#and her drunk ass was laughing in the backseat

[werepires]

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[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Cod Men with Drunk!Reader

Requested: Yes [Can I request cod men with fem reader who is drunk with friends and when he goes to pick her up, she’s like refusing and saying she has a bf and starts blabbering about how much she loves him and she doesn’t even recognise him 😭]

Warnings: Reader is actually mostly GN cause I couldn’t find any way to casually mention them being fem, there is one Königin (german word for Queen) mention though, Drunk people behavior, Violence, Cops get called, Reader gets lots of kisses but nothing more than that

Ghost

Ghost is more than a little amused when you squirm in his hold as he picks you up, vehemently fighting him with your limbs what were weak from your drunk state, blabbering on and on about how you already have a boyfriend that you love with all your heart. It warms the empty black pit where his heart once resides, making the cracked edges of his soul pulse with life. Even like this, you still wanted him? Still didn’t want anyone but him? It didn’t even matter that you were so inebriated that you didn’t recognize him, he couldn’t stop himself from leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Your wide eyed expression, your mouth hanging open, made him chuckle.

And he promptly had to dodge your open hand trying to slap at him as you cried about how your boyfriend was gonna beat him up for that.

Soap

Soap can’t help but laugh at you as he slings you over his shoulder, adoring the squeak that you let out when he does so, his hand smacking your ass rather harshly, telling you that he’ll just have to fight your boyfriend then. He asks if your boyfriend is stronger than him, more handsome, braver, as he drags you to the car, forcefully buckling you into the backseat, his grin only widening when you say that he is. He’s certain he’s never been more in love than in this moment, nuzzling his nose to yours affectionately before putting on the child locks to the back doors and taking you home. (He was a little less amused when he got pulled over by the police on the way home because you somehow found a pen and some paper in the backseat and used it to ask a nearby driver to call the cops)

König

König finds it quite endearing but it’s also a bit nerve wracking, worried that people around you will get the wrong intention as he tries to quietly escort you to the car as you insist that you have a boyfriend that you already love, trying to sneak past him back into the bar. The words warm his heart but people are starting to look at him suspiciously so he shushes you softly.

“Königin, please. You’re making a scene.” He tells you softly, his big hands cupping your face as you stare at him with confusion before loudly demanding to know why he knows the nickname he always calls you. König sighs, knowing this was going to be a long trip home.

Alejandro

Alejandro just laughs, pulling you into his lap right there at the bar, pressing kisses all over your face as he remarks on how lucky your boyfriend is to have such a beautiful and loyal partner. Your flustered and defiant look only amuses him more and he presses extra kisses to your cheeks before nibbling at your ears, standing up with you in his arms. “You’re really adorable, Amor!” He tells you, carrying your writhing body all the way to the car, buckling you in securely, kissing your lips softly before getting secured himself. Thankfully you fell asleep on the way home so he didn’t have to drag you kicking and screaming into the house.

Krueger

Krueger is a mix between exhausted and amused as you try to fight him at the bar, crying about how you can’t go home with him because you have a boyfriend already and you love him. It’s cute but people are starting to look distressed and he even thinks he sees some people on the phone starting to call the police, his gruff and blank face does the situation no favors. No amount of reassurances seem to quell you so eventually he just tosses you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and marches to the door. One guy actually tries to block the door, thinking you were in danger, and Krueger tries to get around him but the man is insistent and the both of them are getting more agitated as time passes so he eventually just clocks the man in the face, knocking him out cold before dragging you home.

Keegan

“That so?” Keegan hums when you try to push him away while claiming that you already have a boyfriend, a smirk on his face as he leans into your face, snickering at how your nose scrunches up so cutely. “I think I could take him in a fight.” He says, only growing more giddy with how you vehemently deny it, telling him how your boyfriend could kick his ass sooooo easily. He’s delighted by your loyalty even while in such a state and he chuckles, nipping your nose and pulling you into his arms, nuzzling the top of your head as you bang your fists against his chest and shoulders. “C’mon, Doll. It’s time to go home. And in the morning we can talk more about this boyfriend of yours.”

[marcsburnerphone]

Bars and broken hearts

Simon Riley x F!reader 

Summary: The 141 minus john goes out for drinks and when johnny decides to throw simon a spontaneous bachelor surprise it goes left quickly.

Warnings: angst, betrayal, infidelity?, guilt, heartbreak, not a happy ending, alcohol consumption, lmk if I’m missing anything.

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“Well I think you should go.” you say to your fiance who's currently trying to back out of plans he promised to attend with his mates, again.

“Why can't you just beg me to stay isn’t that what you’re are supposed to do.” he says in a whine although with a gruff voice like his only you could pick up on the slight change.

“And hear Johnny complain in my ear the next time I see him cause you’re never out of the house, yeah no thanks.” you say while stirring honey into your cup of tea. You can practically feel the holes his eyes are burning into your skull.

“You know they are always up to no good when we go out.” he says in a condescending tone.

“I trust you.” he has never given you a reason not to.

“You should they’d never let anything come between us, they love you more than me.” he says while slowly approaching you from the back planting a firm kiss to your cheek.

“So you’ll be attending then?” you say gleefully.

“Yeah, just this once though, gives me leeway to say no next time.” you laugh softly, simon and his thought out plans to get out of leaving home.

“I'll drop you off, don't look too good.” you say turning around, he gives you a strong kiss on the lips, tangling his large hand into your hair as his other hand squeezes gently at your ass groaning roughly as he hikes your thigh onto his waist.

“Yeah, nice try.” you say pushing him away reluctantly.

“Sure you don’t want me to stay?” You do want him to stay.

“I’m sure.” he groans, walking off into your shared bedroom carelessly pulling a black shirt and pants off a hanger, nearly snapping them.

You laugh to yourself taking a seat onto the couch as he noticeably makes his steps extra heavy on his way to the bathroom. You patiently wait for him, swiping mindlessly through social media.

“Right, I'm ready.” his voice slightly startles you and he quickly softens his attitude.

“If you would’ve kissed me looking like this i might’ve just kept you in.” you sigh into his mouth pulling him down for a kiss.

“Later I arrive, the later I leave, let's go.” you drive him to a pub not too far from your home. His hand squeezes at your thigh the whole way there until you arrive.

“I'll see you in a bit, I love you.” the corner of his mask lifts slightly.

“Better not be late for me doll, I love you more by the way.” he says while shutting the door waving you off.

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“Aww where’s the lass?” Johnny questions still mostly sober.

“At home she said she’ll join next time.” Simon lies, you hate babysitting three 200 pound plus men after a long night.

“Tell her I promise to not empty my stomach in her car next time, I swear it.” soap says while ordering a round of shots.

“Like she’d believe that after the past TWO times.” Johnny looks remorseful as Gaz laughs then gags remembering what it was like to sit in the backseat with him.

“I feel like we're going to get into some trouble tonight.” Johnny says while downing his third shot early into the night. “When is a night with you not trouble?” gaz says to the two men smiling widely.

“When is a night with me not fun you mean.” Johnny says with a devilish smirk.

“Chaos you mean?.” Simon quips.

“All of those sound like a good time to me.” Johnny says while waving down the bartender again.

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“You’ll be approaching married life soon.” Johnny says with slightly slurred speech.

“Indeed I will.” It makes a tipsy drunk Simon smile as he lifts the bottom of his mask to take a swig of the whiskey in his glass.

“Think you’ll be having little ones running around soon?” gaz asks, he could see the big scary ghost with a daughter or two. Simon smoothens his mask before talking.

“Maybe, me and miss talk about it sometimes but nothing ever too serious, she’d make a great mum though.” The boys love just how in love he is with you.

“Will you name one of em after me?” Johnny asks.

“Funny joke mate.” They all laugh.

“Lass we’ll take another round.” heads snap towards him.

“Johnny!” Both simon gaz exclaim their nearly 8 shots in each and a couple of other drinks the result of tonight's starting to sound like alcohol poisoning.

“What’s wrong with a little fun once in a while.”

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“I miss my wife.” Simon says, eyes glossed over and a severe need to taste your mouth. 

“Will we be throwing you a bachelor party?” Simon scoffs.

“This is my bachelor party, enjoy it.” Johnny groans at his awfully boring best lad.

“I have to take a piss be back.” Johnny says, excusing himself. Gaz and simon give each other a look knowing full well he went to the mens room less than ten minutes ago.

“What’s that about?” Gaz asks.

“Don't know but ima text the missus to come save me.” Simon says whipping out his phone instantly happier by the picture of you on his lock screen.

After sending you a quick text he agrees to one more round as Johnny rejoins, what he doesn't notice is as he tossed his head back Johnny slipped his phone into the back pockets of his jeans mistaking it for his own.

“Why do you look like that?” Gaz questions the mischievous smirk on Johnny's face.

“No reason.” 

“Oh no johnny what’d you do.'' They follow his eyeline as a woman, definitely a hooker walk from the hall where the bathrooms are definitely heading towards them. 

“Hey boys.” she says, running a hand down Simon's chest.

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You’ve tried simons phone nearly six times now and nearly circled this block three times to let him know you’re here. You call once more groaning loudly as the voicemail starts once again. You search the busy street for parking, getting lucky as a car pulls out from the front of the pub.

You step out into the chilly london air not caring to pay for parking this shouldn't be long anyways. It's busier than you’d ever seen it, you wrap your arms tightly around yourself considering you're in thin pajamas, Simon emits too much heat to sleep in anything else.

Finding your way to the bar knowing where they usually sit you keep your eyes peeled for him excited to get him home and finish what he started earlier. That's until you see him. You see her first actually, snaking her hands around the back of his clothed head where yours were merely hours ago. His eyes are pointed towards her breast as she puts on quite the show, grinding slowly on his lap, flicking her tongue out onto his cloth covered ear. Simon’s hazed eyes are seeing you, like a dual reality that goes back and forth between a random woman and the woman he loves. Words are unable to leave your mouth so you stand there in utter horror until reality catches up to you.

“Simon.” your voice comes out in a whisper as the three men's heads turn towards you. The woman who looked like she’d been having a good time on Simon's lap also looks towards you, then the ring on your finger. The three of them had never become sober so fast in their lives.

“Oh god.” you feel sick, turning around quickly and bee lining for the door as your eyes tunnel vision.

“Get off me.” Simon says awfully harshly as Gaz looks disappointed towards johnny.

He’s after you in seconds, strides long and quick. You're at an arm's length when he tries to pull you back but misses by a thread. Times moving in slow motion for the both of you and this pub has never been so large.

“Wait, I swear that wasn't what it looked like.” His deep and loud voice causes the other patrons to look your way. Gaz and Johnny are steps behind him as he rushes as quickly as he can.

When the outside hits you, so do the tears. Your hand grips weakly at the spot of your shirt above your heart. It feels like the wind has been knocked from you and the world is crumbling around you. 

“Love i swear-” you turn around quickly slapping him across the face. It stuns you but not him; he simply looks back towards you.

“Deserved that.” 

“Lass it was a dumb joke i thought id-” 

“You were supposed to have my back, you guys are like my brothers, is this how it is everytime you come out?” a sob racks through you as they all visibly watch your heart break.

“It's not like that.” Simon tries to calmly explain.

“I'm leaving.” you say slowly walking backwards towards your car getting in quickly and locking the doors before your fiance can try the handle.

“Love, just listen to me i didn't know what was going on.” he shouts through the window as you start pulling out and speeding off as soon as possible.

“I’ll fucking kill you.” he yells to johnny.

“I don't know what I was thinking.” he admits as his drunk actions hit his sober self.

“You need to get a ride home now.” gaz says walking into the street to hail down an overly expensive taxi.

Simon gets in it immediately telling the man your address and slipping him a few extra hundred for speed. His breath is rapid matching the racing pace of his heart. The two other men watch as he leaves.

“You’re so fucked mate.” Gaz says to an already guilty looking johnny.

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Simon nearly tears off the door handle as he exits the car almost two homes ahead and runs there instead. He’s fumbling keys until he realizes you’ve left the door unlocked. Instantly he's searching for you, panicked and in a hurry to soothe your aching heart.

He goes to reach for your shut bedroom door only to realize it's locked. He knocks rapidly once then twice.

“Love let me explain. I swear it's not what it looked like.” he leans his head against the door as you silently cry on the other side.

“Don’t do this to yourself.” wrong choice of words but he meant well.

Before he knows it you're throwing the door open.

“To myself!” you yell as loudly as you can, shoving your hands into his solid chest.

“That's not what I meant.” he says, removing the mask.

“We’re engaged Simon, we were going to get married in a few months.” you cry turning around trying to slam the door on him.

“Were ? No, let me explain.” he says, catching it with the toe of his boot.

“I don't want to hear it, go tell it to whoever that woman was.” you’re infuriating he wants to scream but he knows all hell would break loose had he caught you in the same position.

“Johnny had hired her, I had no idea.” he gets out as quickly as possible.

“And you let her dance and lick on you and hold you the way I hold you.” the disgust on your face as you look at him cuts deeper than any knife.

“I was drunk.” he even thinks that sounds disgusting.

“Cheap fucking excuse.” you say going into your closet grabbing all your clothes and throwing it onto the bed.

“What’re you doing?” it's hushed and laced with panic.

“Leaving.” 

“Like hell you are.” he says quickly, fighting to pull what's in your hands out of them. You’re unwilling to give up at first, grip tighter than ever but he would always win. You fall to the ground and let go. Crying from hurt and frustration. He drops to his knees to meet you on the floor.

He scoops you into his chest as closely as possible, it hurts that you don’t clutch onto him like you normally would. You Are stiff in his arms so visibly uncomfortable. He wants to cry too, he knew he shouldn’t have gone out there's no need when your heart is at home.

“Let go of me.” you say weakly.

“Lets talk.” he says, loosening his grip on you watching as you scurry backwards.

“Nothing you say can make this better.” you admit leaning your head against the wall behind you.

“It wasn't my idea or choice, my love I was wasted.”

“I was waiting outside for you, calling over and over again but you were just too busy being entertained by another woman, how fucking dare you.” you say quietly but firmly.

“I know I fucked up but we cant throw this away just cause one mishap.” he says trying to inch closer to you.

“I would’ve never done that to you.” you say as tears stream smoothly down your reddened cheeks.

“I know.” how does one forgive an action like this he wonders.

“Please get out.” you say through stuttered breaths.

“Love-” 

“Simon, get out or I'll leave.” He rises to his feet in an instance beginning to very slowly make his ways towards the door.

“Hey simon.” you say and his name sounds so rare on your tongue since you've met him he's always been riley or love.

“Yeah.” he says, approaching you crouching down slightly. You reach out, grabbing his hand and placing something into his palm before closing it.

Simon slowly opens his hands fearing what he already knows is there and utterly cringes inside when he sees your ring.

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excited but ready for a little criticism, be easy on me I'm barley getting familiar with the character.

Hope you guys thoroughly enjoyed mwah!

[neopuppy]

I Hit It Like It’s All Mine (M)

pairing. Johnny x female reader

genre. best friends step-mom AU, besties johnjae, college graduate Johnny, pwp, M/F

warnings. profanity, infidelity, y/n is older than Johnny, alcohol mentioned, teasing, overstimulation, breeding kink, rough & unprotected sex, degradation/praise. idk ily Johnny.

wc. 10k

now playing. All Mine//Plaza

Week 1

“Oh,” Jaehyun slams down on the brakes, speaking over the rubble of rocks and engine shutting off. “I should probably mention something important about my step-mom.”

Johnny lets out a confused laugh, pushing his sunglasses up to headband the mess speeding down the coast made of his long locks. “Gee, we’ve been flying and driving for how many hours now? Suddenly you decide this important information is something you need to tell me right before I meet her for the first time?”

Jaehyun shrugs, running a hand through his hair full of mucky sea breeze. “Didn’t want you to hound me about this on the way, I know how you are.”

“I know how you are as well, Jeong Jaehyun.”

“When we’re home, I prefer Jeffrey, dude.” His best friend sneers, exiting the convertible he had to beg his dad to let him rent for a few weeks while vacationing at their beach house.

“Sure Jeff, now please, spare me the details and catch me up on this vital info before I have to pretend your dad isn’t a complete dick with an amazing pool and view of the beach for the next three weeks.” Johnny chides, hauling out a surfboard from the backseat.

“Right right, well my step-mom,” Jaehyun feigns a lack of interest, pulling a trucker hat on to tame his unruly hair. “She’s hot, like.. like she’s really really hot.”

Johnny has to laugh, pausing with a crease between his eyebrows. “You dirty fucking pervert.”

Jaehyun gives him a look, lips tugged back in a way he only displays when he wants to be taken serious. “I’m being real right now man, she’s like..”

Scratching at the back of his neck, Jaehyun’s shoulders slouch, shaking his head at his best friend. “Just be careful dude.”

“Jaehyun—Jeffrey, whatever, what the fuck dude?” Johnny’s face furrows, following after his friend to enter through the back of the house. “You think I’m gonna try to fuck your step-mom or some shit?”

Jaehyun spares him an annoyed look, tossing his backpack onto his bed before flopping onto his stomach with a groan. “Yeah, I think you’re going to try and fuck my step-mom.”

“Have some faith in me dude,” Johnny bristles, lugging his belongings into his best friend's summertime bedroom he hasn’t seen in years. “Should let me sleep on the floor still, you know whenever we come back too late. Don’t want your sexy step-mom finding me drunk off my ass in the hallway— I’m irresistible, you know?”

“Yeah, you really had no reason to keep growing past 5’10. Thanks for leaving me behind, good looking out as always.” Jaehyun grumbles, perching his chin onto his forearm uncomfortably as memories flash across the backs of his eyelids. The last time he’d asked his friend to not fuck a girl had been Senior year of high school, and that didn’t end well for him.

Jaehyun’s throat clears, sitting up with the sudden urge to down a gallon of water. “Remember Sabrina? That transfer I had uh— a thing for our last year of high school?”

Johnny snorts, fingering a polaroid of his teenage-self between two digits. “You mean that blonde you had a fat crush on? Yeah, of course I remember her… great legs.”

“I thought so.” Jaehyun sighs, eyeing his best friend with a scheming gaze. “Whatever happens, I just don’t want to find out. Alright?”

“Dude chill,” Johnny rolls his eyes, opening up the walk-in closet he spent a few blurry nights passed out in. ���Let’s get a quick swim in before the sun goes down, yeah?”

Jaehyun lets out an exhausted grunt, muffled and distant, burying his face deeper into freshly laundered bedsheets. “Pass.”

“Boo, you whore.” Johnny jeers, stripping down to nothing as he fiddles with different pairs of swim trunks in search of his size. “Have to make the best of every day here.”

Without bothering to waste more time, he shuffles into much too small flip flops to avoid unpacking his belongings. “I’ll be back.” Cracking a beach towel across Jaehyun’s back, Johnny lightly jogs back out the way they entered, sighing in relief as cool thick air flows across his skin.

Something about summers at the beach growing up always brought comfort back when he needed it. Trudging through the sand with a towel slung over his shoulder, Johnny smiled watching his toes get lost in the midst of granules, chalked up by the residue painting it’s way up past his ankles the more he kicked through. His grin only grew wider when he lifted his gaze to peer around the expanse of space still filled with locals, vacationers, bums and best of all— girls sliding their frames down for a better look at him.

Johnny laid out his towel near the water, just close enough to run in and dose himself in salty waves within seconds, but to avoid any possible high-tide crashing beyond his feet. Letting out a loud obnoxious yawn, he stretches out, allowing the sunglasses holding back his hair to fall into place and shield his eyes. It felt nice to lean back, purposely flexing his stomach muscles under the low sunlight and picking up the whispered hush of gasps and girlish vocals asking ‘who is he?’

Scratching under his chin, he glances around casually, tinted shades disclose well enough to admire oiled up bottoms basking in the sun. If all goes right, he should be getting his dick wet at least five times a week while staying out here. That should be a good enough way to melt off the weight of pre-med stress. Johnny’s tongue clicks, reminding himself to stop thinking about school. The future doesn’t matter right now, his decision to spend a large portion of break with Jaehyun boiled down to one thing and one thing only: getting laid.

‘California girls,’ Jaehyun sang, winking at his friend as he coerced him to purchase his flight. ‘They’re unforgettable.’

Johnny scoffs a bit at the memory, internally nodding as he takes in breasts bouncing beneath barely there bikini tops. He has a point, or Katy Perry did, whoever the hell sang that song. Nights fucking under lifeguard towers, running into the ocean butt naked under nothing but moonlight, slurping melted ice cream off dips and crevices sugary sticky syrup should never be. After months bundled up under thick layers and jackets with his face buried in research papers and endless cups of black coffee, he needed this more than ever. Jaehyun could tell, leave it to his best friend to know what's best for him.

Johnny decides it’s time for a quick swim, shoving up and dusting off sand from his backside, he strolls ahead pausing in his tracks when he sees something that catches his attention.

“My board?”

Johnny squints and shakes his head, blinded by sun cascading behind the figure sitting on top of the familiar surfboard. Turning his foot he moves closer for a better look, jaw loosening as the bright shadow diminishes, unveiling skin… tons of skin. His lip curls, noting the letter ‘J’ he etched into the edge of the board when he was 15, his board, not Jaehyun’s.

‘What difference does it make if I use your board or not?’

‘This is my baby, you can’t ride my baby.’ Johnny said, smoothing a wax down the body of wood with a rag. ‘How would you feel if another man was out there riding your girl?’

Jaehyun sneered, kicking sand at his best friend. ‘How many times have I asked you to not ride my girl and you do it anyway?’

‘Fine,’ Johnny scooped out his pocket knife, digging the sharp edge of it into the wood to carve out his initial. ‘This way, everyone knows who she belongs to.’

Jaehyun leaned over watching as the taller smirked proudly, breaking into a boisterous laugh. ‘You idiot, both of our names start with J.’

Johnny watched Jaehyun fall back into the sand clutching his stomach, twisting his mouth to the side because he just branded his baby for no good reason.

‘Ugh, just stay off my board dude!’

“The fuck..” Johnny watches intently as you emerge from the water, obscene droplets of water rolling off your thighs. “Nice board.”

He speaks before registering how close he’s come to stand near you, catching splashes of your hair across his chest as you wring out the sea water. “Thanks.”

Johnny wants to scoff, too caught up in the way you drop his beloved surfboard down by your feet carelessly. He wants to give you attitude, raises his voice at you for handling his baby so poorly, but he can’t, he can’t with his tongue hanging from his mouth like a thirsty dog.

“You’re beautiful.” His mouth feels dry already, swallowing mucky air down as he takes in your form and wonders how you managed to surf his board in that tiny string bikini leaving barely anything to imagine.

“Thanks.”

Again, you sound bored, not even sparing him a glance while throwing your hair around to air dry, and Johnny thinks it’s amusing. More amusing than any of the girl’s lined down the beach desperate for him to approach them instead.

“That board is a little too big for you, don’t you think?” Johnny cocks an eyebrow, head tilted to the side, tongue rimming his bottom lip to add action behind his condescending tone. “Just started surfing yesterday or something?”

“Hah..” finally you look at him, moreso glare at him, an equally snarky expression to match his written across your face. “What makes you think I can’t handle a board this big?”

Johnny pauses, taking in your features from the confidence in your gaze to your unblemished skin and lips that would look perfect struggling around his cock, and he thinks you’d be fun to ruin. Already dreaming of the hundreds of ways he could erase that cockyness from your pretty face. “You don’t really look like you can handle riding one that size.”

Clearing your throat, you bend over, ensuring a perfect view of your bottom perched between lycra cloth squeezing the fleshy meat out enticingly. Lifting the board under your arm with ease and a flip of your hair. “Now why would a little boy like you think you have a damn clue what I can handle?”

Johnny trails by your side, scrunching his eyebrows when you call him a little boy. “I’m 6’1!”

“No shit,” smiling, you brush him off with a wave of your hand. “Now shoo! Go find someone closer to your age to bother.”

“My age??” Johnny guffaws, too immersed in the way you’re dismissing him to even notice the direction you’re headed. “Uh, in case it’s not obvious— we’re definitely like the same age?”

“Doubt it.” Spinning quickly, you nearly knock him off his feet with a fierce hit from the tip of your surfboard. “Now go play with your toys before I call security and tell them you’ve lost your mommy.”

“I’m twenty-seven!” Johnny splutters, telling himself to ignore the coil in his gut lighting up from your threat. “And that’s my board!”

Akin to a petulant child, he reaches to grip around the wooden body to drag it free from your hold. The two of you going back and forth in a match of tug-o-war for no more than a minute between huffs and puffs and shrieks of ‘let go! I’m calling security!’ before the deep shout of his name distracts him enough to abruptly release his hold and send you crashing into the sand flat on your ass.

“Dude! Johnny what the hell!” Jaehyun runs from the front of his dad’s house, jumping over the pebbles lining the pathway of sand leading to the entrance. Hurling into his friend's chest, he knocks the wind out of Johnny and reaches to help you up, blabbering apologetically as the surfboard lays near you unceremoniously.

“Jaehyun?” You ask, latching onto his forearm to stand up and brush sand off your damp backside. “I thought you were coming in later?”

“Huh?” Johnny(ready to pounce on his friend) pauses and looks between the two of you, slowly glancing around in realization that you’ve walked up to his home for the next few weeks.

Jaehyun explains they ended up catching an earlier flight and hit no traffic, apologizing for being forgetful and not informing you ahead of time. “This..”

He points to the tall brunette that followed you home, letting out a disappointed sigh. “This is Johnny.”

“Oh!”

“Yeah,” Jaehyun nods, motioning between the two of you. “And this— is my step-mom.”

“Oh.” Johnny gulps, convincing himself that his cheeks are burning because of the warmth from the sun and not because of embarrassment, no, not because Jaehyun was right.

“See how I was right,” his friend leans in to mumble, patting Johnny on the shoulder. “Sorry if he was already bothering you.”

“Ahh, it’s okay. I think we got off on the wrong foot.” You say, pulling the board back up and tracing the carving. “I assumed this was Jaehyun’s before, my mistake.”

Jaehyun chuckles, nudging into Johnny’s side. “You see how that made no difference.”

“Shut up.” He mumbles under his breath, following the two of you inside, not without wiping off your limbs near the entrance. Quickly pulling on a too big zip up jacket to cover up in front of your new house guests.

“I had your dad’s assistant buy some of your favorites.” You call out, moving to the kitchen for a glass of water. “Fully stocked the fridge with cold brew and those Celsius drinks you like.”

Johnny follows behind, keeping his gaze set on the floor in hopes you’ll forget his lame attempt at flirting just minutes ago. “Don’t know what your friend likes, but we can order food if you guys are hungry?”

Jaehyun shrugs, grabbing two water bottles. “Sounds good, we aren’t picky. Whatever you want to eat we’ll be fine with.”

“Burritos?” You ask between sips of water, flicking to look between the two for approval. Jaehyun nods with a thumbs up, sliding one of the bottles in front of Johnny.

“Sounds yum.”

“Great!” Bouncing onto your toes you place an order on your phone and ask for Jaehyun to keep an ear open for the doorbell. “I’m gonna hop in the shower and rinse off real fast, feel free to get comfortable. The guest rooms all cleaned up and ready for you as well.”

Smiling in Johnny’s direction on your way out of the kitchen, you add a wink, as if to reassure him that you won’t bring up your beach banter again.

Jaehyun waits until he can hear the water running from your bathroom shower, breathily laughing and relaxing back into the chair near his friend's side. “You were trying to fuck her, weren’t you?”

“She had my board.” Johnny says, pretending to care more about scratching off the label on the water bottle melting in his palm.

“And you were trying to fuck her because of that?”

Johnny’s jaw clenches, ripping off the label and crumbling the paper between his fingers. “Just wanted to know why she had my board… She called me a little boy.”

Jaehyun laughs, knowing that must have pushed some buttons. “She’s older than us, not by much but.. surprisingly my dad actually remarried someone older than me.”

Johnny hums, taking a long swig from the bottle to woosh around his tongue. Mouth still dry from embarrassing himself. “So that’s your step-mom.”

“Yup.” Jaehyun’s lips smack, popping as the ‘P’ rolls off his tongue. “By the way, my dad won’t be around, some business deal in Dubai for the next few weeks.. Old bastard didn’t even bother to mention it. He’s already sky-high with his feet kicked up in Emirates first class.”

“So..” Johnny nods, playing with the bottle cap nervously. “It’s just the three of us.”

Jaehyun sighs, crushing up his empty bottle. “Yeah. It’s just the three of us.”

Meeting his best friend’s gaze, a silent exchange of words passes between the two. The small raise in Jaehyun’s eyebrow let Johnny know his thoughts without saying anything.

“I don’t want to know anything.” Jaehyun repeats quietly, getting up at the sound of the doorbell.

Johnny’s lips purse, hunching over onto the counter in thought. Maybe his original summer plans needed a few alterations, tapping the tips of his fingers against the marble counter, he wondered how much talk you were.

One way to find out.

Week 2

Paint fumes spill through the air conditioning vent, penetrating the guest rooms walls much too early to make sense. Johnny sniffs, squinting and groaning as his knuckles drag across his eyelids and he kicks at the sheet covering his lower half. “Fuck is that?”

It hasn’t been the most peaceful week, not quite, his own words of having to make use of each day coming back to bite him in the ass as Jaehyun shouted at him to get ready for another long night of bar hopping and club after club. Johnny realized after the second day of slamming shots that while his 22 year old self would have laughed at him, his present day self was in need of a porcelain bowl to drown his night of fun inside of.

“Ugh, I’m gonna throw up,” he mutters to himself, rolling side to side in bed miserably. The strong scent of paint more acidic than it should be as it mixed with vile poison left in his system from last night.

“That’s because you won’t eat greasy food after drinking dumbass.” Jaehyun says by his bedroom door with shades on inside and a cold brew in hand. “Mr. Healthy would rather suffer and stick to his diet.”

“Ughh.” Johnny fails to chuck a pillow at his friend, mumbling a string of curses.

“I left some medicine and orange juice on the nightstand.” Jaehyun lets him know. “Already ate breakfast, need fresh air, gonna take a stroll down to the pier. You coming?”

Johnny doesn’t bother to grace him with a real response, waving an arm behind to signal for him to go away. The other snorts, mumbling a ‘weak ass’ under his breath before exiting.

Minutes pass before he finally forces himself to crawl off the bed, dragging the sheet wrapped around his hip off as he scatters to collect the anti-nausea pills and cup of pulp-free OJ, that good rich people OJ from Whole Foods, he thinks. Typical Jeong household, nothing but the best.

Johnny slumps against the bed watching the room spin for a minute in an attempt to recall what happened last night.

‘Shots! Shots! Shots!’ Jaehyun kept howling in his ear, slamming wads of fifty dollar bills down on the bar as he ordered another round. ‘Who wants to do body shots!!’

Johnny sighs, having forgotten what a woo woo party girl his best friend could turn into after cracking open a bottle of Tequila. This is Jaehyun’s influence, egging him on with a whispered ‘pussy’ in his ear as he stared at the round of clear vengeful liquid ready to burn his esophagus. “Damn you Jeff.”

Another whiff of paint has chunks rising up his throat, charging up to the nearest bathroom to release the blacked out memories of last night. Johnny splashes his face, rinsing his mouth thoroughly until his teeth slick right off his tongue, shining pearly whites and burning from the amount of mouthwash he gargles to remove the taste. “No more drinking, you’re not 21 anymore.”

Stepping into the hallway, Johnny squints from the smell of paint growing stronger, following the trace of it down the hall to an open door where you bounce about barefoot in a pair of dirtied overalls and what looks like a bikini top. This one less revealing than the others you’ve sported around the house this week.

Johnny did his best to not stare, maybe, he could do better. Even now as he rests against the door frame and follows your every move mixing different paints together, he can’t resist eyeing the dips in your back whenever you shift slightly. He can’t help but imagine how nice his hands could look placed around your carved in waist, gripped between his digits as he holds you down and fucks you until you’re screaming out for him to slow down.

“It’s rude to stare, especially unannounced.” You say without turning to look at him, noting his presence from the sound of light footsteps ending by the door.

“Sorry,” Johnny apologizes, voice coated in heavy drowsiness. “I didn’t know that you paint, I mean..”

“Why would you, right? It’s a hobby,” you explain, stroking a wide brush across a black and grayed canvas. “Mr. Jeong didn’t want me to get bored when he’s away, can’t have a bored housewife.”

“You seem to stay pretty occupied..” Johnny thinks out-loud. If you weren’t stealing his surfboard, you seemed to be running off to some pilates class, or to get your nails done, something about a Erewhon market to grab an overpriced smoothie. Living that Tiktok life according to Jaehyun. “You’ve been painting for a while?”

Johnny enters to look around at what he assumes are completed canvases perched against a wall to dry by an uncovered window. “You’re pretty good.”

“Thanks.”

Something about the way you seem unimpressed by him and always reply to his flattery in the same monotone uninterested way tickles him more than it should. Johnny can’t even say he’s caught your eyes lingering on him once yet.

“Shouldn’t you be out with Jaehyun?” You ask, following the movements by your side from the corner of your eye. Johnny’s shirtless, of course, barefoot in nothing but the boxers he probably fell asleep in last night.

“We aren’t attached at the hip.” Johnny shrugs, pretending to seem interested in the tubes and cans of paints scattered near your feet. Squatting down, he looks through the ingredients wondering if you should really be in here inhaling this stuff. “Also, I can’t hang the same way I used to. Age is finally catching up to me I guess.”

“You’re a child.” You scowl, turning to look down at his messy head of hair. “Stop speaking as if you’ve lived 50 years on earth.”

“A child??” Johnny shoots up straight, standing tall in all his half-naked glory. “You’re only a few years older than me!”

“I could be your—“

“You could not.” He interrupts, smirking full of arrogance that only a 20-something year old could possess. “You could be Mr. Jeong’s daughter though.”

“Possibly.”

Johnny’s surprised you garner him with a response, expecting his message to go ignored. Of course he’d dropped hints about the age difference between you and your husband, occasionally mentioning how even if he’s home you must not feel a difference. Pushing it further by joking around if the old man can even get it up anymore.

“Is that what you’re into?” Johnny crosses his arms, leaning back on a wall in front of your painting set-up. “Wrinkled and shriveled?”

“Is that the way a pre-med student should be speaking about his future patients?” Clicking your tongue, you return to your work, not wanting to fall for the game Johnny’s been trying to involve you in since arriving.

“I’ll be starting my residency soon.” Johnny corrects you, counting the different tones of paint splatter on your overalls. “This might be one of my last summers to fuck around, you know.. mess up a few last times.”

“Sounds like you’ve been messing up nearly every night.” You smirk, lifting an arched brow at him. The parade of different girls walking in and out of your house hasn’t gone unnoticed despite Jaehyun’s best efforts to be discreet about it, neither has their obnoxiously loud moans and screams while getting plowed in your guest room.

“Not quite the mess up I’ve been dreaming about.” Johnny says confidently, studying the small changes in your expression this up-close. Between you running around to complete your errands and Jaehyun cock-blocking him, he hasn’t had the easiest time to pick up on your mannerisms. Barely able to lock eyes with you long enough to maintain eye contact with the way you nonchalantly carry on avoiding him, make him feel invisible.

“Imagine if your mother knew of these things you dream about.” You say, peering over the canvas to find Johnny’s honey gaze. “You think she would approve of this behavior?”

“Not at all.” Johnny’s quick to say, pushing off the wall. “But she’s not here, is she?”

“Unfortunately.”

Johnny doesn’t fail to notice the second too long you take to look away from his chest, moving to stand by your canvas with his boxers hung low enough to show off the sharp edges of his jutted hip bones, he flexes intentionally, stretching his waist side to side for his stomach muscles to convulse. The way they would convulse when..

“Do you think I’m a bad boy?” He whispers, as if you aren’t home alone, because he knows that secrets should stay quiet.

“I think you are mentally a young boy, a young boy afraid of your last days of youth slipping through your fingers.” You know Johnny feeds off your attention, casually side-swiping him and refocusing on your painting despite his best efforts to show off his great physique.

“Perhaps.” He shrugs, looping a hand around your wrist gently to tug your brush onto the smooth flat planes of his abdominal muscles. “But I want to grow up, I wanna show you what a man I can be.”

Johnny speaks between bated breath, sweeping the deep red paint up and down the indent of definition lining his stomach.

“What makes you think I want to know what a man you can be?” Words feel heavy sliding off your tongue, dipping the paint brush lower into his twitching navel, blood red trickles down rolling past the scrunched waistband of his bottoms.

“Because, you can handle big things.” Johnny retorts, tilting his head to one side. “At least, that’s what you claim, I’ve yet to see it proven myself though.”

“And how exactly am I supposed to prove that to you?” arching back your neck to push your chin forward, you have to look up at Johnny, brushing past his waistband to press the bristles of your mostly dried brush against the bulge that’s formed between his hips.

Johnny’s throat bounces, swallowing behind his pursed lips from the stiff itchy friction pushing through the thin cotton fabric covering his groin. Instinctively canting his hips forward in search of more, he has to resist the urge to look down. Grinding the backs of his teeth together as he watches your face lacking any sign of weakness. “Let me fuck you.”

“Spoken like a true bratty child.” You snicker, trailing the tips of your manicured nails down the side of his twitching abdomen. “I’m a married woman.”

“Means nothing to me,” Johnny lilts, throbbing between his thighs from the rough manner you continue to dig into his crotch. “Besides that, I haven't seen you wear a ring.”

“Ah, and you would know, given all the time you spend staring at me.” You say, digging your freshly done nails into the lines of muscles covered in paint. “You think I’m playing some game with you, don’t you? Such a little boy.”

“Maybe.” Johnny’s throat tightens, swallowing the wad of saliva that’s gathered at the back of his mouth. “I find it hard to believe you seriously married Jihoon.. of all people to waste your youth on.”

“Marriage isn’t as simple as you’re making it.” You whisper, tracing one of his hips with the smooth pads of your fingers. “It’s not a waste if you get something worth it out of it.”

“Hmm,” Johnny blows a long breath out, head drooping to concentrate on the brush jabbing at his hardened size. “I’m not oblivious, I understand that much, but what I also know for a fact is that there is no way Mr. Jeong can fuck you the way you deserve.”

“Deserve?” A smile creeps across your lips at that, pinching the fabric of his ruined boxers between your grip to tug lower and unveil where tanned skin meets lines of paleness protected by his swim trunks. “How exactly do I deserve to be fucked?”

Johnny tips forward, nudging his forehead against yours. “Wanna find out?”

“I’d love to find out.” Tossing the paint brush aside your mouth draws out an ‘Ooo’ feeling up his covered size with a push of your palm against his groin. “I don’t believe that you are going to be the one that shows me.”

“You want it?” Johnny’s tongue feels heavier with each press of your palm against the underside of his length, sucking his plump bottom lip under his teeth to suppress a groan.

“You’re asking me to cheat on my husband?”

“I’m asking you to let me fuck you.” Johnny says falling into a deep vibrato. His patience wears thinner with each teasing touch, a few steps closer is all it takes to press you against a wall, arms lifted above your head to leave you feeling caged in. “If I fuck you once, I promise that I’ll have you begging to be mine.”

“What makes you think I want to be yours?” Clasping your fist around his cock, you squeeze the fabric against his shape, pushing one of your thighs between his. “You’re the one begging to fuck me.”

“That’s what you want?” Johnny’s eyes flutter shut, not even trying to hide how aroused he is as he clamps around your thigh, hips jerking forward to fuck into your palm. “I’ll beg all you want— fuck, I’ll get on my knees. I’ll do anything, whatever you want.. just tell me. Tell me what to do.”

Johnny slumps more, catching a moan on your shoulder as his tongue begins to lick at your skin, sweet skin he could devour right now if you’d just let him. “Please, need to fuck you so bad.”

The back of your head knocks against the wall, stroking faster along his length throbbing thick and hot in your grasp. “Fuck..”

Johnny bites down on your shoulder, jerkily thrusting into your palm with three messy strokes, a broken shout lost behind the bite as his teeth bury in hard enough to break skin.

“Johnny!” Hissing, you reach for his hair, using the dried paint on his stomach to clean off the cum seeping from his boxers onto the back of your hand. “That hurts!”

He apologizes weakly, lapping at the fresh teeth marks left behind. Hot breath panting along your throat as he recovers and comes down. “Sorry… really sorry.”

“Think you can fuck me like I deserve?” You say, twisting chunks of his hair between your digits. “You just came from a few touches, kid.”

“I can..” Johnny’s head hangs shamefully, chewing at the insides of his cheeks feeling embarrassed yet again. “I can..”

“Yeah yeah, you need to go clean off.” shoving at his chest you nod to the door. “Don’t get paint all over my bathroom.”

“That’s seriously never happened to me before..” Johnny whispers, more to himself, rubbing at the back of his neck in disbelief.

“Not surprised.”

“Why?” He squints, taking in the sly smile lifting one of your cheeks.

“Little boys tend to be overzealous.” Patting his cheek, you nod to the door again. “Go.”

Johnny has to bite his tongue to stop himself from begging to fuck you one more time, nodding and bowing as he accepts the loss.

Maybe you were right.

Maybe you had him all figured out, Johnny contemplates, scrubbing the paint from his stomach under the stream of hot water hitting his skin, leaving behind pelts from the boiling temperature he’s set it at. A cold shower would have been for the best, especially now as he lathers up your body wash onto a cloth. The scent that clung to your skin still stuck to the backs of his teeth.

Fuck, I’m an idiot.

He sighs, dropping his head to rest on the shower tiles as his fist wraps the cloth around his length, half mass already just from the intoxicating scent of your steaming around his skull.

You never said no, and that’s enough to shoot dopamine through his veins, jolting his hips up as he turns and fucks faster into his palm; eyeing the red stained water swivel it’s way down the drain.

One way or another, Johnny was set to have his way with you. No married woman jerks off another man besides her husband willingly like that.

Shouting between gritted teeth he watches release mix in with the red, more than determined to paint your insides the same way and make you regret toying with him.

Week 3

‘Headed out to meet the girl from the party last night. Probably won’t be back until late. Stay out of trouble will you?’

Johnny’s eyes squint, rubbing his forehead to will away the nasty lingering sensation of a hangover attempting to ruin his morning. Groaning, he lowers the brightness on his phone screen to give his friends message a thumbs up, that should be enough of a response.

Trouble is the last thing he wants right now, bending over to roll his forehead against the marble kitchen tile, he groans wondering if that party was even worth it.

It wasn’t.

Not really, not when all he could think about while different girls approached him with high hopes of hooking up was the pretty desperate housewife home all alone..

“Johnny?”

Trouble called for him, slowly pushing himself to stand straight and swallow down the breeze of salty beach air entering from the sliding door he’d opened earlier, he wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand; pushing a mess of highlighted brown locks away from his face before forcing a smile to greet you.

“Morning!” His teeth chattered together upon finding your concerned gaze, blinking to disguise the quick scan of your figure covered by nothing but a thin baby pink negligee.

“Morning..” You say softly, slowly tip-toeing closer to the end of the kitchen counter he’s gripping onto to stop himself from keeling over. “You guys must have had fun last night?”

Johnny nods, adding a bored shrug. “Nothing amazing, I was just about to go for a run along the beach. Need some fresh air to blow away the remnants.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Bumping into his side to examine his face up-close, your tongue clicks, raising your fingers to drag through messy strands of hair masking his eyes. “You look like shit, kid.”

Johnny cuddles into the touch with a low groan, similar to a cat purring and burying its cheek into your palm, the corners of his lips lifting at the nickname. “Thanks, you almost sound like you care about me.”

“Don’t go for a run.” Dragging him to sit at the kitchen counter, you instruct him to stay put. “I’m gonna make you my hangover smoothie, always remedies Jihoon after a night of drinking.”

Johnny’s face immediately dips into a frown, perching his chin onto his palms with sad puppy eyes. “Must you mention him right now?”

Gathering up ingredients to cure your guests current problem, you dryly laugh, beginning to chop up ginger and garlic cloves. “Have you ever heard of this thing called gratitude? You’re living under his roof for free after all.”

“It’s a shame really..” Johnny grumbles, rubbing circles into his temples.

“Hmm? What’s that?”

“That I have no other way to thank him than by fucking his young hot wife.” He grins lazily, sighing between a laugh at the dramatic gasp you let out and your jaw plunging down to the floor. “You’ll have to relay the message for me— you know, if the old man can even handle what I’m going to do to you.”

“God, here I am trying to relieve your pain, and all you can talk about is your stupid horny teenage boy fantasies.” You sneer, tossing the concoction of ingredients you’ve readied into a blender before twisting about the kitchen to grab a cup, cursing under your breath as you reach a top shelf and trigger a pesky kink in your neck.

“Need help?” Johnny’s already on his feet before you can protest and insist he needs to stay put again, pressing to your back to reach overhead and set down the glass before you. He hums, pinching the part of your neck that meets your shoulder. “You pull something?”

Swatting at him, you nod, clenching your eyes shut. “Think I fucked up my neck between this new pilates class and lugging around new appliances for my paint room. Ahh—“

Johnny kneads harder at a knotted muscle between his thick fingers, pressing the heel of his palm in to add pressure. “And Mr. Jeong hasn’t hired you a personal masseuse yet? Someone’s worried about his pretty trophy getting polished off by another man.”

“Ugh..” hunching forward to grip on the counter you gasp between trying to keep your breath calm. “That hurts!”

“Yeah, I bet it does.” Johnny moves your hair aside, pressing his nose closer to inhale the scent of your shampoo still clinging to your scalp. “Do you always smell this good first thing in the morning?”

“I don’t know..” answering mindlessly under his weighty palms, you let out an embarrassingly satisfied groan, pushing your hips back to get comfortable with your elbows on the counter. A choked sigh emits from behind you using the opportunity to press closer and lock his hips to your barely covered backside.

“That was too easy,” Johnny snickers, rocking his girth between the dip that's formed on your bottom. “Mrs. Jeong, what would your husband think??”

“Ugh.. you little..” between staggered breaths you curse him, reaching back to push at his abdomen only for Johnny to tether your wrists together with one hand, his other unwilling to release the back of your neck.

“Little?” Johnny says brazenly, pushing roughly against your lower half, the toes of his sneakers knocking your ankles apart until you spread eagle over the counter for him. “Say that again?”

Another powerful cant of his hips has you gasping, struggling to release from his unyielding grip. “Fuck..”

“What was that Mrs. Jeong?” Johnny tsks, throwing a twist between his eyebrows to display the foul act. “What would your husband say? Acting like such a slut for his damn near second son? Have some shame.”

“Johnny!” Between gasping you manage to pinch at his hand and free one of your wrists. “Jaehyun could walk in at any moment!”

“Don’t worry your pretty head off about him,” Johnny sucks in his lower lip, maneuvering his hips back enough to view the stain that’s formed on your pathetic excuse for sleepwear. “Would you look at that?”

“Stop! Don’t look!” You almost believe your pleads, knocking against the cabinets before your legs when the cool blow of air conditioning shivers up your bottom as Johnny leisurely gathers the fabric of your negligée with one fist.

“Soaked right through your underwear sweetheart. Tell me to stop, tell me this isn’t because of me.” Johnny says heatedly, wedging your underwear higher with his other hand, the fabric bubbles with more wetness as he tugs it between your folds, kissing the backs of his teeth. “So fucking wet.”

“You c-can’t..” you gasp, bouncing against the burning pressure Johnny’s created down your center.

“That’s cute..” He chuckles, grinding together the backs of his teeth from the way your ass jiggles, just begging to clap back against him the more you shake at your knees. “Who’s going to stop me baby?”

“Ja-Jaehyun, he—“

“Jaehyun doesn’t give a fuck.” Johnny interrupts your sad excuse to make him stop, sliding one of his digits up your thigh to collect a dollop of wetness that's begun to trickle down past mid-thigh. “Your husband can’t do shit either. So bold and moronic to leave his pretty little slut of a housewife home alone, allow you to prance up and down the beach showing off your perfect tits, fat peachy ass.”

“He-he could..” You gulp, losing train of thought when he slaps at your butt, a large palm cupping the pert round of your ass hard enough to leave prints behind to catch sight of in a mirror the next day. “..wa—walk in.”

“Shut up about Jaehyun,” Johnny spits, delivering a rougher slap to your ass. “Suddenly you want to act like step-mom of the year? You knew what you were doing, we all know what you want.”

“Please..” You whimper, reeling from the sting of pain shooting to the back of your thigh.

“You know what could cure my hangover better than a smoothie?” Johnny asks, ripping your soaked underwear down to the tops of your thighs and cursing under his breath at the full visual of your glossy cunt. “Your tight pretty pussy.”

“Ugh!” Groaning, you scratch at the surface of the counter, slipping further and further away from your sanity; the last of it exiting your body at the first brush of his length between your folds. “Johnny!”

The shrieked scream of his name has him bending over, pressing the full amount of his weight onto your back to smash your breast on the cold surface. “What was that?” He grabs your chin, forcing your head to turn to the side and plant your cheek on the counter. “Speak up, tell me to stop.”

“Please..”

Johnny’s tongue clicks, wrapping a fist around the base of his girth to control swiping the tip between your folds. Teasing you with the occasional press of his cockhead against your pulsating hole. “Please stop Johnny, I’m an honest married woman.” He mocks, pouting and pulling your bottom lips open, your heavy breath leaving a cloud of moisture along the marble.

“Please..”

Johnny sneers, twisting your neck to a more pained angle to refocus your eyes on him. “Please spit in my mouth, treat me like a nasty cock slut, fuck me like a whore with your big cock.”

He nods your chin up and down, pupils blown wide as he dips the tip of his cock inside your entrance. The rim of it snapping like a rubber band around his bulbous size as he draws away. “Slutty fuck hole has more to say than you? Fine.”

Keeping your lips propped open with his fingers dug into your cheeks, Johnny gathers up saliva, lapping it from corner to corner inside his mouth. His plump lips purse together to pour it out slowly, a thick wad of it stretching out to land on your tongue with whimpered cries following behind. The act pushes tears from your eyes in disbelief.

Jaehyun’s father would never spit in your mouth, let alone call you any type of degrading names. As if able to read your mind, he snaps you out of it by jerking your head around, landing soft slaps on your cheek. “Swallow.”

Johnny waits until your throat bounces, evidently sucking down his spit and smiles as you gaze back with large watery half-dazed eyes. “What do you say?”

His thumb smears your lips, shoving the fat of your lower lip side to side with a glint in his eye. “Thank You..” You say, almost timidly, shivering at the thought of giving him the wrong answer.

“That’s right.”

“I shouldn’t..” You say nervously between inhaling, thighs wobbling in anticipation of knowing what comes next.

“You shouldn’t? Or you don’t want to?” Johnny cocks an eyebrow, eyes half-lid as he watches thoughts run rampant behind your gaze.

“Want to..”

Johnny licks his lips, alternating to cup your pussy from the back and slot his palm against your entrance cruelly, the tips of his calloused fingers pressing down on your clit. Cock landing in rapid slaps on your ass leaving a mess of your wet arousal with each hit. “You hear that? So fucking wet for me sweetheart. Here I thought only a real man could turn you on this much.”

Johnny leans back down again, capturing your lips and the moan you let out as two fingers push past the heat of your entrance. The sound of wetness echoes throughout the kitchen, obscene and loud, sprouting out onto his palm like a broken faucet. “Love how I play with your pretty pussy don’t you baby?”

He licks between the seam of your lips, demanding to be let in with a firm push of his tongue. Easily dominated by his larger mouth finding control as you gasp out a moan, scissoring apart his fingers to stretch you open. He bites at your upper lip, pulling the fleshy meat between his as he shifts to hover over you and lick the swell that's begun to form from his bite. “So tight, knew that your husband couldn’t possibly be making use of your perfect pussy.”

Johnny grunts, shoving a third finger inside of you to push against the inside of your velvety dripping walls. “God, how am I supposed to fit in here?” Raising his voice over the sound of your slippery wet cunt, he grins, forcing a fourth finger inside of you and working into a speedy pump. “Your useless husband should thank me, finally someone to satisfy his pretty little trophy wife, make use of her young tight body. Ruin you for any other man.”

Shifting to grab the back of your neck in a chokehold, Johnny keeps your upper half held down flat on the counter, working his other arm to a rapid pace that has you shouting. Tip-toeing off the ground from the throttle of his fingers, pushing the coil in your gut to constrict your insides and spill over the tears you’d been holding in. A slew of pleading and curses spilling out between the sound of creamy wetness hitting his forearm and hips.

“That’s it, opening up so fucking nice for me pretty.” Johnny pulls out abruptly, mouth desperate for a taste. Having to wipe his hand off on his shorts just to get a proper grip on your ass. He falls to his knees quickly, pulling your buttcheeks apart to drag his tongue from clit to your wrinkled hole, missing your dripping entrance just to hear you suffer. Squirming and quaking under the fierce hold he grips you in.

He bites down on the swell of your ass, groaning between sucking at the fleshy meat, fingers pressing in harder to fully display where you leak for him. The complete visual of you so obscene, clenching around nothing with your fingers buried in your mouth to contain your cries. “Fuck. So fucking tiny..”

He prods at your entrance, circling the stubby tips of his nails against it to watch another tremor of anguish roll up your thighs. “Tell me baby..”

Johnny glides two digits back inside, having to tuck his lip in to lower the growl in his chest. “Want me to fuck you?”

His tongue curls up, tracing the outline of your hole squeezing his fingers, swirling around your clenched rim that taunts him with the idea of fucking your ass until you’re pitifully groveling. Sulking and begging for him to slow down, go harder, fuck my ass until I break.

“Not…n-not right..” you whimper in spite of your desire screaming out otherwise from every direction. Fighting back the orgasm his fingers are plowing out of you, curling up where you need and pressing with a hard wiggle until your ass jiggles against his face. Tightening around his fingers too much as you hit release, having to stop his ministrations from the grip. “please..I’m married.”

“That makes one of us.” Johnny sighs, popping his fingers free to glide against his tongue. Eyes rolling to the back of his skull, dizzy just from the taste of your hitting his tonsils. “Only one of us has to care.”

Pushing up off his knees, he loops around your waist from behind, chin perched on your shoulder to lick at the shell of your ear, whispering close enough for your eardrums to vibrate. “And it’s not me.”

Hauling away from the counter, Johnny directs you toward the living room with his knees banging into the backs of yours. Protests falling silent as he spins you to face him and cups your cheeks with damp palms. “No one has to know.”

Not allowing you more time to think, his mouth crashes down on yours to stop the next thing you can say to convince yourself that this is wrong. If it’s so wrong, then why do you like it so much?

Johnny doesn’t have to ask you, he knows you’d put up a fight if you really cared. Knows you’d yell at him and push him off instead of lifting your arms above your head for him to strip you free of your nightgown, freely exposing your bare breasts for him to grab and massage, pinching your already hardened nipples as he sucks on your tongue.

“This is what you needed all along, someone to put you in your place.” Johnny’s lips lower to your chest, wrapping his mouth around your nipple to suck on, pulling it between his teeth as his hands cup your ass. Bending at his knee to lift you off your feet, he turns effortlessly, laying you down on the couch you’ve spent many nights with your husband watching movies; more nights alone scrolling through your phone burning through his credit cards.

“Told you I’d fuck you how you deserve baby.” Johnny says, wishing you hadn't insisted on acting so resilient. Now he’d have to make use of the next few days to fuck you morning and night until you have to beg him to carry you, legs too worn out. Leave your cunt raw and used, not like Mr. Jeong would even fathom the idea of his son's best friend since childhood doing something this low to him, not Johnny, the alleged ‘good influence’ on his son.

“Gonna be good for me? Take it like you deserve?” Johnny kicks off his running shoes, easily shoving aside the throb in his skull in favor of devouring you. Pushing his shorts off in one sweep, he positions between your thighs as if his life depends on it. As if you’ll suddenly wake from your spacey horny daze and slap him across the face.

Gripping your chin, he forces your glossy eyes back on his face, sharp features more shadowed from the light streaks of sunlight entering the mostly dimmed room. He’s straight out of a wet dream above you, hair tousled, sweeping down above his strong eyebrows and hooded eyes. Lips swollen fat from the assault delivered to your mouth, and a body you can only squeeze your eyes shut tightly to imagine on top of you while your husband sloppily thrusts and cums too fast.

“Want you.. want you to fuck me.” You drawl, ready to wail as you clutch at his waist. The dips of muscle melting beneath your palms. “Please.. fuck me like I deserve.”

Johnny’s nearly mortified by how red the engorged head of his length looks, stroking up the base as if he needs any help to fully harden, aching between his thighs where his balls sit heavy; dying to release load after load inside of you.

“I know, pretty baby.” Johnny has to take a deep breath, pushing at the back of one of your thighs to swipe between your creamy coated folds, biting down on the tip of his tongue as you tremble in his hold and let out a wet pleading sob to get fucked.

He struggles to slide inside despite how wet you are, mentally and physically cursing, sucking at the drool ready to pour from the corners of his lips. He has to shut his eyes to not cum already, the image of your perfect pussy taking his cock finally feels overwhelming, it’s too much, a culmination of his every thought since the moment he saw you sat on his board with your thighs spread open. He knew he had to have you.

“Fuck, you feel so perfect.” Johnny hisses when he bottoms out, his heavy sack smacking at your rim as he lodges himself in place. Head swirling as you clench up around him and let out the prettiest moans he’s ever heard.

“Big… s’big..” more tears brim your eyes, tugging your lip between your teeth to not wail as a batch of salty wetness rolls down past your lips and pools at your neck.

“Just for you.” Johnny tries out an experimental roll of his hips, stomach sucking in rapid convulsions from how deep inside of you he’s reaching. Unable to even bring himself to take in the hint of bulge protruding on your mound. “Need to get fucked stupid so bad, don’t you sweetheart?”

He can’t wait anymore, patience out the window as he draws back to the tip and rams forward, earning an ear shattering shout from the confines of your chest. He grips onto your thigh, hoisting it around his hip for better leverage as his other hand stays splayed on the back of your knee, pushing your flexibility to its limits with each thrust.

Johnny can see your breasts rise and fall between labored breaths, the rapid motion forcing your tits to bounce delectably, leaving his mouth no choice but to capture your nipple between his teeth and bite.

The drag of his cock feels heavy, near painful from after already cumming. It hurts in a good way, in a way you’d begun to forget. Lost to the torturous slam of his cock spacing out your insides, as if to claim your cunt for no one other than himself.

“Not gonna last much longer,” Johnny says between raspy short breaths. Pistoning into you roughly, nearly inaudible above the booming sound of skin slapping skin. “You’re just too fucking good.”

“You.. you have to..” struggling to breathe too, you can hardly form your thoughts coherently, fucked into another dimension as Johnny keeps going. Cock plunging in and out of you faster, faster than your husband’s ever been capable of.

“No.” He grits, planting his palm against the back of your knee to keep you held in place; not that you have anywhere to go.

“Johnny.. have to..” You start to say again, another orgasm threatening to silence you when he slams in at another angle. Shocking you with the press of two fingers on your clit, working the stiff little bundle of nerves expertly. The relentless pace he fucks into you with never faltering, hip bones smack against your pelvis with a sharp clap. “P-pull out.. can’t.”

“No.” Johnny repeats, sinking in impossibly deep. Delirious as you think the length of his size reaches what feels like the back of your throat. The constant reminder that you haven’t been fucked this good in years echoes at the back of your mind. Perhaps you’d never been fucked this good, definitely not since before the days you found yourself sat across from Jeong Jihoon interviewing to be his secretary fresh out of university. The thought that he’d end up asking you to marry him after a year of fooling around never once crossed your mind. The thought that you’d crave for another man to disrespect you in your happy home, cheat on the man you allegedly love; the man you married for an easy life, never once had occurred to you.

“You’re mine now, don’t fucking tell me what to do.” Johnny rages, bending closer to hover his face above yours. “You make your husband pull out?”

Johnny jaw locks, flexing at the sides where his cheeks start to hollow. His muscles tight and corded from staving off the release he so desperately wants to fill you with, release he wants to keep you full of, watch it swallowed up ensuring you have a piece of him inside of you forever.

“Johnny..” You whimper, pushing a palm against his chest as fresh tears line the rims of your eyes. “S’too much.. can’t anymore.”

“Liar.” Johnny can feel moisture itching at the backs of his eyes, ready to tear up himself from the way your tits bounce with every brutal jostle of your bodies colliding together. “What happened to handling big things, huh?”

A wash of pride puffs out his chest, dipping at his waist as he drives every inch of his length inside, the stretch hurting more now as he barrels another orgasm out of you, much weak this time, still gushing enough clear liquid out to drip down past his balls.

“Fuck, you’re such a mess for me.” Johnny can feel his long overdue orgasm building to its breaking point. Choking on his saliva as he focuses on where the two of you connect, cock drenched with the glisten of your never ending release. “Look so pretty when you’re getting fucking ruined.”

“Joh-johnn—“ You try to speak, digging your nails into his chest, may as well be babbling in another language for all he cares. “Too big for me, too m-much.. please..”

His hips finally come to a stand still, groaning from the depths of his chest in a guttural tone. Johnny should be ashamed of the whined shout that breaks out of him, fucking into you with three rapid fire thrusts that send him over the edge. Pushed hard enough to lurch him forward, boneless as he plants on top of you and punches the air from your chest with his, the hold on your thighs weakened, flopping your legs around his sides numbly as his cock throbs against your insides. The tip of it painting your cervix with spurt after spurt of thick white ropes.

Johnny’s not sure he’s ever cum this hard before, the sensation rattles up his spine, buried balls deep as he trembles and falls apart. The amount of release is too much, pouring out around his thick size to drip it’s way down between his inner thighs; sticky and hot where it glues his skin together with each slight circle of his hips. “Fuckfuckfuck..”

Between his eyelashes fluttering, Johnny watches your chest heave, mind continuing to spiral from your release. He thinks you’re the prettiest woman he’s ever seen, especially fucked full of him, euphorically blissed out at his hands. He knew you’d be even prettier after ruining you, stripping you down to submit for him.

Mine. Should be mine. Fucked like you’re all mine.

Drawing back from between your legs as slowly as possible, Johnny admires how wrecked your core appears, twitching around his size as each inch glides free. It’d be a shame to waste all this cum, if not for how debauched and pretty your cunt looked like this. Covered in release that you took out of him. Mine. Mine. All mine.

“So.. Mrs. Jeong..” Johnny falls to your side, huffing as he lands.

“Ugh.” Smacking his chest, you roll your eyes. “Stop calling me that.”

Johnny licks up your neck, biting down on your jaw until you let out a pained squeak. “I’ll have to come back next summer, don’t you think?”

His pouty lips litter kisses higher, tugging your earlobe between his teeth with a light teasing bite. “Maybe even Christmas, Thanksgiving? Hmm, I know how busy your husband can get.”

“What would my husband think? Suddenly his son's friend has decided to hang around every holiday?”

“Best friend, you know Mr. Jeong says I'm always welcome. A polite and intelligent young man such as myself.” Johnny informs, lapping at your ear between words. “He really thinks of me as his own son.”

“My husband’s a very cunning man..” You retort, twisting your neck to face him. “He managed to make me his, you know.”

Johnny’s eyes flicker over your face, the regular pace your chest rises and falls at again, thumbing at your bottom lip. “He’s smart.”

“Really smart..”

“I’m smarter.” Johnny says confidently, pushing the tip of his thumb past your lips. “And I always get what I want.”

Always get what’s mine.

[dianawinchester03]

Season 2, Episode 16 - Roadkill

Series Masterlist

Authors Note: So the song inspirations for the first part of this chapter are Whatta Man by Salt-N-Pepa and Meddle About by Chase Atlantic. I’d suggest listening to them in that order :)

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Third Person POV

Sioux Falls, South Dakota

The four hunters stumbled out of the bar, the crisp air hitting them like a brick to the forehead. The girls stumbled next to their respective men, leaning against them for support on the journey to the Impala.

The brothers both had to hold their friend’s up by their waists, one arm looped around them to keep them from falling over. The girls could barely stand up straight, still giggling to themselves about how drunk they were.

“Jesus Jo, how much did Y/N make you drink?” Sam grunted before picking Jo up bridal style. “Lost count hours ago,” she slurred with a lopsided smirk. Y/N didn’t even try to hold herself up at this point, her body weight completely leaning on Dean as she stumbled against him as they continued to walk through the parking lot.

Dean chuckled as she tripped over her own feet again, pulling her closer to him, her side flush against his. He had an arm wrapped around her waist, letting her rest all her weight against him as they walked.

Meanwhile, Jo was giggling from Sam’s hold, her head buried into his chest, her arms looped around his neck.

“Son of a…fuck this” Dean muttered tiredly before hauling Y/N up, wrapping his arms around her thighs to toss her over his shoulder. Y/N let out a surprised gasp at the unexpected action, her arms scrambling to find support on the solid back in front of her.

She was now hanging off of Dean like a limp ragdoll. This position gave her a perfect view of his ass, and she took full advantage of it, her hands gripping his hips as she laughed to herself.

“Quit it!” Dean grumbled at y/n who was tapping on both his ass cheeks like a pair of bongos. Both female hunters were laughing in the arms of the boys, who were currently carrying them like sacks of potatoes.

Once they reached the impala, Sam opened the back door to place Jo inside the car gently. Dean leaned over to open the other side back seat door, placing Y/N on the leather seat, mirroring Sam’s actions.

Both brothers slammed the doors shut once the girls were inside. “Yo, stay in the back with them,” Dean instructed his younger brother. Sam looked at him with a confused expression. “What? Why?” He asked with a frown. Dean rolled his eyes like it was the dumbest question in the world.

“Because y/n might stick her head out the window again during the drive over to Bobby’s and she’ll convince Jo to do it too,” he explained, his gaze flickering over to the girls in the backseat. Y/N has done it on more than one occasion when drunk in the backseat of Baby.

Sam’s eyes widened, before nodding in understandment, having witnessed a very intoxicated y/n, she could be persuasive and rangle Jo into doing it with her. “Good call” he chuckled before hopping into the back seat, taking Jo out before settling between the girls.

Dean rolled his eyes again, shaking his head at his brother's agreement, but he knew he was right. The girls would definitely convince each other to do something stupid. Dean got into the driver's seat, starting the engine. The Impala roared to life, the rumbling of the engine filling the car which was also rumbling with laughter.

Y/N and Jo were still laughing hysterically at nothing in particular in the back seat, both clearly completely wasted. Sam rubbed his temples from the sudden sound, bracing himself for the car journey back to Bobby’s, which thankfully, wasn’t too long.

As the Impala pulled out of the parking lot and back onto the road, the girls continued to cackle to themselves from in the back, making Sam roll his eyes and shake his head.

Dean glanced in the rearview mirror of the car to look at the girls in the backseat. He had to bite his tongue to hold back the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips. Then Y/N did exactly as Dean anticipated and attempted to stick her head out the window.

Sam immediately caught sight of it, before quickly grabbing Y/N’s arm, reeling her back inside the car. “Get back your ass to your seat” he grumbled, still holding onto her.

“You’re no fun, Sammy” she whined, pouting as she slumped back into her seat. Jo began snickering, leaning against the leather seats. She had the bright idea to do the exact same thing.

“Oh you’ve gotta be shitting me!” Sam exclaimed in frustration, grabbing ahold of Jo like he had done to Y/N. “Sit your ass down, right now” he commanded firmly, he mumbled before grabbing Jo by the waist and pulling her back into the seat, preventing her from sticking her head out like the y/n wanted to.

It was safe to assume Sam was probably regretting the decision of going out to drink with them. Their laughter filled the car, finding the entire situation hilarious.

Dean chuckled to himself, his eyes flickering to the rearview mirror again to look at the girls. Y/N snickered as Sam tried to wrangle an excited Jo into submission.

Jo was giggling uncontrollably, trying to wriggle out of his grip around her waist as she attempted to stick her head out of the window. “Let me out Sammy! It’s fun!” She protested.

“And I’m telling you no!” Sam responded firmly, holding her firmly in place as the impala continued down the road. Y/N continued to snicker, watching the spectacle of Sam trying to keep Jo seated. It was amusing to say the least.

Sam was starting to lose his patience, his grip on Jo’s hips becoming firm. “I swear to God himself, if you don’t stop trying to stick your head out, I will make you sit on my lap” he warned in annoyance.

Y/N tucked her lips into her mouth, her brows shooting to the sky as she and Dean shared a sly look in the rearview mirror. Dean had to bite back a smirk upon hearing Sam’s threat, taking a short glance in the rearview, shooting Y/N a small wink.

“Like I’d mind being on your lap, Sam” Jo teased with drunken slur, leaning against his chest once again. Sam’s heart was practically on the floor boards but he rolled his eyes, releasing his grip on one side of her waist to rub his temples again.

“How much longer, man?” Sam grumbled at his brother, praying this’ll all be over soon and they can put these two in their beds. Dean glanced down at the watch on his wrist, doing some quick mental math in his head. “Should only be another ten minutes before we get to Bobby’s” he replied, keeping his focus on the road.

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The Impala pulled off the main road, driving up the dirt road that led to Bobby’s junkyard. Within the short span of ten minutes, both women were asleep, the alcohol finally taking its toll on their bodies.

Dean carefully brought Baby to a stop outside the house, the engine ceasing its rumbling once Dean parked the car. Silence engulfed the vehicle for a few moments.

Dean killed the engine, the Impala falling quiet. Y/N and Jo heads were slumped against Sam’s shoulders. Sam chuckled softly to himself, looking at the two women, both completely zonked out on his arms.

Dean glanced back again to take in the view, shaking his head at them. The two brothers shared an amused glance before Dean hopped out and made his way around to Y/N’s side.

Once he got round to her side, Dean opened the door and carefully reached in to pull Y/N out of the back. He slid one arm under her knees and the other under her shoulders, scooping her up bridal style.

Sam instead, slung Jo over his shoulder this time, both brothers making their way to Bobby’s porch. “Remind me again why we thought this was a good idea?” Sam muttered, pushing Jo further up his shoulder to stop her from slipping as he knocked on Bobby’s door.

“Good question” Dean mumbled tiredly, shifting Y/N against him carefully as he held her in his arms. She was completely passed out, her head resting against his collarbone, her face buried in the crook of his neck.

Bobby opened the door within a minute after the knocking, taking in the boys and the two drunken girls in their arms. “How much did you idjits let them drink?” Bobby grumbled, slightly amused, opening the door further to let them in.

“Not entirely sure, they stopped counting a while ago,” Sam replied sheepishly. Bobby shook his head at the answer, letting out a long sigh as they padded in. Bobby guided the boys through the halls of the house, into one of the spare rooms where they deposited the passed out gals on the bed.

Each of the guys gently placed the girls on opposite sides of the bed, making sure they were comfy and comfortable. Y/N was placed on her back, her head on one of the pillows, her knees bent slightly, limbs sprawled out on the bed. Jo’s placement was a mirror image of Y/N.

“Hey, Bobby. You got wipes?” Dean whispered. Bobby nodded in response, motioning to the bedside drawers. “Middle drawer” he replied in a low volume before waving them off and leaving the room. Dean nodded in acknowledgement, making his way over to the drawers.

He pulled open the middle drawer, finding packs of wet wipes neatly kept away inside. He grabbed a couple from the pack and walked back over to the bed, tossing the pack to Sam. He caught the pack with one hand, immediately going to work on cleaning the makeup off the girls’ faces.

Sam worked on Jo’s face while Dean worked on Y/N’s. The two remained passed out, totally undisturbed by the action, not even so much as stirring. Y/N’s arms remained limp by her sides, her chest rising and falling with each quiet breath she took as Dean wiped her stubborn mascara off, carefully taking her makeup off.

It was almost ironic how peaceful she looked at this moment, considering she was an absolute menace to be around once she was drunk. Sam was in the same boat, carefully removing the smudged makeup off of Jo as she slept.

After wiping away the makeup staining their faces, Dean and Sam moved down to remove the girls’ jackets and shoes. Dean gently peeled off Y/N’s leather jacket as Sam peeled off Jo’s jean jacket, making sure not to wake them in the process before folding them neatly before placing them on top of the drawers.

Dean then knelt down to remove Y/N’s combat boots one by one, before tossing them aside, while Sam pulled off Jo’s converse. With the jackets and shoes removed, both men checked to make sure Y/N and Jo had no other things on them that would be uncomfortable to sleep in.

Once they were satisfied, they both took a step back to admire the girls, completely passed out on the bed. Dean clapped Sam on his shoulder. “I’ll get the blankets,” he said before leaving the room to grab covers.

Sam stayed beside the bed, making sure the girls were comfy, taking a few moments to smooth the wrinkles on the sheets and comforter, adjusting them around the girls.

Dean returned a few moments later with a large blanket in his grip, dropping it on the foot of the bed. He made his way over to Y/N while Sam stood by Jo, the two silently opened out the blanket on either side before tossing it gently over the women, working together to tuck them in carefully without waking them.

With the girls covered up, both brothers stood over the bed, gazing down at the girls in a mixture of amusement and affection. They would be complaining like hell once they woke up with brutal hangovers tomorrow.

“Looks like our work here is done” Dean muttered, tucking a lock of y/n’s hair behind her ear. “Looks like it” Sam murmured in agreement, his eyes fixated on Jo, fixing her hair as well. Both boys took a few moments to observe the women under the blankets, admiring the serenity of their sleeping forms before making their way out of the room.

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The next morning, Y/N was abruptly woken up from her sleep from the ringtone of her cellphone loudly vibing against the bedside table. She let out a low groan, the loud blaring of Metallica making her hangover headache intensify.

She squinted her eyes open, glancing around the room for a moment, taking in her surroundings as she tried to remember where she was.

She blindly patted the side table on her side of the bed, trying to locate her phone to answer the call. Her hand felt around the wood surface until she came across the cold device, picking it up and answering the call without looking, her voice croaked with sleep. “Hello?”

“Hey, cupcake” the familiar voice of Ash chuckled through the speaker, his southern drawl dripping through the device. Y/N recognized the voice almost instantly, waking up a little more after hearing it. “What do you want, Billy Ray?” She groaned, squinting her eyes as she glanced down at Jo.

The blonde’s head was currently buried in Y/N’s chest, the hunter’s arm wrapped around her friend to stop Jo’s head from rolling off her chest.

“Can’t I call my favorite girl to see how she’s going?” Ash chuckled again, the smile in his voice clear. Y/N grumbled in annoyance, propping herself up on an elbow as her friend snuggled closer to her.

“Not in the mood for your jokes right now, Ash” she muttered, her voice rough with tiredness, still not fully awake. “Seriously, what do you want?” She sighed. “I’m just messin’ with you.” Ash’s voice came through the phone’s speakers again laced with amusement.

“But in all seriousness, Ellen’s callin’ for Jojo to get back to the Roadhouse, said she needed her for something.” Ash stated. “Alright, I’ll tell her once she’s awake” Y/N muttered, sighing deeply. She enjoyed the past week with having Jo by her side, she’d miss her but she knew they’d keep in contact. If not, Jo might threaten to kick her ass.

“Alright, I’ll let her know she’s on her way” he replied. “Later, cupcake” Ash mused. “Goodbye, Billy Ray” Y/N grumbled before hitting the end call button. Y/N placed the phone back on the side table after the call ended. She slowly looked down at Jo, still fast asleep against her chest, her head buried in the crook of her neck.

Y/N sighed once more, running her fingers through Jo’s hair. “Hey, sleepy head, gotta wake up” she murmured gently, lightly tapping her friend’s shoulder to try and coax her out of her sleep.

Jo barely stirred in her sleep, making y/n grow a bit impatient because she desperately needed to pee. “Wake your ass up. I gotta peee” Jo groaned in protest, burying her face further into Y/N’s chest, refusing to leave the warm comforters.

“Go without me” she mumbled into the girl’s chest, her voice thick with sleep. Y/N rolled her eyes in response, shoving her shoulder lightly. “Joanna Beth, get your white ass up and walk to the bathroom with me or I’m tipping your ass off this bed” she snapped.

Jo groaned again, reluctantly extracting herself from the warmth of Y/N’s chest. She slowly sat up on the bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she glanced at Y/N.

“Fine, you bratty bitch, I’m up” she mumbled, the irritation clear in her voice, yet there was a hint of fondness in her voice.

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After their visit to the bathroom, Y/N groaned in agony, leaning against her friend as the pair hobbled into the kitchen. The headache was bad enough, but the hangover made everything ten times worse.

Both girls had to blink several times to rid their vision of the slight blurriness from their drowsiness, letting their eyes adjust to the bright lights of the kitchen. Bobby was standing by the stove with a pot of coffee in one hand and a spatula in the other, while the brothers sat around the table.

The brothers glanced up as the girls staggered into the room. Dean chuckled at the sight before him, the girls in yesterday’s clothes and hair sticking in several directions, walking like they were half dead.

Sam simply smirked in amusement, hiding it behind a mug of coffee. Bobby just grunted in acknowledgment, a small amused smile tugging on his lips.

“Jesus, you two look absolutely awful” Dean commented, raising an eyebrow at the state the girls were in. They looked like they’d been hit by several trucks, and it was safe to say their hangovers were just getting started.

Y/N laughed sarcastically before dropping the act and snatching Dean’s mug of coffee away from him. “Wha- I-” Dean protested to Y/N stealing his coffee, watching as she downed the rest of it in a few large gulps. “You don’t know the half of it” Jo mumbled, slumping down on a chair next to Sam, resting her head on her arm.

Sam offered her his cup, which she gratefully accepted. “Rough night, huh?” Bobby chuckled from across the stove as the girls sat down, flipping a pancake. Y/N grunted in response, folding her arms on the table and resting her head on them.

“Fun while it lasted” Jo muttered before taking a sip from Sam’s mug. “Ash called by the way. Told me that your mom wanted you back at the Roadhouse” Y/N informed Jo as Bobby plated the two girls some bacon and pancakes while Dean refilled Y/N’s mug, making himself a new cup.

Jo groaned at the statement, lifting her head off the table. “Ugh, of course something comes up now,,” she grumbled. She glanced at Y/N in acknowledgment before turning her attention to her food, picking up a fork.

Sam frowned at her words. “Sucks you gotta go” he sighed. “I’ll be back sometime soon, promise” she offered the younger Winchester a smile, taking a bite of her pancakes before continuing. Sam’s heart fluttered at this but he quickly schooled it with a firm nod and a clearing of his throat.

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Within the next couple of hours, Jo was already packed and ready to go. Bobby lent the young hunter an old car from his salvage yard in order for her to get home safely. She was zipping up her bag in the room she and y/n stayed in since getting back from Ohio.

She tossed the bag over her shoulder and head out to the living room where the trio was lounging along with Bobby. Y/N was first to get up from the couch. “Here’s to the next time we see each other” Y/N teased, holding out her fist for Jo to bump, a smile on her lips.

Jo rolled her eyes in response to the comment, though a smile tugged at her own lips as she bumped Y/N’s fist with hers. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, see ya, loser” she returned. They pouted at each other before quickly wrapping their around one another.

“I’ll see you soon, skank” Y/N chuckled into her neck. “Yeah, yeah, miss ya already, slut” Jo replied with a roll of her eyes, though her smile betrayed her. They held the embrace for a while, not willing to be the first to pull away.

“For God’s sake. She’s going to Nevada, not Narnia” Bobby quipped from the couch. A reluctant snort escaped Y/N as she pulled away from Jo. She knew he was right, but she’d miss Jo all the same. Jo shot a glare at Bobby, sticking her tongue out at him.

“As if you’re not gonna miss me, old man” she retorted, to which the older hunter rolled his eyes fondly. “You be safe kiddo” Bobby pushed himself up and hugged her. She nodded obediently before she turned to Dean.

“Later, man” He extended his fist for a bump. “Later, man” Jo returned the fist bump with a smirk. She turned to Sam, her expression softening when she saw him standing slightly off to the side.

Sam’s heart was practically on his sleeve, his fondness for her almost overwhelmingly strong as his eyes met hers. Jo’s heart fluttered again as she looked at him, her own emotions almost bursting out at the seams. “I’ll walk you out to your car” Sam offered softly, taking her bag from her shoulder.

Jo’s heart seemed to jump at the gentle yet smooth sound of his voice, a small smile curving on her lips. She was unable to verbally reply, her voice getting stuck in her throat, so she simply nodded.

Y/N smiled as she watched the two, silently admiring the obvious fondness between the two. Even Bobby and Dean were exchanging knowing looks from the couch.

“Thanks” Jo mustered up softly, letting Sam take her bag. She turned to Y/N, mouthing a “say nothing” in regards to the look on the other girl’s face. Y/N held up her hand in surrender, a playful smile on her lips, mouthing back a “calm down, relax” in response.

Jo shot a small glare at Y/N before her gaze settled on Sam once again, the glare disappearing and replaced with a warm smile. Sam returned the smile, his heart leaping at the sight of it, and wrapped a hand on the small of her back to guide her out towards the front door.

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As the front door shut behind them, Sam took a moment to admire the way the sunlight casted over Jo’s skin, her blonde hair falling perfectly over her face. He placed her bag in the backseat of the car before turning to look at her, the sunlight framing her head in a way that made her look almost angelic.

The butterflies in her stomach returned again, full force. The way Sam was looking at her made her feel vulnerable yet warm, both sensations unfamiliar yet not uncomfortable. Their eyes met, and all the words she had wanted to say slipped away like sand through her fingers. Her brain was mush.

She tried to look away, her eyes darting to the car for a quick moment before returning her gaze back to him. The silence was killing her, she was screaming at herself to say something, anything, but no words came to mind. She was about to open her mouth to speak, but Sam beat her to it.

“You be careful, alright angel?” He murmured softly, his voice low and smooth. It sent a shiver down Jo’s spine, her heart rate rising once again at the sound. He stepped closer to her, his hand coming up to tuck some loose strands of hair behind her ear.

He was mere inches from her, the drastic height difference not going unnoticed by either of them. She had to tilt her head back a good bit in order to meet his gaze.

Despite the drastic difference in height, she felt nowhere close to unsafe. She actually felt protected, not that she needed to be, but the comfort the simple touch brought was impeccable. She swallowed hard, not trusting herself to speak, so she simply nodded in reply.

He smiled at her again, his hand remaining just behind her ear, his thumb caressing her cheekbone gently. The motion was so smooth and gentle that she had to fight back the urge to close her eyes and nuzzle into his hand like a cat craving attention and touch.

A moment of silence passed, they were both just enjoying the other’s presence. Her eyes flickered to his lips, noticing how smooth and pink they looked. Part of her longed to taste them, to let herself fall into him and feel him completely, but the logical part of her brain fought that urge and fought it hard.

But for Sam, he felt as if he was drowning. The proximity of her presence against him was intoxicating, and it took every single fiber of self control in his body to not give into the desire to pull her flush against him and kiss her with as much passion as he could.

She looked so small and sweet up against him, as if she could break at any moment, and he wanted to protect her from everything in the world, and yet at the same time, he wanted to break her, make her scream his name until her voice was gone.

Fuck it. Sam thought to himself.

He was tired of denying himself. He was not his brother, he’d rather take the risk than drown in his feelings. He wanted her. He needed her, the constant urge of wanting to hold her, kiss her, run his fingers through her hair, have her completely, and it was driving him insane.

So, he was going to take her.

Instead of holding back, he caved in, his hand gripped the back of her neck, yanking her to him in one quick, smooth move. Her body crashed into his, a strangled gasp leaving her lips, her hands instantly flying to his chest to keep herself from completely tripping over.

Just as their lips were about to touch, Y/N stepped outside, slamming the front door behind her without thinking, her gaze locked onto her phone in her hands.

“Hey, Jo, you forgot your ke- WOAH!” She exclaimed startled when she saw the scene before her. Jo and Sam were standing mere inches from each other, hands on each other, Jo’s head pulled back slightly by the hand on her neck, both of their faces flushed.

“Fuck- I’m-“ Y/N stammered, cursing herself for not giving it just a couple more minutes but Jo had forgotten her keys. She sheepishly held up the keys in her hands. She watched as both Sam and Jo sprung apart, their faces reddening even more if that was even possible.

Y/N had to bite her lip to hold back a laugh at their embarrassment and awkwardness, feeling bad for interrupting. “Uhhhh…” Jo fumbled, avoiding Y/N’s knowing gaze. Sam narrowed his eyes at the sky. What is this, karma for accidentally interrupting Dean and Y/N? “Get” He gritted his teeth, pointing at the front door firmly.

Y/N bit her lip even harder, her shoulders shaking as she tried to hold back a burst of laughter. Part of her wanted to take a picture of the two and never let them live it down. But part of her also didn’t want to be shot by either of them.

“Okay, okay!” She bit back a smile, tossing Jo the keys before quickly running back into the house. Jo caught the keys with shaky hands as she watched Y/N run back into the house, giggling to herself. She slowly turned back to Sam, avoiding his gaze. Her ears felt like they were on fire.

“So…” Sam said gruffly, his voice rough and low when he spoke. “You better get going,” He said, gesturing towards the car. Jo scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Don’t be a pussy, Winchester” With that, she gripped Sam by the back of his neck, pulling him down to capture his lips with hers.

Sam’s brain malfunctioned as soon as her lips connected with his. It took him a moment to process what was happening until the shock wore off and he melted into her kiss, one hand cradling the back of her head and the other gripping her hip, pulling her flush against him.

-

Unbeknownst to them, Dean and Y/N were peering through Bobby’s louvers, intently watching the moment like it was a movie with anxious grins. When Sam and Jo finally kissed, both adults squealed like teenage girls, jumping up and down erratically.

“Oh my god!” Y/N squealed, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “I knew it. I knew it” Dean pumped his fist in the air, as he watched them, a wide grin on his face. The two high fived as they did happy dances before closing the curtain.

As Dean and Y/N turned away from the window, the atmosphere between them abruptly changed, so in order to completely avoid it. Y/N cleared her throat and sank back into the couch.

-

Back outside, Jo was having a hard time staying on her feet as Sam took control, his lips moving against hers hungrily and urgently, a low groan escaping his throat. One arm was snaked firmly around her waist, keeping her pressed against him, the other cupping the back of her neck. Her hands clutched at the fabric of his shirt, her knees on the verge of giving out.

Sam couldn’t get enough, wanting to have her just like this, pressed against him for the rest of his life. One of his hands slid from her waist down to her thigh and gently hitched her leg up, her knee bending and hitching over his hip.

Jo gasped into his mouth as she felt her leg being lifted off the ground and thrown around his hip, her body pushed back against the side of the car. A shiver of pleasure shot through her as his hand gripped her thigh, his fingers digging into her skin as he held her in place. But the feeling of her knee hitching over his hip was almost enough to do her in. Almost.

Joanna Beth Harvelle was ready to risk it all right there, ready to have him take her in Bobby’s salvage yard. She was certain of two things right now: She didn't give a damn about public decency, and Sam Winchester was an extremely good kisser. The latter made her head spin more than it should, but she was enjoying every second of it. He was kissing her like she was a damn treasure, as if he was afraid that she would disappear before he got enough of her.

Meanwhile Samuel William Winchester was surprised by his actions. He’s usually the “go at it slow” type of guy. But after the shit he’s been through, he wasn’t taking the chance of letting a gem like Jo slip from his fingers. And God…did he feel things about her.

The last thing he thought he’d be doing was manhandling her to a goddamn car and kissing her like his life depended on it. But something about her just made him want to throw all his self-control out the window.

He finally broke the kiss, resting his forehead against hers, their lips barely touching as a deep, heavy pant left his lips. He hadn’t felt a connection like this with anyone since Jessica, and it fucking scared it. Because to him, everything good he touches turns to ash….literally.

A sharp intake of breath escaped Jo’s lips as Sam’s grip on her tightened, her leg hitched over his hip as he pressed her flush against his body, her heart racing and her head spinning. She couldn’t think properly, her thoughts consumed by him, by the way he held her, his lips feeling like fire against her skin.

“Can’t believe you said I was a pussy” He muttered gruffly, his low voice sending a shiver down her spine. His breath was hot against her skin, his lips just hovering over hers. With his forehead still against hers, his eyes were closed as if he was trying to maintain self-control.

“Well I take it back, that’s one helluva goodbye” She chuckled sheepishly. “Yeah, that was…” Sam was lost for words as he slowly let her leg fall from his hip, reluctantly letting her go. He didn’t want to, he wanted to hold her as closely as he possibly could, but now wasn’t the time, and they both knew it.

Although if it was up to him, he would’ve dragged her upstairs and- He shook his head and cleared his throat, trying to rid any of those images from his mind. He would have a hell of a time trying to forget that kiss, and he didn’t want to ruin the moment by thinking about things he wanted to do to her.

As he let go of her, every fiber of his being protested the action. He longed to just pull her back in and kiss her again and again until he’d had enough, which would probably be never, but he was already riding on a high from the first kiss. So, he took a step back, shoving his hands in his pockets as he stared at her.

“I’ll see you soon, Sammy” She smiled, tiptoeing to lay a quick peck on his lips again before hopping into her car. Her smile made his heart backflip, that simple act making him want to pull her back to him and refuse to let her go.

“See ya, angel” he replied, a smile spreading on his own lips as he closed the car door behind her. As her car drove away, he let out a deep breath, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets and walking back into the house.

The other two were waiting for him the second he stepped inside. Y/N was pretending to read a Playboy magazine, leaned into the couch while Dean’s feet was tossed up on her lap, his head laying on the arm of the cough. While toying with the remote to Bobby’s TV set, flickering through channels.

Y/N’s magazine was covering her smirk, and it was easy to tell that she was pretending to be disinterested. Sam groaned, having a feeling they saw the whole thing unfold from the window. “Not a goddamn word” He muttered, slumping on the couch next to Y/N.

Y/N erupted in laughter along with Dean, wrapping her arms around Sam to give him a tight squeeze. “I’m so proud of you!!” She cooed, earning an embarrassed groan from Sam. He tried to push Y/N and her tight hug off of him, but failed miserably. After a few attempts, he just gave up. He closed his eyes and just let it be.

“You’re so annoying,” He grumbled. Dean chuckled, leaning forward and slapping Sam on the back. “Yeah. Yeah, we’re proud of ya, Sammy. Took you long enough to grow a pair” He mused before pushing himself up to head to the kitchen.

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Nevada

•One Week Later

Molly and her David are driving down a dark deserted highway, it was 12:50 am and The Animal’s ‘House Of The Rising Sun’ is playing softly through their car deck. David is shining a torch on an old map, the couple appeared to be lost. “We’re lost” Molly voiced the obvious.

“No, this is a shortcut” David defended, “Babe, it’s just we’ve been on this road over an hour. We haven’t seen a single car” Molly sighed, “Molly, I know how to read a fucking map, okay?” David snapped, his eyes focused on the paper map as Molly sighed deeply again.

“We passed that gas station a while back. Let’s just go ask someone” She suggested, “That was 40 minutes ago. We’re not turning around” David retorted, “Oh, come on. Isn’t this argument a little archaic? Men can ask directions these days” Molly muttered, rolling her eyes.

“Oh, no, no, no. We can’t. It’s against our genetic code.” David sassed sarcastically, earning an eyeroll from his wife. “Look, I know exactly where we are” David assured her. “Oh, yeah. Where?” Molly scoffed, leaning against the window, her other hand in the wheel. “Highway 99, okay? It cuts right through”

His face dropped as they passed a sign, indicating they were on Highway 41. “Highway 99, huh?” Molly pumped her brows, her tone dripping with sarcasm. David glanced back at his wife, noticing the very annoyed expression etched on her features. “Okay, so we’re taking the scenic route” He lamely defended, erupting in chuckles.

“David..” Molly sighed, not finding it amusing. “It’s our anniversary and we’re spending it stuck in the car” She said sadly, “I know, I’m sorry.” David apologized sincerely, resting a hand on her thigh. “Hey, let me make it up to you, okay? Come here” He smirked, leaning to press kisses on her neck.

An amused grin on his face as Molly playfully shoved him off, “Stop, I’m mad at you” She groaned, attempting to hide her amused smile as David chuckled. “Come on, Molly. Hey…you love me” He teased, leaning back in, playfully nipping at her neck.

“No, I don’t. You’re a jerk!” She laughed, trying to push him off. “David, I mean it!” She took her eyes off the road for just a split second, “Ha, ha- MOLLY!” David shouted fearfully, upon seeing a man standing in the middle of the road, looking just as shocked at them.

“Ahh!!” Molly screamed, swerving off the road and down a steep slope. The married couple screamed for their lives until their car was driven into a tree bark, glass shattering, the airbags detonated as they fell unconscious.

-

Molly began to come to, sometime later, her head was pressed against the steering wheel, groaning in pain from the impact. “David” She croaked, looking next to her from the smoking car, but the passenger seat was empty, her husband nowhere to be found.

Panic struck her as she held her head, the passenger side door was wide open. “David?” She grunted as she pushed herself from the driver's seat, stumbling out of the destroyed vehicle. She looked around the forest, her husband still nowhere in sight.

“Da-David???? DAVID?!” She shouted at the top of her lungs as she found her footing. She then made her way through the forest, still shouting for her husband. Molly stumbled upon a small house that still seemed to have its light on, she hoped someone was home as she made her way through the woods and to the porch.

“Hello?” Molly called out as she tapped her knuckles against the door to the wooden shack. “Is anyone here?!” She shouted, twisting the knob to see it was open. “Hello?” She called out again, this time softer. Molly’s eyes scanned the house to see it was practically deserted with weapons, knives and machetes hanging on the wall.

She gasped in shock when her eyes landed on a familiar figure, “it’s you” She muttered, seeing the man she almost hit on the road before the crash. “You’re okay. I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there” She apologized profusely but the man didn’t answer her. “Are you- are you hurt?” She asked, concerned, stepping closer to the man.

She put her hand on his back gently, “sir?” She called out again, then the elderly man with a cap on, turned towards her, blood dripping down the side of his face before it contorted into one of a decomposing corpse. Molly screamed with terror at the top of her lungs at what she was witnessing.

-

Molly was now panting as she ran out of the house and through the forest, she finally made it to the road she swerved off of. Her eyes wide with hope when she saw the headlights of a classic ‘67 Chevy Impala in the distance. Molly ran in the middle of the road, screaming “Stop! Stop!!” She cried.

Y/N, Sam and Dean were casually bobbing their heads along with Led Zeppelin’s ‘When The Levee Breaks’ as they drove down the highway until the blaring horn of an alarm broke through and they saw a woman standing in the middle of the road screaming. “Holy fuck-“ Dean exclaimed while Y/N jumped along with them, all of them startled as Dean quickly hit the brakes.

“You’ve gotta help me” Molly pleaded, rushing over to the passenger side where Y/N was seated. “Please, please!” Molly banged on the window as Y/N rolled it down reluctantly. “Alright, alright, hun. Calm down, calm down. Tell us what happened” She said gently, shooting a sideways look to the boys.

-

Molly was visibly panicked and upset. She wrung her hands as she began to speak a mile a minute. “I swerved and we crashed. And when I came….uh-uh, the car was wrecked. My husband was missing” Molly explained as they all were now standing outside of the Impala on the side of the highway, Y/N was leaning against the car next to Dean as the disheveled woman explained her story.

The three hunters shared a look as she continued, running a hand through her hair. “I went looking for him but that’s when the man from the road…he-he started chasing me. He’s- he’s-” Molly stuttered, “Did he look like he lost a fight with a lawnmower?” Dean chimed in, Sam and Y/N side eyed him at his statement, earning the elder Winchester a smack to the arm from Y/N.

Molly’s eyes widened. “How did you know that?” She questioned, her voice raising a few octaves higher as the fear settled in. Dean shrugged, “Lucky guess” He lied, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket as Y/N glared at him, he looked down to the ground sheepishly, inwardly cursing to himself.

Sam looked around the surrounding area as he spoke, “Ma’am, what’s your name?” He requested, wanting to be certain before jumping to any conclusions. Molly looked between the trio but her eyes landed on Y/N, “Molly. Molly McNamara” She answered, still visibly shaking from her experience in the woods, she wrapped his arms around herself protectively.

The three shared a knowing look again as Y/N spoke up, “Molly, honey. Look, I think maybe you should come with us. We’ll take you back into town-“ Y/N suggested in a calm tone, attempting to reason with the woman but she shook her head. “I can’t. I have to find David. He might’ve gone back to the car” Molly insisted.

Sam’s eyes widened along with Y/N’s as Dean’s lips parted. “Well, we should get you somewhere safe. And then my brother, my sister and I will come back here. We’ll look for your husband-“ Sam chimed in but Molly shook her head again frantically.

“No. I'm not leaving here without him” Molly insisted, the terror and panic evident in her eyes as well as her voice. It sounded as if she was about to cry. Her eyes landed on y/n, gripping the hunter's arm. The touch made the familiar chills rise at the back of y/n’s neck. Dean attempted to step in but she put her hand up, indicating she was fine.

“Would you just take me back to my car, please?” Molly pleaded. Y/N looked down at the woman’s hand gripping her arm, she shared a look with the boys before sighing. Molly was obviously not going to back down. “Of course, sweetie. Come on..” She said gently, shooting the boys a look. Molly breathed out in relief as y/n pried her arm off of hers, all loading up into the Impala.

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Molly directed them back to the site of the crash, Dean pulled at the side of the highway, all hopping out of the car with flashlights. “It’s right over there” Molly directed them to a tree, her face contorted with confusion and shock when it turned out that there was no car there.

“I don’t understand. I’m sure this is where it was. We-we hit that tree right there” Molly muttered, turning to the trio who shone their lights on the empty tree. “This-this doesn’t make any sense” Molly rambles as she walked down the steep path to the tree. The hunters share a knowing look, the faint chill in y/n’s neck raising.

“Fellas, we gotta get outta here. Greeley could show up at any second. He’s already in the area. I’m telling you” Y/N whispered to the Winchesters. “What're you gonna tell her?” Dean muttered back. “The truth” Sam shot back, Dean rolled his eyes at his brother. “She’s gonna take off running in the other direction.” Dean quipped at the two, earning side eyes from them again.

“I know it sounds crazy, but I crashed into that tree” Molly tried to convince them, pointing to the tree. “I don’t know who could’ve taken it. It-it-it was totaled” She stammered as they scanned the area with their flashlights. She then walked back up to y/n, her eyes pleading and desperate as she gripped the female hunter's arm again.

“Please, you have to believe me” Molly pleaded, y/n let out a small surprised gasp again, the chills from her running through her body. It was heavy, but also pure and innocent. Molly needed help, she had good intentions, she shot the Winchesters a look before Sam spoke up. “Molly, listen, we do believe you, alright? That’s why we wanna get you out of here” Sam chimed in gently.

She shook her head again, snatching her hand away from y/n’s, “But want about David? Something must have happened. I have to get to the cops” Molly insisted. “Cops, you know what? That’s a great idea. We’ll take you down to the station ourselves” Dean piped up as y/n’s nodded in agreement, “Okay? So just, come with us. It’s the best way we can help you and your husband” Y/N added in a gentle tone.

Y/N extended her hand again for Molly to take, but the woman looked hesitant. She gave the empty crash site one last painful look before accepting y/n’s hand.

-

The Impala was driving down the deserted highway, y/n in the backseat with Molly while Sam sat shotgun and Dean drove. “We’re supposed to be in Lake Tahoe…” Molly muttered, her tone filled with sorrow. “You and David?” Sam asked softly. “It’s our five year anniversary,” Molly smiled sadly. “A hell of an anniversary” Dean muttered, earning a glare from his brother and a side eye from y/n.

“Right before, we were having the dumbest fight.” Molly scoffed before sighing heavily. “It’s the only time we ever really argue, when we’re stuck in the car” she shook her head with regret. Sam and Y/N chuckle at this, “Yeah, we know how that goes” Y/N snorted, her and Sam exchanging a knowing look, it was now Dean’s turn to side eye the duo.

“You know the last thing I said to him?” Molly’s eyes welled up with tears as Sam and Y/N listened intently. “I called him a jerk. Oh, god” She stiffled back a sob, y/n’s heart ached for the woman as she ran a hand through her hair. “What if that’s the last thing I said to him?” Molly sobbed as Sam and Dean share a remorseful look.

“Molly, we’re gonna figure out what happened to your husband, i promise” Y/N said gently, Molly nodded weakly as the chills returned to the back of y/n’s neck. She let out a soft groan, causing the Winchester’s eyes to dart back to her in concern. She gave them a weak thumbs up as the radio’s frequency on Baby’s deck started buzzing.

On its own, it changed to another station, The Animal’s ‘House Of The Rising Sun’ now blaring softly through the speaker. “Did you-?” Dean asked Sam quickly, “No” Sam shook his head, Dean’s eyes flickered to Y/N in the back seat, who was equally as shocked as the boys. She shook her head, indicating she did not use her ‘ESP Thing’ (as Dean puts it) to change the channel.

She shot them a look, indicating that Greeley was around, pointing to the back of her neck. “Great, i was afraid of that” Dean muttered as Molly leaned forward, looking at the radio with recognition. “This song…” She gasped, “What?” Y/N asked. “It was playing when we crashed” Molly informed them, the trio shared a wide eyed look as the radio static crackled again.

“She’s mine…She’s mine….She’s mine...” Greeley’s breathy voice sounded through the radio.

Y/N’s breath hitched as panic started to course through Molly, “What is that?” Molly asked fearfully. Y/N felt the chill intensify, the feeling of the dark spirit lurking in the shadows was practically screaming through her body. Her eyes landed on Greeley, who was standing in the middle of the highway, yards away. “Dean!” She shouted, pointing to the man.

Dean’s eyes moved from the radio to the road. All of their eyes widened as Dean abruptly said, “Hold on” before stepping in the gas. “What are you doing?!” Molly shouted fearfully as Sam and Y/N held on for dear life. Dean sent the Impala barreling through the spirit, it disapparated infront of all of them.

Leaving Molly stunned, gasping with fear, not knowing what she just witnessed. “What the-?! What the fuck just happened?!” She shouted, “Don’t worry, sweetie. Everything is gonna be alright” Y/N assured her. The Impala’s engine then started sputtering, making everyone in the car eyebrows furrow.

“I think you spoke a little too soon, princess,” Dean groaned ironically before pulling the car over at the side of the highway. He put the car in park, turning it off. He gave it a couple of seconds before attempting to restart it again. The ignition sputtered multiple times, the Impala refusing to start up again.

The car was dead silent as Dean looked over at Sam and Y/N, panicked, “I don’t think he’s gonna let her leave” He said in a hushed tone. Molly was stunned, her face stoic as she leaned back into the seat. The three hunters shared a look before hopping out of the impala simultaneously.

Dean speeded over to the trunk, opening it up as Molly stumbled out of the car. “This can’t be happening.” She said in disbelief, shutting the door. “Well, trust me. It’s happening” Dean assured her, he opened up the arsenal trunk, and y/n immediately went to work on loading up rounds of rock salt.

Molly’s heart dropped when she saw the load of weapons in the Winchester’s trunk, “Well, okay, thanks for helping, but I think I got it covered from here” She muttered fearfully, beginning to back away from them. They immediately realized that the weapons freaked her out, “Wait, Molly, wait a minute” Sam tried to reason but she kept backing away.

“Just leave me alone…” She said fearfully. Y/N chucked the shotgun in Dean’s hands, “No, no, no. Please. You have to listen to us” Y/N pleaded along with Sam. “Just stay away!” Molly shouted. “It wasn’t a coincidence that we found you, alright?” Sam blurted out, this caused Molly to stop in her tracks.

“What are you talking about?” Molly spat. “Well, we were just cruising for chicks when we ran into ya, sister. We were already out here. Hunting” Dean stated with a bit of sass. “Hunting for what?” Molly asked suspiciously. Sam and Y/N shared a look until Dean blurted out, “Ghosts” in a deadpan tone.

Sam stammered as y/n glared at Dean who began walking back to the car. “Well. Don’t sugarcoat it for her” She shot at the elder Winchester sarcastically, following behind him. “She had to hear it” Dean shot back, earning an eye roll from y/n. “You’re nuts!” Molly stammered, folding her arms across her chest.

“Really?” Dean scoffed, picking up a shotgun from the trunk. “About as nuts as a vanishing guy with his guts spilling out?” He sassed, pointed me to his stomach. Molly didn’t answer, stunned as Sam and Y/N shook their heads. “You know what you saw” He shot back before going into the trunk again.

Y/N reared her hand back and smacked Dean in the back of his head as Sam talked to a distraught Molly. Dean grunted heavily and whipped his head around. “Son of a-” He muttered as he rubbed the back of his head. “Be nice. And have some fucking compassion” She scolded him, pointing a firm finger at him like a mother scolding her child. “Compassion?” Dean huffed.

“Yes, charming. Compassion” Y/N snapped back with sarcasm. “She’s fragile, be patient!” She added. “Why are you yelling at me?” Dean retorted. She scoffed, her hands resting on her hips. “Because you’re being a dick” Y/N snapped. “I’m a dick?” He raised an eyebrow. “Yes. You are. A big one.” She shot at him before turning her attention back to Sam and Molly.

“We think his name is Jonah Greeley. He was a local farmer that died 15 years ago on this highway” Sam explained, walking closer to Molly. “Just stop,” She stubbornly muttered. “One night a year on the anniversary of his death…he haunts this road” Y/N chimed in, her eyes pleading with Molly to believe them.

Y/N stepped besides Sam as Molly stared at them with wide eyes, “That’s why we’re here, Molly…to try and stop him” Sam sighed, “Yeah, I supposed this ghost made my car disappear too” Molly scoffed, “Crazier things have happened, huh?” Dean snarked, stepping besides Y/N, patting the small of her back with a smirk.

She rolled her eyes as Molly said, “You know what? I’m all filled up on crazy. I’m gonna get the cops myself” Molly shook her head before turning to walk away again. Y/N shot Dean a pleading look, he narrowed his eyes at her before grumbling under his breath. “I don’t mean to be harsh but I don’t think you’re gonna get too far” Dean’s words stopped the woman in her tracks.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Molly asked fearfully, “It means that plan A was trying to get you out of here” Y/N stated, “Now, obviously, that didn’t go over too well with, uh, Farmer Roadkill” Dean quipped back as y/n shook her head at him.

Be a little more harsh, why don’t ya? She thought to herself as she glared at him. Dean just shrugged as Sam stepped forward.

“Molly, we’re telling the truth.” Sam said calmly, “Greeley’s not gonna let you leave this highway” Y/N added in a low tone, “You’re- you’re serious about this, aren’t you?” Molly stuttered, inching closer to y/n. The chills once again rose at the back of her neck. “Deadly” Dean deadpanned.

Y/N’s eyes snapped over to him for the umpteeth time, shooting her friend a deadly glare along with Sam who was tired with Dean’s quips. They had all been arguing coming down the road for random bullshit so the tension was still in the air. “Every year, Greeley finds someone to punish for what happened to him. Tonight, that person is you” Sam twisted the truth, his tone filled with sorrow as he explained to Molly.

Her eyes were filled with tears, “Why me? I didn’t do anything?” She croaked tearfully, “It doesn’t matter, hun…Some spirits only see what they want” Y/N said apologetically. Molly swallowed harshly, “So you’re saying this Greeley, he took my husband?” Molly croaked again, Sam and Y/N shared a look at this and that confirmed it for Molly.

“Oh, God.” She gasped fearfully, “Molly, look, we’re gonna help, alright? But first, you gotta help us” Y/N said gently, extending her hand for Molly to take but Molly’s hands remained folded over her chest, sniffling as she tried to stop her tears. Dean offered Molly a sympathetic smile, his eyes tracing over y/n.

“Help you? How?” Molly stammered.

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“This is it, this is where I saw him” Molly told Dean and Y/N, who were shining their lights into the wide opened door way of the shack she stumbled upon earlier. “Must’ve been his hunting cabin” Dean thought out loud as they shone their lights through the deserted cabin.

Y/N’s light landed on the loads of saws, knifes, weapons, hanging on the wall. Along with dried blood on the working table. “Huh. Seemed like a real sweet guy.” She muttered sarcastically, earning a low chuckle from Dean. “No markers or headstones outside” Sam informed them, now walking into the cabin, shining his own light. The chills on her neck hadn’t let up since she spotted Greeley on the freeway, meaning he was somewhere close.

“You’re looking for Greeley’s grave?” Molly asked, “Yeah” Sam nodded, “Why?” Molly tilted her head in confusion. “So we can dig up the corpse and salt and burn it.” Dean stated, matter of factly. “Oh, sure. Naturally” Molly muttered, her expression speechless. “It’s a way to get rid of a spirit” Y/N explained, her eyes darting over to Molly. “And that’ll save David?” Molly asked hopefully.

Sam and Y/N shared a look, “Well, this is what’ll help both of you. Provided there’s a corpse to be found” Sam vaguely put it, “So, how do we find it?” Molly asked, “Uh….not sure, hun. After Greeley died, his wife claimed the body. And that’s the last anyone saw of her. So good guess, she brought him back here. But they had a thousand acres. He could be buried anywhere on them” Y/N fully explained.

“So, this is really what you guys do. You’re like Ghostbusters.” Molly’s brows furrowed. “Yeah, minus the jumpsuits.” Dean chimed in snarkily. “Look lady, this is a fascinating conversation and all, but uh this highway’s only haunted once a year. And we’ve got till sunup to wrap this thing up. So what do you say, we move it along. Okay? Great.” Dean dismissed harshly before moving between the three of them.

Sam shot Molly an apologetic look, before apologizing for his brother's harsh words as Y/N followed behind him and shoved him a bit harshly when they were out of earshot at the side of the cabin. “Didn't I tell you to stop being a dick!” Y/N scolded him. “What?” Dean defended himself, whipping around to face her. “Don’t ‘what’ me. You’re being a dick.” She argued back. “Oh, I’m a dick?” Dean retorted, crossing his arms.

“Yes, you are a dick” Y/N sassed back, jabbing a finger into his chest. She’d had enough of his attitude tonight and now he was starting to piss her off. “No. I’m being realistic” Dean defended himself, “Oh really?” Y/N shot back. “Yes really!” Dean sneered back. “You’re being blunt! and it’s gonna scare her!” Y/N exclaimed in a low tone. “Sorry if reality hurts, princess!” Dean snarked back.

Y/N sighed deeply, shaking her head as she pinched the bridge of her nose in an attempt to calm herself down and not let this escalate more than it should. “Let’s not do this right now, please.” She scoffed. “We’ve got two spirits on the loose and one of them is clueless” Y/N whispered, “All I’m asking is try to be more kind to Molly” Y/N pleaded, flashing him a pair of puppy dog eyes that always seemed to make Dean weak in his knees.

Dean felt his heart tug. It was practically impossible to tell her no when she looked at him like that. Dean grumbled and looked away before begrudgingly answering her, “God damnit” He muttered, knowing that once she made up her mind there would be no stopping her.

“Please?” She pleaded once more. Her begging worked, because his face slightly softened. He gave her a glare before sighing. “Fine, I’ll be nice” Dean gave in with no other option. “But only if you quit doing that…eye thing that you do” He scoffed. “What eye thing?” Y/N tilted her head, feigning innocence, not allowing the look to falter as she bit back a smirk.

Dean pointed a finger at her, “Don’t give me that face. Please” He almost whined as she continued to keep the innocent look on her face. “That face! That right there. Quit doing that!” Dean snapped. “Doing what? I’m not doing a thing” Y/N continued to play dumb, her lips pulling into another smile.

He clenched his jaw as he looked away once more, avoiding her gaze as her smile broadened. “You’re doing it! God damnit, woman! Stop it!” Dean muttered through his teeth. Y/N giggled, feeling satisfied with this response and the fact that she won this argument. “Okay, okay, pretty boy. I’m done, let’s look for Greeley’s house” She snorted, shoving him slightly as Sam and Molly exited the cabin.

“What do we have to do now?” Molly asked the trio, “We’ve gotta look for Greeley’s house” Sam stated. “Okay, you two take that side. Me and Y/N will take the other” Dean instructed, Sam and Y/N nodded obediently as Sam led Molly away and Y/N followed behind Dean. “ Maybe he’s buried there. Look for roads or paths or something. Stay close” Sam stated as he shined his light and walked deeper into the woods.

“Yeah, okay” Molly sighed. “Molly….” A dark whisper sounded, Molly’s ears perked up, spinning around in the direction of the voice. “Help me, Molly…” The voice whispered again, but Sam didn’t seem to hear.

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Y/N was on the other side with Dean, her ears perking up also at the sound. “Help me, Molly…” She heard the voice whisper. “Hey, you hear that?” Y/N spoke aloud, stopping as her ears perked up. It had been an ominous and breathy voice. Dean stopped in his tracks as well, turning to her, “No, hear what?” He asked. Y/N’s head swiveled around, her eyes searching the area. Something wasn’t right.

Molly’s piercing scream sounded through the woods, Dean and Y/N instantly went running in the direction to see Greeley attacking Molly. Dean aimed his shotgun at Greeley, “Whoops” She snarked before shooting the spirit with rocksalt, Greeley instantly disapparated.

As soon as the spirit disappeared, Y/N rushed over to Molly, who was in hysterics as she desperately tried to compose herself. “Molly, you alright?” Y/N asked, pulling the distraught woman to her feet. “Hey! are you alright?!” Sam gasped, running over to them upon hearing the scream. “What has that son of a bitch down with my husband?!” Molly growled.

“Just take it easy, alright? You're gonna see David again. You will” Sam assured her as she panted with fear, clinging onto Y/N. “Hey!” Dean shouted, drawing their attention to a brick road with his light. “Follow the creepy brick road.” He panted, “Go ahead, hun” Y/N gestured for Molly to follow behind Dean.

Dean took the lead as Sam and Y/N scanned their surroundings, trudging down the road. “That thing shoots rock salt?” Molly asked, “Yep” Sam answered, “And plain salt keeps away spirits?” She asked, “Simple remedies are always the best” Y/N chuckled with a shrug. “Most cultures, salt’s a symbol of purity so it repels impure and unnatural things” She further explains.

“Same reason you throw it over your shoulder” Sam added as they continued to walk. Eventually, they came upon a creepy old house, y/n felt an instant weight practically crush her lungs, the heaviness of the area was beginning to become too much. “You know, just once, I’d like to round the corner and see a nice house” She huffed, breathing heavily.

“I’m with ya’,” Dean grumbled, he stopped to glance back at her, noticing that she was struggling. He slowed down a little, so he was walking in step with her. His hand was itching to be on her lower back again, but he refrained from it, not knowing how she'd react.

"You alright, princess?" He muttered in a low tone so Sam and Molly wouldn't hear. Y/N’s head jerked to glance at him and nodded as a response, trying to regulate her breathing and calm the weight of the spirits' presence. She didn’t want to admit how much strength she was putting into herself to just walk forward, her knees were threatening to give out and buckle at any moment.

“I’m alright” She muttered back, her words barely above a whisper as the weight continued to get heavier. She put on a strong face as they made their way up the porch, Sam took the lead and reached over, opening the creaky old door before pushing the screen door inwards. Molly followed behind along with Dean and Y/N, who stayed back to check for headstones.

The instant Y/N stepped foot in that house the overwhelming feeling became all too much. She had to dig her nails into the palm of her hand to stabilize herself and prevent her legs from giving out.

The house was the typical rundown farmer style. It was run down and creepy as hell. The floorboards creaked with each step, the paint on the walls was chipping and peeling from the outside elements. There was an ominous and tense ambience that lingered in the air.

“Any headstones outside?” Sam asked the duo, they both snorted. “Yeah, right. Is it ever that easy?” Dean scoffed, resting his bag on the old rotting table. “Yeah…I guess not” Sam sighed heavily as Dean and Y/N shined their light over the house, scanning their surroundings. Dean came upon an old stairs, instantly he decided to send Sam and Molly upstairs since Molly’s presence seemed to only make y/n weaker.

“You two check upstairs. See if you can find notes or records telling us where he’s buried. We’ll just check down here” He instructed Sam and Molly. “Alright” Sam nodded, shining his light up the old wooden stairs. He took the lead, Molly following behind him.

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They were now checking the rooms, “Great” Sam muttered upon seeing the room trashed with papers, scattered across the floor as Molly made her way over to the window. Her eyes landed on a photo album that was sitting on the still. “Look at this” She called Sam over upon examining the album.

She then walked over to him, taking a seat on the bed, Sam then sat next to her. “It’s Greeley and his wife” Sam shone his light over the book to see tons of old pictures of the couple, old letters, old pictures of their house as he flipped through the book.

“It’s a love letter he wrote her.” Molly said out loud as she read it, “My God, it’s beautiful.” She cooed. “I don’t understand how a guy like this can turn into that monster” She shook her head in disbelief, Sam’s tongue got caught as he swallowed harshly. “Um..uh, well spirits like Greeley are, uh…like wounded animals” He explained.

“Lost…and in so much pain, that they lash out” He sighed heavily, “Why? Why are they here?” Molly asked, “Well, there’s some part of them that’s keeping them here…Like their remains, or, um….unfinished business” Sam nodded, pursing his lips as he tried to not say too much.

“Unfinished business?” Molly tilted her head in confusion, “Yeah, uh….it’s could be revenge. It could be love or hate. Whatever it is, they just hold on too tight…Can’t let go. So they’re trapped. Caught in the same loops. Replaying the same tragedy over and over” Sam's voice is low as he explained, his eyes scanning Molly, laced with sympathy.

“You sound almost sorry for them” Molly pointed out, noticing the way Sam spoke of them. “Well, they weren’t evil people. You know, the-…a lot of them were good. Just….Something happened to em. Something they couldn’t control” He sighed as footsteps made their way to them.

“Sammy and y/n/n are always getting a little J. Love Hewitt when it comes to things like this” Dean snorted, leaning on the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest. Y/N glared harshly at him, his words stricking her as a bit offensive. “Me. I don't like ‘em, and I sure as hell ain't making apologies for them.” He added.

“Don’t mind the idiot, he’s always bitter about something” Y/N huffed, shoving Dean to the side as she leaned on the opposite side of the door frame than him. “Anyway, there’s nothing downstairs, you anything, Sammy?” Y/N asked, shining her light through the room.

“Uh, just about every piece of mail or receipt they ever had. Looked through a couple, but there ain’t nothing about a grave so far” Sam sighed. Y/N’s eyes landed on an older chest of drawers, she tilted her head slightly as she examined it from across the room. She felt herself being drawn to it. “What?” Sam and Dean asked in unison. “There’s something behind here” She muttered, tossing her flashlight to Dean.

Dean barely caught her flashlight, grumbling a curse as he watched her as she made her way across the room to look inside the drawers. “Watcha doinggg?” He asked, resting the light on his shoulder as she ran her eyes over it.

“Do you always have to question what I do?” She asked sarcastically, her eyes scanning the inside of the piece of furniture. “Yeah. Always” He replied in a matter-of-fact tone, biting back a smirk. Y/N scoffed as she ran her fingers along the back of the chest. She then harshly pulled the entire chest forward, revealing what looked like a small door.

Dean’s eyes widened in curiosity and surprise, “I’ll be damned…” He chuckled, shaking his head as Sam and Molly crossed the room to look over their shoulders, their eyes also landing on the door.

“How’d you know it was there?” Sam asked, in awe from her find. “Don’t know. I just….felt it, almost” Y/N replied, still baffled on how she had known it was there. “Must be-”

“Dean, if you say ESP thing, I will ACTUALLY kill you” She glared at him before crouching down towards the door. Dean snorted as she tried to open it with the tiny knob but it wouldn’t budge. “It’s locked from the inside” Y/N grumbled.

Her fingers slowly began to glow blue as she placed her palm flat on the wooden door, the light spreading through her vein and the almost electric static emitted from her hand and spread to the rest of the door. The muscles in her arm were tensed and tight, the veins of her arm became more prominent as she concentrated as hard as she could, her white balled over eyes focused directly on the door.

The door then came clean off its hinges with a loud thud. She stumbled back, her hand falling to her side and the blue light in her veins slowly faded like the last lingering embers of a dying fire as her eyes reverted back to its usual color. Dean caught her from falling back and pulling her back up onto her feet, his hand remaining on her arm. “You good?” He asked.

“Peachy” She snapped as she ripped her arm from his grasp, still pissed from his comments earlier. Dean felt his heart tug again painfully but he swallowed it down forcefully as Sam watched in awe from the display while Molly’s eyes bulged out of her sockets. “H-how- w-what are you?!” She stammered. “Uh, it’s complicated” Y/N chuckled, nervously rubbing the back of her neck.

Dean then crouched, shining his light into the now exposed passageway, filled with cobwebs. Using Y/N’s flashlight, he gathered them together to clear the way. Creeping inside of the passage, along with y/n and then Sam and Molly.

The dirt walls were a dull brown colour, the smell of old dirt filled their nostrils. “God this is more disgusting than your socks” Y/N muttered as she followed behind Dean, her nose scrunched in disgust. “Ha-Har” Dean chuckled sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “It smells like old lady in here,” Dean commented.

Y/N’s light landed on the corpse of what looked to be Greeley’s wife, her skeletal remains hanging on a noose from the ceiling. “And that would explain why” She gagged, covering her nose with her inner flannel. “Fuck” Sam cursed upon seeing the corpse, Molly’s eyes went wide.

“That’s….that’s her. That’s his wife” Molly’s voice wavered slightly as she spoke. Y/N’s heart stung at seeing the poor woman hanging from such a horrific death. Dean’s expression became more serious and dark. “Well, now we know why nobody ever saw her again.” Dean sighed. “She didn’t wanna live without him” Y/N voiced everyone’s thoughts.

Sam inched closer to the skeletal remains, “Guys, give me a hand” Sam told them, picking up a chair from the side of the room. Y/N immediately went over, “Really?” Dean’s brows furrowed together, “What are you gonna do?” Molly asked, confused. Sam and Y/N shot Dean a knowing look. “We can’t leave her like this,” Sam insisted.

“Why not?” Dean asked horrified, his voice going up and octave. “She deserves to be put to rest, Dean” Y/N snapped. Dean’s mouth fell open and he let out a huff, he knew that he wasn’t going to win this argument. “God fucking damn it…” He grumbled, walking over to them, Y/N stepped up onto the chair, pulling out her butterfly knife from her combat boots but she wasn’t tall enough to reach the noose.

“Great. Who’s gonna give me a lift?” She asked with a huff, crossing her arms. “You’re kidding, right?” Dean asked, already knowing that she wasn’t. She gestured for him to lift her, “Are you serious?” He asked again, “Yeah I am. Now help me” She snapped, already losing her patience. “Just let Sam climb up, he’s a giant” Dean retorted.

This earned him another sideeye from his little brother. “Yeah, Sam’s six foot four but he weighs as much as a baby gorilla, he’ll break the damn chair! Now help me!” Y/N snapped at him, her irritation was steadily increasing. “You know. I’m right here, guys!” Sam huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. Dean sighed heavily before rolling his eyes begrudgingly, but he knew damn well he didn’t mind lifting her up.

Sam rolled his eyes at the two, walking over to Molly before running a hand through his hair as he crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes darting between the two of them, not bothering to get in the middle because Dean would’ve given her the boost either way, despite his protest.

Molly watched the bickering duo with curiosity, her brows furrowing at them. “Should we-” Molly started, putting up a finger, wondering if they should intervene. “Nah, give it a minute. They’ll figure it out.” Sam chuckled.

“God dammit” Dean muttered, his face twisting into a scowl as he positioned himself behind Y/N. In one swift movement, he wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her up with ease as if she weighed nothing.

her hands instantly clutched onto his shoulders for balance. He lifted her up with ease, “Hurry up and cut the damn thing” He grumbled.

She swallowed harshly as she felt his hands on her waist, almost completely forgetting what she was doing. It was as if time stood still, as if the only two people in the world were her and him.

Quickly snapping herself out of the daze, she raised the knife as a response and sliced through the rope, instantly, the remains came crumbling down as the skeleton crumpled to the ground. “Great. There. Happy now?” Dean muttered as he placed Y/N back onto the ground, his hands still lingering at her waist.

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Dean grunted heavily as he shoveled dirt onto Greeley’s wife’s corpse into the hole Sam and Y/N dug. “So if you manage to put Greeley to rest too…what happens to him?” Molly asked curiously, “Lady, that answer is way above our pay grade” Dean snorted as Y/N chuckled. “You hunt these things but you don’t know what happens to them?” Molly raised her brows.

“Well, they never come back, that’s all that matters” Dean shrugged, Molly’s frown deepened, “After they let go of whatever is keeping them here…they just go” Y/N answered sadly as Sam and Dean continued to shovel dirt into the hole. “We hope someplace better but we don’t know…no one does” Sam added with a sigh.

“What happens when you burn their bones?” Molly asked, the three shared a look at this before y/n cleared her throat, “Um…well, my dad used to say that it was like death for ghosts, you know? But…truth is, we still don’t know, not for sure” Y/N responded honestly, a frown on both her and Sam’s faces.

“I guess that’s why we all hold onto life so hard…even the dead. We’re all just scared of the unknown” Sam muttered as he and Dean shoveled dirt into the hole. “The only thing I’m scared of is losing David. I have to see him again” Molly stated sorrowfully, the trip paused at this, y/n’s heart sinking. Sam and Dean resumed back to shoveling, now almost done with filling up the hole.

“I have to,” Molly sobbed.

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They were now inside the house again, Molly was flipping through the photo album as Dean and Y/N sat by one of the old windows. Y/N and Sam’s eyes were trained on Molly, the guilt of not telling her the truth was eating them alive as Y/N took a drag from her cigarette.

“I think we should tell her about her husband,” Sam whispered to them after walking over. “We can’t” Dean stated firmly, “Dean, it’s cruel letting her pine for him like this” Y/N’s voice wavered as she handed Dean the cigarette. “We don’t like keeping her in the dark” Sam added.

“It’s for her own good” Dean grumbled before taking a drag, Y/N let out a heavy sigh as she ran her fingers through her hair with Sam mimicking her action. “Look, guys, I know you feel guilty, but let’s just stick to the plan. Lets get her out of here, then we’ll tell her” Dean stated firmly, streams of smoke leaving his nose as he spoke before crushing the burnt out bud on the dirty still.

“Tell me what?” Molly’s voice sounded behind them. Their heads snapped over to the direction of the doorway, both Dean and Y/N shooting up from their seats. “What aren’t you telling me?” None of them answered as tears welled up in Sam’s eyes. “It’s about David. You know what happened to him!” Molly gasped. “Molly-” Y/N started, “Y/N/N, don’t” Dean cut her off.

“Don’t what?!” Molly snapped as Sam and Y/N glared at Dean. “Don’t tell me because I’ll mess up your hunt?! You don’t care about me or my husband!” Molly growled at them all, stepping closer to them. The anger radiating off her was like a slap to the face to y/n, Sam and her shared a tearful look. “That’s not sure” Sam croaked.

“Really?” She scoffed, “Then whatever it is, tell me, please” Molly pleaded, her voice wavering. Before they could answer, the old radio in the living room began crackling, The Animals’ ‘House Of The Rising Sun’ began broadcasting on it, “He’s coming” Molly said fearfully as Sam shone his light in the direction.

“Stay with her” Dean instructed Sam and Y/N, walking towards the sound. “I’m coming with you” Y/N protested to which he shook his head. “Stay. with. her” He stated, Y/N shot daggers at him, “Don’t tell me what to do,” She snapped at him, standing her ground, pulling him by his hand towards the sound.

Y/N and Dean walked into the other room, their eyes scanning the area for any signs of a ghost,” Stay close” Dean muttered to her as he followed the sound of the music. They moved silently through the house, their steps light as they inched closer to the kitchen.

They stumbled upon the radio it was coming from, crouching down and then peeling back the old cloth to see the radio was not only not operating, but the plug was chewed up, most likely by rats. The two shared a terrified look as the chills rose again behind y/n’s neck, only the feeling of dread filled her body as the wind outside began escalating.

She gasped lowly, almost falling on her ass from the pressure on her chest as the glass door nearby began frosting over. “She’s mine” a dark voice whispered, as the words appeared on the glass. The sound of Molly screaming and glass shattering caused two to immediately snap out of their terrified daze.

“Guys! He’s got Molly!” Sam shouted, “Jesus Chri-“ Y/N growled, her heart leaping in her chest from the sound of Molly’s screaming, grabbing Dean’s hand and pulling him in the direction of the screaming. They made a beeline out of the house. All frantically searching for any sign of Molly or Greeley but they came up short.

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“This guy’s persistent” Dean growled as they searched the house, “We gotta find Molly” Sam said urgently, “We gotta find Greeley’s bones” Dean shot back, Y/N then snatched Dean’s hand, checking the time on his watch, “And uh, no pressure or anything fellas, but we got less than two hours before sunrise” Y/N stated.

Dean let out an exasperated curse in response to her statement, his hands on his hips. “Great. Just what we need” He grumbled, his eyes scanning the area. “We need to split up, we’ll cover more ground that way” He said firmly, “Fuck no, Fred Jones, that’s a recipe for disaster” Y/N protested.

“What else are we supposed to do?!” Dean snapped at her, his tone frustrated. “We got less than two hours to find both of them and burn his bones-” Dean defended but Y/N cut him off. “Yeah, I get it but splitting up is a horrible idea” Y/N retorted, raising her voice. “Shut up, both of you, for once!!!!” Sam bellowed, holding up the photo album, absolutely fed up with their persistent bickering.

Dean and Y/N quickly shut up, both looking in Sam’s direction with wide eyes, taken back by his outburst. “I think I know where Greeley might be” He said, “Where? What do you got?” Dean questioned, walking over towards him as Y/N did the same. “Uh…February 6, 1992. That was like two weeks before the accident, wasn’t it?” Dean muttered, reading off of what was written below the picture Sam was showing them.

“Yeah, I mean. It looks like the hunting cabin, but I- I’m sure there’s a tree right there, where they’re standing” Sam stated, y/n’s eyes snapped up to his, the two sharing a look of recognition. “Fuck, we should’ve thought of it” They scoffed in unison, shaking their heads at the fact that they didn’t realize it sooner,

“What?” Dean's brows furrowed in confusion. “It’s an old country custom, Dean. Planting a tree as a grave marker” Sam explained. Dean tilted his head a bit, “You two are like walking encyclopedias of weirdness” Dean scoffed, walking away.

“Can it, smart ass” Y/N retorted, following behind Dean. “Yeah, I know I’m weird” Sam sassed, closing the book roughly before following behind Y/N.

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Sam and Y/N were now hauling shovels and lighter fluid, the sounds of Molly screaming filled their ears as they made their way to the tree. They peered their heads to the side of the shed that was situated near the tree to see Molly, hanging from her wrists as Greeley tortured her.

“Go get Molly” Y/N instructed Dean, he nodded obediently, “Hey” Y/N stopped him. He halted, looking back at her with a weary expression. “Be safe” She said softly. He gave her a nod, a reassuring smile appearing. “Ditto” He replied, his voice just as soft before running into the shack as she and Sam went to work immediately on the grave near the tree.

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Dean shot Greeley straight in his head, causing Molly to yelp and Greeley to disapparate. “Oh, thank God” Molly breathed out with relief. “Yeah, call me Dean” He chuckled, offering her a cheeky smile. He didn’t realize that Greeley was now behind him again, a sickening smile on his face. Unfortunately, he couldn’t feel his spirit like y/n. The only thing helping him realize was Molly’s whimpers of fear.

Dean quickly turnt around, eyes wide as Greeley chuckled darkly. He flicked his fingers at Dean, causing a small lesion to appear on his jaw. Dean grunted in pain as Molly shook with fear, “This guys really pushing me off.” He growled, spinning around to shoot Greely again but with a wave of his hand, Greeley sent Dean flying into the wall.

His back hitting the wooden wall with a hard thud, the gun slipping from his grasp. Dean grunted in with pain as Molly gasped, his head spinning from the harsh hit.

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Meanwhile, Sam and Y/N were still both profusely digging up the dirt to Greeley’s grave. Y/N’s eyes widened and snapped over to Dean after hearing the loud thud and Molly’s gasp. her mind instantly jumped to the worst case scenario as panic rose in her chest.

"Dean!" She cried out with worry, holding back the urge of throwing the shovel to the side. She and Sam now focused on digging faster, they were so close to digging the bones up. “HURRY UP SAM AND Y/N!!” They heard Dean bellow from the house. Y/N’s heart dropped, hearing the pain in his voice.

It urged her to keep digging faster, finally getting to Greeley’s body. Sam quickly salted it as Y/N doused it with lighter fluid. She then struck a match, lighting the corpse aflame. From outside, they could hear Greeley’s spirit scream, the light of him being burnt and Molly’s screams echoed as they ran towards the shack.

The place was now lighter as they entered, the feeling of dread from Greeley’s spirit gone. As they entered, the two breathed a sigh of relief, their heart rate beginning to slow. Molly was shaking with fear but relieved that it was now over as Dean was leaning against one of the walls, holding his throbbing head.

Despite the fact that they were all in one piece and safe, Y/N’s heart still thumped hard in her chest, instantly running over to Dean as Sam helped Molly down. “Are you okay, sweetie?” Y/N asked as she reached him, instantly standing in front of him and grabbing his face to inspect the gash on his jaw.

His eyes met hers with a nod, “Yeah, I’m okay” He mumbled, wincing as her fingers grazed over his bruise. “You’re an awful liar” Y/N snorted, her fingers were gentle as she ran them along his face, tracing his jaw carefully. She had a soft expression on her face, her eyes examining his face with concern.

Dean’s eyes wandered over her face, her fingers brushing over his wound carefully, sending pleasant tingles through his body as he tried to push down the fact that her touch actually affected him.

“I’ll live” He grumbled, letting out a low grunt from the pressure of her fingers, his eyes still locked on her face. Her gaze flicked up to his, her eyes showing concern, a frown on her face. He was suddenly very painfully aware of how close they were to each other, her fingers still softly tracing his jaw slowly.

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They were all now trudging towards the Impala, Dean had his hand hooked around Y/N’s waist, limping to his car. Not that he needed the help, he just enjoyed having her cling to him after almost getting hurt despite a whole day of bickering. “Oh, baby, it’s been a long night” He muttered to the Impala as y/n unhooked her arm from his shoulder and he retracted his hand from her waist.

As soon as Y/N’s arm unhooked from his shoulder she missed the feeling of his body against hers, “You talking to me or the car?” She quipped jokingly, opening the back door to toss Dean’s duffel in as Sam and Molly approached behind them.

“Both” He quipped in response with a wink as Sam and Molly approached them, an amused snort came from Y/N’s snort in response, watching them approach. “Alright, let’s get you out of here” Sam told Molly in a solemn tone, opening the back door for her.

Sam and Y/N shared a sad look as Molly said, “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what happened to my husband” She said firmly, “Molly..” Y/N’s voice dropped. “All this time…I’ve been looking for him and you guys knew that. You knew that Greeley killed him, didn’t you?” Molly’s voice wavered with grief.

Sam and Y/N sighed heavily, “He’s dead” Molly croaked, “No, Molly…David’s alive” Sam assured her, y/n’s heart sank, knowing what they’re gonna show Molly is either gonna break her or give her peace. “What?” Molly gasped in disbelief. “You’re sure?” She asked hopefully, Sam and Y/N’s lips pressed into a tight sad smile, both nodding. “We’re sure, hun” Y/N assured her.

Molly smiled hopefully, and this made their hearts sink even more. “We’ll take you to him, come on” Sam ushered her into the car. Molly smiled before climbing in, Sam and Y/N shared a tearful look before Sam hopped in shotgun and y/n climbed in the back with Molly as Dean started the ignition.

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They finally made it to David’s house, “He’s in that house. Right there” Y/N pointed to the dimly lit, modern style house. “I don’t understand,” Molly's brows furrowed in confusion. “You will,” Sam croaked, looking down at his hands. They all then piled out of the Impala and made their way to the house. Molly smiled upon seeing her husband, well and alive through the window.

He was dressed in a robe, in the kitchen, but he was 15 years old, her smile dropped, “That’s not….it can’t be” She whispered in disbelief. A woman then approached David from behind, wrapping her hands around him before laying a kiss on his lips. Molly could feel her heart being ripped out. “What’s happening?” She muttered, turning to the trio.

“Who is that?!” She demanded, “That’s David’s wife” Y/N said sadly, tears welling up in her and Sam’s eyes as Dean sighed heavily. “”We’re sorry, Molly” Sam said sympathetically. “Fifteen years ago, you and your husband hit Jonah Greeley with your car. David survived…” Sam began explaining, swallowing a lump in his throat.

“What are you saying?” Molly sobbed, stepping closer to Y/N, grabbing her arm. Y/N gasped, the feeling of Molly’s grief, anger, sadness, everything. It filled her body, “We’re saying that there isn’t just one spirit haunting Highway 41. There are two. Jonah Greeley, and you” Dean added, biting his lip. “For the past 15 years, one night a year, you’ve been appearing on that highway.” Y/N stated but Molly cut her off.

“No, that’s not possible” Molly gritted her teeth, her grasp on Y/N’s arms tightening. Y/N groaned, “It was our anniversary, February 22nd-” Molly said, “1992” Sam finished for her, “Yes” Molly nodded, “Molly, sweetie…. It’s 2007” Y/N said apologetically.

Molly’s heart dropped even more, it was a look Y/N had never seen on anyone's face before. She’d felt grief many times, but this was heartbreak in its purest form. “Oh God…” She gasped, tears now falling from her eyes. Y/N nodded, “I’m so sorry. I can sense your anger, grief, and sadness. It’s strong, Molly.” She said sadly, her heart breaking as she saw Molly’s realization.

Tears streamed down Molly’s face as she began to sob. Y/N couldn’t help but feel awful. She tried her best to block out the rush of emotions coming from her but it was nearly impossible.

•Flashback earlier that night

“Alright, tell me about Highway 41” Dean said to Sam as they drove down Highway 41, “Twelve accidents over 15 years. Five of them fatal, all happening on the same night” Sam piped up from the backseat as Y/N fiddled with the radio deck. “So, what are we looking at? Interstate dead zone? Phantom hitchhiker? What?” Dean asked.

“Not quite, year after year, witnesses said the same thing made them crash. A woman appearing in the middle of the road, being chased by a man covered in blood” Y/N explained, Led Zeppelin’s ‘When The Levee Breaks’ coming on over the radio, they all begin bobbing their heads to the music. “Two spooks?” Dean questioned with a raise of his eyebrow.

Y/N shrugged as Sam did a quick ‘I don’t know’ frown.

•Flashback a couple days

The trio was at a library, Sam was behind a computer as Dean and Y/N stood behind him, both munching on candy bars as he scanned the article of ‘Tragic Accident Kills 2 on Highway 41’ with Molly and Greeley’s pictures.

•Flashback to that same day at the library

“Now, where is Molly buried?” Y/N asked David, they were at his house, finding out about the case. “She-she wasn’t buried anywhere. She was cremated” David informed them tearfully.

-

Now walking out the house, the trip was stumped. “Well, so much for burning her,” Dean scoffed. “Yeah, but then what’s keeping her here?” Sam thought out loud.

-

“Some spirits only see what they want” Y/N said.

-

Back to when they stumbled upon Molly on the highway, they were all bobbing their heads to the music when Y/N felt the chills raise at the back of her neck. Her heartbeat quickened when she saw the figure of a woman running out of the woods telling. “Stop! Stop!”

“CHARMING STOP!!” She screamed, Dean immediately hit the brakes as Sam jumped back into his seat. “You’ve gotta help me!!” Molly’s flickering spirit pleaded with them, but she was in full form to y/n. “Dean, I don’t think she knows she’s dead” Sam gasped, his heart pounding out of his chest as Molly rushed over to the window.

“Please, please!” Molly banged on the window as Y/N rolled it down reluctantly. “Alright, alright, hun. Calm down, calm down. Tell us what happened” She said gently, shooting a sideways look to the boys.

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“Fellas, we gotta get outta here. Greeley could show up at any second. He’s already in the area. I’m telling you” Y/N whispered to the Winchesters. “What're you gonna tell her?” Dean muttered back. “The truth” Sam shot back, Dean rolled his eyes at his brother. “She’s gonna take off running in the other direction.” Dean quipped at the two, earning side eyes from them again.

-

“Some spirits hold on too tight. Can’t let go” Sam said to Molly.

-

•Present Time

All of the hints Sam and Y/N dropped came rushing back to Molly’s memory, “And Greeley?” She croaked as they stared at her, their eyes filled with sympathy. “Each year he punishes somebody for his death. Uh…chasing them…torturing them…” Sam trailed off, his eyes darting to Y/N because he was beginning to get overwhelmed.

“And each year….that somebody is you” Y/N finished. “But I don’t remember any of it” Molly sobbed, “Because you couldn’t see the truth, Molly” Sam’s voice wavered, “So that’s why he won’t….let me off the highway…because I-….I killed him” Molly finally said it out loud, “I killed us both” She sobbed.

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Sun was beginning to rise and Molly was sitting on the steps to David’s porch, “Why didn’t you tell me when you first saw me? Why wait until now?” She asked them as they stood in front of her. “You wouldn’t have believed us” Dean sighed, “And you needed me for bait?” Her voice cracked as she turned to y/n, betrayal swimming in her eyes.

“Well, we needed you” Y/N’s voice was filled with shame. “David..” Molly gasped, “Molly, we brought you here so you can move on” Sam stated, “No, I have to tell him…” Molly insisted. “Tell him what? That you love him? That you’re sorry?” Y/N’s eyes pierced Molly’s tear filled ones.

“Honey, he already knows that” Y/N chuckled softly, offering Molly a small smile. “Look, if you wanna go in there, we’re not gonna stop you.” Sam sighed, “Yeah, but you are gonna freak him right out…for life” Dean muttered, Molly’s weak sobs increased, all their hearts yearned for hearts.

“David’s already said his goodbyes, Molly. Now it’s your turn” Y/N frowned, “This is your unfinished business” Sam added, his frown deepening. “What am I supposed to do?” Molly cried, “Just….let go…of David, of everything. You do that…we think you’ll move on.” Y/N explained in a low tone.

“But you don’t know where” Molly sniffled. “No” Sam sighed, his head dropping. “But Molly, you don’t belong here. Haven’t you suffered long enough? It’s time” He added, encouraging her gently. “It’s time to go” Y/N offered Molly her hand for one last time.

They watched with tears in their eyes as Molly stood up, taking a deep breath. “Okay…” She said shakily, taking Y/N’s hand. “Are you ready?” Y/N asked gently, “Yeah” Molly nodded, her voice cracking. Sam and Dean exchanged a sad look.

Y/N guided her to the street, the sun was beginning to fully rise. Molly’s spirit began to a glow bright ball of yellow before she tired to Y/N. Y/N wrapped her arms around Molly, she felt like she was hugging the sun. “Go on, it’ll be okay” She muttered as she felt the burning sensation of light.

Y/N’s eyes widened with slight shock as she suddenly felt a rush of peace and happiness, she pulled away from Molly. “It’s okay…” She said softly, a tiny smile on her face. Molly gave her hand one last tight squeeze before her spirit disapparated into a yellow ball of light again.

Y/N watched as the beautiful ball of yellow floated into the sunrise, her eyes filling with tears. “Oh, wow..” She muttered under her breath, turning to look at Sam and Dean, tears swimming in the younger Winchesters eyes. It took everything in y/n not to break down there and then, being a psychic had its pros but one of the con’s definitely had to be the intense empathy they felt.

“I guess she wasn’t so bad for a ghost” Dean sighed as Sam and Y/N swallowed hard. Y/N wrapped an arm around her best friends waist comfortingly, leaning her head on his shoulder. “You think she’s going to a better place?” Dean questioned, a frown on his face as he wondered where spirits really go after death.

Sam hummed, wrapping his long arm around her shoulder, resting his own head on hers. “I hope so,” He croaked, his eyes trained on the sunrise. “I guess we’ll never know, not until we take the plunge ourselves, huh?” Dean muttered, attempting to ease the situation with a bit of humor. “It doesn’t really matter, charming. Hope is kind of the whole point” Y/N sighed, turning to him.

She then wrapped her arm around his shoulder, a ghost of a smile on Dean’s lips. “Alright, Haley Joel and J. Love Heweitt. Let's hit the road” He chuckled, wrapping his arm around Y/N’s waist and then patting Sam on his back after.

They all piled into the Impala, Sam into the passenger seat and Y/N in the backseat. Y/N leaned against the window as Dean turned up the radio again, Led Zeppelin once more sounding the car. Dean’s eyes landed on Y/N through the rear view mirror, her eyes trained out the window, her fingers tapping to the beat of the music.

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San Francisco, California

The trio were now at Y/N’s San Francisco safehouse, Y/N and Dean were downstairs watching ‘The Princess Bride’ after she forced Dean to watch it with him, not that it took a lot of convincing because as much as he didn’t want to admit it, Dean Winchester was a sucker for ‘chick flicks’, especially classics like this.

Sam was upstairs in his own room, his finger, once again, hovering over Jo’s contact. After the hunt, all he wanted to do was hear her voice. But he didn’t know if she was busy, he didn't want to push, he didn’t want to make it seem like just after one kiss that he’s hogging her for affection. It had only been a little over a week since they kissed.

He then let out a huge sigh and dialed her number. His heart was hammering against his chest as it rang, She’s prob-. His thoughts were cut off once he heard a sleepy voice on the other end. “Hello?” She yawned. “Hey angel, I’m sorry…did I wake you?” His heart fluttered as his hand gripped the phone a bit tighter, feeling terrible for disrupting her sleep.

“It’s okay” She giggled, causing even more butterflies to erupt in his stomach, “What are you doing up so late, Mr. Winchester?” She teased. “I don’t really know. I just sorta wanted to hear your voice” He said sheepishly, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. “And...Y/N is making Dean watch ‘The Princess Bride’ with her…again” He said, a smile on his face when he heard her soft laugh.

“Are you sitting with them, or are you hiding in your room?” She asked, stifling a giggle. “Don’t make fun of me, Ms. Harvelle” He smirked, rolling his eyes at her. “But, yes, I am currently sitting in my room” He chuckled, flopping down on his bed.

“Is everything okay, Sammy?” Jo’s concerned voice echoed through the phone. “Yeah, we just closed a case” He sighed, “It just…” He paused, taking a deep breath, “It was a hard one” Sam ran a hand through his hair. “Do you wanna talk about it?” Her voice was soft like silk on his heart.

“That’d be nice, but I just wanna talk to you right now” Sam smiled, her ability to calm him was incredible. And they did just that, the duo talked for hours, about the most random things. Anything that came to mind, they chatted and chatted until Sam finally let out a tired yawn.

“You should get some sleep, handsome” Jo teased, smiling to herself when she heard his light yawn. He chuckled, shifting his body slightly under the covers. “I don’t wanna stop talking to you though” He pouted like a little kid. She huffed a laugh, her heart fluttering a bit at the thought of the tall, broad shouldered hunter pouting.

“We’ll talk soon, Sammy. Just get your rest, okay?” She said softly. “I miss you” He whispered in a low, gruff tone, his heart yearning for her to be right next to him. He heard her soft breath hitch for a second before she let out a shaky sigh, “I miss you too, Sam.” She whispered back.

“When can I see you again?” He questioned, his heart fluttering at the fact that he wasn’t the only one feeling the way he did. He’d much rather ask her, ‘Can I be your boyfriend?’ but truth be told, he didn’t have the balls to ask it. Not knowing if she’d be open to a relationship with anyone right now, he had no idea where they stood and neither did she.

“Soon, hopefully” Jo sighed softly before her tone seemed to light up a bit “Maybe you guys could drive by the bar and stop for a few days?” Sam’s face erupted into a wide smile at her suggestion. “That’d be so great” He mumbled, biting his lower lip as he looked up at the ceiling in his bedroom.

“You sound excited, Winchester,” She chuckled. “You’re not just excited for the beer, are you?” She teased. “That’s more like Dean and Y/N than me,” Sam joked. She hummed, a smile on her lips, “Goodnight, Sammy” She said softly. “Goodnight, angel” He breathed, feeling slightly breathless like someone was sitting on his chest, a good kind of breathless.

He heard her giggle before she hung up, leaving him with a huge smile on his face. He felt his eyes getting heavy as he set his cell phone on the nightstand, his eyelids slowly shutting, drifting off into a peaceful sleep as he thought of her.

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Author's Note: HI BEAUTIES! I hope everyone enjoyed this one🥰It was more Sam and Jo centric because they’ve been living in my mind RENT FREE😩

I love Dean and Y/N so much but JESUS CHRIST I WANNA PUMMEL THEM!!

Anyways😭hope everyone enjoyed once again, don’t be shy to tell me what you loved and what you hated! Till the next one😘

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Courage

paige bueckers x reader

fluff

prompts:

childhood friends to lovers

taking care of a drunk paige

“with her hand around my waist and all the music and lights, mannn i don’t even know where i am, but one thing i do know is that i will dance on her until i can’t move for the night” i heard the woman say as she came near my table to sip on her drink after her and paige were basically grinding on the dance floor. the place was so crowded and truthfully i don’t know if it was the alcohol or if i was just extremely jealous that paige, the paige i have had feelings for for years is letting another girl dance on her as i am sat watching the scene.

after some time of their dirty dancing and dreading eye fucking, paige came to the team table. she was messily walking over us and oof was that girl wasted, i can’t believe she got this bad “ hey can you give me another dirty shirley temple ” she told ice with a small grin in her face that made it so obvious the state she was is. that was our queue to leave, everyone in the team was tired of dancing and occasionally drinking. i myself only had some tequila lemonade so i wasn’t really tipsy or anything but some of these girls were going to need so lots of coffee and good aspirin in the morning

inês was the most stable of them all, she wasnt much of a drinker and went for light beverages. we had called an uber for some of the girls while other came in their own cars, after sending a couple of girls in each ride, aaliyah decided she would be driving. even tho it was paige’s car, she was in no state to drive it, so it went, inês, paige and i along with aaliyah in the car. me and paige went on the backseat i

as i was taking care of her just to make sure she didn’t puke in the car or do dumb shit. aaliyah turned her playlist up making this quite a party since everybody was screaming the lyrics. as some quieter songs came on paige started laughing silently, making me a bit annoyed since she was extremely talkative and touchy when she was drunk. she was constantly poking your face and laughing, i hate this part because it’s when all her hidden thruths come to light and you just never know if it is good or bad.

one time sophomore year you had taken her home after a big game win, the party was crazy, everyone cheered for her, at that point she was the party. but she’s a bit of a light weight so we constantly had to take care of her after her “fun nights”. you were laying her down in bed making sure she was cozy in her bed with enough heat and comfort from her blanket.

she was silently staring at you, once u got near to tell her good night and light off she started talking a lot. things you thought were nonsense since she was drunk, she had said that you had the most beautiful smile in the whole wide world as well along that you had the fattest ass in campus, you definitely laughed at the last one as it was unexpected but these little drunken words meant a lot to you specially since she had been your best friend since junior year of highschool and these drunken words have happened all these years . and this just went along, you never could get rid of that stupid crush you had on her in highschool which after some years turned into big feelings.

in the car paige was getting more confidence then usual, she started by slightly placing her hand on ur knee and after some time while everyone was still singing along, you feel as her hand was going further up into ur thighs, she was rubbing them at this point. she tried to get a little close to not only ur thigh but also down there. u panicked and quickly moved ur hand on top of hers moving it back up to your knee, you turned to look at her and all you could see in the minimum light of the night, were those beautiful blue eyes that made you squirm and go crazy at the tiniest contact, you saw that upturned nose that was ever so perfect and that smile that made you go crazy. finally realizing you were going to keep on suffering quietly if you never made a move.

morning comes and as extremely anxious as you are, you walked up to paige’s dorm with a coffee in hand to help her hangover after lasts night event. you knocked as kk opened up the door letting you in “girll who that coffee for? you better have 4 others in the car cause we surely need them” she said, making me laugh. i walked towards paige’s room opening the door seeing a quiet paige looking like life needs to be contemplated, she clearly had just woken up not many minutes ago, but damn she still managed d to look cute, even with a hangover.

“goodmorning p” you smiled handing her the coffee as her pearly teeth flashed a smile as she saw you “goodmorning love” that’s a new nickname… “so what’s are the plans for today? geno said practice is up until 5 so we got the whole morning” i said trying to wake her up “i think i might just stay in bed enjoying this beautiful coffee that the best person in the world just brought me” she said hoping everyone could hear her so they wouldn’t bug her “oh, well, can i stay with you for a bit?” “ yeah of course, i’m watching the new mario bros movie, so when i go back home i can make sure drew and i can talk about something he likes” it made me melt, i love how much love she had for her brother.

some hours later she fell asleep ,paige was resting in my chest as i tried to move as less as i could so i didn’t wake her up, but as it hit 2pm, amari came and yelled at her to get up. she groaned and tossed around the bed like a little girl making me laugh, she was just too adorable. yet it was time for me to tell her how i felt and if i didn’t do it now it would never happen.

still in her room i said with courage “hey paige” “yup” “ i need to confess to you that for a while i have had feelings towards you, i feel attracted by you as well as extremely grateful towards you, you have done so much for me and for that exact reason i am scared to tell, because i have no expectation on your reaction and i’m sorry if it makes it awkward between us but-“ as just like a cliché moment, the girl i died for since highschool was kissing me. it was a sweet and short kiss, i could sense a smile from both sides after we separated our foreheads from eachother. “god you don’t know how in love with i am do you? i’ve been dying to do they for years” she said in the breathiest voice, i just needed more. i kissed her again, i pushed her down on the bed as she took my waist ,pulling me closer to her so she could feel all of me. i was starting to go down to her neck but got scared as amari banged on the door again, making me separate from paige and making us get up. since that day and on i take courage in all of my decisions, knowing the consequences are fully mine, yet i’m ready to challenge them all. just for her.

thank you if you took the time to read this!! i hope you enjoyed it!!

this is slightly pazzi coded btw

[overstimulateddump]

LIPS*CHRIS STURNIOLO*

summery: after a night of drinking and fun with Nick, y/n finds herself in a foreign situation of Chris’ bedroom. her mind not being able to shake the thought of her friends lips on her.

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“time to go” Nick laughs yelling over the music, and beckoning you to follow. you had now spilt your 3rd full drink from flailing your animated hands around and batting your lashes while talking to the cute guy in front of you. you shoot Nick a daggering look of warning as he pulls you by the elbow and away from the tattooed, arrogant man.

“rude” you snort to your best friend “he was hot.”

“and you’re covered in tequila shorty” you both giggle looking down at your dress. you were in fact drenched down the front. embarrassing. “should i call Matt to come get us?” you wrap your hand around Nick’s leading him through the crowd of the roaring party around you. “yes, he’ll ignore my call” he replies waving goodbye to the girls that bought you all shots earlier in the evening.

swaying in the hotel lobby, you dig for your phone in your purse and facetime Matt. he picks up wearing a headset while sitting at his desk. “you all want me to come get you don’t yo-“ “MATT!!” Nick screams into the phone. “you’re so cute matty bear” he slurs grabbing it from your hands and kissing the screen at his younger brother. “hold on i’ll be there in 20 minutes” Matt rolls his eyes before hanging up. “he’s gonna kill us” you cover the smile on your lips, snickering.

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“we’re home” Matt taps your shoulder, you dozing off leaned against the passenger side window. “get your drunk ass up!” he shouts, smacking Nick in the backseat.

stumbling into the foyer, you struggle to take off your shoes. Nick follows behind you, bumping into the wall swearing. “shhh” Matt warns the both of you, locking the front door. “don’t worry i’m awake” Chris saunters out of his room, holding out a hand for you balance on while you fumble with the laces of your sneakers. “jesus Nick, how much did you have to drink?” he questions his starry eyed brother that’s leaning against Matt. “we met the cutest nicest girls, and they bought us shots and then y/n was eye fucking this really hot guy and sh-“ he stops as he falls backward, Matt catching him before he hits the ground. Chris switches his gaze to you, his head tilting to the side waiting on a rebuttal. you shrug your shoulders, yawning. brushing past Chris, you drag your feet down the hall to his room. “bed. sleep. tired.” you whisper to yourself. Chris watches you with a confused expression considering you always sleep with Nick, then pans back to Matt who is now practically carrying Nick up the stairs. “i got this fuck head, looks like you got that one.” he shakes his head, shoving Nick forward. Chris runs his fingers through his hair and down his face releasing a sigh as he follows you into his bedroom.

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you let out a pitiful groan as you reach for the duvet that’s bunched at the bottom of the bed. Chris grabs your wrist, lightly squeezing as he locks his eyes into yours “absolutely not, you reek of alcohol hold on.” you furrow your brows at his irises that are boring into you. never really taking notice at the flecks of gold in them. he chuckles as he detaches his fingers leaving the empty space on your wrist now colder. you follow him with your eyes as he makes his way to his dresser. his grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, leaving his red boxers peaking out the waistband. you just noticed he isn’t wearing a shirt, and his slightly damp hair is messily drooping above his eyelids. is it the alcohol or is Chris kinda… “here” he tosses you a sweatshirt and boxers, pulling you from your thoughts. you suddenly feel strange sitting criss cross in his bed, staring up at him through heavy, hooded eyes. you’ve never slept in Chris’ bed with him before. what are you doing. “thanks” you say quietly, taking the items from him with a soft smile. you make your way to his bathroom, shutting the door and push your back against it. what are you doing?

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“better?” you playfully ask, shutting off the bathroom light and dragging yourself back to the bed. Chris is now lying down on the right side, his left arm tucked behind his head as he carefully watches you slip underneath the sheets. “much” he replies, his lips twitching upward as he shifts a little to give you space. he flips over on his side to meet your stare, his eyebrows lifting “and you’re sleeping in here why?” a careful question. his tone wasn’t aggravated, just laced with curiosity. “closest” is all you say, shrugging in a way to stay nonchalant. “hmm” he nods, but doesn’t roll back over. honestly, you didn’t think about it before wandering into the low lit room down the hall. the two flights of stairs up to Nick’s room were too daunting at the time. you are now feeling that the trek would’ve been easier than the feeling of his eyes racking over you entirely.

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“so who was this guy you were eye fucking?” Chris breaks the silence after a few minutes. looking away from the ceiling, you meet his gaze attempting to read his expression. his eyes have grown darker, harsher since you last looked at them moments ago. “no idea, i don’t even think i got his name.” you give a smug smile. Chris clears his throat, adjusting his position to face you once again. “so you just flirt with random dudes while you’re out?” his voice more gruff and taunting. you start to think maybe he’s jealous, but remember who you are lying next to.. it’s Chris.. your friend.. your shirtless friend..whose bed you are currently in. “i don’t flirt” you retort. his tongue slips slightly through his lips, swiping across as he squints his eyes at you. “yes.. you do.” he says flatly. you can’t help but watch the way his mouth is curling up at his words. the swollen pink shade of his lips. thinking about them between your teeth, more swollen from your nibbles. you’re snapped out of it by a deep and cocky chuckle. your eyes darting back to his eyes and away from those sinful lips. your thoughts are the ones that are sinful, an ache growing deep in your stomach.

“something on your mind?” he’s teasing now. your thoughts practically screaming out, begging. the arrogance of his question. you’ve never seen him act that way toward you. maybe it was the tequila still fogging your mind. you don’t feel as if you’re still drunk, buzzed maybe.. buzzed. his tongue now sucks on his top teeth, waiting for a response. mustering up one has become difficult considering that mouth of his has now got your attention again. imagining that mouth saying dirty dirty things in your ear. that mouth slipping between your thighs, kissing, sucki- “y/n?” somehow his face has gotten so much closer, his hand reaching up to rest on your hip, tugging slightly. fingertips digging in. “hmm?” you practically moan at the action of it. “looking at me like that is driving me crazy” his voice now a whisper as he inches closer. you feel like you’re on fire. this is very very different territory for the two of you, but for some reason neither of you wants to retreat. you look down to his thumb drawing slow circles across your hip bone. how large his hand looks on your body. indenting the skin and leaving a trail of red hot flame. your breath hitches as the mattress groans from him pulling you to his heaving chest. lips now an inch apart. his eyes are now so dark, searching yours for any sign of discomfort.

the heat that has now grown between your legs is utterly unbearable. his hand in motion, traveling up your sides and toying with the hem of his sweatshirt that he gave you. now only wanting it off and on the floor. you can feel him prodding at you through his sweatpants, rushing you with confidence knowing that he is just as affected. his hand makes it to your throat then snakes around the back of your neck, squeezing and tugging gently at your hair. “Chris-“ is all you can muster as your head falls back into his touch and your teeth catching your bottom lip, a whimper escaping. and that’s when he moves, his hot breath hitting your exposed neck. wicked lips grazing your bubbled skin. “just ask me next time you’re thinking about my tongue licking you up and down, and i’ll be more than happy to give you what you need.” your squeal the only sound as he finally attaches those lips to you’re now fully ignited skin.

[gavisfanta]

ADDICTED - FERMIN

summary: you and fermin are going to a club with some friends, but you cant wait to have some private time...

a/n: okay i cant not update so have this, this was scheduled for October but i need to feed my children somehow.

warnings: smut, vaping

"Clubbing? Outside?" You ask as your jaw dropped. Fermin nodded his head. "At 5pm?" You asked again.

"Yes Hermosa, that's what I've just told you." He smiled at how shocked you were.

Besides from the fact that Fermin and Gavi had more vacation than the other Barça players because they were on international duties, they were pretty relaxed.

"How is that gonna work?" you ask again, still unable to believe what Fermin is yapping about.

"At first there is a concert, well not concert but someone is gonna sing, then theres music and we can enjoy ourselves. Gavi and Javi will also be there." Fermin tried to convince you.

He wanted you to come along because he hasn't done anything with you and Gavi together in a while.

For Fermin, being with his two favourite people on this whole earth was the thing that could make him the happiest.

So after a lot of convincing you agreed to go with Fermin.

Just 3 hours later you were standing there, in a black dress which showed some cleavage but not too much.

While you were admiring yourself in the mirror Fermin walked up to you from behind.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and then buried his head in the crook of your neck.

"You look beautiful." He whispered against your skin, you felt his hot breath on your neck and you couldn't help but smile.

"Thank you." He turned you around by your waist and then pulled you in for a deep kiss.

After just a few seconds you pulled away and then walked away. "Where are you going?" He asked, following behind you, he couldn't help but stare at your ass as you walked into the hallway.

You put on shoes and then turned wround to look at him, "Are we going or not?" You asked and he looked at his watch.

"Oh right." he said and also put on his shoes. Before you left the house Fermin walked over to the livingroom and quickly grabbed something.

Tou gave him a questioning look as he held up his vape. "Fuck I forgot that mine is empty." You mumbled and he shrugged his shoulders.

You looked around, Gavi said that he'd pick you two up with his car, but he's nowhere to be seen yet.

"You can use mine, it has enough liquid left." He said and brought it up to his lips. He inhaled the smoke and then blew it into the air.

"You're so hot when you vape." You noticed as you were staring at him with a huge smile.

Fermin turned his head to face you, a smirk making its way onto his face.

"Yeah?" He asked and you then saw Gavi's car pull up. You quickly nodded your head and made your way over to Gavi's car.

"Ayy, Ferminho y Y/n" Gavi smiled as you two sat into the backseat and buckled up.

"Gavito" You smiled and dabbed him up. He then turned to the steering wheel again.

"So you managed to convince her Hermano?" Gavi looked at Pedri in the review mirror. Fermin laughed for a second.

"Took a while but yeah"

"I couldn't manage to convince Maria." Javi added and you could see Gavi smile already.

"So just the usual?" Javi smaked Gavis arms as soon as he said that. "That's so not true you know. She just didn't want to come since we didn't know that Y/n will be coming or not." Javi turned around in his seat to face you. Your lips immediately curled up into a smile. Maria is Javis girlfriend and she's one of the sweetest girls you have ever met.

Her and Javis personalities matched perfectly since Javi was probably the most well behaved out of the whole friendgroup.

He didn't smoke, he didn't drink, the only thing on his mind were Maria, his friends and school.

Of course he stuck around when you guys went out partying, just to be there for Maria and you guys. He was usually the driver and the one who took care of the drunk one.

"Ay don't you dare smoke in my car!" Gavi yelled while he kept his gaze at Fermin through the review mirror. You looked at your boyfriend who lifted up his hands in defense.

"My vape is in my pocket, chill." Gavi looked at the road again and Javi laughed a little.

"You two mean pure trouble." Javi laughed and Gavi couldn't help but smile a bit at his comment.

After you have arrived, Gavi parked down the car and you received some special passes for VIP.

You then went to a bigger tent where all the food and drinks were sold and Fermin bought you a gin tonic.

"Thank you" You smiled as you pecked his lips after tasting the bitter alcohol run down your throat.

"No worries, just tell me whenever you need the vape." Fermin grabbed into his pocket and then brought the grape flavoured vape up to his mouth. Seconds later he inhaled the smoke and then let it out, a faintly visible strain of smoke left his mouth and you shook your head.

"Don't inhale too much, you know that'll ruin your lungs." You mumbled and he nodded his head while putting the vape against his mouth again.

"Ay you two lovebirds." Gavi and Javi waked back to you, each with a drink in their hand.

"How's it going?" Gavi asked and took a sip of his drink, you couldn't exactly make up what it was but you were leaning towards Coke.

"It's going good" Fermin smiled a little at Gavi and you grabbed his hand in which he held the vape. You grabbed it and then brought it up to your lips.

"You two are insane, why do you smoke that shit?" Gavi pointed at you, Fermin shrugged his shoulders and then turned to look at you.

"As long as we're not addicted." He mumbled and Gavi just raised his eyebrows while giving Fermin a side eye. you laughed a little bit just as you exhaled the smoke.

The next few hours went by and the vibe was even better. People were dancing along to the loud music blasting through the speakers.

Hkwever around 2 am everything started to calm down again and Fermin and you decided on going home.

You both were pretty sober already because you didn't drink too much.

"Gavi, we're going home" Fermin let the young Sevillano know and Gavi nodded his head while giving you two a thumbs up.

You quickly called a Taxi which arrived in about 5 minutes. Then after the two of you areived home, Fermin paid the driver and then you guys went inside his house.

"You wanna watch a movie?" Fermin asked you while you two went up the stairs. His hand was holding yours while you carried the vape in your other hand.

"Mhm," You mumbled as you put the plastic between your lips and pulled the smoke into your mouth.

After the both of you got changed and got into bed you had just made yourself comfortable. "Pass me the smoke." You mumbled, pointing at the bedside table where Fermins vape was.

So Fermin did, he passed you the vape and you pulled the smoke into your mouth a couole of times before you got an idea. Whike your boyfriend was still focusing on the movie your hands slowly made their ways to his lower abdomen. You then sst up next to him and kept eye contact while you pulled off his pants and boxershorts slowly.

He just watched you, his hands behind his back as you sat down on his knees.

"Just ask already if you can suck my dick." Fermin looked at you sitting on his knees with that small grin and the vape still in your hand.

"Can I suck your dick Fermin?" You asked and he groaned.

"Yeah, fuck you sound so hot." He swore under his breath and you looked at his still softish dick.

"Good." You leaned forward and took his tip into your mouth. You began sucking on it, licking around its base and putting in more into your mouth until his dick was standing up, covered in precum and your spit.

Then you took more into your mouth and started to move your hand up and down fkr the part that wouldn't fit into your mouth.

"Yeah, just like that." Fermin threw his head back and suddenly you pulled away. As your boyfriend looked down at you, he saw you exhaling the vape onto his dick before you took him into your mouth again.

"You're so good to me." He groaned as you started to swirl your tongue around his tip again and pumping his cock with your other free hand.

It only took a couple more minutes until you felt Fermins cock twitch inside your mouth and then his warm load shoot into the back of your throat.

He was out of breath and his shiny chest rising up and down while you stood up infront of the bed and pulled at the vape.

Fermin looked at you take off your clothes after you released the smoke into the air.

You could feel his erection against the back of your ass since you were sitting on his lower stomach.

You brought the vape up to your mouth again, you inhaled the smoke and then leaned down to Fermins mouth. He sucked the smoke inside his mouth and you began to slowly slide down on him. You clenched around him while moaning loudly, Fermin gripped your hisp tightly as he forced you to slide down faster.

"Fermin" You moaned as you began to slowly bounce up and down on him, he grabbed your tits as he rolled his hips into the direction of your hips against his.

As he started to notice that you didn't have any energy anymore and that you were too tired, he turned the two of you around so that you were now below him.

"I was waiting the whole time for this." He confessed while leaving sloppy kisses along your collar bone, his dick burried deep inside of you.

With a sudden movement, he began to thrust into you, he had a fast pace, hips slamming against yours forcefully while his balls kept hitting against your core.

It didn't take long for you to come, you clenched around him hard, loud moans and screams escaped your lips, Fermin placed his forehead on your chest while he pulled out of you and finished on your stomach. While looking up at you, he gave you a kiss on the lips and then fell into the bed next to you.

"This was amazing."

"It so was."

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SUMMARY: in which Miya runs into a creep at a party & Von comes to her rescue. ✨

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"𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥: 𝗪𝗘 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗚𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗔' 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗬 𝗧𝗢𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧, 𝗔𝗟𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧?" Miya's friend Imani asked, looking between the three girls in the car, as Miya sat in the passenger seat adjusting in her half-up half-down ginger locs and silently nodded her head while Kierra and Breanna vocally agreed, making Miya chuckle softly under her breath because she knew that none of them would end up staying together that night.

honestly, Miya wasn't a party person, so she didn't even know why she was going with her friends to a house party, but peer pressure was a motherfucker. at each party they've been to, the group would always end up splitting up and Miya would be left with one of her friends while the other two wandered off and couldn't be found until 30 minutes to an hour later, which was no longer a surprise to the light-skinned girl.

almost all of her friends would end up either tipsy or drunk, and she'd be the only one sober, which meant she'd have to take on a parental role to keep all of her friends safe from the creeps that attend parties for the wrong reasons. sometimes she didn't mind it, but other times it was annoying having to take care of three grown-ass women like she was their mother. however, as long as they were safe and sound, she couldn't necessarily complain like she wanted to.

Miya wore a brown, mid-thigh-length, spaghetti-strap dress, Imani wore a mid-thigh-length turquoise tube dress, Kierra wore a mid-thigh-length red backless dress that had strings that were tied around her neck, and Breanna wore a yellow two-piece that consisted of a crop-top and a mini skirt. each of them had a different style than the other, and it was evident in their outfits and hairstyles because none of them looked identical.

"if it ain't no fine niggas at this party, 'Mani, we gon' fight," Kierra threatened, raising a brow, as she crossed her arms and Imani chuckled while parking her car on the curb near the house, "i'an get all dressed up for some weak ass niggas, girl."

"you think i'ma bring you to a party where it ain't no fine niggas at? you think of me that lowly?" Imani pouted, resting her hand on her heart, "i'm hurt."

"you did it like twice before, 'Mani, ain't nobody forgot about that." Breanna laughed as Miya and Kierra laughed with her and Imani playfully rolled her eyes.

"playas' fuck up, a'ight?" Imani laughed, tucking her black tresses behind her ear, as she picked up her phone and checked her lips to make sure they were still glossy, "but i got the drop that it's gon' be some fineeee niggas in here from Von, and i basically had to beg him 'cause he talkin' 'bout some "i'on fuck wit' that gay shit, lil' folks." like, nigga, just tell me if it's  gon' be some good-lookin' niggas there or not!"

"you shoulda' knew his ass was gon' say some shit like that." Miya laughed, shaking her head, as the two girls in the backseat laughed with her and Imani playfully smacked her lips.

none of Imani's friends had actually met Von, they just listened to the stories she would tell about their interactions. but judging by her getting the drop that it'd be some fine niggas at the party, they all assumed he'd be there also.

the problem is... none of her friends even knew what he looked like, so they wouldn't even be able to introduce themselves to him if they "saw" him unless he spoke first.

"you right," Imani laughed, taking the keys out of the ignition and handing them to Miya to put in her purse since she didn't bring one, as she opened her car door and got out, "time to go nigga-searchin'!"

"shitttt, you got that right!" Kierra laughed, opening the back door and hopping out, her brown ass-length boho braids moving with her quick movements while she pulled her dress down and shut the door behind her before following behind Imani.

Miya and Breanna got out in sync, Breanna's honey-blonde low ponytail swaying back and forth as she got out. the two shut their doors and Miya let out a chuckle as she locked the car doors and put Imani's keys in her purse before zipping it up and adjusting the strap on her shoulder while she clutched it to her hip.

"this 'bout to be a longggg night."

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the sound of Snoop Dogg's "Gin N Juice" blared into the large house as Miya and Breanna stood side-by-side, cups residing in both of their hands while Miya held her phone in the other.

just like she thought, the group had split up yet again, and this time it was Imani and Kierra who had wandered off, leaving Miya and Breanna to tend to each other. neither of them had a clue where they went and assumed they were most likely in the kitchen refilling their cups with liquor.

either that, or they were flirting with some random ass niggas they found because they thought they were cute.

nonetheless, the party was lame for Miya, and she didn't know how long her phone could occupy her before she went to search for her friends so they could all leave. she had gone through damn near all the apps on her phone and was now in her Notes app, sorting and deleting some of her notes to create space in her iCloud.

"aye, Bre', i gotta' use the bathroom! come wit' me real quick!" Miya yelled over the music, leaning closer to Breanna so she could hear her more clearly, as Breanna yelled back "okay!" and the girls went off to the bathroom, holding each other's hands so they don't get lost while Miya tossed her cup in the black trash can nearby.

Miya stepped inside the bathroom and locked it behind her as Breanna stood guarding the door so no one would go inside. the closed door muffled the loud music and Miya sighed in relief due to her incoming earache as she did her business, wiping her sex clean of urine before flushing the toilet. she washed her hands with the hand soap by the sink and was about the use the towel to dry her hands but paused, looking at it suspiciously.

"ain't no tellin' what somebody did to that shit." Miya mumbled to herself as she shook her hands dry and lightly patted them on her dress, being careful not to get her dress too wet in the process.

Miya adjusted her ponytail and watched it swing from side to side as she adjusted her breasts in her dress, protecting them from spilling out. she gently rubbed her temples with her index and middle fingers, preparing herself to be engulfed in the loud music for a second time.

opening the door, Miya thought she'd be greeted by Breanna, but she was unfortunately incorrect. Breanna was nowhere to be found once she opened the door, and this made Miya's eyebrows furrow in confusion and her heart drop to her stomach.

"where the hell..." Miya mumbled, yet it was inaudible due to the loud music and people around her, and she huffed as she ran her hand down her face, clutching her purse and phone tightly to her side while she began walking through the hall to try and find Breanna.

at this point, Miya was over the entire party. she just wanted to find her friends and go home, she didn't care about "enjoying" herself anymore. as long as she found her friends and left the party safely, that was all that mattered.

"ayo, light-skin! wassup with'chu, ma?" a man suddenly grabbed Miya by her wrist and pulled her towards him, making her face scrunch up in discomfort while she looked at the man, "you got a man, baby?"

"man, get offa' me. i'an interested in nothin' you sayin', take yo' hands off me." Miya retorted as she tried to snatch her hand back from the man but he tightened his grip on her, making her skin begin to crawl while the alcohol from his breath tickled her nose.

"don't be like that, light-skin, lemme' fuck with'chu," the man slurred, licking his cracked lips at the woman, as Miya cringed and tried to pry his grip off her wrist but to no avail, "you must ain't got no man, ma, 'cause if you was my bitch, i wouldn't let yo' fine ass out my sight."

"aye, nigga, get'cho hands off my girl, fuck you got goin', gang?" an unfamiliar voice spoke as the man carefully but forcefully yanked Miya's wrist out of the creep's grasp and nudged her behind him, confusing Miya even more but she was grateful for the help.

"oh, shit, m-my bad, Von, i'an k-know she was with'chu—"

"yeah, yeah, a nigga really ain't tryna' hea' all'at bullshit. keep it pushin', bitch ass nigga." Von retorted, bucking at him, as the creep flinched and quickly scurried away, nearly tripping over his own feet from how tipsy he was.

"Von? oh, so this is 'Mani's homeboy?" Miya thought in awe as Von turned to face her and gently grabbed her arm, analyzing her slightly-bruised wrist, "why she ain't tell me how fine this nigga is?"

Von wore a Dickies suit with a white tank top underneath his open top and white high-top Air Force 1s on his feet as an "O-Block" chain sat around his neck and jewelry rested on both of his wrists and his pinky finger, a red bandanna tied around his hairline while his two-strand twisted locs hung freely in his face.

if Miya's vibe hadn't gotten killed by that creep, she would've definitely shot her shot at that moment.

"you heard me, shorty?" Von's voice knocked Miya out of her thoughts as she looked up at him, subtly realizing the height difference between them.

"huh?"

"i asked if you was a'ight. you got a lil' bruise formin' right hea' an' shit." Von repeated, leaning down to her ear so she could hear him better, as his cologne flooded Miya's nostrils and she nearly melted in front of him.

"oh, my bad, i'm good. thank you for askin'." Miya assured, cracking a smile, as Von nodded his head and held out his hand, signaling for her to grab it and follow him.

grabbing onto his hand, Miya felt all her uncomfortableness wash away as her palm rested in his, following close behind him while he led her out of the crowded hallway and towards the front door. though Miya hadn't known him for long, something about him made her feel safe, and she didn't know what it was. regardless of what it was, she was grateful he showed up when he did, or Lord knows what would've happened to her.

the two walked out of the front door and Miya's eyes instantly locked on her friends. Imani and Kierra were flirting with what seemed like two men who were friends and Breanna stood by the car on her phone tapping vigorously like she was texting someone. suddenly, Miya's phone began buzzing over and over again, and once she checked it, she realized Breanna had been texting her the whole time and none of her messages had delivered until now because Miya didn't have good service in the bathroom or the hallway.

come to find out, Von spotted Breanna being hit on by the same creep that approached Miya, and he defended her and took her outside with Imani and Kierra, but because Miya's phone didn't have good service, Breanna couldn't warn her about the creep in time, so she sent Von back inside to go look for Miya because her intuition told her that something was wrong.

"aye, Bre', i got ha' fa' you." Von announced, making Breanna look up from her phone, as Von let Miya's hand go and Breanna quickly rushed over to the girl, engulfing her in a hug while Miya embraced her with a soft chuckle.

"you okay? you ain't run into that creepy ass drunk nigga, did you?" Breanna questioned, letting her go, as she tucked strands of her hair behind her ears.

"i'm good, Bre'. and unfortunately, i did, but i'm okay, i just got a lil' bruise on my wrist, that's all," Miya assured, showing the girl her bruise, as she looked up at Von before looking back at Breanna, "you should've seen the way he started stutterin' when Von came. if i wasn't uncomfortable as hell, i woulda' busted out laughin'."

"he did the same shit when i was in there, niggas don't ever learn they lesson, girl," Breanna chuckled, analyzing her wrist and gently holding it in her hand before letting it go, "lemme' get the keys off you, My'My, i'm 'bout to go sit in the car 'til y'all ready to go."

Miya took her purse off her shoulder and handed it to Breanna as she took it and walked off to the car, digging in it and grabbing the keys while she unlocked the doors and slid into the passenger seat. as if on cue with the car door closing, Von and Miya locked eyes, a shy smile creeping onto Miya's face while she broke away from his gaze and glanced at the ground.

"thank you for steppin' in back there with that creep. if it wasn't for you, i would've had more than just a lil' bruise." Miya thanked him as Von chuckled at seeing her purposely avoid his gaze and cracked a small smile.

"you scareda' me a'sum'?" Von joked as Miya's smile slightly widened and she laughed, their eyes locking for a second time while Miya slightly fiddled with the strap on her dress, "but that ain't nun', Miya, i'm just doin' what a real nigga 'posed to do, y'know what i'm sayin'? niggas ain't 'posed to be doin' no ho ass shit like that to no female."

"duh, i know that, but still... thank you for bein' there, Von," Miya smiled as Von smiled at her and nodded his head, "any way i can repay you for your heroic act?"

"yeen' gotta' do nun', shorty, it's cool," Von assured, pushing his locs out of his face, "but since you offerin', lemme' get'cho numba' and lemme' take you on a date."

"...you fo'real?" Miya hesitantly asked, raising a brow, as a large smile slowly spread across her face.

"i'm deadass, shorty. i'an call you my girl fa' no reason," Von chuckled as Miya's brows slightly furrowed before she quickly realized that he did say that when he came to her defense, "plus, i gotta' make sure you straight at all times, ma. can't have no otha' random ass creepy niggas fuckin' with'chu, gang."

"mhm... i guess," Miya joked, blushing, as Von laughed and she held out her hand, wanting him to give her his phone, "where you gon' take me, Von?"

"now, why would i tell you that, ma?" Von chuckled as the two swapped phones and exchanged numbers, "i want it to be a surprise. it wouldn't be a surprise no mo' if i told you where i wanna take you, Miya."

"okay, you got a point," Miya laughed as she took her phone back and her eyes locked on his contact name, "Von 🦁", making her smile before she turned her phone off, "it's gettin' late, i should probably go get my girls from them random niggas over there before they get kidnapped."

"aye, my niggas ain't no kidnappers, girl. 'Mani and Kierra in good hands," Von chuckled, catching Miya off guard because she had no idea he and her friends' acquaintances were connected, "but you should be gettin' home anyway. you got a curfew, lil' mama."

"oh, please, boy, i'm grown as fuck," Miya playfully sassed as the two laughed before Miya turned her attention to her friends, "aye, lover girls! time to go home!"

as if on cue with Miya's words, Breanna started up the car, the headlights shining into the front yard while Kierra and Imani came stumbling over to the vehicle with drunken smiles on their faces.

"well, i got kids to take care of. see you later, Vonny." Miya joked as Von chuckled and the two embraced each other in a warm hug, his hand gently grabbing her arm and kissing her bruised wrist before the two parted ways.

"let me know when you make it home and i'ma call you, a'ight?" Von asked as Miya smiled and heard a car door shut, making her glance behind Von to see Imani and Kierra in the backseat.

"I will."

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rickyl + manhandling u after a party when ure a little drunk and giggly and you’re extra obedient for them ><

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(18+ content, Rickyl x fem!reader)

No cause they would secretly love it when you got that way. All buzzed and giggly in the backseat of the truck as they drove you home. Teasing Rick with your toes as you sprawled out in the backseat for the short drive back to your place. Him trying so hard not to smile as you sang along to the CD that Daryl hated. That extra shot of tequila back at the party had you feeling a little dizzy, stumbling slightly on the way in the front door, giggling extra hard when Daryl told you to keep quiet. Not wanting to wake up the kids. And while you may have been in a great mood, having the time of your life on the makeshift dance floor, they wouldn’t forget the way you’d been teasing them all night. Wearing that itty bitty skirt and those knee high socks. The outfit alone driving them crazy, but your attitude wasn’t helping either. Trying your hardest to get one of them to dance, even though neither would budge. Partly because they had to hide their raging hard ons behind the kitchen counter. And somewhat, because they knew you’d be even worse with your ass pressed against the front of their jeans. When you noticed the sheer discomfort, tight jaws and controlled breaths, you leaned in all close and proceeded to whisper the dirtiest thoughts you could come up with. Absolutely loving the way their hands would tighten around the bottle of beer or glass of whiskey they were sipping on. You were practically begging them to bend you over right there at the party. To take you up to the guest room and have their way with you. And when they’d finally had enough of your little act, they made up some lame excuse as to why they had to leave. Why you had to leave. “We got a supply run in the morning. Bright and early.” Rick would tell Rosita while she pouted at your departure. You trying your best to wave goodbye, and blow her a kiss as the two men placed a firm hand each, on your lower back, guiding you down the front steps. Knowing that the second they got you alone in their bedroom, it was over for you. No more sweet and innocent giggles. Just big doe eyes and eager nodding. Repetitive whimpers of “Uhuh uhuh” and the occasional, “Yes sir”. Simply agreeing with whatever they’d said. You couldn’t really tell. Too drunk off their attention, and well, maybe some of the liquor. Doing every little thing they ordered. “Spread your legs”, “Be quiet”, “Quit squirming, sweetheart”. Bossing you around and fucking you right into submission within the hour. And when you fell asleep right between them, left in only your knee high socks and knotted hair, they’d laugh about how cute it was. The way you thought for even a moment, that you could ever have the upper hand on them. That you could get away with being such a little tease.

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✩(I won’t lie, writing in paragraph chunks like this kind of hurts my eyes. I have such a tiny attention span that they usually scare me to read. In saying that… I rlly liked this anyway and felt it fit <3 But please let me know what you think! Feedback and comments are so apreciated)

[jeridandridge]

Hii, I hope your request are still open. How are you today?

Can you write a fluffy where the reader and Mel go to a abbott party (they’re already a couple and everyone at abbott knows it) and they are just super soft with each other in front of everybody. Than Mel drinks a little too much, they go home and the reader has to make Melissa takes off her makeup and do her skin care before bed.

Just a soft Melissa as we love. Thank you ❤️

Soft Melissa is everything. This is just a Drabble but I hope you dig it! 🩷

Edit: Typos? Me? No way

Drunk Melissa

“We’re staying long enough for me to down a margarita with Barb and that’s it we’re outta there.” Melissa waves her hand from the drivers seat. You can’t help but chuckle at her dramatics. You know she doesn’t like being around the group, but you promised Janine you’d be there.

“It’s gonna be fine, Mel. Especially if you’re gonna be on the grill and I’m bringing you drinks.” You beam.

When you pull up to park Janine booked a pavilion at you hop out of the truck grabbing the drinks you brought from the backseat and pull a reluctant Melissa along.

“Melissa, y/n!”

“Hey, Janine.” You smile at the woman spotting Gregory with Jacob and Zach. Barbara walks over briskly with two sugar rimmed drinks in hand.

“Thank god you two are here.” She says quietly handing a drink to Melissa.

You laugh resting your hand on the small of your girlfriends back.

“Y/n, Melissa, come play against us!” Jacob calls out tossing a bean bag across the lawn to the other board.

You can’t say no to kicking jacobs ass at a fun lawn game.

“Ha! C’mon, babe. we can knock them out in a few tosses.”

Melissa grins, with her drink in hand she follows you out to the Cornhole boards standing next to Gregory on the opposite end.

“Alright, kid, make this fast I have to get on the grill.” She gestures for Jacob to take his turn before sipping her drink.

When Jacob tosses the first back he misses miserably, the bag landing right in front of the board.

Picking up your bag you you take a step forward and and wind back letting the bag go. You watch it fly through the air and when it lands right in the hole you whoop and jump.

“You challenged the wrong girl, Hill.” Melissa jokes from the other end of the boards.

Tipping your chin up you blow her a kiss before you get ready to toss again. Much to Jacob and Gregory’s chagrin, you and Melissa shut them out in Just a few tosses.

As the evening goes on everyone’s seated under the pavilion, and Melissa is a few drinks deep with Barbara. You think she’s had three which means as you sit next to her she can’t keep her hands off of you.

One hand is playing with your hair while her other arm is wrapped around your waist. “You’re so pretty, mia cara.” She whispers into your ear. You loved when she got tipsy and spoke in Italian.

You turn your head to kiss her temple with a little laugh.

“Awww.” You hear Janine gush. When you look over you see Barbara and the younger woman smiling at you both.

“You’re both seeing drunk Mel where she gets all nice, soft and touchy.” You explain with a laugh.

“I don’t know how I feel about seeing Melissa like this.” Gregory says nervously.

With that Barbara hands her another drink. How the woman seemed completely sober still was beyond you.

By the end of the evening while everyone’s saying goodbye the red head gives everyone a hug.

“Barb! Are we still doing brunch tomorrow?” She asks clinging to her best friend.

“Yes we are,” she laughs patting her back, “y/n you need to get this girl home.”

You smile grabbing yours and Melissa’s purses. “Mel, I think we should get going.”

“Oh okay.” She nods, giving you a thumbs up and coming to your side. You laugh when she reaches down and pats your butt.

“Alright, we’ll see you next week guys.” You wave as you two walk off. Even in Melissa’s truck she can’t get close enough to you. When you get home, you help your love out of the truck.

“It’s so high up!” She giggles taking your hands to get out.

“Cmon, baby. Let’s get in and get comfy.” You beam getting your key out. Melissa keeps her arms wrapped around you the entire way inside and up the stairs. It’s hardly 8 o’clock but you know as soon as you two hit the couch she’s gonna doze off on you.

Up in the bathroom Melissa hops onto the counter looking at you with a dopey smile while you get the makeup remover wipes.

“You’re takin care of me.” She hums resting her hands on your hips.

When she gets drunkenly going like this, you can’t do anything but smile. “Of course I am,” You carefully start with her eye makeup admiring the smile lines by her eyes as you remove the shadow. You get to her eyeliner and let out a little laugh when she reaches up booping your nose.

“You’re beautiful, hon.”

“I was just thinking the same thing about you.” You gush. “Your smile lines, your freckles, your lips. All of you.”

Melissa ducks her head with flushed cheeks wrapping her arms around your waist and practically slumping into you.

“I love you, Mel.” You whisper rubbing her back. “Let’s get you to bed.”

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I loveee your blog. I was wondering if you could do a fic about picking Eddie up from a party but he’s really really drunk and he promised his gf he wouldn’t go over board but he did maybe some angst and fluff. You can decide the rest. 🤍���

Oops this got away from me. Sorry if it’s too rambly.

Warnings: some language, angst to fluff, insecurity

WC: 2.3k lol

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You wish you could say you're sleeping when the phone ring at 2 AM, but you're still awake, cramming for your history test tomorrow. You've been staring at the review sheet for so long that the words start to go blurry. Eddie was supposed to study with you after his Corroded Coffin gig, but he never showed.

Brrrring!

The ring breaks your focus, and you grab the receiver before your parents wake up. "Hello?" you say cautiously.

"Hey, Y/N," it's Gareth. He sounds exhausted as he relays the message to you. "Eddie got wasted and is refusing to leave the bar until he can see you."

You sigh deeply, riddled with both concern and frustration. Eddie's on track to graduate this year--mostly due to your influence--and he's risking it all to get drunk on a random Tuesday night?

"Can you drive him to my place?" you ask, rubbing the bridge of your nose with your thumb and forefinger.

"Lemme ask," he replies, and you hear him call out: "Ed, we'll take you to Y/N, okay?"

"Noooooo," your boyfriend groans in the background. "Wan' her here nowwwwwww."

Gareth brings the phone back to his ear. "So, uh, that's a no-go."

"I'll be right there," you say through gritted teeth, pulling on your sneakers and grabbing your keys.

~

The Hideout is basically empty except for the members of Corroded Coffin. Eddie was slumped over in a barstool, resting his head on the counter. You march in angrily.

"C'mon, Eddie, let's go," you shake him awake. "We gotta get you home."

"Babyyyyyyy!" he exclaims, a drunken grin slowly stretching across his face. "Missed you s'much."

"You wouldn't have to miss me if you came over to study, like you promised," you counter, but you know there's no use arguing with him when he's this far gone.

Jeff scoots off of his stool and walks to you. "I'll help you drag his ass to the car," he offers, and you gratefully accept the help.

"Thank you guys for keeping him safe," you address the group, and they respond with weary smiles and a smattering of don't mention its.

You and Jeff guide Eddie to your car and usher him into the backseat.

"Wan' sit next to you, baby," he whines. "Wan' hold your pretty little hand and kiss your pretty little face."

You shake your head. "Lay down and just...be quiet, Eddie," you mutter, Jeff closes the door and wishes you good luck, and you thank him again before driving off.

"Y/N," Eddie pipes up from behind you, reaching out to touch your arm. You pull away as much as you can without jerking the wheel, "'re you mad at me?"

"We're not talking about this while you're drunk, Eddie," you respond shortly, annoyance evident in your tone.

He rolls over from his side to his back. "I hate when you're mad at me," he hiccups. "Just' wan' make you happy, sweetheart."

You want to scream at him, tell him that what would make you happy is him actually graduating this year, walking the across the stage to get his diploma, maybe even going to college with you. Instead, you clamp your mouth shut and focus on the road.

You leave your car running while you help Eddie out of the backseat and into the trailer. "You're not gonna stay?" he pouts, practically falling onto you.

"No," you reply tersely, "I have to get up in three hours to get ready for school. You know, that place you've been for six years? Where we have a huge history test second period?"

"Oh, shit," he exhales, and then laughs uncontrollably. "Yeah, fuck that place."

You bring him to his bed and place the garbage pail next to it. "In case you throw up," you remind him, heading for the door.

"You're really gon' leave me?" His laughs cease immediately; now, he looks like he's about to cry.

"Good night, Eddie," is all you can manage, too frustrated and disappointed to think straight.

~

Unsurprisingly, Eddie's not at school the next day. You successfully beg Mrs. Click to let him take the test tomorrow, saying that he has food poisoning. She buys the excuse, probably because of Eddie's newly-decent attendance record.

When he told you that he was determined to graduate, that '86 would be his year, you'd held him to it. You constantly reminded him of his goal, turned dates into study sessions, and had some pretty...fun rewards when he got answers correct. D-minuses and Fs gradually turned into C-pluses and B-minuses (with the exception of the "D" in O'Donnell's class, but you can't win 'em all).

You love seeing him motivated, tongue poking out of his mouth as he wracks his brain for vocabulary word definitions and math formulas. You love when he passes a test and hugs you tight, spinning you around, huge smiles on both of your faces. You love when he shows Wayne his grades with childlike enthusiasm, and the older man gives you a little wink.

You don't love Eddie's self-sabotaging behavior, and you plan to make that known.

That opportunity knocks earlier than you anticipate: he's sitting on your front steps when you pull into your driveway.

He looks up at you with his beautiful brown eyes. “Hey,” he says softly, fidgeting with his rings.

“Hey,” you respond. “Click said you can take the test tomorrow before school.”

“Thanks.” He bites his lower lip. “Can we, uh, can we talk?”

“Go for it. Explain to me why you thought getting plastered last night was a good idea.”

Eddie breathes out, puffing his cheeks. “After our gig, one of the regulars came up to me. He goes, ‘don’t see your girl out here tonight.’ And when I told him you were studying at home, he, um,” his eyes drop in shame, “he asked me what a smart girl was doing with someone like me.”

Your heart pangs with sadness, knowing how sensitive Eddie is about his intelligence, especially compared to yours. Still, it doesn’t excuse his behavior. “So a middle-age drunk makes a stupid comment, and you decide to get wasted?”

“He’s got a point, though,” he says sadly, “and it got me thinking...what if I don’t get into Indiana State with you?”

“First of all, he doesn’t have any point.” You take a seat next to him. “You’re smart; you just need help focusing on the right stuff. And second, we talked about that. You’ll go to Hawkins Community College for two years, get your grades up, and then join me.”

Eddie plows ahead, seemingly ignoring your response. “Or what if I get in, but I flunk out? Or realize that college isn’t for me?”

“Then you’ll figure out what you wanna do, Eds. There’s trial-and-error in it sometimes.”

He sighs. “I miss when I didn’t even try. Couldn’t be disappointed because I already knew I failed.”

You stand up and sling your backpack over your shoulder. “Sorry for ruining your lifelong pity-party.” You start to open the door, but turn around before the key clicks in the lock. “Y’know, Eddie, I really love you. I want you to graduate and experience new things, which is why I’ve pushed you so hard to study and go to class. But I can’t make you want it,” you give him a pointed look. “That has to come from you.”

“Well, maybe I don’t want that,” he shoots back. “And maybe we’re just too different.”

You take a step back. You’d thought this was just a typical argument, one that would be resolved with talking and time. “W-what are you trying to say?”

Eddie can’t even make eye contact with you; if he does, he’ll start to cry. “Thanks for talking to Click for me,” he mumbles, gets in his van, and speeds down the block.

~

Three weeks go by; weeks filled with tears and endless games of what-if that your brain likes to conjure up. Good things happened in that time, though: you found out you were accepted into Indiana State with a full scholarship. The first thought that crossed your mind, before even allowing yourself to celebrate, was I wonder if Eddie got in. That brought on a fresh batch of tears.

School is rough. You used to sit at Eddie’s lunch table, legs stretched out on his lap while he rested his arms on your thighs. You’d steal pretzels from his bag when we wasn’t looking, and he’d pretend to be furious when he’d inevitably catch you. Now you eat lunch alone in the library.

And the classes you have together? You do your best not to look at him, acting like he’s not even there. You’ve felt his eyes glance at you, but he quickly pulls them away. He’s made no attempt to reconcile, and you’re not about to force an unwanted relationship.

Finally, you decided to try and distract yourself, heading to Family Video to grab some movies. You definitely need to raid the comedy section, desperate to laugh after being sad for so long. You walk into the store, greeted by Steve saying, “Speak of the devil!”

He and Robin laugh at your confusion, so Robin explains, “We were just talking about you.”

“I figured,” you say amusedly. “Good things, I hope.”

“Just about how Harrington is going to fling himself off of Skull Rock if he has to hear Munson talk about you one more time.” Her answer is met with a subtle jab to the ribs from Steve.

You try to manage a chuckle. “Well, I’m sure he has nothing nice to say about me, since I ruined his ambitions of doing nothing for the rest of his life.”

Steve raises his eyebrows. “Oh, you don’t...she doesn’t know,” he turns to Robin.

“I don’t know what?” you ask, curiosity piqued.

“Um,” Steve hesitates, “Eddie’s still in love with you. He wants to get back together but he’s convinced himself you’ll say no.”

You roll your eyes. “He has a habit of thinking that, doesn’t he? I’ll reject him, colleges will reject him, the whole damn world will reject him.”

“Y/N,” Robin says softly, “isn’t that how it’s always been for him? His dad, the people at school...why would he think any different?”

Her words sink in, forming a pit in your stomach. “I guess...I just thought I showed him that I wasn’t like that.”

“And you did,” Robin reassures you, “but it’ll take time and patience for him to fully believe it. Right, Steve?” She turns to where Steve had been standing, but no one’s there now. “Uh, Steve?”

“Sorry,” Steve calls out from the break room. “Had to pee.” 

You and Robin share a small laugh. Neither of you realize that he was lying until you hear the familiar rumble of Eddie’s van outside of the store.

“Steve, what did you do?” you hiss as Eddie parks and jumps onto the pavement.

“I’m fixing things,” he says with a shrug, pulling you into the back room. You hear the chime jingle and Robin’s voice saying, “She’s in there,” and before you know it, you’re face to face with Eddie Munson.

“I have something for you.” He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a folded piece of paper. You only have to read the first two lines:

Dear Mr. Munson,

We are pleased to offer you admission to Indiana State University beginning in the Fall 1986 term.

“You got in.” A few weeks ago, you would have pulled him in for a kiss so passionate, his legs would’ve turned to Jell-O. Now, you only offer him a small smile. “That’s amazing. Are you gonna go?”

Eddie nods. “Yeah. I won’t know what’ll happen if I don’t try.” He laughs after he says the last part.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothin’,” he averts his gaze, “that’s, uh, that’s what Harrington said to me when I was nervous about asking you out.”

“He’s always been good at meddling,” you mutter, not unkindly.

Eddie steps towards you, his hand softly nudging yours. “As soon as I got this letter, all I wanted was to tell you. I picked up the phone so many times but I could never work up the courage to dial the number.”

“I’m really proud of you,” you tell him. “But you should do what you want to do, not what you think I want you to do.”

He shakes his head. “I want to give college a shot. Don’t get me wrong, I’m scared shitless,” he admits shyly, “but I didn’t work this hard for nothing.”

“Well, then, that’s really good,” you offer weakly. “I’ll, uh, see you around.” You start for the door, but his hand gently grabs your wrist.

“Wait,” he blurts out, “please don’t go.” There are tears in his eyes. “I didn’t come here just to show you that letter. I...I still love you Y/N. So much.”

You swallow the lump in your throat. “I still love you, too. But...you said...”

“I know what I said. And I was being stupid, a coward, running away when things got scary.” You reach over to wipe the tears from his cheeks, and he lets you. “We’re different, yeah, but in a good way. You remind me to keep focused and stay motivated, and I remind you to enjoy yourself and break the rules every once in awhile.”

“We do make a good team,” you concede, allowing yourself to really look into his eyes. They melt you immediately. “But, Eddie, you can’t be getting drunk and blowing off your responsibilities any time you feel insecure.”

He nods. “I know. I don’t want to do that. It hurts me and it hurts you.” He sniffles. “Please, please take me back.” He drops to his knees and wraps his arms around your waist, making you giggle.

“Get up, dingus,” you say between laughs, borrowing Robin’s favorite insult. “I’ll take you back on one condition.”

“Anything,” he says, holding up three fingers. “Scout’s honor.”

“Don’t become that douche on the quad who plays guitar for the sorority girls.”

Eddie leans into you, pressing a smiling kiss to your lips. “That’s easy,” he says as he pulls away. “I only have one girl I wanna impress, anyway.”

--

[dotdothoneypot]

Text Me *teaser*

Synopsis: Geto×Reader fic. You're a spoiled little rich girl whose dad hired Geto and Gojo to be your bodyguard(babysitter more like). Inspired by Tangerine and Lemon from Bullet Train if you squint. Reader is a phone sex operator for fun. Geto finds out and shamelessness transpires.

Tw: sex work, mild kidnapping, rough horsing around with gojo, rough sex,maybe minor dub con elements, oral giving and receiving, afab femme reader, geto is kind of a creep but he's our creep so it's okay :3

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"There you are!"

A muffled sing song voice met with a giggle rang behind you. Before "huh" even got a chance to escape your lips, a cloth was almost suffocatingly slapped over your nose and mouth.

The club was loud, smokey, with eyes too drunk (and whatever else) to notice anything beyond the blurred lights surrounding them. Despite your resistance and attempts at screams, no one was the wiser you were essentially being kidnapped. Your captor effortlessly zigzagged amongst the crowd, and before you knew it, your ass was slammed against the backseat floor of an all black Escalade.

"Hey, baby! You miss us?" Looking up you see flourescent blue eyes. The most God forsaken blues you could ever hope to see.

"Oh fu-!"

His raven haired friend didn't say a word. He hopped in the front seat and let Gojo do the talking(as he always did).

"Dear old daddy said you weren't answering your phone. He had us catch up with ya. If you're going to be 'studying' half way across the world the least you could do is answer his texts." He slams the door in your face, letting out an impish laugh before hopping in the front seat and buckling up. "Safety first."

You shoot him a pointed glare. "Okay you see I'm fine. I'm going ba-" Geto stomps on the gas the sheer force knocks you even further back before he slams the break, knocking you forward again like a rag doll. "What's your fucking pro-"

Geto turns giving you the blankest stare he could muster. You were sure he practiced that shit in the mirror daily, with his brooding ass. "Your dad wants us to keep an eye on you, and I'm not quite in the mood to hang around your drunk friends all night."

"For the record, I was fine with it." Gojo shoots you that smile. Probably more to be around pretty girls than doing his job, that was nothing new.

Turning around and returning to the wheel, "we are going back to your apartment. You might want to buckle your seatbelt."

You roll your eyes and sit in the cold leather seats. At this point you knew better than to talk back or ask for anything else. If Gojo hadn't already convinced him to go ahead and party a bit, he wasn't going to.

"Oh, honey. At least buy me dinner first." You roll your eyes, securing your own belt then tap on Gojo's shoulder. "Put some music on," you hiss.

He grins eyes closed and pulls out his smart phone. "DADDY'S HOOOOME" shakes out the speakers.

"NO, NOT THIS AGAIN!" You reach forward to snatch his phone out his hands, his speed and strength by far outweighed your own. His big hand and spider leg fingers nearly swallowed your whole face entirely before shoving you backwards into your seat.

"My phone my song, babe!"

You scoff and face back out the window. Geto witnessed it from out the corner of his eye. "Don't be a dick, Satoru. We're already forcing her to go home." For as cold as he could be, he was also fair. Gojo makes a disgusted "blegh" Before handing you his phone.

"Fine, if I don't like it we're turning off the radio."

"Mhmm". You put on an r'nb Playlist you find and let it go. You knew that's the one genre the two of you had in common, earning no complaints from the silver fox in front of you.

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Kicking off your shoes you all drawl in.

"Would anyone like a drink?" A bit of you asked to your own self and a bit to them.

"Nah" Gojo slumps on your couch, kicking his feel on your coffee table. Geto also shook his head no and took a seat next to Gojo.

"Ah, Satoru!" Geto notes your PS5.

"Oooohhh! When did you get this, babe?!"

"A few weeks ago." Coffee it is then. You rummage through your cabinets for the coffee tin. "I'm gonna brew some up then go change. Try not to miss me too much."

You saunter into your room and after rummaging through your drawer for a bit you settle for some booty shorts an a long sleeved pajama top that barely covered your ass.

You let out a small side, boredom already bleeding through you. Your friends were probably all drunk and enjoying themselves, getting free drinks they didnt need from the both the ugly and blessed.

On the ride home you'd texted them saying you were safe, that youd only been kidnapped by Gojo and Geto *again*, sending them a pic of the two arguing confirming your trecherous situation. Of course, all they were interested in was you hooking up and getting the dick report for them finally. Hoes.

An itch tickles at your better judgment as you shift your phone along in your hands. Coming to a decision a few taps and scrolls, you were now available to sext. Did you need the money? Absolutely not. You never would. But a little bit of cheeky fun was in order if you were gonna be stuck in your apartment with those two.

On a busy *and horny* Saturday night it might be a bit before you got a buzz, you hop back to the living area with tweedle dee and tweedle dum sitting your phone on the coffee table and skipping into your kitchen, snatching the coffee you mixed to your liking.

"Ahhh~" and not a moment after your tail met the seat between them-

"Where's ours?" Gojo pouts at your mug.

"Uh you said you didn't want any?"

"Satoru and I thought you meant alcohol. I would prefer tea but Satoru likes coffee. His extra sweet, please." The smile on Geto's face would have been pleasant if it wasn't so obviously teasing.

"Ugh fine" you sit up and nearly slam your mug on the coffee table, none the wiser than Geto is following your every move with a small smirk. "What else, my king. When I get back I'll give you both the sloppiest of toppy while I'm at it." By then you're already in your small kitchen rummaging through k cups and tins of various teas. They were gonna get whatever you had the most of and like it.

As the hot water was dispersing in Geto's mug you hear a vibrate from the coffee table. Ah shit.

"Ha ha. What a funny number. What's it-"

You lunge full speed back to the TV area, snatching your smart phone that Gojo was dangling in the face of Geto eyebrow raised.

"Haha ah I was only joking. I didn't even read it. But now I wanna-" Before he could reach out his hand you snatched it away from him.

"Could you please grow up and mind your business?"

"Don't be mad at me. Was that a boyfriend."

Too caught up in Gojo's teasing, going back and forth with him like bickering children "I don't have a boyfriend, numb nuts. So no." you don't even notice Geto had picked up who the source of the number could be. More or less what it's for at least. It would be something he'd have to get back to later. He was practically babysitting you afterall.

"Sweetheart, weren't you making us coffee and tea? The water is getting cold."

"Yeah, babe. You can text your boyfriend later. Make us our drinks."

"Oh, honey. I'll get right to it. Want me to hold the piss this time."

Gojo fake pouts, "baby, that's the best part."

An eyeroll or two later their drinks were deliciously made. Earning a hum of approval from Gojo and sweet thank your from Geto.

"You're playing Fortnite? How fitting. Beat any nine year olds yet." You snort before plopping back down between them. Geto's manspread 'coincidentally' widening, give you some thigh to thigh action. Thinking it an accident, you tuck your legs under you, and grab the throw blanket to snuggle solo in.

"The nine year olds are the toughest opponents. You should know since the game was already downloaded and you're a level 98"

"I play with my nephew."

"I bet you do."

Another buzz and vibrate of your phone. Sneakily you try to examine the message with a shield from your covers. Gojo is too busy scrolling through skins to choose from for his next match. Geto, however, is looking for confirmation of his suspicions.

You don't even note the added warmth of his body heat when he ever so slightly shifts closer to you to get a peek at your screen. That signature wry smirk tugging at his lips when he reads the flirty hello followed by your sultry 'stage' name.

[holysteddie]

cw: nsfw stuff happens while they're semi in public and both drunk.

i did not re read this because i wrote most of this while really tipsy and sleepy in a car so i thought it would be funny if there was some mistake, or impressive if there isn't.

Robin had to physically pull Steve out of the bar, and yet he still had a drink in his hands, a moscow mule she guessed from the smell. She let him drink it, 'cause at this point it wouldn't make much of a difference.

She let him in the passenger seats in the back and waited for Nancy and Eddie, she could still hear some Mindless Self Indulgence song playing from the club, and she beat her fingers on the steering wheel. Ever since she learned to drive, Steve took advantage of it one too many times. If she wasn't drunk already, then he would get drunk and force her to be the one driving.

Steve was giggling at himself in the back, booping his own nose, when he saw Nancy dragging a happy Eddie away from the bar, hooked under her arm, while his other free arm was flying in the air as he sang the song playing in the background with his voice high.

Nancy threw Eddie in the backseats, on top of Steve, and then threw herself on the passenger seat with a sigh.

"Sorry, he said he was pissing himself and i'd rather believe him than him actually, y'know, pissing himself in your car" Nancy apologized, putting her hand on Robin's. It was really not necessary, not the apologizing nor the touch, but both were nice to receive.

She smiled tenderly at Nancy, and started the car, accompanied by giggles and laughs from the back seats.

She turned around quickly, seeing Steve and Eddie all over each other, laughing on top of each other like they'd just said the funniest thing in the world. She's not sure they even said a word to each other.

In the club, when they first arrived, they'd been a little shy, giving each other longing glances like they always did. Steve was brave enough to compliment Eddie's looks, saying he looked good. Beautiful, was what he meant, but good was good enough, good enough to make Eddie blush and thank him with his lip trapped between his teeth.

It took several drinks for them to be able to get into a real conversation and expecially to dance together.

Steve offered Eddie some weird, fruity drink, and then they danced together on the dance floor somehow both like they were the only two people there, and like there was so much people that they had to stick to each other like that at the same time.

And then they kissed, at some point, and Robin would've just let them be, celebrated, even, for how they finally got their head out of their asses, but they were drunk, and he wouldn't forgive herself if they went a little too far and then regretted it the morning after, or if they didn't and they had to live their love story without even remembering their first kiss properly. She'd hate if it happened to her. She was hoping they were so drunk they'd just forget about it so they could just have a real first kiss, to never know they already had one.

So she pulled Steve away as he whined, and then she let him go back to Eddie, but stayed close to them the whole time, one eye on her secret, super delusional crush dancing in front of her, the other on the two boys standing a little too close to each other.

And so now they were here. She was tired, and she couldn't wait to go home, and Nancy beside her looked in even worse conditions, her eyes closed and her fingers pressing her temples.

She stayed silent the whole car ride, looked at Nancy every once in a while, and they shared a small smile. Then Nancy closed her eyes, and she looked back at the street.

Behind them, the two boys were not making much noise, just some giggles every now and then, and when she turned around quickly at a red light to check on them, she found Steve leaning heavily on Eddie's shoulder, both of them with their eyes closed. They looked so cute she might've thrown up, so she tried not to look at them too much, turned on the radio a little to hear something other than soft snores and quiet nonsensical mumbles.

The next time she peeked at them, Nancy was mouthing the words to the song, probably trying to stay awake, and Eddie had his eyes half open in a weird expression, and Steve– It took a second for Robin to realize that no, Steve did not disappear, he didn't throw himself out of the car without her noticing, but he just, collapsed.

He could see his legs, and if she squinted a little, she could see some movement, like Steve's head was in Eddie's lap, and he's patting his hair. Sober Steve would hate it. Actually, Drunk Steve would hate it too, coming from anybody else but Eddie.

Why did she check on them again? They make her nauseous.

They're almost home when Nancy started to straighten up. Robin thought she just realized they're close and found the will to fully wake up, but then her fingers go to the radio and turn the volume down, and she leans her head closer to the gap between their seat but without throwing her head too far, like she's trying to listen to something.

Now, it's not like Robin had hearing problems, but between the music and the wind and trying to focus on driving, she decided that the little weird sounds coming from the back seats were ignorable. It was just Eddie being Eddie and being drunk, nothing too weird.

But now the car was stopped at another traffic red light, and the music was off, and–

The sucking, wet, squelchy noise is so evident she actually feels like throwing up.

She turned around completely and looked in between their seats in a hurry and regrets it instantly as she saw an image similar to what she pictured just earlier.

Steve's head on Eddie's lap, Eddie's fingers in his hair. But he wasn't patting them, he was holding them in a tight grip, pulling and pushing on them, and Steve's head was bobbing up and down, and– she just saw Eddie's balls.

His face was contorted in pleasure and he kept humming every now and then, the only noise he was letting himself let out. Instead, Steve seemed like he wasn't even trying to turn his volume off, giving Eddie the noisiest, sloppiest blowjob in the history of blowjobs.

They just kept going, not noticing (or not caring about) Robin and Nancy both looking at him, caught them right in the act.

"Oh my fucking god you are not sucking his dick in my car!" She screamed, slapping her hand on one of the seats just to make noise and scare them. It worked.

Steve jolted up, letting Eddie's hard dick free and wild in the air for everyone to see.

Both her and Nancy screamed, Nancy covered her eyes and Robin looked away at Steve, while in the corner of her eyes she could see Eddie hurriedly tucking his dick back in his pants.

Honestly, Steve wasn't a much better view. His lips were red, puffy and wet, glistening with something that couldn't be just spit, and his chin was wet, and his hair were sticking up everywhere, and he was so visibly hard in his jeans that it was painful just to watch him.

"Nancy, sorry, i'm gonna need you to get out so that Steve can get his ass out of the car and seat next to me." Nancy immediately gets her seatbelt off and starts to get out of the car, at the same time as Steve started to whine in protest.

"But–" He tried to argue, holding onto the seat in front of him, looking at her with his big brown eyes. They weren't gonna work on her, not this time, not when they weren't filled with his annoying cuteness or his kicked puppy energy, but wet with arousal and need. It was gross, really.

"No buts! You're sitting beside me at the end of the discussion." Eddie snickered at her usage of the word buts, like some sort of preschooler, and Steve shamefully lowered his head and got out of the car, sitting in Nancy's place.

She saw Nancy sitting beside Eddie, trying to stay as close to the door as possible, her face scrunched up as she pushed the window down to let the backseat air a little.

She felt sorry for her. She'd rather die than sit right where Steve's horny ass was sitting a moment earlier, where just a couple of minutes ago, he was sucking a dick.

"I'm sorry, Birdie" Steve muttered once he had his seatbelt on and she started back the car, the traffic light going from red to green for maybe the third or fourth time since she stopped.

"Yeah 'm sorry too" Eddie said after Nancy subtly punched him in the guts. Well, not really subtly since she noticed.

"Okay, now shut up. The both of you." They nodded, and she turned the music back on

"Unbelievable..." She muttered under her breath, even as Steve threw depressed kitten looks at her. She was not falling for it, the bastard wasn't regretting one single thing, and the only reasons she's so calm is that he's drunk, and she knew that he would've never done that if he wasn't.

She kind of feels bad, a little. She was supposed to look out for him. She tried to do that the whole night, trying to pull the two away from each other so they wouldn't get hurt. And yet she managed to fuck it up, and now Steve sucked his first dick while drunk in the back of his best friend's car, with his best friend and his ex girlfriend in said car.

She tried her best, at least, she couldn't take that away from herself. And she was still upset with them, drunk or not.

She kept driving, and if she saw Nancy winking and fist bumping Eddie in the back, she said nothing.

[call-me-maggie13]

Ava bounces Diana on her hip as the doorbell chimes through the apartment. It’s nicer than hers, cleaner about the outside, and she can’t help but feel self-conscious of her own apartment that is falling apart — paint peeling off the side and overrun with mice.

Beatrice swings the door open with a grin and ushers them in, taking Diana from Ava as the crosses the threshold and tossing her playfully in the air before catching her and squeezing her against her chest. Diana squeals and smooshes her hands over Beatrice’s cheeks. Ava isn’t sure what Beatrice has planned for their meal, but the smell of freshly baked bread wraps around her like a warm blanket.

Ava stands awkwardly in the doorway, shifting from foot to foot until Beatrice finally greets her, her grin wide and bright. She leaves her shoes where Beatrice tells her and follows her through the tour, watching her gesturing through the living area and the bathrooms, vaguely mentioning bedrooms down a narrowly lit hallway before leading them to the dining area. The table is set for a larger group than Ava had been expecting, the thought momentarily squeezing her chest and spinning the room about in her head.

Beatrice rests her palm against Ava’s bicep, squeezing it gently and she realizes Beatrice has been speaking the entire time. She shakes her head and blinks.

"Sorry, guess I’m more nervous than I thought." Beatrice smiles softly at her, brushing a lock of hair behind Ava’s ear.

"Don’t be. They’re nice, I promise." Ava knows she’s being genuine and she fights the urge to tuck her nose into the crook of Beatrice’s neck.

Beatrice excuses herself to check on the meal and Ava uses the time to wander around the apartment. It’s obnoxiously clean, the only signs it’s lived in are the shoes by the door and the pictures on the walls. She’s not sure why it surprises her, as if she’d expected Beatrice to be a pretentious-art-on-the-walls type, not family-portraits-and-photo-booth-strips type. She hadn’t thought of what Beatrice’s apartment would look like before being invited tonight.

Nevertheless, pictures of Beatrice missing teeth and wearing braces, pigtailed and doing cartwheels, flipping off the camera and sticking her tongue out at whoever is behind it. It is never anything Ava would’ve expected Beatrice to display proudly on her walls.

She’s admiring a collage of a young Beatrice and a brunette girl who looks a few years older than her. In the picture in the center, they’re cuddled together, asleep in what appears to be a blanket fort, Beatrice couldn’t be more than fourteen in the picture. There’s a set of photo strips where they’re making silly faces at the camera. Beatrice asleep in the backseat of a car while the older girl draws a mustache on her. Dancing in the rain, faces alight with something no storm could drown. Beatrice offering a peace sign and sticking her tongue out at the camera while she holds the brunette’s hair back while she pukes into a bush, both free of any inhibition.

"That’s Shannon," Beatrice’s eyes shine when she looks at the collage, glancing it over and laughing when she sees the one Ava had just been looking at. "That’s from her twenty-first birthday. She got so drunk, she spent at least twenty minutes throwing up in that bush, she could barely stand upright. I made her hang her head out the car like a dog while I drove because I didn’t want to clean her vomit out of my seats.

I completely forgot about it until Mary printed the pictures out. It’s probably one of my favorite photos."

"She seems like a lot of fun."

"She is. She’s also the biggest pain in my ass," Beatrice laughs. "Sometimes I don’t know why I keep her around, but I don’t know where I’d be without her."

"Question."

"Answer."

Ava chuckles, turning to face Beatrice. She looks easy, calm and relaxed, at ease. It tugs Ava’s heartstrings.

"So you were born and raised in Europe, correct?"

"My parents are diplomats in Europe, yes."

"So if you were in Europe and Shannon was here, how did you meet?"

"A pen pal program my parents made me sign up for when I was seven. Shannon was nine, maybe ten at the time. We wrote each other every day for two years before we ever spoke, then she and her mom flew up for, what is it called? Spring break?"

"So how did you end up moving in with them?"

"I’m almost certain my parents arranged it. I never asked, I don’t think I want to know what Shannon's family had to sacrifice for me."

"Why would…"

Ava loses the words in her throat when Beatrice tunes in to Diana in Ava’s arms. She strokes her hair and listens intently to her nonsensical babbling. Beatrice nods when Diana pauses, urging her to continue and laughing when Diana laughs.

Ava isn’t sure why she’s crying, why there’s a sudden lightness in her chest that is suffocating, why she wants to store this single interaction in a jar for the rest of her life. Beatrice glances up at her midway through her conversation with Diana, her shining eyes hiding behind scrunched eyebrows until Ava offers her hand. Beatrice smiles as Ava intwines their fingers, squeezing them three times and hoping Beatrice knows what she can’t say.

Two hours later, Shannon is squishing Diana’s cheeks and grinning when it earns her a delighted squeal. Diana sticks her hands out to Lilith, making a grabbing motion until Shannon shifts her onto Lilith’s lap.

"I don’t want the sticky gremlin," Lilith grumbles, though she wraps her arms around Diana and relaxes when Diana drops her head against her chest and yawns. Beatrice passes her Diana’s blanket and Lilith feigns annoyance as she tenderly tucks it around Diana, brushing the baby hairs out of her face before returning to pretending she dislikes the affection.

"Watch this," Camila whispers as she leans between Ava and Beatrice before rounding the table and holding her hands out to Lilith, silently asking for Diana.

"No." Lilith shifts away, furrowing her eyebrows and frowning deeply. “My sticky gremlin."

Camila’s smile lights up the room, looking from Lilith to Ava with a triumphant laugh.

Ava turns to Beatrice and finds her already watching her with a soft smile. Ava is a young and fairly healthy woman, but Beatrice looking at her like that is going to give her a heart attack. She’s not sure who moves first, but their hands find each other and Ava never wants to let go, Beatrice’s hand tethers her to this moment — reminds her life can be this good.

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[izvmimi]

Matchlit - Chapter 1

cw: alcohol mention.

Masterlist

“I don’t think you’re staring hard enough, babe.”

The tease comes with a gentle bump of the shoulder, and your friend is now resting her chin on it before you can turn and react to her, looking in the same direction you were with a sly grin. You have two options at this juncture, to smile and let her get the best of you or to pretend you have no idea what she’s talking about. You are not staring at Bakugou Katsuki, across the bar, and you absolutely do not care very much for the way his biceps look under his shirt. He is just a friend after all.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about."

Lili puts a drink in your hand which you set down on the counter, before leaning against the counter to face her. Her brown eyes gleam under the bar’s lights, and she’s still smiling mischievously.

“That’s a long time to be staring at a buddy. A pal, if you will,” she says, with a sip of her drink. She adjusts her hair, then leans in close.

“Go dance. As friends,” she presses. “Maybe he’ll give you a friendly ass squeeze.”

With that, Lili mimes the action too just centimeters away from your own ass and that finally gets you to laugh. You’d do it back, but in seconds, she’s stumbled off, already clearly drunk and probably on her way to find her boyfriend. You make a mental note to make sure she actually finds Izuku in the crowded club before she gets kidnapped, then look back at Katsuki again. 

Admittedly, your friendship is strange, but so are many of his friendships anyway. Izuku, Eijiro… Katsuki just tends to make connections that are more intense than you’d expect, you tell yourself. If you are watching, it’s because you admire him, not because you love him any more than like a brother. 

It’s been years since you’ve met and your feelings haven’t changed.

You take Lili’s advice and make your way across the bar; Katsuki sees you coming and shifts Kirishima slightly out of the way - well, really shoves him - and makes space. Your arm loops around his in the crook of his elbow while he places his hands in his pockets. He smiles at you and you punch his shoulder softly. 

“Stop trying to look cool.”

“Trying?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. You pull at his cheek slightly, then let your hands join around his arm, encircling it. Kirishima looks and smiles and you pretend not to notice as he slips away.

Bakugou notices too.

“Are you using me as a shield?” Katsuki asks, looking around the club. As fun as low lights and loud music can be, the atmosphere is perfect for creeps. Even if you can fend for yourself, Katsuki often says that you are too polite. 

“No.”

“Where’s Chatty?” he asks. His arm remains steady in your hold as he downs his own drink, only the second of the night.

“Lili, ” you stress, “is probably wherever Izuku is.”

He raises an eyebrow.

“Looks like Deku is over there,” he points and you can see the young hero cornered by a group of drunk girls, the slightly inebriated, slightly bashful expression very evident on his face.

You frown. If she sees that, she’s almost definitely getting into an Uber and going home. You go to reach for your phone to check on her but Katsuki stops you with a shake of his head. At the same time, the music seems to change and it’s a song that you both know.

“Let’s dance,” he offers.

Or rather it’s a tell, not an ask. You spin onto the dance floor, and while Katsuki doesn’t really dance, he dances with you , the two of you swaying together side to side as the night ends.

---

Bakugou takes you home around 1 am in a taxi, insisting that he had work early in the morning and this would be the easiest way to get away from Denki, Mina and Sero, who would be out until dawn otherwise.

You accept the company, although a small part of you wishes you were dancing longer. He’s warm and safe, even now as you sit inches apart in the backseat, sharing a laugh about Mineta’s drawn-out negotiation for entry with the club bouncer (it’s understandably hard to justify letting in this odd cross between a pervert and a toddler).

Bakugou leaves you at  your doorstep with a promise to text you when he gets home himself, as though he were somehow at more risk than you; he rolls his eyes, but will nevertheless, and he is off, sobered enough to use his Quirk to take to the skies.

You mutter something under your breath about showing off but he can’t hear you, and you smile to yourself. 

As you get ready for bed, you realize your thread with Lili is filled with a wall of text, insisting she’s broken up with Izuku (no she hasn’t) for the fourth time that week, and you send her an exasperated-looking emoji in reply. She answers back with a pivot - did Kats stay over? - and you reply no, to which she replies - Lame - before wishing you a good night. 

She also has a busy schedule the next morning. You wonder when your entire class decided to conspire to force you and Katsuki closer together romantically, and admittedly it’s been on your mind more and more lately. 

What would it look like to be together - how would it feel to be more than friends… would it really be all that different?

It’s very obvious how differently he behaves with you versus others, that part you cannot deny. You round out his sharp edges and he makes you bolder, and it’s been like that since the day you met.

But that doesn’t always mean romantic love, because men and women can be friends. You are adamant about this. 

You and Katsuki are friends.

And yet, you wonder what he thinks of you as you lay yourself down to sleep. 

Katsuki is your last message of the night. 

Made it back safe. Sleep well. 

---

“When’s the next time you’re coming to see us?” Mitsuki asks, to which Katsuki immediately quips, “Never,” before scarfing down the rest of a convenience store sandwich. 

There’s a pause on the phone on the other line before Mitsuki growls.

“How are you still such a little shit to me despite everything?”

“Takes one to raise one!”

He sticks out his tongue slightly on the video call screening and his mother’s foul expression meets him, almost breaking out his taunt into a smile. 

Mitsuki rubs her temples and sighs. 

“Four weeks from now. I need you to clear your schedule and make your way home… your father and I have a very important thing to discuss with you and it’s better you be there in person for it.”

Bakugou narrows his eyes.

“Why can’t you tell me on the phone?”

Mitsuki shakes her head.

“It’s more appropriate in person.”

Bakugou doesn’t like this. His mother can say literally anything anywhere, so the idea of her refraining from being candid about anything is unnerving to say the least. He’d wonder if it were a death in the family if it weren’t for the fact that timing wise that didn’t make any damn sense.

“Fine. Text me the date and time so I can put it in my calendar,” he says. He pops open a can, and his mom frowns as she sees it on camera.

“Is that soda? You know soda is-”

“Goddammit, it’s sparkling water!”

---

“There are entirely too many people in this car,” Bakugou grumbles. 

Packed inside of a less than new but cheaply rented van are more young Heroes than should be off duty at any particular point in time, but it is summertime and all ten of you have been looking forward to this beach trip since its conception.

Well, some more than others.

The car crawls at a paltry 30 miles per hour despite being on a wide open highway, and Katsuki resists the urge to lean forward and tell Izuku to step on the damn gas or he’ll strangle him from behind. Lili sits in shotgun, giving extremely confusing directions to the anxious driver, and the tension in his shoulders is clearly visible, mounting every passing second.

“W-What’s the exit again?”

“Hold on, I have to answer this text from work,” she replies, barely looking up. Izuku makes a noise of frustration.

“Lili, I’m going to miss the exit,” he repeats.

Lili isn’t answering, engrossed in a reply and Izuku clearly starts to panic. June gives the name of the exit from behind just a second before Lili does, and Izuku turns hard , the car swerving suddenly and causing the rest of the heroes to lurch and complain in unison, Denki’s particularly loud “Bro, what the fuck?!” clearly standing out.

At the next rest stop, both are replaced.

Shinsou, now behind the wheel, complains incessantly about driving and about even being on the trip in the first place and June offers him snacks in the front seat to pacify him.

Bakugou steals a glance at you as you rest your head on Lili’s shoulder while she tries desperately to apologize to Izuku for stressing him out. There’s a smile on your face, despite the fact that your head is shaking from the animated way Lili defends her behavior, gesturing with her hands. He barely notices Kirishima who slides a little closer and rests his arm around his shoulder. 

“This trip is a good time to confess, by the way,” he says.

Katsuki shakes him off, then gives him a dirty look.

“What the hell are you on about?”

Kirishima rolls his eyes, then moves away to return to his seat next to Mina. Bakugou peels his eyes away, then checks his phone. His mother has sent a formal meeting invite to him through email which is strange. He can’t tell who the other recipients on this email are, if any.

This is too much, so he chooses to do what works best for him - ignore his mother’s shenanigans until they matter. He clicks accept to the invite and closes his eyes to rest for the remainder of the trip.

The beach house they finally reach is an odd combination of expansive and cozy and the young adults tumble in, the living room quickly taken over by haphazardly tossed bags, no one bothering to claim a room until later that night. 

Animals, Bakugou thinks under his breath, appraising the sudden explosive mess while he decides unlike the rest to claim a neat corner to deposit his things. 

Lili, Izuku, June, Mina, Kirishima, Shinsou, Denki and Shoto disappear out of the door almost immediately and only you hang behind to wait for him. 

“The mess is getting to you, isn’t it?” you tease as he approaches the doorway where you stand. 

Bakugou shakes his head.

“I’m not cleaning anyone’s shit up is all I’m saying.”

You laugh at his ever-grumpy demeanor and Bakugou follows you out, hands in his pockets as you meet up with the others.

The ten of you coalesce as a group in the center of the boardwalk, in the midst of the bustling crowd, and just as soon disperse - Kirishima and Mina breaking away first, hand in hand, and Izuku following behind Lili who looks initially like she’s wandering off alone. Shinsou, June, Shoto and Denki head in the last direction for the food court, and once again it’s just the two of you. 

The sun is starting to set and the reddish orange hue mirrors the colors woven in your sundress but doesn’t outshine them. Bakugou decides the color is particularly beautiful on you and wonders if this is the certain je ne sais quoi his mother describes in her clientele.

Orange is not the only color that suits you, but it is one of the best so far. Perhaps he is biased.

“I realized the other day we never really get the chance to dance together,” you bring up suddenly as you walk. Your voice is softer than usual as you laugh, and your fingers tuck your hair behind your ear. Bakugou wonders if for once you’re being shy around him and then he remembers what Kirishima has said and he can feel the sun’s rays on the back of his neck.

He should shut the fuck up.

“Got a little too drunk and got carried away. Don’t expect it to happen again,” Bakugou replies, shaking off his moment of embarrassment with a grin. You hip bump him.

“Admit it was nice.”

“It was okay .” He stresses the last word. You roll your eyes and look away, then your gaze settles on a shooting game. 

“Let me embarrass you real quick,” you offer, and the bashfulness is over, and you are kids again, racing to the top of a hill.

---

"Oh, how nice of you to get a prize for ___!” June points out as the group reconvenes, a giant cat hovering on Bakugou’s shoulders while yours are clear. You don’t have the heart to tell them you won this for him while he won absolutely nothing and nearly got into a fight with the game manager before remembering he was moderately famous so you laugh and go along with it.

Bakugou gives you a thankful look. Twin goldfish swim in a plastic bag in Lili’s right hand, and she and Izuku appear to be in a different world of thought, discussion ghte pros and cons of an automated temperature controlled fish tank versus a traditional fish bowl and a thermometer, nuances that clearly matter very little and far too much. 

Mina says something about fast food for dinner and the group agrees on burgers, fries and shakes for the night and scary movies until an arbitrary bedtime. Mina falls asleep on the couch, as do Lili and June in bean bag chairs set right next to each other, and Denki on the ground,  head resting on Shinsou’s lap as he texts, barely noticing the credits rolling on the screen.

By now Bakugou has been gone for a little too long and you go off to check on him, leaving Izuku to collect exhausted bodies and deposit them in their appropriate rooms.

Katsuki has conveniently picked the room furthest down the hall, but yours is only two rooms away. Despite the fact that the door is slightly ajar, you are still polite enough to knock instead of barging in. He doesn’t exactly startle, but you can see the muscles of his shoulders tense as you enter, and then he turns to see you, offering a smile. It’s a slightly gloomier one than usual, and you move your way to his bed to lay down.

“Did you have fun today?” you ask, crossing your ankles. He comes in beside you and pulls you close to him as though you were a teddy bear, back to chest, and you think for a moment that the door is open, and you look more ridiculous every day denying your relationship being more than romantic. 

“Yeah,” he whispers into your shirt.

“Then why do you sound so stressed?”

He lets go finally and rolls onto his back and you turn now, facing him. He looks at the ceiling and you watch him betray discomfort with the furrow of his eyebrows.

“I have to go home suddenly.” 

Your eyes widen.

“Now?”

He cuts a glance at you then pokes your head.

“Not now, dummy,” he replies. “But soon.”

“Are you having issues with your parents?” you ask. There’s no reason for him to be concerned really - although his relationship can be tenuous with Mitsuki, whose smile is heavy and indeterminate when she sees you, they get along well enough and have affection for each other. What could possibly be wrong now?

Bakugou himself has no idea, and sighs.

“Something feels wrong,” he thinks. “I feel like I’m going to be told some family member died or something.”

You tilt your head, not sure exactly what more to say than, “Sorry, I hope not, Katsuki.”

He gives you a glance, then smiles and kicks you gently. 

“Go do that soft shit elsewhere. I’m fine.”

You giggle and kick back, and he kicks you enough that you fall out of the bed, letting out a yelp.

“Katsuki!”

He peers over and brings you to your feet with a quick tug, a large grin on his face. 

“You’re not sleeping in here tonight, get the hell out.”

Your face flushes.

“I didn’t ask!” you insist but you run out quickly, lest anyone else hear and make assumptions.

“Yeah,  yeah,” you can hear him tease on the way out.

But if you did, he’d let you.