine from the backseat. Clint is in the driver’s seat, Steve next to him. You and Natasha sit in the back. “I mean, they drag us all the way across the city, just to tell us something they could’ve sent over text—” 

“Information like that, the less people to intercept the message, the better,” Steve mutters, staring out the window as the car zooms down the highway.

“I don’t know about that,” you dismiss, and Natasha side-eyes you. She knows you’re just cranky because Steve interrupted your morning cuddle with her. There isn’t much you can do intimately when you can barely twist your torso, so you have to make due with what you can.

“You know, Y/N, you are the one this guy’s after,” Clint points out. “So, if anything, you’re the only one that needed to show up.”

“Oh, please.” You roll your eyes. “You’re just jealous you don’t have a psychopath coming after you—” 

THUD.

Everyone’s head turns to the roof of the car. You swear you see the imprint of a hand dented in the metal.

“What the—”

Natasha suddenly leaps out of her seat and into your lap. She wraps her arms around your neck, yanking your head down.

“Hey!” you shout in protest, but then you hear a bullet whiz behind your head and feel the foam of the headrest cushion spray the back of your neck. Still in your lap, Natasha kicks Steve’s shoulder, causing him to hit his head against the window before a bullet zings through his headrest. Following her example, you kick Clint’s seat and he jolts forward, the bullet missing his head by inches.

“Stop the car!” Steve yells, crunching the gear shift into park.

The tires burn rubber and the car slides back and forth before coming to a grinding halt. Cars behind you honk and swerve around you. A figure goes flying off the roof of the car and lands in the road, rolling to their feet. They wear a black vest, revealing their left arm to be completely made out of metal overlapping plates. Their hair is chin-length and a mask covers the lower half of their face.

Suddenly, an 18-wheeler semi-truck, unable to stop in time, slams into the back of the car. The trunk crumples like an accordion, and you instinctively tighten your grip around Natasha to shield her in case the semi-truck tears the car in half. But it doesn’t, instead pushing your car towards the masked figure, who doesn’t even bother to step out of your path.

They jump onto the hood and punch their metal arm through the windshield, grabbing the steering wheel and tearing it right out of the car. When the masked figure disappears onto the roof, Natasha takes out her gun and starts shooting, but her efforts are fruitless.

There’s no way for Clint to control the direction of the car anymore and it’s too dangerous to stay inside with the masked figure close by.

“Hang on!” Steve says, reaching across the front to grab Clint. In the same motion, he slams his shoulder into his door, knocking it off its hinges. Both men go flying out of the car.

“That looks like a good idea,” you mumble, anchoring your arm to your own car door, the other pressing Natasha against you as tightly as you can. “Hold on, babe.” You ram your shoulder into the door with all your strength, ignoring the pain that rips through your stomach.

The door tears away from the car and turns into a makeshift sled as you go skidding down the highway. Sparks fly from the grinding contact of metal on the concrete road. When you finally come to a stop, Natasha stays on top of you, drawing her weapon and scanning for the masked figure. 

Meanwhile, the masked figure has hijacked the semi-truck, but instead of plowing you over, they turn to tip the entire vehicle over so it blocks every single lane of the highway.

“Where are they?” you pant, trying to lift your head to see the commotion but Natasha forces your head back into the car door. “Nat, stop—” 

“No!” she says. “They’re after you, remember?”

You don’t like the idea of her risking herself for you, but it’s a sweet gesture.

“Where are they?” you ask, unable to see.

“I…I don’t…” Natasha sounds confused. Suddenly, she takes off without warning. You don’t question it and run after her. Steve and Clint are engaged in an intense hand-to-hand match with the masked figure. The masked figure knocks Steve to the ground and wraps their metal hand around Clint’s neck, lifting him off the ground.

You put on a burst of speed, overtaking Natasha and launching yourself at the masked figure’s metal arm. They drop Clint instantly and you wrap your arms around the metal one, but it’s like trying to contain a bucking bull. You jerk your elbow back into their face to stun them, but it has no effect. The masked figure flings out their metal arm and you lose your grip.

You crash into the concrete highway dividers and the impact almost knocks you out. You feel your stitches tear open and you start bleeding underneath your shirt. As you stagger to your feet, you see the masked figure over Natasha, pinning her down and pulling their metal arm back, ready to deal the killing blow—

“No!” you scream, charging towards them. You catch the masked figure’s metal arm again, locking out their elbow and holding it against your chest. Natasha rolls out of harm’s way and Clint jumps into the action, launching himself at the masked figure’s legs and sending all three of you to the ground.

Natasha swings her leg around and kicks the masked figure in the face. The mask falls off. You and Clint struggle to hold them down as Steve walks up, blood dripping from a cut in his forehead.

“Bucky?” Steve says suddenly, stopping in his tracks. 

“Who the hell is Bucky?” the man snarls.

“Help!” you choke, not sure how much longer you can hold on to his writhing metal arm. But Steve is frozen the same way Natasha had been when she saw you get shot. “You need to get in here, Steve!” you yell, and suddenly Bucky goes limp. You and Clint exchange confused glances.

“Wait, what?” Clint says.

“What happened?” you ask, hesitantly releasing the metal arm, which flops to the ground. “Why’d he just stop like that? Did I say his safe word or something?”

“What, ‘Steve?’” Clint laughs in spite of the tense situation.

“Apparently.”

Steve is in too much shock to bite back at your jibe.

“I’ll call for reinforcements.” Natasha takes charge. “We’ll bring him back to the Tower.” She comes over to you and touches your side gently, reminding you of the blood staining through your shirt.

“I’m fine,” you assure her, reaching out to run your thumb over the bruise forming under her eye. She closes her eyes and leans into your touch. “Let’s hope that Steve is, too.”

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Bucky is detained in the holding cell at the Tower and Steve goes to speak with him privately. Afterwards, he regroups with the rest of you. Clint relaxes at the kitchen counter with a beer, while you and Natasha sit on the couch together. She holds an ice pack against your stomach and frets over the fresh swelling in your shoulder.

“So, I’ve got some good and bad news,” Steve says.

“You can start by telling us who that guy is,” Clint interrupts.

Steve shifts uncomfortably. “He’s…an old friend of mine. My best friend, actually—”

“You know, that’s the same thing people thought about me and Nat at first, but obviously we’re more than that—” you start.

“Bucky was also involved in the super soldier program,” Steve continues, ignoring your comment. “But he was under HYDRA’s control for decades. They were the ones who sent him after us. And…” Steve takes a breath, “We were wrong about who his target was. He wasn’t after you, Y/N. He was after me.”

“But he shot Y/N,” Natasha says.

“Twice,” you add.

“No.” Steve shakes his head. “Bucky was trying to shoot me. Y/N was just in the way.”

“In the way?” Steve’s logic—or lack of it—makes your head hurt. But as Natasha thinks about it—she’s always been the smarter one in the relationship—it makes complete sense. Her mind flashbacks to the scene of the condominium collapse, where all four of you had gathered on the street after you rescued the last victim. Her and Steve stood across from you and Clint. The bullets had come from behind you—if you hadn’t been standing where you were, Steve would have been hit instead.

“I don’t think you would remember this part, Y/N, but when Nat and I were trying to get you in the ambulance, we were shot at two more times,” Steve explained. “But the bullets hit the sideview mirror and the windshield. Those were places I was in, not you.”

“Okay, so why’s he trying to kill you if you’re his best friend?” you ask.

“It’s all HYDRA’s doing. He told me he’s part of a task force that was created to kill off the Avengers. Specifically, the original six, so there’s six of them in the task force. He’s the only one that got out, and he said the other five are being held in a facility in Siberia. He wants our help to free them,” Steve says.

“So, this Bucky guy wants to work with us now? After he took down a 12-story condominium and almost killed Y/N while trying to kill you?” Clint asks.

“Please, Clint,” Steve begs. “Bucky’s my best friend—”

“A best friend who tried to kill Y/N! And you!” Natasha argues. She lowers the ice pack from your stomach and you frown at the loss of contact. “You know I love you, Steve—”

“Not as much as me,” you mutter under your breath, guiding her hand to put the ice pack back against your side.

“—But I’m gonna need you to do a little better than that.”

“I need you all to trust me,” Steve pleads. “If we have intel telling us that there are five super soldiers in existence, who are programmed to take down the Avengers, isn’t it on us to do something about it?”

“How do we know we can trust Bucky?” Clint asks.

“Well, if he does go rogue, at least we know his safe word,” you answer with a chuckle.

“If you trust me, you’ll trust him,” Steve promises.

You glance at Natasha, who is looking at the floor, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. You stretch your arm over her shoulder, pulling her towards you and bumping your heads together.

“What should we do?” you whisper so quietly only she can hear.

Her free arm snakes around your waist, closing the gap between you and her, your bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces. She rests her head against your shoulder. “Trust Steve,” she says.

“Okay.” That’s enough of an answer for you. You press a soft kiss to her temple and look back at Steve. “So, what did you have in mind?”

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AN: I love taking inspiration from many places, and the inspiration for this part is the awesome fight on the highway from Captain America: Winter Soldier. Thank you to everyone for the continued support!

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California Summer - B.H. Smut [one]

Synopsis: Kings Cove California is Billy Hargrove’s hometown. It’s also a popular summer vacation destination for rich couples and their spoiled kids. (Y/N) is one of those rich girls. Proper, sweet, innocent. Only that all bores her to death and Billy is just the adventure she’s been looking for. It’s all fun and games. A summer fling. Not strings attached. Right? 

Inspired by the songs “dreaming of you” and “Kiss it off me” by Cigarettes After Sex.

 A/N: This is smut, babes. Filthy. I will sit in the shame cube after I post it. Please if that is not fore you, don’t read it. Also do not interact if you’re under 18, that’s just not cool. Kay, thanks ♥

Might fuck around and make this a series.

[additional note: I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please.]

There’s something about California summers, Billy thinks, thank makes them special. They’re hot and sticky and messy but they’re also exciting and exhilarating. The world seems to be dusted in a perpetual golden glow and days seem endless and full of possibility.

Maybe that sentiment is what brings all the tourists to the little coastal town of Kings Cove, California. A town caught between the undeniable charm of an old sleepy coastal town and the ever-expanding demand for tourist-friendly beach houses in gated communities where rich people can relish in the charm the town brings and then piss off once their vacation days are over.

Billy was born here, raised here until he was 17 and shipped off to forge his path in shitville Indiana. He was miserable then, but a shadow of himself. Angry and sad and overwhelmed by emotions he never learned to properly deal with. Singers and artists always seem to find something poetic about being young and angry and lost. Truth is: there’s nothing poetic about it, nothing romantic or desirable. It’s hard and it kills you slowly. Starting with your heart and then taking over every part of you, slowly but surely.

Soon as he turned 18 and was handed his High School diploma, Billy packed all his belongings into the Camaro and was off. The drive back to California, back home, it felt cleansing. Like a rebirth. A return to life at his own terms.

He got out. He survived. This, Billy is sure, he would always pride himself with no matter how trivial it may seem to anyone else. He got out. Not completely whole. Severely bruised. He got out with a heart so scared he’s sceptical it will ever fully heal. But he got out.

Though coming home didn’t come without its hardships and obstacles. There was nothing waiting for him here but a bunch of questions and an uncertain future. Finding a job, a place to stay, a point from which to start — it was hard. It still is hard. But he’s trying his best.

Kings Cove has a handful of restaurants, some convenience stores, a gym, a few bars, a drive-in, a normal cinema and a bowling alley. It’s really nothing spectacular and yet it seems there’s more and more tourist making it their temporary home in the months between May and September. It started about 5 years ago, that the town started changing with the increase in tourism. They bulldozed the playground Billy always played at, the one closest to the beach and built a bunch of fancy-ass houses and condos and a fucking Starbucks. It pains him to see it. To watch the town he loves so much, the one that holds so much charm, turn into a sandbox for rich people to shape and turn and make it something it isn’t. Something empty and lifeless.

The good thing about those tourists though, is that they are really really rich. Absolutely filthy rich. The kind of rich where they don’t know what to do with their money so you can charge them insane prices for ordinary things.

And that’s what the locals have started doing. A scoop of ice cream used to be 30ct, now it’s a dollar. You gotta bend with the world. You gotta adapt. Surviving means changing even if it sucks ass.

When he first arrived back, Billy had no idea how to navigate this place with all its changes. He felt so god damn out of place in his own home. That’s until he reconnected with Johnny, an old friend from middle school. A kid who grew up in a home filled with anger and sadness just as Billy did. Someone who understood. Someone who understands.

Johnny had it all figured out, adapted and changed. Got Billy a job at the maintenance business he works at. Fixing rain gutters and mowing lawns and cleaning driftwood off the sections of private beach belonging to the beach houses. It’s not the greatest job in the world but it’s alright and it pays good money and sometimes Billy even gets to hang out at the houses when the rich people are out taking surf lessons or doing a wine tasting a town over or try their luck on a god damn banana boat.

Kings Cove is small and the locals know each other. They’re a community tightly bonded through their shared disdain for the change their beloved town went through and the knowledge that though they can’t change anything, they can at least make the vacationers pay big money for everything.

It’s his second summer now and most of the families whose houses he tends to he’s already familiar with. You don’t forget the people who tip you 50 bucks each time. On Mondays, Billy cares for the Millers’ backyard. On Wednesday he makes sure the Callaghans’ pool is clean and still stinks of way too much chlorine. On Thursdays, it’s the Franklins’ estate that needs tending to. And weekends? Those are off.

Weekends mean he gets to enjoy the California summer himself. He goes out to the beach just after sunrise, to catch a few waves or just hang out in the ocean and let it wash away the stress resting on his shoulders from a whole week of hard work. Later, much later, when the sun is about to set, the real fun begins. There’s a bonfire almost every week. No one is ever quite sure who starts it and no official invitations are ever spoken though everyone knows and sure enough, every Saturday a crowd of young people gather by the driftwood pile and hang out and drink and dance as the bonfire crackles on.

It’s not just locals either. There’s always a few stray tourists there. Billy isn’t really all that interested in getting to know them. This is just a blip on their radar. A temporary adventure. But to him this place is home and he’s so fucking tired of these rich kids coming around and acting like they own the place. He’s the first to admit though, that the girls are quite hot and he doesn’t mind a little fling here and there without the fear of having them want anything permanent, knowing their time together comes with an expiry date. They can be quite fun and they’re so willing to let themselves fall into an intimate adventure with a local.

There’s no chase, no effort from him. The only annoying thing is they usually don’t grasp the idea of a summer fling and get clingy to the point where it becomes frustrating.

It’s a bonfire like any other, when his eyes drift across the beach, filled with people mingling all clutching a bottle or a cup. Nothing feels different or spectacular or special. But maybe that’s the thing about special moments — we don’t realise they’re special until we look at them in retrospect. And then they mean everything.

His eyes meet hers across the way. There are no fireworks. His heart beats at a normal rate. Whatever the movies and the songs try to sell you, that’s not how it really happens. Your world won’t shift and there will be no hummingbirds going wild in your stomach. It’s just a glance, a flicker. A moment that seems to hold no significance at all.

Billy can tell she’s not from here. Her outfit says it all. She’s wearing a long flowy skirt and a white tank top and some denim jacket over it that looks like it probably belongs to some boy with a trust fund and a name like Kyle or Charles. In her hair, there’s a clip with a fake flower on it. She looks expensive and fancy and like a piece of work that he’s not willing to put any effort in. He bets the guy beside her, the one that keeps playing with her hair. The one in the polo shirt. That’s probably her boy. His dad owns a boat for sure and probably fucks his secretary.

And even though he pulls his eyes away, he can feel his thoughts drift back towards her. As if some magnetic force tries to keep his mind there, with her. On the way she smiles, or how the wind blows through her hair and makes them looks messy and disorderly and — hot. On how he wants to be the one making a mess of her. He wonders what she feels like, tastes like, sounds like. Even Billy can’t deny he wants her. She’s just his type though something tells him she’s different from his other flings. There’s something deeper in her eyes. A secret he wants to unravel. It’s hidden there and it’s screaming out to him and only him.

As he turns back towards her, he sees her looks straight back at him. With those eyes full of secrets and that smirk on her lips.

Maybe his heart does beat a little faster then. Though he’ll never admit it.

That night he goes to bed and dreams of her and the beach and California.

California summers come with heat but they also come with thunderous storms. Mighty and unforgiving and rough.

Billy makes his way down the roads of Kings Cove, windshield wipers just about dealing with the heavy rainfall as it drums down onto his car window.

“ It’s the wrath of all women scorned and mistreated “ his mother used to say when he was younger and a storm washed over them. He always thought that was silly. Women aren’t thunderstorms, they’re April showers. They’re sunshine on your skin. They’re dewdrops on the lawn.

It’s so dull and gloomy he almost doesn’t see her. Only the peach coloured baseball cap makes her stand out against the grey. She’s slowly walking along the side of the road, unbothered by the downpour. Casual and relaxed as if she’s not getting soaked right this moment. There’s a Slurpee in her hand, blue raspberry.

He wants to drive past and no let himself be bothered with it. This, she, it’s not a mess he needs to get involved in. This can only end in a disaster. Rich boys don’t like you picking up their girlfriends. Rich boys also don’t like you lusting after their girlfriends. And rich boys who see you as a threat can get your ass fired real fucking quick.

And yet he pulls up to the curb and rolls down the window. “ Do you need a ride? “.

She smiles at him, the same way she did that night at the beach in the glow of the bonfire. Her lips are cherry red and for a second he wonders what they taste like. It’s like a primal desire, to taste her. To have her. God, he’s such a guy.

“ Need? No. I’d like one though.”

It’s the first time he hears her voice. It sounds so proper, so innocent. And yet there’s an edge to it. She’s all riddles and mysteries and things he wants to unpack and unravel. Something tells him all the red and the ribbons are only the outermost layer of who she really is. And wouldn’t he like to see more of her?!

“ Get in then,” he instructs with the nudge of his head. A gust of wind follows her as she opens the door and slides into the car. She smells of sunscreen and salt and artificial raspberry flavour. She smells like summer.

“ I’m Billy. “

“ I know. “

That catches him off guard. Sure he knows the locals and some of the kids whose parents he works for but that’s about it. He’s not nearly as prolific as he used to be in Hawkins. He’s a bit more mellow now if he can say so himself.

“ And you are?”

“ (Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N). You tend to our beach house on Tuesdays. I saw you clean our pool the other day”.

That’s news to him. The fact that the (Y/L/N)s have a daughter. He thought it was only her parents alone in that big house in some attempt to rekindle the fire of their marriage. Last year it was only them two, he could swear.

“ Is that so? I could’ve sworn it was just your parents in that house. “

“ Was just them last year, I was in New York City last summer. This time they decided to bring me. Let me enjoy the California sun. “

“ So you enjoying it? “

“ Verdict is still out but I quite like the view yeah. “

The teasing edge in her voice does not get lost on him. If Billy Hargrove is good at one thing, it’s realising when a girl is flirting with him.

“ You watching me then? What does your little boyfriend think about that, huh?”

“ Boyfriend? “ she sounds almost offended at those words, spits it with a certain malice that takes Billy by surprise. “ You mean Dawson? “

Dawson. Of course, that’s his name. Fucking Dawson. Dawson with the swoopy hair and the polo shirt. Dawson with the trust fund. Dawson with the DUI and the state attorney dad. Dawson with the scholarship.

“ Dunno his name.”

“ He’s not my boyfriend. He’s a friend that’s a boy that thinks if he waves around his money I’ll spread my legs for him. As if I don’t have my own money. It’s so unsexy it makes my pussy dry as the Serengeti.”

Billy has to stop himself from pushing the brakes too hard. It’s not something he has expected her to say. Not this outright at least. Something about her brashness and her honesty is truly charming though. It’s endearing for sure.

“ Wearing his jacket though, poor guy thinks he’ll score soon enough.”

“ Eh. Maybe I’ll let him. I’m getting a bit bored. If nothing better comes along— “ she says it casually and shrugs her shoulders but Billy swears there’s an open end to that sentence. Almost like an invitation.

“ Hope pretty boy does it for you then. So — where to? “

She faces him, peach baseball cap on her head and cherry smile on her lips. “ See, the thing is that my parents aren’t home right now and I don’t have a key so … “

“ So...? “

“ Just wanna hang somewhere until they get home tonight. Maybe somewhere dry? “

Everything in him screams at him not to do it. Not to get tangled up in this. He knows, god he knows, this is a bad idea and yet he says it anyway.

“ Do you wanna chill at my place? “

She bites her lips then takes another sip from her Slurpee. “ Yeah, sounds good to me.”

God Billy, you are such a dumbass.

Billy’s apartment is small but he feels more at home here than he ever did in any house he shared with his father.

There’s an open kitchen/living room area, a bathroom and his bedroom. It’s not much but it’s his and that makes all the difference.

“ Well uh — this is my place. “

He almost expects to see some kind of disdain on her face, disappointment too maybe. She’s used to big fancy houses with white shutters and stucco ceilings. Though when he turns to look at her there’s none of it. Just curiosity. No judgment. Not even a tiny spark. Not even at all.

“ It’s nice. Do you uh — I’m soaked. Do you have a shirt or something you could give me?”

It’s now, that he lets his eyes travel down her body, and notices her shirt clinging to her body. She’s not wearing a bra and it’s painfully obvious and he swears he dies in that moment. There’s only so much a guy’s heart can take.

“ Uh. I — mmh.”

As if his body works on autopilot, Billy hurries towards his bedroom and rummages through his closet until he finds a shirt that’s even baggy on him and will surely work for her. God, seeing her in his clothes is gonna give him another little heart attack.

“ Here you g — “ she’s naked. Not completely but her shirt and jeans are gone and all she’s in is a pair of red underwear and no bra and some socks and that damn peach baseball hat.

“ Huh? you never seen a pair of tits before? “

“ No, I have. “

“ Good. “

“ Yeah. Here “

She smirks as Billy hands her the shirt, doesn’t break eye contact. Not even once and she slips if over her head and almost drowns in the fabric. It reaches down to mid-thigh and she looks glorious. Wet hair clinging to her skin, shirt covering everything but just barely. Bily is usually suave and charming and smooth. Why not now? Why not with her? What is it about this girl that she plays his games better than he does it himself.

“ You want something to eat? “

What the fuck, Billy. There’s a half-naked girl in your kitchen and you’re asking her if she wants food? What is going on?!

“ Sure, what’ve you got? “

“ Lemme see — “ Billy says and turns towards the kitchen cabinets and (Y/N) slides up and sits down on the island. Her ass must be flush on the counter and Billy has to stop himself from following that thought any further because that would result in a serious hard-on right now.

“ So I got some Nachos aaand — “ he says and squats down to open a lower cabinet, “ I think there’s guacamole somewh— “

A soft thump interrupts him and, as he realises what’s caused the sound, his heart drops straight down into his pants and his whole body goes hot. Like his entire system is going haywire.

His hand reaches out to take the flimsy red fabric into his hand. Her underwear. This has crossed flirting long ago. This is an obvious invitation and if this was any other girl or any other situation he’d already be balls deep inside her so why not now?

As Billy turns to look at her, the teasing smirk is back, her eyebrow is raised in a way that tells him she’s challenging his next move, and the secrets are back sparkling in her eyes.

“ Oops “ she says though he can tell she’s all but sorry.

“ What are you doing? You have a boyfriend. “

“ Uuuugh ”  (Y/N) moans in annoyance, “ I told you, he’s not my boyfriend. He’s just a boy who doesn’t get it. I have a lot of boys in a lot of cities who all do not get it. They think because they’re rich and their parents have influence, everyone has to do as they wish. They’re not used to not getting what they want and I like to see ‘em get pissy once they realise they can’t have me. Billy those guys — they are so boring. So dull and if I have to listen to one more lecture about politics or their scholarship or how their daddy helped finance the university’s library I am going to off myself. “

“ So what role do I play in this game? You’re just a rich girl who’s bored with her suitors then, huh? What am I ? “

“ Exciting. You are different. You are you, no ifs or buts. You are your own person not a clone of your wealthy father and his even wealthier father. You are exciting and so. fucking. hot. “

Billy doesn’t notice it happening but suddenly he’s so close he can feel her breath on his skin. She’ so close. So close. All he has to do is reach out and grab her. Touch her. Kiss her. Taste her.

“ Fuck me.”

“ You sure? “ he murmurs, voice low and deep and soothing. “That’s all this is gonna be. Sex and fun and nothing serious. “

“ Just fun. No strings. I’ll leave at the end of the summer anyway. Until then we can — explore. “

“ Explore? “

“ Mmh. There’s so much we can do.“

“ Sounds good to me. “

Billy doesn’t give her time to reply before his lips descend on hers. She doesn’t taste like cherries or chapstick or sugar. She tastes cold and like fake raspberry slushy. Billy thinks it’s his favourite flavour now.

His hands wander up and down her sides and hers get tangled in his curls, combing through his hair and tugging slightly. She’s breathing deep, quick breaths as his lips make their way across her neck and down towards her boobs. He bunches the shirt up and pulls it over her head leaving her naked on his kitchen counter. She’s absolutely fucking breathtaking and his jeans are getting awfully tight around the front.

“ You’re so hot “ he murmurs against her skin as he buries his head in the crook of her neck. Her skin is flushed and there’s a cute red tint to her cheeks. Maybe he was wrong about it on all accounts. Maybe she’s not as innocent as he has first thought.

Her fingers slip down his body and straight into the front of his jeans, grabbing his dick and squeezing his hard on softly. Yeah, she’s definitely not as innocent as he had first thought.

It’s a clash of teeth and a tongues and a lot of saliva. This is messy and raw and rough and he feels like he’s died and gone straight to heaven. With every second, his lips wander a little further down her hot skin, placing kisses one every inch he can reach until he’s kneeling in front of her. Her eyes lock on his as she spreads her legs further letting him see just what he’s been lusting after since the first moment he’s laid eyes on her. He feels like a man starving being presented with an all you can eat buffet.

Their eyes lock as his lips kiss the spot where her abdomen meet her thighs. It’s not where she wants him but it’s enough to make her go fuzzy in the head.

“ I’ll make you forget about all those rich fuckboys, baby.”

And he does. God, he does. As soon as he licks at her clit she can’t recall a single name of any other boy she’s ever met. He devours her like he was born to do nothing but eat a girl out. There’s kisses followed by kitten licks followed by more kisses. It’s driving her crazy, the way he flicks his tongue.

(Y/N) lifts her leg to rest on his shoulder as her hand reaches down burying herself in his hair. The way she tugs, the slight pangs of pain, it’s delicious. Billy can’t get enough of it. He adds a finger, then two, slowly in and out, the faster, then even faster. He knows she’s close by the way she throws her head back, bites her lips. Her lipstick is everywhere, her hair clings to her skin now from sweat instead of rain. She’s a mess and he’s so proud of getting her to this point. He further spreads her lips, lapping up the wetness, sucking at her clit, making her come undone right there on his kitchen counter.

The moans that fall off of her lips are almost pornographic, he wonders if her parents know the kind of activities she gets up to when they’re away. He bets they don’t. She’s a princess at home. Nice and proper. A princess who spends her free time getting fucked by their poolboy.

Billy pulls away at the last minute which (Y/N) really doesn’t enjoy. She pouts at him, gives him a sound of pure dismay. “ Why did you stop? “ she questions, voice breathy, almost incoherent.

“ Cause I wanna feel you cum when I fuck you. “

He’s not usually this bold and brash. Girls like lovely words. They like soft voices and hushed whispers and for boys to say nice things during sex. Not her. She wants the dirt and the mess and the honesty.

(Y/N)’s hand finds its way back to his crotch, pulling down the zipper of his jeans and freeing his solid boner.

“ No boxers? “ there’s a glimmer of mischief playing in her eyes.

“ You complaining? “

“ Fuck no. I’d suck you off but I want you inside me — like right now. “

Billy only nods, before fumbling a condom from his wallet and pulling it down his cock. He shares her sentiment. All he wants to be right now, is inside her.

Rough hands grab her hips and turn her around before pushing her down. Her boobs as flush against the counter, ass on full display. She’s a sight for sore eyes. A masterpiece.

Billy can’t keep his hands off her ass. He has to grab a handful, squeeze it, caress it. There’s boob guys and butt guys and then there are guys like Billy who know that both those features are mutually phenomenal and to limit yourself by choosing one or the other is a move only a fool would make and he ain’t no fool.

Billy lines himself up at her slit. He can’t wait to feel her around him, wet and warm and throbbing and —

“ What are you waiting for? “ she grunts, impatience clear in her voice and she tries to wiggle her ass closer to him.

“ Patience, baby.” Billy instructs as he grabs onto her hips and pulls her even closer. Her skin is so soft, so perfect. There’s a primal desire in leaving his marks of passion there so he leans over and places little love bites on her shoulder. They’ll be easy for her to cover up with a shirt but he’ll know they are there and that’s all that matters to him.

Slowly, painfully slowly, he trails his erection up and down her entrance, coating it in her arousal. He’s really not looking forward to clean this mess later on but right now it’s damn worth it by the way she’s trembling and wiggling underneath him, desperate for some stimulation.

“ Patience is not a word I know, sorry “ she’s so god damn desperate it almost makes him cum before he even gets a fuck in.

“ Yeah me neither. “

With those words he sinks into her and it feels heavenly. Engulfed by her warmth, her wetness, her passion. Quite frankly, he’s convinced, there’s no better place to be in the entire world, than buried in the pussy of a pretty girl.

Billy moves his hips slowly, deliberately, set a rhythm and a pace. He watches his cock disappear inside of her then slide back out in a delicious cadency as he dings his fingers into her hips, surely leaving bruises.

The moans tumbling from her lips are almost pornographic though he can tell they’re real and honest. There’s no reason for her to fake anything. He’s pretty sure she’d set him straight if he was doing something wrong.

“ more. “ she gasps, breath hitching as she pushes back against him, taking him even deeper. This girl is a dream if he’s ever seen one.

Billy speeds up his movements, slamming into her at a faster pace, pounding her against the counter. The air is hot and both of them are so sweaty and the room smells of sex and salty ocean air. God, he loves California summers and pretty girls.

There’s a fire lit in his lower abdomen as she whimpers and arches her back off of the counter. Billy lifts one hand off of her hips and grabs onto her front, caressing her soft tits and pulling her upright so her back is flush against his chest. The sheen of sweat covering them makes it hard to figure out where one of them ends and the other begins. Right then, they are one. Her peach colored baseball cap falls off of her head and onto the floor, where the rest of their clothes lie discarded.

His hand desperately moves across her chest, squeezing and teasing and trailing fingers around her nipples, hard from arousal.

“ Oh fuck yes. “

The confirmation that he’s doing something right, that he’s making her feel good, makes Billy’s ego grow 3 sizes. He’s such a sucker for validation.

He snaps his hips faster, harder, tries to go deeper. His hand grabs onto her thigh and lifts it up so her knee is resting on the counter letting him fuck her at a whole new angle.

At the way she cries out in ecstasy he knows he’S doing something extremely right. “God, right there. “ she almost sobs. Billy’s sure she’s biting her lip so hard it must be close to drawing blood.

Billy buries his head in her messy hair, softly traces kisses and love bites up and down her neck, tugs on her earlobe with his teeth. “ Yeah? Your pussy is a dream, baby. A fucking dream.” he grunts, voice laced with lust.

“ I’m gonna cum, Billy. “

He can tell, by the way she trembles, clenches around him. By the way her breathing hitches. And he’s right there with her.

There’s a fire pulsing through him, shockwaves rippling. It bubbles in his abdomen then boils over. With every snap of his hips the movements get more arrhythmic, messy, uncoordinated, desperate

A bunch of expletives fall from her lips but Billy can hardly make them out as his own orgasm washes over him. It feels like time slows and every sound disappeared into a white static. Nothing matters then but to chase that high and catch it and get some sweet release.

Billy feels her cum around him, squeezing him tightly in the process. The way she moans his name, as if it’s both a secret and a confession to himself and the world, that’s what does it for him.

Grabbing her hips with both hands, he holds her in place, before pounding into her with a few last uncoordinated hard thrusts. And then his vision goes black for a moment and his brain stops functioning as he cums into the condom.

For a moment there’s no sound but them trying to catch their breath as they slump down against the counter, spent from the activities. Sweaty, filthy, messy. But oh so satisfied and content.

Billy pulls out of her and for a second he misses her warm and tight around him. Like he was meant to stay there forever. Fuck, he’s such a guy.

Another heartbeat passes and (Y/N) lets out a melodic but breathless giggle. “ I could go for some Nachos and Guac right now. “

This girl is really something else.

They devour the snacks while lazing on his couch. Naked as they came to this earth, unbothered. Maybe this is what makes him go so absolutely feral about her, the fact that she’s so uncomplicated. Yeah she comes with all kinds of warning signs and bad news for him but being with her like this it’s so easy. Like they’ve been some kinds of friends for a long time.

Their bodies are always touching in one way or another. As if they can’t get enough. Billy’s sitting on the couch, feet resting on the coffee table while her legs are places on his lap, cigarette dangling from her fingers. The air is sticky and humid and even the late afternoon breeze doesn’t bring any cooling-off.

As his eyes fall onto the clock on the wall, Billy lets out a frustrated grunt. “ Fuck.”

“ What’s the matter?”

“ I’m supposed to meet my friend Johnny at the gym in about 10 minutes. Totally forgot about it. “

“ Do you have to go? “

“ I really should. “

“ You’ve had quite the workout today though. “

Billy scoffs a laugh at her words before plucking the cigarette from her fingers and taking a drag. He lets the smoke sit in his chest for a moment, hoping to capture even a bit of the warmth he felt when buried balls deep inside her cunt.

It doesn’t work.

“ He’s waiting for me. “

“ Aw, that’s too bad. “ she says grabs the cigarette back and, after one last drag, then stubs it out in the ashtray resting on the coffee table. “ I was just about to ask for a round two. Guess I’ll have to do it by myself then. That’s fine. “

Her fingers trail down her body, teasing her nipples before descending towards her slit. She slowly circles her clit. Billy is honesty sure she’ll be the death of him. This girl is so sweet yet so dirty and he’s not sure he’s ever met someone like her.

“ You gonna sit there and finger yourself on my couch ? “

“ You gonna sit there and watch and not join in? Come on Billy, I can give you quite the workout. No gym necessary. Do I have to beg? “

Yes. God he wants to hear her beg but that makes him feel a bit — uneasy. He doesn’t want her to think he doesn’t want this just as much as she does. Maybe they can leave the begging for another day.

“ You’re insatiable, huh? “ he asks as he settles himself on top of her, lips colliding with hers ina fiery kiss.

(Y/N) just nods, a satisfied moan slipping from her lips as his fingers nudge her hand away and replace them softly trailing up and down her slit, slipping inside every once in a while.

“ What can I say? It’s a bad habit I just can’t seem to quit.”

Maybe this is a really bad idea. Maybe he’s getting himself into more trouble than he needs right now. But the way she feels and sounds and taste make it worth it.

As the sun sets upon the horizon and the summer storm has long passed on to another coastal town, Billy thinks that it’s so worth it if only he can feel like this for the rest of the summer.

There’s really nothing quite like a California summer and a pretty girl with a dirty mind.

[crue-sixx]

High-Stakes | Chapter 1 (Speed Fanfiction)

This was requested.

Summary: Los Angeles police officer Jack Traven has dealt with many intense hostage situations, but never one that involved his pregnant wife. He must race against the clock in order to save not only his wife, but a bus full of other innocent pedestrians.

This chapter has a lot of quotes from the movie (with some of my own writing too of course) so I don’t take credit for those.

Jack Traven watched as the bus you were on disappeared down the road until he could no longer see it. He took a sip of his strong coffee before he turned away and made his way to where his Ford Bronco was parked a short distance away. He had to get to the police station before his partner, Harry, chewed him out for being late.

He sat his coffee and bagged muffin down on top of the car before he dug his keys from his pocket. He was just unlocking the door when an explosion suddenly went off. Jack ducked down and covered his head before he looked over, finding a bus on fire. His eyes widened in shock as he processed what had just happened. He went into action mode and ran towards the bus to try to help...to do anything. Upon reaching the bus, however, he found that there was nothing he could do. It was too late. He knew who was in that bus because he had just spoken to the man. How and why did this happen?

As Jack stood there, he heard a phone ringing in the distance. His brows furrowed in confusion as he looked around until he found two payphones nearby. He made himself walk over to them, slowly, eyeing the one that was ringing for a moment. He finally picked it up and put it to his ear.

“You think if you pick up all of the bus driver’s teeth, they’ll give you another medal?”

Jack let out the breath he’d been holding, knowing who was on the other end of the phone. It was impossible though...wasn’t it? He had been killed. Jack was there! It was the same man who had tried to blow up the elevator. He’d recognize that voice anywhere.

The madman started droning on about his previous attack and how Jack had come along, ruining it. He made it sound as if he had been doing some civic duty by trapping an elevator full of innocent civilians with explosives. The man truly was crazy.

“Why didn’t you just come after me?” Jack asked as he squeezed the phone in his hand, tightly.

“This is about me,” the man replied. “About my money! This is about money due me, which I will collect! 3.7 million. It’s my nest egg, Jack. At my age, you’ve got to think ahead.”

“When I find you...” Jack said through clenched teeth, but was interrupted.

“Pop quiz, hotshot,” the man began to say. “There’s a bomb on a bus. Once the bus goes 50 miles an hour, the bomb is armed. If it drops below 50, it blows up. What do you do?”

Jack’s brows furrowed as he thought for a moment. “I’d want to know what bus it was.”

“You think I’m going to tell you that?”

“Yes.”

“Very good,” the man replied, seeming pleased. “There are rules, Jack, and I want you to get this right. No one goes off the bus. If you try to take any passengers off the bus, I will detonate it. I want my money by 11 AM.”

“We can’t pull that kind of money in time,” Jack told him, quickly.

“Focus, Jack! Your concern is the bus and don’t try to call the radio’s down. Now the number of the bus is 2525.”

Jack’s eyes widened and his heart felt as if it had stopped beating. Bus 2525...the very same bus that his wife was on...his pregnant wife.

“You’re very quiet, Jack,” the man said with what sounded like a smile on his face. “That bus ringing some bells for you. I did my homework. Your wife takes that bus almost every day doesn’t she?”

“You son of a bitch!” Jack yelled out in frustration as he hit the payphone.

“Easy there, Jack. I make the rules and I decide what happens. I imagine you already know the route the bus takes. You better hurry. Time’s ticking.”

Jack immediately went into action. He dropped the phone from his hand and ran for his Bronco. He hopped in and started the engine before pulling out of his parking spot, squeezing tires as he did so. He sped down the road with only one thing on his mind...saving his wife.

He managed to find the bus fairly easily since it hadn’t had a chance to make it far since the phone call. It was stopped in some traffic because of some road work. All he had to do was get to it before it took off down the road again. He stopped his vehicle and jumped out of it, running towards the bus just as it started taking off down the road again.

“No, wait!” Jack called out as he kept running for the bus. “Stop the bus! Stop the fucking bus!”

It was no use. He didn’t make it in time and Sam, the driver, had not heard him. Jack stopped running and ran a hand through his short hair before he looked around, trying to figure out what to do. He spotted a Jaguar. One that would go fast enough for him to catch up to the bus.

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Meanwhile, you were sat on the bus, not knowing a thing of what was happening. It was just like any other day for you. It wouldn’t be too long till Sam dropped you off at your stop and you walked the short distance to the elementary school you taught at.

The bus was full of other people trying to get places as well. There was a guy not far from you, talking about how this was his first trip to Los Angeles. He seemed pretty excited to be there. You had been as well when you first moved there. You grew up in a small town so the big city was definitely a change for you. You didn’t even know anyone, but that all changed when you met Jack.

You met the handsome man when he made a visit to the elementary school to talk to the kids about how dangerous it could be to talk to strangers. You two just couldn’t seem to keep your eyes off of each other. That’s why he had asked you out on a date afterwards when you thanked him for talking with the kids. You two hit it off right away. You had been together for over a year when he proposed to you and you two didn’t waste anytime with getting married. After a year of being married, you both decided to try for a baby. It wasn’t easy though. It just didn’t seem to be working out and it worried you. It finally happened after a year of trying though. You and Jack couldn’t be happier.

Speaking of Jack, you had been looking out the window when you thought you saw someone who looked an awful lot like your husband, driving a convertible. It couldn’t be him though. He was supposed to be on the other side of the city at work. Also, he didn’t own a Jaguar unless he had made a big purchase you didn’t know about. You shook the whole idea from your mind and looked back down at the book you had been reading.

“What the hell is this idiot doing?!” Sam asked.

You glanced up from your book again and leaned up to see ahead of you. There was that convertible again. You narrowed your eyes and knew you couldn’t be seeing things again. You stood from your seat and went up to the front, feeling shocked by what you were seeing. Jack was indeed driving a convertible with an unknown passenger.

“Y/N, you know you’re supposed to be in your seat,” Sam said as he noticed you beside him.

“Sam, that’s Jack,” you told him.

“Your husband?” He asked and you nodded. “Well, What the hell is he doing? He’s been driving like a maniac and trying to tell me something that I can’t hear.”

“Maybe you should stop the bus then.”

“I can’t just stop this bus because your husband has his panties in a twist,” he said.

“Something’s going on for him to be doing all of this, Sam,” you told him. “You know he works for the LAPD.”

Sure enough, a note that the guy with Jack had been trying to hold up came flying to the windshield. It felt as if all of the air had left you when you read it.

Bomb on bus.

“Oh my-” you said as your eyes widened.

Jack moved over to the right lane and drove right beside the bus. Sam opened the door so that he could communicate with Jack and you stepped back a bit to be out of the way for the two to communicate.

“Keep the bus over 50!” Jack called out. “Do not go under 50!”

You didn’t know what was happening. All you knew was that there was a bomb on the bus and you couldn’t go under 50. Jack opened the door to the convertible, all while still driving down the freeway, and let the bus run it over so that it was no longer there. You watched in horror as Jack managed to jump onto the moving bus, just barely making it. He was now inside with all of you. Everyone was in shock to say the least.

“Okay, listen, you have to keep this bus above 50,” Jack told Sam. “Whatever it takes.”

Sam nodded and Jack quickly turned to you, checking you over. You could tell he was worried underneath his calm exterior.

“Are you trying to get yourself killed, Jack?!” You asked him, skeptically. “What were you thinking doing something like that?!”

“I’m trying to keep you alive, Y/N,” Jack said with determination as he spoke low enough for only you to hear him.

“What’s going on?” You asked him. “How do you know there’s a bomb on this bus?”

“Because he told me so after he blew up another bus right in front of me,” Jack said. “That bomber we thought we took care of us still alive.”

Your eyes widened at the news as your head shook in disbelief. “But...but that’s impossible. He killed himself. You said so.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought, but he obviously fooled us,” he replied, “and he’s pissed.”

You let out a shaky breath, placing a hand on your stomach. You were happy that Jack was being so honest about the whole thing, but you were worried. You were worried for yourself, the unborn baby in your stomach, and your husband. You were also worried about all of the innocent people that were now involved in this.

“Listen, everything’s going to be okay,” Jack told you when he noticed your worried expression. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you or to our baby.”

“Excuse me, but who are you and what’s going on?” One of the passengers asked Jack.

Jack looked away from you and to the other passengers on the bus, who seemed confused about the situation. Jack stepped away from you and addressed them all.

“My name is Jack Traven and I work for the LAPD. There’s a bit of a situation. If you all will just stay in your seats, we should be able to-”

“Get away from me!” One of the passengers, a man, yelled at Jack as he pointed a gun at him.

Everyone gasped in surprise, including you. Jack pulled his own gun out, quickly, and aimed it at the man. A random woman grabbed you by your arm and pulled you down to sit by her so that you wouldn’t be in the line of fire if something were to happen. Things just kept getting more intense and dangerous.

“I don’t know you, man,” Jack told him. “I’m not here for you. Let’s not do this.”

“Stop the bus!” The guy yelled, seeming panicked.

“He can’t!” Jack yelled at the guy.

The guy didn’t seem to be getting the picture. He kept yelling for Sam to stop the bus and aiming his gun at Jack, which had you all kinds of terrified for your husband.

“Listen...I’m going to put my gun away,” Jack told the guy as he lifted his free hand up in surrender and moved his gun back into its holster, slowly. “I don’t care about your crime. Whatever you did, I’m sure that you’re sorry so it’s cool now. It’s over. I’m not a cop right now. See? We’re just two cool guys just hanging out-”

Things only escalated from there. One of the other passengers decided to jump in to try to help Jack, but it only seemed to make things worse because a gunshot was suddenly heard on the bus.

[five-wow]

10.01 thoughts (or basically a rambly recap, very spoilery, with a lot of caps lock abuse) under the cut!!! :D

JERRY’S BEEN SHOT. that’s not actually a surprise at this point in any way, but oh gosh, poor guy. “it hurts more than i thought it would.” oh no. :c

i’m confused though - grover’s there calling an ambulance, jerry is bleeding, steve is keeping pressure on the wound, but where’s danny? clutching his heart out of frame? OH WAIT he could be arresting ezra hassan, i suppose?

on screen: 2 weeks later. jfdkfjdk they resolved that cliffhanger in like, under thirty seconds.

love jerry’s longer curly hair! REALLY LOVE that jerry and junior are playing battleship, omg.

jerry thought about HIS DND BUDDIES WHEN HE GOT SHOT. i love him. (i’m also both worried about his mental health and glad they’re showing him actually feeling some repercussions from getting shot, aside from the flesh wound.)

tani and junior!!! are going to the opera!!! wonderful, i’m into it.

AH. here we have steve on his date, omfg. it all looks so pretty - the background, the restaurant, the date, steve. REALLY AWKWARD conversation though, fjdkfd. steve’s been hanging with danny too much - as soon as someone asks “what are you thinking” he just opens up his heart.

“it’s just crazy, you know. things that happen at work.” FDJKFDJF i’m glad he’s seeing that AFTER NINE YEARS.

DANNY CALLS. i’ve seen the clips that were drifting around tumblr, so i knew it was going to happen, but still. DANNY CALLS. IN THE MIDDLE OF STEVE’S DATE.

“i think it’s best,” steve says, about taking a phone call from danny while he’s in the middle of a first date with a really pretty woman who seems very kind about his total awkwardness, oh BOY

the WAY danny says “hi” just already has me in stitches. i die. and then steve’s “dude! i don’t know.” he sounds so frustrated! poor guy.

“words are kinda just, they’re falling out of my mouth, i don’t know why.” OH STEVE. also: that’s 80% of all fic in which steve finally confesses his feelings to danny ever. thank you, canon, for giving us a steve who is canonically prone to this.

“do you have any game at all?” danny asks, of steve, WHO HE IS CALLING IN THE MIDDLE OF A DATE. the co-dependency here is HIGH and it’s probably unhealthy but i’m enjoying it a lot, truly.

okay so, steve says “you’ve called twice, we haven’t even ordered!” and then DANNY SAYS “if you answered my texts, i wouldn’t have to call” and that’s just ALL SO BAD. they are TERRIBLE together and that woman should probably run far away.

danny! way to build up steve’s confidence on this date by telling him his thing is awkward and messing things up, holy shit.

I’M SCREAMING. “that was danny. who i love. very much.” I AM YELLING. YES. GOOD. PREMIUM CONTENT.

just. i love “i love you”s, okay. i love them. we got one (1) in s9 at the end of 9.01, but we’re off to a good start now in 10.01, with steve telling his frigging date that he loves danny, oh my.

IT GOT WORSE. i paused like, in the middle of steve’s sentence, and then as soon as i hit play the date said “sounds like my ex” and steve says “you know, it’s funny that you say that, because it’s kind of like a marriage” and uh, hello steve, i made a gifset about that the day before yesterday, thank you for giving me an update, but also just. wtf. wtf holy shit

i. i just. this is supposedly steve on a date with a woman being all heterosexual, but it’s really an extremely mcdanno scene, like ten times more than i was prepared for, wow.

real talk though, i’m almost certain this relationship isn’t going anywhere, but this woman seems really cool!!! i love her so far.

tani is actually enjoying the opera and junior seems to be paying more attention to her than the stage and i have no idea if this is actually an officially official date between them or if they’re still “just friends”, but it’s all so cute. and then, of course, some anonymous guy shows up with a sketchy briefcase that’s inevitably going to contain weapons, but oh well, it was nice for how long it lasted.

a slightly updated intro!!! katrina law is already in it (which i like) and the new group shot is kind of crowded but really nice, but fjdkfdjkdf they chose a really awkward moment where adam is supposedly typing something on the tech table but he’s REALLY OBVIOUSLY just randomly tapping his fingers on it. that’s going to haunt me. oh dear show runners, why.

danny... says steve was blowing his date, as they arrive on the crime scene that junior and tani found, and steve says he has a second date and danny goes “you got a second date?” incredulously and almost dismayed and that just really sounds like he WANTED steve to blow it. what is this, danny, setting steve up with a pretty woman from steve’s school to test him? see if he’ll say no and fall in your arms instead, and when he doesn’t, you’re disappointed?

even the lighting in this random stairwell gun fight chase scene is kind of pretty! the blue and red? i like it.

oh NO, steve, you’re not even ten minutes into a new season and you’re chasing some suicidally parcouring bad guy across roof tops and into a jump that’s REALLY going to give danny a heart attack, jesus.

fdjkfd danny telling steve that ten years ago he would’ve made that jump? telling him he’s forty? i’m not sure if that’s kind of mean or really good, but it might be both.

plot stuff happens, but i keep getting distracted by all the grey in steve’s beard and his new, longer hair. it’s good.

i like quinn’s introduction!!! i really do, more than i’d expected. and honestly, that déjà vu thing lenkov was talking about is very faint to me, to the point where it’s mostly just there because danny says it out loud in the text and then forcibly makes it so. they’re not in steve’s garage, it’s the wrong car they’re standing next to, there are three people instead of two and there’s no “one, two, three” and showing badges, but steve yeets his badge over the windshield of the car in quinn’s direction. the similarity isn’t that strong.

danny going “i gotta follow him” about steve and “i don’t know [shrugs]” about where they’re going is beautiful.

i’m about halfway through the episode now and steve and danny have spent SO MUCH time together and it’s really good but also has me slightly worried that they’re pushing all the steve&danny content for the entire season in one episode, omg. it’s good, though. i’m happy for now.

adam is still doing yakuza stuff. i get it, because it’s the one big thing they’ve given his character, but i do get kind of tired of it. he’s supposedly out, but every time they need it for plot reasons, he still has connections somewhere that are willing to help him for whatever reason.

and then quinn shows up and pulls a gun on adam, fjdkfd. listen, i know i said i was getting tired of him doing the yakuza thing over and over, but shooting him would be a little drastic.

danny: “this is good, we’re chasing a monster truck. that’s totally normal, right?” how is it that NOW they’re both suddenly realizing their lives are kind of crazy? they weren’t crazy before, guys? guys??

HAH, the guy in the truck drives over a dozen cars. that’s ridiculous, but a lot of fun, omg.

danny, when he finds tani and quinn in the same room at hq: “oh good, you two have met.” YES. MY SENTIMENTS. except i’m perhaps a little more exuberant about it. TWO MAIN FEMALE CHARACTERS IN ONE SCENE YES GOOD I LIKE THIS. we haven’t had this since... season 4, maybe? when catherine was briefly part of the team?

oh SHIT. danny: “are you sure you’re not related to steve in any way?” okay SO. we’re all assuming quinn is steve’s new love interest, but quinn being steve’s secret half sister somehow? also nonsense, but nonsense i’d like. and i mean, they need to keep the mcgarrett family drama alive somehow, so this could be fun.

quinn: “can’t this thing go any faster? [steve looks at her weird] what?” steve: “nothing. just never had that complaint before.” that is a LIE. i know for a fact that that’s a lie, because i have a stupid amount of knowledge of h50 of the top of my head and one of the things i know is that in 8.01 tani pops up between steve and danny while she’s in the backseat of the camaro and ALSO asks if it doesn’t go any faster. i know what they’re going for here, setting quinn and steve up as equals, and i like what they’re trying to tell us about quinn as a character in theory but come on, if you’re trying to convince us steve is all impressed by this woman that you might be setting him up with romantically, at least do some continuity fact checking on your own show, guys.

anyway! i do like that it’s canon that all women in five-0 think the camaro isn’t fast enough. get wrecked, steve and danny, HA.

when steve said to the bad guy “my friend lou here is going to put some handcuffs on you” i thought at first that he said “liu”, as in quinn’s last name, and oh man, first they had tani and junior’s last names as rey and reigns, which was close enough, but now they have lou and liu, gosh.

!!! this talk between steve and quinn in front of kamekona’s?? i LIKE IT. A LOT. we get to know a little more about quinn and steve genuinely does treat her as an equal and a capable colleague and there’s nothing especially romantic about this, which is good this early on even if they’re doing that later because i do feel like it could possibly work but right now it would just be really weird and very forced and i’m just really relieved that’s the dynamic they’re going for. this, this is good.

OH BOY. “we’re breaking up with you, danny” steve says. i... wow.

FAIR THOUGH. it’s probably a REALLY GOOD idea of steve to maybe involve danny a little less in his dating life if he wants to, well, actually have one that’s viable for life, but oh GOSH. danny going “you can’t cut me out” when steve tells him this? danny is just. so interested in steve’s romantic life, damn.

tani: “mom and dad are fighting again.” fdjkfdjk YES. this time it’s not even junior saying this to eddie behind steve and danny’s back, it’s just tani saying it out loud to the entire group and nobody says anything about it so uhhh that’s accepted fact then, within the team. GOOD.

ohhhh jerry is leaving. also not a real surprise and it’s probably kind of good that the team doesn’t endlessly keep growing if quinn joins this season, but ahh, i’m sad, anyway.

GROUP HUG. i love EVERY SINGLE THING ABOUT THIS.

oh gooood, somebody put a bomb in the champ box in steve’s garage. that’s harsh.

final thoughts: i LIKED THIS. very much!!! i’m relieved about that, tbh, because at least i’m happy about the start of the season, which seems like a good sign, haha. i love quinn so far, there was REALLY GREAT mcdanno stuff in this, i love that steve is dating again, tani and junior seem to be dating, jerry is fairly healthy and happy - all around lots of good stuff.

i do kind of think that cliffhanger from last season got extremely little attention (we didn’t even see ezra hassan get arrested, and what happened to her kid? where was danny? idk it was weirdly short and quick), but it’s still possible they’re coming back to that in a later episode, idk.

[bloodandfire-kennyhickeyfanfic]

Chapter 12 - Welcome To The Machine

Arizona State, October 16 1994

"No, you've got to be fucking kidding me!" Kenny exclaims as we stand outside the tour bus on a long stretch of Highway, somewhere between Phoenix and Tuscon Arizona. It was mid afternoon and the bright Arizona sun was beating down as the tour bus driver - Mike - attempts to flag someone down for some help. The bus of course decided to breakdown, the ball bearings of the front tires apparently seized causing the bus to lock up completely on the highway. We were all just perfectly fine drinking and hanging out when there was this huge thrust forward and the driver had to steer us off to the side of the highway. I fucking thought we like hit someone or something but no, it's just the stupid bus. Fuck sakes!

"Ok, look guys... I'm just gonna head back and see if there is a gas station or something. I'm gonna have to call someone for help, so Andi, here... take the bus keys and I'll be back," Mike says pulling out the keys from his pocket. He was incredibly tall and really built, I almost didn't picture him as a bus driver at all.

"Wait...what do you want me to do with the keys?" I ask taking the keys from him and flipping my curls out of my face.

"Just keep 'em for now, but I'll be back guys, I swear," Mike says and turns off to walk down the highway. I stood there in the hot Arizona sun looking down at the keys in my hand and turn around to see Kenny, and Johnny leaning against the bus having a smoke, Peter turning around and heading back up into the bus and Josh was still up in his bunk on the bus sleeping off his hangover.

"What the fuck are we gonna do now?" Johnny asks taking a drag of his smoke.

"I uh, guess we just wait," I say as I walk up to Kenny and Johnny and I glance back at Mike as he walks farther away from us.

"Fuck... it's always something," Kenny says as he takes a drag of his cigarette and looks down at himself, his jet black curls gently blowing in the breeze.

"We just better not miss the show man. All our gear shows up and we're nowhere to be found... how the hell would we explain that?" Johnny says, his tone slightly frustrated.

"Don't worry, we'll make it..." I say trying to sound hopeful as Kenny glances at me exhaling a cloud of smoke.

*6 Hours Later*

"I thought you said we would make it," Kenny smirks at me with a sarcastic tone as we sit up on the bus waiting for Mike. It was now dark out and here we are still sitting on the side of the highway with a broken down bus and 4 guys who are all annoyed at me somehow because I apparently was the one who broke the bus.

"It's not my fault Mike hasn't come back yet," I say in a flatly as I sit across from Kenny on the couch.

"No but it is your fault for letting him go with the fucking change because now we have no way to call anyone for help," Kenny says angered.

"How the fuck was I supposed to know he had all the change? I've never had to carry change on me because usually we have a fucking working bus, it's not my fault,"

"Oh so you're going to bring up how it was soooo much better working for Soundgarden cause they had better working equipment,"

"Excuse me?! When did I ever bring up Soundgarden... all I said was that I've never had to deal with a broken down bus before!" I shoot back at Kenny, my anger clearly revealed at this point.

"First fucking time for everything right?!"

"Ok, look yelling at me is not going to get us there any faster alright, just fucking chill," I say as I loosen the laces to my Doc Martens and avoiding his eyes altogether. I'm really not in the mood to

"Chill? Really? Just fucking chill she says," Kenny chuckles sarcastically and I look over at him completely pissed with him.

"Well what the fuck am I supposed to do? Get out underneath the bus and fix it myself?!" I yell back at him.

Now, I'm really pissed.

"Hey guys, stop ok... look we're all a little tired and hungry lets just relax ok," Johnny says as he walks up from the back lounge area of the bus. Suddenly there were some bright flashing lights that could be seen out of the windshield up at the front and get up off the couch quickly to run out and see Mike in the passenger side of the large tow truck pulling up in front of the bus.

"Oh my god, what the fuck took so long?" I ask as Mike steps out of the passenger side of the tow truck.

"It took forever to find a gas station and then when I finally was able to get a hold of a tow truck, it was already dark. I'm sorry guys, we got help but you missed your set though," Mike says.

"Yea no shit," Kenny says as the tow truck guys get to working on the front of the bus.

"I uh, got a hold of Jerry and he's sending the equipment bus to pick you all up so it might be a little longer of a wait but at least you'll be able to make it to Tuscon and get to a hotel," Mike explains.

"Ok... thank you Mike," I say relieved at the fact that we don't have to sleep on the bus on the side of the highway.

*****

Not long after, we were finally picked up by the equipment bus and stuffed all our luggage as best we could into the bus, then made our way into Tuscon and checked into a hotel. Since there were only two rooms available, Peter, Josh and Johnny decided to all share one which left Kenny and I with the other. Once we reached our room and we set our bags down by the door, I threw my leather jacket on the chair and immediately began to peel off my Dead Kennedy's tank top, tossing it on to the floor and then sit myself down on the bed to unlace my Doc Marten's.

Kenny and I haven't said one word to each other since we were yelling at each other back on the broken down bus and I wasn't in the mood to argue anymore. I just wanted this day to be over. As I set my boots aside, Kenny sets his leather jacket on the chair and watches me as I unbuckle my belt and peel off my ripped jeans.

"I'm going in for a quick shower," I say quietly as I step out of my jeans. Kenny still says nothing though I can feel his eyes follow me as I make my way into the small hotel bathroom in just my black thong panties and lacy black bra. I close the door and start up the shower as I examine myself in the mirror while I wait for the water to warm up.

I hate fighting. We don't fight all the time, actually really hardly ever at all, but when we do... fuck I wish it just wouldn't happen at all. I know it's just because we're all so exhausted and cranky and sleeping on a bus with 4 boys all the fucking time is starting to drive me insane. But this is what I signed up for. This is what I do. I could handle it when I was on the road with Soundgarden so I sure as hell can handle it with Type O and Pantera.

I step into the shower stall and let the warm water run over my body. Damn this feels amazing. After a couple of minutes I hear the bathroom door open.

"Can I come in?" Kenny asks.

"Yea," I say quietly as I close my eyes to let the water run over my head. I hear him open the shower curtain and he quickly closes it as I wipe the water from my face to open my eyes to look at him. He glances over my body and then back up to my eyes and I could just tell that he was sorry for yelling at me. I offer a half smile and he gives me a cute little smirk and touches his forehead to mine, the water now washing over him, soaking his dark curls that splayed across his chest.

"Well that was... fun," He says and I smirk.

"Yea I love it when the bus breaks down and shit gets all fucked up, and we end up fighting. I don't know about you but I'm ready to do that all over again," I joke and Kenny starts laughing.

"I'm sorry baby," He says sweetly.

"Me too," I say.

"You know what the best part about fighting is?" He says low and raspy as he glances at me under his brow.

"What?" I ask with his hands moving to my hips and around to my lower back. My hands rest on his biceps, feeling him flex a little as he presses my body to his, letting the water wash over us.

"Making up," He says and presses his lips to mine and I couldn't help but melt in his arms as his tongue swipes across my bottom lip. His tongue begins to play with mine as I reach up and lace my fingers through his wet curls, pressing my chest to his as he wraps his arms around me.

Arlington Texas,  October 31 1994

"What the.... seriously Peter...?" Kenny exclaims as he picks his guitar from the guitar rack backstage. Peter decided to have some drunken fun and spray painted Kenny's Gibson SG completely black.

"What?" Peter says flatly as he walks over to him.

"We go on in like fucking 15 minutes and you spray my guitar with black spray paint?! It's all over the strings, the pickups... Peter what the fuck?!" Kenny exclaims sounding incredibly mad as I try desperately to not laugh as Peter looks at him taking a swig of his bottle of wine.

"It'll sound better that way, I promise," Peter jokes. They are constantly pulling pranks on each other and this is probably the best prank Peter has pulled on Kenny. Little does Peter know, Kenny fucked around with his bass earlier so really Kenny shouldn't be the one complaining. Peter just doesn't even know it yet.

"It's not even fucking dry yet," Kenny says as he takes his guitar and sets it down on the back bench that's behind the stage and starts to re-string his guitar.

"Baby, do you need - "

"Nope I don't need any help, just leave me... fuck," Kenny cuts me off still clearly annoyed but I couldn't help giggling because it was just so funny. Kenny shoots me a look and I just throw up my hands and try not to let him see me laugh as I walk away.

*20 Minutes later*

Once everyone was on stage and just as soon as Peter goes to pluck the first chord of Black No 1, it was the worst sound I had ever heard come out of a bass. I wish I could describe it. The only way I could think to describe it is like a huge fart or something, I don't know but it was fucking hilarious. As I stand off stage by Kenny's Mesa Boogie amp stack, Kenny, who was covered in black spray paint still, his forearms and hands still black from his guitar, shoots me a glance like he knew that would happen and starts laughing as I shake my head at him.

"Well since my bass is fucked I'm just going to stand here until someone can give me a proper working bass," Peter's voice booms into the mic and the crowd starts to go crazy, some laughing but mostly 'booing'.

"John, can you get him his bass?" I ask as I run back behind Johnny's drum kit where Peter's bass tech guy which is really Kenny's guitar tech guy as well stood behind, trying to string up another bass.

"I'm working on it," John says as he quickly threads the strings passed the pick ups and through the bridge of Peter's back up bass. Once John finishes stringing the bass and with the crowd's 'booing' becoming even louder, he runs out on stage and hands Peter a new bass and the crowd starts to cheer. I take my place back by Kenny's amps and take a long sip of my Jack and Coke.

Oh my God these boys are a handful.

Las Vegas Nevada, December 4  1994

"Kenny, no seriously... what are you doing!?" I ask half laughing as I stand back stage at the Thomas and Mack Center. It was the last show of the tour and the crowd was going insane as different members of the road crew were whizzing by me trying to understand just what was happening.

"Ooooh baby, I'm gettin' 'em I swear," Kenny laughs maniacally as he grabs a bottle of mustard from the buffet table and steps back up to the stage grabbing me by my hip and pulling me into him and pressing his lips to mine. It caught me off guard at fist and I giggle against his lips but then he begins to move his lips with mine and I reach up and lace my fingers through his messy dark curls that flowed passed his shoulders and suck his beautiful bottom lip.

He then pulls away from me just as fast as he pulled me into him, then laughs as he runs out on to the stage with the bottle of mustard while Peter and Josh throw more toilet paper rolls out into the crowd. Dime and Phil who were also on stage, Dime still trying to play a few riffs from his guitar, become covered in toilet paper while the crowed continues to go insane.

I have never see so much toilet paper being thrown and as I stand there watching the spectacle, more members of Type O's crew whir passed me to try to stop them. It was pure craziness, seeing Kenny squirt the bottle of mustard all over Dime with Dime laughing like a crazy man with his guitar, picking a bottle of ketchup that somehow got on stage and squirting it right back at Kenny.

"Andi!!!" I hear Johnny scream my name from somewhere behind me and as I turn around, he squirts me with a bottle of ketchup all over my chest and laughs.

"The Fuck?!" I exclaim completely surprised and look down to see my Black Sabbath shirt covered in the red sticky, vinegary sauce.

"Oh shit!" Johnny laughs as I immediately run at him and try to get the ketchup bottle from him. This is insane. Completely utterly fucking insane but so much fucking fun at the same time. Johnny manages to get away from me as he is pretty fucking quick and I run over to the buffet table looking for another bottle of ketchup or mustard, really anything just to get him back. Once I grab the bottle and run back to the steps of the stage, Johnny was already out on stage fucking around with everyone else.

The chaos ensued and I could see the whole stage covered in toilet paper, food, spit, various alcoholic substances as everyone just lets their aggression out. It was like nothing I had ever seen before, let alone be a part of. It was fucking amazing!

[toosicktoocare]

Prompt:  The night before graduation, A doesn’t reply in the group chat with their friends and S/O. The next day, the group finds A, who looks pale and shaky but still smiling, and then the group spots the hospital bracelet around A’s wrist.

Fandom: Teen Wolf/Sterek 

Setting: Modern AU (no wolf shenanigans, lol) 

Note: I’ve never written for Teen Wolf ever, so excuse this if it’s trash, lol

TW: Car Accident 

For @lugiadepression! 

Derek rolls his eyes when his phone chimes off six times in a row, all messages from Stiles in the newly-created ‘graduation time baby!’ group chat that’s been consuming Derek’s phone for the last week. 

But, with graduation only one night’s sleep away, Derek will have dominance over his phone once more, no longer being over run with message after message, even if some do have him smiling a little. 

When it goes off a seventh time, he groans and tosses his phone onto his passenger seat before peeling out of the grocery store parking lot a little too fast, his tires screeching against the pavement as he whips out onto the road. 

He’s tired, and he kind of just wants to get tomorrow over with. He almost opted to not even walk, but Stiles fought him hard on that, scolding him for not being proud of the work he’s put in considering.... 

Derek shakes his head, ridding his mind of any thoughts of the fire. He doesn’t need to bog down his mood with that, not now, not when his life is finally falling back into place thanks to Stiles’ persistence. 

Still, he’s gripping the wheel a little too hard, his knuckles fading to an off-white against his tan skin, and he breathes out a deep breath he was unaware he was holding as he rolls up to a stop sign. 

He watches the car across from him go first, and in just seconds, that car’s being slammed into by someone who ignored the four-way, and Derek can only blink in stunned surprise at the hit car toppling toward his car. 

He manages a breathy “shit” before a loud crunch of metal shoves him into darkness. 

*****

He comes to from a loud banging right against his ear, and he’s confused. His entire body aches in ways he’s never felt, and his head is throbbing hard enough to leave him nauseous. Still, he pries his eyes open, which proves to be much harder than he thought, and he can just make out the wreckage through his splintered windshield when he lifts his head from the driver’s side window, wincing as shards of broken glass fall to his shoulder. 

His window is spider-webbed, and specks of blood dot the jagged shards. It looks close to breaking entirely, and the man beating on the window isn’t helping anyone. He waves a weak hand to stop him then reaches for the door handle. 

Each movement feels as if he’s pushing his muscles through mud, but he manages to slip out of his car, only to fall back against it when a wave of dizziness jolts from his head to his twisting stomach.

“My brakes failed, man. I didn’t mean-- they are still in there.” 

The man’s words are almost jumbled-- it takes Derek a minute to comprehend. “Who’s still in where?” 

“The lady and her kid... in the car I hit. They’re fine, I think. They just can’t get out.” 

His words send a stiffening jolt over Derek’s muscles, one that’s driven with a burning shock of adrenaline that quickly heats over his limbs, loosening them enough to take action. 

“They’re...” His words trail off when he spots the dark fumes of smoke billowing up from the hood of the car. “Shit,” he curses under his breath before running over. 

“Call 911!” He calls over his shoulder before skidding to a stop beside the car, running his eyes over the mangled vehicle to assess the situation to the best of his abilities before plotting on how to get both mother and child out quickly and painlessly. 

“They are four minutes out!” 

Derek spares a glance to the hood of the car, frowning at the smoke that’s coming out almost black, with a few sparks of flame threatening to blow out from under the hood. He’s not sure anyone can wait four minutes, so he sucks in a deep breath, turns to his side, and begins ramming his elbow against a window. 

Time seems to move at a snail’s pace after that. He feels like he’s crawling through mounds of burning sand as he helps both the mother and the child out of the car and away from the now bursting flames. The other guy came over to help move the mother and child away from the burning car at some point-- Derek can’t remember. His mind feels clouded with the smoke, and his vision is starting to grey around the edges. 

The group makes it to a cluster of trees a safe distance away before the grey starts to turn to a heavy black. 

“Hey, man, you good? You look really pale.” 

Derek blinks at the guy, slowly, with great effort, and he opens his mouth to reply just as everything goes black. 

*****

“Derek?” 

Peter’s voice sounds incredibly far away, not that Derek minds too much. But, he doesn’t remember being with Peter, so he starts toward it, walking along darkness, following the echoes. 

“Hey, Derek? You alive in there?” 

Derek moves faster until he’s prying open heavy eyes, wincing slightly at the bright lights from overhead. 

He’s lying on a bed, and based on the frightening amount of white colors, he’d say he’s lying in a hospital bed. And, Peter’s there, watching him with arched brows. 

“You trying to die before you graduate?” 

“No,” Derek growls out, voice gravelly, raw. “I got hit.” 

“Yeah, kid. I know. You hit your head really hard against your window, yet you somehow managed to save a mother and a child despite having a bad concussion.” 

“They’re safe?” 

“Yep,” Peter says, popping the p. “You’re the only one who was rushed into a hospital bed.” 

Derek rolls his eyes when Peter gestures around the room. He’s okay to be the only one that landed in the hospital so long as everyone else is okay. “When can I leave?” 

“A few hours, but then I have to lose sleep waking your ass up every hour to make sure you don’t die, or something.” 

“Can I walk tomorrow?” 

“I wouldn’t advise it,” a doctor says, sneaking into the room. “You’ll be out under the sun, you’ll be sore, and you could get very dizzy at times, but I understand that I can’t stop you. It’s your graduation after all.” 

Derek considers blowing it off, but Stiles’ many excited texts in the group chat flick through his pounding mind. He can’t-- it’s too important to Stiles. 

“I’ll be okay.” 

The doctor doesn’t seem happy with that answer, neither does Peter, but both remain in silent acceptance as the doctor starts running through the concussion protocols. 

*****

Outdoor graduations are hell, Derek decides. The sun is so bright, and so brutal, that he had to ignore the rules and go sit in a guest chair in the shade for a few minutes, just long enough to compose himself. 

His head is killing him, and he’s sore all over, but his gown hides his bandaged arm, and his cap just manages to keep the bruising and bandage on his temple hidden. He’ll tell Stiles, of course, but not right now-- not on this big day for everyone, so he’s silently thankful for the stupid outfit that signifies the end of an educational era, especially when he looks up to see Stiles storming toward him, with Scott hot on his heels. 

“Wow, there he is, Scott. There’s my boyfriend. Alive and well---” Stiles stops just short of Derek, noting how pale and shaky his boyfriend is, and he frowns as Scott steps up beside him. 

“I really, genuinely want to be mad at you right now, but you look like shit.” 

Derek shrugs and bites back a wince. “I had a late night.” 

“Doing what?” 

He meets Stiles eyes and brings a hand up to the back of his neck as he contemplates an excuse, but he doesn’t get far in his thought process, thanks to Scott interrupting. 

“Is that a hospital bracelet?” 

Derek freezes, cursing himself for forgetting to remove the damned paper bracelet in his flurry to get home and rest as much as possible before getting ready to graduate. 

“Jesus, Derek.” Stiles drops to a crouch, planting both hands to Derek’s knees. “what happened? Are you okay?” He moves one hand to Derek’s arm, and Derek has to physically work to keep himself from wincing when Stiles’ hand finds the bandages around his arm. 

A sigh from deep within his chest slips out, and he nods slowly. “There was a car accident at an intersection, and I was too close.” 

Stiles’ eyes go impossibly wide, and Scott gasps from behind them. 

“You were in a car accident!?” 

“You shouldn’t be here, Derek.” 

Derek shifts a quick, narrow gaze to Scott before pulling his eyes back to Stiles. “I’m okay. I’ve got a concussion and some cuts and bruises, but I’m okay.” 

“You’re shaking. Derek, you can’t-- come on, let’s just go. We can just have our diplomas mailed to us.” 

“You want to walk,” Derek presses, and Stiles shakes his head. 

“With you, Derek. I want to walk with you-- together. Us. Both of us.” 

“Then we’ll walk.” 

“You can’t!” 

Derek winces at Stiles’ shout, the loud tone piercing his throbbing head, and Stiles mutters a few apologies. 

“I know I pushed you into this, but now I’m pushing you out, okay? What if you pass out on stage or something?” 

“I won’t,” Derek argues flatly, and Stiles cups an impossibly gentle hand to his cheek. 

‘Maybe not, but I don’t want to risk it. I can’t be the boyfriend of the guy who passes out at graduation. We’d have to break up-- I couldn’t handle it,” Stiles says, feigning dramatics in a way that has Scott scoffing behind him. 

“Stiles!” 

Scott smacks Stiles on the head, but Derek cracks a smile and nods. 

“Okay.” 

“Okay?” 

“Okay,” Derek assures. “We can skip, only if you’re sure.” 

Stiles slumps in relief and nods quickly. “I’m positive. I just want to get you out of this heat and into bed. Maybe we can marathon a show or something-- I don’t care. I just want you okay.” 

“Scott,” Stiles starts again, looking over his shoulder. “Can you go tell one of the line leaders or whoever?” 

Scott offers a nod and claps Derek on the shoulder. “Feel better, man.” 

He leaves, and Stiles helps Derek to his feet. He’s steady, but Stiles still wraps an arm around his waist just in case. 

“We can still walk,” Stiles decides as he leads Derek away from the stage and to his jeep. “When our diplomas come in the mail, we can make Scott’s mom dress up and read out our names. Actually, that works great because I need to tan a little-- I’m going to look like a ghost beside you.” 

“Stiles,” Derek mutters, his tone of voice a knowing one, and Stiles breathes out a light laugh. 

“Sorry-- talking too much. I’m just glad you’re okay.” He says as he helps Derek into the jeep despite Derek swatting at his hands. 

“I’m glad too,” Derek says quietly, and Stiles takes off Derek’s cap and tosses it into the back of the jeep to press a breath of a kiss on Derek’s bruised and bandaged temple. 

[lifeofbouyd]

Mr. Davis

Dear Bouyd,

I wasn’t always a sex addict; after all, I started out curious and innocent just like any other girl. Church on Sundays, school till Friday and homework and house chores on Saturdays. For years that was the only life I knew and I never felt like I was missing out on a thing. I was considered a nerd for most my school years and due to that I never had a boyfriend. There were many I’d let fuck me but I guess they saw right through me. My tenth-grade teacher, on the other hand, was the only guy who gave me compliments; made me feel all important and shit. Even on my worst days, he made me feel pretty. He’d say shit like; “you’re glowing today, I like your hair, I wish all my students were like you, I think you’ll be a good wife someday”. Hearing him say that made me feel like nothing was impossible and this helped me to excel in his class. Mr. Davis stood almost seven feet tall with well-built arms and a broad chest. “The mouth dripping man” they called him. You couldn’t help but stare, even if you tried. He received multiple love notes daily from random girls offering heads, pussy and three sums. To be honest I wanted to suck his dick too, but I never had the guts to say so. I guess it’s cause I haven't raised that way; “no dick to yo face” mama would always say. Who was I to go against that? She had already lived her life so I guess she had a valid reason to say that. But still, I wanted to swallow his snake and choke on it like those girls in pornos.

I wanted him to be the one to take my virginity but I couldn’t even ask him for his number. Shit, the task seemed impossible. I noticed he was into the sexier girls in class; he’d watch their ass and bite his lips. His dick was always stretched across his pants like a garden hose which made me imagine how he sprayed most the teachers and the badass bitches in class. His name was written all over the girl's bathroom; the doors, the walls and even the mirror. He was like peas in rice and peas, a key ingredient. I was minding my own business in the bathroom one day when some girls came in. I overheard Rochel yapping about how she went to his house twice and they had great sex. Knowing her I really didn’t doubt it; she was the school’s pussy or the “come to help us” as most the boys called her. She was sexy, pretty and smart but also a badass bitch. I wasn’t the kind to wear makeup or fuss about how my hair looked, but that all changed when Mr. Davis told me I should take pride in my attire as I do in my school work. What a son of a bitch, if I didn’t like him I’d probably slap him across the face. I took it as a compliment though because he said it with a smiling face, and to be honest; I would do anything to make him happy. I went home that weekend and had my mom transform me. New hair do, tighter, shorter clothes and smelling like a Victoria Secret splash mom had bought me months before. Heads turned that Monday morning. For a second they thought it was a new girl. They looked from head to toe then toe to head.

Mr. Davis: Sammy, what happened to you over the weekend?

Me: I put myself together as you asked

Mr. Davis: Wow, I love the look

In an instant, he undressed me with his eyes. I could feel the tension fuming from those bad mind girls, most of these bitches hated me for my brain but now they had my new look to deal with. I got in a fight in the bathroom with an ugly chick over who was prettier 🤦‍♂️. My first fight in years, and I defended myself but still got my ass kicked. If I wasn’t so focused on protecting my face I could have won the fight. I didn’t wanna go home with a swollen face after leaving like a princess. I had aches for day. Mr. Davis and I grew closer over the next few days as I stayed back in extra class each evening. I had no reason to stay back because I was damn good at my work. It was the only way I could get some extra attention; after all, it was free. I was dying to feel his wrath. I thought of all the ways I’d let him fuck me and all the things I’d do to him but I never had the guts to approach. I didn’t even have his number. The only thing I had was his class three times a week, and wild sex thoughts of him in my head. Most the chicks had already got his number and some even got his dick. Given the odds, I realized I was moving too slow. I needed a plan and I needed it quick. He knew I was into him and he knew I loved to read so occasionally he’d suggest a book for me then ask me to summarize for the class.

Mr. Davis: Sammy, I brought one of my personal Favourite’s for you today. Please collect it before you leave.

Now normally, he’d give me the book right there in class but this time was different. He waited until everyone left before digging down his one strapped leather bag 💼.

Mr. Davis: Sammy, you can't afford to get caught reading this book, and if you do get caught you never got the book from me.

He took my bag and slipped it in. You have the next two weeks off for the Easter holiday. Read it and let me know what you think. I didn’t even see the cover when he slipped it in, and I felt way too nervous to take it out and check. Why did he say that, could he be joking or did he want to see if I was a coward? Either way, I had to wait till I got home to find out. Curiosity became my best friend. I guarded my bag as my life depended on it. One sudden movement and I’d pop a cap in a “nigga”. As soon as I got home I opened my bag to view the book. My eyes popped when I saw the image on the cover; a girl in nothing but her bra on. Her womanliness was exposed and the title read, “How to Catch a Man”. I had never been so shocked in my life. No wonder he said what he said. I couldn’t help but laugh as I was so confused by this strange book. I was still a virgin, not even a kiss to my lips. Sigh, it’s not like he’d ever say anything to me like he wanted us to be together or anything, so why this book? I was confused. My body got tingly, butterfly tummy and cold chills. The first story had me hornier than I had ever been in my life. I had to sleep with a pillow between my legs. Jessica’s fantasy was getting fucked in the bathroom of a flying plane. To me, that’s just intense. She explained how she’d suck his dick, then stuff her head in the toilet and have him strike her hard. “I wanna push him off then suck his dick till he cums in my face, droplets down my throat”. That line alone was worth the read. My mind ran wild imagining Mr. Davis driving me and swallowing his babies. I spent my two weeks reading and dreaming. My appetite was supersized with the urge of losing my virginity to Mr. Davis. I had no idea how I’d do it but I sure as hell was not gonna miss the opportunity.

I got myself all dolled up for school the following week. I had planned to blow his mind one way or another if you know what I mean. I stayed back for extra class one evening with intentions of getting his number to pass on my feedback about the book, and probably beg some dick. I waited until I was the last person in the room before I uttered a word to him.

Me: I read the book.

He looked around to see if anyone had heard before answering.

Mr. Davis: What book?

Me: 😳 what is he really asking me, is he senile or something? I didn’t know what to say so I just kept staring at him as if I was lost.

Mr. Davis: 😏 I bet you liked it. If you’re finished I’d like to have it back.

I stood there staring at him wondering if someone had switched the book. He walked over to me slowly and reached for my bag, but I grabbed it.

Mr. Davis: Can I have my book, please?

Me: What book?

Mr. Davis: The book I gave you to read Teo weeks ago, the same book you just said you read. I hope you didn’t misplace it.

Me: What kind of book was it?

Mr. Davis: A sex book.

A smile slid across my as if I was the joker. I handed him the book and he started asking a few questions. Having him that close to me made me drip like a pipe. I kept staring at his lips while he spoke, I wanted to kiss him so badly. I grabbed him by the neck and laid one on him. I had never kissed anyone before, but I had years of practice kissing my hand. I opened my eyes to see him shocked; with a what the fuck just happened kinda face. He was looking at me as if had broken his car windshield or thrown his phone in water.

Mr. Davis: Are you ok, why would you do that?

I felt so ashamed I held my head down and grabbed my bag to walk away. He grabbed me by the shoulder and shouted, “sit down”. My nerves trembled as I’d never heard him with that tone. He closed the door then sat on the desk next to me. I wondered what was about to happen. I felt as if he was gonna give me a good cussing. He stared at me in silence for about a minute. His eyes trembled and he seemed a bit uneasy. To my surprise, he grabbed me by the neck and kissed me. Instantly my body gave in. I was sent afloat to cloud nine and he hadn’t even done anything yet. My eyes remained shut even when he stopped. My legs vibrated and my heart was beating like a drum.

Mr. Davis: I hope I don’t let you do anything you don’t want to do. If you want me to stop just let me know.

What the fuck was he saying? I needed his sick deep inside me, in my mouth and all over my face. I didn’t even answer him I jumped up and rolled his zipper down, trying to take his dick out. He grabbed my ass and ran his tongue in my ears and down my neck. By the time I flipped it out, it was rock hard, pointing up in the air and jumping as if he was cumin. I stroked it slowly with both hands and watched the head flick in and out. I just had to put it in my mouth. I ran my tongue over it like those girls with the banana 🍌 on YouTube before going throat deep. You know that feeling you get when the toothbrush goes too far while brushing your teeth? That’s how I felt as if I was gonna die. He looked at me and smiled; grabbing on my tits. I was wetter than the sea. I kept stroking and sucking till my mouth got tired. He slid my zipper down with his right hand while taking off my clothes with the left. As much as I wanted to fuck him I sure as hell didn’t want to get caught with my clothes off. I laid flat on his table and had him shift my undies instead. He rubbed his dick up and down, passing my tight entrance. “Slippery”, he whispered and smiled. If I hadn’t known better I would have thought I pissed myself. He stuck his tongue in my ears and slapped my pussy with his hard dick. I was dying for him to go balls deep. Kisses on my neck and a wet tongue running all over my cheeks. I exploded from the excitement I was feeling. He slid the head inside my creamy heaven and watched it run to his balls before stroking me sweet and tender. I trembled like a leaf in the wind. Front way, back way, sideway. I was getting dick for days. We fucked until I was numb, but even then I didn’t want to stop until he bust a nut. Out my pussy and in my mouth his dick went. Squeezing his pecks, scratching his balls and grabbing his ass. “Drip, drip, drip” went his kids down my throat.

It tasted like spoiled soursop or maybe it’s because I ate that “sour sour” a little before 😂. We were about to start again when the janitor pushed the door. Nigga turned Bruce Lee, acting like he was doing press ups. 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30. I couldn’t help but laugh although I was mad she interrupted my dick session. I smiled all the way home feeling like I had accomplished a mild stone. I had never gone home that late before and caused more drama than pleasure. I could hardly explain myself to my mom and that earned me several slaps across the face. I went to school the next morning looking like I had a conflict a beehive. Again, I became the class clown. And after giving him such high standard A+ pussy, I thought the nigga would have picked up for me. He acted like he didn’t know me and even made fun of me. I hated him so much, I didn’t even remember he had taken my virginity.

I bumped into him today and god damn, I wanna suck his dick all over again 🙄😔🤦‍♂️. I took his number but I don’t even know what to text and say. Fuck you Bouyd lol, do not judge me and do not post my name 😂. I want to fuck him so bad. “Bun mi man fi Christmas”

Yours truly,

Jade ❣️

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Thinking Out Loud Ch. 4

Chapter 4: Hey Brother

Shelby Bates grew up with the Winchesters. Fighting alongside them and saving the day as needed, she was living the life she loved with the man she loved. Until a dark family secret comes out and she is kidnapped while Dean can only watch helplessly. Dean struggles to live without her- the only person who ever made him feel like he was worth something, until she shows up years later.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x OC(Shelby Bates)

Word Count: 2,970

Rating: M

Masterlist

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Hey brother, there's an endless road to rediscover

Hey sister, know the water's sweet but blood is thicker

Oh, if the sky comes falling down, for you

There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do

-Avicci

"Dean, are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, Sam did leave for a reason." Shelby whispered, trying not to remember the night Sam left. She caught up to Dean as he swiftly moved to the apartment building that his brother resided in. He didn't pause, or hide the annoyance in his voice when he half yelled, half whispered back at her.

"This is our dad Shelby, it doesn't have to be a good idea. He should follow anyway." Shelby rolled her eyes at the man in front of her as he stumbled through the window he had forced open. Shelby followed, although quietly, and more gracefully. She heard Dean snooping around in the kitchen. Keeping to the living room, she looked around silently. A small, almost too-hard-to-hear squeak of the hardwood floor alerted Shelby just in time to duck below the giant fist hurtling towards her.

She smirked as she leaned down and swept her left leg out, successfully sweeping the attacker off their feet. Before they could react, Shelby was straddling them with hands holding their arms down.

"Heya, Sammy." Shelby said with a smile in her voice. A light came on in the living room a second later and another girls voice appeared.

"Umm, Sam... What's going on? Who is this?" Shelby looked up at the blonde girl with a stern looking face standing in the doorway. Sam said nothing. Just stared at the brunette on top of him in disbelief. At that moment, Dean walked in with a beer in his hand. If looks could kill... Shelby saw Dean and jumped up, a small smile on her face. She walked over to the blonde girl and held out her hand.

"I'm Shelby, and this is Dean."

"Jess." The girl grabbed Shelby's hand hesitantly, but firmly. Dean moved over to help Sam off the floor. Sam cleared his throat and moved next to Jess.

"This is uh, Jess. My girlfriend." Shelby smiled brightly and Dean's shoulders relaxed a bit. Sam didn't let his eyes leave Shelby.

"Wait, Dean, as in your brother?" Jess looked at Dean.

"I've heard so much about you. Nice to finally put a face to all the stories." A smile finally formed on Jess' face. Dean stepped closer to Shelby and wrapped a hand around her waist firmly. Sam cleared his throat once again and motioned to Shelby.

"This is-"

"Shelby. Sam, haven't you told Jess about Shelby before?" Shelby looked at Dean weirdly before looking at Sam. She felt the awkwardness of the situation but wasn't sure what to do. She didn't know what Dean was talking about.

"It never came up." Both girls looked at Sam uneasily before Dean spoke.

"Well Jess, as nice as it's been, we need to talk to my brother. Family business." Sam shook his head. There was an awkward, pregnant pause.

"No, you can say whatever you need to in front of Jess." Shelby looked surprised. Has he told Jess about his family? What they do?

"Okay..." Dean started, "Dad's on a hunting trip, and he hasn't been home in a few days."

"Weeks, really. He's missing and we need your help to find him." Shelby finished with a softer tone in her voice. Sam looked at her with a little confusion on his soft features.

"Look, I've got some big things here at school. I can't really take off with you guys at the moment. Why don't you guys call Colt?" Sam finished his sentence looking at Shelby. She slumped out of Dean's grasp and walked over to the window. After a few seconds she turned around, her eyes glassy and red-rimmed. She took a deep breath.

"He's dead."

Silence.

Sam withdrew from Jess and strode over to Shelby, wrapping her up in his huge frame. She violently shrugged out of his grasp and took a few steps back.

"You don't get to comfort me, Sam. You left. You abandoned our family. Plus, I'm over it anyway. Dean, if he doesn't wanna come, we can find someone else." Shelby grabbed Dean's hand and started for the door. She knew Sam would be the one to resist, possibly bringing up her father's death.

Sam had left that night so long ago. Shelby had begged him not to. He had begged her to go with him, to California. Shelby hadn’t talked to anyone for a while after the taxi took her best friend away. She swore she would never forgive him, but seeing him tonight; she wasn’t so sure of herself anymore.

"Wait! Jess, give us a few okay?" Jess nodded and went back into the room where she came from. Sam grabbed a shirt from the back of the couch and shrugged it on. He came closer to Shelby, but Dean slammed a hand over his chest and shook his head before pulling away and following his girlfriend out the door.

-TOL-

The only noise filling the car was Shelby's soft voice singing along to her iPod in the back seat. She hadn't said a word to the brothers since the apartment. She had stormed outside and down to the Impala, opening the back door roughly before jumping in. There she had stayed.

"So, uh, what happened?" Sam asked softly after a few hours. Dean saw his brother glance at his girlfriend behind him. Dean gave Sam an answer, but not the one he wanted.

"Dad caught a lead on the demon that got mom. So he left. That was a few weeks ago. Five days ago was the last time we heard from him. The voice-mail was all garbled. So we're heading to where he last was to see what is going on. If all goes to plan we'll have you back by Monday morning." Dean thought that had ended the conversation. Sam glanced back at Shelby, who seemed to have fallen asleep. He looked at his big brother.

"That's not what I meant Dean. What happened to Colt? How long has it been?" Dean shook his head and answered, much to Sam's disappointment.

"That's not a story for me to tell you. How about you tell me about that Jess girl back there. I see you didn't tell her about Shelby. What's that all about? Still pining for my girl?" Sam looked away from his brother, trying not to eye the rear-view as his eyes moved across the windshield.

"Dean, that's not fair. You're the ones who came looking for my help. I'm giving it to you. So you don't need to ask questions as to why I'm here."

"You should be here for dad." Dean said angrily.

It was quiet until they reached the small town Friday morning.

-TOL-

After talking to the local P.D. the three had no real idea what was going on in this town. Walking down the street Shelby picked out a small diner to eat lunch at. They ended up running into the missing boys girlfriend eating with her friend. Shelby made sure to sit as close to Dean as possible so the young girls backed off. She didn't like how they eyed him when they were waiting for a table.

"So a legend huh?" Sam asked skeptically. The girls looked at each other before they both nodded their heads. Dean thanked them and the three hunters left the diner, their lunch forgotten.

"Sorry, Sam. Shelby gets shotgun." Shelby smirked a bit when Dean held the door open for her. Such the gentleman. She hopped in and changed the radio to a modern country station, turning it up a bit when she recognized the song. Sam looked at Dean incredulously.

"How come she can pick the music?"

"Cause I got your big brother wrapped around my little finger." Shelby answered, blowing a kiss Dean's way. Sam smiled but it didn't reach his eyes.

Later that night, the trio returned to the bridge where the boy disappeared. After watching the brothers going back and forth about their father, Shelby walked in between them, putting a hand on each chest. She was tired. She wanted out of these FBI heels she had been wearing since this morning. And she wanted to shower.

"Boys, we're not finding anything out just jibber-jabberin' about stuff we can't change right now. Let's go get a room and do some research." Both men felt their anger drain when they looked at the slim hunter touching them. They backed off and started heading back to the car. All of a sudden, the headlights blinded them and the engine roared to life. Shelby and Sam looked at Dean. He grabbed the keys out of his jacket pocket and jangled them. Shelby didn't need any coaxing to turn around and book it.

The car sped forward, coming closer with each frenzied step the three took. There weren't many places on the bridge to grab onto off to the side. They were so close to the end of it where they could safely dive to the side. But the possessed Impala was closer. They had no choice. Sam jumped to one side of the bridge, Shelby and Dean to the other.

After driving to the end of the bridge, the car's engine cut out. Sam looked across the bridge and didn't see either of his companions. Running to the edge, he saw Dean pulling himself out of a part of the river that looked like a sewer drainage outlet. Shelby was nowhere to be found.

"Dean! Where's Shelby?" Sam yelled over the water. Dean seemed to realize that Shelby hadn't held onto his arm after they hit the water. He forgot about the sewer junk all over him and dived back into the water. Shelby couldn't swim. She was terrified of water, and he'd let her go! Damn it!

"I'm over here! Dean!" He heard her voice after a few minutes of searching the black water. Sam was the first to get to her. Swimming over to the giant rock she was clinging to, he helped her back to the riverbank and she ran over to Dean, ignoring the horrible stench coming from him.

"I'm sorry baby, I shouldn't have let you go. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, I just want to go to bed. Please." How could Dean say no to those big green eyes?

"I'll drive." Sam offered. Dean didn't say anything, just tossed him the keys. He didn't want to let go of her right now.

-TOL-

After sneaking into their dad’s vacant motel room, Shelby and Dean took a quick shower while Sam looked over his dad's research, trying to ignore the rather loud noises coming from the bathroom. He figured it was the Woman in White. He explained everything he knew to Shelby and Dean when they had emerged from the bathroom. After setting a plan in place, the hunting couple left, deciding they couldn't fight a vengeful spirit on an empty stomach. Sam was left to wait for them in the motel.

Walking out, Shelby nudged Dean a little too harshly in the shoulder. She moved her eyes and nodded her head slightly over to the officers from the bridge yesterday. Dean pulled out his phone and warned Sam before they made it all the way over to the couple.

"Fake outfits, fake badges, fake names. There anything you got that isn't fake?" The officer asked the two.

"My boobs."

"My dick." They both answered at the same time with identical smirks on their faces. The cuffs came shortly after that.

-TOL-

"Nice Sammy, fake gunshots? Anyway, we're on our way. Where are you? We've got dad's journal. This is bigger than I thought." Dean talked through the phone as Shelby looked over John Winchester's journal. Her mind was racing. He never went anywhere without this. This had his whole hunting life in it. What he's fought, and how he's fought it. In the back, she found a few pictures taped crudely to the college lined paper. Some were of her and the boys, but one that struck her the most was the one of John, Mary, Sam, and Dean. Dean was holding his little brother lovingly. Dean was lucky that his dad kept pictures of his family. Colt had burned the few pictures of Shelby and Amelia that he had. Shelby didn’t remember when exactly, probably in one of his drunken rages.

She shut the book and looked up at Dean when his voice became frantic.

"Sam! Sammy, you there?" Dean hung up the phone and threw it on the bed of the new room they got just outside of town.

"Come on. Sam found out what is going on with these people, and if he's right, then he’s in trouble. He gave me the address." Shelby looked at the messy handwriting on the old receipt Dean used to write the information down and grabbed her jacket before following Dean out the door.

"Which mode of transportation would you prefer tonight my lady?" Dean asked with a deep bow, holding his hand out to the parking lot filled with older cars. Shelby smiled and walked over to an old F-150.

"This will do I suppose Jeeves." She replied in an English accent. Dean smirked and picked the locked doors before hopping in and hot-wiring it. This is one of the things she loved about Dean. His sense of humor; even in horrible situations, his sarcasm and lightness did wonders for her. Dean would argue the same about Shelby.

-TOL-

"Sam, I don't understand why she went after you. I mean you have Jess. And you're not the kind of guy that would cheat. But we still got rid of her the way the legend said to. Ugh, God I swear ghosts are so confusing." Shelby ran a delicate hand over her face before getting out of the car and heading towards the motel room. The two had arrived just in time to save Sam. Shelby had somehow overcome her annoyance with him since then. The youngest Winchester was glad for it. He watched her figure walk towards the motel room. Sighing internally. He honestly never thought he would see her again.

"You need to get over her. It's never gonna happen. She's mine Sammy. You have Jess anyway." Sam clenched his jaw a few times before responding to his brother.

"You think I don't know that Dean? I've tried forgetting about her every day since I left! That's why I never told Jess about her! Because talking about her out loud means that I have to come to terms with her not loving me. Not like I want her to. But I am happy. For Shelby, I mean.” His voice softened.

“I just hope that you keep her safe Dean." With that, Sam got out of the Impala and headed to the motel room. He needed to pack for the trip back to his apartment. Dean stayed in the car, Sam and Shelby shouldn't take long to pack up their things and he had everything ready to go earlier that day.

When Sam opened the motel door he was not expecting Shelby to be sitting on her bed facing him. She had a solemn look about her.

"I'm sorry, Sam. I shouldn't have lashed out at you like I did." Sam realized she was talking about her father. He closed the door all the way and moved to sit beside her on the bed. She fidgeted with her hands, kneading them over themselves and popping every knuckle that she could as she tried to form words.

"It's just, I guess I never really forgave you for leaving us like you did. You never even tried to get a hold of me."

"My dad said-"

"Who cares about what your dad says? I'm not talking about your dad! I'm talking about me, and Dean for that matter. We've missed you so much Sammy." He could see the tears forming in her eyes as she kept talking. He wanted so badly to kiss them away.

"It was always us three. The Golden Trio." She said that with a smile in her voice. Sam chuckled at their inside joke. Dean always called them nerds when they said that around him. He never understood Harry Potter.

"I'm sorry Shelby. I just -" Shelby looked up at Sam with red-rimmed eyes.

"I couldn't stand being around you. Watching you look at Dean the way you did. You didn't even notice me."

"Sam I -"

"I love you Shelby. I have for a long time. And I know you don't feel the same for me.” He held up his large, sweaty hands before she could speak.

“I accept that. All I want is for you to be happy. I see Dean makes you happy, you're a better person when you're with him. I love Jess, I do, but... There is a reason I never told her about you.” Sam took in a big breath, waiting for Shelby to respond.

"I'm sorry, Sam." Shelby knew how Sam was feeling. She felt the same about Dean for a while before he acted on his feelings. She didn't really have anything else to say. Sam must have realized this, for he stood up and started to gather his things, throwing them haphazardly into his duffel. When he finished, he headed towards the door. Tan, muscular arms wrapped around him from the back.

"I'll always be here for you Sammy." He smiled.

"Thanks Shelby." Shelby released him and grabbed her own duffel before heading out to the Impala.

-TOL-

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Living in an RV: 12 Top Tips for Beginner RVers on the Road

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Living in an RV: 12 Top Tips for Beginner RVers on the Road

Did you know that there are more than 1 million Americans living in an RV at the moment? Many of these so-called “modern nomads” spend their time traveling across the country and taking in all the sights and sounds that the U.S. has to offer.

There are so many advantages that come with living in an RV. For starters, it helps you avoid a lot of the usual work that goes into maintaining a home. It also provides you with more freedom than you ever could have imagined and makes your entire life feel like one big adventure.

If you’re thinking about buying an RV and living in it full-time, there are some things you’ll need to know before you do it. Here are 12 tips that’ll help beginner RVers when they hit the highway for the first time.

1. Get to Know Your RV Inside and Out

Before you start living in an RV, it’s important for you to get to know everything that you can about it. There are so many different components that make up an RV that you’ll need to familiarize yourself with.

If you buy a new RV, it’ll often come with a bunch of manuals that you can read through prior to moving into your RV. You can learn what kind of oil your RV needs, how to put your RV’s awning up and down, and the ins and outs of emptying your RV’s gray water and black water holding tanks.

If you buy a used RV, it might not come with all the original manuals. But you can likely track them down online and put them to good use. They’ll make you feel more comfortable once you get behind the wheel of your RV for your maiden voyage.

2. Fill It With the Necessary Gear

Once you’ve learned all there is to know about your RV, you can start stocking it with the necessary gear. This gear should include all the essentials that you’ll need to maintain your RV and live comfortably.

Some of these essentials include:

Leveling blocks

Wheel chocks

Water hoses

Water filter

Cleaning solution for black water holding tank

RV toilet paper

First-aid kit

You should also think about investing in power generators for your RV. While you’ll be able to connect your RV to electricity at many campsites, you’ll need generators when power isn’t accessible.

3. Avoid Packing Too Many Personal Items

Your RV is not going to be able to fit everything that you have in your home right now. There won’t be anywhere for you to move if you attempt to jampack it with all your personal items.

Therefore, you should either throw almost all of your personal items into storage back home before living in an RV or, better yet, get rid of as many personal items as you can prior to starting your travels.

Hold a yard sale or post some of your possessions on online marketplaces. It’ll give you more space in your RV and provide you with some extra cash that you can spend on your first RV trip.

4. Make Sure Everything Has Its Own Place

While you shouldn’t bring too many personal items on board your RV, you will obviously want to bring some stuff along with you. Just make sure that everything you bring has its own place on your RV.

Once your RV gets out on the road, you’re going to find that things are going to start falling all over the place if they’re not secured. You can place things in drawers, closets, and other storage areas on your RV to prevent them from bouncing around and either breaking or injuring someone.

5. Clean Your RV on a Regular Basis

One of the best parts about living in an RV is that it cuts way down on the amount of time you’ll need to spend every week cleaning. You won’t have to worry about mopping your kitchen floor, washing every window in your house, or vacuuming a bunch of carpets when you’re an RVer.

But that doesn’t mean you should forget about cleaning completely! Since you’re going to be spending a ton of time in your RV, it’s going to get messy. Your job is to clean it up once a week or so in order to make it more livable.

6. Rely on Checklists to Stay Organized

Before you pull out of one campsite and head to the next in your RV, there are going to be a bunch of questions swirling around inside your head. Some of these questions will be:

“Did I remember to put the RV’s awning down?”

“Did I bring the portable grill in from outside and secure it safely?”

“Are all my lines and hoses disconnected and put away?”

It’s going to be easy to forget to do some things if you’re not organized. So get organized by relying on checklists throughout the course of your travels. They’ll prevent you from forgetting anything.

7. Plan Ahead Before Taking Trips

Most large RVs have fuel tanks that are capable of holding somewhere between 100 and 150 gallons of fuel. They can hold enough gas to take you up to 1,500 miles in some cases.

But that doesn’t mean you should waste a single gallon of gas during a trip. If you get into the habit of burning through more gas than you should, it can cost you a lot of money in the long run.

Rather than running the risk of running up your gas bill, plan out each and every trip that you take and find the best ways to get from point A to point B. Invest in a reliable GPS system as well so that you don’t ever get completely lost and waste a bunch of gas in the process.

8. Share Driving Responsibilities With Others

With the exception of those who are under the legal driving age, everyone who is traveling in your RV should know how to drive it and be prepared to pitch in as far as driving is concerned.

Whether you’re traveling with just you and your spouse or bringing the whole family along, those who can drive should drive. It’ll help everyone avoid the fatigue that accompanies driving an RV for long hours at a time.

9. Prepare for the Unexpected

No matter how many preparations you make for an RV trip, there will be things that’ll happen and knock you off course. You’ll blow a tire, crack your windshield, or get stuck in severe weather.

It’s always a good idea to prepare for the unexpected so that you’re not caught off guard by it. Pack a spare tire, learn how to repair a windshield on your own, and keep an eye on the forecast so you can steer clear of bad weather conditions.

10. Be Open to Being Flexible

One of the most amazing parts about living in an RV is that you don’t have to go anywhere if you don’t want to. If you’re having the time of your life in a city that you only expected to spend a single weekend in, you’re more than welcome to stick around for a few extra days.

While it’s good to have some tentative plans in place to avoid wasting fuel, it’s also good to show some flexibility. That’s when you’ll make some of the best memories.

11. Maintain Your RV Over Time

It doesn’t matter if you’re going to be driving your RV up and down the East Coast while you’re living in it or setting out to drive across the country. You’re going to put your RV through hell at times when you’re driving it.

With this in mind, you should seek to maintain your vehicle on a set schedule so that it doesn’t ever break down on you. This includes performing oil changes, checking fluid levels, and adding air to your tires when they get low.

These small maintenance steps will go a long way towards keeping your RV up and running.

12. Make the Most of Every Single Second

Not everyone gets the opportunity to try living in an RV. So if you’re given the chance to do it, savor every second of it.

Take lots of photos as you travel to different parts of the country, and consider documenting your journey in a journal. You might even be able to jumpstart a new career (and keep your RV travels going for longer!) by launching a successful blog about what it’s like to spend all your days and nights on an RV.

Start Enjoying Life More by Living in an RV

Living in an RV is an experience like no other. You’ll get to see a side of the world that you don’t get to see when you’re living in a house.

Whether you live in an RV for a year, five years, or longer than that, it’s a time in your life that you’ll remember forever. Use the tips listed here to make the most of it.

Read our blog to learn about how camping in an RV can be beneficial to your health.