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urfavoritedcwhore · 4 months ago

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the Russian boy//part one

a fanfic about the goldfinch

summary: a new girl named lucy gardener has just moved to las vegas, nevada. she meets two boys her first day and takes an interest on the black-haired Russian boy named boris.

this is a series i’m going to be working on, and yes, there will eventually be some juicy smut.

warnings: swearing, marijuana usage, and some brief mention of alcohol usage.

not proof read!!

part one: the first day

"FUCK" , i yell when i awake to see my alarm clock isn't plugged in. i must have forgotten to plug it in last night when i was setting up my room. im gonna be late for my first day of school. great. i rush to the millions of moving boxes in my room trying to remember which ones have my clothes in them, finally i mange to find a box with a folded up Tshirt and decide to wear that and the leggings i slept in. i throw on the Tshirt and run into the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair. "first day of my new school and im going to show up a total mess. amazing.", i think to myself while i spit out the tooth paste in my mouth and see the knots all over my head. i grab my brush and hurry back into my room to put my shoes on and get my book bag together. "MOM!!", i yell while brushing my hair and putting my folders in my bag. no response. great she's probably passed out downstairs drunk, or hasn't come home from last night yet. i don't blame her though, if i had found out my husband was cheating on me and lost all my money in the divorce i would be drinking away my feelings too. i just hate that it caused us to move here. the fucking middle of nowhere in las Vegas. why couldn't we have moved to someplace cool like New York? or just someplace where the sun isn't beating down on me like it wants to fry me and eat me for lunch. whatever, no point in being mad right now, i need to grab my keys and get to school. i go downstairs to see my mom passed out on the couch with a bottle of tito's and lifetime blaring on the tv. no time to worry about that now. i find my keys laying on the kitchen counter and rush out the door. i hop in my truck (well, my mom and me's truck) and head on my way to school. joining a new school three months into the school year as a junior, who knows nobody in this awful town shouldn't be hard, right? i look up on google maps where it is and learn it's only 20 minutes away from my house, not too far of a drive. gosh, its already 11:30am, i'm so fucked. i pull into the school parking lot and quickly run into the double doors at the front of the building. i spot the front office on my right and make my way in there, the small lady behind the desk looks up from her computer at me. "name?", she says like she's dealt with more late passes then she wanted to this morning. "Lucy Gardener, I'm a new student here and-", she cuts me off, "yes, miss gardener, you're a junior correct? here's your schedule and here's your late pass.". she pulls out a small green peice of paper from here desk drawer and writes, my name, the date, the time, and her signature on it before handing it to me. awesome, i'm gonna have to show up in the middle of class and stop the lesson to give this to my teacher. she reaches into the printer and gives me a list with my name on the top and a bunch of classes with times next to them. "right now you should be in....3rd period, english.", the lady said pausing to squint at her computer, "room 224. down the main hall and to your left.". "thanks.", i say stuffing my schedule in my bag and walking out of the office. i follow her directions and head down the main hall and to the left, until i see room 224. fuck, ok ok, just go in there, give the slip to your teacher, and pray he doesn't make me introduce myself to the class. i open the class door and immediately all heads turn to me. i can feel my cheeks burning red as i walk to the man in his mid 40s standing in front of the whiteboard. "sorry." i say handing him the slip and turning away to find a seat towards the back of the class room, just as i thought you may get away with say nothing else, he calls you back up front. "Lucy? you're our new student right? come up here and tell us a little about yourself please.", he says with a huge smile on his face. you've gotta be fucking kidding. i turn back to him and walk back up front. "hi i'm lucy, um i just moved here from New Orleans.", i hear slight laughter coming from two boys in the back of the classroom.

"can i go sit now?", i say turning towards the teacher. "well it's great to have you here lucy, i look forward to getting to know you, i think there may be a seat next to theo. theo, raise your hand so lucy knows where to go.". i see a tall boy with shaggy blonde hair raise his hand and realize it was one of the boys who were giggling. i walk towards the desk that the teacher was referring to, and see that it’s actually right in between the two boys that were giggling. how wonderful, this should be soooo fun. i sit down and immediately hear the blonde boy with glasses on my right giggling. damn, do i really look that bad today. the one with black hair is just staring so intensely at me, i feel his eyes burning holes in my head. i guess i came just at the right time though, cause about two minutes after i sit down i hear the bell ring. "anddd that's lunch.", i hear the teacher say as i stand up and grab my bag. i let out a sigh of relief, at least i can just go sit in the bathroom and look at my phone for the lunch period. i'm walking to the door when someone behind me calls out, "lucy!". i turn around to see the blonde boy with his mouth slightly open and the boy with black hair standing behind him smirking. "i-it's lucy right?" he says stuttering over his words. "yea. you're theo, right?", i say hoping that i heard the teacher correctly and didn't just call him the wrong name. "ding ding ding! and this," he pulls the boy with black hair in front of him like he's showing me a puppy or something, "is boris. he, well we, were wondering if maybe you wanted to hang with us during lunch? you know, since you're new.", theo says in a almost shy manner. do i want to have lunch with them? is it a trick? weren't they literally just laughing at me? if they didn't look so raggedy i would've guessed that they were two popular boys messing with me. the dark haired one, sorry, "boris", speaks up. "we have weed." , he said in a whispering tone.

i'm not sure because his voice was so low, but i think he may be Australian? that doesn't matter, they had weed, i need something to calm my first day anxieties. "i'm down, should've led with the weed." i say looking at both of them as theo looked at boris with a smile. boris walked in front of me, "follow me.". boris and theo led me out the school doors, into the parking lot, and to a beat down 1985 volvo. this looks sketchy i'm not gonna lie. the car is rusted, missing a headlight, and theo has to crawl through the driver side door to get to the passenger seat. let's just hope and pray they don't kill me and dump my body in the nevada desert somewhere. boris opens the back seat door for me and i crawl in, as soon as i'm in the car i know they're not lying about the weed. the smell is so strong that i imagine they smoke in this car everyday and don't know what air freshener is. boris gets in the drivers seat, shuts the door, and immediately opens the glove box. "shit bor, did you not roll another one this morning? it's gonna take me at least 20 minutes to get this shit done.", theo said holding a small baggie of weed, and a pack of joint papers. these kids don't even know how to roll a joint. i snicker, "let me see it.", i say holding out my hand. theo and boris looked at eachother suspiciously. "oh come on, let me see it i can get her done in 5-10 minutes tops.", i start making a "gimme" motion with my hand. theo hands the bag and papers over to me. it doesn't even take me ten minutes and im done. "here", i say, passing the joint to boris. they inspect it carefully until boris looks back at me and smiles, "nice job new girl.". i do a small bow, "thank you thank you very much, now light that shit.", i say looking at the lighter in theo's hand. theo hands the lighter over to boris, who starts to touch the flame to the tip of the joint and takes a long hit. he lets the smoke out, coughing as he does so. boris takes another hit then looks at me. he gives the joint to me with a grin, "new girl gets next hit, eh?", he says glancing over to theo. "that's fine with me man.", says theo, who's too focused on trying to get the radio to work.

boris hands the joint over to me. please please please don't let me get too high and embarrass myself God. i mean look, im an avid smoker, but after taking a break from weed for like 6 days because of all the moving shit i had to do, i’m definitely gonna get really fried. i take a long drag of the joint and hold the smoke it for about 7 seconds before exhaling with a sigh. "fuck that's nice.", i say passing the joint to theo and leaning back into the seat. "so new girl, where do you live?", boris says with a thick accent. "i don't really know the name of the street, i just got here last night. it's like desert something.", i say trying to remember what the street is called . boris raises his eyebrows as he grabs the joint theo's passing to him, "desert end drive?", he says before taking a long hit of the joint. "yea actually, that's where i am.". the two boys exchange looks. "no way, that's where we live." , says theo almost giddy with excitement. ok this is good. at least i have two people that smoke in my neighborhood. "do you live more towards the front of the neighborhood or the back?", theo says. boris passes me the joint and i take two quicks hits while they stare at me with anticipation. "way in the back, it takes like 3 minutes of me driving just to get out of the neighborhood.", i say shifting my eyes between the two of them. theo looks at boris as i hand him the joint. "i bet you're right by bor then.", he says smiling a child like smile. "oh shit that's nice.", i say trying to not look excited. i mean boris is cute. i don't really know him at all. and that accent, maybe it's just the weed talking, but that accent is so fucking sexy. "what's your accent?", i blurt out, not so shy anymore from the high i'm feeling. boris smirks at me, "i mean i've lived in a lot of places so i have little accent from everywhere, but the one you probably hear the most, is russian or ukraine maybe?", he says, "my english isn't perfect, potter says i miss words sometimes, but i do pretty well, eh?", he says taking the joint from theo. i let out a laugh, "dude you're so right, he does kinda look like harry potter!", which makes both me and boris burst out into laughter.

"hardy har har, soooo funny.", says theo trying his best to hold back a smile. we sit, passing around the joint and just talking and getting to know each other for about the next 15 minutes until all that's left of it is the filter. "i don't wanna go back in.", i say as the laughter dies down in the car from a stupid thing theo said. "well you're in luck, me and bor usually skip forth period anyways.", theo says turning his head to look at me and smile. "yes! come with new girl, will be fun. i have vodka at house.", boris says with excited eyes. "your parents won't mind?", i say, "nah, only live with my dad and he'll be gone for next few days.", says boris as he puts the bag of weed and papers back in his glove box. "alright, im down. but fuck, i'm way too stoned to drive right now, i haven't smoked for like a week cause of the move.", i say, remembering just how high i am. "give me your keys, im not too fucked.", says boris holding out his hand, "potter can drive my car, he does all the time.". i look at boris for a second, before pulling out my keys and placing them in his hand. trust me if i thought this boy was too faded to drive, i would not let him in my truck. but since i'm pretty sure he does this everyday multiple times a day i'm fine with it. especially since, i myself drive while im stoned all the time. well when im not in the middle of an involuntary week long T break i mean. boris hops out of the car and opens my door, extending his hand to me, as theo crawls into the drivers seat. i take boris's hand and hop out of the car. i say a quick thank you and let go of his hand before leading him to my truck. when we get to my car he follows me to the passenger side and opens the door for me. "such a gentleman." , i joke as i put a hand on my heart and hop in the car. "always a gentleman for a pretty lady.", he says back shooting me a quick wink then chuckling. ok he could so get it. i mean he called me pretty, he definitely wants it. no lucy...you two are joking around. he's being polite. don't think anything of it. boris walks to the other side of the car door and hops in the drivers seat, putting the keys in ignition. "let's go get wasted new girl.", he says to me with a smile as he puts the car in drive, and pulls out of the school parking lot. i have a feeling this is going to be fun..

part 2 will be out soon. let me know if yall fw this

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sinkix · 4 years ago

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- What your fav Haikyuu!! Character says about you│Karasuno edition -

Obviously these aren’t meant to be taken too seriously lol. I’ll probably make this into a series at some point where I include the other teams idk this took me way too long to do JWIDJQENWKJQFN WE’LL SEE. ENJOY! <3

2D men are infinitely superior I said what I said.

Hinata:

A sucker for motivational speeches or quotes and they always get you hyped up.

Very ambitious and positive despite frequently getting lost in life

Not as innocent as you seem but still a cinnamon roll lololol

You probably eat fruit as a regular snack n ppl judge you for it

Highkey a dumbass but in a very endearing way so people can’t help but like you

Summer is probs ur fave season

Definitely own several plushies and definitely get defensive about it

The friend people go to when they need cheering up.

You either go to bed at 8pm or 3am no in between.

Your texting style consists of several messages as opposed to one paragraph/sentence with the use of MANY emojis.

You 100% fuck with pineapple on pizza.

Got your head stuck in a cat flap that one time.

Have a hella low alcohol tolerance or don’t drink at all.

Hella clueless when it comes to people flirting with you, they have to hold a neon sign in front of you for you to get the message

“Oh you were flirting with me?” “I was every day for 5 months but thanks for finally noticing”

Definition of a tab hoarder, your pc/laptop frequently crashes because it can’t handle that many but you refuse to get rid of any.

Always get toothpaste stains on your shirt no matter how careful you are.

“Wait we had homework???”

Nishinoya:

You often get random bursts of energy outta nowhere or at 2am and have no clue how to handle it

You can’t help but head bang and scream the lyrics to your fav songs.

Probably have a hella diverse music taste.

Likely an active/outdoorsy person who either does sports or wants to.

Vvv loyal, type of friend you can call in the middle of the night and you’ll be there.

Chaotic good or Chaotic neutral.

You’re either one of the most responsible people in the room or one of the most fuckin chaotic and irresponsible lmao no in between it just depends on your mood.

Frequently pull all nighter’s and doesn’t even feel guilty about it

Chug soda like it’s water.

An extrovert or one of those introverts that are bat-shit once you actually get to know them.

You have zero shame, can and will run across the street stark naked for a cheeseburger and a can of sprite.

Like fuck yeah who wouldn’t for a burger and some sprite y’know??

Despite being a whirlwind you are actually a hella chill person to have as company.

You own a skateboard or want to.

Own at least one pair of converses or vans.

Probably have a bucket list or tons of future plans for travelling/adventures stored in your head.

You really want a dog and would call it something like Dexter or Human Destroyer 9000.

Likely have had several hair colour phases.

A slut for doritos.

You ate glue once as a kid and it was kinda okay and that fact still haunts you.

Tanaka:

Listen to rap more than any other genre and ur playlist is fire

Punched dry wall that one time

Probably have several piercings and plan on getting more

Prefer sports bras to regular ones.

Intimidates outsiders but your friends don’t take you seriously in the slightest lmaoaoaooa

Ppl find it hard to approach you but you’re actually super chill so you get sad

Definition of that Kanye meme “before you talk to me” >:( “after you talk to me” :)

Probably don’t trust people easily

Type of person that once you’re challenged/dared to do something they WILL do it regardless of how stupid bc you hate being called a pussy.

Went through a phase where you only listened to Eminem.

Probably is/was the class clown or wished they were.

You have virtually no patience and a pretty short temper lmao.

You’re a go-getter and hate being told you can’t do something

Definitely snuck out the house several times as a teen.

Walks barefoot outside a lot bc fuck shoes lol

The pairs of shoes you do own are mostly worn down sneakers you refuse to swap out.

You’re that asshole that wears socks with holes in for the sport of it and it doesn’t phase you in the slightest. (dw I do too lmaooao)

Could probably bench press someone’s dad

Enjoy’s drinking coffee.

Kageyama:

Such a picky eater bitch god damn.

Usually hella hydrated and judge people that don’t drink enough water.

Eats spoonfuls of chocolate nesquik powder when no one is looking I said what I said

You like stoic and Tsundere guys who have the outer emotional capacity of a brick wall.

You’re probably the same in that sense and don’t enjoy letting people know what you’re thinking/feeling

Poker face 90% of the time

Type of person to pretend not to find a joke funny but then crumble and start crying with laughter.

Probs an introvert

Once when someone asked you what you wanted for Christmas you responded “to be left the fuck alone” and it still applies to this day.

like fr you just wanna be left alone man but ppl keep bothering you.

You HATE it when people tell you to smile and quite literally take it as an insult.

Your bedtime is 9pm and you stick by it religiously

Always smell really good like damn what you got on??

The most you do with your hair if it’s long enough is throw it in a pony tail and call it a day.

Either have really nicely manicured nails or you’v chewed them down to the nub no in between.

You hate to admit it but you doubt yourself a lot and it really frustrates you.

Probably wet the bed a lot as a kid and you’re still salty about it.

lololol bed-wetter Kags lover

Audibly snorted typing that I’m sorry.

Probably had a ._. face reading that since ur usually hella unamused.

Cute awkward dork though behind that facade it’s just most people don’t see it.

So critical of yourself like chill

An earth sign or an Aquarius idc.

Do not know how to reciprocate a hug but desperately need one

When people flirt with you you somehow manage to make them intimidated with your responses and scare them off.

You called your teacher “mum/dad” once and you get Vietnam flashbacks to this day.

Daichi:

You probably have a daddy kink and lowkey daddy issues with it

Very supportive friend who has a lotta patience

Hella determined and humble.

Mostly wear black because it’s just much easier than colour coordinating and plus you just prefer the simplicity, but you’re pretty vibrant as a person.

The one who stays sober at parties to drive the others home.

Probably haven’t been in many relationships but still do enjoy romance.

seems stern but is actually very friendly and enjoy company bc you don’t like spending too much time by yourself.

Honestly just wants to chill out, go to bed and read a book.

A coffee connessieur but mostly just drinks instant bc ur too lazy to make it properly and just drink it black.

Very reliable.

Often get stuck with most of the work during group projects lololol

People frequently ask you for the answers to the homework/assignment and it really depends on your mood and how charitable you’re feeling as to whether you’ll lend it to them

Low-key a sadist.

100% Old soul

Despite this you are a fuckin dork and have quite an immature but really funny sense of humour.

You have a thigh kink.

Def grew up reading wattpad smut and most of ur sexual knowledge stems from that

probably prefer manga to animated versions

Absolute pro at winged eyeliner and looks v good in it.

Probably give lectures even without realising it.

Shamelessly watches the nature channel for hours on end and what of it.

Honestly just done with everyone’s shit lmao

Sugawara:

Either are the mom friend or the one the mom friend has to look after.

You vibe with pastel colours

Your fav season is either spring or autumn.

oversized hoodies and knitted sweaters are your vibe.

Enjoy drinking herbal tea

Likes the smell of rain and will purposely step outside after a storm and S N O R T the smell of damp concrete. (srry if ur from some dry ass place like nevada lmao it rains alot in the UK soooOOOoO)

Quiet but have a really creative imagination and has one HELL of a loud voice when they’re pissed off

like,, I wouldn’t dare get on ur nerves ion want my ear drums bursting damn.

Hoards flavoured chapsticks and scented lip gloss

Either did or still have your Harry Potter house in your bio and it was probably Hufflepuff.

Gives people advice that they are fully aware also applies to themselves but doesn’t follow it LMAO.

Listens to K-pop and several Korean and Japanese genres.

Played a dating sim once and you enjoyed it but ur still ashamed and refuse to ever talk about it.

Smells like lavender or something hella floral

Probably reads a lot of Yaoi and no one else knows but you.

Would 100% own a chinchilla

Read Killing Stalking and it messed you up for weeks.

Asahi:

The one who was trying to flirt for months and the other person never got the hint

Probably a really pretty crier and vibe with the mascara running aesthetic.

You tear up easily lol.

Probably a water sign.

Low-key a bad bitch though

Looks really good in red lipstick

That one person who’s v attractive but completely unaware and v insecure.

That one friend who seems so soft and innocent but can turn into a banshee when need be.

Crying is your therapy.

You overthink a LOT and it often stops you from achieving what you want.

Actually have a lot of willpower despite ur sensitivity.

Was def a pushover as a kid and still have a chip on your shoulder about it.

Hella artsy and day dreams a lot.

You attract broken souls and often get turned to when people’s problems need fixing yet you’re a total mess yourself

Listens to Girl in red while questioning your sexuality

which you do a lot.

You hate being put in a box or labelled.

Gave up on that hobby that one time and you really wanna get back into it.

Always have at least one hair tie on your wrist that’s basically an accessory at this point.

Own a phat ass fish tank with hella pretty fishes bro it’s such a vibe say hi to Nemo for me.

Yamaguchi:

Too scared to ask for extra ketchup packets so you get your friend to ask instead.

Probably have anxiety.

The time you stuttered once when introducing yourself frequently gives you cringe attacks.

Major animal lover and prefers them to people.

Talked to a tree once and it was a pretty cool experience.

Wear a lot of pink or cute colours and radiate babi energy.

Likely wear skirts

Wear those aesthetic planets necklaces and your tumblr is filled with space related art and themes.

Enjoy staring up at the clouds and figuring out what animal they are.

Has a lot of secrets that they probably tell to their cat.

dw ur cat isn’t a snitch they got you covered.

“meow”

yeah they definitely didn’t just try to reveal ur deepest traumas to your cousin.

If you don’t have a cat you probably would want one and would call it Mittens or sumn.

You’re whipped for freckles and anyone that has them instantly becomes 1000x more attractive to you

Either like 5′2″ or 5′10″ no middle ground

Definitely own a turtle or rabbit and if you don’t then you should.

Forgets your assignments but the professor lets you off because you’re so nervous they can’t scold you.

Oversleeps at least 2 times a week

Will not get up before 1pm on a weekend

Wall flower at parties but people still approach you bc you are so friendly and kind.

Social anxiety intensifies.

Always get’s called on in class when you haven’t been paying attention and it really troubles you.

Has a minimum of 3 blankets on your bed that you cocoon yourself in.

Tsukishima:

Your attracted to snarky assholes.

Sarcasm and insults are your form of flirtation and you get immediately turned off if they can’t take it or get upset.

Probably shy away from your feelings

Random flashbacks to embarrassing events frequently keep you up at night

Judge peoples fashion choices as they walk past you but actually have a really good eye for what works and what doesn’t.

You look like you have your shit together and you kinda do for the most part.

The quiet kid in class that’s listening to some loud ass screamo or rock n roll’ but ppl have no idea.

Definition of the glinting anime glasses pushed up your nose bridge cliche.

When you make a mistake you question all your knowledge and abilities but no one else knows that about you

Refuses to cry since you view your emotions as a personal weakness

If someone hugged you you’d get VERY uncomfortable.

Physical contact is not your forte

Probably a 5′0″ demon.

Would peg a man to assert dominance but you’re actually a lil bitch.

Knows the answer to the question they can’t solve.

Doesn’t study as much as they should but somehow still gets good grades.

Really likes french fries and the taste of strawberries.

Just wants to be left alone

Ennoshita:

The one friend that gets talked over and it really pisses you off but you’re too nice to say anything.

Seems really passive but can actually be hella confrontational when they wanna be

No tolerance for peoples bullshit

Really stable and just an overall reliable person.

People often forget you’re in the room lmao but it’s okay you’d rather listen anyway.

Actually has a really interesting mind and a lot to say but mostly keep it to yourself unless they’re your friend

Answered for someone else in attendance a few years ago and it still bothers you.

People often come to you to vent and you’re chill with it

Don’t stand out much but honestly it doesn’t bother you

Can and will get through an entire book/series in a matter of 3 days.

Quite a minimalist and organised for the most part

You look like you have your shit together and you def do.

Have a controversial taste in pizza.

You have more acquaintances than friends but the ones you do are a v tight knit circle.

Will re take a quiz several times till you get the character you wanted

Radiate Virgo and Libra energy.

Kiyoko:

Type of person to say “step on me” as a way of complimenting and you mean it literally.

Both a sadist and masochist

When someone tells you their not interested it just makes you want them 100x more and it frustrates you why are you like this.

Doesn’t compliment often but when you do it’s really heartfelt.

Looks like your silently judging people but in reality you really couldn’t care.

Just kidding you low-key judge them anyway.

Very picky when it comes to partners.

Independent but has random hella clingy moments.

Despite being quiet, you are capable of roasting a bitch alive if they test your patience.

Like I would NOT wanna get on your bad side

You could deadass send them to therapy, their emotions fenna need some aloe vera for that burn.

Just really calm and relaxed tbh so people enjoy being in your company even though you don’t talk much.

When you do though it’s usually something really interesting or funny.

You just don’t see the point in talking if what your saying doesn’t hold any value??

You hate small talk and would rather slingshot yourself off a skyscraper than partake in it.

Your face is easy to read and you make no effort to hide it.

If your in a bad mood they WILL know.

Look like your plotting someones demise or questioning life’s theories but in reality you’re really just thinking bout what you want for dinner.

Honestly just a sweetheart tbh.

Low-key have a staring problem.

Has really neat and cursive handwriting like who tf taught you that.

Yachi:

Frequently says something then panics that it could be misinterpreted

You overthink literally everything you have ever said and the actions you haven’t even committed yet

Really likes the taste of sherbet

Could cut a bitch if they needed to

You spend most of your money at Urban Outfitters and don’t regret it.

have an assortment of colouring pencils that ppl always try and borrow and never give them back.

You highlight the shit outta your papers and never read them again.

Really like the smell of peaches

Probably have a v interesting earring collection.

Hoard water bottles in your room and you feel majorly guilty about it.

The taste of honey disgusts you but you eat it anyway for some reason.

Somehow managed to burn rice and solidify soup.

You shouldn’t be trusted in the kitchen but you try your best regardless.

I feel like that applies to most things in your life

Like yeah you fucked it up but like you’re trying your best lol cmon

V tolerant of people but have zero time for fuckboys and shut them down instantly.

You frequently get the shakes from caffeine or anxiety

Or both.

You give really encouraging hugs.

Have no clue what you wanna do in life but it’s ok bby it’ll work out.

Takeda:

You’re a very underappreciated and underrated person and I love u

Probably an English/languages major

Really kind and outgoing but high-key mysterious

Actually has a phat fucking temper like damn where did that come from.

Won’t take no for an answer when you want to achieve something.

That one person people don’t realise is there listening to your conversations but you definitely are and now know Becky’s deepest darkest secret.

Fuck you, becky.

Wore contacts once and forgot to take them out for 3 days.

You wondered why your eyes were so itchy.

Your music taste does not match your appearance.

Probably watch a lot of crime shows and imagine you’re an investigator

Aced physics and chemistry.

More than likely an introvert with extrovert tendencies when you feel like it.

Actually quite temperamental but it’s okay since you’re a v genuine person.

Often debate getting a sugar daddy bc that income looking real tempting rn.

Honest to a fault at times but it’s something people come to appreciate about you.

Just really wanna sleep for 15 hours and sit in front of your laptop with some hot coco.

Ukai:

You like older men

The smell of tobacco and coffee low-key comforts you for some reason.

Peed in a bottle that one time while on a road trip and forgot to throw it out until you found it a week later.

You’re a slut for dyed hair and dudes with piercings.

You once got drunk and passed out on a spinning round-a-bout in a park and your friend still has pictures that you refuse to acknowledge.

Bi-curious and just radiate big Bi energy

Would experiment but you’re too hesitant.

Hates the taste of beer but drinks it anyway.

Just wants to be loved man I stg is that too much to ask.

Often wonder if your friends actually like you then realise you don’t really care anyway lmao.

You still love them though.

Tired of working over time and just wanna catch a break.

Amazon Prime is your best friend.

Random ass parcels comin thru’ each day and it feels like Christmas.

A very lonely and one-man party Christmas.

Stop spending your fucking paycheck.

Have a pretty dark/cynical but really funny sense of humour and you often make people laugh.

Have a big ass temper and people KNOW it.

Often fantasised about dropping out and becoming a stripper bc your patience was being TESTED.

Really likes money but who doesn’t tbh.

You radiate Chaotic Evil but keep it under wraps.

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thehikingviking · 3 years ago

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White Mountain and Whitecliff Peak from Chango Lake Road

Kathy Rich was on a quest to finish the Western States Climbers list, and I got an invite to join her on one of her few remaining peaks. To my knowledge, there is only one person who has finished this list at the time of this writing, so even getting close to finishing is quite the achievement. The peaks on this list were haphazardly chosen, but it does a good job of mixing peaks from various different regions throughout the West. There is a lot of overlap with some of the more popular Sierra Club lists such as the Sierra Peaks Section and the Desert Peaks Section, so if you finish those, you will probably be more than 80% done with Western States Climbers. For that reason, I personally am not really focusing on this list because I feel I will make progress on it by sticking to my normal routine. My main criticism with the SPS list is the clear L.A. bias, and this was one of the main issues that the creators of WSC list were trying to resolve. The peaks of the northern Sierra Nevada are poorly represented, however the Western States Climbers list addresses this by including many peaks unlisted by the Sierra Club in Yosemite and further north. Among these is a patch of peaks north of Sonora Pass on the east side of the Sierra Crest. In this patch were White Mountain and Whitecliff Peak, and I was happy to try them as a day hike from my cabin in Sonora.

Kathy invited Greg Gerlach and Larry Grant while I invited Mike Toffey, David Dully and Colin Gregory. Toffey is open to climbing any peak on the planet, so I expected him to join. However, I was surprised that Colin accepted the invite since he is quite picky with regards to choosing peaks. It seems that available weekends trump quality of peak now that he is a father. We were all set to spend the night at my cabin in Sonora and do the peaks as a day hike, but Kathy changed her mind at the last minute and decided to backpack. If I would have known this earlier, I simply would have chose to do a better peak, since social reasons motivated me to join this outing in the first place. With this change of plans, I expected to see the others only for about five minutes on the day of the hike, and that ended up being the case. I had planned the trip to the cabin with my family, so I couldn’t change plans so easily. At least I still had Toffey, Colin and Dully who were willing to join me.

Colin and Dully arrived at my cabin really late on Friday night, but at least PG&E didn’t wake me up in the middle of the night. It was a two hour drive from my cabin to the trailhead. We took Dully’s Jeep since I wanted to leave mine with Asaka back at the cabin. We passed through the gate at the Marine Corps Mountain Warfare Training Center. There was some confusion at first when they learned we were only passing through to go hiking. I guess we all look of military age. We then continued along the graded Forest Road 059 until our turnoff at Forest Road 062, which I believe is unofficially named Chango Lake Road. We got a little confused when we passed through a ski area, and some of the road was a little challenging for Dully’s 4WD vehicle, but we were able to drive to 9,400 feet due east of White Benchmark. Here there was a fork in the road, with one branch heading towards Chango Lake and the other leading to the ridge. We decided to start hiking here. We followed the road for a short distance and then it ended abruptly. We climbed up a steep section of forest and emerged on the open ridge above. Off to the south was Tower Peak, which Colin, Dully and I planned to climb less than a month later.

We found several shell casings throughout the day. I guess the Marines come up here sometimes to hone their skills.

Simply climbing White Mountain first would have shortened our day’s effort by a bit, but we wanted to climb White Benchmark as well for the sake of completion. The benchmark stood about a mile south of the peak, and looked to only require a very reasonable extra effort. For the first time in a while, I was not the most obsessive compulsive person in the group with regards to turning red dots green, so it was easy to convince the group to take my proposed route.

The ridge had a small rise which we had to climb over. Some light bushwhacking was needed in places, but this probably could have been avoided. Dully and Toffey took the lead up the mountain while Colin and I hung back. This gave us the opportunity to talk about our kids, but also to test a theory. Colin has a bad habit of getting very sick while hiking, so he tried talking less and hiking slower than usual. I supported this vocal moderation since it's a nasty thing that I’ve witnessed him deal with. Looking back, he did not end up getting sick on this particular day, so maybe we are finally onto something.

Dully and I started talking politics as we emerged out of the pine forest. Dully was strongly in support of forgiving all student loan debt. I challenged this proclamation by stating that such an act would be unfair as it would mostly benefit middle and upper class white people. Per EducationData.org, Caucasian students have the most cumulative student loan debt. Additionally, 45% of student loan debt is from graduate schools. I was accepted to UC Davis MBA program, but when the tuition came back at over $100k, I considered the return on investment versus the amount of debt I would be straddled with and decided not to go. Even after they came back with a $20k scholarship, I still felt that the tuition was not worth taking on, and passed on the opportunity. Perhaps I can consider graduate school if tuition prices get under control one day, but I refuse to go into unnecessary debt.

The last several hundred feet was a boring slog.

The others would beat me to the summit, but I was content to hang back and take my time. We had a long day ahead of us.

We had great views from White Benchmark. To the south were Tower Peak and Forsyth Peak.

To the southwest were Leavitt Peak and Sonora Peak.

To the northwest was Stanislaus Peak.

To the north was White Mountain.

To the east were Lost Cannon Peak and the Sweetwater Range.

With the higher summit still a mile further north, we took only a short break and continued along the ridge.

We went over an intermediate bump then continued to the true high point. There was a lone backpacker slightly ahead of us. We guessed he was section hiking the PCT and Colin was eager to ask him a million questions. By the time we arrived on the summit, he was nowhere to be seen. It's almost as if he vanished into thin air. Looking back towards the south was White Benchmark.

To the northwest were Stanislaus Peak and Disaster Peak.

The rock formations were very interesting on this summit. A lot of flat granitic rocks were piled on top of a base of red volcanic rock. I found a good sitting rock slightly below the summit and took a long rest by my lonesome. I felt fat and tired, and worst of all, we had a lot of off trail hiking ahead of us.

After our break, we continued north along the ridgeline. On some sections we eliminated unnecessary elevation gain by sidehilling, but this was slow and tedious. We found some gear laying around here, and I believe this is where the other summit party of Larry, Greg and Kathy camped the night before. We would find no running water along the ridge throughout the day, so I assume they had to melt snow in order to get water. The only time I’ve ever had to melt snow was on Mt Rainier.

We reached a broad plateau about a mile north of White Mountain. I did a time check and calculated that we would not catch up to the other group on the way to the summit of Whitecliff Peak. In addition, we would most likely be done very late in the day. I expressed my concerns to Dully, explaining that we still had 5 mountains to climb. There were two unnamed peaks with over 400 feet of prominence between us and Whitecliff Peak, and we would have to climb the unnamed peaks twice. At least we had long daylight hours.

Stanislaus Peak

After the long plateau we dropped into a little saddle. Another section of elevation gain for the return, I thought to myself. I picked my way through the trees, clearly lagging behind the others. I thought about the tortoise and the hare. In this case there were three hares ahead of me. They were full of spunk, and were even climbing the unnecessary subpeak of Point 10821. I considered reminding them to conserve energy, but as the slowest person, it felt improper for me to share advice. It was a long gradual ridge to the top of Peak 11000, and then an almost rude drop down to the saddle to the north.

I hiked up some sandy slopes to the top of the ridge, again finding myself in the back. The others met Larry Grant near the summit of Peak 10990. They chatted with him and then continued to the summit. At some point Colin voiced to the others that I looked like I was struggling, and conversely he was feeling great. A few minutes later I met Larry and learned that he was still recovering from Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever, and he decided to turn around since he was still rehabilitating. The good news was that Greg and Kathy had made the summit and were on their way back. I met Toffey, Colin and Dully on the summit of Peak 10990. We could finally see Whitecliff Peak about a mile further north.

The peak looked super cool and I was excited to be so close. I spotted Greg and Kathy down below cutting across the white section of ridge beneath us. I had to use the little boy’s room, so I ran ahead to find a nice bush. On the way I stopped to chat with Greg and Kathy. Unfortunately, our conversation lasted only a few minutes since my biological situation was getting dire. Toffey and I said our goodbyes and continued down the ridge. With shrubs all around and soft sand beneath my feet, I finally picked a spot to dig a hole and fill it back in.

By the time I was finished, Toffey had made some distance ahead of me, but Colin and Dully still hadn’t passed me. I looked back up the ridge and saw them both sitting next to each other staring at Whitecliff Peak from above. They are quitting, I thought to myself. This was very bizarre. Just a few minutes ago they were telling Toffey how strong they felt, and they were within a mile from the summit. At least Toffey was still getting after it. I followed his footsteps through the sand, trying my best to catch up to him.

I watched Toffey power up the steep sandy slopes ahead. He yelled down to me asking what Colin and Dully were doing, and I yelled back saying they were bailing. I looked back again and they still hadn’t moved from their perch. Toffey was speechless. Rather than dwell on negativity, we turned our focus back to Whitecliff Peak, which stood beautifully above us.

The next section looked intimidating, but I was ready to tap into my reserves. I powered up this section, putting all of my concerns about being too out of shape to rest. I caught up to Toffey on the upper portion of the peak. He was kind enough to wait for me. We examined the day’s turn of events, but remained puzzled. At least we would make the summit. To the east of the peak was Whitecliff Lake.

We transitioned from white rock back to red rock. The hike culminated with an easy class 3 chimney to the summit of Whitecliff Peak.

The ridgeline remained multicolored as it continued further north. Somewhere in the distance was Mineral Mountain.

To the east were Antelope Peak and Fish Valley Peak.

To the south was the flat top of Peak 10990.

To the southwest was Stanislaus Peak. It looked pretty cool from this perspective.

To the west were Dardanelle Cone and Disaster Peak.

To the northwest were Round Top, Tryon Peak and Highland Peak.

I felt pretty good. It was after 2pm but we were only a week away from the summer solstice. We decided to head back. Only two peaks left, I thought to myself.

The boot ski down the white, sandy section was done in a matter of seconds. Then we powerwalked along the ridge, trying our best to find the most optimal path.

I told Toffey that I would be intentionally slow on all the uphill sections, but he was kind enough to stick with me. Colin and Dully were gone by the time we reached Peak 10990. Toffey and I were still a little speechless about the earlier occurrence. We exchanged theories and made many comments in jest. I guessed that upon meeting Larry who had turned back, they began to question themselves and lost confidence. The main difference is that Larry was a 70 year old recovering from a serious illness while the others were two perfectly healthy young men in their primes. Climbing down and back up Peak 11000 was a bear. At least it was my last peak. I had a patch of service here and was able to call Colin. They decided to return with the others and were heading back to the car. I asked them if they could pick us up at the Silver Creek Meadow Trailhead and they agreed. That lifted my spirits.

We had one last little bit of uphill before reaching the large plateau from earlier. Toffey was seriously considering climbing Wells Peak as a bonus peak. I urged him on but in the end he decided against it. I called Asaka and told her to expect us at a later time. Needless to say she was unhappy. From the plateau we dropped down into the Silver Creek Drainage, hoping to pick up the trail at the bottom of the canyon.

We found a gentle cross country route down. There was a lot of bear sign, but we didn’t see any critters. Once at the bottom, we picked up a faint trial, however this disappeared as we continued down the canyon.

We would pick up the trail several times and then promptly lose it again. There was clear sign of human activity. I guessed it was mostly from ranchers running cattle up the canyon.

I must say that it was a very beautiful canyon, and I’m happy to have experienced walking through it.

We followed rocks in a line and blazes on trees, but there was not much of a method to their construction. In some locations these markers appeared genuinely random.

My feet started to hurt as we hiked the last couple of miles. My legs were also feeling pretty heavy.

We finally emerged at what I assume was Silver Creek Meadows.

We crossed the creek and finally picked up a proper trail. Towards the end of our hike, we ran into some pack outfitters.

It was a 16 mile effort from car to car for Toffey and me. To our delight, we found Colin and Dully waiting at the trailhead. I was a little concerned that they would be late or might not find the right way. Unfortunately we never saw Kathy, Greg or Larry again. It was a long 2+ hour drive back to my cabin. I was literally starving. Colin was insistent upon buying a soda, but every store along Hwy 108 was closed. Nonetheless, we had to stop at almost every convenience store, even if they were dark from the inside. To make matters worse, we took a wrong turn trying to find the cabin, adding an extra 10 minutes to our drive. When we finally got home, I was so weak and famished. Thankfully, Asaka had prepared lasagna for us, and I scarfed this down like a pig at its trough. It’s amazing how quickly I recover with a full belly. Daryn beat us back to the cabin. He did his own hike that day to Relief Peak, Molo Mountain and Kennedy Peak. As we sat on the porch, Colin was thrilled to report that he had no altitude sickness throughout the day, and for the most part felt great. Daryn subsequently asked why he decided to turn around then. The reason seemed to be that they were okay with their day and they can always come back and get Whitecliff Peak from the north. We didn’t really understand this reasoning, considering they were less than a mile from the peak, had only easy terrain remaining in perfect conditions and were physically fine. I guess we’ll just chalk this up as a peculiar circumstance.

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queen-of-deans-booty · 5 years ago

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The Devil You Know: Part One

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,466

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

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Before, you could understand Dean’s hurt at your betrayal of your family. Before, seeing him so upset actually made sense. Before, you were okay with him distancing himself from you. He just found out pretty upsetting news about how you killed your child without even asking him about how he felt. His feelings are validated, and you’re not trying to tell him they aren’t…

But enough is enough.

He’s taking this too far, and he’s crossing the line into dickhead territory. A part of you thinks he’s doing this just to get back at you like revenge of some sort, and the other half of you thinks this is how he truly feels still. The latter is winning, which is why you’re not taking drastic matters to try and force this upon him. If only he would just sit down and talk to you, then maybe you can start the healing process.

“Dean just listen to me!” you yell in the empty motel room.

If there are neighbors, they will surely hear this.

“I am done listening to you! I don’t want to hear another word out of you!”

“You’re being a fucking dick! Boo hoo, your feelings got hurt. Yeah, well, so are mine! You don’t see me throwing a fit whenever you walk into the room because that’s exactly what you’re doing. Forget us having a kid, you’re the fucking child right now! Do me a favor and grow the fuck up!”

Dean’s chest puffs out in anger at being called out on his bullshit. Yes, he does realize he’s being a bit dramatic, but how can he let something like this go so easily? He gives you a death glare and stalks over to you. It’s only when he gets an inch from you that he stops. His fists flex at his side, and he clenches his jaw in anger.

“Do it,” you say without hesitation.

“Do what?” he says in a low voice.

“Hit me. Punch me. Kick me to the ground. Do whatever you have to do. Whatever will help you sleep at night, right? Take your anger out on me because I know you want to. I can see it in your eyes.”

He stares deep into your soul, and behind the layer of anger and frustration, you can see the hurt and betrayal that’s left behind. He knows you can read him better than anyone else in the world which is why this hurts so much more. You know stuff about him that no one else does which is why this hurts so much more. He scoffs and turns away from you. He heads out of the motel room, letting the door slam behind him.

This relationship isn’t going to continue if things are like this. It’s up to you if you want to try and salvage it.

Following Pestilence’s trail is a lot easier said than done. He’s hitting town after town, and whenever you do get to it, you’re eating his dust. He’s infecting a lot of people along the way, but what you don’t understand is why he’s infecting people with things such as swine flu, colds, and other meaningless things. He has the power to unleash the Croatoan virus, so why isn’t he?

You can ponder on the unknown, or you can deal with what’s happening right here and now. Since Dean obviously wants to act like a child, then the only thing left to do is focus on the case. You’re at the hospital with the brothers talking with the head doctor who’s overlooking every case. In order not to contract the swine flu, you four are wearing doctor’s masks to block the infection from spreading to you even though your magic will protect you from it.

“Don't get me wrong, I'm glad the CDC is here, but what we really need is vaccine,” the female lead doctor says when she enters the main room where dozens of sick people are coughing and sneezing.

“You got that right,” Dean scoffs.

“Then, tell me, have you noticed anything unusual about the strain? Any signs of behavioral change, like aggression, maybe?” you ask her.

“Excuse me?”

“Have the flu victims shown any signs of, uh, homicidal tendencies?” you went in another direction.

“Uh, symptomatically speaking, we're looking at a relatively mild case of swine flu here. Probably add up to a miserable week off of work, and that's about it,” she chuckles nervously.

A male nurse approaches her with a clipboard, and she takes it to sign whatever paperwork is on there.

“So, nothing unusual?” Dean asks.

“A day and a half ago, we didn't have a single case. Now we're looking at over seventy—the infectious equivalent of a briefcase bomb. So, yeah, I might call that a little unusual.”

“Day and a half?” Sam whispers to you and Dean while she consoles with the male nurse.

“That's the same time those statues started crying,” Dean confirms.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

“What was what?” you chuckle nervously.

“Did you just say a bunch of statues started crying?”

“What?” Sam laughs nervously. “No. W-who would--”

“Who would say that, huh? Crazy people,” Dean cuts off his brother.

“Exactly.”

“Which we’re not,” you add.

“Just get us some vaccine,” she says and walks away.

Dean lets out a relieved sigh, and he’s the first one to leave the area. You look at Sam and follow him out to the car. You take off your doctor’s mask as Dean pulls away from the curb, and you slide to the middle. Your dad did want to be updated on what was happening, so you pull out your phone and dial his number. He answers on the third ring.

“Let me guess, another steaming hot pile of swine flu.”

“Yeah.”

“It doesn't make any sense, Bobby. Pestilence touched down here. I'm sure of it,” Sam sighs.

“My question is,” you voice your thoughts, “why is he infecting people with stuff like the flu when he has the power to deliver the Croatoan virus? I don’t get it.”

“It doesn't matter what the sick son of a bitch is doing. What matters is this is the fourth town he's hit—that we know of—and we're still eating his dust. Did you get anything? Maybe about where he’s headed?”

“No pattern we can see,” Sam answers.

“Okay, well, as far as I can tell, he’s headed east so head east.”

“East?” you, Sam, and Dean say at the exact same time.

“Bobby, we're in West Nevada. East is practically all there is,” Dean sighs.

“Yeah, well, you better get to driving,” he says and hangs up.

You put your phone away and slide back to your side of the seat. It’s better for you to be directly behind Dean so he can’t look at you while he’s driving. Sam’s got a better view of you than his brother. It’s weird to say, but ever since the secret came out, Sam has been very caring towards you. He knows how hard this is for you and Dean, and he’s trying his best to make sure he doesn’t make it any harder. Right now, you consider him your only friend since it’s clear Dean doesn’t want to be yours.

“Say,” Crowley’s rough voice comes from next to you, “I’ve got an idea.”

Dean slams on the brakes and swerves the car to a screeching halt. When the car finally stops moving, you and Sam go after the demon together. He uses Ruby’s knife, and you use your magic. However, Sam stabs the leather seats because Crowley is gone.

“Did you get him?” Dean pants.

“He’s gone.”

“Fancy a chat?” Crowley knocks on the back window with a smile. All three of you exit the car immediately, and Crowley backs away in fear Sam might actually kill him. “You’re upset. We should discuss it.”

“You want to talk? After what you did to us?” Sam yells.

He’s more pissed about Crowley than you are even though Ellen and Jo are just as dear to you as they are to him.

“After what I—what I did to you?! I gave you the colt!” Crowley shouts.

“Yeah, and you knew it wouldn't work against the devil!” you yell.

“I never!”

“You set us up. We lost people on that suicide run—good people!”

“Who you take on the ride is your own business! Look, everything is still the same. W-we're all still in this together,” the demon chuckles nervously.

“Sure we are,” Sam nods.

He attempts to stab Crowley again, but he teleports behind him. Sam looks around for the demon, and when he spots him, he starts to head over to him.

“Call off your dog, please,” Crowley begs.

Dean puts his arm out to stop Sam, but you can tell he’s close to snapping.

“Give me one good reason.”

“I can give you pestilence.”

“What do you know about pestilence?” you ask.

“I know how to get him. That's got your interest, doesn't it?”

“Are you actually listening to this?” Sam gasps when he gets a good look at his brother’s facial expressions.

It’s not ideal, but the sooner you get the keys, the sooner Lucifer gets put back in the cage.

“Sam—”

“Are you fucking nuts?”

“Shut up for a second, Sam!”

“Shut up, the both of you!” Crowley butts in. “Look… I swear... I thought the colt would work. It's an honest mistake. It's all part of the learning process. But nothing's changed. I still want the devil dead. Well… onething's changed. Now, the devil knows that I want him dead. Which, by the way, makes me the most buggered son in all of creation.”

“Holy shit,” you gasp as if you suddenly came to a realization. “We don’t care.”

“They burnt down my house! They ate my tailor! Two months under a rock, like a bloody salamander! Every demon on hell and Earth's got his eyes out for me! And yet... Here I am… Last place I should be, in the road, talking to Sam and Dean Winchester and Y/N Singer, under a fucking spotlight!” he gestures to the streetlight above, and it explodes. “So, come with me. Please. Do you want the horsemen rings or not? Yes, I know all about that. Shall we?”

“Lead the way,” you sigh in defeat.

First Dean and now Crowley. You can’t catch a break.

Apparently, Crowley lives in an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere. It’s a step down from the mansion that you and Jo broke into a few months ago. If he’s on the run, then he’ll want low profile places like this one. You’ve been in his shoes, actually, so you know what it feels like to go from something so “luxurious” to this.

“Here we are, my life on the lam. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Single-pane glass, used contraception in the fireplace,” he flicks his hand at the fireplace and the logs go up in flames. “The water damage alone—”

“My heart's bleeding for you. Now, how do you know about the rings?” Dean interrupts.

“Well, now… I've been keeping a close eye on you lot.”

“We got hex bags. We're hidden from demons,” Sam points out.

“All but one,” he motions to himself. “That night you broke into my house, our first date, my valet hid a tracking device in your car. It’s a magical coin that easily trumps your little bags o' bones. It allows me to hear things, too—and, my, the things I've heard. So, you want to cram the devil back in the box? Cunning scheme. I want in.”

“You said you could get us pestilence,” you keep him on track of why you’re really here.

“Now, I don't know where pestilence is per se. But I do know the demon who does. He's what you might call the horsemen's stable boy. He handles their itineraries and their personal needs. He's who you want, believe me. He'll tell us where Sneezy's at.”

“Well, how do we get him to spill? Rip out his toenails?” Dean questions.

“No. Nuts at his pay grade don't crack. We bring him here, then I sell him.”

“Sell him?” you scoff.

“Please. I've sold sin to saints for centuries. Think I can't close one little demon?”

“Fine, where is this demon of yours?”

“I’ll lock in his location, you get ready. It’s going to be one hell of a fight,” he chuckles.

He leaves the room, and you and Dean get the duffel bags ready. You two still aren’t talking, and Sam can see how this is going to be played. It’s either he talks to either one of you or he becomes a middle ground for your fighting. He doesn’t want to deal with the fighting, so he opts for the former.

“Why are we even listening to him, Dean? This is totally insane.”

“I don’t disagree,” he shrugs.

“What other choice do we have, Sam? We’ve gotten nowhere on our own, so I think it’s time to bring in some outside help. We have no clue where Death and Pestilence are. Crowley does,” you whisper the last part.

“She’s right,” the demon says when he enters the room. “One big happy family, are we, then? Fantastic.”

“You ready to go?” Dean asks him.

“Yes. Sam, keep the home fires burning.”

“Excuse me?” you stop him.

“Sam's not coming.”

“And why the hell not?” Sam gasps.

“Because I don't like you, I don't trust you, and oh, yes, you keep trying to kill me!”

“There's no damn way. This isn't gonna happen!”

“I’m not asking you, am I? Because you’re not invited. I’m asking you two,” Crowley points at you and Dean. “What’s it going to be?”

Since this is in regards to the case and the fate of the world, you and Dean make eye contact as if you’re considering this. He doesn’t hold it long, and he passes it to Sam who keeps it a lot longer than you did. Crowley takes the silence as his answer, and he backs away slowly to give you three more time to change your minds before he’s gone for good.

“Gentlemen, lady, enjoy your last few sunsets.”

“Wait,” Dean stops him. Sam looks at him like he’s crazy, but it’s the only choice we have right now. “We’ll go.”

“Sam, we have no other choice,” you say as you follow him.

“She’s right. What can I say? I believe the guy,” Dean shrugs.

“Just stay warm, okay?” you offer and leave with the two men.

Being with Crowley is a lot better than being alone with Dean because who knows what might happen if you two are unsupervised.

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cruecifymesixx · 5 years ago

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Love and Leather /part seventy two/

Word Count: 7.6k

A/N: Thx for being patient with me while I try to sort out my life! enjoy! any and all feedback is appreciated!

Warnings: language

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“Get your finger out of my nose.”

Nikki’s boyish chortle ringed through my ears. I closed my eyes and leaned back against the seat as I attempted to doze off again. “Come on. The passenger is always supposed to stay awake during road trips. What if I don’t see something that’s in my blind side?”

“Then I guess we die.” I mumbled as I put the hoodie back over my face, only for Nikki to tug it off me, “Sixx, just let me sleep. I got us all the way through California and halfway through Nevada. Do you even have a clue how boring driving through the desert was?”

He sighed before giving up, “Fine, fine. You can nap just like Ari too.”

I mumbled a thank you before I started to drift off while listening to country music attempting to come through the static of the radio, “And stop eating all my jerky.” I snatched the bag out of his lap when I heard the crinkle of the plastic.

“Yeah, take a nap. You’re getting cranky.” Nikki chuckled as he rested his hand on my thigh. I closed my eyes again, placing my hand on top of his.

“You’re gonna love it. Fresh air and no smog. No traffic. No outrageous stores for you to spend money. Just you, me and Arianna. Maybe we can go on a hike. Ari’s gonna love it.. Tom has a few farm animals.” I pretended to be fast asleep as Nikki sighed and took his hand away from me.

“I’m gonna stick my finger up your nose again if you don’t wake up.” Nikki warned, it wasn’t even a warning as he was already doing it.

“Nikki. Stop. I don’t know where your hands have been.” I said, smacking his hand away from my face. I brought the chair up as I gave up on trying to sleep.

“Let me stick my finger up your nose again so you can get a whiff and figure out where it was this morning before we left.” Nikki quickly dipped his hand between my legs, mine closing on instinct and my hand reaching for his wrist.

“You’re such a pig.” I laughed, “Just focus on the road.” I took his hand and placed it on the steering wheel, “Ten and two Nikki.”

I noticed we were driving through a small little town, seeing a sign saying Jerome, Idaho. Population 7,000. “I feel like I’m going to get dismembered out here.” I mumbled to myself as I saw people walking down the sidewalk and staring at Nikki’s fancy Chevy truck.

“Well Miss, a pretty little thing like you might. I wouldn’t be reckon you go out after dusk.” Nikki joked in his best country accent.

I blinked once and we were already out of the what I believe is Main Street and we started driving down a dirt road, “He lives in the middle of nowhere?” I asked as Nikki chuckled.

“Doll, we’re in the middle of nowhere already.”

Green pastures and old run down houses were scattered around with cattle grazing in the fields. It kinda reminded me of Texas but more desolate and less hot too.

“Nikki, is he even going to like me?” I questioned, looking over at him as he scratched his chin hair.

“Well, he’ll like you more than Brandi that’s for sure.” He took a sip of his water and cracked a smile, “Yes, Van. Tom is going to like you. Shit, he practically knows you. I mentioned you years ago, before we were even together.”

“Oh...so he met Brandi? How come she got to meet him but me meeting him took this long?” Nikki rolled his eyes before mumbling under his breath.

“Don’t even start that.” He glared over at me, “No, Brandi didn’t meet Tom. Tom just said I was making a horrible decision marrying her and that it wouldn’t last and that I was a dumb ass. Haven’t spoken to him since before her and I got married, up until like a week ago when he called to see how I was doing and now we’re here.”

I chuckled, “I think I like him already.”

Nikki turned onto a dirt road, dust and rocks being kicked up behind us. I heard little groans before looking over my shoulder, “Are we there yet? I need to go potty.” Arianna spoke softly as she let out a yawn.

Nikki glanced at Arianna through the mirror, “Yes pumpkin. We’re almost there. Just hold it in.” Nikki looked over at me, “Cause daddy just got the seats steamed.” He mumbled as I chuckled a bit.

“Mom! Look at the horsies! They’re like grandpas!” Arianna chimed as she kicked the back of my seat excitingly.

“Yes baby, I see them.” I chuckled, watching as Nikki pulled onto a loose gravel road and drove us down before we were parked outside of Tom’s house.

Clothes were hanging on the line, blowing softly in the wind as I looked around the property. It seemed run down but at the same time still taken care of, “You lived here?” I asked Nikki when he opened up my door followed by Arianna’s and helping her out of his truck.

“Yep, off and on until I finally went to California.”

I stepped out only to land in a mud puddle and clutch on to Nikki when I started to slip, “Told you to wear boots.” He teased before looking towards the door when it opened up.

“You parked there on purpose, dick face.” I muttered as Nikki side eyed me with a playful grin.

Arianna came over and held my hand as Nikki walked ahead of us to greet Tom first. Nikki looked small compared to him. He was tall with a beer gut and a white beard, “He has a big nose like daddy.” Ari told me as I looked down at her.

I laughed quietly before hushing her and walking to the front steps.

“Hey Tom.” Nikki hugged him tightly as Tom patted his back, “Nikki, it’s good to see you. How are you?”

Nikki stepped away from Tom, “I’m good. Real good.” He turned around and motioned for us, “Tom, this is Vanity and our daughter Arianna.”

I smiled nervously as Tom looked at me, “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.” I stuck my hand out for him to shake, he wiped whatever was on his hand on his blue jeans and shook it.

“My uncles name is Tommy.” Arianna peered up at him as she giggled and stuck out her hand. Tom smiled down at her and gently shook hers too.

“And I’ve had to hear all about you too and never gotten the chance to meet ya. What the hell is up with that Frankie? Didn’t I teach you better than that?” Toms laugh and smile was contagious as I looked at him and then Nikki.

“I don’t know.” He laughed a bit and rubbed the back of his neck, “She’s made me chase her for a while.” I wrapped my hand around Nikki’s bicep.

I looked over at Tom, “Don’t let him fool you, I’ve had to chase him too.”

Tom crossed his arms over his burly chest, “Maybe a bit too much chasing if you two got a kid.”

I felt my face get warm, “Can you blame me?” Nikki laughed as he kissed my cheek and wrapped an arm over my shoulders, “I thought we’d stay for a few days, if that’s alright with you?”

“Sure! You know you are allowed to come here as much as you like. I’ve done a lot with the place since the last time you were here. I’m sure Arianna would love to explore the area and see the animals I got on the land.” Tom explained as he held the door open for us.

“Mommy, I gotta go...” Arianna squeezed my hand as she danced around.

I chuckled, “Tom, where’s the bathroom?”

“Ah, just down the hall and to the right.” I nodded before leading her down the hall before letting her into the bathroom and leaving her.

I walked back out to the living room as Tom offered me a bottle of water, “I’m sure the three of you are use to spas and five star hotels. But I have a spare bedroom down the hall that I think will fit everyone comfortably.” Tom explained as I looked around the living room and all the 1960s decor that was everywhere.

“Oh, no worries. I’m sure we will be fine.” I glanced at all the trinkets laying around and the pictures on the wall, “Was this yours and Nonas house?”

Tom sighed a bit, “Yeah, it was. It used to be more decorated when she was around but I try.” He looked around the house, reminiscing as he shrugged it off and went to the kitchen.

I watched as Arianna made herself at home and climbed up on the couch with her doll. I walked along the wall seeing the old time photos of Tom and Nona. There was even a few of Nikki when he was younger.

“I am sorry it has taken so long to meet you. Nikki has always spoke so highly about you, Nona too and all the stories about living here.” I explained as Tom sat down on the recliner.

“It’s okay. Frank-excuse me, Nikki, him and I have always butt heads at times. It sometimes takes months to a year for someone to pick up the phone and call. Wish she was still around to meet the little one, she knew he’d make a wonderful father once he got his act together. Same with him getting sober, wish she could’ve seen that too.” Tom explained to me as I sat down next to Arianna, she laid her head in my lap and I ran my nails through her brown waves.

“Yeah, he’s a bit stubborn sometimes but he is such a good dad to her, they have so much fun together.” I glanced over at him, “He’s doing well on his sobriety. I am very proud of him. I know he did slip up a few times while I have been gone, but he’s good now. He has a few drinks here and there but nothing like before, thank god.” I chuckled a bit.

Tom nodded, “Good, I’m glad to hear that. I wouldn’t want her going through what Deanna put him through. She really messed him up...more than what he lets people know...” Tom stopped talking when Nikki came in the door with our suitcases.

“I thought I told you to pack light.” Nikki scowled as he put the bags on the floor, “Shits heavy, V.”

“Sorry Sixx.” I grinned as he rolled his eyes before picking the bags up again and going down the hallway.

“Anyways, little miss...do you want to go see the horse?” Tom questioned Arianna but she looked at me for permission. I nodded and she got off the couch and stood in front of Tom.

“My grandpa Theo has three horsies.” She held up her fingers as Tom acted impressed.

“Wow sugarplum that’s a lot. I only have one, is that okay with you?” Tom asked as Arianna nodded, “Yes! That’s fine! Can we go?”

Tom scooted her back as he got off the couch, “Come on Arianna. You can give him some snacks.”

I followed behind Tom and Arianna as she walked beside him and told him all about Theo and Betty’s ranch. I looked around seeing some chickens in the coop as well as a few goats too.

“So what do you think?” Nikki came up behind me, throwing his arm over my shoulder and walking with me.

“Of what?”

He chuckled, “Tom? The house? My entire childhood being out on display.”

“Oh, uh Tom seems very nice already so I’m wondering what went wrong with you.” I smirked, batting my eyelashes at him as he rolled his eyes and kissed my forehead, “The house is cute, very um...it’s what I expected. And well, your childhood is nothing new to me.”

Nikki pointed ahead as I looked over and saw Tom lifting her up and letting her stand on the metal gate, “I’m glad she isn’t being shy with him.” He expressed as I agreed.

“Now his name is Ronnie he’s a bit young still but don’t let him scare you alright?” Tom explained to Arianna.

“I’m not scared.” She said in a matter of fact type of tone as Tom laughed whole heartedly and handed her some hay to give to Ronnie.

“Is he trained enough to ride yet?” I asked as Tom looked over at me and shook his head.

“No. Still bucks and thrashes around. Do you ride horses?”

I shrugged, “When I was younger yeah, not so much anymore. Too much of a hassle when I have this one.” I smiled, gently squeezing Arianna’s sides as she giggled and screamed, “And this one too.” I nudged Nikki before wrapping my arms around his torso as Nikki straightened up and put his hands on his hips.

“Glad you kids still love each other...now don’t be scared darlin just stick your hand out and he’ll come to you. Hey boy! C’mere.” Tom whistler for the horse as it trotted over to them.

“Give me a kiss.” I told Nikki as he looked down at me, stiff as a board as he shook his head. I raised an eyebrow as I glided my nails up his sides, making him flinch.

“Quit it.” He laughed, wrapping tattooed arms around my shoulders before giving me a sweet little kiss on the lips. I quickly turned around when I heard the chains rattle and Tom catching Arianna from falling off the gate and onto the dirt.

I exhaled deeply as Nikki chuckled, “Thought we don’t panic? Isn’t that what you told me in New York?” I swatted his chest.

“I don’t want too.” Arianna mumbled as she stepped away from the gate, “He’s mean.”

“Okay, we can try again tomorrow. Do you want to see some goats? They’re funny.” He guided her over to the goats as they thrashed around and were kicking a tin can.

“I don’t want them.” Arianna stared at them as a little black goat charged at her through the gate and hitting the wooden post, sending her screaming and running to Nikki almost in tears.

“Okay, alright.” He picked her up, trying not to laugh and held her, “Come on be a big girl. It’s just a little dumb billy goat.” He kissed her cheek and rubbed his hand up and down her back.

“I think someone’s tired.” I said to her as she rubbed her eyes and looked at me, “Am not.” I smiled at her when she wrapped her arms around Nikkis neck and laid her head on his shoulder.

“I can get supper ready so she can get some sleep. I’m sure being in the car all day is tiring for her.” Tom suggested as we started walking back to the house, “Just hang tight and it will be ready in a jiffy.”

Nikki plopped down on the couch with Arianna laying on his chest. I kicked off my shoes and sat down next to him, “How long are we staying?” I questioned, resting my head on Nikki’s shoulder and seeing Arianna fighting being awake and falling asleep.

“Just through the weekend. Thought tomorrow maybe we’d go into town and I’ll show you around. There’s this mom and pops diner I think you’d like it and an antique store for me to check out. Why? You ready to leave already?” Nikki joked, tilting his head to the side and kissing my forehead.

“No.” I laughed a bit, “Was just curious, that’s all. I’m not going to antique store with you, I’ve done it and it’s boring. You take forever.”

Nikki smiled at me, “I take forever?”

I nodded, “Yes, remember that one antique store we went to outside of Thousand Oaks? We were there for almost two hours because you wanted that mirror that’s in your office but couldn’t decide between the oak or the mahogany but you ended up picking out the cedar instead.”

“Two hours? Princess, I’ve followed you around in a mall and carried your bags for almost an entire day and I still took you to get your manicure done after. So I don’t want to hear about taking forever.” Nikki grinned as he adjusted Arianna in his arms, her legs sprawled over my lap.

“You’re the one that offered to do all of that for me.” I shrugged it off and closed my eyes before opening them and glancing at Nikki.

“Because I love you.”

*Next Afternoon*

“Whose that with Tom?” I asked Nikki as we pulled up in front of the house. Tom and some other guy were doing some work to the fencing to keep the goats in.

Nikki sighed in annoyance as he pushed his sunglasses up to the top of his head, “I don’t know.” He spoke fast as he got out of the car, “Come on Ari.” He helped her out as he handed me the lunch we had brought back for Tom.

“Go give this to Tom, please.” Nikki spoke, glancing at Tom and the other guy one more time before going inside with Arianna.

“Okay...” I muttered before pushing hair out of my face and walking over to them, “Hey guys.” I smiled when they turned their head to look at me.

The other guy looked at me up and down, “Well Tom, when did you get such a pretty lady?” He questioned, lifting up the bottom of his dirt stained white shirt and wiping his face.

“Oh that’s Vanity. She’s here with Frankie visiting from Los Angeles.” Tom explained as he wiped the sweat off his brow.

“This is for you. We stopped and got lunch and figured you’d be hungry. If I knew you had a guest we woulda brought something back for him too...It’s nice to meet you.” I handed the bag over to Tom while sticking my hand out.

“Troy.” He gently took my hand after wiping the dust off on his Levi’s, “I help Tom with repairs around the house.” He glanced over at him, “Didn’t mention Frankie was back home and didn’t mention such a beauty would be with him.”

I smiled cheekily, “Thank you. Yeah Nikki and I wanted to come up here so I can meet him and so his granddaughter could meet him as well. What are you guys working on?” I motioned to all the tools and looked at the goats.

“Oh that stupid little black goat tried to get through the fence again so we’re just reinforcing the wire and the posts.” Troy explained to me as he sat down on a rock and took a sip from his water.

“Mommy, daddy asked if you can come inside to help him.” Arianna reached for my hand and tried tugging me with her.

I looked towards the house and saw Nikki standing at the window like a fucking weirdo waving for me to come over to him, “Go tell daddy it’s too nice to be inside. Babe this is Troy, grandpa’s friend.”

Arianna hid her face behind my leg and whispered a shy hello to him, “He’s mean.” She said, pointing to the black goat that was thrashing around.

“Yeah, he’s a mean one. I keep telling your grandpa to get rid of him or to have some goat meat.”

There’s just somethings you don’t tell a child.

“What?” She said looking at him and then at me, “But grandpa said he wouldn’t!”

Tom chuckled as he patted the grassy patch next to him for her to take a seat, “I’m not sweetie don’t worry. He’s just a little special that’s all.”

I nudged Arianna to get off my leg and go to him, “It’s so nice of you to help Tom out. Do you know Nikki? Or Frankie I guess since he’s known by that name here.” I asked Troy as he chuckled and nodded.

“Oh, I know Frankie. Well Nikki I should say. We use to go to school together when we were younger.” He explained to me as I carefully sat down on the grass next to him, holding my sundress down.

“It’s so weird to hear everyone calling him that. What was he like in school?”

Troy shrugged as he leaned back a bit, his palms supporting his weight, “Uh, he was really strange and angry.”

Huh, nothing’s changed.

“Me and him got into a few schoolyard scraps, nothing serious though.” He chuckled a bit and rubbed the back of his neck, glancing over at me, “Yeah I’m sure it’s weird hearing everyone call him Frank or Frankie. But it’s not surprising that he got big and famous and came back with a chicks name.”

My eyebrows raised in surprise, “Oh...well...he did wear some pretty high heels but I think Nikki’s a boys name.”

“And he wore make up.” Troy pointed out, “Always had to be different, I mean, obviously it worked out so more power to him.”

I looked at that arrogant smirk he had going on, “There’s nothing wrong with being different, and yeah, it did work for him. It worked well for him.”

I heard incoherent grumbling and heavy footsteps kicking dirt as I turned around to see Nikki walking over, “Oh hey Frankie!”

I saw Nikki rolls his eyes and he made no point to hide it, “Troy, nice to see you.” Nikki spat out as he scowled at me.

“What?” I asked in a confused manner but he shook his head and ignored me.

“Nice to see you too, bud. And your cute girl. I guess playboy wasn’t pretty enough?” Troy laughed a bit, Tom even grinning a bit as well.

“Yeah man, actually she wasn’t. And yes, my girl.” I looked away from Nikki’s glare and started picking dandelions out of the yard.

“Lucky you. Come back from the dead and still get all the chicks.” Troy laughed again before getting up and brushing off his hands, “I gotta get back to work. It was nice chatting with you sweetheart.” I smiled politely but didn’t say anything in return.

“Yeah, that’s a little crooked..” Nikki smirked, pointing at the fencing as Troy picked up the hammer and looked at Nikki.

“Thanks.” Troy rolled his eyes before turning his back to us. I looked at Nikki and the prideful smile he had on his face.

“You’re like Ricky. He’s our gardener.” Arianna said to Troy after poking his shoulder, “He makes the flowers pretty.”

“Babe, just leave him alone. He’s working.” I told Arianna as Nikki held his hand out and helped me up from the ground.

“Yeah? Is your dad too scared of getting his hands dirty?” Troy laughed as Nikki’s death glare was dead set on him.

“Daddy has money. You don’t.”

I let out an audible gasp when Arianna said that. Nikki on the other hand started cracking up in hysterics, “Arianna.” I reached for her wrist as she giggled, “It isn’t funny. You don’t say stuff like that- Nikki stop laughing.”

“Nice kid you’re raising Frankie.”

Nikki shrugged, “Yeah, she gets it from me. But kids know when people are dicks. So stop acting like we’re still children because I have no issue taking that hammer and shoving it between your teeth.”

“Okay boys. Knock it off.” Tom spoke as he pulled himself up, “Just go inside Nikki.”

I wrapped my hand around his bicep and tried pulling him with me, “Yeah and you still have the same anger issues from mommy leaving. Go on and go play dress up while the men work.” Troy continued to antagonize Nikki.

“Not in front of Arianna.” I muttered to Nikki as he sighed and nodded, “Nice to see you Troy.” Nikki grumbled before grabbing my hand and pulling me along with him.

“Nice meeting you beautiful.” Nikki stopped and attempted to turn back around, “Just leave it.” I muttered as I dragged him along the path.

“Daddy! Look!” Arianna ran up handing Nikki a yellow flower. He deeply exhaled and smiled down at her.

“Thank you pumpkin. I’ll cherish it forever.” He took it out of the grasp of her little fingers and stuck it behind his ear.

“That’s a cute look for you. I think the next show you should do it. Show the world what fatherhood has done to you.” I chuckled a bit and leaned into him when he loosely slung his arm around my shoulders.

“You think so? Maybe instead of the spikes and chains we’ll do flowers and sparkles. We’ll start a new trend for bands.” Nikki thought out loud as I laughed.

“That’s a big difference compared to devil worshipping.” I told him, making him shake his head and kiss the side of my cheek, “So Troy is a childhood bully?”

Nikki exhaled deeply, “Yeah, he was. Him and his friends use to pick on me and beat me up when we were kids. I was a scrawny little thing compared to them. Took any chance he could to torment me. But I find great satisfaction in knowing he never did anything with his life or left this town.”

“It’s his karma. But you aren’t scrawny now, and you could probably kick his ass twice.” I reassured Nikki as he nodded.

“Yeah, maybe it is his karma.”

I slid my hand down his arm before intertwining our fingers together, “You know, I always thought you would’ve been the bully in school. You just come across as it because of all your issues and what not.”

Nikki chuckled and looked at me, “Really? No, no, I was a nice kid. But I was only nice if you were nice to me. But I was picked on by pretty much everyone because they thought I was different.”

“Huh, well when I was in school I wasn’t really the bull, but I did have a mean and nasty streak. Lots of mean looks and sometimes I would mouth off to a teacher or two. But nothing too serious.” I explained to him, “You know, actually I did make a girl cry once because I told her nobody loved her.”

“Jesus Christ, V.” Nikki laughed, giving my hand a slight squeeze, “The mean girl persona would totally fit since you were a cheerleader and prom queen.”

I shrugged, “Me becoming prom queen was due to the student body voting for me. So, really, that shows how well liked I was.”

“Glad you had a good time.” He rolled his eyes at me before moving me in front of him and wrapping his arms around my waist, “But I’m sure I coulda got my hands on you. Probably would’ve taken you out to the football field and under the bleachers.”

“I wasn’t too big on giving back to the misfortunate youth when I was younger, so you probably wouldn’t have had a chance Nikki.”

*later that evening*

I stared down at the slab of meat in front of me. Red, bloody, and covered in onions. I dry swallowed, feeling my stomach churn. I glanced over to Nikki and saw he was already chomping down on it.

“Something wrong with my cooking?” I looked across the table at Tom as he arched an eyebrow.

“Yeah, it’s still mooing.” I said to him, seeing Arianna smile and laugh while eating her Mac and cheese. Her Mac and cheese I’m about to eat for myself.

“Mooing?” Tom clarified as I nodded.

“Babe, don’t. Just eat it. It’s not going to hurt you. It’s good.” Nikki chimed in as he wiped his face with his napkin.

“Oh, you’re one of those people.” Tom laughed time himself and continued eating his raw steak.

“I just like it well done, burnt almost…do you have something else to eat? Maybe a salad?” I asked sweetly, seeing him exhale before he got up and went to the kitchen.

“You’re being a brat.” Nikki whispered to me as I scoffed in return.

“You know I don’t like my meat raw.” I whined as he shook his head.

“I beg to differ.”

I scowled at him as he blew me a kiss, “You’re disgusting.” I glanced at Tom when he came back to the dining table, putting down a plate of lettuce and tomatoes on it. He put down a bottle of ranch too, “Do you have Italian? Maybe raspberry vinaigrette?”

Tom looked like he was at his wits ends with me, “Just order yourself a pizza. There’s a twenty on the counter.”

Nikki glared at me, shaking his head as I forced a smile to Tom, “No this is okay. I’m just being picky.” I mumbled as I started eating the salad.

“I’ve been so wrapped up in catching up with Nikki, I have yet to even talk to you about anything. I can tell you’re from the south. The southern draw comes out with some of your words.” Tom questioned.

“…Comes out more when she’s angry and yelling.” Nikki added on before taking a sip of his soda.

“Dallas, Texas born and raised. People usually thinks it’s an accent from one of the Carolinas but it’s not. And yes, it does come out more when I’m yelling at Nikki.” I stuck my tongue out at him as he scratched his chin with his middle finger.

“Well that’s pretty neat? Your folks still around?”

I smiled, “Yes, but just my mom though. My dad died when I was younger. Mom runs the business.”

“Business?”

“Her precious oil.” Nikki rolled his eyes as he took another bite of his food. I chose to ignore his comment.

“An oil company. A lot of exporting of oil around the world. My great grandparents started it, passed it down to my grandfather and then my dad and now my moms running it and after my mom it will probably be my brother.” I explained to him as he glanced at Nikki and then back at me.

“Well why not you?” Tom asked? Genuinely surprised as I chuckled.

“Not my thing. Too much paperwork and meetings and numbers. I’ll just spend the money the company makes.”

“Smart girl.” Tom laughed, “So what took you to California?”

I shrugged, “Uh, had to get away from my psycho ex fiancé. So I moved and started working at this diner and that’s how I met Nikki.”

“At the diner?” I nodded, “Yeah, he was a customer. Was really rude too because he got his ass kicked prior.”

“I did not! He got one good shot at me and that was it! I laid him out after.” Nikki defended himself as we both laughed at him, “I won that fight.”

“Okay Sixx.” I glanced at him as he shook his head, “And then I became friends with Nikki and the guys and now I’m here.”

“Thank you for sparing me the gory details about Nikki’s partying. I don’t think I want to hear about it.”

“You don’t.” Nikki and I both said at the same time, making one another smile, “It’s very, very gruesome.”

Tom glared at Nikki, who in return shrugged with a huge grin, “Save it. Due to the young ears that are listening, and because Nona will roll in her grave.”

“Yeah, she would. She’d come haunt me in my dreams.” Nikki chuckled a bit before his smile faded.

“I miss her too Nikki.” Tom spoke softly to him as Nikki nodded and continued eating his dinner quietly.

I knew Nikki regretted not being able to go to Nona’s funeral due to him being completely out of it and so wrapped up with heroin. I remember the day he found out Nikki, Tommy and I were all coming off a coke binge, and Doc had came to Nikki’s house in Van Nuys and told him to give a call home to Tom because Tom couldn’t get a hold of Nikki to tell him his grandmother wasn’t doing to well. So after digging and jumping through hoops, Tom was able to get ahold of Doc. Nikki didn’t even cry. He just told Doc to get out and we continued our binge up until when Tommy went home to Heather. Then Nikki dragged out the needles and I told him to get rid of it, he said to fuck off and I went home. The usual story, ya know?

“Do you have any photo albums? I would love to see some pictures of Nikki.” I asked Tom as he smiled and pushed his plate away from him.

“Tom, please don’t bust out the pictures. She’s going to laugh at me.” Nikki groaned as he grabbed our plates and took them to the kitchen. Bopping Arianna on the nose as he went by her, “Ari! Tell mommy we don’t want to see them!”

“Mommy, daddy says we don’t want to see them.” Arianna repeated as I chuckled, “Thanks baby, but I want to see some funny pictures of daddy, don’t you?” She nodded feverishly and climbed out of the chair and onto my lap.

“You know, she looks like him a bit when he was her age.” Tom pointed at Arianna as he handed a white album to me.

“So that’s why her forehead is so big.” I laughed, wincing a tad when Nikki walked by and tugged on my hair.

“Watch it, Blackwood almost Sixx.” He smirked and sat down as I started going through the album.

“I always knew we’d make good looking kids.” I told Nikki as I pointed at the picture, “That’s daddy when he was a kid, just like you.”

I flipped the page, covering my mouth with my hand to keep my laughter in as I stared at a picture of Nikki with big ‘ol glasses and a shaggy bowl cut, “Oh my…”

Arianna giggled, “Daddy! You look funny!”

Nikki rolled his eyes, “Sixx! Look at you!” I covered my mouth to keep my laughter in, “You looked like such a nerd. I guess you weren’t prom king at your high school.” I cackled and closed the album before wiping away a fake tear, “I probably wouldn’t have talked to you. Maybe to help with my math home-“ I couldn’t control my laughter as he had a mean look on his face.

“Yeah, yeah just laugh it up. I wouldn’t have talked to you in high school anyways. Not with that bratty and snobby attitude.” Nikki grumbled as he snatched the photo album away from me.

“You know you love it. Or you wouldn’t be dealing with me.” I responded in a sickeningly sweet voice as I reached across the table and grazed my nails over his forearm. Nikki grinned before enveloping my hand in his and kissing it.

“Well I’m gonna hit the sack. I thought maybe tomorrow we could go on drive in my truck and I take you kids to the lake. Maybe teach Arianna to fish and have lunch up there.” Tom suggested as I glanced at Nikki and he nodded.

“That sounds wonderful Tom. I’m sure Arianna will have a blast. I’ll make breakfast in the morning and-“

“Like hell you will. I’ll make breakfast in the morning so we don’t get food poisoning before we go.” Nikki blurted out as I took my hand from his.

“Don’t be a dick.”

“Daddy don’t be a dick!” Arianna started squealing and laughing.

“Ari! No baby! Don’t say that!” I quickly corrected her as Nikki cracked up in hysterics, “Goodnight Tom.” I muttered to him as he deeply exhaled and headed to his bedroom.

“Arianna, no cussing. Or I’ll wash that mouth out with soap and you aren’t gonna like that one bit.” Nikki threatened in what I believe is him finding his stern dad voice.

“Sorry…” she mumbled, giving us her cheesiest smile possible.

“Let’s just get you ready for bed. We have a long day tomorrow.” I told Arianna, shaking my head and following after her.

A little while later, after Arianna demanded a bubble bath, combing out her hair and getting her dressed and to bed she was finally falling asleep. I slipped on my sweats and a fitted shirt before laying down in the bed next to her.

“Love you mommy.” Arianna muttered, putting her hand on my forehead. I chuckled and pinched her cheek lightly, “Love you more princess.” She pushed my hand away and covered her head with the blanket. I flipped on the tv, turning it to a low volume before deciding to watch some late night re runs.

Nikki came in, pulling off his shirt and digging through his suitcase for a pair of shorts to wear after. He groaned before laying down on his make shift bed on the floor beside me, “I told you there’s enough room for you up here.” I whispered to him as I watched him grimace in discomfort, “And your back is gonna hurt in the morning and you’ll be complaining all day how stiff your back is and how much I need to give you a massage.”

He smiled at me, “You know how I sleep. I need the room to stretch out so I’ll stay down here. I’m fine doll.” I rolled my eyes before grabbing his hand and tugging him, “Come on. I’ll scoot over.” I whined, hearing his deep sigh as he got off the floor. I moved to the middle of the bed, careful not to bump into Ari as Nikki laid down. He lifted his arm up as I curled against his side, head on his chest and my leg draped over his.

“See? That’s a lot better, isn’t?” I sighed into his skin, pressing my lips against him before running my fingers up and down his sternum.

“Mhmm.” He mumbled as he started to play with my hair, “I love you.” Nikki whispered as he kissed the top of my head.

“I love you too, Nikki. Thanks for bringing us here.” My eyelids started getting heavy when the tips of his fingers ran over my scalp, “Tom’s really cool. Cooler than my grandpa.”

His chest vibrated when a low laugh rolled out, “Anytime doll. Toms cool, but Nona is way cooler. You would’ve loved her.”

I propped myself up for a moment as he adjusted so he could look at me, “I love her already, for doing such a fine job at raising you.” I cupped his cheek and kissed him softly before laying back down and falling asleep.

*Next Morning*

I woke up in a panic with Nikki rudely, and roughly shoving me off him. I watched him go across the room to grab his phone, “Nikki, turn it off!” I groaned, grabbing the pillow and putting it over my head. I heard him answer it, his voice ecstatic.

I then felt tiny little fingers poking my back, “Mom. It’s morning.” Arianna whispered right in my ear, “Yes, and it’s early go back to sleep.” I mumbled, turning my head to look at her, “Just another hour.” I closed my eyes until she stuck her finger up my nose, “Arianna, don’t be like daddy.”

“Yes! Oh my god! That’s great news Allen! Yes! Of course I can get back to California soon! I’ll let you know when I’m in the city! Bye Allen!” Nikki sounded way to chipper.

“Van!” Nikki jumped onto the bed, wrapping both me and Arianna in his arms, “They found us a singer! Isn’t that great! Daddy doesn’t have to stop making music now!” Arianna clapped for him.

“Come on! Get your lazy ass up, Van! We gotta get back to Los Angeles! If we leave now, we can get there by six maybe seven tonight! And I can get to the studio and meet with Allen so we can set up a time to meet with this guy.” Nikki was over the moon as he got off the bed and spun Arianna around.

“Nikki, it’s too early. The band can wait. We haven’t even finished our trip and we have plans-“

“Who cares about the plans! It’s the band, Vanity! Aren’t you happy?!”

I looked at him, “Well, yeah I’m happy for you Sixx but-“

“But what?” He chuckled and put Arianna down, “Go pick out some clothes.” Nikki put on a shirt and leaned over to give me a quick and rather rough kiss, “I’m gonna go wake up Tom to tell him we’re leaving and gotta cut the trip short.” I touched my lips when he left the room just to make sure they weren’t bleeding.

I sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing my eyes and glancing at the clock, it was only five in the morning. I got out of bed and walked over to Arianna and helped button her pants and put her shirt on, “I don’t want to go yet.” Arianna pouted a bit as I forced a smile.

“Me neither angel, but daddy has to get back to work. You know, the music and what not.” I explained as she put on her little jacket and I zipped it.

“What are you doing? Get dressed Van, come on.” Nikki laughed as he came back into the room and started stuffing clothes back into the suitcases, “Actually just wear that. We’re gonna be in the car all day anyways.”

“Nikki.”

“I’ll take the bags out to the car and check all the fluids.”

“Nikki.”

“Arianna, go potty so we don’t have to stop for a while.”

“Nikki!”

He finally looked at me, like I had grown three heads, “Nikki, she needs to eat before we do anything. You need to calm down. Los Angeles and the band isn’t going anywhere, so just relax.” I told him as he scoffed.

“Arianna, are you hungry?” He asked her as she shook her head, telling him no, “We’ll stop and get breakfast and snacks later. Now come on let’s move that cute ass and get to the car.” Nikki moved behind me and gave me a light push.

I saw Tom, yawning and brewing a pot of coffee as he rubbed his face, “A nice little alarm system you got there.” He grumbled as I was about to speak up but Nikki beat me too it.

“Sorry Tom! We gotta go like right now. We don’t have time for coffee and breakfast.” Nikki picked up Arianna and took her outside.

“Tom, I’m really sorry we’re leaving in such a rush. I really wish we could stay.” I told him as he brushed me off and poured himself a cup of coffee.

“Babe, come on!” Nikki came back inside, grabbing the rest of my bags, “Princess, we gotta go-“

“Nikki! Fucking stop!” I shouted at him as he was taken by surprise and took a step back from me, “I know you’re happy about Allen finding you a singer, but Jesus Christ, say bye to your grandfather!”

Nikki put the bags down and rubbed his face, “Right, right. Sorry.” He mumbled before going over to Tom and giving him a big hug, “Thanks for letting us stay.” He let go of him and grabbed the bags again, “I’ll be out in the car.”

Unbelievable.

“It’s okay Vanity. It was like this years ago too. He’d come for a few days and leave all of a sudden. It’s alright. Just tell him to call me every once in a while and that I love him.” Tom came over and gave me a hug as I patted his back, “Hope to see you and Arianna again.”

I smiled at him when he pulled away, “Of course. We’ll be back. Maybe in a few months or so.” I rolled my eyes when Nikki started honking, “Thank you Tom. It was a pleasure to finally meet you.”

I gave him one last smile before walking out the door and to the car, scowling at Nikki when I got in, “What?” He asked confused, laughing a bit before turning on the radio.

“Nothing.” I rolled my eyes as I buckled up and waved bye to Tom, “Bye grandpa! Love you!” Arianna yelled to him while rolling down the window and waving.

“We’ll come back in a few months babe, don’t worry.” I turned my head to look back at her as she nodded.

“Well not if Mötley is gonna be on tour. We’ll be on the road and I’m not leaving you two at home by yourselves.” Nikki told me as I stared at him.

“And when did we discuss this?” I questioned, as I watched him grip the steering wheel a bit tighter.

“We didn’t. I’m not leaving you two behind while I’m on the road. I wouldn’t feel right with being away from you two for so long. She’d love it and I already know you love being on tour with me.”

I chose to keep my mouth shut. We have hours upon hours to drive and it won’t be good if we were arguing. I couldn’t believe he was acting like this over something he doesn’t even know is going to happen in the first place! I felt so bad for leaving Tom high and dry like that. I’m sure he’s lonely without Nona and with having a rockstar grandson whose always coming and going wouldn’t help matters as well.

I rolled my eyes and looked out the window. Who the hell does he think he is for deciding what we’re going to do if and it’s a big if he goes on tour again. I’m not going to rip Arianna out of school just so she can watch Nikki beat on a guitar for two hours every night.

I shoved Nikki’s hand off me when he gripped my thigh, “Don’t touch me.”

And so it begins again.

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“Pirate’s Plunder”

Nevada indulges the reader and decides to surprise her with a little pirate fantasy. This could be read as a stand-alone piece but it’s actually a sequel to my Nevada piece- “Fifties Fantasy.” Sorry it took me over a year to finally get to it and forgive my crappy rhyming. 😳

NSFW—Like super NSFW—There’s rough sex, nipple clamps, orgasm denial, spanking, bondage, and a little name calling (kinda got carried away with our dirty trash can) ❤️

Also I think I use this gif in every Nevada fic I have because HELLO, have you seen it?! The sinister smolder 🤤

Nevada’s unexpected surprise had thrown you for a loop—records management, projection data, fiscal year reports—that’s what you should have been focusing on, but instead your eyes kept wandering over to the black velvet box and that cryptic message in a bottle. Grabbing the bottle in question, you popped off the cork and pulled out the note, re-reading it for what must’ve been the hundredth time that afternoon.

Wear this when I plunder your booty -Captain Nevada

A shiver shot down your spine. You crossed your legs, already feeling your core begin to pulse with need, knowing your boyfriend never half-assed anything. Go big or go home was his life motto. Whatever he had planned up his sleeve, you knew to expect the unexpected.

Just when you were seriously contemplating leaving the office early to go home, your co-worker, Emma, approached your desk. “Hey, Y/N. A bunch of us were going over to Keybar after work. Wanna come with?”

“Thanks, but I have plans tonight with my boyfriend,” you replied.

“Ah yes, the elusive boyfriend.” Emma gave you a knowing smile. “Would this have anything to do with that mysterious package you got today?”

You blushed and pushed up the bridge of your dark-rimmed glasses. “Maybe.”

“Well, have fun tonight. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” She winked and walked away.

One agonizingly slow hour later, it was time to leave. You all but leapt from your chair, snatching up your coat and purse and sprinting to the elevator. “Have a good weekend!” you called out over your shoulder.

You exited the building only to discover yet another surprise, Nevada’s driver, Manny, waiting for you next to a black SUV Escalade. “Manny, what are you doing here?”

“Nevada called me. Said I should come pick you up.” He opened the door to the backseat and motioned for you to get inside.

A sigh blew past your lips. You may have been the girlfriend of Trujillo, but your independence was important to you and Nevada knew that. “Thanks, Manny. Pero I’m a big girl and I can take care of myself. Home’s just a few blocks away. I can walk.”

Manny chuckled and shook his head. “Nevada thought you’d say that. He told me to give you this.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope.

You knitted your brows in confusion and opened the envelope to find a note. The note looked similar to the one you had received that afternoon. The paper had burnt edges and looked to have been dyed with coffee or tea, giving it an aged weathered appearance. Upon reading the letter, that familiar tingle reappeared from earlier.

Ahoy there, Mami. A treasure hunt there be. A treasure to find that you’ll want to see. Stop being stubborn and get in the car with Manny. Otherwise, I’ll have to whip your hot fanny. He’ll take you to the next clue at the dock. And then you’ll be one step closer to my cock.

You shoved the letter back in the envelope and got in the backseat of the car, looking expectedly at Manny. “What are you waiting for? Vámonos ahora!”

“Por supuesto, we’re on our way.” Manny shut the door for you before getting in the driver’s seat, the tires screeching against the pavement as he pulled away.

*****

You stared out the window while Manny was driving, surprised that he was heading east towards Kip’s Bay. Nevada had several warehouses by the docks at North River Piers which was on the opposite side of Manhattan. You had assumed that’s where Manny was taking you. Instead he pulled into a place called The Water Club on the East River, an exclusive property where celebrities, politicians, and socialites would dock their yachts.

“We’re here,” Manny said, parking the car.

You looked around, completely stunned. “This is where I’m supposed to meet Nevada?”

“Not exactly.” Manny got out of the car and opened the back door for you. “That is where you’re supposed to meet Nevada.” He pointed to a large luxury yacht. The three storied, sleek yacht took up almost half the dock. The vessel was jet black with silver accents and decorative blue auxiliary lighting, giving it a glowing, sexy, and somewhat sinister appearance. If Nevada were to have a yacht, there was no question that this would be it. Several people dressed in evening gowns and tuxedos walked past and gaped, speculating as to who the owner was.

In awe of the behemoth of a ship, you practically stumbled out of the car and was greeted by an older man with a friendly face dressed in a white captain’s uniform. “Ms. Y/L/N?”

“Y-Y-Y-Yes,” you stammered.

He smiled and extended his hand. “I’m Captain Matthews. Mr. Ramirez is expecting you. Won’t you please follow me?” You shook his hand and followed him, ignoring the hushed comments and shocked faces of passersby.

“Have fun, Y/N,” Manny called out before getting back into the car and driving away.

You boarded the yacht and were greeted by another member of the staff. “Ms. Y/L/N, welcome aboard the Black Pearl.” You bit back a laugh. Of course the ship was called the Black Pearl. “I have a message for you from Mr. Ramirez,” she said and handed you a note rolled up and tied with a black ribbon.

Your hands were shaking as you undid the ribbon. Unscrolling the note, you saw it was another clue.

Welcome Aboard! Keep looking for clues, but don’t get stressed. You’ll find another when you get dressed.

“Perhaps, you’d like to freshen up,” the crew member said.

You looked up from the note, realizing you were still in your office attire. “Oh...ummm I didn’t bring anything with me.”

“Don’t worry. I think we have something in your size,” she reassured you with a wink. You smoothed down your modest pencil skirt and adjusted your glasses before following her down a long corridor.

Your pace slowed as you took in your surroundings—dark cherry wood with gold finishings, marble floors, luxe gold and blood red pillows adorning the furniture. Never in your life had you seen such opulence. The staff member stopped in her tracks and cleared her throat, waiting for you to catch up with her.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, quickening your steps.

She smiled and opened the door to a large dressing room with floor to ceiling mirrors and a vanity. You saw your suitcase along with your toiletry bag in the middle of the room. “I’ll let you change. I believe there’s an outfit for you in the closet.” She closed the doors behind her.

Once you were left alone, you went over to the closet and slid open the door to find a short, skimpy pirate costume dangling on a hanger. One thing that Nevada found beguiling about you were your fashion choices. During the day, you were demure, modest, almost prudish. Today for example, you had opted for a sweater set and pencil skirt with glasses and your hair swept up in a bun. But by night, you transformed into a sultry siren, choosing short, skin-tight dresses, high heels, and bold makeup.

When Nevada first met you at one of his clubs, you were wearing a short red mesh dress with panels to strategically cover your more private areas. “Have to leave a little to the imagination,” you said to Nevada with a flirty smile when he remarked on your dress. The next day he stopped by your office to invite you to lunch and nearly walked past you, doing a double take at your turtleneck and floor length skirt. “I’m a woman with many facets. I can dress like a mousy librarian or be a wanton vixen if I want to be,” you explained. And just like that Nevada was hooked.

After changing, you looked yourself over in the mirror once more. Nevada had chosen an extremely short yet virginal white peasant dress with a sweetheart neckline, lace trim, and bustle. Complimenting the dress, was a black leather corset that pushed your breasts up practically to your chin, thigh-high black leather boots. You had also put on a tricorn pirate hat and the large diamond necklace that he had given you earlier. Swapping your glasses for contacts, you did a sexy smokey eye makeup and let your hair down in loose waves.

In the mirror’s reflection, you spied another rolled up note on the vanity. Unraveling the black ribbon, you unscrolled the paper and read the clue.

Fuck, you hot. Now hark me a fable. There once was a clue who hid by a table.

As if on cue, there was a sharp knock on the door. “Ms. Y/L/N. If you’re finished changing, I can take you over to the dining area,” said a voice from outside the dressing room.

Your pulse was racing as you followed the crew member to the dining room. Every step you took meant you were one step closer to Nevada. The crew member stopped at a doorway and motioned for you to step inside before abruptly leaving. You nervously entered the dark, empty room. One wall on the opposite side was made entirely of glass reflecting the city lights of the Manhattan skyline, casting shadows against your skin.

Nevada was nowhere in sight. That’s when your nostrils were filled with a familiar scent. That smoky, earthy, somewhat sweet scent of a cigar and suddenly you realized that you were not alone. You turned and saw a shadowy figure sitting in the far back corner of the room. There was a red glow from the burnt end of a cigar and smoke billowing around.

That shiver that had been following you all day, once again shot through your core. “Nevada?”

Nevada stood up and stepped out of the shadows, flicking on the lightswitch. “Ahoy there, Mami.”

Very few things in life rendered you speechless and Nevada’s appearance was definitely one of those things. He was dressed in brownish gray breeches, suede black leather boots with a large bell cuff, and a weathered white linen poet shirt, ripped open to reveal his chest, his gold cross glinting against a smattering of chest hair. Over top of the shirt was a faded aubergine waistcoat layered with a red sash and a leather belt around his waist. A wide red bandana was wrapped around his head along with a tricorn leather hat. He even had an earring and wore smudged black eyeliner.

A heat began to pool between your legs. “You look so—”

“Sexy, handsome, ridiculous,” he said with a smirk as he approached you.

“All of the above and then some, minus the ridiculous.” You shook your head in disbelief, Nevada made one hell of a pirate.

He held you at arm’s length, licking his lips as his eyes raked over your form. “Turn around for me. Slowly.”

You bit your lip and blushed, following his command. Nevada groaned and grabbed your hips, pulling you flush to his body. “Mami, you make me wanna shiver my timbers.”

You snorted a laugh and rested your forehead against his chest, your whole body shaking as you tried to contain your giggles, even Nevada began to laugh. “Oye, don’t joke. I’m getting into character and shit.” He lightly fingered the diamond necklace clasped around your neck. “You look so—“

“Alluring, titillating, smoking hot.” You looked up at him and batted your lashes.

“All of the above”—he leaned down and ghosted his lips over yours— “and then some.”

You hopped on the table and spread your legs, revealing that you weren’t wearing any panties. “Want a little appetizer before dinner?”

Just then a bird squawked. Peering over Nevada’s shoulder, you saw a large gold cage with a bright green parrot inside. Squawk “Fuck her brains out!” Squawk “Fuck her brains out!”

You arched a brow. “Looks like the parrot gets it. What do you say, matey?” You sucked on your index finger and trailed it down your body, rubbing soft circles on your clit.

His eyes darkened. In an instant, he reached out and pulled your hand away from your center. Kneeling down, he spread your legs even further apart and kissed a path up your inner thigh. You threw your head back and sighed, “Oh, Nevada.”

He hummed in approval, sucking a mark on your tender flesh as his mouth moved closer to where you needed him the most before he stopped his ministrations.

“Wha-,” you breathed. “No. Why did you stop?”

“Dinner first,” he said, standing up.

You gripped his shirt and tugged him closer to you. “Don’t you want me,” you whined, kissing and nibbling every inch of his exposed skin your lips could reach.

He gripped your chin and tilted your head up to meet his gaze. “Careful, Mami. You’re playing a dangerous game,” he growled before kissing you hard on the mouth, his tongue tangling with yours, drinking you in. All too soon he stopped with a teasing grin on his face. “Besides, you’ll need your strength for what I have planned.” He moved away to pull a chair out, motioning for you to sit.

You pouted but obliged him. He sat down next to you as a waiter came in with a rolling cart, setting a plate down in front of you and then Nevada. “Grouper. Why am I not surprised,” you softly said, looking down at the delicate fish simmering in a bouillabaisse.

“Why not? We’re on the water. Seems appropriate.” Nevada shrugged and sipped his whiskey, watching the waiter pour you a glass of wine. More focused on your breasts than the wine glass, he nearly poured the wine into your lap. “Eyes back in your head, cabrón or I’ll scoop them out with a spoon and turn them into earrings for her,” he barked at the man.

You cringed. “Coño, Papi. Do you have to be so graphic?” Taking the wine bottle from the shaking waiter, you softly smiled at him. “I think I can pour my own glass. Thank you.”

Nevada rolled his eyes as the waiter scurried away and raised his glass to you. “Cheers, matey.”

You giggled and clinked your glass with his. “Cheers.”

It was one of the most romantic and interesting dinners you ever had—soft lighting, a breathtaking view, and a drop dead sexy pirate as your date. While the food was delicious, you were more interested in what Nevada had in store for you afterwards than the actual meal. How many times do you get the chance to fuck a pirate?

“What’s the hurry, baby? We’ve got all night,” he teased, amused by how you were scarfing down your food. But underneath his cool demeanor, he was just as excited to get you in the bedroom. His cock had been hard from the moment he saw you in that skimpy pirate wench outfit.

“I’m done,” you announced, pushing your plate away.

“Paciencia, Mami. What about dessert?”

“You could have me as dessert.” Sitting up from the table, you walked over to Nevada and straddled him, gasping when you felt how hard he was under his breeches. “Looks like I’m not the only one who’s impatient,” you purred, grinding against his erection.

He groaned and rested his head back against the chair, giving into you for a moment before gripping your hips and halting your movements. “Not so fast. You still have one more clue.” Reaching into his waistcoat, he pulled out another rolled up slip of paper.

Still sitting in his lap, you hastily unscrolled the paper and read the clue:

Well done, Mami. You’re moving ahead. A secret is written where ye go to bed.

“By any chance do you know where the bedroom is?” You wrapped your arms around his neck and planted a searing hot kiss on his lips, running your hands underneath his shirt.

“How about I personally escort you there,” he mumbled between kisses. “Hold on tight.” He gripped the backs of your thighs and stood up from the table with you in his arms. You squealed in surprise and wrapped your legs around his waist, kissing down the slope of his neck, sucking a mark into his skin as he carried you to the bedroom.

*****

Nevada braced you up against the door, his mouth latched onto yours as he turned the knob and walked inside. “Welcome to my Captain’s quarters,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows. The bedroom—like the rest of the yacht —was massive and luxurious with a sitting area and a four poster king size bed. He sat you down on the bed’s red satin sheets next to a small treasure chest. “Go ahead and open it.”

Upon opening the chest, you pulled out nylon rope, diamond embellished nipple clamps, and a sleek black vibrator. You looked up at Nevada with lust-filled eyes, your arousal already peaked at the mere thought of what was to come.

He gave you a wicked grin. “Don’t forget the note.”

Peering inside again, you noticed a slip of paper nestled in the chest’s velvet lining. You took it out and giggled when you saw what it read:

Aargh, so you found it. I’m piratey-proud. As a toast to your courage, I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll scream out loud.

“Piratey-proud,” you teased. “En serio?”

Nevada rolled his eyes. “Oye, you think it’s easy coming up with all these clues. Coño only so many words rhyme with cock. And just remember one thing.” He got up from the chair and reached for your arm, pulling you off the bed, your body pressed against his. Brushing your hair back from your shoulder, he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “You may have been on a treasure hunt, but you’re my captive. ¿Me entiendes?”

A shaky breath blew past your lips as you nodded your head. His grip on your arm tightened. “I need you to use your words,” he growled, his nose skimming the delicate slope of your neck, breathing in the scent of your perfume.

“Y-Y-Y-Yes, Nevada,” you stammered.

“That’s Captain Nevada to you. And as captain, I think I need to plunder your booty.” He dropped a kiss on the sensitive spot below your ear. “Now strip for me.” Releasing you from his grasp, he sat back down and looked up at you expectantly. “¡Ahora!”

“As you wish, Captain Nevada.” You would have said ‘aye aye, sir,’ but you didn’t think you could manage saying that with a straight face.

You took off your hat then slowly undid the leather corset, letting it drop to the floor. Just as you were about to slide off the short peasant dress, Nevada stopped you. “Turn around.” You blushed and turned your backside to him, sliding the dress off your frame. Goosebumps erupted over your exposed skin. He hummed in approval as he drank you in from head to toe. “Leave the boots on.”

Feeling bold, you widened your stance and bent over, running your hands up the backs of your thighs, spreading yourself for Nevada. You looked back at him and winked. “Like what you see, Captain Nevada. You’re not gonna make me walk the plank now, are you?”

With a crook of his finger, he beckoned you over to him. Swaying your hips, you walked over to where he was sitting. He took your arm and positioned you over his lap with your ass raised in the air, his growing erection pressed against your lower stomach.

“Remember our safe word,” he said, grabbing fistfuls of your flesh.

“Yes. Flan.”

“Good girl.” Nevada smiled. Flan was one of the first dishes you cooked for him and his favorite dessert. Although now he would say you were his favorite dessert. When deciding on a safe word, you thought it was sentimental and also very tongue in cheek.

You pouted and looked over your shoulder, giving him big doe eyes. “How many?”

“How many do you want?”

“Ten,” you blurted out.

“Ok, ten it is. Brace yourself, Mami,” he warned. “Count them out for me and you better not miss or I’ll have to start all over again.”

The first smack delivered on your right cheek caused you to gasp in surprise. “One,” you squeaked out. He mirrored his actions, smacking your left cheek. “Two.” You waited in agony for the third smack. The fourth smack was quicker and the fifth was delivered over both cheeks. Over and over again, he continued to spank you, your body rocking forward with his movements. Each smack harder than the next. You whimpered as he spanked you in the same spot he had previously. “Eight.”

By this point, you were soaking, embarrassed by how turned on you were. “Two more,” he said, smacking your ass so hard you nearly fell off his lap.

“Nine,” you moaned.

His hand trailed down to between your legs. “Such a little slut. Look how wet you are.” He delivered one final smack right on your clit.

“Ten!” you sobbed.

“Good girl,” Nevada praised you and massaged your now reddened globes, admiring his handiwork. His one hand moved to stroke your hair before tugging on the soft tendrils, lifting your head up. “Now get on the bed,” he coldly commanded.

You slowly stood up, your ass stinging and sore from the spanking you had just received and made your way over to the bed. As soon as you had laid down, Nevada stood up and grabbed the rope. Pulling a switchblade out of his pocket, he cut four strands of equal length. He then took hold of your wrist and bound it with the rope before tying it to the bedpost. You watched as he did this to your other wrist and then your ankles, until you were tethered to all four posts, spread eagle and exposed.

Slowly he circled the bed, a smug smirk firmly planted on his face. “X marks the spot.”

You mewled and tried to wiggle in your restraints, aching to be touched, to be fucked, for anything. Your entire body shivered in anticipation. “Captain Nevada, please,” you whined.

“Captain Nevada, please,” he mocked you in a high-pitched voice. Kneeling on the bed, he brought his face to yours, giving you a wild, hungry kiss—nibbling on your lips, sucking on your tongue then pulling away all too soon. His green eyes were practically black, consumed by lust. “You want my cock. You have to beg for it and anyways, I’m not ready to give it to you yet.” He stood up and took off his hat followed by his red bandanna. “First, we’re gonna have a little fun.”

You whimpered as he took the bandanna in his hands and placed it across your eyes, blindfolding you. Your breathing quickened as darkness enveloped you, all of your other senses becoming heightened.

Nevada straddled your stomach and lowered his mouth to your chest, sucking on your nipple, raking his teeth over the hardened bud. You threw your head back and wailed as he did this to both your breasts before taking one of the nipple clamps and clamping it on to your stiff peak, adjusting the clamp with a thumbscrew. You cried out, feeling the sensitive skin being tightened and pinched, walking that tightrope between pleasure and pain.

“That feel good, baby,” he purred, putting on the other nipple clamp.

“So good,” you managed to choke out.

You felt Nevada move as he reached over to the nightstand followed by a buzzing noise. With the vibrator in his hands, he pressed the tip against one of your clamped nipples causing you to nearly scream as he circled your areola. He then dragged the vibrator over to your other breast, repeating his actions. You were a panting mess, lost in the throes of ecstasy when he turned off the toy and moved between your legs.

Spreading your glistening lower lips, he traced your entrance with his finger. “You don’t come until I tell you to or you’ll be in even more trouble than you are now.”

You nodded your head vigorously. “I promise, Captain Nevada. I won’t come until you tell me I can.”

“That’s my good little pirate slut,” he replied and slowly plunged his finger into your sheath, massaging your inner walls. “Fuck, you have the hottest pussy.” Pulling his finger out up to the first knuckle, he thrusted into you once more, slowly rubbing circles on your clit with his calloused thumb. He added another digit, making a v-shape with his fingers as he stretched you. A low primal moan escaped your lips. You tried to buck against him, but being tied up left you completely at his mercy.

A tension began to build in the pit of your stomach. “C-C-C-Captain,” you whimpered. “I’m close.”

He immediately stopped. “Good girl.”

“How many more times?” you breathed

Nevada cruelly laughed. “We’ll stop when I say we stop. Now, let’s try the vibrator, shall we?” With a single click, he turned the toy back on, dragging it up and down your labia before pressing it inside your core. You lost track of how many times Nevada edged you. He would fuck you with the vibrator until your legs would shake then stop and use his fingers, adding another digit every time he felt your walls flutter against him. Every now and then, he would pause and twist the thumbscrews of your nipple clamps, sending a jolt straight to your core.

He watched as you moaned and writhed in pleasure. When he first started to edge you, you would growl every time he stopped. As time passed, your growls became whimpers, pleading for him to let you come. At which he would only mock you and turn the toy onto the highest setting or swipe your clit faster.

Your inner thighs and the sheet beneath you were completely soaked. Your lower lips and clit were red and swollen, having been teetering on the edge for who knows how long. A sheen of sweat had broken out over your flushed skin. “Nevada, please,” you cried, completely forgoing the captain by this point.

“One more time, Mami.” He kissed your inner thigh. “Let’s try four fingers this time.” He filled your pussy with four of his long, thick fingers, thrusting them in and out. The sounds of your wetness and cries filled the room. With his other hand, he switched the vibrator back on and pressed it against your clit while crooking his fingers in a come-hither motion, massaging your g-spot.

“STOP! I’M GONNA COME!” you screamed.

Nevada immediately stopped and turned the toy off, moving out from between your legs to lay down next to you. “I’m gonna pull the blindfold off. Ok?” he said with a flicker of warmth to his tone, untying the bandanna from around your head.

You blinked a few times, your eyes readjusting to the light, your makeup completely smudged.

“Awww pobrecita,” Nevada cooed, running a single digit up your body, stopping to tighten the clamps one final time. You gasped, your whole body shuddering. “Que quieres, mi amor. Dime.”

A sob escaped your lips. “Please, Captain Nevada. I wanna come. Please fuck me and let me come on that big fat cock, Papi. Dame tu pinga. ¡Te necesito!”

“Tsk, Tsk, Tsk.” Nevada clucked and shook his head disapprovingly. “Such a slut for my cock, huh?”

“Yes! I’m your little cock slut. PLEEEEAASSE,” you begged as a single tear ran down your face.

Nevada caught the tear on his tongue as he kissed your cheek before making a show of licking all four of his fingers, dripping with your juices. “Mmm, every part of you tastes so sweet.” He sat up and unbuttoned his breeches, moving to straddle your chest as he freed his rock hard erection. “Go ahead, baby. Get it nice and wet.”

His cock brushed up against your face. A single drop of precum oozing from the slit. You lifted your head up and swirled your tongue around the tip, moaning as his musky, salty taste flooded your mouth. Nevada bucked his hips forward, encouraging you to take more of him into your mouth. You eagerly bobbed your head, tracing every vein, flicking your tongue against the prominent ‘v’ on the underside of his hot and heavy member.

He groaned loudly, almost coming at the sight of you tied up with his cock disappearing past your lips, mascara running down your face and drool dribbling down your chin as you swallowed him down again and again.

“You love sucking me off, don’t you?” he purred.

You whined in response and sucked him harder, gagging as his crown constricted around the back of your throat. He leaned forward and clutched the headboard, feeling his own orgasm quickly approaching. “Enough,” he said in a strained voice and pulled himself out of your mouth.

Grabbing the switchblade he used earlier, he cut the ropes around your ankles and positioned himself between your thighs, hoisting your legs over his shoulders. “You’ve done so well tonight that I’m gonna give you a reward,” he said, running his length against your slit, brushing up against your swollen, angry-red, throbbing clit. “You can come as soon as I start fucking this sweet pussy of yours”— he smacked the head of his cock against your knot of nerves, making you mewl in response— “And when you do come. You better come hard for me. I want everyone on this ship to know who makes you feel this good. Cream on this cock for me.”

“Yes, Captain Nevada. I’m gonna come so hard for you. I promise,” you cried.

With a devilish smirk, he guided himself into your entrance, penetrating your core. All the breath had been knocked out of your lungs as soon as he bottomed out. He pumped himself into your sheath. One. Two. Three times and you were undone.

Nevada always seemed to find a way to outdo himself with his bedroom tricks. You had come hard before, but nothing like this—your muscles seized; body contorted off the bed; tears streaming down your face as you screamed his name in ecstasy. Your orgasm was never-ending. You kept coming and coming. You didn’t just see fireworks, the whole damn world exploded before your eyes.

He continued to thrust into you harder and harder, prolonging your pleasure. Feeling your slick walls grip him was quickly sending him over the edge. “Oh God, Y/N! Fuck! I’m gonna come,” he groaned loudly, snapping his hips forward. The sound of wet skin slapping skin reverberated around the room. His stomach muscles clenched as he roared his release, his seed splashing against your cervix. He grunted and moaned like an animal, filling you with his cum, his movements stuttered before sinking into your sheath one final time.

With his cock stilled nestled deep inside you, he slowly removed the nipple clamps. The rush of blood coursing back to your over-sensitive buds caused another orgasm to ripple through you. Nevada shuddered and growled, your pussy milking him one final time.

Grabbing the knife once more, he cut the ropes at your wrists and slowly pulled out of you. You were about to sit up when he stopped you. “Wait,” he commanded, sitting back on his haunches with one hand on each of your thighs, keeping your legs spread wide. “I want one more from you. Rub your clit for me.”

Trailing your hand down to the apex of your thighs, you began to rub circles on your clit. Nevada’s eyes were transfixed. “That’s it. I want you to come with my cum inside you,” he purred. Your breath came in short pants as you furiously worked your fingers. A string of curses tumbled from your lips. You didn’t think you could come again, but your body betrayed you and soon you were swiping across your quivering pink pearl harder and faster.

Your eyes slipped closed as your moans became louder and more high-pitched. Nevada slapped the inside of your thigh. “Oye! Look at me! I wanna see that pretty little face come for me!”

You gasped, struggling to focus on Nevada as your orgasm hit you like a freight train. “Oh Nevada! I’m coming! I’m coming!” you sobbed, your fluttering muscles causing his cum to seep out of your wet, pulsing pussy.

“That’s it, baby. Drip for me,” he growled and adjusted himself, already feeling his cock stir back to life, watching you pleasure yourself for him.

You slowed your motions, coming down from your release. Your body melted into the mattress, so exhausted, you could barely move. Nevada hovered over you, kissing you deeply before helping you to sit up, untying your wrists and ankles.

“Do you need anything, mi amor?” he asked while unzipping your boots and gently massaging your calf muscles.

“Some water and your leather jacket,” you softly replied.

“Sure. I’ll be right back.” He kissed your forehead and went to a large armoire, pulling his jacket out and going over to the mini bar for a bottle of water. “Here you go, Mami.” He draped his leather jacket over your shoulders and handed you the water. “I’m gonna go run a bath, ok?”

You nodded and took a sip of your water. Sliding your arms through the sleeves, you wrapped yourself up in his leather jacket, snuggling against it. The jacket was comforting—soft and worn and smelled like Nevada, spicy yet sweet. After a rough sex session, he was always attentive to your needs, knowing that the emotions and physical exertion could be a lot to handle. You would often ask for a moment to yourself, just to process what had happened.

Once the bath was drawn, Nevada came back into the bedroom and carried you bridal-style into the bathroom. You slid the jacket off and stepped into the warm bubbly water, your muscles sighing in relief.

Stripping off his clothes, Nevada stepped into the tub with you. Without saying a word, you began to wash each other. Both of you wiped the smeared makeup off each other’s faces. He gently massaged your scalp while shampooing your hair. You lathered his body, feeling his hard muscles relax beneath your palms. When you were finished, you laid in the tub together, your back flush against his chest, his arms wrapped around you with nothing but bubbles as a barrier between you; the steam still rising from the hot water.

You looked up and smiled at him. “Thank you for today. It was really wonderful.”

“You’re welcome,” he replied, dropping a soft kiss on your shoulder. He held you close for a moment before speaking again. “You know, all this talk about going on a treasure hunt and shit. I just want you to know that you’re my treasure.”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise. “Wow, first the corny clues and now this.”

“Hey!” Nevada feigned offense and grabbed some bubbles with his hand, playfully dabbing you on the nose with the suds. “I’m trying to be romantic. I’m having a moment here.” Grabbing a washcloth, he wiped the bubbles off your face, his expression serious. “Pero, I mean it. Tu eres mi oro, mi corazón, mi tesoro, mi vida. Te amo, Mami.”

Your eyes became shiny with tears at Nevada’s declaration. “Te amo tambien, Papi.” He cupped your cheek, kissing you like he had never done before. The kiss was tender yet passionate all at once. You could feel the love he had for you with every fiber of your being. It made your heart soar. You pulled away a fraction and stared into his mesmerizing green eyes. “Nevada?”

“Si, mi amor.”

“Can we keep the parrot?”

He laughed and kissed over every inch of your face he could reach. “You can have whatever you want, baby.” He sighed in contentment and rested his forehead against your temple. “Whatever you want,” he softly repeated.

That was Nevada for you. He could be abrasive and harsh but there was another side to him. A side only you saw—gentle and loving. He was yours and you were his and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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all-hailtheking · 5 years ago

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Hello King!! Can I ask for Soundwave x Human! Reader? Maybe a little bit of angst but ends with fluff? It can be any form you want (headcannons etc) Also! Congratulations on creating a blog!! Can't wait to see more lovely works from you!

(Hiya, thank you for the love! I’m glad you enjoy my writing so far. I hope you like this! 🌺💜🌺)

Imagine Soundwave’s S/O being taken by the Autobots

Standing in the middle of the Jasper, Nevada’s empty and rock-filled landscape would have been a whole lot nicer if the Autobots didn’t come when they did. You were supposed to be stargazing with Soundwave, but apparently, the world wasn’t in the mood for that. Standing on top of one of the many rocky columns found in the nowhere deserts of Jasper, Soundwave and you were enjoying some much-needed silence away from the boisterous Nemesis. Both of you recognized the sound of a ground-bridge opening and were then greeted by the roar of several engines.

Bumblebee, Arcee, and Optimus Prime we’re now aiming their blasters at the TIC. “Soundwave, leave the human child alone or we will be forced to take fire.” Soundwave simply shook his helm and opened a ground-bridge next to him. He then gently picked you up with his slender digits and casually walked through it as if nothing had happened. “We can’t just let the Decepticons keep that human. There’s no telling what they’ll do!” Arcee grumbles to herself and her teammates. “We will rescue the human, Arcee. Ratchet, we need a ground-bridge. Soundwave has returned to the Nemesis.” Optimus states. The only reply he had was an agitated mumble of, “I just sent you there…”

“Soundwave, I’ve gotta go! I can’t miss another day of work!” You say, attempting to persuade the silent mech. His only response was yet another shake of his helm as he continued to type away on his monitors. Of course, he knew you needed to go, but he had to be cautious now that the Autobots knew of his human. He wasn’t letting you out of his sights. No Autobot was going to take what he claimed as his own. He had lost too much already, so adding you to that list was a no go.

“Soundwave, I’m going to get fired if I don’t leave soon! They probably think I’m playing hooky and I need this job in order for me to have food. Please, I’ll be careful! You can even have Breakdown take me if you don’t feel comfortable with me going alone.” This time he stays silent and makes no movement to indicate his response. His digits stop typing and his helm raises up slightly. Soundwave then puts to digits to his helm and seems to relay a message to someone using broken audio fragments. Next, he turns towards you and nods, though he slightly flinches when he sees Breakdown make his way into the central command.

“You commed, Soundwave?” The bulkier blue mech spoke with a slight hint of confusion. “You shall- escort- (Y/n) to- her- work-.” Breakdown nodded his head and quickly transformed into his vehicle mode. “Sure thing. Hop on in, (Y/n).” You merely agreed and waved goodbye and blew a kiss towards Soundwave. A large blue and green ground-bridge opened before the blue-clad vehicle, causing said cybertronian to rev his engines.

After an hour of driving with Breakdown, you both finally arrived at work. “Thanks again, Breakdown. You’re a true blessing.” “Not a problem. Call me on my commlink, or contact Soundwave, when your shift is over.” He spoke, opening his passenger door. “Alright. See you later.” He then left as you began to head inside the KO Burger. Of course, being a manager had its perks, but you couldn’t abandon the fast food joint to your immature coworkers.

“Hey, Jack. I need you to man the drive-through. Amanda, I need you and Tim to man the registers. Everyone else, you know where to go.” As everyone began to make the way to their respective positions, you found Jack walking up to you. “What’s the matter, Jack?” The teen simply shrugged his shoulders. “I needed to talk to you, but I guess we’ll have to do that later. Is that alright?” You simply nodded and went to go talk to your boss.

After what felt like an hour, you were already done with your shift. As you were walking out of the burger joint, you find yourself without a ride. Darn your forgetful mind. “Hey, (Y/n). Remember how I need to talk to you?” ‘Nice, that’s two in a row.’ You thought to yourself. Quickly turning on your heels and made your way towards the black-haired boy. “Sure thing. Whatcha wanna talk about?” You ask, walking towards him and his motorcycle. “Where have you been recently? I know you don’t have to work every day, but you’ve nearly missed a week’s worth. Is something up?” He asks, concerned. “No, just had some family matters pop up that I had to deal with. My boyfriend was also being really protective. He had some stuff happen and didn’t trust letting me leave until he felt I would be safe.”

The Darby boy nodded. “Well, how about I take you home? Your ride doesn’t seem to be here.” I chuckle and shake my head. “Nah, don’t worry. He’ll be here soon. I just have to let him know that my shift is over.” The black-haired boy was then slightly pushed forward from some strange force. He then mumbled under his breathe towards the bike, “What the heck was that for, Arcee?” You tilted your head in confusion, only catching a few words. You didn’t trust this anymore; not when he made mention of an Autobot’s name.

“Well, I’m gonna go call him. Thanks anyway, Jack.” You say as you wave to the teen and walk back over to the fast-food building. “(Y/n), wait. I can stay with you until he shows up. I don’t wanna leave you alone; even though you’re an adult… I just don’t want you waiting alone.” He said, shaking his head from embarrassment. You rolled your eyes and shrugged. “Do what you wanna do.” His eyes then meet yours with a blushing smile.

Taking your phone out, you dial Breakdown’s commlink, knowing he’d be a better pick up than Soundwave because Jack is still present. “Hey, can you come and get me? My shift just ended. Yeah, take the back route. I know it’s safer for you that way.” You said, using your own code so that he knew not to ground bridge in close by. “Remember to wear your seatbelt, alright? I don’t need you getting caught without it.” “I’ll be sure to have it around me. See ya soon. BD out.” He replied. “Jack, my ride will be here in a few minutes. You can head home now.” “No, I said I’d wait until your ride got here.” What a hardheaded kid.

As you saw Breakdown pulling in, you saw a nice green Jeep following suit. You then begin to hop into the car, only to be pulled out of it by two teens. “(Y/n), it’s not safe!” Jack yells as he and Miko yank you back. “(Y/n)!” Breakdown’s holoform hollers, hopping out of his vehicle mode, only to be stopped by a tall black man in a green t-shirt. “We’re taking the human with us. She doesn’t belong with you, Decepticons.” The teens then put you into the back of Bulkhead’s vehicle mode. “Jack, you could be fired and reported for kidnap if you don’t let me out!” Jack only gulps and runs back over to Arcee.

Bulkhead then revs his engine as his holoform fizzles out and Miko climbs in. Your form gets wrapped tightly in your seat belt by your captor. Breakdown speeds after them, attempting to ram into the Green Autobot, only to completely miss as they take a sharp turn. “GIVE HER BACK, BULKHEAD!” The blue-clad Decepticon yells. “Never! Humans aren’t toys to be played with! She is safer away from you cons,” Bulkhead calls as he and Arcee enter a large ground-bridge, most likely heading towards their base. “Soundwave. They have her.”

Oh, he is beyond pissed. Soundwave has been through enough loss in his long life. Losing you is the final straw. He opens a ground-bridge and allows Breakdown to return to his hab-suite. He’s going to find you, even if it’s the last thing he does.

As everyone enters the Autobot base, Bulkhead is quick to get you out of his vehicle mode. “Stop kicking me! I’m trying to help you!” You kick his center consol one more time before being forced out. “You aren’t helping anyone! I was happy where I was and who I was with! You can’t just kidnap someone! Jack and whatever that chick’s name is could be facing time in a juvenile detention center for this!” You scream, pointing at the two teenagers. “Child, you are safer here than with the Decepticons-”

“Like hell, I am! I’m not a child! I’m a full-grown adult! You just kidnapped me from my workplace in broad daylight while my friend was trying to take me back to my boyfriend, and you’re telling me you’re safer?! So what if I’m friends with a Decepticon!? You have no right to take me somewhere without my consent!” Optimus then attempts to speak again, but you cut him off in a full rage. “I have been living with the Decepticons for the past three years and they have yet to do me wrong, yet! You haven’t even known me for two minutes and you’ve already kidnapped me and claim to be the better choice!”

“I understand your lack of trust in us after being taken here against your will. My teammates never meant to cause you any harm. They were trying to protect you from the Decepticons. We have been enemies with them for a long time now, so we wish not to have you harmed in a war you have no need in being apart of.” Optimus speaks, his voice gentle and sincere. “Then, I would greatly appreciate being returned to them. If you wish to see me safe so badly and have me take no part in this, then let me be with the Decepticons. Taking me away from them is causing more problems than I think you really see. I was happy and safe there. I was not their toy, as ludicrous as it sounds. ”

After speaking with Optimus more, you were able to have him let you go as long as he swore to leave me off the battlefields. “Just open a ground-bridge to a random location in Nevada. Soundwave will find me and take me back.” As unhappy as the Autobots are about your choice of sides, they seem to understand why you were upset. You had grown attached to the inhabitants of the Nemesis. They were family to you. Now, you need to return to Soundwave. Your energy was dropping quickly after the massive amount of emotional stress that today had brought. Maybe you could snuggle up against Soundwave’s neck? Just, resting close to him makes you feel so very comfortable and at ease.

Opening yet another ground-bridge, you have the Autobot Leader following behind you. Optimus Prime is the first to exit the swirling green and blue portal. Not two minutes later, Soundwave is found flying in. Mid-air, the purple, and black mech transforms and lands before both you and the Prime. “You will return- (Y/n)- to me-, Prime!” Different audio recordings speak for Soundwave. Optimus begins to walk forward, only to be forced to the ground by one of Soundwave’s tentacle-like appendages in a quick and harsh slam. “(Y/n) can- walk- to me- alone.” Optimus’ only reply is a groan of pain as he doesn’t struggle beneath the Soundwave’s grasp. You then begin to walk towards your beloved mech with a bright smile. “They didn’t hurt me, ‘Wave. It was all an attempt to rescue me from you all, but they know where I belong now.” Soundwave merely nodded and picked you up as he released Optimus. He then transformed around you and took you back to the Nemesis without another word.

As Optimus began to pick himself up, he questions in a mumbling tone to himself. “Why would Megatron send Soundwave to retrieve this human? What is (Y/n)’s importance to them?”

Once both of you returned to the Nemesis, Soundwave returns to his bipedal form with you in his servo. A quiet chuckle leaves your lips as his digits begin to gently press against your exposed skin. His visor turns to life once more, but a purple smiley face appears. His servo then raises to his shoulder to allow you to sit; instead of him holding you like a maraca. You quickly climb on and snuggle up against his neck. “Thank you for getting me, ‘Wave.” Carefully, he nods back and lets his digits gently rub the top of your head.

“How did you find me so quickly?” You ask in a tired tone, beginning to get tired because of how relaxing Soundwave’s digits are on your scalp. “Response: Will never stop looking for you.” With a large grin on your sleepy face, you calmly rise from your curled up position, only to place a gentle kiss on the side of Soundwave’s visor. “Thank you.”

((This fic is 2,180 words long and I am PROUD!))

(I hope you all enjoyed! I’m sorry this took so long, but I am extremely proud of how this turned out! I had so much fun writing this!🌺💜 Thank you @honeysugacube for requesting and being patient!)

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musicnoots · 5 years ago

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The Raid - Storming Area 51 (2/3)

Band of Brothers

A/N: Listen here, I wrote this over the course of three days in which I consumed an ungodly amount of caffeine so the writing here was pretty decent and then spiraled out of control.

Synopsis: The car ride and the raid on Area 51 doesn’t go as planned, but the men do whatever it takes to see those aliens.

Part 1 Part 3

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“I said I didn’t want to go.”

“Well, Dick—life sucks, and then we die.” Lew kicked up his feet on the backseat of the driver’s seat of Lip’s minivan, stretching his arms and yawning as the Nevada landscape flew past them.

Dick was pretty sure he made it clear that he didn’t want to accompany the men on their voyage to the alien prison. He clocked out early last night, making sure everyone left his residence before midnight. He even double locked his front door and the door of his bedroom, but everyone knows that with Ron Speirs, the man can get everything and anything he wants.

It took less than fifteen minutes for the men to break into Dick’s house, pick the lock of his bedroom door and carefully shove him into the backseat of Lip’s minivan. Not to mention that they stopped by to take Liebgott, Webster, Guarnere, and Toye because in the words of Ronald Speirs—the more the merrier.

Now, they were awfully close to the site of Area 51, and everyone was ecstatic to go and see the aliens. They were like little children on a field trip—fighting over the snacks and singing car ride songs over and over again while Dick sat with his arms crossed looking like the kid whose mom forced him to go.

“Looks like we’re almost there!” Lip exclaimed, pointing at a billboard with grey aliens on it reading Area 51 — Alien Center. “Okay, so make sure you have everything you need before you go. Lew, I have your camera here, so you can take pictures with the aliens and—Ron! Stop eating all of the string cheese!” He leaned over to the passenger seat and wrestled the pack of string cheese out of Ron’s hands, throwing them back into the center console.

“But I’m hungry!” Ron whined.

“Well, I told you to eat a full and hearty breakfast at Dick’s place, and plus, we have guests, so leave some for them.”

“My place?” Dick popped into the question, just now knowing that these men weren’t in his house just to kidnap him but to also eat his food. “You men ate my food?”

“Relax, Dick. We only made six peanut butter sandwiches, and Web ate all of your veggie straws,” Lewis said before out stretching his arm out and around Dick’s shoulders.

God, they kidnapped him and ate his food? And Webster ate his goddamn veggie straws? That was his favorite snack!

He slumped back onto the seat in both anger and annoyance. Not only was he pissed at the fact that his friends took his food and his veggie straws, but they kidnapped him when he said numerous times that he was absolutely, positively not tagging along.

“Oh, cheer up, Dick. Look at the bright side: you’re gonna see some aliens.” Lew drank his bottle of water, definitely not his preferred drink, but Lip said he can’t bring his Vat 69 into his van.

“Aliens?” Web spoke up from the back. “That’s where you’re taking us? I thought we were going to the beach! I even brought my camera to get some pictures of the ocean!”

“Pfft. C’mon Web, get with the program and forget your stupid shark creatures. Aliens are the superior species here,” Liebgott said, and the Harvard graduate merely rolled his eyes and held onto his camera through the bumpy car ride on the verge of tears because he’s trying to convince himself that it’s okay to take pictures of aliens instead of sharks.

Meanwhile, Bill was busy tugging on the back of Joe Toye’s hair just to mess with him and because he was bored. Bill forgot to bring his Mad Libs book where he put dick in the place of every noun.

“Guarno,” Joe warned, but the tugging persisted. Then he snapped and turned around, swatting the square jawed man’s hands away. “Bill, stop! That hurts!”

“What? I’m bored! And you gotta weird hairline, too.”

“Fuck off!”

It was like a school bus there. Dick buried his head into his hands, trying to block out the sound of Joe and Bill fighting and bickering like twelve year olds and the soft whimpers of Webster who really wanted to go to the beach for shark watching while Lew was taking up all the leg space. Dick should have never sat in the middle. He’s hit his head on the roof of the car seven times since they hit Nevada.

“Boys, looks like we’re here!” Lip announced, and almost everyone crowded the mirrors to get a peak of the secret alien storage area.

It was nothing but desert and dust, but not too far away, there was a gate with a big stop sign on it and multiple warning signs. To Dick, it looked like a recipe for life in prison, but to Ron, it looked like a Disney store. He was about to get everything he wanted, shove it into a backpack, and go home with it. Hell, he’d even take a guard home.

As soon as Lip put the car in park, everyone was filing out of the car with their bags, complaining of the hot Nevada sun and the dust of the ground beneath them. Bill cursed especially loud because he dropped his bucket hat, saying something along the lines of Jesus fuck! Look at this Joe! Fuckin’ dust on my hat. I swear I’ll shoot it.

“Alright, boys!” Lip said out loud as he was getting out of the car, hands on his hips. “Make sure to get your snacks! I want all of you to get at least one fruit or else no Area 51.”

All of the men groaned at his announcement. “Aw Lip! Really?” Lew pouted. He’s not much of a fruit guy.

“Yes, Lewis. Here, everyone get an apple,” he said, passing out red apples from his snack box before bringing out the second snack box. “Get your snacks, boys!”

Everyone ran towards Lip, raiding the snack box of its string cheese, trail mix, beef jerky, granola bars, salted nuts, and dried fruit. Web and Lieb got into a brief argument when they both touched the last pack of trail mix—the one with extra M&Ms.

“Boys, stop fighting over the last pack of trail mix! M&Ms are not for men,” Buck said, separating the two and grabbing the packet for himself, “they’re for Buck Compton.”

“Lip! You didn’t pack my mini cinnamon rolls!” Ron whined, tapping his feet on the ground like a toddler throwing a mini tantrum.

Lip shot him a warning look. “Ron, cinnamon rolls are heavy. Wouldn’t want you slowing down on your quest for the aliens.”

“Fine. As long as we get ice cream on the ride back.”

“Of course we will, and that reminds me—boys! Change of plans! I’ll be driving you guys home, so I’ll be waiting here until you’re done!” Lip announced, watching the boys stray further past the gate with the big stop sign. “Okay, stay safe! Ron, I want you to text me every fifteen minutes, okay?”

“Yes, I know! You’ve told me eighty-seven times already!”

“And Lew! Take pictures with the aliens, please! Bill, get a souvenir for Babe! Nothing too scary, though! Stay safe!” he yelled one last time before turning to sit in the car, turning the air conditioning up full blast to beat the hot Nevada sun beating down on him.

He started to eat Ron’s leftover fruit snacks before he saw Dick still standing at the side of the car with his arms crossed, looking defeated and beat down. Rolling down his window, Lip spoke, “Dick? I thought you’re looking for them aliens with the boys?”

Dick simply shook his head, still staring straight at the ground, and Lip invited him into the car to escape the heat.

It’s not the fact that they’re literally breaking into top-secret private government property that bothers him, they can do whatever they want. It’s them breaking into his home, kidnapping him, and taking him to the middle of nowhere that makes him so annoyed. He thought was so clear with his distaste in accompanying them on a death wish, but he really should have planned more accordingly. I mean, we’re talking about Ronald Speirs and Lewis Nixon—two men of spontaneous tastes and interests who will do anything to get whatever they want. Even worse, Dick’s probably going to forgive them for this entire ordeal because he just can’t keep a grudge against them for longer than ten minutes.

“They took me even though I said I didn’t want to go,” he sighed, crossing his arms across his chest. “I told them at least seven times last night that I didn’t want to go on their alien adventure. I locked all of my doors, and they still managed to break in.”

“Well, you’re also dealing with Ron Speirs, and the man knows how to pick a lock when he needs to. What he wants, he gets,” Lip said, cracking open a pack of crackers and cheese and then offering it to Dick. “Want some?”

At first, he didn’t reply. Dick was too angry to even pick up his head and look at Lip, let alone grab the pack of crackers and cheese.

“He ate my veggie straws, too.”

“Who?”

“Web. Those were my favorite.”

“Ah, that’s alright, Dick. We’re getting ice cream after this anyways,” Lip smiled, and Dick felt okay for once. Sure, his friends were going to get into a load of trouble breaking into top secret government property, but they were probably going to get away with it anyways. Well, Ron will. He’s not so sure about Nix but deep down, Dick does worry about his wellbeing during the raid.

Meanwhile, the boys were busy getting into Area 51 and running around trying to find the aliens after successfully distracting the guard by shoving Web into one of the guards because Web won’t do anything. Why did we bring him? He’s useless. The distraction allowed the boys to make a run for it into three totally different directions even though Harry literally screamed for them to follow him.

“Man, did we really have to ditch Web like that?” Lieb asked. He was the only person upset after seeing Ron shove Web into the guards. It was like watching a horror movie. “Like, I know he’s useless, but we really have to leave him? Couldn’t we have just waited for him?”

“Son, your friend thought we were going to the beach,” Buck said, taking lead of the group that was him, Lieb, and Harry. They took a left when the group splintered off into different directions and ended up in pitch black room with Buck holding a flashlight to light the way.

“He’s gullible!”

“So what are we lookin’ for anyways?” Harry asked and yawned from looking at the shelves of metal parts probably used to make the spaceships. He reached over and took five metal parts even though he had no idea what they were used for. He plans to give them to Kitty once they get home and display it on the bookshelf. “We buildin’ a spaceship of something?”

“The aliens,” Buck said, “but looks like we went the wrong way.”

“This sucks!” Liebgott huffed, hunched over and crossed his arms, looking like a skinny hunchback of Notre Dame as he followed Buck and Harry through the dark hallway. He tried to make it look like he was still pissed for having left Web to elements of the security guards, but in reality, he was really scared of the parts and pieces displayed on the shelves. I mean, why does the US government even have this many probes? Just looking at them made the cab driver shiver. “Wish we had Web’s camera, then we coulda taken pictures of this shit, but nooooo! We gave him away to the fuckin’ guards! Like, who does that? We’re a team!”

Buck rolled his eyes and sighed. This was like babysitting an eight year old. “Shut up, Joe, or I’ll nail it to your head.”

“You said the same thing to Malarkey!”

“‘Cause it made him close his damn mouth. Now shut up.”

Putting Harry, Buck, and Liebgott maybe wasn’t the best decision, but it was one of the directions the men took after running past the guards during a quick adrenaline rush. While they were busy looking in and taking things from the shelves, the group that consisted of Lew, Joe Toye, and Bill went ran into the direction of the aliens, but it wasn’t quite what they were expecting.

“Boo!”

Bill flinched back, his hands almost reaching over and strangling Joe after he jumped out at him out of the blue in an attempt to scare him. “I swear, Joe. I swear I’ll shoot you if you do that again. Fuckin’ bastard.”

“Hey, guys! No fighting!” Lewis said in a hushed voice, trying so hard not to yell and give away their position.

“You’re the one who’s drunk at least twice everyday.”

“It’s actually three times a day, and I’m very content with that statistic, thank you very much.”

Joe rolled his eyes. What did Lewis know? He might even be drunk right now! “So, these are the fancy little aliens that we’ve been raving about for the past seventy million hours in that damn car,” he said, touching the jars on the shelves until Lewis swatted his hands away.

“Don’t touch that! Do you know what’s in those?”

Joe blinked. “No.”

Lewis opened his mouth to speak, but Bill spoke for him instead, pushing him to the side with his hips and taking ahold on Joe’s shoulders.

“Alien juice! Goddamn fuckin’ alien juice!” Bill whispered, almost on the verge of yelling. “You drink that and you’ll become an alien, and if you become an alien, we’re leavin’ you. You belong here now.”

They had taken the path that was way more interesting than just shelves of metals but also way more creepier than anticipated. It was shelves upon shelves of jars filled with alien specimen in some sort of juice that had Bill muttering alien juice, alien juice, alien juice over and over again. It was beyond creepy—more creepy than those unsolved mysteries Bill likes to watch at two in the morning in an empty house.

It was the fact that these aliens were just looking at you, as if they were waiting for the right moment to pounce on you and eat your guts. That was what made all three men shine their flashlights in a 360 degree angle every two minutes, making sure that it didn’t suddenly become like the movie Cloverfield.

Lew was especially scared, and he wasn’t even drunk. Actually, if he was drunk, then he probably would have tried to open the jars of alien specimen and shove the contents into his pockets. “I miss Dick.”

“Yeah, yeah, you miss your boyfriend, but can you please tell us what we’re lookin’ for?” Bill groaned, and Lewis turned around faster than Sobel revoking weekend passes.

“He is not my boyfriend! He can never have my body!”

“You’ve literally said that you miss him eight times already.”

“You will never understand the connection between us, Bill,” Lew huffed before shoving his camera into the hands of Joe and standing next to the biggest jar of alien specimen. “Here, take a picture of me with the alien. I wanna show Dick what he missed out on so I can make him jealous.”

He put on his best smile and a peace sign—something that became part of his natural reflexes without any good reason. Dick was going to be so jealous, he would probably be all over Nix and his Area 51 souvenirs like a fangirl meeting their favorite boy band. That’s probably not going to happen, but Lewis has dreams. He has dreams.

Joe snapped a picture of Lewis and the alien, and then handed the camera back. “So, you aren’t dating Dick?”

“Pfft. Of course not. He is too good for me. Shit, that reminds me—I need to get a souvenir.” He shoved the camera back into his backpack. “You two, help me find the perfect alien souvenir. The best one for Dick, of course.”

Whatever an alien souvenir is, Bill and Joe had no idea and they were one hundred percent sure that Nix had the biggest crush on Dick and was really, really bad at pretending that he didn’t. It was him taking pictures of him and the alien specimen claiming that he was going to print it out and frame it in his home, but everyone knew he just wanted to make Dick jealous. He's really not that good at handling his own feelings, and even the aliens could tell.

As they scoured all over the dark and eerie room for things they can bring home, Ronald Speirs was having the best luck out of the eight men that entered the restricted area.

He had run on his own path which caused the initial split within the group. He had run over so many of his friends that by the time they got back on their feet, he was gone. Lewis was the one he actually ran over, knocking him down with the force of his body running faster than the speed of light, faster than the bullets ringing out from the guns of the guards trying to stop him from entering the jackpot.

It was a huge, dimly lit room filled with full sized aliens.

Whether or not these aliens were alive and actually saw Ron looking at them with eyes the size of pinheads is unknown, but Ron was definitely going to take one of these home. How was he going remove and take them? Well, that was up to him.

Ronald Speirs was so full of surprises, you can never tell what the man was going to do. Once, he wanted sweet tea from the supermarket but it was closed, so he went to Alabama and made his own tea from organic ingredients. How he managed to find the ingredients and a kitchen at two in the morning will remain a mystery. Even more, how he managed to do all of that and come home with a pitcher of sweet tea by dawn is something never to be discussed. He just does as he pleases. There are no rules.

His eyes scanned each of the aliens, deciding on which one he wanted to take.

He wants the perfect alien. Nice and lean with a gorgeous turquoise color. Big eyes, too. He doesn’t want to worry about getting them glasses because they can’t see shit. They also have to be experienced in combat, specifically running in the middle of a battle and making it out alive. It has to be a super alien.

It’s been approximately forty minutes since Ron reached the vault, and he was still making up his mind.

So many aliens, yet just one Ron. He can only carry on, but if he could, he would free all of them and make his house into an alien sanctuary. Not even PETA can stop him.

It was until he heard the yells and screams of the other guys outside of the vault that he made up his mind, a shit-eating smirk dancing on his lips as he broke the glass of the incubator with his knife.

“Get your hands off my friend you filthy animals! Web! C’mon, we’re goin’ to the beach!”

“Lieb, please get off of him.”

“Guarno, I swear I will strangle you if you tie my shoelaces together again.”

“Eat shit, Joe. I have your souvenir, so think about that next time you threaten me.”

The pterodactyl screeches coming just feet outside the vault didn’t stir Ron even one bit. His eyes and hands were concentrated on taking the green alien out and onto the floor, waiting for it to invoke a reaction.

Please. Please be alive.

“Ron! Where are you buddy?” The voice of Lewis echoed throughout the facility, but Ron’s eyes were fixated on the extraterrestrial in front of him that was slowly but surely moving its fingers. “We’re leaving soon!”

Leaving soon? Ron Speirs leaves whenever he wants to.

Once he saw the alien blink and wave, Ron swore he could cry. He smiled and wiped a nonexistent tears from his cheeks. “Let’s go home, alien.”

#band of brothers fic #band of brothers imagines #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers fanfiction #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers #easy company #hbo war #joe liebgott #richard winters #dick winters #david webster #lewis nixon #joe toye #bill guarnere #buck compton #ron speirs #ronald speirs

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The Last Job

Word Count: 3.5K Category: One-shot; Behind-the-scenes canon-compliant; Family; Life choices Rating: Teen & Up Character(s): References to familiar people/places Pairing(s): N/A Warnings: Mild coarse language Author’s Note(s): *This is a re-post minus tags and links, in an effort to get it to show up in searches*; While this little vignette can be read as a stand-a-lone, highly recommend you check out “Hello, I’m Gone” (linked in Master Post) if you haven’t already, but if you *have* and found something to like about it, then I suspect you’ll find something to enjoy in this one, too. Overall Summary: A long-time client gives a contractor his final assignment.

The sky was different in Texas. He couldn’t speak to Arizona or Colorado or Nevada, or even Mexico, but he knew what he knew. It was something about the way the sun cut through, something about the tint of the blue.

He traveled, albeit limited distances and for limited amounts of time. Texas was a big state, though not so big as to be gone long enough for his wife to fret. His work was no-nonsense and he was extra appreciated amongst his current clientele for his frugality, his efficiency.

They’d initially claimed to have no care for messy versus clean, but he knew better. They’d rather keep unknown, to where few a souls on earth as possible would even suspect they existed. Everything worked better for them this way; seemed they had no desire to be summoned all over the globe.

He could see that - he’d lived in the lone star state all his life, and had no pull to elsewhere. The constant position of the dials on public radios and televisions to the news channels that catered to the aptitudes of the lowest common denominator was vexing. He imagined the future would be the same way. Nothing ever seemed to change in Texas. Blessing or curse, depending on your perspective.

Less vexing, but still annoying, was how the vast number of gun-carrying, bravado-swinging, cowboy hat-and-boot wearers had no practical, economical, life reasons for doing so. Dropped into a middle-of-nowhere scenario, they’d perish quickly. But all that posturing comforted them, and the conclusion he’d arrived at many moons ago was that for him, this was fortunate, to be surrounded by so many who were content. Unaware. Placid. Stereotypical.

And in a similar vein, he’d already been informed his last job was exactly that - basic. In and out. He’d actually hoped for more, hoped for a challenge, hoped for perhaps the comfort of a one-last-hoorah scenario where maybe, just maybe, it’d get a little messy for once and he’d get taken out in the process.

He wasn’t having suicidal ideations; he was being pragmatic. Anonymous body in another town, filed in a line of cold cases, and his family would move on, eventually. They wouldn’t have to suffer through it, watching him fade away.

Weeks ago, on a chilly morning in a park near, but not too near, his home, the designated attaché had appeared seemingly from nowhere. This was, as they say, par for the course. He was used to it, the air of strangeness accompanying his best customer. Rather, customers - seemed to be an alignment of at least two parties, far as he could tell.

He found it easier to just think of the one at hand as the client versus dwelling too long on how many of them were really behind the curtain. It was supposed to go that the same one would never come twice, though he was pretty sure it’d happened a couple times and they were just outfitted differently. Maybe their ranks were thinning.

It wasn’t often his sort of folk actually got contracted for jobs. Come to think, he’d never even heard of such a proposition, not in his entire life. Somebody would’ve ran their mouth about it, to be sure. He chewed on the thought that perhaps he was a bit of a pioneer in that respect, if such arrangements would keep on long after he was gone.

Rewards and acknowledgment in his line of work were few and far between, some of his ilk never seeing either at all in their lifetimes. And so in that respect, these employers of his were the best, foremost because they paid. But to be fair, he supposed it was more than that.

He was always given clear, precise locations and times, so on-the-nose he had no idea how they were doing it. And no paper trail, just how he liked it. Instruction came verbally, read from a small, rectangular device they all kept in their pockets that lit up at the touch of a finger.

He’d never gotten a good look at it, would simply commit to memory what they said. He’d never asked to look at it, and they’d never offered. Besides, it was too Star Trek. His eldest loved that old show, got his little brother into watching the reruns. He couldn’t hardly stand the thought of things like that, not for going on eight months now.

The well-dressed man - sporting what his wife would’ve kindly described as an “interesting” haircut - had walked towards the bench, removing a pair of reflective-lens aviators, letting out a low whistle, eyeing him up and down.

“Jesus. You’re eaten up with it.”

He’d shrugged, said that last part was true, but then informed his very last client there was no savior to be found here.

The client had laughed a little too hard. “Yeah, yeah, no God in the streets, no church in the wild, I got it.”

He’d assumed those statements referred to something but had no clue what, so he’d offered a tight-lipped trace of a smile in acknowledgment.

A reply in the form of a sigh floated over as his visitor took a seat at the other end of the bench. “Always aaaall business with you,” the client commented, beginning to remove what he knew would be a fat envelope from the inside pocket of the pinstripe suit jacket. Then there was a pause - the arm extended in his direction, a finger raised. “You need a tune up first? I can -–”

He’d interrupted, refused.

The client’s eyes had grown dark and icy. “I’m not offering for your comfort. I have bosses to report to. I need to know the job’s gonna get done and you’re not gonna get all shaky, or go blind, or collapse. Get it?”

He could always tell from which faction of his clientele the dispatcher hailed, these messengers sent like clockwork every other Wednesday of every month to meet with him for around fifteen years now. The one down the bench was amongst those who dressed to the nines, walked with swagger, were more conversational and witty. The others tended to dress in a random array of seemingly whatever they could manage, had stiff gaits, impersonal to the point of being flat and rude.

So the shot across the bow was a little unexpected. Either way, he hadn’t ever been intimidated by any of them. This continued to be the case, especially now.

Call someone else then, he’d replied calmly. And he’d held up his dominant hand. Steady as a rock.

The client nodded, handed over the envelope. It didn’t take long to relate the details. And then he watched as the client stood, re-buttoned the pristinely tailored jacket, adjusted a skinny tie, returned the shiny sunglasses to what always seemed to be a smirking face.

Fidgety bastard, he’d thought as he watched the preening. Then he’d spoken one last time before his client zipped away. He wanted to know why the one standing before him - or another of the unique members making up the collective - weren’t handling it themselves. It seemed a little too simple. Too easy.

“It just may be. But they’d see me coming. Any of my kind. Or our partners. You? They won’t even notice.”

He supposed so, and shrugged his reply, because it was true - no one ever had.

A sly grin, a curt nod. “That’s why we like you, Buck. Might even miss you.”

Now that was off-putting. The use of his nickname. No one outside of his wife - and his dearly departeds - should’ve known. None of his work associates, past nor present, ever knew this nickname.

His real name was something of an eye-roller, “old-timey” as his wife might’ve said. He thought it was cringe-worthy, never felt right on him. All the first-born boys in the family, back as far as they knew, had carried it. He - and everyone else up the line, at least back to his triple-great-granddaddy - had all had taken on nicknames. His own eldest was just called “Junior”.

He had been known in the family as simply “Buck” since he was born, and his father had become “Big Buck” following that day. Even after the man’s death that’s what everybody still called him, and he’d heard the story more than once. How, even as a kid, there was no tradition, no “that’s how we’ve always done things”, that Big Buck didn’t like to question.

Bucking the system - that was the both of them, boiled down to a nutshell. His father had liked carrying that mantle, and so did he. Shame it wouldn’t be on his tombstone.

And while he was pondering, just like that, the client was gone. Not that he’d have expected the truth, should he have made the inquiry. Not that it mattered anymore.

He made sure to switch over to his other self during the short walk to the truck and the drive back out to the house. Jovial and kind, kidding and chuckling with the bag boy at the supermarket. He was supposed to bring home a few things to complete supper later.

Most hunters didn’t bother with a ruse, but most hunters didn’t have families to consider like his always had. Like the legacy of the name, his line had all kept families. Defying the system as it were, long before the big and little Bucks came on the scene, marrying within their own community of like-minded folks and keeping up the family business.

Which is how every last one of them had been wiped out.

He wasn’t going to make the same mistake. Married a sweet gal he’d met at a sock-hop and never looked back. Kept her and the boys in the dark for their own good.

She’d made too much for just the two of them, as usual. He’d still eat every bite served. He’d tried for awhile to reduce his girth, but his face got skinny and he thought his baseball caps didn’t sit the same way. His knees had felt better, and he’d briefly missed that barely-owned muscle car.

All that was of no import now. Besides, his wife had been tickled pink that he’d gone back to second helpings of her comfort food. He wondered if he’d be able to recall her smile and her hugs and her kisses once he was gone.

Junior was at a girlfriend’s house for dinner that evening, first time meeting the parents and such. He’d loaned the kid his church tie, even, so he knew his son must’ve really liked this one. The “kid” was out of his teens, and more than anxious to be out of the nest, though his mother was fighting it tooth and nail. Their youngest wouldn’t be home for awhile yet still; basketball practice always seemed to run long these days.

He looked through the mail while sitting at the table and smelling the fried chicken cooking. He’d have to feign some good-natured annoyance at the bills. He briefly thought on her reaction, if she’d be angry at the sizable chunk of money she’d have after he was gone.

It’d be when she went to put the safety deposit boxes in just her name, likely dig through them while she was there. He’d made it seem like they had to survive on paltry Social Security and his equally dismal railroad pension. And of course, the bit of money from what she thought were under-the-table long-hauls he’d occasionally take on for the extra cash.

Amongst the usual items, there was the annual Christmas card they’d consistently received, from that little girl they’d sold the Impala to several years back. She’d moved on from Kansas to Montana, with her new husband. The first card they’d gotten was just after the move - barely mentioned it, though, since it was filled up with apologies for selling the car. Neither he nor his wife cared. She was safe, and she was happy, and they were happy for her.

She’d gotten up to three kids now, according to the picture inside, looked to be that she’d had them back-to-back-to-back. Two boys and a girl. It actually gave him a genuine smile, before it hit him again: he’d never have grandbabies. Figured he’d give a go at pretending she was his daughter and those pretty, chubby-cheeked cherubs were his never-to-bes, maybe coax a dream when he tried to sleep.

That creepy sumbitch she’d been married to had actually come out from Dallas, tracked her all the way to Lubbock somehow. He’d already looked into who the dirtbag was, on a job that had taken him to that area. Later on, after good old-fashioned laziness caused an end to the jerk’s pursuit, he’d found the louse in a dive bar, just as he’d been promised.

It was the only favor he’d ever asked of his clients, asked it of one of the more drab contacts. The snotty ones would’ve wanted to make a deal of some sort for the information. They had, before, when his wife had gotten in a bad way. It’d been almost a decade prior. All the docs had given her six months. But he’d already let one of the messengers know, two jobs back, that his own ticket would likely be punched before his bill came due. They’d shrugged.

That business with the rescued girl was the only time he’d made an exception, taking care of something personal, something on the side. Something purely human. Not exactly his usual lot.

He’d taken care of it after the job, of course. Somehow wouldn’t have seemed appropriate not to. It never made the news, he’d checked. That pathetic excuse for a man only’d had one person to bother with him for awhile now, and she was in another life, long gone.

Marrying his wife, being a father, and looking out for that girl often seemed like the only noble things he’d done. Didn’t matter that perhaps these new sort of hunts were saving innocents on the back end. To him it was killing, and it had always been killing.

It gave him a measure of peace, selling her the car for cheap. He’d slept like a baby for the rest of that summer. Til the next job came around, of course.

His assigned targets weren’t yet bumps in the night. His client had proven their eerily predictive skills to him. They’d given him several folks to watch over the course of a month, all those years ago, when he’d first been approached.

Down to the minute, they’d been right about when bites would occur, when the vengeance of unfinished business would begin. Reminded him how he’d been out of the game too long and was too old and out of shape to take on beasts. To prevent the transformations themselves.

But perhaps he could still prevent the suffering of countless others by beating monsters to the punch with one long-distance shot. They’d shown him with those first few examples that his marks would be the most vicious. These were the sort who would wreak the most havoc upon their unholy conversions.

He’d witnessed it. The first year, his employers had insisted he simply surveil, and these freshman nightcrawlers had indeed left miles of misery in their wake. Other hunters could take care of what got them that way, it was explained; the risk of these particular folks getting turned, whether today or tomorrow, was just too big a gamble any way you sliced it.

It had somehow made for a twisted sort of logic at the time.

This last job was to happen in five days. A married couple. He’d taken care of women before, didn’t violate what sliver of a moral code he still possessed. The emotionless fellow who’d brought that first one to him had actually shown a touch of surprise when he didn’t even blink.

He woke his wife and the boys just after dawn, kissing them all goodbye. He’d just be popping up to Kansas, he reminded them, be back in a few days. They understood - he’d made sure to do some extra complaining about the mortgage over the days prior, so it’d seem like sense, his making an exception to the no-out-of-state hauls rule. He’d pull extra cash from the box on his way back home to make the story stick.

“Bye, Pops,” the boys had mumbled with yawns and stretches.

“Love you, Buck, you be good,” his wife had sleepily said.

The tall, pretty blonde was out on the front porch putting up Christmas lights, then moving on to hanging a sparse wreath on the door. It looked homemade. The tail of one of the strings of lights fell and he could see her sigh as she pulled the little step stool back over and climbed up again. She moved slowly and carefully, that huge belly clearly impacting her balance.

His commissioners had neglected to mention this particular detail.

He kept watching as a shiny black Impala not unlike his old one pulled up right at sunset. The woman and God and everybody for a square mile had to have known about the arrival, that deep growl of an engine heralding the approach. She met her husband on the porch, gave as big a hug as her belly would allow, and she received an equally loving embrace right back, unwashed greased-stained hands be damned. She didn’t seem to care when some of it smudged off onto her cream-colored sweater when her belly got a rub.

He followed the strapping, jet-haired husband the next morning, sitting far enough away to go unnoticed but still close enough to watch through the garage’s open doors, drinking coffee from his beat up thermos, the one that, a lifetime ago, only held distilled water and a crucifix. His targets were not far short of children in his eyes, this half just a boy - a kid not unlike Junior, he thought. But a hard worker, no doubt; whipped through four cars and had started on the fifth by the time lunch rolled around. Smiled and chatted with the other mechanics all along the way.

Then the engine whisperer sat on a nearby curb, eating a sack lunch the wife must’ve packed. Good time to leave, check on what she was up to. Wanted to give her enough time to ease into her day. He recalled the slow starts that came with being so close to giving birth. And he knew from experience how close she was; the baby would arrive before February rolled around, he’d bet money.

She left the house after lunch, looked like a friend had come to pick her up. Her eyebrows knit and her nose crinkled as she passed by her handiwork from the evening prior. That same ornery tail of tiny sparkles had come loose again, apparently not agreeing with the nail he’d watched her hammer into the front of the porch’s overhang.

The roof didn’t look all that good. He was curious as to whether she or her husband realized their desperate need for new shingles. Paint was chipping all over the exterior. He’d have a look around inside later, once he was sure she was occupied, but he suspected he’d find more of the same - they were young, they had a baby to plan for, and they hardly had anything but each other.

He remembered those days clear as a bell. His mind hadn’t gone yet. Curse or blessing, depending on your perspective.

She and the friend had gone to a little consignment shop. They browsed, he browsed. Looked like she purchased some bedding for the crib he imagined was ready to go inside their house, given her husband’s work ethic. Then they stopped by a garage sale. She bought an angel figurine. He found it both sweet and futile, all at the same time. All dicks, far as he’d been able to tell.

But resolved, both the unfeathered and the shark-eyed bastards alike. They’d send others to the modest house on Robintree; could be they already had. Maybe they’d be successful next time they tried. For now, they could go to hell.

Which is what he said aloud while he was driving back home. Just passed through Oklahoma City when the same messenger who’d delivered the assignment popped into the truck’s cab without warning. Looked more than simply irritated - seemed pretty beat down. Perhaps their little jaunts to come see him wore them out more than they’d let on.

Seeing as how he hadn’t gotten his last hurrah, the warning he expected was issued. About a month left on the clock. The payment was returned - minus the chunk that now resided in the Impala’s glove box, wrapped in a brief note that implied they should just accept they had their own secret Santa. There was a roll of darkened eyes, followed by as abrupt an exit as the arrival.

He made sure he was out of state again, staying in a dingy motel in a bad part of the random city he’d selected. And he thought hard on the couple he’d chosen to spare as he laid quietly atop the stained bedspread, eyes closed and smiling. Even when he heard the dogs begin to howl.

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raybansandcoffee · 5 years ago

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Adventure of a Lifetime: Chapter Two

I quickly hit send on the email I'd been typing on my phone as soon as I heard the bell ring. I shut off the car, grabbed my purse and got out to go grab Ellie from the sidewalk where she knew to meet me. I slid my phone into my back pocket and pulled my sunglasses down from where they'd been resting in my hair. It wasn't long before the kids started running out. It wasn't the orderly filing I was used to. It was last day adrenaline rush running with a lot of yelling and talking added in. I remembered how the last day of school felt as a kid, I got why they were so excited. An entire summer to do whatever they wanted.

"Hey, there munchkin. How was your last day of school?" I asked as the five-year-old girl with brown hair and brown eyes who ran and jumped into my arms.

"It was fun and I'm so happy for summer!"

"I am too. We have so many exciting things to do this summer, Ellie Bellie." I squeezed her tightly before putting her back down on the ground.

"Hey Ellie, my Dad said that if it was okay with your Mom that you could come over tomorrow." The little girl was right about Ellie's height and had a smile that lit up her entire face.

"Uh...Mom, can I go to Ava's house tomorrow?" Her little eyes looked up at mine filled with hope, she'd hesitated when she spoke. This year had been extremely hard on all of us. For Ellie going through everything we had would've been tough enough but she had to start kindergarten and find friends at not only a new school but in our new town, it had been tricky for her.

"Well, I think we could do that."

"Daddy! Ellie's Mom said it was okay." Ava yelled as she had turned to look towards what I assumed was her father. He leaning against a very large black truck with a black leather jacket on and his eyes hidden behind aviator sunglasses. As his daughter spoke his face broke into a giant smile.

"Great!" he replied as he started to walk over. "Hi, I'm Jeremy, Ava's Dad." He slid his sunglasses up into his hair and it was that moment that I put everything together. Ava Renner. Dad named Jeremy. Dad with gorgeous blue eyes. Her Dad is Jeremy Fucking Renner.

"Hi, I'm Ellie's Mom, Charlotte." Saying that still seemed odd, but it was becoming a little easier every time I said it. "I have heard so much about Ava from Ellie."

"Likewise, I thought with school being out that maybe the girls could have a playdate. Staying in touch over summer is always important."

"I would love that and I know Ellie would too. Being fairly new to the city and school she's still trying to get acclimated. Ava has been great to help with that."

"She loves Ellie. What works best for both of you tomorrow? I've got a pool, it would be nice to have you both over so they can play together and we can get to know our kids' best friend's parent." I grabbed my phone from the back pocket of my jeans and pulled up my schedule.

"Well Ellie has the day open after her piano lesson at 10 but I can do that with her tonight instead of tomorrow. I can probably get our nanny to stay with her little brother."

"I didn't realize that Ellie had a little brother. How old is he?"

"Axel just celebrated his first birthday last week." I smiled remembering his face covered in frosting as he shoved his cake in his mouth.

"Axel, that's an awesome name."

"Thanks." I often struggled to accept compliments like this one. I wasn't ever really sure I'd know how to either. Axel was a great name and I loved it so much, but accepting the compliment would always be hard as I didn't pick it for him.

"Well, why don't you bring Axel along. I love kids."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah of course. The more the merrier. How about 11:00? We can feed the girls some lunch and they can have the afternoon together in the pool. And that way we don't disrupt Ellie's piano lesson, music is important."

"Piano lessons with my five-year-old are essentially me trying to get her to pay attention and her pounding her fists on the keys or refusing to play anything but chopsticks for a half hour. It's great, let me tell you." He laughed as I rolled my eyes and smiled at Ellie and Ava who were looking in the bags their teacher had sent them home with today.

"You teach her?" he asked.

"I do. I have no idea why I thought it would be a good idea but I am evidently a masochist." He laughed again, this time slightly louder and loud enough that both of the girls looked up at us. "Ellie, you, me and Axe are gonna go hang out with Ava and Jeremy tomorrow. That's gonna be fun, right?"

"Yeah!" I loved how excited she looked. Her smile was one of the things that had gotten me through the last year.

"Here, put your number in my phone and I'll text you our address and see you tomorrow." He handed his iPhone to me and here I was entering my contact information into Jeremy Renner's phone. Hawkeye from The Avengers. Sergeant William James from The Hurt Locker. William Brandt from Mission Impossible. Aaron Cross from The Bourne Ultimatum. Then there was that one time he played Jeffrey Dahmer. I was going to focus on Hawkeye rather than the others for a moment. Being a "mom" meant that there were a lot of superhero things in my house, even if they were only 1 and 5 because I was going to raise my kids right and teach them that comics and superheroes were awesome. I created a new contact and entered my information in.

First Name: Charlie

Last Name: De Luca

Nickname: Ellie's Mom

Phone: 213.555.7643

"Text me your address and we will see you there," I said as I handed the phone back to him.

"Cool. Hey, 213 area code. You're from LA?"

"Yeah, I am. We moved here about a year ago. Needed a change of pace."

"I get that. I grew up in Modesto but moved to LA after college."

"I'm the rare person originally from LA. Not living there has been a pretty life-altering experience." That was putting it really fucking mildly.

"Well, we can talk all about that tomorrow. I'll text you once we get home."

"See you tomorrow." I watched as Jeremy grabbed Ava's hand and took off across the parking lot. I looked down at Ellie. "Well look at that Ellery, you have a playdate tomorrow." I held my hand up and she high-fived me.

"I like Ava. She's really nice." Ellie and Ava had bonded fairly quickly when the school year started. She'd even gone to her birthday party a few months ago, though I'd sent her with her nanny because Axel had been running a fever and I felt horrible leaving him at home.

"She seems really nice. So does her Dad."

"He is super nice! He was really fun at her birthday party." He was easy on the eyes so I wasn't going to be too disappointed about this playdate. The last few we'd had were with moms who feared the idea of a peanut butter sandwich or gluten more than the measles and I just couldn't handle that. I wasn't exactly cut out for the whole #momlife so we'd clearly not made it long with the crunchy mom group and hadn't quite found "our people" here yet. Luckily, Ava seemed like a totally normal and reasonable kid. I walked with Ellie back to my car, helped her climb into the back passenger side seat and buckled her into her seatbelt. We took off towards home.

The drive from school to home was short but incredibly scenic, it almost made me wish we had longer to drive on streets that wound their way around Lake Tahoe and up into the mountains. Today at least we had an excuse to stop at our favorite ice cream place for a treat on the way home, which made for more time to enjoy the landscape we called home. To go from living in a condo not far from Sunset Boulevard to living in on a mountain, in a forest, with the view of the most gorgeous lake, in what felt like the middle of nowhere Nevada had been culture shock for me at first. I think I called home to my parents crying daily for the first two months. Then Ellie started kindergarten, Axel finally started sleeping through the night, I found our amazing nanny, and I got back to work. It still didn't feel like I was living my life, it felt like I'd been written into a Hallmark movie, scenic location, tragic circumstances and all, and was living the life of someone else. If I thought long and hard about it I was technically living someone else's life. I finally made it to our way too long driveway and parked in the giant garage before grabbing Ellie and her bags from the back so we could head inside.

"Hey! We're home," I called.

"We are in the family room," the voice of our nanny, Savannah, echoed through the far too giant house. I watched Ellie drop her backpack in the mudroom, kick her shoes off and bolt for where she knew Savannah and Axel would be. I slowly picked everything up, taking a few moments to myself to breathe before following her.

"Did he nap decently?" I asked as I entered the room seeing Ellie and Axel on the floor playing together.

"He did. How was your afternoon?" she asked.

"Good. It was nice to get out for a while. Thank you." I'd done some shopping and spent most of my afternoon hiding in the basement to get work done.

"Of course," she replied. Savannah was the best thing that had happened to me in the last 9 months. She is the daughter of a friend who needed a job while she took classes online after graduating from high school. Despite getting into USC with scholarships she had dealt with some issues her senior year of high school and knew she needed time to figure out just what she wanted. So I offered her a free room and a well-paying job to her and thankfully she jumped at the opportunity. Her Mom, Alex, was happy that she'd decided to take classes at a local community college this spring after a semester of online classes there. But most importantly, she wasn't running around LA aimlessly, she was working toward something. She'd decided to start focusing on early childhood education starting in fall, she said living with the kids and helping me had helped her pick her path. Alex knew I'd watch out for Savannah, give her a safe home, and steady income. She also knew that Savannah was essentially saving my life by being here to help with the kids.

"I am going to get dinner started."

"Okay, I'll watch the kids." The kitchen looked into the family room which was one of the things I loved most about this house. I could cook and still keep an eye on the kids, though at 1 and 5 it was more of a contact sport than just sitting back and watching. I dug around the kitchen pulling everything out that I'd need to make dinner. I was stirring the spaghetti sauce I'd decided on when I heard my iPhone vibrate on the counter. It was a message from an unknown sender.

Charlie huh?

Yeah, most people in my life call me Charlie. It's a force of habit. Charlotte is only used professionally or by my family if I'm in trouble. There's still some residual trauma from having Charlotte Marie De Luca screamed at me followed by a string of words in Italian I barely understood by my grandmother.

That's great!

*Pin Drop*

Thanks for that. I've now got my Apple Maps ready to go for tomorrow. Ellie is super excited.

Ava is too. She was the new girl in town once, she knows how hard it can be.

Yeah, Ellie (and I) are both grateful for Ava. The first few months of school were pretty rough.

I can imagine. Moving from LA here was an adjustment for Ava and I. The privacy is nice though.

I 100% agree about that. It's part of the reason for our move too.

Do you want me to bring anything tomorrow?

Just you, the kids, and your bathing suits.

Fantastic. My nanny is pretty excited about having the day off now. She says thank you for giving me a life. She's lucky I like her or she'd not only be out of a job but also a house.

Live-in nanny? You must be kind of a big deal.

Far from it. A friend from college's kid who wasn't ready to completely grow up but needed out of LA pretty badly. The agreement was she could live for free if she helped me watch the kids and enrolled in online classes. The classes part was her mother's requirement. The downside of having a college professor as a parent I guess.

Well, you're a good friend to take your friend's kid in.

HA! If you only knew.

Well, I've got dinner ready along with a hungry 5-year-old and teenager. We will see you tomorrow at 11.

See you then.

"Alright everyone, let's get ready for dinner." Ellie came running into the kitchen and jumped up into her chair at the island while Savannah carried Axel in and got him strapped into his high chair at the end. I served up everyone's plate making sure that Axel's dinner was ready for him as well. He was at the point where he was really enjoying eating the noodles with a little bit of sauce with his hands, usually resulting in a baby covered in spaghetti sauce. Ellie was pretty great with silverware for being 5. Thankfully Savannah was nearly a fully functional adult so I didn't have to worry about her. I did my best to eat my dinner and also make sure that Axel didn't completely cover himself and the kitchen in spaghetti sauce.

After dinner and getting the kids cleaned up it was time for a bit of snuggles before they headed to bed. They both got books, songs, and tucked in bed before I quickly started laundry. These kids loved spaghetti, their clothing did not. I picked up my phone and went to the text messages with Jeremy earlier and added him into my phone as a contact in case I needed to call tomorrow while we were on our way. After changing clothes I headed downstairs to find Savannah doing the dishes.

"You didn't have to do that," I said as I grabbed a glass of ice water for myself.

"No worries, you had a long day." She was right. It had been a long day. "Did you get your work done?"

"Not nearly enough of it but I got a start on it."

"When is your deadline?"

"Thankfully, it's flexible," I replied. "But the goal is for them to have it in three weeks."

"Well, what I heard you playing that was coming from the basement sounded beautiful."

"Thanks. It's been tougher than I thought it would be but I'm enjoying it."

"Are you headed back downstairs to work?"

"Yup. I'll get the cameras turned on downstairs to watch and see if the kids wake up. You can go to bed or go out or whatever."

"I had thought about going out but I don't know."

"Savy, go meet that boy you've been hanging out with. You're 18. Have fun. I've got everything under control with the kids. I've got them all day tomorrow. Hell if I don't see you until Friday I won't be offended."

"Are you sure?" Savannah asked. She was really a good kid.

"I'm positive. Get the fuck out of here or I'll call your Mom and tell her you need a life."

"You're gonna call her anyway," she replied laughing. She was right. I'd go downstairs and call her Mom. It was a near-nightly ritual, especially when I was in the middle of a work project. She'd listen as I talked in circles about what was going on. "I'll check-in and let you know if I'm not coming home."

"Be careful. Use a condom!" I said before heading downstairs to the basement. It was the one change I'd made on the house when we moved in. Not being in LA and having access to my studio anymore I'd converted a large part of the basement that had been a fairly large guest suite and an office into my domain. The perfect studio. It was better than the studio I put together in LA because this one I could come to any time, day or night, in my pajamas and work. "Alright, Charlie. Let's figure out what is going on in your head with this." Before I could hit playback on what I'd recorded earlier in the day the predictable FaceTime call came in on my giant iMac screen. I hit accept. "Hiiiiii!"

"Working late?" It was my best friend, Savannah's Mom, Alex.

"Of course. The tiny humans are in bed so I'm monitoring their movements on one computer while trying to figure out what the fuck I recorded earlier today."

"Anything good?" she asked. She was in her pajamas in her house in the hills with a glass of wine. This was how she called me most nights. Her husband traveled during the week from Monday morning through Thursday night. Like clockwork, every night I got to talk to her while she was relaxing after Savannah's younger brothers were in bed.

Savannah had been a happy accident during our freshman year of college. Sam and I essentially helped raise Savannah until she was in school. I lived with them until Alex was done with her master's degree. By the time she was in school for her doctorate she was married to Max, Savannah's step-dad, and I was living on my own for the first time in my life. Sam had fallen in love after college and followed her love to England. When we hit 28 she realized her love was not that lovely and she moved back to LA and in with me for a few months until she fell in love...again, got married, and started making babies. We had been the three musketeers from the moment we met at orientation at USC. They were my everything.

"I'm not sure anything is good. I'm on the struggle bus. I should've had the first draft of this score to the director and producers at least a week ago. I should be working non-stop but today was Ellery's last day of school so tomorrow I'm taking the day off to celebrate the start of summer with the babes."

"What are the plans?" Her kids had been out of school for a few weeks. They were planning a trip to come to visit for 10 days at the end of the month to come to stay with us, enjoy the mountains and see Savannah. Alex had been able to fly in to be here for Axel's first birthday while her husband and the boys went on a camping trip that she was happy to skip to help celebrate her godson, and sort of namesake, as he turned one. We were just waiting on Ellie's end of school for the full family vacation, which seemed to just keep getting stretched out because of how much snow we'd had all winter.

"Ellie's best friend Ava invited her over for a playdate. Ava's very hot, I believe very single Dad invited me and the Axe Man to come with. He evidently has a pool and since the weather is FINALLY warm here I am fully prepared to take advantage of it."

"Very hot, very single, huh?"

"Yup. So, of course, I'll somehow end up fucking it up because I just don't know how to do this shit. Nothing in my life makes any fucking sense anymore."

"You've had an incredibly tough year, Chucky. It's totally fucking reasonable for your life to not make sense. You're going to be completely fine. You're getting better and stronger every day."

"Thanks. It's just starting to get really lonely here. I know that the move was the best decision I could've made for me and the babes but it's just hard. Being alone fucking sucks. I'm so used to being one-third of the three musketeers and now I'm a lone fucking wolf and a mess."

"You only have to be a lone wolf for two more weeks."

"I am so excited about that. Though I wish you could stay for more than 10 days. You aren't teaching a class this summer. You and the boys should just move here. Max can fly into Reno on Thursday nights and you can all just live with me all summer."

"As amazing as that sounds and as much as I'd say fuck yes, I feel like all of us in one house would drive you crazier."

"You've been to this house. I swear on my fucking life that there are full days that I haven't seen your child. It's way too big."

"It will be nice when the kids get older."

"I know. I tell myself that every time they are with their grandparents and I'm here alone because Savy is 18 and has more of a life than I do."

"Well, maybe you won't screw it up with the very hot, very single Dad of Ellie's best friend or at least maybe you'll get an adult friend out of it." She shrugged her shoulders.

"Oh, I will. I 1,000% will. You know me. When have I managed to not be awkward in front of men without the assistance of alcohol."

"I don't know that I can answer that."

"See!" I took a drink of my water and leaned back in the chair I was in.

"Wait...are you drinking water?"

"Yes."

"This is supposed to be our nightly glass of wine." I rolled my eyes at her before standing up and walking out of the studio into the area just outside that was a bar. I grabbed the bottle of wine I'd opened last night and poured a glass before going back into my studio.

"This can be the only one. I sent your kid out so if something happens to the kids it's all on me."

"Is she still hanging out with that guy? What's his name? Theo?"

"She is. She told you that."

"I know but I feel like you know more about her than I do. But she's always felt comfortable talking to you about the uncomfortable shit because you changed almost as many of her diapers as I did."

"Sort of true. I think if I hadn't lived with you and Savy when she was a baby there's no way I would've remotely survived the last year."

"You would've," Sam replied. "You're one tough chick, Chuck. I've never seen you turn away from a challenge. Typically you look a challenge in the eye, wink and then kick that bitch's ass."

"The last year has been different. I'm a mess. An absolute fucking mess."

"No, you aren't. You're doing great."

"Thanks. I'd be lost without you or your kid. I'm literally only surviving because of you two."

"That's not true but I'll accept the compliment." We talked for a while longer before I needed to get back to work. I spent the night between the piano, keyboard, a guitar, and my computer trying to figure out whether I liked what I was writing. I'd done some small projects up over the last year but this was the first big project I was taking on. A full film score was always a massive undertaking for me. While it was nice to get back to work on something that gave me energy, I was also paranoid that I wasn't doing enough for the kids. I had a lot of guilt that I'd been dealing with since I started back to work and no matter how many times my friends, family or therapist told me I was doing the right thing, it just never felt right.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Thank you for giving "Adventure of a Lifetime" a chance. If you've read my writing before this is going to be a little bit different, not just because there are different characters.

Charlie has become something I really enjoy writing and I'm looking forward to diving deeper into her life, what makes her tick, and what the circumstances of the hard year were.

I hope you enjoy it and I can't wait to hear what you think.

xx. AM

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mxliv-oftheendless · 5 years ago

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Shine On

Jesus, I’m looking over this and I’m realizing: this is bleak as fuck. But I’ve had this written out in Word forever, and so I decided to post it before my next orientation starts today. This’ll probably be the last thing I write for a while, cuz classes start Wednesday and I wanna focus on my classes. But for now, enjoy this! This is another writing for @cosmicrealmofkissteria‘s Assassin AU, and I’m... not entirely sure where it takes place. I know it takes places after New Beginnings, but that’s pretty much it. Enjoy!

Beth thought she could escape the family she left behind. She still hasn’t forgotten about them... and they haven’t forgotten about her.

Beth didn’t have many memories of her grandfather that she considered good ones, but there were a few. When he wasn’t running the mob, he was actually a decent grandfather; he played with her, told her stories about World War II and his army friends, even sat down and played with her and her dolls once. Though, that last one was because she had been pretending to be a mafia boss over her dolls, he had bene watching her, and he only came in to play because he said she wasn’t doing it right.

Another memory she had of him was when he played his records. He had a ton of old records from the 30s, 40s, and 50s, and would play them all the time. But not in the place you would expect, in his living room. Oh no; he played them in the warehouses, in the background while his hitmen and guards cut up the latest person who crossed him.

His favorite one to play was “Shine On Harvest Moon.” Beth never learned why, but he loved to put on that one, and amidst the screams of the victims, he could even be heard humming along to Ruth Etting’s voice as it played on the old record player.

It was coming to her now as she drove down the road through the Nevada desert. Snow time ain’t no time to stay outdoors and spoon… So shine on, shine on harvest moon, for me and my gal…

The wheels of her car ran over a bump, and she heard a thump from the trunk. Beth winced a bit, but other than that just kept driving. She would have to get way out into the middle of nowhere to do what she had to do…

Earlier

Beth unlocked the door of her apartment, then she and Vinnie walked inside, talking jovially. It had been a good shift for both of them at the Luxor, and now they would be relaxing and eating takeout.

Vinnie placed the bag of takeout containers on the kitchen counter. “I’m going to go freshen up a bit, all right?”

“Sure. Don’t be too long, or I’ll eat everything!”

Vinnie laughed as he went down the hall to the bathroom. She heard a door open, then close, and he came back. “Did you wash the towels in the laundry yesterday?”

“Uh, yeah, they should be in my room.”

Vinnie nodded, then turned and disappeared down the hall again, this time turning on the hallway light.

Beth set out plates and silverware on the table, and was about to go to her room to change clothes when she suddenly heard a thump. She froze. There was another thump, then a crash. And all coming from her room.

Beth reached into her purse and pulled out a switchblade knife. She pressed the button and the blade flicked out, and she carefully stepped down the hallway towards her room.

Suddenly, the door banged open, and Vinnie flew into the hallway, landing on his back with a grunt of pain.

“Vinnie!” Beth ran to him and knelt down. There was a bruise forming on his cheek, but other than that he seemed all right. Vinnie groaned as he quickly sat up. “Vinnie, what’s—”

A huge figure came skulking out of Beth’s room, a man in a black suit. Vinnie quickly got to his feet and dragged her behind him. “Who are you?” he demanded of the person. “What do you want?”

The man looked at him, then at Beth behind him, and spoke: “Il tuo sangue,”

Italian. Both of them knew what it meant: Your blood.

The man lunged at Vinnie, wielding a huge carving knife. Vinnie pushed Beth farther away before twisting himself out of the way of the knife.

What happened next… Beth didn’t remember for certain. All she remembered was Vinnie being thrown to the ground, and her running up behind the man and stabbing him in the back with her switchblade. Then he turned and flung his hand, slapping her in the face and sending her sprawling to the ground. Then suddenly Vinnie was there, wrapping a thin wire around the man’s neck with a look of bloodthirsty rage on his face.

She did remember one certain detail: Vinnie hissing, “Come ci si sente a incontrare l’amorevole abbraccio della morte, grande uomo?”

How does it feel to meet death’s loving embrace, big man?

The man’s eyes rolled back in his head, and Vinnie released him. He fell to the ground, and didn’t move.

Vinnie retracted the wire into… somewhere, then rushed over to Beth and helped her sit up. His hand ran over her cheek where she had been struck. “Are you okay?” he murmured.

Beth just stared blankly at the body. The body of the man her cousin had just killed. In the hallway light, she could see his face now… and she knew who it was.

“… can call the police,” Vinnie was saying. “We can tell them he was in your bedroom—”

“No,”

Beth slowly shook her head. Her whole body felt numb. She picked up her switchblade knife and got to her feet. “We… We have to get him to the kitchen,”

Vinnie looked at her, then his eyes widened. “Beth, we can’t—”

“We have to,” Beth cut him off. “You know we have to. If we call the police, they’ll start poking around. They’ll find out about you, and you’ll be in prison before you can say it was self-defense.”

“But… I don’t know how…”

“I do. Just help me get him to the kitchen.”

After helping her drag the man to the kitchen, Vinnie left, presumably to check the damage to the carpet in the hallway. Either that, or because he couldn’t watch.

Beth cleaned off her switchblade under the sink, then put it back into her purse. Then she took up the knife the man had been wielding and another carving knife, and set to work.

“First, you need to cut off any way he can be identified. Tattoos, birthmarks, even little moles. Always check to make sure…”

It was a bit of a rush job, but Beth wasn’t concerned too much about that right now. When she was finished, she stood up and went to the coat closet, where she had another one of her work uniforms wrapped up in a black bag. She took out the costume, careful not to get blood on it, and brought the black bag into the kitchen.

Vinnie came back into the kitchen just as Beth was zipping up the black bag. “Is it done?”

Beth nodded. “It’s done.” She stood up, and lifted the black bag. She tried to make it seem like she was carrying the uniform inside. “Wait here until I get back.”

“Where are you going?”

Beth didn’t reply. She just headed for the door.

“Beth, wait!”

“Stay here,” she only said. Then she opened the door and stepped into the hallway.

Vinnie followed her to the door and watched her go. “Beth, wait!” he shouted desperately. “Come back!”

Beth froze at those words—but only for a moment. Then she kept walking.

When Beth was sure she was in the middle of nowhere, she pulled off the road and onto the desert terrain. The car bounced and jostled, but she merely slowed down and kept driving. She stopped when she couldn’t see the road anymore, and got out and went to her trunk. She lifted the black bag over her shoulder, and went behind her car to dump it onto the ground. She went back to her car and pulled out a shovel. As she walked away from her car, her grandfather’s favorite song came to mind again.

The night was mighty dark so you could hardly see… For the moon refused to shine…

She pushed the tip of the shovel into the ground, and began to dig.

She dug, and dug, and dug, trying to ignore the melody playing loudly in her head.

Couple sittin’ underneath the willow tree. For love, they pined…

“Come back!”

“Vinnie!” Beth ran after her cousin’s retreating form as fast as her young legs could carry her. She grabbed hold of his wrist and looked up at him pleadingly. “Please don’t go!”

Vinnie looked down at her sorrowfully and bent down on one knee. “I can’t stay, Beth. I have to go.”

“Then… Then I wanna go with you!” Beth insisted.

Vinnie shook his head. “No… It’s too dangerous for you, Beth. You need to stay here.”

Quiet sobs began to escape Beth’s throat as Vinnie drew her into a hug. He held her tightly, stroking her hair. “Goodbye, Bethie,”

He kissed her cheek, then pulled away and stood up. Beth stood there frozen, tears running down her cheeks, as Vinnie went out the door. “Vinnie, please don’t leave!” she pleaded. Vinnie didn’t look back at her. “Please don’t leave me! Come back!”

Beth dug until the hole she had created was large enough and deep enough. She set down the shovel, then went over to the black bag. It was very late now, and the sky was dark. Stars dotted the sky above her.

Little maid was kinda ‘fraid of darkness… So she said, “I guess I’ll go…”

She hefted up the bag, and walked back over to the hole. Then she tossed the bag, and the body, into the hole. It landed at the bottom with a satisfying crash.

Beth grabbed her shovel again, wiped sweat off her brow, then got to work filling the hole, tossing dirt and sand over the bag.

The boy began to sigh, looked up at the sky, told the moon his little tale of woe…

Beth lurked in the corner of the room as people milled about, drinking and talking. She hated being dragged to Nana’s parties, and was just waiting for the right time where she could go up to Nana and say she was leaving.

Her eyes fell on her grandfather. He certainly painted the picture of a jovial old man; sipping his wine, talking, and laughing. No one would ever suspect who or what he really was.

A man she recognized as his secretary walked up to him, and whispered in his ear. Papa’s smile faded, and he turned to the group of people he’d been chatting with. “Mi scusi,”

Then he left with his secretary.

After a few more minutes, Beth decided to see what they were up to. But as she entered the foyer, she saw that it was too late. Papa was escorting to the door a man in a grey suit, who was followed by…

Beth’s eyes widened.

“You better be willin’ to pull your weight in this deal, Mr. Caringi,” the man said to Papa.

“Of course I will, Mr. Aucoin,” Papa replied. “Have I ever went behind your back before?”

The man shook hands with Papa, then snapped his fingers. “Let’s go,”

He stepped forward, and followed the man out the door.

Papa didn’t even notice her. Instead, he passed her and went back inside the living room. Beth was left alone, staring at the door.

“Vinnie,” she whispered. She walked toward the door, slowly picking up speed. She wrenched the door open and ran out into the cold December air. “Vinnie!”

But she was too late; the car was already pulling away. She chased after it. “Vinnie!” she screamed. “Come back!”

The car seemed to gain speed, almost as if the driver was taunting her. Beth slowed to a stop and fell to her knees as the car turned down a street and disappeared.

“Come back,” she whimpered. “Please don’t leave me…”

The hole was filled now, almost as though it had never existed. Beth threw her shovel into the trunk, closed it, then got back into her car.

The sky was still dark as she pulled into a gas station. She got out of her car and went to a payphone, pulling out her coin purse. She inserted enough money, then dialed the right number.

The phone rang for a few moments, then a voice. “Hello?”

“Get me your boss. Now.” Beth ordered, switching into Italian.

There was some rustling, then faint voices, and then another voice. “Do you know what fuckin’ time it is?”

“Such language,” Beth sneered. “If Papa could hear you now… He’d have your head.”

There was a pause, then the voice switched to Italian. “What do you want?”

“I received your message. You know, the one you sent all the way to Las Vegas for me?”

Another pause. “Where is he now?”

“Six feet under somewhere in the Nevada desert. Next time, send me a letter.”

“I only wanted to—”

“I don’t care what you wanted to do. I’m still not coming back. I’m not a scared little child anymore. So leave me the fuck alone. I have a life here, one that I actually enjoy, and I am not going to let you fuck that up. If you ever try a stunt like this again, I’ll send your man back with a message of my own… and you won’t like it.”

“Elizabeth… I’m your family.”

Beth’s grip on the phone tightened until her knuckles were white. “Some family.”

Then she hung up.

Oh, shine on, shine on harvest moon, up in the sky…

Beth unlocked the door, then stepped into her apartment. She saw that the kitchen floor had been cleaned of any blood as she closed the door and locked it.

Vinnie was sitting at the kitchen table, nervously chewing his fingernails, and looked up when she entered. “Did you…”

Beth went over and nodded. “Yeah,”

Vinnie nodded. “Okay…”

There was a pause. Then, suddenly, all the emotions Beth should have been feeling that night hit her all at once. Tears glossed over her vision, and she felt them running down her cheeks as she started to cry.

I ain’t had no lovin’ since April, January, June, or July…

Vinnie got up and wrapped his arms around her. Beth wrapped her arms around his torso, and buried her face in his shoulder. “Please don’t leave me,” she choked out.

Gentle hands stroked her hair. “I won’t,”

Beth gripped him tighter. “Promise you won’t,”

“I promise, Bethie,”

The two of them stood there, hugging each other. And it was in the comfort of Vinnie’s arms that Beth remembered the last bit of the old song, and the melody that still haunted her.

Snow time ain’t no time to stay outdoors and spoon… So shine on, shine on harvest moon, for me and my gal.

#jesus this is bleak as fuck #poor beth #her family sucks eh?#I feel like I wasn't too clear on who the guy was #he was sent by beth's father to bring her back #vinnie got in the way so the guy was trying to kill him #and as you saw it quickly escalated #beth just wants to be left alone goddammit #vinnie is very confused and a little scared #but don't worry they won't have any more problems with beth's family after this #we also get some flashbacks featuring beth and vinnie #the song 'shine on' itself is actually a really good song #i'm sorry I just ruined it #assassin au #kiss au writing #hope you enjoyed!

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starbuck09256 · 6 years ago

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Starry Night in Nevada

50 states of sex challenge thanks @softnow @viceversawrites

taggins @today-in-fic

She shifts uncomfortably on her heels, her face a mix of panic and awkwardness. She swallows hard licking her lips as she states “a weird killing at the Clown Motel in Tonopah, Nevada. You want to go to the middle of nowhere Nevada and hunt down a ghost clown?” She is hoping he suddenly has a change of heart. She hates clowns has been terrified of them since she was a child. Please change your mind, please please please. She could just tell him no, say I don’t feel like going to Nevada in March because it’s still a 100 fucking degrees outside and dry heat my ass, and clowns are fucking scary and there are no such thing as ghosts... Maybe leave the last little bit out. Maybe she should just go down on him here in the office rip the file from his hand and throw it in the trash as she swiftly unbuckles his belt and slides her hands down his hips as she lowers her lips on his cock. That generally works to make him forget about things. Fuck he is holding up tickets, his bag is packed in the corner. When the hell did he have time to pack?

The blow job idea won’t work, she thinks, she already had him pulsing inside her this morning at 3am because she couldn’t sleep and his kisses are better than any ambien. He had left shortly after saying he wanted to get a jump on things at the office and apparently pack for this nightmare case. “Don’t we have some like budget meeting thing we have to go to this week?” She says wondering if they would have enough time to fully investigate this case and if she can get out of it. “yea, but it’s on Thursday, besides our flight leave in 2 hours. I uh already packed for you too,” He says and that is when she notices her small carry on bag tucked in the corner. “you went through my stuff and packed for me?” her mood more dangerous now that she is aware how far he went for this little trip. “Not like that Scully, remember the mix up at the airport last week? We got back from California and they lost both our bags, they delivered them to my place I got everything washed and dry cleaned and the weather is gonna be the same so I thought I could save you the trouble I grabbed a couple things when I left this morning so that you could get some sleep. Because you know you were up.. Late.” he’s moved his face next to hers breathing in her shampoo and perfume. He licks his lips hovering just above her mouth. “so late, Scully doing important things,” she sighs and he grins at her failing resolve his lips land on her neck gently sucking and trailing small kisses until he stops just under her ear. “Fine, let’s go catch a cab.”

The clown motel is even creepier than she thought it would be and Mulder definitely notices. She will barely go inside. Tonopah doesn’t have a morgue it only has three gas stations, six bars and one school. Priorities she guesses. She finishes the autopsies quickly at the local high school lab hoping that they can catch the next flight. Mulder comes to meet her letting her know the culprits walked into the police department and confessed while she assures him it was simply an overdose of Viagra mostly likely to get more bang for their buck at the local brothels and the projection of the clown walking down main street was merely a coincidence. A young deputy let’s her know they will handle all the rest and thanks them for coming all the way up here to bust up a recreation of an episode of Scooby Doo.

“you glad we get to go home?” he calls out as he changes in the bathroom. She is so glad, “yea actually I hate clowns, and that motel was beyond creepy.” she admits her high heels are already off and she is looking at the assortment of clothing Mulder has packed for her. Lots of sexy unpractical lingerie, her favorite green sweater a pair of faded jeans, and a coat. Why would she need a coat in Nevada of all places? “I noticed you seemed pretty uncomfortable. Were you afraid of clowns as a kid?” he asks he comes out of the bathroom freshly showered rubbing his hair with a towel. Loose fitting blue jeans and a grey shirt finishing off his look. She looks up at him “yes I was, clearly irrational but they are creepy”. He smiles at her walking to the bed dropping the towel on the floor. He crawls up her bracing himself on his elbow as he reached over to play with the buttons on her blouse. “it makes complete sense why you of all people would be afraid of clowns.” She looks at him confused while enjoying his light touch across her chest. “How’s that?” she mutters. His fingers have undone the top three buttons and he is slowly letting his hand trickle over her lace bra. “Clowns are people in disguise, they are hiding themselves, you realized that the only real fear you should have is of people” it’s a statement from his clinical psychology days. His hand slips inside her bra gently pulling at her nipple. “Mulder, you had this case solved before we even got off the plane, why are we here?” He unclasps her bra. “I want to show you something but it won’t be ready for a few more hours, think we can think of something to past the time?” his grin is sheepish and endearing. She turns on her side to face him as her hands move down to pull his shirt up as she strokes his abs. “Oh I think we can think of something.”

In the earlier days of their new arrangement he would have fucked her against the door as soon as they got the keys to the rooms. But the new secret life they lead is more relaxed. They make love in the crappy motel in Tonopah and then relax to watch something on satellite. It’s late and she wants to go to sleep but Mulder lets her know he is going to wake her up for her surprise the real reason they flew across the country drove 4 hours and why she had to suffer through seeing a clown motel. He wakes her up at 3am nuzzling her thighs and kissing his way up her body. “what time is it?” she mutters. “It’s time to get up, change into the jeans and sweater and bring the coat. I have everything else in the car.” “What? Mulder.” “Come on Scully it’ll be worth it, I promise.”

The drive is short up a steep hill on the edge of the cemetery he gets out and tells her to cover her eyes while he “sets up”. Not knowing what the hell he is talking about and not caring because it’s 3am, she lets her eyes fall shut only to feel Mulders hand an instant later pulling her gently out of the car. “Where are we going?” she mutters. But he is too far ahead of her to hear. They walk up the hill and her eyes adjust to the darkness. She sees it then he has set up a blanket a thermos and a small portable telescope. “Come lay down with me” he smiles tugging her to the blanket. She lays down on the blanket and he cuts off the lantern he brought. She looks up to see millions of stars shining down on her. “oh my god,” she whispers. He is right next to her holding her hand. He leans in and kisses her whispering as to not break the enchantment of the night sky ”Tonopah Nevada has the best star gazing in the united states, and tonight there is a meteor shower, and I personally have always wanted to make love to you under the stars.” She turns and looks at him and chuckles shaking her head. She licks her lips and kisses him her hand cupping his face pulling him on top of her. The night breeze is cool against her skin as he moves inside of her, her breath catching as she shutters around him still watching the shooting stars outlining his face in the night sky.

Author Notes: Tonopah Nevada totally is the star gazing capitol of the U.S. It also totally has a clown motel that is incredibly creepy. It is 3.5 hours from the nearest anything and has lots of brothels and a huge cemetery. Sorry it’s not that smutty. Hope you liked it.

#msr fanfic #mulder and scully #50 states of sex challenge mulder has always been dating scully how they found out she is afraid of clowns

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bwglifestyle · 6 years ago

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4 Incredible Destinations To Add To Your US Road Trip

The US is the ultimate country for road tripping, thanks to long cross-state, easy-to-drive routes and the amazing stops along the way. The country is vast and offers something for everyone - from nature lovers to culture vultures to beach bums. We have picked four incredible destinations that you might like to add to your American road trip itinerary for future trips. Grab a map and start planning!

Las Vegas, Nevada

Sin City is like nowhere else on Earth. Appearing like a mirage in the middle of the Nevadan desert is the bright lights, excess and glamour of what is best described as a playground for adults. Even seasoned world travellers will be wowed by the entertainment, hotels and of course, casinos that the city has to offer. If there is one place not to miss on your American road trip, this is it.

San Francisco, California

Any stretch of the Pacific Coast Highway is a good one, but San Francisco is one of the most iconic. There is a whole lot of thing to tick off your bucket list while you are here: drive over the Golden Gate Bridge, head out to sea for a visit to Alcatraz and take a walk down to Lands End, for starters. The highway offers the epic coastal scenery the west coast is famous for, so if you love spending time by the sea, this might be the route for you.

Monument Valley, Utah and Arizona

Even if you had never heard the name, chances are you have seen Monument Valley on the big screen. This symbol of the American West has featured in a long list of blockbusters, including Forrest Gump and 2001: A Space Odyssey. The reason for its appeal to filmmakers is obvious: it's red and orange sandstone formations that tower over the surrounding sandy desert make the most spectacular backdrop, and they are even more impressive in real life. Drive through at dawn or dusk to see this magical scenery at its best.

New Orleans, Louisiana

The home of Mardi Gras lives up to its colourful and vibrant reputation. This is a city with a melting pot culture that loves to party, has a world-renowned food and music scene, and a lot of history to discover. If you can, time your arrival during Mardi Gras for the complete New Orleans experience, although whenever you turn up, there is almost guaranteed to be a festival or event going on.

Who feels inspired to hit the road in America? Whichever route you take, there is no question that you are in for the trip of a lifetime with classic road trip destinations like these waiting to be discovered.

#America #US #road trip #travel guide #destination guide #wanderlust #travel #new orleans #utah #arizona #San francisco #Las Vegas #Vegas

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masonjar828 · 6 years ago

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So this is in response to an ask me thing I reblogged. Thanks @kylorenpunk for once again making me do them all 😂 but I ain’t no quitter so let’s begin shall we.

1. Selfie; as seen above

2. What would you name your future kids?; If I could have sole control of naming my kids, I’d go with Zephyr for a girl and Red Nalloh for a boy. I always liked the word zephyr and I like the palindrome name that would come from naming my son that.

3. Do I miss anyone?; I recently moved to the west coast and left a lot of close friends behind so I miss each of them every day.

4. What am I looking forward to?; I recently interviewed for a job I’m pretty excited about so I’m really looking forward to hearing new news from them!

5. Is there anyone who can make me smile?; Legit anyone who ever says or does a kind thing to me I will think about from time to time with a little grin.

6. Is it hard for me to get over someone?; I don’t have too much experience needing to do so but I feel like it takes me a normal amount of time to get back on the level after being with someone 😂😅

7. What was my life like last year?; I was a senior in college man...life was a ball of stress and sleep deprevation for months.

8. Have I ever cried from annoyance?; Not really. It honestly takes a lot to make me cry usually. BUT! Show me something with heartwarming feels and a tear or two will always come.

9. Who did I last see in person?; My aunt while we were watching a movie.

10. Am I good at hiding my feelings?; Maybe? I feel like I am but I also know my poker face is garbage so I could be suckish at hiding my feelings too haha.

11. Am I listening to music right now?; Yes! The new Greatest Showman Reimagined album and it’s utterly amazing!

12. What is something I want right now?; I want more than anything rn to hear back from some job somewhere because I’m so in need of a post-college job 😂😅

13. How to I feel right now?; Bit of a headache and fairly tired but overall pretty happy! Listening to the rain outside helps.

14. When was the last time someone of the opposite sex hugged me?; About 20min ago when I said goodnight to my aunt lol.

15. Personality description; I feel the best way to describe my personality is a hyperactive ball of music and useless facts who usually does anything to help my friends, usually at the expense of my sanity at times 😂

16. Have I ever wanted to tell someone something but I didn’t?; There was a time where I desperately wanted to take a risk of telling one of my closest friends just how I truly felt about her but didn’t because I didn’t want to risk ruining the friendship that meant too much to me.

17. Opinion on insecurities; They are a thing everyone experiences and should never be judged on, but I do feel like the only way to truly become better as a person is to actively work to identify and try to work on overcoming or coming to terms with them.

18. Do I miss how things were a year ago?; The constant stress, absolutely not. The friends I got to see daily and never get to see and rarely talk to anymore, all the goddamn time.

19. Have I ever been to New York?; State, yes. City, also yes. Went this past summer to see Hamilton live and my god it was one of the best shows I’ve ever experienced! ☺️

20. Favorite song at the moment?; Hardest question in the world to ask me since I listen to and love so many so songs at once. The one currently stuck in my head is Zac Brown Bands version of From Now On from the Greatest Showman Reimagined soundtrack.

21. Age and birthday; 22 and August 28th

22. Description of crush; No crushes at the current moment but I usually like women a tad shorter than me, with amazing eyes, and a personality that is fun and nerdy so we can make stupid puns and jokes to each other.

23. Fears; Only one real one and it’ll always be snakes. Fuck those venomous and scaly bastards.

24. Height; Like 5’9”-5’10”ish I think?

25. Role model; My dad for sure. He is one of the most loving and caring people I know who can be outright terrifying if he needs to be.

26. Idols; I’m not really the type to idolize anyone tbh 😅 I feel like idolization can be a tad unhealthy.

27. Things I hate; The thing I hate most in the world (apart from snakes, fuck snakes) would have to be the sound of silence (not the song I love the song). Silence weirds me the hell out and I’m not about it.

28. I’ll love you if...; I’ll basically love you if you just show you genuinely care for me and have my best interest at heart. If you do that I’ll basically fight for you til the very end.

29. Favorite films; Star Wars for a series, Airplane! for a individual movie.

30. Favorite tv shows; Brooklynn 99 is my current binge. Others tend to be Star Trek: Next Generation, Cosmos (think this is considered tv), Friends, Avatar, The Last Airbender, etc lol.

31. 3 random facts; About me I’m guessing? I can solve a Rubik’s cube in about 30sec. I can sing the lyrics to literally each and every track from the Hamilton soundtrack. And I can bake recipe for cookies I’ve had friends literally fight over blindfolded if I have the ingredients all lined out first.

32. Are my friends mainly girls or guys?; Girls mostly. Guys tend to annoy the hell out of me most of the time. Even my best friend in the world can annoy the shit out of me fairly easily 😂😅

33. Something I want to learn; How to play literally any instrument. At all. I have wanted to learn for ages but I am just not good with instruments at all.

34. Most embarrassing moment; I tend to repress my embarrassing moments a lot so the first one that comes to mind is when I was talking shit about a professors godawful and stupid teaching method after being given a test he taught us like 30% of and turning around to see him 10ft away and definitely hearing what I said 😐

35. Favorite subject; Any math or chemistry really. #chemicalengineeringlife

36. 3 dreams I want to fulfill; Fairly easy I think. Find success in an area near my family so I can stay close with them after years of being unable to. Find a partner who I can be happy with the rest of my life. And be financially stable to never need to stress about living day to day.

37. Favorite actor/actress; Actor I think Chris Pratt. Actress Anna Kendrick.

38. Favorite comedian; John Mulaney without hesitation.

39. Favorite sport; Tennis. Can’t play it for years and not love it.

40. Favorite memory; Ooh hard one. I think it would have to be the time my family went camping to a place in the middle of Nowhere, Nevada when I was younger and I was able to see each and every star in the sky like I had never been able to before. It made me start to love space and science as a whole looking into that beautiful endless abyss.

41. Favorite book; Hate this because I love reading so so much and it’s like having to choose a favorite child. I think the one I most often reread would have to be The Hobbit though.

42. Favorite song ever; Bohemian Rhapsody I would guess counts the most since it’s the one I will always go back to and enjoy. (Also if you haven’t seen Bohemian Rhapsody the movie yet it’s insanely entertaining and I recommend it hard)

43. Age I get mistaken for; With the beard grown out some age definitely mid-20s, without the beard I’ve been called 18 or younger multiple occasions.

44. How I found out about my idol; See idol question above.

45. What my last text message says; “Goodnight”, sent to a friend I was talking to as they were very close to passing out.

46. Turn ons; If you’re able to engage with me on an intellectual level and be able to just be fun and goofy with me.

47. Turn offs; Trump supporters, Naxi sympathizers, and people who refuse to accept scientific evidence for things like vaccines and climate change.

48. Where I want to be right now; In bed, which luckily I am! 😝

49. Favorite picture of my idol; See idol question above.

50. Starsign; Virgo I believe.

51. Something I’m talented at; Random useless fact storage to be used at bar trivia nights.

52. 5 things that make me happy; Being with family, listening to good music, reading a good book, baking something delicious, and long drives with deep talks with friends.

53. Something worrying me at the moment; Not getting the nice job I interviewed for after the interview going as awesome as it did.

54. Tumblr friends; I have a few friends who have tumblrs like @kylorenpunk, @thepunmaster3000, and @be-inspirational-to-others. Though any mutuals I have I would love to become more friendly with so please feel free to send me a message sometime 😂😋

55. Favorite food; Probably chicken Alfredo I think.

56. Favorite animasl; Dolphins and tortoises 🐬🐢

57. Description of best friend; Tall dude with a short trimmed beard. Musically talented in basically any instrument I can think of. Movie lover to the point of almost insanity. Funny dude who also calls me out on my extremely dumb jokes and puns all the goddamn time.

58. Why I joined tumblr; I was told about it by a friend when I needed to vent a lot and she had me make one. Vented very rarely but enjoyed the weirdness of the site.

59. Ask me anything you want (I’m guessing for who asked me this); @kylorenpunk, why the hell do you make me always do all of these? 😂😅 I don’t mind but lord does it take forever to type all this junk out.

#ask post #lots of answers #selfie #for the first time on this site I think #mutuals #feel free to message me sometime #just not these questions again #😅

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