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𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄, 𝐞. 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬

— the holidays are meant to be festive, free of heartache and solemnity, but odds are forever not in your favor as you spend the holidays with your best friend alongside her sister, that broke your heart.

[rockstar!ellie au, best friend’s sister!ellie, kinda mean!ellie (for a few parts of the story)]

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warnings: reader is afab, not proofread, mature language, mentions of substance abuse (drugs), ellies a dick in this chapter srry guys, WHOLE LOTTA ANGST. smut & fluff in later chapters. POC FRIENDLY !!

this chapters kinda long because it’s still introducing the reader & ellie’s relationship dynamic so bare with me pls pls pls

upon arriving in texas, a wave of nostalgia washes over you as you peered over the horizons of the buzzing city streets.

the traffic was still— as long as you could remember— terrible. pedestrians raided the roads as if they had enough lives for the people on it and tenfold. you can recount the amount of days you'd be late for school because your brother, simon, took obnoxiously long in the bathroom. you could almost still smell his putrid sauvage cologne from here. the strong scent filling your senses— your head spun nauseatingly so.

you grapple with the map in your hand, flipping it every which way trying to give yourself a sense of reassurance as you and sarah navigated through the intersections. you loved your best friend but you couldn't sugarcoat the fact that her love for detours affected her driving skills poorly.

she'd listen to her gps for the first few hours and eventually get fed up with the alterations that emitted from the older device, completely tossing the given routes out of the window and using her intuition as a sense of direction instead.

"jesus, has texas always been this confusing?" the blonde exasperated, a heavy hand coming down to the steering wheel as a blare emitted from the vehicle.

you shoot her a glare that goes unnoticed and the car jerks as she overpasses the poor old lady in front of her.

"does it hurt you to have any patience?" you groan out. you slump in your seat and throw your head back against the headrest tiredly.

"patience never did anyone any good before." she declares sheepishly, a playful smile spreading across her pretty face.

your head lolls to the side to face the side of her head and you give her a playful eye roll.

"i swear to God, if we ever get caught in a drive by, i'd never let you live it down. even in hell."

she laughs a throaty laugh. sarah grabs your hand giving it a squeeze and shake, her demeanor excited.

"come on! don't be so grim. aren't you excited to be going back home? i mean it's been years." she switches to another lane, eyes trained on the rear view. "my dad is super excited to have you back. he said you're welcome as long as you need to be."

"that's only because we never gave him a choice before." you prompt. the two of you giggle.

"you know what i mean. i'm so hungry— maybe we can hit up mel's diner when we get there. i'd kill for their cheeseburgers right now."

you glance at the gps. "2 1/2 hours left" before y'all were to reach your destination. you groan, pulling your hat down to shield your face away from the blaring sun beaming down on your skin.

you'd be lying if you said that you had gotten any shut eye the night before. too plagued with overthinking, the dead of the night was filled with the sound of tossing and turning as you fought against yourself at an amateur attempt to soothe your own nerves.

trepidation dripped down your soul. you weren't sure how finally seeing ellie again for the first time would enfold. you had a plan to simply just avoid her but you knew you probably weren't going to keep up with that very long.

ellie was persistent and if she had any plan to resolve things, it wouldn't go unnoticed by a long shot. no matter how hard you tried to steer clear of it.

sarah knew about the reason why the two of you broke up. she was sympathetic enough to take your feelings about seeing her sister again after 2 and half dreadful years.

she witnessed first hand the aftermath of what ellie did to you. a brutal 9 nine months of you trying to build yourself high enough on a pedestal to be able to move on completely. she listened to you every step of the way, her ears open and her arms empathetic with every tear shed.

it was even worse when the media coverage began getting ahold of their band. 7 months after you and ellie had stopped talking completely due to your nasty breakup, her band rose to stardom and you could still remember how much dread washed over you to hear the sound of her playing on the radio for the first time.

you avoided her, in every way you could. if that meant no music for months until the hype of her album died down even just a little bit, then so be it.

but the limelight wasn't always as glamorous. you alongside of her family, despite not having heard from her in years, knew about how she'd been living because once the tabloids got a hold of her, the only thing plaguing the media coverage was about ellie.

who she was spotted with, newly sparked dating rumors as she was seen with a different girl nearly every month, and even the downfall of her newly acquired fame.

in pure janis joplin fashion, the height of her success came crashing down as people started suspecting ellie to be abusing drugs. it started when people began to notice how blasted she was in a few interviews. her nodding off didn't go unnoticed by a long shot.

in the spotlight, instances like this weren't uncommon.

you watch a talented person rise to the top, their talent evident as day as they showed it off to the word come plummeting down in a wave of wasted potential due to drugs and or alcohol. it was tragic and despite being as angry as you were with her, seeing the girl you grew up with live the way she was, created a moggy feeling in your chest.

eventually, the band made an announcement that their tour would've had to gone on a break due to "complications" but you and everyone else knew it was because ellie was in rehab.

as soon as she was discharged, the ongoing scarcity of contact between her and her family came to a brusque halt when joel offered for his daughter to come back home, at least until she was ready enough to face her new life again.

so when you found out that she'd be spending christmas with y'all, there was no doubt in your mind you'd have to brace yourself for whatever outcome would emerge from it.

"i'm gonna try and get some sleep. we still have a long way to go."

sarah boos at your resignation, exclaiming a few declarations about how you're leaving her to die of boredom. "you suck!"

you don't respond, simply smiling and turning your head as you're inevitably wisked away into a state of slumber.

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a somber tune draws out a melancholic melody on your record player, filling the corners of your cavernous room. the night breathes life through a soft breeze that grazes past your curtains. yet, as the sun sets and the cicadas begin to shriek, no amount of words in the english language can drown out the bitterness that sits in the pit of your chest.

no amount of rephrasing could rewrite the sorrow that consumes you whole, in this moment or the next.

you sit with the grief as your gaze lingers on the girl in front of you. ellie sits on the edge of your bed. she's faced away from you, as always, as she stares ahead at the neon lights that seep through the crevices of your room.

clouds of smoke forms around her figure with practiced cinematic effort and your eyes take her in with taut admiration.

you usually dread when the room grows quiet like this. the silence is blinding and tension is permeated in your walls. it leaves you high and dry and guts you with cynicism.

you wait for the moment for her to slip back into bed with you but it never comes. the thought of not being the placeholder of such intimacy rings in your ears like a bad case of tinnitus.

at least not this time around.

you sit up crawling towards her in desperate attempt to get her to look at you. you wrap your arms around her neck, resting your chin on her bare shoulder. empty viridescent eyes scan your face yet you can't seem to deconstruct any love tucked away behind them.

you knew deep down that what once existed fondly between the two of you was stripped away, little to nothing— a scarce void of recognition.

“what’s going on?” you hum out lovingly, as you press a prolonged kiss to her shoulder. “been quiet all night.”

the auburn headed girl heaved out a sigh as she dropped her head in her hands. she braced herself to face you, taking your wrists in her callused palms as she brought your hands to her mouth, pecking the backs tenderly.

“i.. i think we should talk.” she finally vocalizes. the words shoot fear down your spine, goosebumps arising were her lips once resided.

“about what?”

she gives you a look as she turns her body to face you, straightening her back a little bit more. “so you know how i’ve been getting to practice with the band lately? because their guitarist ended up quitting?”

you watched her for a moment skeptically before nodding.

her words are caught in her throat momentarily as she looks down once more. “well, cat and them asked me to join their band.” a glimmer of gleam passes across her face as she breathes out a breath she was holding.

you furrow your brows, a smile breaking onto your face. “that’s great! i’m so happy for you!” you exclaim, grabbing her chin in between your finger to press a proud kiss onto her cheek.

you knew how long ellie had wanted to be apart of something like this. after years of supporting her, you were filled to the brim with joy that she was finally reaching a steppingstone to where she wanted to be in life.

yet, you could tell something was still bothering her as she tensed up in your embrace. “well, they offered me to join but..”

“but..” you trail, eyes still held with hope.

“cat said she knew someone in los angeles that knew someone that could get us signed to a record label. the only downside is we’d have to move over there.”

your face fell as her words fell on sensitive ears.

“move?” you let out a nervous chuckle. “but.. los angeles is across the country.”

capturing her bottom lip in between her teeth, you watch as she gnaws down on it regrettably.

of course, you were elated for her. over the moon.

hell, you would’ve done anything for ellie to make this happen for her, one way or another. but hearing the catch of finally being able to pursue her dreams had you feeling selfishly opposed to the idea.

surely, she wouldn’t have made such a rash decision without taking it up with you first. ya’ll had so many plans that were already set in stone. all you wanted was at least a heads up if they were going to be altered to accustom to ellie’s new schedule pertaining to her band.

“so, what did you say?” your tone faltering from ecstatic to one that could’ve fell on deaf ears if not attentive enough.

“i said yes. i agreed that i’d go with them.” her word vomit rushes out like a fountain and your hands drop from her face as you turn away from her in shock. she grabs your smaller face in her hands, as she tips her head down to meet your avoidant gaze. you shut your eyes, muttering out a “shit” as you felt the pathetic rush of tears burn at the back of your eyelids.

“baby, i couldn’t pass this up. this is my chance to finally get out of this town. i’ve wanted this for so long.” she pleads, dropping down to her knees in front of you.

“why didn’t you wait to at least talk to me about it, ellie? three months ago, we were just planning on moving in together! and what? now you’re just about to dismiss any say that i had in this?”

she lets out an exasperated sigh of defeat as she bargains with her response.

“this is about my future! this is something i’ve wanted for years!” she encompasses her bottom lip back in between her teeth, scavenging her scattered brain to make this situation better.

“you can come with me! didn’t you always tell me you’d follow me anywhere?”

you scoff, shaking your head. “i can’t just pack up my things and run away to los angeles like this with you. it’s expensive there and with the money we have saved up, we wouldn’t last a year in a place like that with just the two of us. we’d need more time.”

don’t cry. don’t cry. you think to yourself as you feel the waterworks begin to churn.

“we could figure it out! cat mentioned a bunch of-”

you scoff at the mention of the girl’s name as you stood up from your place on the bed, walking over towards your window as you dug your fingers through your unkempt hair.

“i can’t believe you made a decision about this with cat before you even mentioned it to me. i should’ve known it was deeper than that.”

ellie stops in her tracks, an expression of hurt painted across her face at the idea of you believing she had concealed intentions between her and cat. but could you really blame yourself ? it would’ve been hard on any girl to see that her significant other’s time was consumed by another girl. especially with the considerable amount of times they spent alone together.

you would’ve been a fool to not suspect anything at all but your love for ellie ran too deep; you didn’t think you could handle it if you lost her to another girl. so you kept quiet, giving her the benefit of the doubt and begged venus herself for the girl to not prove you right.

“it was never deeper than anything.” her tone was stilled as she stared at you with accusatory.

“can you blame me ellie? i mean seriously. you’ve been alone with her more in these past few months than you’ve even talked to me! some days, i don’t even hear from you at all because you’re with her!” your voice goes up an octave as tears begin to spill from your eyes.

“it’s because of—”

“what? the band?” you cut her off, not wanting to hear her myriad of excuses. “i see the way you look at her. you look at her like she’s the only thing you see.” you brush past her to grab your shirt, pulling it over your head hastily.

“the lingering looks, the canceled plans, the way you never tell her to stop fucking holding onto your arms the way she fucking does!” bitterness begins to overpower the solemnity paying homage to the pit of your heaving chest as you jostle her scroll of excuses back to her.

“i mean, god, ellie. has it ever occurred to you that you still have obligations to set boundaries in this relationship?” your tone is constraint from going back to normal.

“are you fucking serious?” she snaps, the pitch of her voice blending with yours in a chaotic cacophony. “i’m trying to tell you about how big of a deal this band is to me, trying to make up solutions, and you’re accusing me of leaving for fucking cat?”

“i mean it was her idea, wasn’t it?” you countered. you were at your breaking point with ellie. you felt like nothing you said would ever change her perspective so you gave up.

you no longer wanted to fight for someone that couldn’t care to think twice about how their actions inflicted hurt on you.

maybe this wasn’t about her leaving anymore. instead, as the conversation became more clear, the realization settled when you realized you were losing her.

“i’m not doing this with you.” you watch as ellie gathered her things in fit of rage, throwing on her flannel and slipping her feet back into her converses as grabbed her bag, ready to walk out.

a feeling of dread quickly dissipates all of the fury you momentarily had as you rush towards her, wanting to resolve this before the two of you went to bed upset.

“ellie. come on, please.” you grab her face, pleading with eager eyes for her to not leave when things began to get bad.

you knew your girlfriend was stubborn. often alternating between fight or flight when reality began to corner her. but you knew, this time was different. no matter what the two of you chose to do, it would change the trajectory of your lives together.

she avoids your eyes and you feel the warmth cascade down your face heavily. “don’t walk out on me. please. not like this.”

she finally looks at you and it’s hard to read her.

“i need to do this for me. not for anyone else. i’m not going to wait for you to change your mind if some ulterior motive you think i have will always be in the backside of your mind.” she asserted, planted in her obstinance.

“if you leave now, i’m not gonna wait for you to come back.”

her eyes scanned your own down to your lips back to your eyes before grabbing your wrists to pull your hands away from her.

“that’s up to you.” was the last thing she said as she turned to walk out of your empty house. the moment you heard the door slam shut, you dropped to your knees as the tears began to pour.

if there was one thing ellie was good at, it was keeping her word. ever since the the two of you were puny little teenagers, she still managed to keep ahold of all of her promises, even the smallest most frivolous ones.

it was something you loved about her because it showed her resilience and firmness. her ability to stand her ground. but as you sit with your hot head in your hands against the comfort of your bed that still smelled like her, you wished so desperately that the one quality you admired so much, wasn’t something she attained.

you knew there was no use in trying to change her mind or waiting for her to. she was set in her ways and held no exemptions, not even for you.

it was a thick pill to swallow but you knew, the moment she walked out that door, it was over.

the next few days were filled with no contact. your phone was sparse of any calls or messages except for one from your mother asking you to defrost the chicken or the occasional check up from your friends when they learned about what happened.

your room was a ghost town. her presence haunting you as a constant reminder in every corner. you couldn’t run away from her even if you wanted to.

you wished you were stronger in your ways. it would’ve saved you your dignity if you were prideful but you simply couldn’t bring yourself to be. you were the worst at staying mad— just wanting to fix things with your girl.

you even racked up some ideas about how ya’ll could make this arrangement work in a heap of desperation.

so when you rendered yourself enough courage to face the situation at hand, you made your way over to her house. you were hopeful that she wasn’t completely set in throwing it all away.

but when you reached her front door, all you were met with was a note that joel gave you that was left to him by ellie. his eye bags were deep showcasing his worry and lack of sleep and you saw a few more grey tendrils in his salt and pepper hair.

ellie had left a few mornings after the fight between the two of you. she left no trace of her behind to be gotten ahold of and you, joel, or sarah hadn’t heard from her since.

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[moonknightly]

so scarlet, it was

marc spector x reader, mentions of steven grant x reader and jake lockley x reader

word count: 2.8k

warnings: smut smut smut, p in v sex, dirty talk, light choking, light degradation, light exhibitionism.

You’ll be the first to admit it — Christmas Eve in New York really does hold a special kind of magic. It’s cliche, it’s something that the protagonist in every Hallmark Christmas movie to ever exist has to say at least once but it’s true. The city in December makes you feel like a kid again in the middle of bustling concrete and 9 to 5 routines.

The frigid air, the twinkling lights hanging from every building and the festive decorations lining the sidewalk in front of your favorite shops and cafes. The music, the smell of fresh baked cookies or cinnamon rolls or hot cocoa at midnight because you have to have something sweet before bed.

The snow. It’s Christmas Eve and it’s snowing and you’re standing in your kitchen with your warmest slippers and your boyfriend’s hoodie covering your body and it’s perfect. You’ve just pulled your cookies out of the oven and didn’t even flinch when you burned your tongue on a melted chocolate chip. The radio is turned down low but you can still clearly hear your favorite Christmas songs move through the speakers. Your apartment is warm, the pot you’d used to make a homemade soup still soaking in the sink. You can hear Marc moving behind you, the sound of glass clinking but you don’t turn to see what he’s up to — you can tell he’s grabbed a couple of wine glasses and you make a bet with yourself on which red he’s going to choose.

And your guess is right. Marc picks a sweet red wine that he can only find in the midwest. It reminds him of Chicago, of his childhood but it doesn't bring the same wave of nausea as slamming doors and leather belts.

He’d stolen a bottle from his parents the day he turned 18. His plan had been to drink it by himself whenever he found a cheap motel room or an overpass for the night but he’d never popped the screw top. He’d held onto it for years, moved it from storage unit to storage unit until he found himself living in a fifth floor walk up in Brooklyn and met a girl and finally had a reason to drink it. You never lived with him in that apartment, but you were always over, always waking up in his bed or on his floor and he bites back a smile because the only reason you were on the floor in the first place was because of this stupid wine.

Now, you share an apartment on the Upper East Side and you’re still the only person he’ll drink it with. And for some reason, each time he shares a bottle with you, it makes him hate Chicago a little bit less.

You take the wine when he offers it to you, clinking your glass with his in a silent toast, neither of you noticing the small drop that slips out of his glass and lands on your hoodie, neither of you caring when it stains the material a deep burgundy that you won’t even attempt to get out once you finally wash the damn thing.

Marc watches you over the rim of his glass as he takes a sip, devastatingly beautiful brown eyes locked on yours. They’re sparkling in the low kitchen light, the home you had made for yourselves fading out until the only thing that remains is him him him. The smell of your cleaning supplies is replaced with his aftershave and you can’t hear the music anymore when you focus on the sound of his breathing and somehow, the scene is even more perfect than before.

He smiles a little bit and his eyes crinkle in the corners. You just watch him as you lower your glass, watch as he tilts his head towards the window in your kitchen and his smile slowly turns into a devious smirk.

“Get some real shoes on.”

He doesn’t need to ask twice. You rush to the entryway and trade your slippers for your socks and boots, and you steal a pair of Steven’s sweatpants off the dryer. You don’t worry about a heavy jacket or gloves or a scarf, but you do grab a hat to keep your ears warm. The blanket that Marc grabs will suffice in making sure you don’t freeze, and while you don’t appreciate his body heat on a warm summer night you’re more than grateful for it as you step out onto the chilly fire escape.

You set your wine and cookies down while Marc clears away some snow and puts the first blanket down, the material waterproof and thick so you won’t get wet. He gets himself situated first, then motions for you to sit between his legs with your back pressed to his chest. He takes the other blanket and wraps it securely around your bodies, trapping the warmth in underneath.

“You know this might work better if we were naked,” he teases, the smirk evident in his tone as you reach behind you to lightly smack his cheek. He only laughs. “What!? I’m serious. It’s like, a scientific fact or some shit that sharing body heat is more effective when you don’t have clothes on.”

“I’m sure our neighbors would love getting to watch me strip on our fire escape.”

“Exactly,” Mark deadpans, his lips tickling the back of your ear, causing blood to rush to your cheeks, the sensation more of a burn than just a generic heat. “Who wouldn’t enjoy that?”

You roll your eyes and ignore him, and he chuckles even though he can’t see your face — he just knows you well enough to know you’re probably feigning exasperation or annoyance. And even though he doesn’t encourage it any further, he still pushes your, his hoodie up your stomach a few inches so he can rest his palm against your skin. It feels nice, warm and safe and familiar and your lips twitch into a small smile again.

The silence is comfortable, it always is. You can sit with Marc or Steven or even Jake for hours and never say a word and it never gets weird, never gets old. Your boys are your home and you live for moments like this where you’re able to just exist alongside one of them. These quiet moments make the chaos worth it, though you’d always find them worth it regardless.

You eat your cookies and sip on your wine together as you watch the snow turn your surroundings white. You think about how you’ll wake up in the morning to pancakes and cocoa and soft kisses, and how no matter who is fronting they’ll most definitely coax you back into bed for a few hours before you finally get up and sit around your Christmas tree. You’ll open presents together for the third year in a row, growing more and more comfortable with the way the boys spoil you on Christmas with each passing year.

You think about how you’ve created your own little family for yourself, and how you can’t wait for the next Christmas, and for the one after that, and for the first one you’ll celebrate where you share Marc’s last name.

You’re so lost in your own little daydream, it takes you a moment to realize that Marc’s fingers are trailing further and further down your stomach, hovering right over the waistband of Steven’s sweats. His touch burns, it always does in such an inviting way and it makes you squirm and shiver against his body. His warm breath is still tickling your skin.

Marc continues to stay quiet as he pushes his hand into your panties, his movements almost rushed, like he’ll implode if he doesn’t touch you immediately. He lowers his head, allows himself to bury his face into your neck so he can kiss and lick and bite at your skin while his fingers trace light circles against your clit.

You don’t make a sound, you don’t even moan. You don’t make a show of it or cry out for more. You just relax against his chest and let him work your body as he pleases. You let him do exactly what he wants how he wants.

You turn your head just enough to press your nose into his hair and inhale softly, his smell intoxicating and enticing and oh so Marc. It only adds to the pleasure rolling through your veins because it’s just so entirely him, your man.

“That feel good?” he purrs, keeping his pace the same, the pressure behind his touch the same.

You nod breathlessly and finally let a moan slip past your lips. Marc purrs again and you can feel his cock growing beneath his sweats when he rolls his hips once, twice. He’s growing needier and needier but he still doesn’t switch up the way he’s working your body, still doesn’t do anything to give himself any sort of stimulation.

You’re the one to pull away from his pleasure and turn in his lap, the first one to break and need more more more.

Marc’s hands move with you until they settle on your ass, holding you up, holding you to him. He lets his own moan slip into your mouth as his lips find yours and he immediately feels intoxicated, drunk off your kiss — another cliche but another one that proves to be true time and time again. He always feels this way when he’s kissing you.

His lips trail from yours down your jaw and to your neck. He bites gently, letting his tongue soothe your hot skin before he pulls your hoodie to the side and bites harder, a red mark that will surely bruise against your collarbone.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers against you after he pulls away, one of his hands moving to brush your hair out of your face, cup your cheek, thumb brushing along your skin.

“Says you,” you mumble, leaning into his touch, craving more. “With those stupid brown eyes.”

Marc snorts. He rolls his eyes and kisses you again before you can say anything else. He kisses you and kisses you and kisses you and you let your hands wander down between your bodies, down until you can easily palm his cock beneath his sweats. He moans again, and he has to break the kiss so he can try to catch his breath but pulling enough air into his lungs proves harder than it might seem. He’s so overwhelmed already and you haven’t even touched him, not really. Not skin on skin.

“I thought you didn’t want to give the neighbors a show,” he grunts, eyes fluttering shut when you slip your hand into his boxers and wrap your fingers around his length.

You start off slow. You want to drag it out, want to make him desperate to be inside of you and it doesn’t take long, it’s not hard at all. He’s always desperate for you, always eager to have you any way that you’ll let him.

“Don’t drop the blanket,” you hum simply, shrugging your shoulders.

You keep stroking him, keep watching him, keep waiting to hear him beg but he’s holding his composure. He wants you to be the one to break first again.

And you do. Somehow you always do.

You pull his dick out of his sweats and push down your own, letting them tangle in the blanket — you’d worry about how you were going to get them back on later.

“Put me in baby,” Marc mumbles, voice almost lazy, eyes only half-slits as he watches your face.

He’s already so far gone as he focuses on the way your jaw drops when you take the first inch, and how your eyes slowly close then squeeze tightly shut when you take the second and third. Your nails dig into his shoulders when you take the fourth and fifth, and your grip only tightens as you take the rest of him until you’re fully seated on his cock. The wind is knocked out of him when you don’t give yourself or him a chance to adjust.

You roll your hips a few times before raising them, hovering over him for a second or two before you slip back down onto his length, over and over again. You throw your head back and moan once you find a rhythm that works for you both, not having to try very hard to do so because you’ve been with Marc so many times, you know his body and what he likes almost as much as you know yourself.

“Look at you,” Marc hums, a moan catching in his throat to accompany yours. “Fucking this cock like a trained fucking whore, huh? Like you were fucking made to stretch yourself out on it, to just fucking take it.”

His words only encourage you, only make you work harder so you might hear more. You’ll take his words, his moans and groans, anything. You just need more.

“Keep going.”

“Yeah?” He slides his hands up and down your sides, wishing he could watch your tits bounce in his face but he doesn’t have the patience to try and work your hoodie off under the blanket. “You like how it feels inside of you, don’t you? So thick and hard, yeah baby? And you do that to me. You fucking get me like this, so fucking wrecked for you.”

Marc isn’t even one hundred percent sure of what he’s saying anymore. He’s just going on and on, spewing filth left and right but if you didn’t know any better you would say he rehearsed it. It was just too fucking good.

“Fuck I can’t wait to keep you in bed tomorrow.” He reaches up, lets his hand close around your neck, his eyes locked on your face even when your own are still screwed shut. “And you’ll let me, won’t you? That’s all I want for Christmas, yeah. Fuck I want to keep you in bed and fuck you into the mattress until you can’t remember your name. I want to throw you over the edge of the mattress and shove my cock everywhere you’ll let me.”

The images that start floating through your head make your pussy clench — you on your back with Marc’s cock down your throat, you with your ass up in the air while he works your tight little hole enough to take him. You want him in your mouth, your ass, your pussy, everywhere. Gods, he’s unreal.

“Yeah, you like that baby?” he chuckles, the sound dissolving into a moan when you clench around him again. His hands fly back to your hips and he grips them tightly between his fingers. You’re fucking yourself harder, faster, chasing your own high while trying to push him into his. Again, like everything between the two of you, it’s not hard.

Marc keeps mumbling absolute filth to you but soon enough you can’t understand a word he’s saying — it’s so jumbled, so broken apart with moans and whimpers and it’s all you need to fall over the edge. You cum hard, squeezing Marc’s cock tightly, and his orgasm is enough to keep you floating when you feel him spill himself inside of you, hear him moan your name over and over again like a sacred prayer.

Coming down is the hard part. Marc doesn’t want to let you. Even when his dick is so fucking sensitive that feeling you squirm on top of him fucking hurts, he doesn’t want to let you. He’s thrusting up into your cunt, rubbing your clit, keeping you suspended in midair until it really is too much and he has to stop, face twisted in pain that is so worth it.

“There we fucking go,” he coos while he watches you float back to earth. He holds you tightly, lets you collapse against his chest and once again, he pulls the blanket tight to keep the cold air out. “That’s it baby, there we go.”

You hardly hear him. The drumming in your ears is so loud. You think maybe you black out because next thing you know you’re back inside, laying on the couch in front of the Christmas tree you and Steven decorated before Thanksgiving was even over, wrapped in Marc’s arms with a second glass of wine in your hand.

The maroon liquid sloshes in your glass as you sip on it and allow the alcohol to warm your cheeks, that holiday magic still so papabile and you silently ask yourself if it’s just the “Christmas in New York” air or if it’s coming from the man you love.

[oddman-the-oldman]

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Some fear of the snow

I fear the ice.

.

You learn to read the signs

Along hard freeze

And Bare Ground

A warm front full

Of rain

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You learn to read the signs

A car festively parking

In the grass beside the freeway

An overpass

Under the curve ahead

Gently slowing down

As the cars passing me

Begin to pirouette

As I strolled away

No sudden moves driving

Not too fast

Not too slow

I have hills to cross

Before I'm home

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Some people just don't read I guess.

And the rain has returned.

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[hellfirenacht]

Can’t Be Unseen Chapter 7

Sal Fisher x Reader

First Chapter

Previous Chapter

AO3

Notes: We continue

The distant sound of cars echoed from under the overpass. It was dark, and snow glittered off the side of the road under the moonlight as you, Sal, Larry, and Ashley trudged your way through. The party that Ashley’s parents had been hosting had long since been abandoned in everyone’s plans, as it was made clear that the party was more for the parents than you all. Not that it mattered, the second someone suggested you ditch and celebrate somewhere else everyone had packed up the snacks, snuck a few bottles of wine, and bundled up to make the way down to anywhere else.

The overpass a few blocks down the road seemed like a good place to set up camp. You had just returned a few hours earlier, barely having the time to set your stuff down before hopping in the van with Sal and Larry to head off to Ashley’s parents house. You were tired, damn near exhausted after not having slept very well the previous night, but you wanted to see your friends.

And they had wanted to see you as well. Sal and Larry damn near tackled you to the ground with hugs when you stepped off the elevator into the basement of the apartments. They had been waiting for you all day, so worried you weren’t going to make it with all of the snow that had fallen over the past two weeks.

“It wasn’t the same here for Christmas without you.” Sal had said.

“We tried to watch some cheesy B-movies that had to do with the holidays, but without your zingers it didn’t feel right.” Larry had added. “We still ripped the movie to shreds, but it wasn’t as fun without you.”

Your heart melted at the comments from your two best friends. After two weeks away, having had time to sort out your thoughts, there was a relief in being home with them.

Of course, you still hadn’t had a chance to talk to Larry. But with the New Years party tonight, there wasn’t exactly a good time to bring up how the two of you made out before you left. You needed to talk about it.

‘Soon’ you told yourself.

Despite being the middle of winter, it wasn't as cold as it could have been. Everyone dumped their party bags next to the underpass slope. Ashley pulled out a bottle of wine and uncorked it, taking a sip and passing it to you, who took a sip and passed it to Sal, who reached into his bag and pulled out a crazy straw to stick in it.

It seemed like four lifetimes ago that you two won those at the festival. The memory no longer burned you, no longer made your stomach twist in knots with guilt. Now the site of him using that straw for some underage drinking just made you laugh. Sal turned to hand the bottle to Larry, but he was rifling through his bag.

“The booze is over here, Larry.” you called out.

“I’m looking for something else” he called back over his shoulder, elbow deep into his backpack. “Here it is!” Larry’s arm started shaking and a faint rattling sound echoed through the open tunnel. When he stood up he was holding a can of spray paint. “I’ve been meaning to try out a new medium.”

“Underage drinking, weed, and spray painting.” Ashley shook her head and laughed. “We’re gonna get in so much trouble if we get busted.”

“‘If’ being the key word.” you chimed in, taking the bottle back from Sal and taking a long sip. It wasn’t your first time drinking, your parents had let you have the occasional drink inside the apartment since you were sixteen. If you were honest, you were glad that the cabin never had any signal, as one night you had a bit more than you could reasonably handle and had considered sending some texts to your friends that probably would not have been the smartest. Your parents had only laughed at you slurred words and stumbling, gave you water and an Advil and sent you off to bed.

It was nice to have parents that trusted you and gave a shit.

“We’ve done more questionable things.” said Sal, taking the bottle back from you. You hadn’t even thought about it, but you had used his straw. Oops. If it bothered him, he didn’t say anything. “Remember that time we snuck into the principal's office to get back Larry’s confiscated ‘soda’ can?”

“That was not my fault!” Larry called out, sizing up the large empty slab of concrete in front of him. “I thought I grabbed a real soda that morning!”

Ashley laughed. “You were still high! You had detention and me and Sal had to get that fake can back before they realized what it actually was.”

“You saved my ass is what you did. Mom would have murdered me before I even got charged with possession.” Larry stepped forward and started in with the spray paint.

The four of you reminisce about the times of teenage rebellion over the past few years. So many wonderful memories about causing trouble, covering for each other, and fun memories about sneaking around. In a few months, those days would be behind you all. With Sal being the last of the group to turn 18, there were few things left to be sneaky about.

Soon you could do whatever you wanted, within reason, legally.

The bottle was back in your hands as you chatted, now over half gone. There was a pleasant buzz in the back of your head as you took another sip. Not enough to be sloppy, but enough to relax and remove some inhibitions.

“Larry, you want some of this?” You called out as he finished with his painting. It looked like it was a stylized version of his name, but it was hard to tell. Why did so many graffiti tags have to be nearly impossible to read?

“In a sec, I gotta clean my hands,” Larry said, setting down the can. “Then I definitely could use some of that”

“You want some wine too?” you teased with a wink that he couldn’t even see because his back was to you. It felt good to flirt again, even though there was a small part in the back of your brain that said that maybe you should talk to him first before acting like old times.

That piece of you could shut it.

“You’re flirty sober, so it shouldn’t surprise me that you’ll crank it up when you’re buzzed too.” Ashley said before Larry could respond.

“Who am I to deny that my friends are hot?” you giggled through the straw before Sal took it back taking his own sip.

Sal had been quiet for a bit now, and you could have  sworn that he had been staring at you tonight. It was hard to tell, as you had stayed on the side of him that had the fake eyeball. But through the night you could feel a gaze on you, and with Larry at the wall and Ashley looking you in the eyes it had to be Sal.

Music started playing. Larry had pulled out a small speaker from his bag and had hooked his phone up to it. Excitement filled you as you grabbed Ashley’s hand and spun her around, demanding that she join you in a dance. She only laughed and shook her head but let you lead her around the area under the bridge in a stumbling and silly dance. You attempted to dip her, but that did not go well for either of you as you both slipped and stumbled to the ground laughing.

“So, does this mean you’ve finally fallen for me, Ash?” you giggled as you both got to your feet, brushing off any dirt.

“If it wasn’t for Jamie, you’d have my heart” she laughed.

You gripped at your shirt above your heart. “Rejected again!” you fake sobbed. “My poor heart, how will I ever recover?”

“I’m sure you’ll live.” she clapped your shoulder, leading you back towards the boys who were jamming out to the music. The two of you hopped in, letting the music take control of your body and mind. The alcohol relaxed you, allowing your brain to calm and focus on just being here with the people you loved.

A familiar hand grasped onto yours and gave you a quick spin. Larry made sure you were kept steady as he spun you around and around and around by the hand. Your mind was swimming and dizzy but there was joy and comfort and safety here. When his hand slipped from yours, you stumbled back, thudding against something.

Sal had caught you, his arms wrapped around your waist and shoulders. He kept you steady as your brain caught up to the rest of you. “Thanks!” you said, panting slightly.

“No problem.” he said, making no move to let go. A few months ago this would have sent you heart pounding and your cheeks red. Okay, if you were being honest there was still a small part of you that was flushed from the gesture as well as the cold. It didn’t help that he just kept... looking at you. His expression was completely unreadable with the mask right then.

“What?” you giggled. “Something on my face?”

Sal shook his head, “No”

“Have Ashley take a picture, or subscribe to my private snapchat” you gave him a good old fashioned over dramatic wink.

“Maybe I should.” Was there... a slight stutter in his voice? Was it the cold? “You look really good. And hot.”

Your eyes widened and he quickly stood you back up fully, the tips of his ears bright red. You were in disbelief at the words. It seemed so unlike him to say that, say things like that. It had to be the wine. You decided, absolutely. He wouldn’t be so cruel as to flirt sincerely after everything, right?

“Why, Salamander Xavier Fisher, are you  flirting  with me?” You gave him a playful nudge.

The sound of a bag of chips immediately distracted you from the boy in front of you. Ashley and Larry had pulled out the snacks and you were starving. You hurried over to partake in the salty joy, Ashley cracking open a second bottle of wine that she was sharing between herself and Larry.

The four of you passed the bottles around and tore through the snacks like no one’s business. Laughter echoed off the concrete walls as you reminisced about the past year.

“I need to pee.” Sal said, standing up and walking outside of the ove pass to find a private spot. Larry watched him for a moment and stood up.

“Hey, come over here for a second.” Larry said to you, offering a hand. You took it, and he hauled you to your feet before leading you to the opposite side of the bridge. Ashley had pulled out her phone, making sure that no one was looking for all of you at the party you had originally been invited to.

“What’s up?” you asked, but you knew what was up. Being mildly intoxicated might not have been the best move for this conversation, but it was happening anyway.

“I just want to make sure we’re alright.” Larry said, seriously. “After the party we didn’t really get a chance to talk about what happened.”

You couldn’t stop the blush from rising up your cheeks as you remember that night on the couch, sobering you slightly.

“I want us to be alright. That night, I-” you closed your eyes to clear your head, but the fog of the buzz made it a bit difficult. “I don’t regret what happened. But I also don’t think I want to date right now.”

Larry’s shoulder sagged and you panicked, worried that you just broke your friend’s heart. But instead, he let out a relieved laugh. “Oh, thank fuck I was worried.” he admitted. “I didn’t want to lead you on. I don’t regret it either, and I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t ever want to do it again.”

“I don’t blame you, I  am  pretty irresistible.” you tossed your hair with a smirk. “I can’t keep people off me, too hot and charming for my own good, really.”

Larry pulled you into a hug and you wrapped your arms around his middle, relaxing. It felt good knowing that you didn’t screw anything up with him either. Sal had already been so hard to get over, if this had happened with Larry as well you wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself.

You make a mental note to not try and get with Ashley, that would be overboard. Not that you had any real interest in her, she was taken after all. Dating within the friend group was just too complicated, and your friendships with them were far too important.

You pulled Larry in and gave him a kiss on the cheek before the two of you made your way back towards Ashley and Sal who had rejoined the group. Sal was struggling to get the last dregs of some hand sanitizer out of the bottle.

“Just keep shaking and pumping it, and it’ll come out eventually” you teased. “That’s how it usually works, right?”

Sal just snorted. “Yeah, usually. Something like that.” He finally managed to get a satisfying amount on his hands before tossing the bottle in the grocery bag you all had decided to use for trash. Just because you all were breaking the law, didn’t mean you wanted to litter.

“So how much longer until midnight?” asked Larry.

Ashley checked her phone. “About a half hour”

“Well, I’m just drunk enough that I don’t want to be bringing in the new year underneath a bridge.” Larry decided. “Let’s find somewhere else to be.”

There were no objections from you or the others, though Ashley did stop in front of his tag to snap a picture. “Anything you want to say about this piece?” she asked.

“It’s our names.” Larry said, making everyone immediately turn around to get a closer look. Larry’s name had been obvious, with a stylised L and Y. Looking closer, you could each see that the letters twisted into each of your names as well. You had to be looking for it, looking closer to decipher the twists and turns of the paint but there you were- there you all were.

“Holy shit.” Sal breathed. “How long have you been working on that?”

“A few months now.” Larry shrugged. “I figured if I was gonna tag something, I wanted it to be something that would last as long as the art itself, so I picked us.”

“That’s the cheesiest thing you’ve ever said.” said Ashley as she looked over the tag one more time.

“That’s really fucking incredible.” You added. “You should be proud of yourself.”

“Oh don’t worry, I am.” he laughed. “Think of it as my holiday present to you guys.”

“Oh shit, presents!” you groaned. “I knew I was forgetting something. I have souvenirs for everyone back at home that I totally forgot about.”

Sal reached a hand out to rest it on your shoulder. “It’s okay.” he reassured you. “You being here in time for the new year is enough for us.”

There it was, that unreadable look in his eye again. The darkness of the overpass combined with his prosthetic was giving him... something. Fuck, you might have had a bit too much wine tonight. You were hardly thinking straight now, and it didn’t help that Sal’s good eye was shining with the reflection of the snow which contrasted with the intensity of the way he was looking at you, or the way his hair was a silvery blue in the moonlight-

“Ah.... thank you. Please excuse me.” you said, walking off to a nearby snowbank, grabbing a chunk of snow and pressing your warmed face against it.

“That’s where I peed.” Sal called out in a deadpan voice.

You replied with a shriek and immediately chucked it at him as he laughed and dodged. “I’m kidding!” he yelled as you threw another chunk of snow at him.

“Salvador Elizabeth Fisher, I’m gonna shove this snow down your throat- and  not in a sexy way!” you laughed, making your way back over to him. Larry and Ashley were busy packing up your goodies for the night and were wrapped up in their own conversation now, talking shop about art and photography probably.

Sal moved closer to you, your shoulders touching. “I thought everything you did was sexy.” he laughed. It was a different sort of laugh. Genuine, playful, but maybe a bit lower? He was tugging at his gloves, as if he couldn’t decide to keep them on or take them off. His ears were red, but it was so cold out.

“You... are drunk” you decided, nudging him. “Oh shit, all those meds you’re on- are you even allowed to be drinking?” Worry suddenly shot through you.

“Not really.” His shoulders relaxed slightly. “Pretty much every medication says to not mix with alcohol. I’ll be fine though, I didn’t drink a lot and it just means I can get drunk for cheaper. You were the one hogging the bottle.”

“You expect me to control myself with a bottle and a crazy straw?” you laughed. “Clearly, you don’t know me.”

“Maybe you’re right.”

Before you could respond to that very cryptic sentence, Larry and Ashley returned and handed you each a bag.

“Larry has decided that we are going to the park.” Ashley said.

“It’s not like there’s a lot of places we can hang out at this late at night.” Larry shrugged. “I figured it’d be better than finishing off the night here or at the other party.”

“No objections here.” Sal said, looking at you.

There was a question in your eyes, but Sal’s didn’t answer yours. “Yeah, yeah I’m good to go to the park.” you managed, turning to Ashley and Larry.

It wasn’t a long trek to the park. You walked down past Ashley’s house again where you all stopped to pee, make a polite appearance, and drop off your trash. Then it was another few blocks to an empty playground, where you all immediately climbed up to settle in for the next ten minutes.

“So, what do you want to do next year?” Sal asked the group while looking at you.

You thought about it. “I’m not sure. Honestly, I’m so used to moving around that I didn’t think I’d be here this long.” you admitted. “My parents want me to go to college next year, but I’m thinking of maybe a trade school instead.”

“I’m applying for art school.” Ashley piped in. “I’ve been working on my portfolio all semester, and I have a few schools in mind.”

“Mom wants me to keep going to school, but I doubt we’d have the money for it, and scholarships are out with my grades.” sighed Larry. “I’m happy to just get my diploma and get to work somewhere.”

“I haven’t decided what I want to do either.” Sal said. “I’m probably just going to try and find a job too. If anyone will hire me that is.”

“I’d hire you.” you said. “Don’t know what I’d hire you for, but I’d hire you.”

He snorted. “I’ll play you guitar every day and get you snacks.”

“You’re hired. Immediately. When can you start?”

Sal responded by pulling out a bag of cookies and handing it to you.

“Motherfucker, are you trying to make me fall in love or something?”  Again?! You accepted the bag, shoving a cookie into your mouth. Sal said something that you couldn't quite catch over the crunching of the snack and the swimming feeling in your head.

Talk continued between the 4 of you, with Ashley keeping an eye on the time. At some point you stopped responding, closing your eyes to just take in the night and the chill and the warmth of those you loved.

You felt Sal's warmth next to you as Larry began a countdown. Your eyes remained closed, breathing steady. Each second that counted down to your midnight weighing on you. Soon you'd be back home in bed and you'll be able to rest before school starts. You though of what was to come next; spring break, prom, graduation, and then the final summer vacation.

It was exciting to think about.

"3"

You never want to forget nights like this.

"2"

With the friends that stood by you, stayed with you, and never made you feel unwanted.

"1"  Click.

Something pressed against your cheek. It was soft, warm, and pleasant. So much so that you didn't open your eyes until it pulled away. Slowly you opened your eyes and turned just in time to see Sal readjusting the prosthetic to his face. from even under the light of the full moon you could see the misshapen jawline as he pressed everything back in place.

"Happy new year" Sal said, taking your hand. You smiled at him as Larry started blasting music again, echoing the cheers of distant parties and the fireworks that now were littering the skies.  

[jawritter]

Carry On

Chapter 18

Summary: It was just a simple hunt, found on a pie festival. It was supposed to be easy. Something they’d all done one hundred and one times a million. No one could have told Y/N, Dean, and Sam that nothing from that point on would ever be the same again.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester

Word Count: 3097

Warnings: Angst, and the beginnings of some changes...

Due to the graphic nature of this fic, and the fact that it will eventually contain Smut. This fic is an 18 + only fic! If you’re under 18 DO NOT read this fic!

A/N: This fic is beta’d by @kazsrm67​​​​ Thanks so much love! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! I hope you all enjoy this ride with me!

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The past week had gone by in a blur. That wasn’t something she was exaggerating either. It literally had gone by in a whirlwind of emotional and physical change on both the parts of Y/N, as well as Dean. 

She had just thought she’d been emotional when she had driven Dean from that god forsaken hospital in Ohio. Packing the little room that was the only physical home that Dean Winchester had ever known was some kind of emotion that she didn’t even have words for. 

Change hurts! 

She would have thought all the changes and instability in her life she’d already lived through would have prepared her for that, but nope, she wasn’t ready for the things she was feeling as she helped as Dean collected the weapons that he’d placed on the walls and box up what little bit of personal belongings they both had. Nothing could have prepared her for the weight and reality that had set on them both in that moment. 

Signing the papers on his new home and business had been a twist or excitement that sent them both floating on cloud nine! It was something neither of them had ever thought that they would see, and they were so excited that they couldn’t even sleep that night!

…. But when Dean had sat the first box onto the mattress… It suddenly got very very real! 

When Dean told Sam what he’d done the night before, Sam said nothing, he just stood up from the table and stalked off towards his room. Y/N and Eileen had told Dean to just let him go. He had his own set of emotions that he had to work through concerning the matter, and Dean’s face just remained an unreadable mask as he watched his brother’s towering back disappear down the hallway. 

Y/N would have expected a fight, a yelling match, anything, but the silence was cruel. While Sam had gone through his own trauma concerning the house and hometown of Dean Winchester, he didn’t exactly carry the memories that Dean did. That being said, she felt Sam’s reaction wasn’t a fair one. 

Dean on the other hand, seemed to have expected his brother’s distaste of the whole escapade from the beginning, and if he was bothered by it, he didn’t let it show long, just started planning the move the following day. 

He’d gone to the local gas station and picked up a few boxes, an extra leash for Miracle, and said nothing else about Sam that night. When they got up to start packing Sam was already gone, he and Eileen had apparently found a hunt somewhere in Michigan, werewolves from the looks of it.

Dean had said in a way, it was better that he and Eileen had taken the day to go hunting. This wasn’t something that really involved Sam. Sam had his life, and he had Eileen, whom Dean swore up and down was pregnant, he claimed it was just a ‘feeling’ he had, and Dean had Y/N, it was time they both got a life outside of their own codependency. 

So alone, they packed the room in silence. All of their combined things only took roughly about three hours to pack and load into the back of Baby. For two people just starting out in life together, they had less than most ever dreamed of starting with. None of that mattered to Y/N, they had one another, and she’d sleep on the floor, or in the car; even under an overpass in the dead of winter as long as Dean was there with her. That’s all she really needed, they’d gain the rest as they went. 

Their heaviness didn’t leave them though, not until the Bunker was far gone out of the review mirror, and there was nothing but road between where they were going, and where they’d been. That’s when Dean relaxed, and turned the radio on. 

“Is that the last box?” Y/N called over her shoulder and out of the open door of their new home as Dean slowly made his way up the steps late that evening with a small box in his hands; Dean nodded as he kicked the front door shut with his foot. 

“Yep, this is it,” he informed her proudly as he sat the box down in front of her. “The furniture I order will be here in about an hour, and we can at least get the bedroom ready for us to sleep tonight comfortably, other than that, I’ll just order us a pizza, and we can tackle the rest in the morning.”

With a wince, Dean leaned against the wall of his home, and slid down to the floor yet still bracing his aching back. Y/N left the box where he’d placed it, and moved to sit next to him on the floor. 

Much like it always seemed to do; the moment Dean showed any signs of discomfort at all, Y/N would have a rush of sheer panic strike her like a bolt of lightning filled with dread, but she was at least trying to not ‘spring into action’ as he called at it every little noise or wince he made. She just didn’t want to see him in pain, and she was terrified he’d already overdone it for the day. 

“I’m okay honey,” he tried to assure her, apparently, she wasn’t able to hide the concern from her face, that or he had just gotten that good at reading her. “Stop worrying. If I start to feel bad or if something starts to hurt more than normal, I will tell you. I’ve told you that a thousand times before.”

“I know you have,” she agreed as her eyes wandered along the open doorway that led to the staircase of what was now THEIR home. Something she was having a hard time wrapping her head around. 

“I think they must have painted these walls at some point,” Dean voiced after a long moment of silence. “But the floors look the same as they always did. The staircase is the same. It does need a lot of work though, it’s just gonna take me some time to get that lined up, I wanna get the shop running first.”

“We’ve got time,” Y/N pointed out. 

Which is something that she never thought that they would have, time. It was strange to even say that they might actually have it. 

“I’m not gonna lie,” Dean admitted, “I wish they’d get here with that furniture already. I’m fucking exhausted, and it’s not even five in the afternoon.”

“You’ve done a lot today,” Y/N said, resting her head against his shoulder. “There’ve been a lot of big changes just in the past 24 hours alone. You’re not a superhuman. It is enough to exhaust anyone.”

As if on cue, the doorbell rang, and they both jumped and stared at one another for a moment. Neither of them realized that they even had a doorbell, but hearing it ring was so foreign to them both, that it took a moment’s thought for them to understand that it wasn’t something wrong, there was just someone at the door. 

“That will probably be the furniture,” Y/N said, and Dean visibly relaxed. “You stay there, I’ll let them in and tell them where to set up everything.”

Dean’s POV:

Dean smiled at Y/N as best he could muster while she rose to her feet, and made her way towards the front door, where her voice, as well as the voice of the men that were hired to bring their furniture filtered in through the empty rooms in an eerie echo. 

Dean’s chest tightened slightly as he watched Y/N lead the older man upstairs to show them where she wanted the bed placed in the master bedroom. 

This was really happening; he really did it. 

It didn’t feel real until now. Even though the whole process of the paperwork, packing, even walking through the empty house with Y/N while they waited to sign the paperwork. Through all the planning, and prepping, none of it felt real to him, but instead, it felt like some strange dream. 

But now, as he watched two more men make their way upstairs with a memory foam mattress, while three others worked to set the couch in the center of the room. 

Part of him hated himself for sitting there against the wall like a little old cripple, while other men worked around him, and Y/N walked all around them helping to set up everything, and he could do nothing. It made him sick. 

This should have been something exciting. They were starting their life together. When he told her about this venture he’d planned for them, and brought her to Lawrence to try and convince her to do this with him, he was excited, nervous, and terrified all at the same time. 

Now? Well, now he just felt useless as he watched a small army of strangers pack in the thing’s he’d bought for his house. Surely, they must have thought that he was a lazy douche bag as they worked around him, sitting up a small dining room table and the chairs they went with it like he wasn’t even sitting on the fucking floor not five feet from them. 

“Dean?” Y/N’s voice sounded suddenly very close to him, and he jumped in surprise, sending a shot of white-hot pain down his spine that didn’t stop until it hit him right in the ass. 

This time, he couldn’t hide the pain as a sharp intake of breath, and some sort of noise he wasn’t even sure he knew how he made came erupting from his chest. 

“Dean! What’s wrong? Where does it hurt?” Y/N questioned quickly as her hands frantically searched him. Every time he let on that he was in pain she’d panic, and that’s why he tried to hide it as best he could most of the time, he didn’t like to worry her, and like it or not, pain was just part of his life now. 

“I’m okay,” he attempted to reassure her as he placed his hand on top of the one she had resting on his chest. “You just surprised me, and I moved wrong. I’m okay, I promise.”

The look on her face screamed, ‘bullshit’. He was in for it, and he knew it. 

“Mmhmm, sure,” she said as her eyes searched his, “you overdid it today, didn’t you?”

“No, I didn’t,” Dean argued half-heartedly, because he was sort of wondering if he’d actually overdone it, he hadn’t felt pain like that since right after the accident. He didn’t want to set himself back in his recovery, but he also didn’t want to alarm her by telling her that he might have overdone it. “You just scared me a little, I didn’t see you come back in here.”

The look on her face said she didn’t believe a damn word he was feeding her. But instead of arguing with him, and trying to make him admit that he’d overdone it, Y/N reached to brush the hair away that had fallen out of place as her worried eyes searched over him. 

“Can you stand?” she questioned, and Dean nodded as he started to slowly climb to his feet, jaw clenched tight to avoid making a scene about it. Sitting on the floor wasn’t the best idea he’d had all morning, the journey to his feet wasn’t at all a painless one. 

Y/N helped him balance himself as he tried to breathe deeply through his nose, to keep in control. He’d tried telling himself it was mind over matter when the accident first happened, and physical therapy attempted to take him out for the second time, but he’d learned a long time ago that was bullshit, and this just fucking hurt. 

“Come on,” Y/N prompted when he was able to stand fully on his own again, and his breathing had evened out. “I got the bed made upstairs, and I want you to go and lay down for a while. The men are almost done here, they just have to bring in a few more things, and they’re done. We can unpack tomorrow. Let’s just get you in bed, and maybe get some pizza ordered. We can just have a movie night in bed for the rest of the night.”

Dean couldn’t lie, the thought was appealing, and it made some of the anxiety that had crept up on him take a momentary back seat at the thought of spending the remainder of the night cuddled in bed with her. 

“Sounds like a deal if you’ll let me shower first,” Dean countered. 

Y/N narrowed her eyes like she was going to argue with him, but it died away as soon as he pouted at her, and he couldn’t stop the victorious smirk that graced his lips when it did; he knew he’d won that battle fairly easily. 

“Fine,” Y/N relented, “I’ll order the pizza while you’re showering. That way it should be here by the time you’re done.”

Dean made his way slowly towards the staircase as she planned out their evening, making every step he did. Dean knew she was still afraid he’d fall every time he took the stairs, but he was determined to sleep in the master bedroom on his first night here; regardless of how hard it was to climb this damn staircase. 

“Sounds like a plan,” he agreed as he started to make his assent. “And when you’re done with that… you could come join me in the shower if you want?”

Y/N stopped dead in her tracks next to him, and Dean suddenly regretted the words that had slipped out of his mouth as dread filled him. He didn’t mean to say that out loud, he’d never said anything like that to her before, and now, he was afraid to turn around to see her face. 

It wasn’t like he could do anything with her even if she did. Shower sex wasn’t a task he was up for just yet. But still, he didn’t mean to say it out loud, and suddenly, he felt like some dirty old pervert. 

“I’m just joking Baby,” he tried as he slowly turned to face Y/N, who looked more than a little shocked at his offer. “I didn’t mean anything by that. It’s not like I could—I’m sorry.”

Dean leaned against the rail and looked down at his feet, suddenly unable to look at the woman he loved more than his own life, because that was a rejection that hurt far more than any pain in his back. 

Y/N had recovered by the time he looked away, and stepped up in front of him, placing a soft hand on the side of his face, forcing him to look at her. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” she attempted, but all he could do was avert his eyes away from her. He was still kicking himself for making such a foolish comment. What the hell did he think he was even gonna do if she took him up on the offer? 

“You’ll get there Dean just—”

“No,” Dean stopped her, suddenly the urge to run away was stronger than it had ever been in his life. “No, it was a stupid, perverted thing to say, and I’m sorry I said it. I can make it the rest of the way upstairs myself. Go ahead and order the pizza, make sure those guys are done and get locked up downstairs. I shouldn’t be long.”

Dean could have sworn he saw a hurt look briefly pass over her, but she masked it so quickly that he couldn’t have been sure. But if there was one thing that Dean did NOT want, it was a pity party because he couldn’t even be a man to his girlfriend. That was like pouring salt on a festering wound. 

Sure, he’d been able to get an erection, usually in the morning, but that was all. If it hurt to just move wrong, how the hell was he going to actually have sex with anyone? 

“Don’t take too long, okay?” she tried to smile and him, and he leaned forward to place a kiss on her cheek in something of an apology that he was too ashamed to say aloud, but hoped that somehow it got through to her before he turned to make the walk of shame up the last few steps to the top landing in route to the master bathroom where he could at least feel like a loser and no one had to see how pathetic he was. 

It was in moments like that, he wished he’d never had lived through that hunt. 

How had a day that was supposed to have been a fresh start for him turned dark so quickly?

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[jonginnation]

Exo 7th full album called Exist preorder starting 11 days after cbx filed lawsuit against sm for contract termination. And they reported SM’s ass to the Korean FTC. EXO. Airport photos…. Laughing together over pizza, Let Me In prerelease track and mv dropping with less than 12 hours notice, bbh just back from Manila from Overpass festival performance after him and the other active exo members filmed exo ladder season 4 in like 25hours during which we think Sehun won a phone????? Some cringe whitening something company ad with blurry pics. Why is kai in the barracks????? JM about to start his run as Mozart. Polaris album been in preorder for weeks now, more Teolaegi merch than anyone ever imagined. SM stocks in cardiac arrest and their media play is as shameless as ever…. Sehun and kyungsoo nominated for blue dragons. Yixing started next leg of Grandline tour(?) but only one date so far and some other shit went down but beikers are taking care of it.

Like…. You can’t make this shit up

[ladyeckland28]

Urban legends often serve as a reflection of societal fears and local history, with the tale of the Bunnyman being a prime example. This chilling legend, rooted in Fairfax County, Virginia, combines elements of horror, folklore, and local history, creating a story that has both intrigued and terrified generations.

#### Origins of the Bunnyman Legend

The legend of the Bunnyman dates back to the early 1970s, with the most well-known version centered around an area known as Colchester Overpass, a Southern Railway overpass near Clifton, Virginia, also referred to as the "Bunnyman Bridge." The story begins with an escaped mental patient, though historical records do not substantiate this aspect. According to the tale, this patient donned a bunny costume and began terrorizing the local population, particularly targeting young couples. The Bunnyman is said to have wielded an axe, using it to threaten and chase those who ventured too close to his domain.

#### The Mythical Bunnyman Bridge

Central to the legend is the Bunnyman Bridge, which has become a focal point for curiosity seekers and thrill enthusiasts. The story goes that the Bunnyman was responsible for multiple gruesome murders, often leaving the bodies of his victims hanging from the bridge. The image of a maniac in a bunny suit, coupled with the grisly nature of his supposed deeds, creates a stark contrast that heightens the sense of horror.

#### Documented Encounters and Eyewitness Accounts

While the more sensational aspects of the Bunnyman story are widely regarded as fictitious, there are documented reports of a man in a rabbit costume causing disturbances. The first recorded incident occurred in October 1970, when Air Force Academy cadet Robert Bennett and his fiancée reported being threatened by a man in a white bunny suit near Burke, Virginia. The man allegedly threw a hatchet through their car window, warning them to stay away from his property. A second report surfaced shortly thereafter, involving a similar incident in the same vicinity. These reports were taken seriously by local law enforcement, though no conclusive evidence was ever found to identify the perpetrator.

#### Cultural Impact and Legacy

Despite the lack of concrete evidence, the Bunnyman legend has endured, fueled by a combination of fear, local folklore, and the innate human attraction to the macabre. It has become a staple of local culture, inspiring numerous stories, films, and even a yearly Bunnyman festival. The bridge itself has become a popular, if somewhat dangerous, destination for those seeking to experience a piece of the legend firsthand.

#### Conclusion

The urban legend of the Bunnyman exemplifies how folklore can emerge from a mix of historical events, societal fears, and human imagination. While the truth behind the legend may never be fully uncovered, its impact on the cultural landscape of Fairfax County remains significant. The Bunnyman serves as a reminder of the power of storytelling and the ways in which urban legends can shape and reflect the communities from which they arise.

[7rashstar]

i didn’t rly sleep last night yap sesh below the cut

missed mayday festivities because i am debilitatingly socially anxious but then went camping for a friends bday and felt refreshed by being able to see soooo many stars and be outside…(and go on the most extreme hike of my life dude omfg)

while we were camping my digi cam fell out of my pocket when i laid on the ground to look at the sky and stars and it stormed that night and my camera got destroyed. hoping the sd card is salvageable..

creepy had hella ticks on him (including one thats head got stuck in his uhh..wiener lol) went to the vet got em removed in total there were 8 (!!) that we found. he has so much fur man idk there could be some more on him but at least they’d be dead atp because i ALSO finally got a flea tick preventative that he can take monthly. it’s been impossible to get a vet appointment anywhere, especially at the clinic i’ve been taking him to since he was a bb. praying he didn’t contract anything from the ticks…we’ll get a blood test sometime in september-december

bestie soup told me u could see the northern lights in the city last night + they sent me some pics but i pulled a leg muscle skating n it hurt too bad to waddle over to the overpass (plus there’s been several shootings in my neighborhood the past couple weeks outside my building so i don’t rly like going out at night rn anyway)

yesterday oomf texted the gc n said a friend of a friend asked him where to listen to my music online bc they loved my set :’)) the last time i played a show was the beginning of march!!!! that made me feel rly good so now i have more incentive to finally upload things to soundcloud again. might work on that later today…like. might,…finally post something

he said he sent them a link to my old bandcamp and i forgot i never deleted my music there i only scrubbed my sc so i went over n listened to what i posted. it was kinda cute. in 2020 i started using ableton for the first time consistently and actually tried to figure out how to make stuff w it so everything f from that time is like. ahh. i’d do that so different now!! but at the time i was so proud of myself and that makes me feel kinda fuzzy (in a good way) like noticeable artistic growth yanno? n also knowing that version of myself who was constantly suffering and seeking an End still felt excited abt what i was making. it’s cute. my old self is someone ive made peace w and hold close to my heart in the ‘it’s different now and it’s Awesome’ way like fuck yea lil buddy you got clean and made it out alive. that’s sick

some of my old music goes hard asf too tho. a lot of unreleased stuff on my google drive i dug thru after listening to my bandcamp i don’t even rly remember making but i was like :0 !!

i was up until 5:30am working on a flyer !! i wanna make more flyers!! i miss making flyers. i’m outta practice and using procreate bc i don’t have photoshop anymore so still a newbie on the program front but i think. i did a good job and it looks cool so that’s nice

i rly wanna skate but my leg hurts i feel like that spongebob guy

[userbbh]

230611 overpass festival BRIGHTALWAYS / do not edit, crop logo (1,2,3)

[mikimeiko]

Day 13 - Across a tiny bit of Czechia

For once I have ample time before I leave, and I can have breakfast and then prepare my stuff.

It's still very sunny and quite hot, but luckily there's also a cool breeze.

Ostrava main station is another modern boxy one. What is it with big stations in central Europe? I just wanted to see some pretty stations ;_;

Though it has a very cool giant overpass that lets you see both branches of the line connecting here (I guess this might be a new station like Vienna Central station? Built on the connection?).

The train ride is short and less interesting than others, but I have an entire six seats compartment all for myself :3

Brno train station is pretty! Well, prettier from the platforms, but yay anyway!

Brno's old town is big and quite grandiose, but in a compact way.

The cathedral is on top of the hill, with beautiful views on the castle and on the southeastern side of the city.

There's also a nice garden path with plenty of benches and trees that goes down hill to the center. Very peaceful even if there are many people around, an with enough twists and turns as to create some more secluded zones. In one of this a guy is teaching a girl to dance the bachata <3

I remember at some point of this trip thinking that I would have liked a bubble tea but there weren't any around and well. Well. There are SO MANY bubble tea shops here XD (I've seen a couple in Ostrava, but here in the center of Brno they're EVERYWHERE). I got a litchi one and they let me decide the sugar level? It was SO GOOD without sugar if not the one coming from the juice.

There's a beer festival starting today! With beers from all of Czechia and street food, and it's starts today and ends the day after I leave, so I get to try all the beers :D and eat all the food :D

Starting with a langos with cheese, garlic and ketchup (I asked the girl at the stand which was the basic condiment, like the most usual, and she recommended this? It was good though I probably would have liked it better with less ketchup).

I also tried a beer but I wasn't lucky and it was too bitter for my taste.

There's a good atmosphere here in the old town, and I have to say that being back in a touristy city with lots of things going is not bad.

[exoplanetupdates-blog]

2023 : EXO at Festivals/Concerts Pt 2

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

MAY 2023

230506 - M.A.Y. Jam Festival - Baekhyun

Greeting

Press Conference [RAW]

Performances - UN Village + Betcha + Candy + Love Again + Bambi

Ment [RAW]

Dare U Naeju Vlog

230514 - Back to Back Fancon (Kuala Lumpur) - EXO-SC

Performances - What A Life + Borderline + 1 Billion Views + Fly Away + Rodeo Station + We Young + Just Us 2

Game + Talk Session [1] [2] [3] (RAW)

Flashback Video

230517 - Back to Back Fancon (Singapore) - EXO-SC

Press Conference

Performances + Ment + Talk Sessions [1] [2] [3] [4]

230520 - Back to Back Fancon (Manila) - EXO-SC

Full Fancon [RAW]

Hawak Kamay + Creep + Dance Medley

Performances - 1 Billion Views + Just Us 2 + Borderline + We Young + Rodeo Station

JUNE 2023

230611 - OVERPASS in Manila - Baekhyun

Full Set - UN Village + Betcha + Candy + Love Again + Bambi / [1]

Ments

Behind the Scenes Vlog

JULY 2023

230729 - Waterbomb Tokyo - EXO-SC

Greeting

Performances - What A Life + 1 Billion Views / [1] + Nothin' + We Young + On Me + Just Us 2 + Rodeo Station

Full Set

[tleeaves]

when you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy! then, send to your last ten people in your notifs (anonymously). you never know who might benefit from spreading positivity <3

(you don't have anon turned on but I'm sending it anyway, just pretend not to know that it's me <3)

Whoops. Anon is allowed on my blog, I didn't realise it wasn't on this account 😭 Anyway, hi, Mal my lovely <3

So, Not Mal, here are five more things that make me happy:

Turkish delight.

Boots. Tall, sturdy boots. Piratecore in my mind.

Lights 🥺 Honest to god, I want to go on a date one day just to find somewhere nice to sit and watch the lights of a city or festival or night market or something. Even just seeing them casually makes me so happy. There's some really cool overpasses here along the highway where you're practically level with the highway lights and it feels like you're among the stars in the dark expanse of space and ajhsvhjdgvjhdc. Every time we drive past the city, I have my face nearly pressed to the window while I stare at it for as long as possible because it glitters like a chest of glowing jewels in the distance.

People leaning in closer when they're talking to me, either because the atmosphere is loud and or they just feel that comfortable with me. It makes me so happy when people seem to enjoy my company.

Bears.

[pix4japan]

Vermilion Bridge and Mt. Fuji (Enoshima Island, Fujisawa, Kanagawa Pref., Japan)

Following along the footpaths atop Enoshima Island, you will reach the furthermost western side of the Island. At the bottom of a steep set of stairs near the water is a newly restored pedestrian overpass called Iwayabashi Bridge (岩屋橋) that allows visitors to more easily access the Iwabashi Caves where you can find statues and deities dating back to the year 552.

Photographs from the Meiji Period (1868 to 1912) show a wooden bridge leading to the caves. An unsightly concrete bridge with a chain link fence was in use until a rockfall accident caused the bridge to be closed in 1971 for 22 years.

A new bridge was opened in 1993 but later destroyed when the combination of a high tide and storm surge from Typhoon Lan hit the region in 2017. The current bridge has proper railings, can be lit up at night during festivals, and is painted a lovely vermilion in tune with most of the other bridges on the island.

Although the caves are the main attraction on this side of the Island, you can also enjoy a lovely view of Mt. Fuji across the bay on a clear day.

Pentax K-1 II + DFA 28-105mm F3.5-5.6 68 mm ISO 100 for 1/200 sec. at ƒ/11

[cantillat-moved]

Persona 5 New Confidant: Yu Narukami (Le Fol)

Living in Tokyo since his senior year in high school, Narukami started attending Tokyo University’s Law School to be a prosecutor for many reasons: one that he would assist the police with the investigations, and see it through the end; and it was also a position that he would be able to assist Naoto and Chie if necessary. But also, as Mitsuru Kirijo’s Shadow Ops made him realize, there are other cases involving Persona-users and Shadows and there would be hard to prosecute these cases – so it could be important, if not crucial, to have somebody who knows about these ‘unusual circumstances’ when putting a case together.

At one occasion it dawned him: how some cases of the mental breakdowns on the news were similar to the events during the Love Meets Bonds Festival – the cases of people falling into comas after having their egos dragged away to the Midnight Stage by the Shadows after watching a cursed video on the event’s website. And the cases of people losing all their will to live and needing to be constantly watched were also similar to the Apathy Syndrome that both Naoto and Mitsuru-san told him many years ago. However, despite being a law student there was still many barriers he couldn’t cross and there was only so much information to be collected from witnesses. In fact, in most cases, they were seldom useful.

All he had was circumstantial evidence and gut feeling that these cases might be somehow related to Shadows, but he lacked the means to continue investigating as he couldn’t find the entrance point to the Shadow World, or whatever was called. Midnight Channel, Midnight Stage, Dark Hour…All different names for similar phenomena, and each with different characteristics and means to get in. If only he could figure out a way in…

Posted originally back on my Narukami blog steelbanchou

Yu would either see the Velvet Room and, as he couldn’t get in himself (Yu would assume that it’s because his original contract reached a conclusion, and he is no longer a guest) he would just wait for the new Wild Card to come in to approach and talk to him; or just overhear the Phantom Thieves talking (especially when they start to gather in the public overpass) and tails them, and at some point either end up dragged into the Metaverse by accident or approach them. A third way to approach the Phantom Thieves would be through Mishima, either by using the Phan-site or talking to him if they are acquainted in real life. Narukami could mention that he might have useful information and would like contacting the Phantom Thieves. Mishima did arrange a few meetings for the group in the game, so it could be yet one more encounter that would turn more than the Phantom Thieves’ leader could have bargained for. 

Either way, Narukami would offer his assistance but not directly interfere. He would keep on investigating the mental breakouts, and share whatever information he may gather. Yu would also offer advice and different points of view to the Phantom Thieves’ leader, in exchange in being able to access the Metaverse (which the game suggests that after being dragged once the person with potential will get an app on their mobile). After a certain point, he would also offer to keep an eye on Sae Nijima and Goro Akechi — who would suspect an intern?

Gameplay-wise…Maybe he’d unlock new personas for the new confident, and a few new abilities as well. And having an extra team member that would support the group in critical moments.

As the Arcana… Persona 5 tarot is based on the Tarot of Marseilles, in which the fool is labeled both as “Le Mat” (literally ‘the madman’) or “Le Fol”, depending on the edition. As Igor is ‘Le Mat’, Narukami would be ‘Le Fol’. But he’d be numbered XXII or not given a number, unlike the others.

[coochiequeens]

250 people showed up to support a drag show featuring an 11 year old child. And they claimed they were protecting children.

Fighting broke out after several hours of tense protests in front of Old Nick’s Pub in Eugene on Sunday, with division over defending or attacking the pub for hosting a drag story time event with an 11-year-old performer.

Some 250 people lined the sidewalks next to the pub on Washington Street to support the pub and event. About 50 protesters were on the opposite sidewalk.

The conflict began a week ago after online commenters and right-wing personalities caught wind of the drag show and accused the event of sexualizing children who perform in it. A protest was organized targeting the pub, and in response, community members planned a counterprotest titled “Eugene stands against hate.”

In a Facebook statement Friday, the pub said those outraged at the event have “twisted what is a fun and innocent event for kids and families into something disgusting and vile.”

Supporters Sunday shouted: “This is what protecting kids looks like,” “Go home Nazis,” and six people held a large banner reading “Protect trans youth."

The protesters held signs that read: “What kind of monster exposes kids to this” and several yelled, “Save our children.”

After arriving a little before 10 a.m., both sides began drifting into the middle of Washington Street, which Eugene Police closed off at 11 a.m. Officers did not try to stop either group’s protest but staged police cars around the area and several on the nearly Interstate 105 overpass.

It was a festive scene inside the pub, where the 11-year-old drag performer Vanellope Macpherson Dupont was the show’s guest of honor instead of performing.

The pub was packed with more than 50 people, including families with small children who cheered as several drag queens performed songs and read picture books.

Jamie Roberts, who goes by the drag queen name Princess Maliena, started crying while introducing the first act of the all-ages drag story time event and thanked Dupont, who had a front row seat on a couch with her family.

“Thank you guys for showing her, at this young age, love,” Roberts said to the crowd. “She needs this, and she really loves drag and doing what she does. Your support for her is going to overshadow any of the hate out there.”

Several of the protesters said it’s wrong to have children perform drag and to be in the audience. McKayla Babcock, a Eugene resident, said she has no issue with kids being interested in drag but that she doesn’t think it’s appropriate to perform it to a crowd.

“They’re putting children on stage where this is a child, and grown men and women can go there, and you don’t know what kind of fetish or things they have in their mind are,” Babcock said, attending with her 11-year-old daughter.

Several men in masks protesting against the pub declined to speak with The Register-Guard.

Elektra Starr, another performer at the drag show, said the the importance of the event is allowing children to be who they are, and that online hate was trying to mischaracterize the event to stir controversy.

“They’re the ones sexualizing the child by putting it into that perspective in the first place,” she said.

The pub hired security guards for the event, and one Eugene Police Department officer was stationed inside, monitoring security cameras and the nearby area.

At around 12:30 p.m., the crowd of protesters began retreating down the street and left in their cars.

At one point, both sides were seen throwing rocks and smoke grenades at each other, and at least one person on both sides was hit in the face with pepper spray. there were no arrests.

Several protesters were seen carrying what appeared to be assault rifles, and there were armed participants police identified in both groups, EPD said in a news release.

Contact reporter Louis Krauss at lkrauss@registerguard.com, call 541-521-2498 or follow on Twitter @louiskraussnews

This article originally appeared on Register-Guard: Protesters clash over Old Nick's Pub drag story time event in Eugene