#i wanna go on a bike ride with him too but i know this bitch would purposely tryna make me fall

[leosxrealm]

ʜɪꜱ ʙᴀᴄᴋᴘᴀᴄᴋ

pairing(s): hanma shuji x male! reader

warning(s): none!! just soft hanma and one suggestive joke at the end. word vomit tbh, requested

request: Hi there! Could I maybe ask for hanma asking male!reader to come with him on a night ride but reader is a bit nervous because he's never been on a motorbike before? Whichever format is fine, choose what fits you best <3

(a/n): at some point, i just started rambling in here. it’s not my best work :| this definitely could’ve been better

wc: 900+

!not proofread!

8:59

"what's got your panties in a twist?" hanma looks up from his phone to the source of the voice. chonbo just stands there looking at him. did he really think he was gonna get an answer? hanma glares at the younger member. he really wasn't in the mood.

chonbo pulls a disgusted look, "love doesn't suit you," he says ending his sentence with a fake gag. of course, chonbo could tell it was something serious, hanma looked worried. even if his face was as solid as stone, his eyes said everything he never would. his eyes told chonbo that he was worried.

ha, what a joke. hanma "the reaper" shuji, worried, because his precious boyfriend hasn't replied to him yet. chonbo walks out of the abandoned building, leaving hanma behind. this side of hanma scares the shit out of him. and he had better things to do anyway.

hanma looks back at his phone. he exits the messages app, then opens it up again, like that was gonna do something. suddenly his phone rings and he picks it up without a single second of hesitation.

"shuji-"

"where are you?" he cuts you off before you can even greet him. he heard a chuckle from the other side before you responded.

"i'm still at school. the practice went on longer than i thought it would. sorry i didn't read your texts before."

"stay there," he tells you over the phone, disregarding your apology, "i'll be there in 10 minutes."

"shuji-"

"i'm on my way, baby, see you in 10," he says as he hangs up the phone. he walks out of the old building towards his motorcycle. quickly hopping on it, he leaves before anyone can ask him anything.

---

he had reached your school gates in less than 10 minutes. patiently waiting for you by the gates. you run over to him when you spot your giant of a boyfriend leaning against his bike.

you give him a quick side hug as you two still weren't out publically. people in your school still didn't know you liked guys like that. as much as you would love to announce him as your boyfriend publically, you knew people weren't the kindest when it came to homosexuality.

you didn't realize you had zoned out staring at his motorbike until he snapped his fingers in front of your face to get your attention. "whatcha thinkin'?" he asks when he notices that he now has your attention.

"why did you bring your bike?" you answer him with a question of your own. usually, he would be in the neighborhood and just walk to your school. it seemed to catch him a little off guard before he straightens up, giving you a boyish grin. "how else was i supposed to come here, sweetheart?" he says, his voice laced with sarcasm. 

you deadpan at him, punching his arm. "come on," he says, extending his arm towards you, a helmet loosely dangling from his fingertips. you look at the helmet, before looking at him.

"it won't bite," he teases you, giving you an encouraging smile. you mumble something in response and he has to physically bend to listen to you better. "i've never been on a motorcycle before," you say, shying away from him. 

he grins at you, his eyes crinkling at the edges. he pulls you closer by tugging at your arm. "there's a first for everything, wouldn't you say?" he says softly, gently pulling the helmet over your head. he gives your helmet a kiss before shutting the visor and getting on the bike.

you just stand there not knowing what to do. he laughs before gesturing for you to get on behind him. you do as he says, tightly wrapping your arms around his torso. he laces his fingers with yours, bringing your hand to his lips, he leaves a feathery kiss on your knuckles. 

"don't worry, i won't let anything happen to my backpack," he smiles, you couldn't see it but you felt it. he lets your hand drop to its previous position. he starts up his bike, going slow at first, to ease you into it. he takes one hand off the handles to hold yours, "i'm gonna go a little faster, alright?"

squeezing your hand gently, he revs up the engine, speeding through the bustling city. you look around in awe, you kind of understand now why hanma liked going on bike rides so much. maybe he'll take you again if you ask him?

you smile when your favourite convenience store comes into your field of vision. the motorcycle comes to a stop, and you hop off it, hanma following your actions. he holds your hands, leading you into the convenience store. 

"you enjoyed it?" he asks, referring to your very first motorcycle ride. "it wasn't that bad,"  you shrug, turning your head away to look at the snacks neatly displayed on the shelves. "i can see your smile, ya know?" he asks with a laugh. "no. you can't," you deny, but couldn't help but smile again afterward. 

he comes up behind you, putting his hands on your waist, gently swaying you. he starts humming a song he had heard earlier. "we're in a store, shuji," you say, turning to look at him. "and? who cares?" he grins at you, leaning down a little, "now come one, gimme a kiss. been waiting all day for it." 

you laugh at his antics, pecking his lips, before shrugging off his hands and walking towards the register. "is that all?" the cashier asks. "yeah, thanks," you leave the store with shuji in tow. 

"wanna learn how to ride a bike?" he questions when you reach his bike. 

"haha nope"

"why not?"

"are you actually crazy?"

"no, just crazily in love with you"

"choke"

"we do that in bed, darlin”

"SHUJI-"

[mikeysbabygirl]

OKAY BUT

Who do you think would be a ass/boobs/thighs boy?

Like, what do u think each boy would prefer? 👀

Hello my love ! How are you doing ?

This ! I was thinking about doing this, and now that you requested it let's go ( ps : you Izana request is under work don't worry, I'm currently working on both your Izana and another moot Mikey request )

SO LET'S GO :

Izana,Inui,Mitsuya,Kakucho

I already said, but I'm gonna repeat, these are the boobs men.

Doesn't matter if yours are small or big, and if you're insecure about them he just can't understand because he doesn't see what would makes you dislike them.

Sometimes when you're not at his place, and your phones lights up with a text late at night, you know already who it is, and what's it about. “ No goodnight nude :( ? ” oh that nude better includes them.

And when you come back home...

-" Shit, you're... Drop dead gorgeous, babe". He really means it, his eyes are mesmerized by your breasts as you bounce on his cock, reaching to grope them and rolling his tongue over your nipples.

-" Gotta mark these pretty tits mine, can I ? " He loves leaving hickeys on your chest, and hates it when you wear turtleneck to cover them. This man expects you to wear plunging cleavages just so people can see you're taken, seriously...

" Why would you hide my love ? Am I not enough, princess ?"

Good luck if it's Izana lol.

Rindou,Wakasa,Hanma,Sanzu,Baji :

I introduce you to the : Booty man.

No one can convince me that while working out at the gym, both Rin and Wakasa don't stare at your booty.

Did you read the names or not ? It's a gathering of the most shameless men of Tokyo revengers.

You're tryna convince me HANMA, BAJI, SANZU ?? Won't hesitate to slap your ass if you ever pass by him ?

Random texts from their meeting “ when I'm home, better got that ass up on the bed f'me and prepare for the fuck of your life. "

Every beach day ends up with a pic of his hand on your ass for Instagram. “my bitch and the beach”.

Fav position is definitely taking you from behind. ( He needs a mirror too, can't help but look at your face while fucking you).

" That's it, that's right, arch that back f'me, rub that ass 'gainst my cock, love " he throws his head back, growling and thrusting harder inside your dripping pussy, meanwhile his hands are busy kneading the flesh of your butt cheeks.

" Aw, ain't ya cute with my handprint on your skin ? Gonna take another one for daddy ? Can't hear ya counting babe ". God stop this man from slapping the poor girl's ass !

Draken,Mikey,Shinichiro,Kazutora, Kokonoi,Ran :

Thigh man ! ( And what's between the thighs ;) )

He remembers perfectly when that obsession started.

It was one of your first dates together, he invited you to dinner, parked the bike and watched as you got out from your apartment. You wore that dress, the short one reaching your mid thighs, revealing too much of the seemingly soft skin to him.

Then he helped you climb on his bike, gulping down as your dress was almost riding your hips, and while driving he couldn't help but think about them.

Since that day, his hand would always be resting on your thigh. Caressing, rubbing circles over the skin, sometimes even pinching.

His favorite thing to do ? Makes you ride his face.

The pleasure was deliciously, ferociously wrecking every brain cell of you. You whimpered again, feeling the knot in your lower belly tightening whilst he swirled his tongue around your clit. It was hard to stay in that position even when you were leaning on the bedframe, then he just gripped your thighs harsher and made you sit on his face.

" Babe, I'd die a happy man between these thighs, worry not about me. " He would be lapping at your pussy like it was his last meal, overstimulating you until you're crying for him to stop.

" Jus' another one, love. For me, please ?"

" Wanna feel you cum all over my face, pretty." Oh and he would make you, so many times... Just to feel you squeeze your thighs around his face.

God, you love that man so much, what wouldn't you do for him ? That's basically what got you wearing these thigh socks, waiting for him to come back from work to surprise him with your new lingerie.

Opening the door, he sighs and undies his necktie, throwing his keys. " Princess, I'm home !"

His eyes widen the moment he sees you, sitting still and all pretty on the bed, thigh's skin perking up from those tight high socks.

" Oh fuck... Got no idea how bad I'm gonna stretch ya out. "

Help it's so cringe but don't blame me I'm crying from period pain

[apparentlytheproblem]

𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙪𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- sirius black

a/n: this isn't the best but it's something i wrote to one of my favourite side charcters. requests are open darlins luv, thai

requested- yes

warnings- none i think-

siri my babygirl, he knows he's fine. he knows he is god and he is it and forever will be it. periodt.

so ik he comes of as a major flert and he seems to be so smooth. And i gotta tell you, its no facade

HE IS ALL THAT, HE IS THE SHIT

sirius black is smooth, like SMMOOTH. he can get anyone and he's aware which gives him way too much power.

BUT, romantic attraction? never heard of it, he's got no rizz when it comes to you, which gets him annoyed and just in frustration

he is such a simp he just doesnt know how to show it yet, give my boi sometime okay?

but once he knows that you like him too, the game has been changed. flipped. uno reverse.

he gets back all his confidence and cockiness, he loves being the only one who could get your attention and he basked in your glory

basically attention whore

his favourite thing is trying to see someone get in with you and just watch how they all fail miserably. He's the type to try ship both of you together when he knows you want him

its just that level of confidence

He's just so aware where he stands and that no one could touch him.

this black is our daily dosage of goth jock and a hint of princess

you would do his liner and mascara obviously and the rings- let me die. He'd have these fancy metal rings oml

listen, just listen: him w pretty black acrylic nails w starts on em

he'd play you the guitar cause why not. I think he would be pretty into music and sing you love songs and that's a love language son.

would steel your tiny tops and wear em like crops and he'd look so hot in them godamn.

my man is a chaser so I'd think he'd be pretty athletic. He's got the hair and the abs dang

you cannot convince me that sirius didn’t bite you to show affection. either its as a dog or as a full ass boy tryna bite you.

would 100% fight over the dumbest stuff w u. just bickering and bickering and bickering. i believe you guys would be so much fun to hang out with mwahh

he'd want to lie on your lap while you read, listen to music w u, take you to quiditch games, he'd want too go on walks and take naps.

his bike- him riding that would be so hot that you wanna ride him like that

he's so good u wish u could ride him like dat

would do you to your favourite song heheh

*added to the friend group*

you have a leash for him to remiend him his place. your bitch

walk him like a dog sis

he's the one who thinks only with his heart. he may have a smol brain but he has a huge heart

and in the end of the day that's what you love the most

[hamsterclaw]

Freak on a bike

He doesn't know what the hell he's doing, this big dumb guy.

Inspired by RM in the mv for Sexy Nukim. Happy birthday week RM! I’m sorry.

Pairing: RM x F! reader

Genre: Smut

Rating: 18+

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Explicit sex, a fuckton of swearing, referenced drug use, objectification and dumbification of our fave sexy genius

Tagging: @sahmfanficbts @reliablemittenmain @vyduan

A bike bell rings and you look up to see where it’s coming from.

A bike stops a few feet away from you. On it, a guy in a black suit. 

You eye him curiously. He’s not bad looking, pretty sharp compared to the other guys you do business with. 

His thighs sandwich the bike frame, both feet on the ground. 

He reaches into the wire basket and holds out a package to you.

You look around.

What is this guy, some kind of fucking amateur?

‘You a narc?’ you ask, not moving from the railing you’re leaning against.

‘What?’ he asks, voice deeper than you were expecting.

‘Said what the fuck is that?’ you ask. 

You glance around again, half-thinking you’re being set up because there’s no fucking way the Kangs, drug overlords of Asan, sent this dumb goon to drop a package to you.

Have they been snorting their own low quality shit?

‘My first day,’ he says, like that’s gonna help redeem his big dumb self.

‘I’m supposed to be ok with you and your fucking training wheels?’ You shoot a glance at his chest, straining against his white shirt. ‘And your fucking training bra?’

He puts a hand over his chest. Big, like the rest of him.

‘I’m not wearing a bra,’ he says, hurt.

‘I’m not taking you shopping for one, baby girl,’’ you retort. You wave a hand. ‘Here, gimme that shit.’

You slip him the packet you’re meant to give him in return and put his package in your bag. 

‘Go back to wherever the fuck you came from,’ you say, dismissive. ‘Next time don’t ring that damn bell. You trying to call attention to us?’

You watch him cycle away. You’re not expecting to see him again, dumb goon will probably get himself killed before too long.

***

You’re on your phone, deciding what the fuck you want for dinner tonight when you hear the bike approach.

It stops inches from your foot.

You look up, and up a little more, because this guy is unfeasibly big. 

‘Still alive, huh,’ you say, somewhat impressed. 

It’s been two weeks since you saw him last, this big dumb guy. He’s wearing the same black suit he was wearing him last time, only this time he’s got rings on his fingers.

You give him points for style, he looks good for someone who’s a short step away from getting done by the po po. 

‘Hey,’ he says, voice warm, like you’re friends or some shit.

He leans forward a little, loses his balance a bit, and the bike slips forward. You get your foot out the way just in time.

Man’s a clumsy bitch. 

‘Got something for me big guy?’ you ask, raising an eyebrow, doing that face that makes these dumb gangster boys want to slap you and fuck you, in that order.

‘My name’s RM,’ he says. 

‘Good for you, baby,’ you say, dry as fuck. 

He passes you his package and takes your packet in return, slipping it into the inside pocket of his jacket.

‘What’s your name?’ he asks.

‘Don’t worry your big dumb head about my name,’ you say. 

He grins at you. 

Jesus, this big dumb baby has dimples, cute. Like an actual baby. 

You want to poke your finger into one. 

‘Go home, big guy.’

He shoots you another look as he pedals away, big legs working the pedals, trousers straining against his thick thighs. 

This fucking guy. 

***

The next drop, he doesn’t ring his damn bell or try to run over your foot. 

‘Why you always dressed like you going to prom?’ you mutter, passing him your packet.

He dimples at you. ‘Wanna be my date?’

‘I don’t date chum,’ you say, scathing.

His dimples deepen. 

‘Why do you keep staring at my thighs if you don’t wanna ride them?’ he asks.

You stop and look up at him. 

‘Stop towering over me, you goon,’ you say. ‘How’m I supposed to talk to a fucking skyscraper?’

‘I’m just saying there’s room,’ he says, smirk on his face. ‘If you want a ride.’

You don’t say yes, but you can’t bring yourself to say no, either.

‘Hey,’ you call after him. ‘Take the underpass. Cops were all over the main road earlier, a stabbing or some shit.’

He nods, thighs flexing as he accelerates. He rings his bell once, and then he’s off, swallowed by the dark.

***

You’re picking out sweets at the store, trying to decide on a lollipop flavour (colour?) when he walks up to you. 

‘I like cherry,’ he says. 

‘Didn’t ask,’ you reply, snide. You look up. 

Damn, this guy. 

He’s got his suit jacket slung over his shoulder, white shirt unbuttoned so far you can almost see his tits.

‘Don’t put your tits in my face, poke my eye out,’ you complain.

He acts like it wasn’t him who didn’t do his own buttons up.

He pays for your sweets, buys himself pop. 

‘Let me taste,’ he says, pointing his chin at your lollipop. 

You look at him and lick around your lollipop. 

He watches, avid, like he’s imagining you doing the same to his cock.

You pass it to him. 

His tongue flicks out and now you’re the one letting your imagination run away with you.

His arms and chest stretch that shirt out so nice.

He tilts your chin up, rolls the lollipop over your lower lip, coating it in sweet.

You blink up at him, open mouthed.

He has to lean down a lot to kiss you but he acts like it’s no big deal.

You guess he’s always been a big man.

His hand cups the back of your head, tilting your face so he can kiss you deep, taste the cherry flavour even though it’s almost gone.

You swallow, and he hums.

Then he’s pulling away, slipping the lollipop through the ‘o’ of your lips.

You blink, and then he’s no longer touching you.

‘See you next week, pretty girl.’

***

You’re thinking of the big dumb goon who kisses like he’s got the dick game to back it up. 

Like he can take his time with you, slow.

RM, he’d said his name was. 

Speak of the devil. 

He rolls up next to you on his bike, and you exchange packages so seamlessly it’s like you practiced it.

‘Hey,’ you say, holding out your hand. ‘Got this for you.’

He’s looking at your tits when he should be looking at your hand clasped in front of them, the dumbass.

He tilts his head. ‘Yeah?’ 

You reach out and clip the Hello Kitty light you picked up to his wire basket.

‘There. You can see where you’re going now.’

He looks at it for a moment, then he smiles. You can see the dimple flash in his cheek.

‘Cute. Like your ass,’ he says. He reaches into his pocket. 

‘I got something for you too.’

You think he’s gonna say his dick, he seems like that kind of guy. 

He pulls out a lollipop, unwraps it with his teeth, hands it to you.

‘Suck it for me,’ he says.

You pop it in your mouth, a sweet cherry burst on your tongue.

‘You want me to suck it for you?’ you ask, teasing.

‘Yeah.’ 

He shifts a little on his bike. You stare at the bulge of his cock as you suck.

‘Damn.’

He leans close, lips about to touch yours, when you hear a ‘hey!’

You pull him close, pull his big body over yours. His arms wrap around you, his hips cage you against the railing.

You lick your tongue into his mouth because you can, and then you turn to the cop who’s shouted.

‘Yeah?’ you say, like you’re bored when actually, you’re fucking thrilled because your big goon feels like he’s got a big dick to back himself. 

He’s not even fully hard and he feels like he could break you.

What a fucking way to go, impaled on your big goon’s monster cock.

‘Let’s go, baby,’ he says.

He pats the back of his bike saddle, and you realise there’s space for you behind him.

You hop on, and he puts those thick thighs to good use, pumping the pedals like pistons, carrying the both of you away on his dumb bike.

***

He looks pretty fucking good under you as you wriggle your ass in his lap.

You’ve got your hand in his thick fucking hair, tugging his head back.

His hard on’s trapped in his pants, you’re riding the ridge of it and he’s so hard and thick your clit’s in heaven.

You’re right there with her, your big dumb sexy goon’s gonna make you cream just with the promise of how big he is.

You gasp, bite down on his lip, and he says, shit, fuck, you gonna cum, already?

You’re most of the way there. His mouth on your tit makes the pleasure explode. He sucks like he wants to milk you dry. 

Who knew this guy was so clever with his tongue?

You aren’t ashamed to say you need more.

‘Show me your dick,’ you pant.

He unzips, yanks all that shit down, and you could cry.

He’s so big he could split you in half, cock standing straight up, pre-cum sticky on his head.

You want to suck him like those cherry lollipops he buys you but you can’t fit all of him in.

You want him to stretch you everywhere.

You almost cream again when he slaps his dick on your cheek.

You’re pathetic, whiny, needy for his cock.

‘Come on,’ he grunts. ‘Let me stretch you, s’not gonna fit otherwise.’

He works two fingers into you, and you ride his hand like it’s fucking Magic Mountain.

He says, ‘fuck,’ and he grabs your ass, tight.

He works another finger into you, fingering you hard, fast.

He flattens you on his stupid ass futon and still you spread your legs because you’re gonna take this man or die trying.

Death by dick.

He’s spurting pre-cum now, groaning as he rolls the condom on.

How’d he find one big enough?

He dribbles spit onto your pussy, even though you’re plenty wet, you can hear yourself.

He pushes the head of his cock against your cunt.

He’s so big it stings. You’re trying to take him, breathing out slow.

He’s holding still, you can’t tell if there’s more stretch to come or not. 

‘You in, baby?’ you ask.

‘Just the tip,’ he says, he sounds strained.

You lift your hips, trying to take more of him.

‘Fuck.’

He pushes in a bit more, a bit more, a bit more and then he’s all the way in, so deep you can feel his dick on the back of your throat it feels like.

There’s so much pressure, your pussy feels so fucking full of his cock.

He nudges in a little more.

‘There you go, take it, baby,’ he groans. ‘Fucking take it.’

Your clit’s throbbing, your cunt putting out more juices to ease the slide. 

He flicks your nipples, tugging, cupping handfuls of your tits, acting like they were made for his entertainment.

He pulls back and thrusts again. 

‘S’good,’ you slur, but really you have no idea what the fuck you’re saying.

All you know is he’s fucking you just right and this big beautiful dimpled goon’s gonna make you squirt all over him.

He probably makes girls squirt all the time, packing what he’s packing.

You’re breathless as he pistons into you, you can hear yourself gasping. 

‘There,’ he grunts. ‘Make me wet, pretty girl.’

He grabs your tit, squeezing as he speeds up.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You scream as you gush all over him, you’re too fucking loud but your man doesn’t give a shit.

‘Yeah, fuck,’ he groans, deep. 

He pulls out, rips off the condom, stroking himself fast, hard.

Your mouth is open from your orgasm, he takes it as an invitation to cum, spurting his spunk all over your tongue, your bottom lip.

His aim is shit.

Cum drips over your tits, you don’t hate it, especially when he puts his big hand in it and spreads it over your tits.

He falls asleep on you.

You’d kinda known you’d like the weight of him.

***

You wake up to him wiping a damp cloth over your tits.

‘Made a mess,’ he says, tongue in his cheek, the big dumb baby.

‘Do it again,’ you say. 

‘Yeah,’ he says. ‘Now?’

He’s hard again, you can feel him like a third leg against your cunt.

‘Yeah, now.’

‘Wait,’ he says. ‘What’s your name?’

‘Make me breakfast in the morning and I’ll tell you.’

‘Yeah, ok,’ he promises. ‘You like eggs?’

©hamsterclaw 2022

[munsonssub]

Lets take a ride. Eddie Munson x fem!reader

A/N; literally wrote this in three hours so if it sucks im sorry, not proof read also. ALSO no one can tell me eddie wouldnt ride a motorcycle bc if you think he wouldnt youre wrong also please let me know what you think. I’m not used to posting my writing so I need feedback

Summary: you’ve had enough, being a triple senior, losing your dad, and your mom blaming you for anything, you need an escape, luckily eddie can do that for you.

warnings: swearing, mentions of death, mentions of a slight panic attack, sexual innuendoes (MINORS GO AWAY) 

word count: 2368. (whoops)

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It was a normal day, sorta, you had a rough morning, like usual, no big surprise. Your mom had been meaner than usual, which is fair, you ran out another one of her boyfriends with your attitude, or at least that’s what she yelled at you this morning before you left for school.

What ever doesn’t matter anymore, you thought to yourself as you pushed the door open at Hawkins high. Maybe this year, your third senior year at Hawkins you’d finally graduate. You weren’t alone in your third year though, one other, who you were almost too much like, was there also. Eddie Munson, the metal head cult leader, freak as many of your peers called him, was also on his third year. Which didn’t surprise you.

Honestly you wish you had the same excuses as him, smoking pot, not really giving a fuck, just enjoying existing. But instead, you had a dead dad and a bad attitude and an alarming number of fights with teachers that landed you here.

Surprisingly you hadn’t been handed the title of a freak yet, loser, yes. But freak? Nope. You liked metal music and dressed more punk than your peers would like, but you kept to yourself, which also left you with the name bitch. Not wanting to entertain conversations with anyone you felt alone, but that’s okay, that’s how you wanted to be. But today, God today, you wish you had someone, anyone really that you could talk to.

The day went by slow, the need and urge for something more eating at you, not letting its ugly head hide. Maybe just maybe you could find something to give you the rush you need.

Maybe I could jump into the river, or play chicken on the highway. You thought. Just as you exit the building you hear the roar of a motorcycle to your left, glancing over you see him, Eddie Munson in all is dumb, cute long-haired glory, wearing a Dio shirt, ripped jeans, his trusty leather jacket and combat boots. He’s standing over a Yamaha Virago, showwing it off to his friends. You can hear parts of their conversations.

“So, this is what you’ve been doing with your cut from the hide out gigs?” one of them asks as Eddie nods and then starts on a spiel about how long it took and what year the bike was. 1984, dude its so cool, only took like fours months to save for with both gigs.

That, that’s what you need, some adrenaline from a risky bike ride. You thought, mustering up the courage you walk over, pocketing your car keys you had already grabbed out.

“Hey Munson!” you shout as you get closer, his friends turning to look at you as Eddies eyes widen.

“L/N, to what do I owe the pleasure of you finally talking to me after all these years?” Eddie smirked. Looking you up and down, checking out your black jeans, the chains hanging and the Metallica shirt you had just gotten.

“Was wondering if you’d be up for having a backpack for a cruise? Like the bike by the way, my dad had a Yamaha too.” You cringe, not meaning to bring up your father. Eddie eyes you for a second before nodding.

“Right now, sweetheart?” he pats the handle bar and smiles at you.

“Uh,” you freeze, you weren’t actually expecting him to say yes. “How about later, before sunset? if you’re free. I have my car here and if it isn’t home by four my mother will lose her mind.” You level with him.

“Sure, thing sweetheart, wanna meet me at the arcade for seven thirty? Also make sure you wear your boots and leather jacket, can’t have you getting hurt if we go sideways.” He straightened out and walks towards you, his hand out ready for you to shake, you take it and try not to shiver at the feeling of his hand in yours.

“Sir yes sir, ill bring my helmet too. Seven thirty. See you then Munson.” You let his hand go and wave bye as you walk away, trying to calm the sudden rush of breath.

You get home, thankfully your mom isn’t there. Three and a half hours to kill, you could do that easily, considering it would take you a half hour to walk to the arcade anyways. You go up to your room, putting in the new Dio album on and laying out your home work.

Two hours pass easily, you’re done the work you needed to get done, ate some dinner and now you’re looking for your helmet, your dad bought it for you just before he died. Telling you he was gonna teach you to ride his bike so you could take it when he fell sick. Annoyingly though you mother sold it for money that she owed one of her ‘friends’.You’d gotten over it quickly, knowing she would’ve sold it anyways before you could get your hands on it. Finally locating the black helmet, you smiled to yourself, mentally highfiving yourself as you stood and walked out of the garage.

6:45. The clock read as you walked past, quickly setting down your helmet you ran upstairs to grab your jacket and boots. Writing out a note for your mom that you left tacked to the fridge before you pulled on your boots and jacket and grabbed your helmet, locking the door you started your trek to the arcade.

The walk went by easily enough, your nerves hitting you just as you round the corner to the arcade and see Eddie standing by his bike, a lit cigarette in his mouth as he talked to kids you recognized from his DND club. Shaking your arms, you let out a shaky breath and gather the courage to finish the walk to him.

“Munson.” You nod your head as you get closer, a slight smile on your lips even though you feel like puking. He quickly says goodbye to the kids and turns towards you.

“L/N! you came! Hope you’re ready for the ride of your life sweetheart,” He winked at you. You lightly scoff and put your helmet on. Eddie does the same before straddling the bike and kicking up the stand. “c’mon sweet thing.” He gives you a gentle smile, seeming to notice your nerves.

“Better treasure this Munson, it’s the only time you’ll be in between my thighs.” You say as you get on behind him.

“Oh honey, I wouldn’t say that just yet.” He winks at you as you put your arms around him and he starts the bike.

You ride around town for thirty minutes before he stops at a stop sign, leaning back, which causes you to sit up a bit. He pus his hands on your thighs, patting a beat to a song that must be stuck in his head.

“What do you say to leaving town? I know a place.” He yells over the engine noise from the bike.

“If you think you’re taking me to skull rock you are sorely mistaken. Not making out with you there.” You reply.

“Sweet thing, I don’t have to take you to skull rock to get you to make out with me,” He smirks. “that’s not a no. you ready for some speed?” he pats your thigh again before you nodded against his back. He leaned down and you followed. Keeping your hold around his waist as he took a turn out of town.

You slowly gained speed as you drove out of town, towards the unknown location. You yelled for him to go faster once you hit the open road hoping he heard you. The only indication he did was the bike getting louder as you took off, squeezing him you lifted off of him a bit to watch the sunset and the scenery passing you by. You don’t know where you’re going but honestly you don’t care. He could murder you for all you care right now. Would make this shit easier you think as you hit a clearing with no trees.

Suddenly its too much, your emotions suddenly hitting their peak, all the dread and depression you’ve been holding in, falling out, you could feel tear start to come down your face, a sob escaping your mouth as you clutch tighter to Eddie. The speed and noise suddenly setting off all your alarms.

You can feel him shift down and start to slow down, pulling off onto a look out, you don’t even know when you went up the glorified hill, which locals would call a mountain, but you could see all of Hawkins. Signalling it was good for you to get off Eddie pat your hands the were clutching to him. You quickly let go before putting you hands on his shoulders and pulling yourself off the bike. The first thing you did when you got off was rip your helmet off and throw it at the ground before covering your face with your hands and screaming.

You could hear Eddie get off the bike and turn it off before the soft sound of boots crunching gravel hit. Your hands were still on your face when you felt him hug you, one arm around your waist and the other coming up to the back of your head. He held you for a moment while another sob wracked your body, you took your hands off your face before slipping them around him and shoving yourself into his chest more.

“Hey, sweet thing shh you’re okay, hey can you take a deep breath for me? Just one? C’mon sweets.” Eddie cooed into your hair, his hand rubbing the back of your head.

You feel yourself nodding before slightly pushing off of him, looking up at him, catching his eyes that are full of concern.

“Copy me Y/N c’mon,” he takes a deep breath that you copy, you panicked breathing calming as you keep breathing with him. “There yah go sweets, nice and calm for me huh? Good girl.”

Your breath hitches with him saying that, a blush hitting your cheeks.

“Fuck I am so sorry, I don’t know what happened, I was fine then fuck man. This is embarrassing.” You shake your head pushing yourself away from him and sitting on the ground at the edge of the look out.

“Why would it be embarrassing?” he asks you, coming to sit beside you, knees bent and his arms resting on them.

“Because fuck I don’t know?! You’re so fucking cool and metal and you probably think I’m a fucking poser siting over here crying over nothing important like a goddamn drama queen.” You glower, laying flat on you back to look at the now night sky. Not noticing is face heating up with your compliments

“Drama queen? Lil bit. Poser? Fucking never, actually wanna know something funny?” he lays down beside you, on his side and resting his head in his hand.

“Sure Munson, humour me for ruining the cruise.” You say as you turn your head to now look at him.

“I have wanted to talk to you for months, no scratch that, years, but I was always scared,” you accidentally cut him off with a laugh. He jokingly glares at you before pushing your arm. “Yeah, yeah laugh, but honestly Y/N, I’ve been so scared to talk to you because you have this sick aura about you, you don’t give a shit, about what anyone says, and I know I don’t either but honestly I kinda do, why do you think I do shit just to get reactions.” He pauses and you readjust, copying his position.

“But you god you, you fucking intimidate me, I felt like I was gonna die when you walked up to me earlier, then you asked to go for ride and I swear I thought I had died and gone to heaven.” He looks into your eyes finally as you smile at him.

“Can I level with you?” you asked honestly.

“Always sweet thing.”

“I’ve wanted to talk to you for a while too, just walk up and strike up a conversation with you about bands or anything really, but I always chickened out because I have a lot of baggage and didn’t wanna scare you off.”

“Oh, sweet thing, nothing you could do could scare me off.” He smirks, a sweet smile starting to grow on his lips. You felt your heart jump into your throat and a blush start on your cheeks. With out thinking much you leaned forward, smashing your lips against his.

It takes a minute for him to start kissing you back but when he does the kisses intensity is dialed to eleven, you hand finds his face as he pushes your shoulder back with his and is climbing on top of you, slotting himself between your thighs.

“Told you id get between your thighs again.” He smirks as he breaks the kiss, a scoff leaves your throat before you are pulling him back down again.

Things started to escalate quickly, a moan leaving your lips and he pushed his hips against yours. Your hands pushing the bandana he had on off his head so you could grab his hair as he let out a hiss at you pulling it, you didn’t want to stop, honestly, you’d let him do anything he wants to you if he asked. But you knew you had to, it was already probably past your curfew and you already knew you be in shit when you got home, so reluctantly you disconnected your lips. Only to have him immediately start kissing down your neck, making you moan.

“Eds, eds, baby we gotta stop, you gotta take me home.” You sigh as he groans against your neck.

“You sure sweet thing? Could take you back to my place.” He smirks lifting himself off you.

“Tempting, but my moms already gonna have my head because I’m out so late.” You pat his chest as e helps you off the ground.

“Okay L/N, but we are continuing this tomorrow after school.” He smiles and he grabs your helmet and puts it on for you.

“Gladly Munson.”

[violetscavern]

hello! :3

i wanted to request something for ghost x fem!reader where the reader lives in a cottage in the forest and has the cottagecore aesthetic and ghost is her boyfriend which of course ghost looks so intimidating😭 so you would guess a girl like the reader is dating someone like him (i also think he would look so out of place since he’s living in the cottage LMAO) so i was wondering if you could write just like a day in their life :3 (and maybe ghost stopping by to say hi and see how the readers doing while she’s managing her stand in the farmers market she goes to🥹) im just a sucker for domestic fics

i hope i made sense and i would love to see what you do with this! <33333

have an amazing day/night :)

Awee this is so adorable!!

Cottage Core Ghost x !fem reader

fluff

The first thing I hear in the morning is the light drum of rain against my window. I ruffle my white bedsheets as I sit up, rubbing my eyes sleepily as glancing out the window.

Its days like this where I’m glad i decided to move from the city . The bustle of the urban area is nice for some time being, but after a while it gets overwhelming (too many people and not enough room). I prefer to stay in quaint and secluded estates, thats why I made the decision to move to a cottage in the forest with my boyfriend Ghost.

Ghost and I are what you call an unlikely pair. The shock I see on most peoples faces when they witness us together is almost comical. He’s a 6 foot 2, 200 pound muscular guy with a major resting bitch face and I’m a smaller girl who wears floral dresses and works at a farmers market. Our aesthetics never really did match, but he seemed to like it that way.

My Ghost how I miss him. He’s always off on missions and business trips for at least 5 days at a time (maybe more) , so when I see him its a shock. His thing is not tell me when he’s coming back, and if my calculations are right it could be any day now.

I lay back in my bed and let my head go limp on my fluffy paper white pillow. My room is what i’d describe as tranquil - with plants hanging from the corners of the walls and lights illuminating my sheer pink curtains. I grasp the pillow next to me and cuddle it between my legs. ‘baby could you take any longer?’I think as I rest lazily in bed.

Thats when i hear it. A creak on the hardwood and a rustle at the door, accompanied by what sounds like a bad attempt at tip-toeing because he’s too damn big. It’s definitely him.

I spring up out of the bed and rush out of my door, down the hall and stumble into my living room. There he was in all his glory, my boyfriend of three years, “Ghost !!!” I squeal as I leap into his muscular arms that are already open for me. “Hi princess” He embraces me in a almost suffocating bear hug, and greets me with the low voice I’ve craved “Baby i’m so sorry I took longer than expected.” he reasons “so much came up I’m sorry I took a week”.

I dont think you’ve ever seen his eyes look that sad as he lowers me and picks up his duffel bags in defeat. “It’s okayyy Ghost I understand. Your work is important” I reassure. “But you must have been so worried” he furrows his brows in response and looks down. “y/n whatever you wanna do today, I’ll do it in a heartbeat. Consider this my apology”. I perk up at this statement, already knowing what I’m gonna do. “anything?” “anything.”

I yank my gentle giant by the wrist, and drag him out the door. “Where are you taking me y/n? you sure seem eager” He chuckles as I lead him outside to a pair of matching blue bikes. A bike ride to the local farmers market is fairly short, and the reward even better. My job is one of my happy places. I feel like an angel in heaven being surrounded by all my favorite plants and vegetables while being the ceo of my own stand.

I hand my intimidating giant of a boyfriend an apron and say “you’re gonna help me with sales today”. He nods in compliance and takes the space to my right.

“Bless your heart Ghost, but you’re literally customer repellent” I remark as I prepare to ride my bike home against the approaching night. “okay well in my defense,” he puts his hands up “everyone was scared of me and I have no idea why” “I think it’s because of your height, but the way nobody came is kinda hilarious” I joke as I begin to peddle alongside my partner.

When we get inside, we immediately slump over the couch. Ignoring our stickiness, we turn on the tv and watch whatever entertaining thing is on. My boyfriend wraps his strong arms around me and starts drawing soft lines up and down my back. he whispers in my ear “I’ve missed you so much y/n. You truly have no idea” simultaneously placing small kisses on my forehead and neck, and I close my eyes peacefully. Glad he’s finally home.

[kaunis-sielu]

My Girl

You loved working at the local children’s clinic. Not something that you ever thought that you’d say, a hospital isn’t exactly known for being a good time. But you liked your coworkers, you liked helping the families and you liked getting to see the kids that came in. You also liked getting to meet the volunteers that came in, the only thing that you didn’t like was the location. You were in a little strip mall type building, all of the businesses have separate front and back entrances but are all connected to each other. The clinic is on the end of the building, right next to the gym, the one that was owned by a man named Peter Quill.

The day you’d started he’d noticed you getting out of your car. Unfortunately, your office required you to dress in business professional which meant heels, a pencil skirt, blouse and suit jacket. He’d wolf whistled at you as he’d unlocked the door to his own business, Starlord Gym, and you’d pointedly ignored him. He’d taken to coming into the clinic a day every week and flirting with you until you could be rescued by a phone call or client coming into the clinic.

Then you’d met him, Steve Rogers. He’d brought in a little girl with red hair and blue eyes. She’d fallen while he’d been babysitting for his friends and when her head kept bleeding he’d hustled her to the closest hospital, well, clinic.

You’d gotten her checked in, Mara Barton was a patient of yours, and the doctor had taken care of the cut. Steve had even paid in full for the appointment,

“It’s my fault that she fell in the first place.” He’d told you looking guilty, “We were playing tag and she tripped on a blanket.”

“It happens, you’d be surprised the number of playing accidents that happen every day. She’ll bounce back just fine.” You glance over at the little girl who was looking at a book, before whispering, “I’ve found that ice cream can heal all wounds.” He laughs softly,

“I’ve heard that too. Thank you.”

You’d continued to run into Steve over the next few weeks. At your favorite ice cream place where you’d found him with Mara and her parents, the grocery store then your favorite take out place.

“Are you following me Mr. Rogers?” You ask him with a little smile so that he knows you’re teasing him.

“I was going to ask you the same thing.” He says with that easy smile of his. “Are you new to the area?”

“I am, sort of.” You tell him, “I used to live on the south side but when I broke up with my ex I wanted to live closer to my family.”

“Well you clearly have great taste in take out.” He says gesturing to the food in your hand.

“I like to think so.”

“Maybe, you’d like to do some dessert after? It’s a nice night out, we could go to the park and eat?” He asks rubbing the back of his neck.

“That sounds great.” You tell him with a smile, “You wanna ride together?”

“Sure, we can take my bike if you’re comfortable with that.” He offers and you nod, you’ve never been on a motorcycle before but you’ve always wanted to. “I just need to pay for my food,” a group of people come into the small store and the space suddenly feels far too small.

“I can meet you outside?” You offer and you think he can see the discomfort on your face because Steve gives you a little smile and nod and you slip out the doors breathing a sigh of relief.

“Well, well, what a nice little surprise this is.” Your heart sinks, you know that voice but god you wish you didn’t.

“Peter, hi.” You say flatly as he looks you up and down.

“You’re lookin’ good today, so sexy.”

“No. Peter. Stop.” You say tiredly, you’ve had enough.

“No? I can’t compliment you?”

“You know what? No. You can’t. A compliment is something like, ‘oh, I like your shoes’ or ‘how you did your hair is nice’. What you’re doing is harassment. Especially because I’ve told you I don’t like it and to stop, please, please stop.”

“Wow, you’re a real fucking bitch huh?”

“Yea, hundred percent.” You agree and he glares at you as the door opens behind you,

“Hey Babe?” Steve says and when your anxious gaze meets his calm one you know that he knows exactly how uncomfortable you are.

“Is it cool if we stop and at Clint and Nat’s? I wanna check in on my favorite little pip squeak.” He says strolling over to you.

“Yea that’s fine.”

“The fuck is this?” Peter asks looking furious, “you told me you didn’t have a boyfriend.”

“Last time you asked, technically I didn’t.” Steve throws his arm over your shoulders and presses a quick kiss to the crown of your head,

“Everything okay here Sweetheart?” He drawls and you nod, for some reason you don’t think it’s a good idea for Steve to know what Peter has said. “Good. We should get goin’ then.” He guides you away from Peter but stops and removes his arm from your shoulders then takes the three steps it takes him to crowd Peter’s space.

“Oh, and if you ever talk to my woman like that again, you even look at her funny I’ll make life real uncomfortable for you. I know who you are, and you know who I am, so you know I’m not fuckin’ around.” He growls and your heart skips a beat, you didn’t know that he could make that noise and that it would be so sexy.

“Yea, I do but does she?” Peter asks looking far too pleased for your liking. When Steve doesn’t say anything Peter grins, “I’ll take that as a no. You gonna show her your real colors Cap?”

Steve lets out a low growl then turns away from Peter and his eyes soften when they lock on yours. You give him a small smile as he walks back toward you, but you can see some worry in his eyes.

“Sorry Sweetheart, ready to go?”

“Yea,” You tell him taking his hand. Steve looks surprised for a second but then gives you a smile and leads you to his bike.

“I only have one helmet so I’m gonna have you wear it. We can stop back at my place real quick if you don’t mind to grab my spare.” He says, you are going to ask him what Peter was talking about but not now. When you get to his bike he opens the seat and tucks both of your meals into the space then passes you the helmet. “You’re sure you wanna do this?”

“I am curious about what you meant with Peter earlier about he knows who you are? And he called you Cap?”

“I’m the leader of a biker club.” He says quickly, like he’s ripping off a bandaid.

“Oh. Okay.” You tell him tugging on the helmet, when he looks at you in surprise you freeze, “what?”

“That’s it?”

“I mean, yes?”

“You’re not concerned that I’m in a gang or something?”

“Should I be?” You ask raising one eyebrow and Steve laughs before taking your hand and pressing a kiss to the palm.

“Oh Sweetheart, you’re gonna keep me on my toes and I cannot wait.” He tells you with a grin.

“You plan on keeping me around?”

“Oh, hell yes I do.” He says before kissing you soundly, his hands bump the side of the helmet as he kisses you. “Hope that’s okay with you?” He murmurs before your gaze meets his again.

“I think I’ll manage.” You tell him brightly and he laughs again then swings a leg over his bike and offers you a hand to get on. He presses another kiss to your palm then revs the engine before pulling out of the parking lot. Oh yes, you’ll manage just fine.

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"Guys!" Dustin ran into the bathroom where Mike and el where. Mike and el both quickly jumped back. "It's Lucas! I think he's in trouble" he said panting both kids quickly ran out of the bathroom. "Do you remember how he said he was looking for the gate?" Dustin asked grabbing the walkie from my hands "yeah" Mike nodded his head "what If he found if?" Dustin stated. Lucas's shouts could be heard from the radio. "What's he saying?" Mike asked grabbing the walkie from Dustin's hands.

"I don't know, he's way out of range" Dustin sighed "...son of a bitch!" Lucas shouted "Lucas, if you can hear us, slow down. We can't understand you." Mike said "yes I copy! do you?" Lucas yelled "they know about eleven! Get out of there! they know about eleven!" He warned "the bad men are coming! All of them! Do you hear me? The bad men are coming!" "Mad hen?" "Does that mean anything to you?" Dustin asked. I rolled my eyes "the bad men he said the bad men" I groaned. "Shit! Stay here!" Mike sat the walkie talkie onto the table and ran upstairs. Dustin followed behind him leaving me and el alone.

"The bad men are here?" El asked "I dunno" I shrugged my shoulders "m'scared" she mumbled. "Hey" I placed my hand on her shoulder "i'll protect you, and you have your powers too. Nothing will happen to you. I won't let anything happen to you" I said softly. She nodded her head and hugged me.

"We've gotta go! we've gotta go!" Mike shouted as he ran back down the stairs. I jumped up and el followed behind us. We ran outside and we hopped on our bikes well el rode with Mike since she doesn't own a bike and probably doesn't know how to ride one. A group of men started to walk towards us, one man the man that lead them was an older looking man contrary to the others, he looked like he was at most in his fifty's maybe late forty's while the others looked at least thirty.

He stared directly at el, they both stared at each other until Dustin yelled "go, go, go, go, go,go!!" all of the men started to run towards their vans as soon as we zoomed off. I could hear the engines start and their tires screeching as we rode farther and farther away. "Oh my god, Oh my god. Oh my god oh my god oh my god" Dustin repeated as he finally found a road . "Dustin! Dustin, do you copy?" Lucas yelled over the radio.

"Yeah! Lucas they're on us!" Dustin shouted "where are you?" Lucas asked "Cornwallis!" Dustin said "meet me at elm and cherry!"

"Copy. Elm and cherry!" Dustin shouted, "okay!" We started to cut through someone's yard. We cut onto a street, I quickly turned my head around to see the vans. "Shit" i muttered "this way come on!" Mike said, turning into someone's yard.

We passed by a couple girl playing, "out of the way!" Dustin shouted at the girls. Both girls quickly jumped back and stared at Dustin like he was crazy.

We finally made it to Lucas "Lucas!" Mike said as Lucas stopped in front of us "where are they?" Lucas asked. "I..I dunno." Mike stammered "I think we lost them!" Dustin stated. We heard tires screeching and we all quickly snapped our heads towards the source of the sound. "Go, go, go, go!" Mike screamed. We all  started to peddle as fast as we could. "Go, go, go. Faster faster!" Mike continued to shout "shit! Shit shit! Shit shit!"

Suddenly a van turns a corner and was now was in front of us. "F-fuck!" I shouted Dustin began to yell as the van got closer and closer to us. Suddenly the van is now launched into the air and is flying over us. "Holy shit!" I muttered as the van smashed on the ground behind us. Someone was definitely dead.

We pulled up to the junk yard we were just at a couple days ago. "Holy...holy shit! Did you see what she did to that van?" Dustin stuttered  "no, Dustin we missed it" Mike said Sarcastically "I mean that- that was.." Dustin stammered "awesome" Lucas panted finishing Dustin's sentence. El turned around towards us she had a horrible nose bleed. "It was awesome" Lucas grinned, he walked over to el and kneeled down next to El. "Everything I said about you being a traitor and stuff...I-I was wrong" he panted. I smiled Lucas finally, he finally realized that el being here wasn't replacing will. She stared at him her face softening "I'm sorry" he sighed. He placed his hand on her shoulder "friends.." She stuttered "friends don't lie" she said softly "I'm sorry too" she added. "Me too" Mike added in both of them turned their heads towards mike, Mike held out his hand and Lucas quickly stood up and shook his hand. "Me too, Lucas I'm so sorry" I said standing in front of him. "I'm sorry to y/n" he sighed, I quickly hugged the boy.

➪➪➪

"This is Randolph road, right here." Lucas ran his finger down into a line in the ground. "The fence starts here, and goes all the way around" he points to the circle we made out of sticks we found. "And this is the lab right here." He placed a can in the middle "the gates gotta be in there somewhere" he said.

We all stood in a circle "It's gotta be." Lucas stated "well, who owns Hawkins lab?" Dustin asked "the sign says "department of energy"" Lucas said. "Department of energy? What do you think that means?" Dustin asked "it means government. Military" Mike stated "why does it say energy?" I asked "just trust me, alright? It's military. My dad's told me before" Mike said. "Mikes right. There's soldiers out front" Lucas said. "Do they make, like, lightbulbs or something?" Dustin asked I rolled my eyes "your so stupid you know that?" I muttered as i elbowed him in the side "shut up" Dustin mumbled elbowing me back. "They make weapons" mike rolled his eyes at my brothers stupidity, "to fight the Russians and commies and stuff" added "weapons" Lucas stated I furrowed my eyebrows. Dustin gasped "oh, Jesus this is bad"

"Really bad. The place is like a fortress" Lucas sighed "what do we do then?" I asked "I dunno but we can't go home we're fugitives now" Mike said. "G-guys do you hear that?" Dustin stuttered. We all looked up when we heard helicopters. We spotted an helicopter, "shit" we quickly started to stuff our bikes under a bus. "Go, go go!" Mike shouted "its Stuck" Dustin grumbled "here!" I pushed the bike under.

We all quickly ran into the bus. "Get down!" Lucas panted. We quickly ducked down into the seats as the helicopter flew overhead. Shit it hit me I promised I'd meet Steve, Carol and Tommy at 2 "Guys" I mumbled "I've gotta go" I said "wait why?!" Mike asked "I promised I'd meet Steve" I sighed. "Your gonna leave to meet your boyfriend?!" Dustin asked "I promised guys, I'll see you guys later" I said as I quickly ran out of the bus and collected my bike.

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I rode up to a gas station where I was, steve had his face in his hands his face was all bruised and bloody. "Steve!" I gasped as I ran up to him. "Y/n, your late" He sighed "I'm sorry I was watching my brother" I caressed his cheek. "What happened?" I asked "he got his ass beat by Jonathan Byers!" Carol laughed "oh Steve, what did you do?" I sighed.

"Nothing I did nothing" he mumbled. "Hey." Tommy walked out and threw a bottle of aspirin to Steve "you owe me a dollar twenty" he handed Steve a can of coke. "Don't worry, he'll need more than aspirin when we're done with him" they were going to beat the shot out of Jonathan, he might've been able to beat Steve to a pulp but he wouldn't be able to handle tommy and his friends. "Yeah I'd the creep ever gets out the cops should just lock him up forever" Carol scoffed "he's in jail?" I asked my eyebrows knitted together "well they arrested, you should've saw the look on his face!" Carol exclaimed "oh" Carol punched at Tommy's chest. Tommy chuckled while Steve groaned, "hey it's not that bad" I smiled "just a busted lip and a couple scrap's it looks worse than it is" I pressed a kiss to Steve none bruised cheek. "You'll heal up in a couple days" he gave me a weak smile. "He probably had that same look whenever he killed his brother. Right?" Tommy laughed. My eyes widened and my vision went red , I couldn't do it I might've been able to almost hurt Lucas but I wouldn't be able to take on Tommy. I had to calm down. "Oh god i just got an image of him making that face while he and Nancy are screwing" Carol laughed.

"Carol for once in your life, shut your damn mouth!" Steve shouted "what?" Carol turned towards Steve her eyebrows knitted together. "Hey what's your problem man?" Steve turned his head towards both of them "your both assholes! That's my problem" he hopped of the trunk of the car. "Are you serious right now man?" Tommy asked "yeah I'm serious you shouldn't have done that" Steve rolled his eyes as he grabbed my hand And pushed passed Tommy. "Done what?" Tommy asked "you know what" Steve said letting go of my hand.

"You mean call her out for what she really is?" Tommy asked getting up into Steve's face. "Not just that" Steve muttered "you fucking convinced me to cheat on my girlfriend, you shit on her for months" "Oh that's funny because I don't remember you asking me to stop" Tommy got closer to his face "I should've shoved that spray paint right down your throat" Steve said in a low voice"what the hell steve?" Steve turned towards her "you know, neither of you ever cared about her. You never even liked her" he pointed towards me  "because she's not miserable like you two she actually cares about other people." he shouted.

"You didn't have to cheat on her, you chose to! And It's not like she wasn't going to fuck you moment you asked her anyways. That just shows she's a slut!" I furrowed my eyebrows at least I wasn't like her cheating on her boyfriend every chance she got. "I told you to watch your mouth!" Steve shouted as he lunged towards her "hey!" Tommy pushed Steve into the car door. "I don't know what's gotten into you man, but you don't talk to her that way" Tommy shouted "get out of my face!" Steve pushed him back.

God Steve was going to get his ass beat again. "Or what!" Tommy grabbed Steve by his collar and pushed him against the car. "Or what? You gonna fight me now, too? Huh? You gonna fight me now to?" Steve tried to get out of Tommy's grip but continued to struggle. "Because you couldn't take Jonathan byers so I wouldn't recommend that" he whispered.

"Get the fuck off him!" Shouted "and what are you gonna do?" He let go of Steve and started to walk toward me. "Don't touch her" Steve said "no she wants to fight, what are you gonna do about it?" He tried to grab me but I quickly pushed him away from me and kicked him in the crotch. "Shit" he grunted, as he was still taken aback i quickly punched him. He stumbled back "shit what the fuck" he muttered. "I said don't touch him, I think you should take my advise next time" i muttered as I pushed past him. "Let's go Steve" i muttered as I walked over to the passenger side.

"Why did you do that? You could've gotten hurt" Steve grabbed my hand as he drove off. "I don't know. I think I'm going crazy" i muttered "what do you mean?" He asked his face covered in concern "I'm- I almost beat the shit out of Lucas a couple nights ago, I just get so mad I like black out" I sighed "Lucas?" Steve asked "yeah one of Dustin's friends" I said "oh" Steve mumbled. "I almost beat a twelve year old up, I punched you, and I just punched tommy. I've gone crazy" I sighed. "I don't know if that kid deserved it but I do know that Tommy and I deserved it" he sighed.

"Your not going crazy" he pressed a kiss on top of my hand. "What'd you do to get Jonathan so pissed off?"I asked "I've known him since I was eleven and I've never even seen him raise his voice" I added. "I might've spray painted 'Nancy the slut wheeler' on the movie theaters sign" he sighed. "My god Steve" I groaned, "Your such and asshole you know that?" I asked "yeah" he sighed. "Your gonna go clean that up" i sighed "what?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows "your going to clean it up let's go" I rolled my eyes.

We pulled up to the movie theater where the owner stood on a ladder trying to wipe the paint off of the sign. "Need a hand?" Steve asked the owner turned his Attention to Steve "did you have something to do with this?" He asked. "I just...i wanna help." Steve sighed. The owner started down the ladder and towards Steve. Steve took off he jacket, and handing it to me before grabbing the rag from the owner "all yours" he said before walking back into the building.

Steve started up the ladder, "don't hurt yourself steve!" I shouted. He rolled his eyes "I'm not! Go sit in the car. The keys are in the jacket" I sighed before making my way back to the car.

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I sat in Steve's bed while I held an ice pack up to his face. "Y/n? Are you there? over" I heard mikes voice come from my backpack. I always kept a walkie-talkie with me just in case. It was easy to reach them if they were out playing. I groaned and grabbed the walkie from my back pack. "Yeah I'm here" I said "we need your help! Their here" he whispered "shit" I muttered "I'll be there in a second." I quickly stuffed the walkie talkie into my bag. "Steve I gotta go, the kids needs me" I sighed. "Do you need me to drive you?" Steve asked, I quickly shook my head. I couldn't bring him into this, if he died or got hurt I would do nothing but blame myself. "I'm going to ride my bike" I said. His eyebrows quickly knitted together "what about your car?" He asked "still grounded Steve" I groaned. "I'll see you later" I pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I'll come over later, spend the night with you" he said as I walked out of the room.

I quickly hopped on my bike a rode as fast as I could towards the junk yard. "Hey kid!" I quickly turned my head towards the voice, it was hopper. "Get in my car" I furrowed my eyebrows "what?" I asked "get in I'm going to get your brother just get in" he begged. "Ok ok" I sighed as I got off my bike, I quickly put my bike in the back of his car. He quickly drove to the area, "stay here" he said grabbing his gun out of his pocket. I sighed I didn't want to piss off the chief so I just stayed in the car,

About twenty minutes later he arrived with the four kids. "Y/n!" They all hopped into the back seats, "are you guys alright? I'm so sorry I left you guys, Steve got his ass beat, and almost got his ass beat again by Tommy h" I sighed "y/n we're fine" Mike rolled his eyes playfully. "Who beat up Steve" dustin asked "Jonathan" i chuckled. Dustin grinned "really?" He asked "really" I nodded.

As we pulled up to the Byers house Joyce, Jonathan. and Nancy all ran out of the house. we all Piled out of the car "Mike. Oh my god. Mike!" Nancy quickly ran up to her younger brother engulfing him in a hug  "I was so worried about you" she said "yeah, um...me too" he said quietly. "Is that my dress?" She asked staring at el. the younger boys, hopper, and Joyce ran inside leaving Nancy, Jonathan, and I outside.

"Hey" I said awkwardly "hey" she said quietly "I'm sorry about Steve he's a dumbass" I sighed "yeah he kinda is" she laughed awkwardly. "Jonathan! How the fuck did you beat Steve up?" I asked hugging him, he chuckled "I dunno."

"We'll just so you know I punched tommy h for you, well more for Steve he's a wuss" I giggled. "Let's go inside it's cold" he said.

"Okay so in this example we're the acrobat" Mike explained to Nancy, Jonathan,and Joyce. "Will and Barbara and that monster they're this flea." Mike said "and this is the upside down, where will is hiding mr. Clarke said the only way to get there is through a rip in time and space" Mike explained "a gate" Dustin added "that we tracked to Hawkins lab." Lucas said "with our compasses.

Joyce looked at the three boys and then looked at me "okay so the gate as a really strong electromagnetic field, and that can change the direction of a compass needle" Dustin explained. "Is this gate underground?" Hopper asked. "Yes" el said quietly.

"Near a large water tank?"

"Yes" she said again "h..how do you know all that?" Dustin stuttered "he's seen it" Mike said quietly "is there any way that you could..that you could reach will? That you could talk to him in this—" he voice was still broken, distraught from the loss of her youngest Child. "The upside down" el cut her off "down. Yeah" Joyce whispered.

El nodded "and my friend Barbara? Can you find her too?" Nancy asked. El nodded again slowly.

We all stood in front of the table a bunch of pictures and the walkie talkie in front of el. Her eyes we closed tight nothing was going to interrupt her, not out loud breathing, not the loud thunder outside. We all stared at her as the light above the table flickered. The static became faint as we looked up at the light. She opened her eyes "I'm sorry" she whispered "what? W-what's wrong? What happened?" Joyce stuttered. "I can't find them." El said her voice small and quiet.

"Whenever she uses her powers, she gets weak" Mike explained while el was in the bathroom "the more energy she uses the more tired she gets" Dustin added "like she flipped the van earlier." Lucas said giving the others an example of how incredible her powers were. "It was awesome" i said, "but she's drained" Mike sighed "like a bad battery." Dustin said "well..how do we make her better?" Joyce stuttered. "We don't. We just have to wait and try again" Mike explained. "H-how long?" Nancy asked, Mike shrugged his shoulders "I dunno" he sighed "the bath" el said everyone turned toward her who was standing in the hallway.

"What?" Joyce asked turning her body towards the young girl. "I can find them" she said quietly "in the bath" she added.

Mr Clarke answered the phone, I sighed in relief "mr Clarke? It's Dustin" Dustin said into the phone. "Yeah, yeah. I just, I...I have a science question" he stuttered. "Do you know anything about sensory deprivation tanks?" He asked "specifically how to build one?" He asked "fun." I rolled my eyes this stupid little..who the fuck builds a sensory deprivation tank for fun? Maybe a scientist who holds kids who have powers captive, but not twelve year olds.

"You always say we should never stop being curious to always open any curiosity door we find" Dustin explained "why are you keeping this curiosity door locked?" He asked trying his very best to manipulate his science teacher.

"Uh huh" Dustin was writing down each step mr Clarke explained to him very carefully. "Uh huh, how much?" He asked and then wrote a number down "uh huh Yep all right yeah we'll be careful definitely alright mr Clarke" he said  "yeah I'll see you tomorrow n Monday I'll see you on Monday mr clarke bye" he hung up the phone.

"Do you still have that kiddie pool we bobbed for apples in?" He asked Joyce "I think so. Yeah-yeah" she replied "good. Then we need salt, lots of it" Dustin explained. "How much is 'lots'?" Hopper asked. Dustin looked down a the piece of paper in front of him. Fifteen hundred pounds, I groaned and sat back in my chair "how are we going to find that much salt?" I asked.

We quickly pulled up to Hawkins middle. I help nancy and Mike break into the school shed that held the hoses. After Nancy failed to unlock the first door mike tried to knock down the door with his body "ah" he whined as he rubbed his shoulder. "Did you really think you could knock the door down?" I asked laughing "no-" Nancy quickly cut him off "stand back." Before breaking the lock and opening the door. "Woah" Mike said his eyes widened. Mike both walked in as she turned on the lights. Nancy and I both grabbed a couple of the gardening hoses and put them in a bucket.

"What did she even eat?" Nancy asked Mike as we walked back towards the main school building. "What?" Mike asked "eleven" Nancy replied "oh...candy, leftovers, eggos" Mike listed. "Y/n brought some food over too" Mike added. "She really like eggos" Mike said "I knew you were acting weird I just... I thought it was because of will." She sighed "I knew you were acting weird too, I thought it was because of the whole Steve thing you know. You sleeping with him while he was dating y/n" I rolled my eyes and tried to hold back my giggle. "How'd you know that?" Nancy quickly stopped and stared at him. 

"You really didn't think she'd tell us? Y/n's  like my best friend" he giggled. "Ok hey no more secrets ok?" She asked Mike "for now on we tell each other everything" she said "ok. Do you like Jonathan now?" Mike asked "what? No" she she shook her head "no its...it's not it's not like that" she sighed. Mike nodded "do you like eleven?" Nancy asked "what? No. Ew. Gross" he said before starting to walk back inside.

"You sure you don't like her?" I asked Mike "no y/n I dont" he rolled his eyes "don't act like you weren't gonna kiss El in the bathroom earlier" his face turned a bright red. "It's ok Mike you don't have to tell me. Just come to me before you ask her out so I can make sure you don't say something stupid" I smiled as I placed my hand on his shoulder.

We started to hook up the hoses and fill the kiddie pool up. Lucas tested the temperature before yelling "colder!" Or "Warmer!"

"Right there!" Lucas yelled. Hopper and Jonathan became to cut open the bags of salt and emptying them into the pool. After some the salt was emptied into the pool dustin took and egg out of an egg carton and placing it into the pool. Dustin sighed as the egg sank to the bottom. Jonathan and hopper emptied some more into the pool before dustin tried again. This time it finally floated we all sighed in relief and the boys all grinned.

Mike set up the walkie and made it give out static. El quickly took off her socks, watch and handed it to mike before Joyce handed her some goggles with duct tape over them. El slipped the goggles over her head before getting into the pool.

We all sat around the pool staring intentivly as she floated in the pool. The overhead lights flickered a bit, we all looked up at the lights as the lights turned off. "Barbara?" She mumbled Nancy started to pay close attention to el. El started to breathe heavily and the lights overhead started to flicker on and off. "What's going on?" Nancy asked "I don't know" Mike replied. "Is Barb okay? Is she okay?" Nancy asked "gone! Gone! Gone!" El said over and over again. Nancy started to cry.

"It's ok. It's ok it's ok" Joyce said trying to calm El down "gone. Gone!" El cried out "it's ok it's ok" she said softly "hey it's ok it's ok" El started to gasp "it's ok" Joyce said. El wasn't calming down "Hey it's ok El it's ok honey we're right here." I said grabbing onto her hand. She quickly started to calm down. "It's ok don't be afraid we're right here. Your safe" I said softly. "It's ok it's ok" I whispered as she finally calmed down.

"Castle byers" El mumbled "will?" El asked. Joyce quickly sat up and gasped, "tell him, tell him mom is coming" Joyce said. "Hurry" wills voice came over the walkie. "Okay listen you tell him to..to stay where he is" she stuttered. "We're coming we're coming ok? We're coming honey" she said her voice breaking.

El gasped and sat up. "Oh okay okay" Joyce said quietly as she held El in her arms. "I've got you" she said as she hugged a crying El "it's ok I've got you I've got you" she said "I got you honey you did so good" she praised "are you ok?" She asked pressing a kiss to els forehead.

I wrapped a towel around els shoulders as she leaned her head on mikes shoulder. "Are you alright El?" I asked and she nodded a small frown still on her face. Hopper, Joyce, and Jonathan all went outside.

[julessworldd]

After a long long time, I’ve finally finished my draft of the 7th chapter of Little Rose. Just wanted to say thank you for the readers, people that reblog each chapter, commented. Also thank you to my followers who were nice enough to let me use them for my groupie chapter. Y’all were really cool being straight harlots, bitches <3 just thank you for the support on this series, I didn’t think anyone would even bother o read it. I will do one last chapter for this series and it’s completed!

Warnings: Mentions of childhood abuse/trauma, SA(please skip that part if you aren’t comfortable), cussing, wedding(🥸), rehab, drugs/alcohol talks of it, gambling, smut at the end

Life has been amazing for our little family. The boys were clean and happier, Erin and Axl had welcomed their little girl into the world. The band has been getting a long better, makes the studio a happier place to be. Axl and Izzy still had their temper, but it is being handled better for all parties! Sarah just turned 3 months old, she had everyone wrapped around her pale little finger. She was a carbon copy of Erin with Axl’s firey red hair. Had her daddy’s lungs, everyone hears her temper tantrums for sure! It’s so cool to see your big brother become a father, he was doing amazing! It was new to me being an aunt, i dont like diaper duty, picking her outfits, hair bows, socks were my favorite.

Izzy had met a nice girl named, Ankita. She was good to Izzy, which i like. Izzy was skate boarding more, playing his guitar even more, starting to eat healthier. Getting sober made everyone a better, nicer person. Slash is doing amazing, he is more into his snakes and creepy crawlers. Painting and drawing too, he said he missed it and always loved it because of his father. Steven had Relapsed and got back into rehab again. Popcorn had a harder time in rehab with the boys, he got very dependent on Herion and drinking. Duff and I go see him every two weeks, he likes that real well. Speaking of Duff!!

Duff is doing amazing! Better than I thought he would! He’s working out, riding his bike, taking the dogs on walks around the neighborhood. After rehab, he wanted to get two labs. Chole and Chester, they were wonderful dogs. I never had animals growing up, I loved having them around. Duff and I got a house together, it was huge even for two people and two dogs. I love the area, neighbors are nice and friendly, house was just beautiful. Duff had his studio, gym/mediation area, garage for his card and bikes. I had my little hobby area, if I ever decide what’s going to be. Right now, I like the sun room, gym. I’ll find something, I’ve been helping the band, Erin with Sarah, the dogs. But I like helping them out, makes me happy I guess you could say.

“Hey baby! Whatcha doing?”, Duff walked into the sun room.

“Oh hi love! Nothing just writing. What’s up?”, I closed my notebook, walking over to him.

He kissed me, “Just missed my girl” “Missed you too! I’ve been here the whole time”, I giggled. “Yeah but you like writing and I didn’t want to disturb you”, Duff swayed us back and forth. I laid my head on his chest, enjoying his scent and presence. “Go get ready, I wanna take you out”, Duff grinned. “What’s the dress code, McKagan?”, I giggled. “Something beautiful, Janet”, he kissed my forehead.

I decided on a silky emerald green dress, black heels, simple makeup, curled my hair. Something told me to look my best, at least my nails were decent. Erin and I got manicures last week, Axl forced her to go and relax. Chester got up and licked my shein, “Aw do you like it, Chessie?”, I asked.

“Is it a bit much? I don’t know what Duff has planned? Do you know?”, I patted his side. “You look gorgeous as always, baby”, Duff smiled as I got downstairs. He had a nice black dress shirt on, black loafers and not his signature black cowboy boots. He’s planning something.

“Duff? Are you okay?”, I asked him.

“Mhm I’m fine, Janie”, he smiled.

“Are you planning on asking me something? You have loafers on and not your boots, we’re at a nice restaurant. You keep looking around at the wait staff.”, I said. “Janie, I can clean up when I want to. We haven’t been out together since i left rehab. Just relax”, Duff rubbed my hand. “Guess you’re right. Sorry for over-“

The waiter sat down the desert, we didn’t order dessert. He smiled and walked towards the hostess. “We didn’t order dessert, D” “Yes, i did. Now dig in, babe”, Duff grinned, getting a spoon. I finally ate, now I’m worried I’m gonna sallow my engagement ring. Izzy would have a field day over this.

Then I seen it, something shiny and round. It was hard too. “Oh shit, he’s proposing”, I thought. I looked up, Duff was smiling ear to ear, the waiter and hostess were containing their excitement. Duff was now at my side on one knee, holding my hand.

“Janie, I’ve loved you since the day I came over to audition for the band. You answered the door in that Ramomes t shirt, your hair was sorta messy but you were beautiful none the less. I know we’ve had a few bumps in the road, but we’ve made it this long. So will you marry, Janet Rose?” Duff asked trying not to cry. I wiped a tear from my face, “Yes, of course I will! I love you so much!”, I grabbed his face and kissed him hard as I could. The restaurant was filled with aw’s and claps, the waiter smiled and jumped with the hostess.

“Help me clean my ring, Dingus”, I giggled. Duff grabbed out of the cake and wiped it off, then he grab a polishing rag out of his pocket. “You really are Prince Charming”, I giggled as he pushed the ring on my finger. “You like it?” “I love it so much, Duffy”, I kissed his cheek. “Does Ax know you were planning this?”, I asked as we left the restaurant. “Yup, I asked him for his blessing in rehab. Even asked Izzy, we went one day after we got out”, Duff smiled, pulling me into his side. “You took my brothers ring shopping?”, I laughed. “Yes, I did. I wanted it to be special for my girl”, Duff smiled. “We gotta tell Stevie. I want him there, so it will have to be after he gets out”, I said. “Why yeah”, Duff said. “He’s gonna be over the moon. Did Axl and Izzy know you were asking tonight?”, I asked. “Yeah, I called them before I asked you to dinner”

The phone kept ringing off the hook all day! So many congratulations, so happy for you guys. It was nice to hear it but it got old fast not gonna lie. Erin and Axl dropped by to see us, Erin gushed over my ring. Sarah liked it because it was shinny and something new to teeth on. The doorbell rang, “I got it”, I raced to the door. Izzy and Anna stood, “Long time no see, Iz”, I grinned. “Come here, brat”, Izzy pulled me into a hug. “Congratulations, Janet. Do you like your ring?” “Yes, I love it”, I giggled. Anna asked to see my ring, “It’s absolutely gorgeous, Janie!” “Have you thought dates yet?”, she asked. “No, but I want Steven there. So definitely after he gets out”, I said. “Have you told him?”, Izzy asked. “No, we’re planning on seeing him this week”

“How’s my soon to be Mrs. McKagan?”, Duff kissed me. “I’m good, missed you”, I kissed him back. “I said I would be back, love”, Duff grinned. “I know but I still got lonely” I giggled. “You still want to marry me?”, Duff looked at me. “Yes, why wouldn’t I?”, I said looking up at him. “Just been thinking about the whole thing. The band is wanting to go back and record, but Steven is just having a hard time.”, Duff sighed, rubbing a hand over his hair. “I know Duff. I worry about him all the time, he’s gonna hurt himself if he doesn’t get clean soon. Steven is a good person, just hope he gets clean and stays clean for good”, I said, holding his hand.

“What ya think he’s gonna say?”, Duff asked as we walked down the hall to Steven’s room. “Who knows! I bet he’ll be happy”, I said as we made it to the door. “Come in!”, Steven yelled.

“Hey guys!”, Steven smiled. “Hey Stevie!”, I smiled and sat next to him. “How are you?”, I asked. “I’m good, I feel a lot better. Ten more days I’m out!”, Steven smiled. “That’s great, popcorn! Sarah is growing like crazy”, Duff grinned as he sat down on the couch.

“We wanna tell you something, Stevie”, I breathed in. “What is it?” I smiled and showed him my hand. “Oh nice ring, Janie”, Steven grabbed my hand, looking at the ring better. Then it hit him. “You finally got the balls and asked. Congrats guys!”, Steven kissed my cheek and got up and hugged Duff.

10 more days later, Steven got released and was ready to stay clean! Duff and I were still discussing wedding plans but were just ideas. I want a wedding but also going to the courthouse just as wonderful. Either way I’m marrying the love of my life, my soulmate in my eyes.

Duff and I decided to go visit Axl and Erin, we pulled up and Izzy was there. “Hey Iz”, I kissed his cheek. “Whose’ car, Iz?”, I asked. “Your mother’s rental car”, Izzy said, blowing smoke out of his mouth. “Jeffery, shut up. That’s not her in the house!”, I snapped at him. “I was going to call you and warn to not come”

“Janie, it’s your mom. She’ll be thrilled to see you”, Duff said rubbing my back. “Sure, biology says she’s my mother. She didn’t raise me, okay! Your singer raised me more she did. That little woman in there, let her husband beat us and didn’t want to believe he was trying to touch me when I was 14”, I turned around and snapped at Duff.

“Janie”, Erin walked out. “Ax seen you guys. She wants to say hi and meet Duff” “Fuck me!”, I sighed. “Sarah sleeping?”, I asked. “No, grandma is holding her. Axl asked for you, Jane”, Erin sighed. She was in the middle of this whole deal. She held her hand out.

“Oh Billy! She is just darling”, I heard her gush. There she was, holding my niece on the couch. “Jesus Christ”, I mumbled. “Hello mother”, I said. She hand Sarah to Axl before walking over to me. “Hi Janie. You look good”, she smiled. “Thanks”, I sighed. “Where’s your fiancé?” “Outside with Jeff”, I said back. “Don’t be rude, Janet. Bring him to meet me, I am your mother after all”. “Right” I turned around met Duff’s chest. “Christ almighty”, I thought to myself. “Careful, Jane. Hi, I’m Michael, but everyone calls me Duff”, he grinned, holding his hand out.

She was looking him up and down, finding details to bitch about later on. “Hi Michael. Hope you’re treating my daughter well, she’s a bit stressful on the body”, she smiled. “Oh no, she’s wonderful. I love her to death, Mrs. Bailey”, Duff smiled. I looked at Axl, “I could kill you!”, I mouthed. 30 minutes later, I dragged Duff out of there. “Please tell me, you have a cigarette in your jacket!”, I whined. “Here you go, baby”, Duff handed me the cigarette. “Wish I had more time to prepare for her. She drains the life out of you”, I took a deep drag. “She’s not too bad”, Duff said.

“Eventually, you’ll see how she is”

“Does she know we’re engaged?”, Duff asked. “I have no clue. She won’t be a part of it that’s for damn sure”, I said, ashing my cigarette. “Did she really not believe me about your step dad?” “Nope. Said I was doing it for attention and I had demons in me. I begged Axl to let me come with him out here” I said, throwing the cigarette away. “I started locking the bathroom door, when I showered at home. He would yell at beat on the door until I was done. Would try to walk in on me changing, basically anything to see me naked. The week before I found out, Ax was leaving. He uh, knocked me to the ground and got on top of me. Tried to rape me, but Amy and Stu came home with mom. Axl was wherever, I found a map of LA in his room. So here I am!”, I said, wiping a tear from my face. “I’m so sorry, Janie. You don’t have to worry about anybody messing with you anymore. I promise you that forever”, Duff said. “I don’t deserve you, Duff McKagan”

“It’s the other way around, little rose!”, Duff kissed me. “I love you” “I love you, Janet. Want to fly out to Vegas?” “Sure, why the hell

not, rockstar”, I giggled. “Good. Make sure you pack that white dress, you wore on our first date. With the red heels”, Duff smiled ear to ear. “Only for you, my prince”, I held his cheek against my hand.

After we got married, Duff wanted to go gamble so I tagged along. “Hey do 26 this time, D”, I laid my chin on his shoulder. “I got 3,000 dollars better not make me lose it”, he grinned. “26 red” Duff said. The little ball spun and spun, “26 red, congratulations sir” Duff stood up and picked me up. “I don’t know how you know but you are amazing, Janie” “Easy now, big bird. I just know”, I kissed him, tugging the ends of his hair a little.

“You think the boys will be mad, we didn’t invite them. I mean everything I’ve done in life, Axl has been there with the biggest smile on his face. He didn’t even give me away”, I sighed. “I never said Axl and the boys couldn’t come. Axl told me to do whatever made you happy on this wedding. Do you regret the Vegas trip?”, Duff asked, holding my hand. “I mean no, I love you and wanted to do this for a good while. Guess I’m overthinking shit, to be fair he didn’t invite me to his and Erin’s wedding”, I shrugged. “I love you Janie!”, Duff leaned over and kissed me. “I love you too, D. Forever?”, I held my pinky out. He grinned, “Forever and forever, baby”, he linked his pinky to mine.

We got back to the room, “I’m so ready to be back in LA, I miss Sarah and the dogs”, I sighed, throwing myself on the bed. “Am I really killing you, baby? Mhm does Vegas make you bored?”, Duff ran his hand down my back. “No, I’m a little tired”, I mumbled into the pillow. “I can make the boredom go away, Bunny”, Duff rubbed the back of my leather clad thigh.

“We haven’t messed with each other since the wedding night”, I said. “Yup”, Duff said, popping the p out. I raised up, looking up the blonde. “Quit looking and actually do something, Janie”, Duff leaned back on his hand, smirking at me. I stood up and starting my shirt off along with my pants. I was in my pale pink lingerie set. “Were you planning on fucking me tonight, bunny?”, Duff smirked. “It was in the cards, Big boy”, I giggled, sitting on his thighs. “Dirty thing”, he mumbled as our lips connected.

“Ride my thigh”

“What?”, I kissed his neck. “Ride my thigh. Be a good girl and get off my thigh”, He yanked my hair a little. I positioned myself on his thigh, started moving against his jeans. My panties were crotch less, his jeans were heavenly to my clit. I could feel Duff tense his leg muscles making me jump on his knee, “Mhm fuck” I whined. “You feel good, bunny?”, Duff asked, moving my hips faster. “Feels amazing, I need more”, I squealed as I could feel my belly tighten up. “Greedy thing you are, bunny. My knee isn’t enough for you is it?” Duff reached down and rubbed my clit. “No, please fuck me, Duff. I need you so bad”, I laid my head in his neck. He sat me on my knees on the bed. He started undressing himself a little slow if you ask me. Finally he was naked and crawled back on the bed. I laid near the pillows more, “Poor bunny, just wants to be fucked” I nodded, reaching behind my back to un do my bra.

Duff yanked me by ankles, pulling me under his chest. “Bunny wanna be fucked? Does she need my cock to feel good?” “God yes, please fuck me! I need you”, I whined. Duff slammed himself into me without warning, “Mhmm Duff”. I reached up to hold his back, my nails digging into his shoulders. Duff started moving his hips back and forth, a little harder than normal. “Don’t stop, you feel so good”, I moaned. “Don’t plan on it, Princess”, he grabbed my ankles and laid them on his shoulders, spreading my legs open. The angle made him bottom out in me, “Uh fuck, I’m gonna-“, I whined. “Me too, come with me bunny”, he sped up.

“You good, Janie?”, Duff asked, laying beside me grabbing a cigarette. “Mhm yeah. Just been a while since you got me like this”, I cuddled closer to him. “I didn’t hurt you did I?” “What no, I’m good. Just coming down is all, D”, I yawned.

“Go sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up”, Duff threw the blanket over me. “Mhm okie”, I yawned. “Hey” Duff nudged me. “Mhmm?” “I love you, brat” he grinned. “I love you too, Duffykins” “Don’t die on me”, he whined. “I won’t! Calm down, it’s not a bad way to go if i died after you fucked me”, I rolled over. “Janet Aless!” I giggled, “I’m fine Duff”

[larytello]

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#5

Fiz umas artes novas para produtos na minha lojinha da RedBubble! Essa música tá presa na minha cabeça já faz mais de uma semana e eu vou surtar AUSHUASHAUSHAUS ----- I made some new artworks for my RedBubble shop! This song has been stuck in my mind for over a week now and I'm gonna flip AUSHAUHSAUSHAUSHA

7 notes - Posted January 3, 2022

#4

Can we stop a minute to consider about how Kagome surely got the strongest legs out of everyone in the InuGang

I mean, she rides that bike ACROSS Japan, most of the time through dirt or rocky roads as it's ANCIENT JAPAN, also carrying that monster of a backpack - School books alone are already heavy as fucking Hell, God knows how it took years for me to feel my back normal again after I was done with school, and she carries them + first aid kit + food and snacks for several days + water bottles + whatever other random stuff she feels like bringing with her to Feudal Japan to entertain her friends or to care for herself. She's also carrying Shippou along on her bike most of the time. And InuYasha himself catches rides too. InuYasha might not be fat but he's pure muscle and bigger so THAT'S HEAVY TOO.

I'm perfectly aware we've seen InuYasha run above water, which means he's got damn strong leg muscles to move that fast, but bitch that's his Youkai side giving him above-human strength. Kagome is simply human. And she's riding that bike with all that weight around like a boss.

8 notes - Posted November 23, 2022

#3

Hitch is a pretty good boy, your honor

15 notes - Posted May 31, 2022

#2

❤️🤍💙

Ontem o filme "Se Meu Fusca Falasse" (The Love Bug) completou 53 anos, que é o número de corredor do simpático Herbie, a grande estrela do filme. Eu gosto muito dos filmes do Herbie, então resolvi fazer esse desenho rapidinho. Que venham mais 53 anos de muito amor pra dar!

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Yesterday the movie "The Love Bug" turned 53 years young as ever, which is the racing number of our beloved Herbie, the big star of the movie. I absolutely love all Herbie movies, so I decided to draw this. Here's for more 53 years of much love to give!

20 notes - Posted March 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Nova tabela de preços! Por favor, quem puder compartilhar, eu agradeço!

Eu demoro um pouco pra concluir os trabalhos, mas garanto que ficam ótimos no final 😌👌🏽

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New prices chart! Please, share if you can, I thank you!

It takes some time for me to finish the artworks, but I guarantee you that they all look great in the end 😌👌🏽

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[riotqueen000]

The Mechanic Series #1: The Red Queen - Sano Manjiro

Chapter 3

"What in the blue shit are you doing here?" Asked Arisa curtly as their bikes halted when they saw Mikey, along with Draken, Mitsuya and Baji by the school entrance. Her face contorted in visible irritation.

"I thought he's irrelevant?" Akira who's back-riding on Arisa bike teased. Rio and Kiyori exchanged looks, rather flabbergasted as well on why the heck Toman Executives are in their school.

"Waiting for you, obviously." Mikey grinned rather sarcastically that irked Arisa more. Arisa chose to ignore the young commander and kicked her engine alive again, she was about to go the other way, but Baji blocked their path.

"Hold up, I'm just messing around. You're too hotheaded, President." Mikey chuckled and finished his dorayaki before licking the corner of his lips.

"Pretty hot, if you ask me." Rio commented, just enough for them to hear.

"Bitch I--" Akira laughed out loud that caused Arisa to give them a dangerous side look. The two immediately shut up while Kiyori just chuckled.

"What do you want?" Arisa questioned Mikey and took off her helmet, getting more impatient as seconds pass by.

Today has been a very stressful day, and she just wants to chill at their house and probably have few glasses of her stored red wine.

"I just wanna be friends with you. You did not even told me your name." Mikey replied, pouting his lower lip like a big child he is.

"Bold of you to assume I'd actually be friends with you." Arisa deadpanned that made Akira internally smirk.

Oh, she's loving this situation. Setting their stoic President up with the most notorious Gang Commander wouldn't be too bad, right?

"Just fucking agree so this shit would be done for." Draken rolled his eyes, he doesn't even know how the heck Mikey convinced him on visiting Arisa's school with him.

"I'm not dumb like you to be friends with Commander Short Legs here. So, sorry, I'm not sorry, leave me the fuck alone." Arisa sassed. Rio, Akira, and Kiyori exchanged looks as their mouths formed big Os.

Baji covered his mouth, poorly attempting to hold back his laughter. Mitsuya looked away to hide his visible entertained expression, he's not dumb like Baji to make Mikey upset now.

Arisa thought Mikey would leave after that, but the Commander just stared at her in pure amusement. His eyes had this spark as his mouth formed a wide smile.

"You're really interesting, President." Mikey chuckled. "C'mon, have some strawberry parfait with me, atleast."

"Is he asking for a date?" Kiyori wondered out loud.

"Yes." Mikey responded shamelessly with a wide grin.

Arisa's lips formed a smirk as she gazed at Mikey from head to toe before leaning forward, inching her face towards the young commander whose standing in front of her bike.

Her sudden action brought their spectators' jaws drop on the floor.

"Maybe when you get bigger, baby boy." Arisa whispered lowly, staring directly unto Mikey's eyes.

Arisa's yes reflected the sunset behind Mikey that made her orbs shine like polished jewels. Her scarlet hair is dancing along with light gush of wind, filling the air with the intoxicating scent of freshly extracted vanilla. Her breath fanned against his lips, making him inhale her minty breath with a tad bit hint of smoke in it.

Her stare brought an unknown sensation inside him. Her warm hues spread across his system, making him want for more.

"ARI-SENPAI!" Emma's voice echoed as she waved while jogging towards their direction. "Thank goodness, you're still here."

"Emma." Arisa patted the younger girl's head.

"Eh? Why are you guys here?" She asked her brother and his gangmates.

"Your brother is being a simp, what else?" Baji replied with a short laugh.

"I'm not!" Mikey retorted defensively, suppressing the blush that was about to spread on his cheeks. "More importantly, why are you here?" He returned the question.

"Oh, I was about to ask Ari-senpai for a meal." She replied and turned to the red headed President. "Can I?"

"Sure." Arisa replied immediately. "Aki, ride with Rio."

"What?! But, you rejected me! That's unfair!" Mikey exclaimed in pure shock and disbelief.

"Sucks to be you." Emma stuck her tongue and hopped on Arisa's bike.

"Better luck next life, Commander-kun." Arisa smirked once more before maneuvering her bike away from the boys with Kiyori and Rio's bikes tailing behind. Akira tossed some kind of a card towards Mikey and winked before telling Rio to drive faster.

Mikey caught the card that brought a huge grin across his face.

"Mikey, Pah called. There's an incident with Moebius."

"This is Rio and Kiyori and that's Akira." Arisa introduced Emma to the girls as they sat on a booth inside a retau cafè. "Don't get too close to her, though, if you want to keep your sanity." She sipped on her iced-coffee, pertaining to Akira.

"That's mean!" Akira exclaimed. "But, true. I'm the baddest bad bitch, afterall!" She added with a mischievous grin and flipped her hair. "Nice to meet you, sweetheart." The other two girls greeted Emma warmly, too.

"Nice to meet you all, too. Thank you for having me."

"Your name sounds like a foreigner's, are you a half-half?" Rio asked as she took a bite on her blueberry cheesecake.

"Yes, my mother is a Japanese but she left me at my grandpa's residence when I was 5. I never really knew about my father."

"Oh, shit. Sorry for asking." Rio immediately apologized for not realizing it is a sensitive topic to ask.

"It's fine. Better here than living with her, anyway. I've got amazing family now." Emma smiled, brushing off the sudden awkward atmosphere.

"You're a sweet girl, Emma-chan." Kiyori complimented with a sweet smile on her lips.

"T-thank you."

"By the way...you're into the dragon boy, aren't you?" Akira smirked and wiggled her eyebrows that made Emma's face flush a hundred shade of red, competing with Arisa's hair.

"W-what? How'd you know that?"

"Ah! I knew it. It's the way look at him, girl. Oh, I know that sparkle in your eyes when he's in your line of vision."

"You're such a creep." Another female voice commented, taking the empty seat beside Rio.

She have platinum blonde hair with black roots, and a pair of crystal eyes. Half of her face is covered by a maroon face mask, buy anyone could see that she's one pretty girl under those covers.

"Yo, bitch. Took you long enough." Rio snorted.

The natural pointed look of her slanted eyes made her seem to have a snobbish personality.

"Ah, Emma-chan. This is Seo Eun-Iseul, don't get scared at her. She just looks grumpy, but she's kind...deep inside." Akira introduced Iseul to Emma. "She's Emma, the girl Captain told us about."

"Nice to meet you..." Emma trailed off, not too sure what to call her. Her intuition that she's a foreigner is right, a Korean to be precise.

"Eul is fine. Glad to have you, too, Emma." She replied, taking off her mask and took the menu.

The six girls hung out until it's is time for Emma to go home. Akira brought her home as per Arisa's request, worried for her safety since she knew, some of that gang member might come after her again.

"I'm home!" The youngest Sano announced as she entered their humble abode while taking off her shoes.

"Emma, welcome home." Their grandfather greeted her back warmly. "Mikey's friends are over." The old man added and glanced at the pair of shoes by the entrance.

Emma kissed her grandfather's cheeks before going to the living room where Toman's founding members usually hangs out.

"Hmph! Looks like the traitor is already home." Mikey scoffed, scavenging the poor ice cream like a predator.

"You're such a child, jeez." Emma facepalms.

"Uh-huh, and you're a stealer." Mikey argued.

His friends could only shake their heads, Pah literally laughed his ass off when Baji told him about the incident earlier where Arisa called Mikey Commander Short Legs.

"Here. Peace offering." Said Emma in defeated manner, taking out a bag of Mikey's favorite dessert.

"You're the best sister!" The blonde male jumped on his feet and embraced Emma with a tight hug before opening the bag with sparkling eyes and drool on the corner of his lips.

"I'm your only sister, dumbo."

"Emma, you should be careful these day. Tell us when you're going out so we could drop you off and pick you up." Mitsuya said as concern is held in his eyes.

"Yes, yes. It's about Moebius and Osanai, isn't it?" Emma replied, sitting between Mikey and Draken as she took a piece of dorayaki.

"How'd you know?" Draken questioned with quirked eyebrow.

"Ari-senpai told me that that gang has been running wildly these past few days. One of the students in their school died out of suicide when they ganged up on him, do you know the video that went viral last week?"

"Yeah, I heard of it. The video is pretty nasty even my opinion." Pah commented, attempted to have a dorayaki, too, but his hand got slapped by Mikey, claiming that his dear sister bought it for him. "Selfish runt."

"The suspects of that incident is under Osanai's wing, they arrested earlier and it was the President who helped for the investigation." Mitsuya stated that made his friends fall silent with their mouths agape.

"That means she might be targeted by Osanai." Mikey stated with grim expression flashed upon his face. "We should make a move before that happens."

"Hey, hey!" Draken snapped his fingers in front of Mikey. "We already avenged Emma from the assault last time, we don't have to get involved with that matter anymore." The Vice Commander stated as matter of fact.

"Why not? She saved Emma when we couldn't, besides we didn't get to fight Osanai's main troupe because the bastard went into hiding. And now, he assaulted Pah's friend's girlfriend, whose part of Toman." Mikey argued, his eyebrows knitting together as his obsidian orbs darted at Draken.

"Why do I feel like you're making an excuse to get involved with the President?" Draken questioned.

"And why the do hate the President that much?" Mikey questioned back in taunting manner.

"She insulted you, countless times. And she, in fact, hates our kind, isn't it fair to hate her, too?"

[s-brant]

ok i’m back

- “don’t threaten me with a good time” COME ONNNDNDBDB god that made me squeal

- THE LINGERIE OH MY GODDD

- lifetime supply of blowjobs HES SO CHEEKY IM GONNA PUKE

- “take ‘em from me” IF I WAS STANDING I WOULDVE FALLEN TO MY KNEES SHUT UPP i would fold so quick jesus christ

- please daddy INDEED! that man will always be my sexy dilf <3

- man i love it was shehas those badass moments that just make harry seem beatable and tamed like yeah it’s obvi hot when harry has control of situations but the situations when she has the upper hand… i LOVE it

- WHO is gonna tell them that they’re both in love w each other fr like babes 🙄 come on now just admit it !!! (not rly i love the slow burn but ykwim)

- THE FINGER HOLDING JFC ur killing me here like actually i am cheesing SO hard my god knowing his hands are big as fuck too like his pinky is large enough for her two fingers shut up. shut up .

- YES DADDY I WILL !!!!!!!!

- I KNEW IT OMG OFC SHE KNOWS HOW TO RIDE A BIKE THTs so badass come on 😭

- ….oh that son of a bitch… i hate him .

- beautiful face 😒 go away i’m mad at u rn u sexy son of a bitch

oh my GOSH 😭😭 i think that might’ve been my fav chapter by far… he’s getting softer and opening up more :( i loveee how she communicates her feelings even though that may not be reciprocated by harry. the way she didn’t necessarily get mad at him for leaving her alone but actually talked to him about how he made her feel and ways he could improve if there ever was a next time and the way she set boundaries!! she said if u ever treat me like shit again i’m out! i loveee that so much. also the little ways she got back at him in this chapter was so cheeky and just cute and smart and i’m just so proud of her. hitmanrry is so dilf like damn that man is sexy. why do i forgive him EVERY time. also his favorite book :( why would u do that to me . the way he hasn’t read the ending bc he may be scared of what he may find like just stab me in the cooch - it would hurt less. AND TELL ME WHYY him saying he’ll handle his dick problems alone made me wanna cry like babe i’ll help u out if she doesn’t like 😫 don’t leave my man hanging like that HES HAD A ROUGH WEEK!!

you’ve done it again - idk how you do it but every chapter just gets better and better. i say it all the time but this series is truly one of, if not THE best thing i have ever read. like ever.

i also wanna know which part you were referring to when u said that u were finally getting around to writing it in this series!! was it the motorcycle part???

your reactions are killing me 😭 i also love when she gets the upper hand in situations with him, she’s gotta put him in his place sometimes.

“who’s gonna tell them that they’re both in love with each other” i don’t think they’d know even if someone hit them over the head with it lmao, they are certified oblivious. the finger holding had me screaming too don’t worry.

thank you darling 🥰 i’m so happy this is your favorite part because it’s definitely my favorite since part two (part two didn’t perform well in terms of notes but that was suuuuch a fun part to write) he is such a softie he just hides it well, like he’s been whipped for a while now let’s be real. and yeah i really like having lead girlies that actually try to stand up for themselves and set boundaries. obviously their relationship isn’t anything close to healthy, and i never set out to make it anything but the chaotic, toxic mess it is anyway. she’s also a sweetheart and went through so much with her mother and peter already that i think she has a lot more patience than most and a better ability at understanding them. most of which i feel can be contributed to her experiences with peter when he was struggling with his addiction. it’s no easy thing to be someone’s support during that process, whether they’re getting sober, relapsing, or in the height of their addiction, and it requires a lot of maturity and patience, so i feel like she has been prepared for harry’s issues so to speak.

the book :( yeah. oh and i SO forgive him every time too. i’m not under the illusion that he doesn’t behave in very unproductive and unhealthy ways in his interpersonal relationships, but i also know, because i created him lol, everything that made him this way and his true thoughts/feelings on things behind the hard shell, so i have a very big soft spot for him and forgive him every time as well.

hitmanrry is my baby. he’s innocent, ur honor.

also, the motorcycles weren’t planned. i mean, i knew i vaguely wanted to do a scene of them riding motorcycles but i wasn’t chomping at the bit to write it. the parts i’ve been dying to write are the more domestic scenes of them, harry starting to open up, and introducing the parallels between this story, as well as harry’s character, and papillon. i read a quote from his tattoo artist about papillon inspiring his butterfly tatt and have had that planned as a motif of the story for a bit.

[thelittlethings66]

Moving On

After I have calmed down I decide to talk to Carol. 'Hi Carol'. She just looks at me. I just wanted to see if you were ok. I'm sorry I punched him, I just wanted him to stop, I hope I haven't made it worse for you'. 'It's ok don't worry I know you were only trying to protect me, I hope your hand is ok'. She quietly says. 'Its fine i'll heal, anyway I will  leave you be'. As I leave Andrea calls me over saying dinner is ready she managed to catch some fish with her sisters help. 'This looks amazing well done ladies'. 'Its no problem our dad thought us well'. Says Amy. 'He sure did.' Says Lori as she started to eat.

A few hours has passed now and it was dark out. We were all sat around talking keeping warm by the fire. Carol, Ed and their daughter Sophia were sitting way behind us keeping out the way. Mostly away from Shane I think. 'Where are you going?' Andrea asks Amy. 'I have to pee, try to be discreet around here'. She walks to Dale's RV.

Suddenly we hear a scream. A Walker is attacking Amy biting on her arm. Everyone starts to panic they start to appear from everywhere swarming on the camp. Screams everywhere people being eaten. Shane starts shooting them telling everyone to get to the RV and hide. Jim is bashing them in the head with a bat I notice one biting him so run over stabbing them in the head with my knife. I help him over to the others. I then see an arrow fly past me and hit one straight in the eye to my right as Daryl and the guys start shooting what's left.

After a while it goes quiet and all we can hear is the sobbing of the survived. Crying over the loss of their families.

Throughout the night and as the sun rises we clean up camp making sure the dead are fully gone. Burning their bodies. And burying their loved ones. I stand still looking over camp thinking about my brother and that I never got to put him to rest. About my family on the other side of the world if this is happening to them too.

I then hear a gunshot and see that Andrea has shot Amy. After staying up all night with her. Crying. Carol is hitting Ed clearly letting out some anger and pain.

After alot of discussion we all decide to go to the CDC to try and get some answers. To see if we can help Jim.

After I have packed up I walk over to Daryl who is packing his stuff. 'Hey'.'Hey'. 'Merle?'.' He weren't there'.' He got off the roof?' Yeah, son of a bitch chopped off his hand, after you left him there!. He shouts to the rest of the group. I smile. 'What you smiling for?' 'Nothing I just think he will be alright, he's tough. You will meet again someday I'm sure' He chews his lip. ' I thought you'd be happy'. 'Why?' 'Nobody liked him'. 'He was a dick yeah but he is your brother you love him that's enough, plus he wasn't that bad to me.' He scoffs. 'Ya hand what happened?' 'Um I punched Ed'. He scoffs again. ' Good.' 'Come on let's go!' Shane shouts. 'Hey, you wanna....um...ride with me in my truck?'. 'Really?' 'Yeah, you don't have to..'. I chuck my stuff in the back of his truck next to his bike. 'Come on then Dixon'.

We dont talk much on the drive it's quite nice actually. The peace and quiet after last night. I just lay my head back with the breeze in my face and try to relax. Somehow I manage to fall asleep waking up when the car stops. As I step out the car I notice Rick putting Jim against a tree at the side of the road. He is in too much pain. He waves me over. 'I'm so sorry Jim I tried to help'. 'You did, you gave me another day, I am grateful for that, I will be with my family now.' He looks at peace. I walk away and we all drive off once more. I don't fall asleep this time with my mind racing too much. I notice Daryl keeps looking at me but not saying anything. Which is fine by me, not in the mood to talk.

After a while with the sun getting lower we finally arrive at the CDC. We all grab our stuff and slowly walk towards the building. Daryl right by my side. There are bodies everywhere the smell is so strong I can nearly taste it, I feel like I am gonna be sick. When we reach the door we realise no one is there Rick keeps banging on the door. Making too much noise. The walkers notice and slowly start to wander our way. ' The camera it moved!'. He shouts. 'No it didnt man your seeing things'. Shane replies. 'Let us in! My family! My son! Your killing us!'

Then the doors start to rise. The light is bright. And we all slowly walk in.

[fezco-youphoria]

Protective

a/n: this kinda started as something else but i liked how it ended up

summary: Fez is protective of his girl.

pairing: Fezco x reader

It’s pouring rain outside. The storm came fast and sudden. You chilled with Jules after school and were riding your bike home to Fez’s when it started. By the time you arrive at your boyfriend’s house, you’re soaking wet.

“You look like shit,” Ash nods as you walk in.

You roll your eyes in response before trudging out of Ash’s room. You go down the hall and spot your boyfriend on the living room couch, smoking a blunt. He looks back when he hears you come in. His jaw almost drops when he sees you.

“Damn, baby. I thought you was still with Jewel. You shoulda called me, I would've picked you up.”

“I couldn’t,” you shrug.

You dig through your bag and pull out your phone. The screen is badly cracked. It looks broken. Fez rises to his feet and walks over to you.

“Shit. Ma, what happened?”

“I was on my bike and Nate Jacobs drove by in his stupid truck. He swerved toward me and forced me off the road. I fell off the bike into a huge puddle,” you explain.

Fez’s eyes widen.

“That asshole?!”

Your boyfriend hates Nate. Fez thought that Nate learned his lesson about fucking with him and the people he cares about when he beat his ass at the New Year’s party. Apparently the message didn’t really stick. Nate’s back to the same old shit.

“Yeah and my phone was in my pocket when it happened so it got the brunt of it. Now it's dead and I have to go get it replaced. Like I don’t believe this. I was actually having a pretty good day today too, ya know? Nate ruins everything. He’s the worst!”

Fez sighs, nodding his head. He puts a supportive hand on your shoulder. You immediately flinch.

“Ow,” you wince.

Fez quickly moves his hand away and takes a step back. You’ve never reacted that way to Fez’s touch before. He looks at you with concern.

“Baby, what-”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t… I just…I’m going to take a shower,” you nervously stutter.

You turn your back and walk away from Fez.

“Yo, you okay?” he calls out to you.

You don’t respond to your boyfriend’s question. You just keep going down the hall and lock yourself in the bathroom.

After taking a long hot shower, you’re starting to feel a little better. You step out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around you. When you walk into Fez’s room, you see him pulling out one of his t-shirts from the drawer.

“Hey. I, uh, thought you might wanna change into this. I know it’s your favorite,” Fez tries.

Your heart melts. Fez is so sweet with you. You’re honestly touched by the gesture.

“Thanks baby. You just made my whole day,” you smile as you take the shirt.

“You can have that gray hoodie you like too,” Fez offers.

You nod. Fez goes to his closet, grabs the hoodie and tosses it onto the bed. You finish drying off and remove your towel.

Fez notices scrapes and bruises on your hip, arm and shoulder. He takes a deep breath, realizing that’s why you flinched earlier. You must’ve gotten them when you fell off your bike. Fez bites the inside of his cheek, trying his best to keep cool. He hates seeing you hurt.

While you get dressed, Fez leans back against the bureau with his arms crossed. He can’t keep his eyes off a particularly large bruise forming on your thigh. Nate Jacobs did that. Fez is silently seething. You put on a pair of sweatpants, covering up the bruise and snapping Fez out of his thoughts.

“If he messes with you again I’mma gonna kill him,” Fez tells you in a low, serious voice.

Your face drops.

“Fezco, no… Nate’s an asshole and deserves a beatdown but you know how dangerous he can be. I don’t want any more cops raiding the house in the middle of the night or his dad coming to the store again…”

“He’s a fuckin’ bitch. I can handle that shit,” your boyfriend insists.

“No! Please... I don’t want anything bad to happen to you because of me,” you say quietly.

From the tone of your voice, Fez can sense how uneasy you are. He shakes his head and slowly walks towards you. He takes your hand and gives you a gentle, reassuring look.

“You my girl, nobody should be messin’ with you, ‘specially him.”

You sigh, taking in your boyfriend’s words. Nobody looks out for you or protects you the way that Fez does. Not even your own family. He really does care about you.

Unsure what to say, you just pull Fez into a hug. You nuzzle your head into his shoulder as he wraps his arms around you.

“It’ll be alright, ma. Promise,” Fez says softly.

Your body relaxes in Fez's arms. In this moment, you feel safe.

[lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks]

Grabbing Smoke

As much time as Sam spent with her best friends, sometimes she enjoyed a little bit of time alone.

Tucker was helping his mother bake cookies for some kind of fundraiser for the hospital, and Danny was busy visiting Pandora for fighting lessons. Apparently they were using swords today.

As fun as it sounded, Sam opted to stay behind, it had been a while since she'd been down to the park to feed the ducks. She didn't get quiet moments like that very often any more.

There was an uncharacteristic skip to her gait as she walked to the park, a canvas tote bag swinging from her arm.

Living in Amity Park, and especially hanging around with Danny, gave her an eerie sense to when something was amiss. Nothing quite like Danny's ghost sense, but she'd learned to detect a particular chill to the air, a prickling at the back of her neck. It could easily be mistaken for a chilly breeze, but Sam knew better. The crunch of gravel under Sam's boots was the only sound permeating the still air, not even the trees were rustling.

She continued her walk through the park, past the wishing fountain and through a trail where the trees grew slightly more dense.

The trail opened up to a large pond, it wasn't anything especially picturesque, the reeds were a little overgrown, the ground was muddy, but there were a few simple weather worn benches by the path that looped around the water.

Sam took a seat, pulling out a bag of frozen peas. She opened it, tipped a few into her hand and tossed them into the water.

The ducks immediately sped across the pond toward her, fighting for the peas that the turtles hadn't already gotten to.

Instead of grabbing another handful, she held the bag out to the empty seat to her left, waiting for a moment before shaking the bag impatiently.

A green hand slipped into the bag, pulling out a handful of peas before tossing them into the water.

"How'd you know I was here?" Kitty asked, now sitting visibly on the other end of the bench as Sam poured out more peas for both of them.

"I have my ways." Sam smirked. "What I want to know is why you've been following me all week."

"You knew for that long and you didn't say nothin'?" Kitty huffed. "Damn, I gotta up my game."

A duck waddled up and nibbled on her boot.

"Alright alright, ya hungry little doofus." Kitty lowered a hand full of peas and cooed as the duck happily ate from her palm. "Aww these guys aren't shy at all, do you come here a lot?"

"When I can." Sam tossed a few more peas into the water for the turtles. "So why are you following me?"

Kitty sat back and pressed her lips together, thinking.

"Look it's just... I don't remember much from when I was livin', you know? It's all sorta grey and fuzzy, I can't remember what anyone looked like, except Johnny." she tossed some peas to a smaller duck at the back of the group. "But as soon as I showed up here in town and I saw your face, I thought I felt... I dunno, somethin'. Like I'd seen you before, or maybe you just reminded me of someone, but I can't remember who, it's like grabbing smoke."

She lobbed a few peas a little harder than was necessary at the water. The turtles sucked them up greedily.

"So you've just been following me hoping you might remember something else?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," Kitty sighed. "But it's not working."

Sam swung her foot idly between a pair of scuffling ducks, splitting them up before tossing out some more peas.

"Maybe I'm related to someone you knew. Where did you grow up?"

Kitty frowned down at the water.

"I... I don't know." she said, deflating somewhat. "I didn't even realise I forgot that."

Sam couldn't help but feel for her, Danny had told her that ghosts would often forget things from their past, especially once they'd been dead for longer than they'd been alive. Somehow she had never really considered how terrifying that must be.

"You know..." Sam started carefully. "I could show you some old family photos. Maybe you'll recognise someone?"

Kitty looked up, eyes shining brightly.

"Really? You'd do that for me?"

"Why not?" Sam shrugged. "If you were here to cause trouble you would have done it by now."

"Aw, I never thought you'd wanna do something like that for me." said Kitty, smiling brightly. "You always seemed like such a bitch."

Sam laughed.

"If you'd spent a week being someone that wasn't Paulina, I would probably have seemed like less of a bitch."

"So you guys are big rivals or somethin'?" Kitty asked, grabbing some more peas and giggling as three ducks tried to eat from her hand at once.

"It's more that we have... conflicting ideologies. She thinks that appearances and reputation are the most important things in life, just like my parents." Sam lobbed some more peas into the water, they both watched them disappear as the turtles quickly snapped them up. "It's shallow and stupid, and I don't get why they have to push that shit on everyone. I don't care what people think, I just want to be whoever the hell I wanna be without having to fight for it all the time."

Kitty's face turned contemplative as she tapped her nails on the back of the bench.

"I think... I was like that." she said, slowly. "I wanted to feel fun and exciting, but my parents..."

She trailed off, frowning.

"My parents... I didn't like them. They didn't like me bein' the way I was, I can't really remember why."

Sam emptied out the last of the peas and scattered them over the ground, she scrunched up the empty packet and shoved it back into her tote bag.

"You know, if we went to school together we would probably have gotten along." said Sam as she stood up, gesturing toward the path. "Let's go check out those photos."

Instead of floating invisibly behind, Kitty walked by Sam's side as they headed back to her house. She idly waved at people as they drove past, grinning when someone stared a little too long and almost ran a red light.

"You know, it's nice bein' able to walk around in the day." Kitty said, skipping a little. "Wish I could do it more often."

"What's stopping you?"

"What do you think?" Kitty's lip pulled up in disgust. "Any time I show up your dumb friend sucks me up in his stupid thermos. Only reason I can walk around right now is because I got you as my get out of jail free card."

"Danny doesn't care if you just want to walk around." Sam scoffed. "He lets ghosts wander around town all the time, he only gets involved when you start breaking things."

"Uggghhh but just walking around is so boring." Kitty pouted. "I mean yeah it's nice and I like it but it gets old real quick."

"Then you'll have to get used to getting tossed back in the ghost zone. Do not pass go, do not collect $200."

"Don't you ever get sick of his goody goody attitude?" Kitty asked. "I mean you and I aren't so different right? You're all about the rebel gig, don't you ever feel like keyin' some asshole's car, or takin' a baseball bat to some mail boxes?"

"Only if they deserve it." said Sam with a smirk. "But I feel like you aren't especially picky about whose stuff you're breaking."

They approached the door to the Manson mansion, Sam hopped up the steps and stuck the key in the lock. She touched the mezuzah on the doorpost without a second thought before opening the door and standing aside to invite Kitty in.

The ghost stared up at her warily.

"I can't get past it."

"Past what?" Sam asked.

"The mezuzah, it keeps me out."

"What?" Sam frowned. "It hasn't stopped other ghosts from getting in."

"Well it stops me." Kitty insisted. "I think it's got somethin' to do with what we believed in when we were alive. I haven't got a problem with churches but when Johnny tried to ride his bike through one he couldn't get in. His mom raised him Catholic, he says he doesn't believe in any of that stuff, but I think he still does, deep down."

"So does that mean you were Jewish?" Sam asked, smiling curiously.

"I AM Jewish." Kitty crossed her arms. "Bein' a ghost hasn't changed that, it just... means that we got a few things a little wrong."

Sam thought about that for a moment, before stepping aside and gesturing toward the door again.

"Well, if you've been invited and you're not going to cause any trouble, then I don't see why you shouldn't be able to come in."

Kitty climbed the steps slowly, fingers reaching out and cautiously brushing over the mezuzah, she didn't feel anything unusual, no zap or burn or pain. She took a step through the doorway and passed the threshold without issue, no invisible force or barrier like the last time she tried to follow Sam inside.

"Well, what do you know." she said, grinning.

Sam lead her into a large, open planned kitchen and dining area, the tiles were bright white save for the specks of mud Sam's boots tracked through the room. The decor was minimalist, the atmosphere bland and sterile, she could smell some kind of citrus surface cleaner.

The back wall was all windows, leading to a patio surrounded by perfectly trimmed grass. As they approached, Sam turned, heading towards a door to their right.

The next room felt a lot more friendly, it was full of bookshelves and red tones. The lounges looked soft and inviting, a fireplace sat cold and empty against the back wall, but Kitty didn't have to try hard to imagine it roaring to life, filling the room with its warm glow.

"This is basically my Grandma's part of the house." Sam informed her, voice low. "Her bedroom is just through there, she's usually napping around this time of day so try not to make too much noise."

Kitty slipped off her jacket and laid it over the back of the lounge, already feeling at home in the cosy little room. She looked over the books as Sam fussed around some kind of large ornate chest.

"Here it is." She hefted a large photo album from the chest, carefully closing and latching it again. "Let's see if you recognise anyone in here."

Kitty sat down beside Sam as she opened up the pristine book, the outer cover was beige with the name Manson inscribed in golden cursive on the front. The first page was full of old faded photos, in greyscale or sepia tones.

"Ugh, I'm not that old." said Kitty, flicking ahead a few pages.

The pictures were colourful now, but still grainy, there was a young blonde boy in seventies style jeans leaning casually against a Chevrolet.

"Wait hold up," Kitty pointed at the boy. "Him, I feel like I've seen him before."

"That's my dad." said Sam, surprised. "His name is Jeremy, did you know him?"

Kitty hummed a little, gently tracing a finger over the picture.

"Jeremy... Jeremy, I'm not sure," she frowned. "But he definitely looks familiar."

They continued through the book, when suddenly Kitty slapped her hand down roughly on a photo of a pair of young women.

"Her! I know her! She was a mega bitch!"

"Shhh keep it down." Sam hissed.

"Sorry," Kitty pointed to the blonde girl in the photo. "That one! I don't know how I knew her, but I definitely knew her. She was a total brat."

Sam slipped the photo out of its sleeve and read the neat cursive on the back.

"This is... my Aunt Caroline, in 1985. She's my dad's sister." Sam looked up at Kitty, amused. "I can't believe you had beef with my family."

"Your family are snobs." Kitty sniffed. "Carrie was such a ditz, she thought she was sooo bitchin' because her daddy bought her a Mercedes."

"Yeah, that sounds about right." Sam grimaced. "Did you guys go to school together or something?"

"Maybe..." Kitty took the photo from Sam's hand, staring intently. "I'm pretty sure I skipped school a lot, I hated it there. It was a private school, we had to wear uniforms, barf."

"I would never have guessed you were a private school kid." Sam shook her head. "But most people would say that about me so it's not like I can judge."

"You went to private school?" Kitty asked, "How'd you end up in that Casper High dump?"

"Got myself expelled." said Sam, voice thick with pride. "Elementary, middle and high school, got kicked out of all three."

"Damn, you're good."

Sam grinned, slipping the photo back in its sleeve and continuing to the next page.

Kitty pointed to a few other photos, remarking on their familiarity, but not quite able to grasp how she knew them, the memories only flickered in her periphery.

"Wait," Kitty whispered, fingers brushing over a polaroid containing three people. "This is..."

The picture looked as though it were taken at some kind of party, a man and a woman faced the camera, each with a glass of champagne raised in their hands. The woman's other hand rested on the shoulder of a teenage girl with auburn hair, pulled into a tidy braid. She stared glumly at the camera.

"That's Katherine." Sam said, pointing to the girl. "She was my dad's cousin, but she got hit by a car when she was-"

Sam paused, looking over at Kitty's wide eyes and then back to the photo.

"Noooo way." Sam pulled the photo out of the sleeve. "Is this you?"

Kitty took the photo in trembling hands.

"I... I forgot I used to look like that." she fiddled with a lock of her green, teased hair. "I remember this party, I didn't want to go but mom and dad threatened to take away all my records and cassettes if I didn't."

Sam stared at Kitty, mouth agape.

"You're Car Crash Katherine?! My dad talks about you all the time! He always told me about the shit you used to get up to, he'd tell me that any kind of 'rebellious behaviour' was a slippery slope to 'dying on the back of some delinquent's motorcycle'." Sam put a hand on Kitty's shoulder. "You were my bad influence role model."

Kitty's red eyes shone with tears, photo still in hand, she wrapped her arms around Sam.

"This is majorly wicked! My legacy lives on! Corrupting the youth from beyond the grave!" Kitty laughed. "My parents would go totally mental."

She stopped laughing, her face turning forlorn as she drew back from Sam and stared down at the picture.

"Are they still alive?" she asked, a tremble in her voice.

"Yeah..." said Sam. "They live in a retirement home in Florida. They don't come around very often."

Kitty traced a finger over their faces.

"I wonder if they miss me." she said quietly. "Or if they were glad to be rid of the family embarrassment."

Sam didn't answer, she had wondered the same thing herself, if her parents would even care if she died. They hadn't given her a lot of reason to think they would.

She rested a sympathetic hand on Kitty's arm.

"Oh, you have a friend over bubbeleh?" a croaky voice spoke from the bedroom doorway.

Sam and Kitty both turned to see Ida Manson shuffling into the room, cleaning her glasses with her sleeve.

"Sorry Grandma, we didn't mean to be too loud." Sam apologised. "This is my... um, friend, Kitty. Kitty this is my Grandma Ida-"

"Ida?!" Kitty shot to her feet, staring in shock at the old woman. "Aunt Ida?!"

Ida squinted at Kitty, before quickly setting her glasses back on her face.

"Well as I live and breath, is that you Kathy?"

"Oh my god this is getting super weird." Sam whispered.

Kitty leapt over the ottoman to wrap Ida up in a tight hug, the old woman was surprised for a moment, but held her warmly in return.

"It's me Aunt Ida! Not really living or breathing but it's me!" Kitty laughed breathlessly.

"Oh my goodness, when all the ghosts started showing up all over town I wondered if I would ever see someone I knew." She rubbed comforting circles on Kitty's back as the ghost choked on a few sobs. "It's good to see you again Kathy."

Ida pulled away and wiped a tear from Kitty's face.

"And I'm so glad you aren't stuck wearing what your parents buried you in."

Kitty couldn't help but laugh through her tears.

"Let me guess, it was that putrid blue dress, wasn't it?"

"The dress wasn't nearly as bad as what they did to your hair." Ida snickered, patting Kitty's hand. "It had little ribbons in it and everything."

"I almost forgot you." Kitty placed her palm gently against Ida's face. "You were the only one in the family who ever loved me for being me, and I almost forgot you. I'm so sorry, I should have come to find you sooner but I just-"

"Shhhh, it's okay bubbeleh." Ida grasped her hand tight. "I think being dead is a pretty good excuse for forgetting a few things."

Sam stood beside the lounge, watching the two in shock, she wasn't entirely certain whether or not to intrude. Whatever she had been expecting to discover with Kitty today, it certainly hadn't been this.

Though in hindsight, it did explain Kitty's familiarity with Sam, people always said she had taken after her Grandma.

Ida let go of Kitty and hobbled over to the photo album still sitting on the lounge.

"Oh you don't want to look at that album." she said, as she shoved it onto the coffee table. She wandered to the other side of the room and began rummaging around in a small cupboard. "You want this one."

She pulled out a book with well worn, peeling edges. Pieces of the plastic sleeves had cracked off and crumbled away. It was old, and weatherbeaten, it was obvious that Ida had looked through it many many times.

"Here we go." she sat down in the middle of the lounge, gesturing for the two girls to come sit beside her. "These are the forbidden photos."

She opened the pages, the photos inside were entirely different from the 'official' album, there were no perfectly poised, prim and proper photos of people in nice, presentable clothes. They were all candid shots, people in the middle of eating or laughing, some were stumbling around blind drunk, a few were smoking joints. There were pictures from parties and protest rallies, in backyards and drive ins.

There was a picture of Jeremy as a young boy, grinning with one of his front teeth missing and grass in his hair.

"Only in this family would losing your baby teeth make a photo 'unsavoury'." Ida grizzled as she continued through the album. "I saved so many pictures that my husband would have thrown out otherwise."

"Ugh, Uncle Peter was such a prude, he wouldn't even let me in the house if I didn't have my shoulders covered up." Kitty rolled her eyes.

"He used to be so much more relaxed when we were young." Ida sighed. "He changed when he inherited his father's business, he forgot how to have fun."

A few pages later Kitty squealed in excitement.

"Oh my god! That's Frankie! She was my best friend, we used to do everything together!"

The Kitty in the photo looked far more like the Kitty Sam knew. Her hair was teased up, and she was wearing a crop top and a miniskirt. The other girl, Frankie, had short curled hair and a leather jacket. They each had an arm around the others' shoulder and grinned wildly.

"I love this one." Ida smiled as she pulled the picture out of the sleeve. "That was the night I gave you a lift to that concert."

"Oh that show was sooo good! I got my nose pierced there! It got so infected, Mom grounded me for a month." Kitty laughed.

"Man, and I thought I was cool for skipping school to go see Circus Gothica." Sam grinned. "I'm gonna have to come home with a tattoo next time."

"I can't believe I forgot about Frankie, I can't believe I forgot about all of this." Kitty held the photo close to her chest, a few tears running down her face. "I'm so glad it's not gone for good."

She kept the photo in hand as they looked through the rest of the album. There were many pictures of Ida, all of them with other people of all walks of life.

"Oh this was when you took us to that pride parade!" Kitty smiled. "You made Frankie so happy, and you knew a lot of the drag queens there, like a LOT."

"Grandma took me to a drag show when I was 10," said Sam. "Even took me backstage to meet them all, my parents thought we went to the theatre to see Romeo and Juliet."

"Oh I have photos from that." Ida flipped through the pages, getting closer to the end of the album. "Here we are, oh Evelyn just LOVED you."

Sam looked at the picture of Evelyn, frowning slightly.

"Oh weird, she kinda looks like Mr Lancer's sister, he keeps her photo on his desk..." Sam paused as she processed what she just said. "That's not his sister is it?"

"You probably shouldn't bring it up." said Ida gently. "Teachers can get in trouble for associating with this sort of thing."

"That's so bogus!" Kitty cried. "I really thought this kinda stuff would be better in the future!"

"It is," Ida assured her. "But we're a long way from perfect."

Ida flipped back through the album, searching for more pictures of Kitty and Frankie. There were a good few of them, each one Ida pulled out and passed over for Kitty to look at and hold onto.

"Oh woah, is that Johnny?" Sam pointed to a picture of Kitty sitting on the back of a motorcycle with a blonde boy. "He looks exactly the same, just a little less pale."

"Oh, did Johnny come back as a ghost too?" Ida asked.

"Yeah! We've been together all this time, in sickness and in death." Kitty beamed. "Mom and dad blamed him for everything I did, even if he wasn't around when I did it. They said him and Frankie were 'corrupting' me."

She rolled her eyes.

"I bet they blamed him for my death too. They'd be so mad if they knew we were still together."

"Just goes to show they had no chance of keeping you two apart." Ida said. "Not even death could do that."

Kitty held the photo tight in both hands, her shoulders began to shake slightly.

"It was my fault you know." she said with a trembling little giggle. "Funny huh? My parents always blamed him for everything, but in the end it was my fault we got hit. We were havin' a fight over somethin' stupid and I distracted him-"

Ida wrapped an arm around Kitty, patting her head comfortingly as she laid it against the old woman's shoulder.

"I think you're being too hard on yourself bubbeleh." Ida whispered gently into her hair. "It was raining, the truck that hit you was running a red light, the driver was charged for both your deaths. Even if you did distract him, you weren't the only card at play that night."

She gave Kitty a light shake.

"And don't think I didn't see the way Johnny used to drive that thing, he was reckless. I have no doubt that he wasn't paying as much attention as he should have been." She placed a kiss on the girl's forehead and squeezed her tight. "It's not fair to hold all of that responsibility on yourself, even if you both did everything right, that truck still would have run that red light, it still would have been raining. It was just pure rotten luck."

Sam had never heard a ghost talk about their death before, even Danny didn't like talking about his accident, and asking about it was incredibly taboo. Sam had been pushing her luck earlier just by mentioning the car crash.

It said a lot about Kitty's love for Ida that she chose to open up about it. Sam couldn't say she was surprised, her Grandma had always been like that. Never anything but an endless well of love and support, and the occasional kick in the pants if you needed it.

"Johnny's always had rotten luck." Kitty sniffed. "Follows him like a shadow."

"Literally." Sam snorted.

After a few more moments, Ida pulled herself away from Kitty, she got up and began rooting through the cupboards, muttering to herself.

"Aha, here it is."

She brought over an empty photo album, it was roughly the size of a small pocketbook, containing only one photo sleeve per page.

"I meant to fill this with photos for Sam to keep." Ida admitted as she shuffled back over to the girls. "But I don't think she'll mind donating it to a good cause."

She winked at Sam, who nodded back.

"Here," Ida pressed the little album into Kitty's hands. "Memories are a fickle thing, but photos are forever."

"I can't take these!" Kitty insisted, pushing the album back. "They're your memories too!"

"Oh my god you're both so old." Sam laughed, "Dad has a printer/scanner. I can make copies."

As Sam took the polaroids to her dad's office, Ida and Kitty pored over the rest of the album, Kitty picking out more photos to copy. She chose a few of Ida and Sam, and even one of Carrie.

"She was a total loser and I hated her but I don't hate remembering her, you know? I want to remember everything, even the bad stuff."

She took a photo of her parents, just one.

When Sam came back with the last batch of photos, Ida finished slipping them into the little album.

"There's still a few sleeves left." Sam pointed out, holding up her phone with a smile. "We've got room for a couple of family reunion pics."

The two girls squished up against Ida as Sam snapped as many shots as she could. Ones where they smiled, ones where they laughed, ones where they laid haphazardly across the lounge together.

Then Sam took a few candids of just Kitty and Ida, as they looked through the new album they'd just made together. Capturing Kitty laughing at something as Ida looked at her with a soft, loving smile.

Kitty clutched the album to her chest as she gave Ida a long, drawn out hug.

"Thank you so much." she said, her voice thick with gratitude. "It's like I can see my life in colour again."

She left the house with the assurance that she would always be welcome back, at any time, and a promise that she would always be looking out for her 'new favourite cousin'.

Sam flicked through the photos she took on her phone, she would have to make sure to have copies printed by the time Kitty returned to visit.

She knew Kitty coming over regularly was going to make things complicated, her apparent newfound protectiveness over Sam could potentially backfire in many spectacular ways, she was petty and troublesome when in the right mood.

But then again, so was Ida, and so was Sam.

At least she had better things to do now than beat up strangers' mail boxes, Danny was certainly going to be glad to hear that.