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sleepysnk · 3 years

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this wasn't requested, but it has been on my mind all night! i decided to give you guys some angst, this will he set in a modern high school au and Eren is the classic bad boy, while reader is the good girl. i'm not gonna share too much, but here ya go! i hope you guys enjoy, this will be manbun Eren btw!

Eren x Fem!Reader: You Don't Need Me

Warnings: angst, some mentions of violence (not to reader), police involvement

(Y/N) giggled as she got into the car with Eren. He was picking her up from her job at the cafe.

"Hey.. thank you for the ride," she said and looked at him with a smile.

Eren smiled and ran a hand through his hair. "No problem.. don't ever hesitate to message me when you need one," he said and began to drive the car.

Eren and (Y/N) had been talking for a pretty long time, the girl who had a crush on the boy since junior year. Now as a senior, she finally got the opportunity to get to know him, with the help of her friend Armin who was friends with Eren. She never thought she would ever get this far in speaking or being this close with him. Eren was always so closed off.

"You want anything to eat?" he asked and looked at her.

She sighed. "Not really.. I gotta get home to study for this exam. It's crucial for me," she replied and leaned back in the seat.

Eren nodded. "Exams are stupid, why let a score determine what you're gonna be in life?" he said, shrugging.

She laughed a bit and looked on her phone. "Easy for you to say, you never are in school," she said.

He laughed. "Okay, that's true," he replied, glancing over at her.

(Y/N) was the perfect student. 4.0 GPA, was on the dance team, had multiple college scholarships offered, was in AP classes, and had an amazing report card. It was no overstatement to say she was set for greatness in life.

Eren wasn't the best student. The boy never really was in school, he had bad grades, a bad temper, got into trouble with the law, fights, drugs once or twice, and has gotten suspended multiple times. There was almost a time where Eren got into so much trouble that he almost got expelled, thanks to Carla and Grisha, his parents, that didn't happen.

Thing was, Eren never mentioned any of the bad to (Y/N). As far as the girl knew, Eren was just a simple lazy guy who didn't come to school. He kept her out of that shit, he felt like she didn't need to know.

"Alright.. we're here" he said and put the car in park.

(Y/N) gathered her things and looked at him. "Thank you for the ride, it means a lot" she said and smiled at him.

Eren smiled. "No problem, I'll see you tomorrow? Text me" he replied and gave her a hug.

She nodded. "See you later" she said and got out of his car.

Eren waved as she got out, he waited for her to get inside and he drove off. He had to go do something for someone he knew, and he had to do it fast.

His phone began to ring and he noticed it was the guy. "Hey.. I'm on my way" he said.

The guy who's name was Porco, sighed. "Good.. you need to hurry your ass up, we have to get this shit in your car and out of here" he said.

Eren nodded. "Okay, I'll be there soon" he replied and hung up.

He drove about 15 minutes away and arrived at the place. He sent a text to Porco, and waited for someone to come out. Eren felt nervous, realizing it was now past curfew, cops would be crawling around. Especially at this time of night and where he was.

He heard a knock on his window and saw a hooded figure, Eren got out and looked at the guy. Porco removed his hoodie.

"Finally you got here, take it. Hide it and don't show anyone" he said and handed Eren a bag.

The bag felt heavy and he felt the metal of the handgun through it. "You got it" he said and looked around.

Porco nodded. "Alright man I believe in you, don't get caught" he said and tapped his arm.

Eren got back into the car as Porco walked off, he began to drive back to his house. He had to hide this gun as quickly as possible, he heard his phone go off and he noticed (Y/N) texted him. The text made him smile, he knew how much she liked him, she was so cute.

As Eren was texting back his worst fear was now facing him as the red and blue flashes appeared behind him.

"Shit!" Eren yelled and looked around for a place to pull over.

Eren's anxiety shot through the roof. He already had enough issues with the law, he shoved the gun under the passenger seat and hoped for the best.

The officer knocked on the window. "License and registration please" he said.

Eren rolled down the window and grabbed his license, he searched the glovebox for the registration and handed it to the officer.

The officer looked at it. "Eren Jaeger huh? I remember you, you stole alcohol and I found you drinking" he said and laughed a bit.

He rolled his eyes and shook his leg nervously. "I don't remember you very much" he replied and tried to seem cool.

"I'm gonna go run your stuff, remain here" the officer said and walked away.

Eren felt his heart beating in his ears, he wanted to get this over already. He wasn't even sure why he was pulled over, he wasn't even doing anything bad.

The officer came back and handed him his stuff. "I pulled you over because you were speeding and you were texting and driving. Considering your record, I'm going to have to search the vehicle. You can refuse but-" the officer stopped when he looked in the car seeing a beer bottle. "Sir.. have you been drinking tonight?" he asked.

Eren furrowed his brows. "No? I'm fine" he replied.

"There's a beer bottle right there" he said and pointed at it.

Fuck.

"Eren I'm going to have to ask you to please step out of the vehicle" the officer said and looked at him.

He sighed and unbuckled his seatbelt. "It's not mine.. I don't know how it got there" he said as he got out.

"I need backup" the officer said on his radio. "Wait right there on the curb" he added and pointed at the curb.

Eren sat down on the curb and saw another cop car pull up, the two officers began talking and one of them came over to Eren.

"Alright so we're going to search your vehicle, we have probable cause. Is there any kind of weapon in your vehicle we should be concerned about? This is when you should be honest" the officer asked.

Eren looked up. "No.." he replied.

The officers went to go search Eren's car, he felt anxiety going through him. He silently prayed that they wouldn't find the gun, he felt sick he wanted to throw up on the spot.

"What do we have here?" the officer said and looked at Eren. He was holding the bag with the gun in it. "You're going to jail tonight," he added.

Fuck.

The next day (Y/N) didn't see Eren at school, she was a bit confused, maybe he was skipping again?

She was sitting in class with her friend Sasha. "He hasn't texted me back at all" (Y/N) said and looked at her.

Sasha shrugged. "Maybe he's asleep, Eren is always skipping. You know you could ask Mikasa or Armin, they usually know" she said.

She sighed. "Armin told me he doesn't know anything apparently" she replied.

Sasha put her hand onto her shoulder. "Just ask Mikasa" she said.

The bell rang and students began to exit the classroom, (Y/N) made her way down the stairs and saw Mikasa standing with Armin. The two seemed to be talking about something, she just wanted to know where the hell Eren was.

"Hey Mikasa… have you seen Eren?" (Y/N) asked and nodded.

Mikasa looked at her and rolled her eyes. "I know where he is, he's so stupid! I'm surprised you're asking, considering you both are so close" she replied.

(Y/N)'s brows furrowed. "Huh? What do you mean? Eren said he'd come to school" she said and sounded confused.

The dark-haired girl looked at Armin. "You don't know?" he asked and nodded.

(Y/N) seemed genuinely confused by what the two were saying. "No.. I don't, guys can you please just tell me?" she replied.

Mikasa sighed. "Eren is in jail, he got caught with a gun last night. He's so stupid, this is his 3rd time in jail" she said and crossed her arms.

She felt her body go weak and she dropped her phone to the floor. "He what? N-No.. stop messing around, that's not like Eren" she replied.

Armin put his hand on her shoulder. "He didn't tell you? (Y/N), this is pretty normal. He always gets involved with the law" he said and looked at her.

She picked up her phone. "Thanks guys, I'm gonna go.." she said and walked away from them.

(Y/N) went to the bathroom and began to break down, what the hell was Eren doing with a gun? She never knew Eren had issues with the law, she always assumed he was just a guy who skipped school and had anger issues. Why would he lie to her? What else was he lying about?

Things on Eren's end weren't better either. He was on bail at the moment, his bail was about $7000. His mom was pissed and so was his dad. Eren fucked up and he knew Porco wasn't going to be happy either, Eren snitched.

The officer approached the holding cell. "Good news, you just got bailed out" he said and began to unlock the doors.

Eren stood up and exited the holding cell, he saw his parents standing there. "You all have a good night now" another officer said and nodded.

The three exited the police station. "Eren what the fuck!? Do you know what the hell you just did?" his mom yelled as he sat in the car.

Eren rubbed his temples. "Yes mom I'm fully fucking aware!" he replied.

His dad looked back at him. "We paid $7000 to get you out of here! Why the fuck did you have a gun!? Who the hell gave it to you?" he asked.

Eren looked around the car. "I can't fucking tell you! Jesus dad, lay off!" he replied.

His dad scoffed. "You're in deep shit when you get home," he said and turned back to drive.

The drive home was quiet, Eren got home and went to his room instantly. His phone had multiple messages from Armin, Mikasa, and (Y/N)... shit (Y/N)! What the fuck was he going to do?

Eren looked at his phone as it pinged again. The message left his anxiety sky-high.

Porco: YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD MAN.

He rubbed his head and threw his phone. "Fuck.." he said and looked around his room.

The night was upon him and Eren decided to just leave his house, he couldn't stay here and risk this. He climbed out of the window and began to walk down the street, Eren looked on his phone and put it into his pocket.

"Eren?" he turned around as he heard the familiar voice of (Y/N).

Eren stopped in his tracks and walked over to her. "(Y/N).." he said.

She backed away from him. "I thought you were in jail…" she said and looked down.

His eyes went wide as he realized the truth had finally come out. "So you know huh?.. (Y/N), know I wasn't lying to you on purpose" he said and tried to reach out to her.

(Y/N) wiped away a few stray tears. "Eren why the fuck would you lie!?" she asked.

He looked at her. "(Y/N)... I did it to keep you away from the shit I do" he replied. "I didn't do it for no reason," he added.

"You're just a punk huh? What a fucking lie, Eren,” she said.

His anger began to rush through him. "Why the fuck are you crying!? Huh? You don't fucking NEED me (Y/N)! You have a fucking life ahead of you, I don't. I'm bad for YOU, and you fucking know it. You don't have to deal with cops on your ass, or have to worry about if someone is gonna come fucking kill your family. You don't fucking understand! You're just a fucking perfect daddy's girl. You're so fucking NEEDY (Y/N). You don't need someone like me" he yelled.

She felt tears pour from her eyes. "W-Wait.. Eren, what? What are you talking about?" she asked and furrowed her brows.

"Just stay the fuck away from me! I don't want you! Go live your perfect life, you don't need me. I need to go" Eren said and began to walk off.

(Y/N) watched as Eren began to run off. "Eren…" she cried as he walked off.

The feeling of her heart breaking was suffocating her, and Eren felt his tears burning his eyes. She didn't need a guy like Eren, she deserved better.

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tricktster · 4 years

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i finally bought a new car, which required me to trade in my beloved old car. Now there was a lot that sucked about my old car, like, for example:

the driver’s window seal leaked, so I had to hold a towel up to it whenever I went through the car wash or got caught in a thunderstorm, or in the alternative, appear places as my alter ego, Ol’ Wet Sleeve.

one day, for no discernible reason, the passenger door power lock made a metallic shriek for thirty minutes and then refused to ever work again

the windshield fluid reservoir was cracked, so I not only had to stop at every gas station to wipe the salt off my windshield all winter, but until the last of the fluid worked its way out of its system, every parking spot looked like my car had done a blue tinkle

something went terribly wrong with the anti-theft system which caused it to beep incessantly until the battery quite literally drained from the effort every time I locked my door and it was even mildly humid, culminating in the day its incessant wailing ruined a kishi bashi concert and then never deployed again

once there was a chipmunk on the windshield and I needed to get to work so I started the car and began driving VERY slowly in the hopes it would jump off, but it instead disappeared into a hole next to the wipers and I just had to hope it crawled out at work because i was late and surely that hole didn’t lead anywhere

the hole apparently led somewhere, and the chipmunk made a home somewhere under the hood

thereafter, the chipmunk, and I do not understand the mechanics here, figured out how to get into the cabin and left about 15 uneaten acorns, 30 partially eaten acorns, 100 acorn shells, and 1000 tiny poops on the floor

after i got the tires rotated last year, the right front wheel made an irreversible and humiliating squeaking noise whenever i went less than 50 miles an hour

it got stuck in very small amounts of snow with extreme, perverse regularity

there were inexplicable danger buttons on the steering wheel that made the automatic transmission turn into a manual - which I cannot drive. But don’t worry, they were incredibly easy to deploy accidentally and could only be fixed by turning the whole car off

the horn sounded like a clown nose

After five years without so much as a scrape, I told my mom about my intention to buy a better car and trade in the old one for a few thousand bucks. Approximately 17 hours thereafter, my mom accidentally backed into it with her car, leaving a huge dent and rendering the whole car worth literally dozens of dollars.

Three days later, my mom ran into it again, but this time with the rider mower. Although the rider mower cannot top five miles per hour, she claimed the collision was unavoidable because “the rider mower doesn’t have brakes!” although she was unable to explain how that prevented her from, you know, steering around the large stationary object. Also the rider mower has brakes.

Now I know this all sounds very bad and dumb. However, there were three great things about my car that made up for all that nonsense:

1. it only had two seats. Examples of why this ruled:

“oh, you guys need a ride somewhere? Oh sorrrrrry I caaaaaan’t, it’s a twooooo seater.”

“you need help moving? SOOOOOORRRYYY I CAAAAAN’T FIT ANYTHING IN THERE AND I ONLYYYYY GOT TWO SEATSSS MANNNNN.”

“It’s my turn to be the DD? Sure, that only seems fa- OH SORRY CAN’T NOT EQUIPPED TWO SEATS IS THE THINGGGG.

2. because it was stupid small, I could go roughly 340 miles on about 20 dollars of gas (unless I pressed the red button that made it much less fuel efficient but made the engine noise go “vrmVOOM,” you know, to impress men)

Lastly, and most importantly:

3. the license plate that it was randomly assigned was absolutely incredible. Now I don’t want to get doxxed so this is a fake plate to protect my car’s identity, but it was, in essence, ORC-42069. It was fantasy creature + the funny numbers. It was so fucking choice.

Anyway, I loved that stupid, selfish, garbage car, but it was time to let it go, on account of I Drive In Vermont And This Winter It Nearly Killed Me (On 3 Separate Occasions). So two weeks ago I agreed to trade in the Jerkmobile for, and this is no joke, ONE DOLLAR, I said goodbye to the funniest plates in automotive history, I put several thousand bucks down on a preowned car with only 8k miles and that sweet all wheel drive, and I settled in to wait for the NYSDMV to process the registration.

It took like fifteen days to get the registration settled, but because NYSDMV employees, like the rest of us, are dealing with a global pandemic, I wasn’t about to complain about the wait. And I like to think that my non-Karen energy reaped beautiful rewards. See, at the dealership this evening, I finally laid eyes on my brand new car.

Look, I don’t believe in God. I have to remind myself sometimes that there’s nobody pulling the strings, that human beings tend to draw connections between unrelated points of data, that none of this MEANS anything. And yet, at the same time....

oh what intelligence

what divine providence

that my new randomly generated license plate should begin with a thrash metal band and end in 69.

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jaylamcd68 · 3 years

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The Rookie 3x14

GUYS I CAN’T I AM TOO SHOOK.. but I will .. god this episode was SO good though, literally the entire time I was giddy, but you just KNEW they were going to do us dirty with a cliffhanger!!!

Last week I broke it down into character arcs but it was way to blended this week so its basically going to be a walk-through of the whole episode scene by scene.

Nyla gives Lucy one last talk as she prepares to go under. Lucy then is seen just wasting time in her time in her cover motel room waiting to see if someone is going to contact her. Wopez’s wedding venue was raided by the FBI - she says they’re getting married on Saturday at the court house Tamara and Silos help out Wesley’s mother to plan a new wedding in 2 days time. Nolan gets a knock on the door from a girl dog sitting for his neighbours who got locked out. He helps her out and they plan to see each other later. Smitty is Nolan’s TO for the day (Hilarious) Aldo’s brother Dahrio Salonga and crew break into Lucy’s motel room and tell her she needs to cook for them, they tell her they are taking her for a ride somewhere and make her leave her gun but Lucy gets her spare from the closet. They make her leave her phone behind. The wedding planning trio arrive at the new venue which is closed for repairs. Wesley’s mother tells the man in charge there that her son is getting married here on Saturday - Nolan connected with some construction contacts to have the repairs finished early so they could use the venue. Nolan talks with Cesar’s girlfriend to try and get her to convince him to contact the police to make a deal to torpedo his old business since it’s now under the control of La Fiera. Nolan then dislocates his finger chasing down a shoplifting suspect. Lucy is driving with Dahrio and Bob Morely’s character who’s name I didn’t catch, they tell her they are robbing a chemical supply store to get the necessary supplies to make what they need. Lucy speeds through an intersection and gets pulled over BUT ITS JACKSON AND TIM. Dahrio says he’s going to shoot the officers because she is supposedly out on bail, Bob Morely’s character has a warrant for his arrest and the car they are driving is stolen, so of course Lucy is like WHAT no, so she tells them she hasn’t gotten a ticket since she was 16 because she always flirts her way out of it so when Tim asks her for her license and registration Lucy PAINFULLY flirts with Tim, I honestly couldn’t even enjoy it because it was SO bad, but imma let my girl slide on this one since Tim and Jackson’s lives were at stake. Anyways Tim gets what she is trying to do and let’s them go, with Lucy giving them some info to pass onto Nyla as well in secret by saying they were late to pick up party supplies for her brother so they catch on that its Aldo’s brother and the supplies are to cook something. They hit up the chemical supply store, and Bob Morely’s character is a creep and is purposely toying with one of the girls who works there, terrifying her. Lucy is not having it and almost gets into it with him. Lucy notices a camera at the warehouse and doesn’t leave the property with any of the stolen merchandise meaning she didn’t commit a crime and she is good for being a UC. Nolan and Smitty get in contact with Cesar but one of La Fiera’s snipers is there who shoots him! A wonderful moment of Tim being worried about Lucy talking with Nyla and how he thinks she’s over her head and she won’t tell people to pull her out because she’s not a quitter. Nyla says Lucy is supposed to have a check in at midnight so she will check if she’s still good, Tim tells Nyla to call him as soon as she hears from Lucy. I AM IN LOVE with the wedding planning committee - Tamara, Silos, Jackson, Tim, Wesley and his mom organizing the last minute details, Tamara talking about Cardi B and Wesleys mom wanting to know who she is and Wesley being like hell naw😂 Nolan’s date comes over and his ethics professor is there because he wants to talk about his options re: the DA wanting to charge the suspect he was chasing when he dislocated his finger with a felony assault charge. Professor Ryan talks about the systemic problem of the DA’s office over charging people. Nyla tells Tim that Lucy missed her check in. They are super worried because any product that Lucy makes cannot end up on the street or she’ll have committed a crime so they know she will die trying to stop it from happening if they can’t find her before then.

Lucy has made a batch of meth and they want to deliver it and she is panicking trying to come up with a way to delay that when they get rolled up on by La Fiera and her people. In the chaos Lucy is able to call in to let them know where she is. La Fiera recognizes Lucy but doesn’t know from where. Lucy hears her backup arrive and maneuvers the gun pulled to her head away from the guy holding it and aims it at La Fiera telling her she’s a cop and she’s under arrest. At that moment Lopez comes in saying she stole her line. Tim is with her and when Lucy asks how they got there so fast he tells her when she didn’t check in they had 400 officers searching for her all night. Nolan teams up with Grey to talk with the DA lawyer. Grey spoke with different police officers organizing so that they won’t cooperate with the DA’s office if they are overcharging people. Nolan made an enemy in the DA’s office!! Speaking of people making enemies, Lopez is locking up La Fiera in a cell and La Fiera says that she isn’t going to stay in jail to which Lopez tells her stop kidding herself. Lopez then goes for the jugular telling La Fiera that she is the reason why Diego is dead, because she used him as a cover to speak with Cesar’s father. Lopez closes the door and La Fiera looks like she’s trying to murder Angela with her eyes!!! ITS FINALLY WEDDING TIME (AND LUCY ISN’T UNDERCOVER!!) Tim is speaking with Angela and telling her that she owes him for life. Tamara comes up to Tim asking for superglue, hair pins, and HIS BADGE?! he is like uhm why?? and Tamara just gives him a look like we don’t have time for stupid questions and he just says he will handle whatever this is and tells Angela to go get ready. Jackson comes up to Wesley and his mother because Angela doesn’t have her something old/new/borrowed/blue. Wesley’s mom gives her an antique broach that her own grandmother wore at her wedding. Nolan brought his new friend Bailey to the wedding and Jackson asks to borrow something from him. Nolan gives Jackson a key chain Henry made for him as a child. Jackson steals Grey’s pocket square because it’s blue. CUE SCREAMING FOR THE CHENFORD MOMENT: Grey is speaking with Nyla when Lucy walks up to them, they are telling her she is back to normal come Monday and Lucy says she actually misses normal AS SHE IS LOOKING AT TIM. Then she goes up to him and compliments him on the nice suit and that Nova would approve, Tim banters back by saying Nova was a little thirsty 😂😍😂😍 to which Lucy responds that Nova was assertive😍❤️. Tim compliments Chen on her good work undercover taking down two major drug traffickers in her first solo undercover assignment. Cue the amazing Chen, save me a dance quote from the promo. Then we have Jackson delivering all his rounded up supplies to Angela. They share an emotional hug.

The major spoilers are below: CUE THE SCREAMS OF TERROR because the next scene is La Fiera in the transport van and you just know things are going downhill from here 😭😭😭 the van gets ambushed and La Fiera escapes. Tamara was looking for Jackson to deliver the wedding bouquet and John says he can deliver it to Lopez. But the camera pans back and Angela is being held at gunpoint by a masked man. When John arrives the room is empty and he doesn’t think anything of it until he sees the bracelet that Angela has been wearing every day since La Fiera gave it to her on the floor .. AND THEN ITS JUST OVER!!! I CANT. NO WEDDING, NO IDEA WHERE LOPEZ IS, IF SHES ALIVE, NOTHING. AHHHHHHHH I CANT. (Also my chenford heart is so sad that we aren’t going to get the dance even though I didn’t think we would but I thought it would be because she went UC not because the episode ends on a cliffhanger on whether the bride even made it😭😭😭)

#the rookie spoilers #the rookie #Chenford #tim bradford #lucy chen #nyla harper #jackson west #angela lopez #wesley evers #tamara colins #silos idk his last name #wade grey #I am too shook to write this #but I will #but GUYS I CANT BELIEVE THEY DID THIS TO US #the rookie cliffhanger

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bluesakurablossom · 4 years

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One Dirty Cop and One Bad Girl

TMNT X Fem Reader

Very NSWF! Loved your snippet you made for me @lotus-and-the-terrapins, it was so dirty but I loved every second of it. I wrote this one for a return for you and your sexy leader! Hope you love it! I am surprised I wrote this much in one go! <3 <3 <3 Hearing the sound of the punch in machine beep at the end of an exhausting, bone aching shift, you couldn’t help but let out a heavy sigh, you were relieved of your duties from your shift and you were finally able to go home. As you exited out through the doors, a warm gust of wind blew against your messy ponytail, causing a few stray strands of hair to follow in its direction. The air itself was sticky and humid, and being in scrubs didn’t help much as they clung on to your skin. You were just wanting to go home, take a nice long hot shower and curl up on the couch with a glass of wine. Thick heavy clouds hung over the city covering almost half of the buildings that surrounded the block. It looked like it would storm again tonight, you trudged your bag over your shoulder and walked towards the parking lot in the back of the building to reach your vehicle. Once inside you plopped down into the seat with an exasperated moan, your body thanking you finally giving it a much-needed break. If only he were here right now. He could make the pain of the day just melt away with just a simple loving and strong embrace. You missed him. It has been a few weeks since you both last were able to see each other and the desire of you two being together, joining bodies was becoming unbearable now. But after two years of a relationship blossoming into something beautiful, filled with love, excitement, trust, and discovery each moment spent with him was like being in a whole new world where you two could just forget about everything that was around, no stress, no work, no patrol, and no one else….it could just be you two and you two only where the love can flourish. But since being a hero of the city is no easy task and can be time consuming with your schedules, these last few weeks have been hell without being with him. And the same could be said for him, even though you both sent texts when you had a chance it just wasn’t enough for you both…but tonight he had something in mind to make up for lost time. You knew his schedule tonight and he would be on patrol late. He was recently offered a position with the NYPD, and of course to be able to still be leader of his brothers and be an officer of the law, it made him feel like he could do so much more now since he was an honored for saving the city from the alien invasion that happened a few years ago. Seeing the way, he smiled at you when he was given his key, you felt so happy for him, he always deserved this after all the incredible things he has done. In a world where no one would understand him simply because of his species and abilities, it seemed he was dealt with a bad hand and cursed forever of the thought of being alone. But all that thought and negativity seemed to have faded away when he met you on that fateful night saving you from a mugging. You were left astounded by the way he moved and how well toned his whole body was, you almost thought it was just some dream that you hoped you would of never woke up from. As the relationship went along, he lead you into a world that you had never experienced before with any other male you had ever been with and treated you like you were the only woman that was left on this blue planet. But the best thing that you could of done for him was to bring down his insecurity of himself and given him the one thing he always had wanted, to someone to call his own and treasure for an eternity, regardless of being a giant mutant that could easily make a fatal move with one slash from his glistening katana. Just the thought of him entering your mind, you already felt the heat beginning to burn in your core and were just about to take care of it, till you shook your mind clear hearing another car starting up in front of you as a colleague was backing up her car leaving for the night. Another sigh left your lip as you turned your car to start before backing out of the spot before driving off into the smoggy night. The bright white lights of the lampposts reflected off the windshield, casting beams on to you etching along your curves as you went down the usual route to get home. But to your surprise there was a detour sign in the middle of the road, the arrow pointing right to force you to take the longer route home. “Just my fucking luck…” You grumbled to yourself turning your car in the direction the arrow pointed to. Now it would be longer before you could be home to get pampered, the wetness of your folds was starting to soak your scrubs as your mind tried to focus on the road ahead that was vacant and losing light from the lack of lampposts, with only the light of the moon and your headlights lighting your way. After a few miles of driving a pair of headlights appeared in your rear mirror as it turned from an alleyway. You didn’t think too much of it, people parked in the alleys sometimes especially like the big trucks that deliver to the café across the street from your apartment. The beams from the lights were blinding as you had to squint your eyes to avoid crashing, this guy couldn’t have been a delivery truck, not with lights that bright. But after another moment, you groaned in annoyance and hitting the steering wheel with your fist, seeing the now flashing blue and red lights behind you. “Shit! Shit! I should of known it was cops, damn it!”, You turned on your blinker slowing down your vehicle to a stop on the stretch of road with the car following you for the last few miles stop behind you. First an exhausting day, not being able to see your lover for weeks, and now being pulled over by the cops, what more shit could happen? This wasn’t your night at all. As you sat there waiting patiently for the officer to appear your mind began to wonder on what the hell did you get pulled over for, your tags were not expired, your lights were working and you were definitely sure that you were going the speed limit. You turned off your car as you waited impatiently with a groan, you just wanted to go home, you were horny as fuck and you just wanted to take the ticket and get home as fast as you could. You kept your eyes glued on the rearview mirror wondering what was taking so long, but as the car door opened, your pupils widen at the three fingered hand that gripped at the top of the door. A hulking figure stepped out and adjusted something around his head, turning into your direction you saw the familiar dark blue mask tails fly in the wind behind him. The lights from his car shadowing his muscular body to show every delicious and bulging curve. It was him? He pulled her over? For what? Then her mind went back to the detour sign that she had come to earlier. This was a trap!You smirked to yourself, he had this planned the whole time and even though it was out in public, that just added to the excitement. You let your ponytail become loose trying to make yourself look presentable and took some lip gloss from your purse before giving it a few dabs and spraying yourself with the perfume that he couldn’t resist. You looked beautiful in the mirror even after working twelve hours, you looked perfect to him. As your hands gripped the steering wheel firmly as he approached, you were going to test his abilities as a cop, bringing a challenge that he knew he couldn’t resist. Rolling down the window, you were met with your master. You bitten your lower lip slightly, showing your upper pearly whites. The musk from his cologne that you had gotten him filled your nostrils with him leaning down on his well-toned tattooed forearm. He cocked his head to the side giving you a sly smirk. The heat from your cheeks burned and the feeling of butterflies were forming in your belly seeing him in his cop uniform, even with his hulking size, they somehow managed to make a fit for him and damn did he look downright sexy. He was a true figure of masculinity. He reached from his side to pull out a long black flashlight, with the click from his thumb it beamed on your beautiful figure. He churred softly, you get more beautiful every time he sees you and tonight, he was rather famished. “Mam, do you have any idea why I pulled you over?“Not a clue officer, I mean after all I didn’t break any laws” You blushed softly hugging yourself around your waist As you did such that, your breasts were being pushed together by your forearms with a grin forming on your face. He let a deep churr rumble from his chest as he reached in and took a hold of your left breast in his hand kneading it with his nimble fingers. As a blissful moan left your lips, your arms released gripping yourself letting them fall weak to your side as he continued to roll it slowly in counter clock wise position. His warm thumb rubbed over your clothed nipple as it began to grow and perk painfully under your bra. Your head rolled in a semi circle as his hand released the breast with a deep hard squeeze, before trailing up your collarbone to your shoulder giving it a gentle stroke. How you missed his touch, its enticing each time he did but this time it was ten times more wanting than ever as his gentle fingers came to your chin pushing your head up to meet his sparkling blue eyes. “Why don’t you show me your license and registrations first before I tell you why first, now”, He said in a demanding tone Giggling at the intimacy that this so called role playing was going, you felt a rush down in your core, and your panties became very soaked. He was playing a good game and this so far was the best rush she had ever felt with him. “Yes…sir”, She quietly spoke licking her upper lip before giving the tips of his fingers gentle kissesNow that he felt her soft luscious lips again, he was just about ready to pounce on her, but he had to hold back every urge to not take her right now as the growing pain in his bulge starting to tent in his pants. How he missed her, the feeling of her underneath him as he took the power and control he has to remind her who she belonged to. Soon as she unbuckled her seatbelt she got up on her knees on the edge of the seat to reach in her glove compartment. Now he had a full view of her smooth ass in his face. “Now where did I put that information?”, She giggled, she was playing dumb but boy did he love it. It sent the blood rushing faster throughout him and reaching his dick making it even harder. Even in her scrubs, her ass was beautiful and looked delicious. As she swayed her hips giving him a full on show, he let his hand run up and down her thigh, sending goosebumps to rise up on her skin before letting his hand immediately gripped the one cheek, digging his fingers into the mouthwatering flesh, earning a gasp from her as he slapped it hard sending her to jerk forward. “Having trouble finding it mam?” His voice filled with intimidation His hand rubbed over where he swatted her as she backed herself into his hand rolling into his touch. Your eyes shut to the intimacy moaning with a smile forming on your lips, but your breath was caught in your throat when you felt his finger travel lower, feeling your clothed wet core and a soft whimper left your lips. He let a shaky breath come from his lungs, damn you were soaking wet already, he felt it all over his fingers as it soaked through your scrubs. He brought it up to his mouth and licked it cleaned and couldn’t help but shudder, he could taste you were desperate, but it wouldn’t be long till he would drive you wild. Once he finished cleaning off his fingers, you were able to reach what you needed to give your information as you held it in your hands, trying to hide your quickened breath. “Here it is, officer” She blushed pink in her creamy skin You tried to remain your composure but after that little act he did, you were already a hot mess, you were about ready to cum all over his hand, but as it left you without giving the satisfaction that you craved you couldn’t help but whine in disappointment. But that was just a foreplay for you had no idea what you would be in for when he would show you how badly he missed and wanted you for what was to come. Leonardo took the info but not before leaning in smashing his lips to hers gripping her chin. Her lips connected with his immediately as they began an intimate dance, but as she tried to reach with her hand to bring the kiss in deeper his other hand gripped her wrist stopping the advancements, before allowing his lips to pull away from hers with a pop. “I am about to drive you wild, you wait here, and don’t move, I got to run your record” His voice pierced her like an arrow before giving her forehead a kiss before leaving her in a desperate state, damn how could he be leaving her like this? Everything he did he always left her wanting more, he was the god of sex and intimacy. You tried to regain your composure leaning back in your seat, your heart was already pounding hard and your core was beginning to twitch and throb painfully, desperate for Leo’s cock to slide inside to take her like he has so many times before. When it came to sex, it was always something to be excited about with Leo, he always had something new to try on her and when it came to how intimate it could get, you might as well have been on the set of fifty shades of grey. You didn’t even hear the sound of his skillful footsteps returning to your door as you heard it opened up. “Mam, I ran your record and I need you to step out of the car for me”, He demanded the hunger in his eyes was now showing more than ever You looked up at him and his chest was puffed out, damn that uniform made him look hundred times sexy as he leaned against the door, holding out his hand for you. You smirked and actually defying his order, you just stood up and crossed your arms over your already aching chest, your breasts were swollen and almost ready to burst of their confines of your bra. “Just what is it that I did wrong? You got nothing on me” Your tone showing defiance and teasing But before you could do anything else he spun you around so fast by gripping on to your wrist, slamming you against your car rear door. He hushed you softly as you tried to push back but his grip was solid on you. “I would watch your tone for who you are talking to you, my starling, you know better to respect an officer of the law” He whispered in your ear sucking softly on your ear lobeHis warm strong hands began to roam over your body slowly feeling every little curve that you possessed. You were starting to feel weak in the knees as you could feel his bulge against your ass struggling to stay standing up. “Do you have any weapons or items that might hurt me on you? Yes or no?” He softly spoke, his words dripping like venom You moaned uncontrollably as his hands slid underneath your scrubs and began to crawl up and down along the skin of your belly before reaching up sneaking under bra and grasping both breasts tightly. A quiet scream escaped from you as he began to knead your breasts carefully as his hungry lips attacked the side of your neck, his teeth digging into the flesh. A mark that would make any male know she was taken and already claimed by him. “Yes or no?”, He demanded once again “N-no but I might have something that might bring you delight” She whispered gripping on to his wrists that were still torturing her breasts, hearing her response sparked a curious smile to come to his face as he looked at her breathlessly. “Lower…”, She softly whispered and as she tried to catch her breath one hand left from her breast traveling down lower till it reached the waist band of her pants. Sliding past the material, he struck gold feeling her soaking wet core letting his fingers stroke it delicately. Her head threw back against his shoulder gasping as his hand left her other breast to hold her against him on her waist as his thumb began to rub and tickle at the little pearl he felt already peeking out. You moaned loudly letting out cries of pleasure as a finger slid up inside your cunt and began to pump in and out of you in a quick pace. Your hips rolled against his movement trying to keep up as your ass slapped against his waist. “Oh and just what is this?” “Leo god damn it! Fuck! Yes!” She cried as he spread her legs wider with his feet to reach deeper up inside. His lips pressed against the back of her neck “What is this? I won’t ask again my starling” He started to pump faster and faster, before she could feel the tightness of her cunt becoming painful before she looked over her shoulder to look at him with a pleasured look “You know good and well what it is” She smirked biting her lower lip. That was it. He pulled his hand out from inside her pants as he took both of her wrists, bringing them tightly around her back as he started to push her from her running car to his own patrol car. He opened the back seat of his own vehicle before turning her around and pushing her inside till she felt the feeling of rich leather against her back. He crawled like a stalking predator towards his prey taking your arms and pinning them above your head. “You mam, have been a very bad girl” He stared deep into your eyes his hot breathe fogging in the very close space that had given you little air to breathe He reached from the back of his pants pocket pulling out a pair of handcuffs, taking her wrists he clipped the braces to the one wrist before wrapping it around the handle of the other side of the car door before clipping the other, restraining her in place. “You are under arrest” He pulled on her restraints to make sure she wouldn’t be able to escape from his pleasure “On what charge?”, You tugged hard at the cuffs but there was no turning back now, he was hungry and your cunt was going to be sore for quite awhile “I didn’t do anything” “For breaking the newest law in my book” He started to unbutton his shirt in front of you to reveal his sexy plated chest a mischievous smile looking down at your giggling form, sitting down on your hips, you could feel his bulge pulsing against your sex and you started to rub your hips up against eager to feel his cock already after being so long apart. He took out a small knife from his belt and let the blade come unfold before he took it to your scrubs, take the blade he made the first cut at the top till it went lower and lower making a perfect clean cut avoiding contact with you skin as he pushed it open revealing your bra, and with another small quick cut the bra was no longer useable as your breasts bounced out into the warm humid air. His hands grazed over them both before giving each nipple a flick. Flipping the blade closed and putting it back into his belt, he started to slide down your pants and panties in one go before throwing them on the floor. “According to this law, it’s illegal for someone just as yourself to be this needy and beautiful at the same time” He lifted up your hips till your ass was resting on his thighs and that’s when he slowly started to lower his head and started to hungrily eat at your cunt, pushing his head deeper while spreading your thighs wider. He allowed his mouth to finally engulf your entire core, churring loudly finally getting a taste of you that he so wanted from the moment he laid eyes on you. Your hips went airborne thrusting high up at the sudden contact screaming in delight, but his capable hands snaked under your thighs pulling you closer and slamming them down on his forearms, giving him complete control over you. His thick tongue licked up, down and in circles of your pink petals as your ankles hooked together around the back of his neck beckoning him to come closer. Your body began to tremble under the waves of pleasure he sent throughout your body and your fingers very tightly gripping at the cuffs that kept you bound at the door. “Can’t you just let me off with a warning?”, You whimpered feeling his lips and tongue torture your pearl relentlessly, as your belly began to bloat up building up bigger for an orgasm He didn’t answer, he was so focused on his task that your breathing and begging was drowned out in his ears. The pupils in his eyes widen as he let his tongue slid past your petals sliding deeper into the walls of your cunt. His capable tongue being able to touch every nerve sending you over the edge, massaging the walls of your pussy. Your eyes began to roll in the back of your head as he moved his one hand from your thigh to right above your core pressing down on your lower belly with his thick thumb pushing it for an orgasm. You whimpered feeling his pace quicken as his tongue circled all around inside you before coiling back out to come back to your petals and suck on your clit, like as if it were a piece of a candy. Everything was spinning now and you were starting to see stars, the fact that you were naked in the back of a patrol car with your sexy terrapin giving you oral while on the job, it sounded so dirty and so wrong, but you didn’t give a fuck about that and I am sure that he didn’t neither. Even for being a gentleman that he was, even a good boy can turn bad every once in a while. As he pressed down further into your belly your grip on the cuffs tightened to where you could hardly feel the blood rushing through your fingers anymore sending a huge wave of pleasure to rush down from your spine to your cunt as you finally released flooding his mouth and chest. “Nahhhh! Leonardo! Fuck! Oh my god! Yes!” Yelling at the top of your lungs as your ass collapsed on his thighs. Your breath was ragged, your hair was a mess and sweat covered every inch of your body. But it was from over yet. As he let your legs rest down beside him, you looked at him as your body still continued to twitch and his nimble fingers began to make work from the confines of his pants as they slid down his hips till his cock was high in the air, the veins on the side pulsing profusely. Your mouth watered as he used the back of his hand to clean his face from your juices and gave a churr of approval. “I am afraid I can’t do that mam, for its my duty as an officer of the law and you my starling need to face your punishment for your actions, you have the right to remain, no you better not be silent, anything you do or say is going to make me fuck you harder” He grabbed his cock and rubbed it teasingly at your folds, soaking the head up in your wetness and your cunt throbbed uncontrollably begging to let it take him already. But he was making sure to get himself ready, to make this moment one of the best he could ever give you. Slowly he pushed himself inside of you and you moaned happily at the delicious stretch as he slid deeper inside of you, he held your hip for balance till he started to go at a slow pace. Your cunt closed in around his cock tightly as the plushiness of your walls started to milk him. Once he got a good pace going he crawled up further till he held both of your cheeks and smashed his lips into yours. You moaned happily hooking your legs once more this time around his waist bringing him deeper to where he would get the g-spot that would for sure give you the best orgasm. As your lips danced seductively, connecting and reconnecting over and over again, your tongue managed to escape and lick his lower lip beckoning his tongue to come inside for a visit. He chuckled darkly as he pressed his tongue passed your lips he tangles his up with your pressing it down, even for a small appendage it took control very easily just like he does. His arms snaked around your back and the other around your head pulling you into a loving embrace and bringing the kiss deeper into passion and love. Even for being a beast, he could be so gentle at times, he was a gentle giant but with a frisky side. His cock kept rubbing against your walls as his pace started to move faster. Deep in his belly he felt a urge to cum all over her, but wanted to make sure that he got all of it inside of her. His cool plastron cooled down your hot sweaty body as he laid himself carefully down on your delicate form as his thrusts continued to get harder as he pulled out before slamming back in, you begged and begged that he could just thrust himself enough to hit that spot. Your cunt began to turn red from the intensity as you felt yourself cry out again in pleasure feeling your insides about ready to explode and the knot of orgasm beginning to tighten. “Leonardo! Please! Please!” You looked deep into his eyes breathing ragged as the sound of skin on skin continuing to slap hard leaving red marks “Don’t resist an officer, cum for me beautiful, cum for me hard!” His breathing also hard from the amount of effort he was putting himself into and he crawled up higher on to your upper body where your breasts were squished underneath his plated chest, he slammed himself repeatedly keeping your lips locked into a passionate kiss. The amount of noise you two were making was enough to drown out every sound in the city. Your skin began to vibrate and jiggle struggling to stay up with his pace screaming out throwing your head back against the leather of the seat feeling yourself reach nirvana, till Leo growled out loudly, letting his animal instincts be shown to their fullest, before finally releasing, finally letting his cum fill you up as you gasped at the hot feeling of it sinking deep into your cunt. He rested his head in the crook of your shoulder starting to slow down his thrusts, as you both started to come down from your high thrill of ecstasy. He took the chain off your restraints tugging at it effortlessly breaking the chain allowing your shoulders to relax as they clung tiredly around his sweaty shoulders. Soon as your eyes opened all that greeted you were fuzzy images till you were able to refocus your vision to find Leo rubbing his face against the valley of your breasts before looking up at you with a tired and lustful smile. Damn he made this night so worth it, even if it was doing out in public not even waiting for you two to get home to do in privacy, you thought you two should do this outside more often now. He made you feel so loved and alive right now, you almost forgot about the hellish weeks of being apart. Soon his thrusts came to a stop as he pulled out carefully, as some of the cum dripped out from you. He sat up bringing you up in his arms rubbing the soreness of your shoulders. You both embraced each other lovingly, this night could of shook the earth it was that powerful because of the love that both shared for each other, you stared at each other not blinking once not even caring if anyone saw you two in this state you were that much in the moment to notice. “I should misbehave more often…” You softly whispered stroking his cheek before letting your fingers trace his jawline“Don’t try me” He chuckled darkly giving your ass a spank making you flinch in surprise “Now hurry on home, I still have to get you booked” “Well I will be sure to give you my best mugshot” You bit your lip teasingly as he churred deeply where you could feel it vibrating against your beating heart and a deep intense stare be given to you. Instead of attacking, he gave you a deep passionate kiss before handing you his shirt and letting you get your pants on so you could drive home. “See you at home, captain”, You slapped his ass as you scurried away before he could catch you with a giggle. I guess you didn’t learn lesson on obeying the law, but no matter you were not going to get away with it that easily, not with your man in blue on the job.

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hawksmagnolia · 4 years

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Third time’s a charm

Drunk drabble prompt fulfillment for @the-ss-horniest-book-club!

Submitted by @littleredstarfish

Fandom: Endings, Beginnings Frank (AU) x reader

Words: 1,411

Warnings: Swearing, smoking, speeding, hot cop

Tags and moodboard behind the cut! xoxo

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The first time you meet him, it’s accidental.

You weren’t even going that fast. It’s a deserted country road, one you’ve driven a million times. It’s also 2 am, about to storm and you’re completely exhausted and cranky from a slammed Friday night at work.

When you see the flash of blue lights, you swear colorfully and pull over to the shoulder. Straddling your bike, you cut the engine and kick the stand down a little too hard. You push your visor up, pull your backpack to your front, and start digging for your license. You grab the leather riding glove in your teeth and put it off so you can wrestle it from your wallet.

The cop walks, no, that’s definitely a swagger, up to you. He lights you up with his stupid Maglite, half blinding you and illuminating the glove still in your teeth. As the white spots in your vision fade, you get your first look at him. You’ve seen him before at the bar. He’s a friend of Jack, your co-owner, fellow bartender, and cousin. He’s also ridiculously good looking, from his brooding bad boy stubble and muscular frame in tac pants and bulletproof vest over polo. Not only is he a cop, but he’s also a damned detective. You can see the blue of his eyes even from where you stand and he has those long lashes that most women would kill for.

If Jack told him you have made comments about his ass in jeans then you’ll be the sole owner of the bar because Jack will be a dead man. Jack also failed to mention the whole “He’s a cop” thing.

You spit the glove into your bag as lift your hands and point with your elbow.

“I’ve got a knife in my pocket. I am telling you so I can take it out.”

He nods and you pull your switchblade free of your jeans pocket and set it on the ground before kicking it away from yourself.

“You know why I pulled you over?”

“Because you’ve got nothing better to do?”

He frowns and holds out his hand. “License and registration please.”

As you hand over both, his frown deepens. He glances at the little plastic cards and then back at you.

“Can you take your helmet off please?”

Sighing, you reach back and unclip it and pull it off your head.

“Jesus Christ. You’re a woman. You’re Jack’s partner.”

“Last time I checked. Are you going to give me a ticket or not? I’d like to get home before the clouds break and I end up pissed off and soaked.”

“I’ve never seen a woman ride like that.”

“Then you are hanging out with the wrong women. Can I smoke? Please.”

He gives a curt nod and walks a short way away, pressing the mic on his shoulder and you hear him calling in your tag and license number.

Using your beloved vintage zippo lighter, the flame casting shadows across your face as it lights the cigarette. Tired of standing uncomfortably, you swing your left leg over and lean sidesaddle on the bike. Unable to control yourself, you flip off the camera that is hidden in the grill of his car.

The radio crackles and you see him watching you. Or maybe he’s admiring the bike. It’s a fully custom Harley Davidson Roadster painted a matte concrete color. Her name is Vendetta she’s your prized possession.

The static dies away and he comes back over and hands over the license and insurance card as well as a folded yellow paper.

“You’re clear. I’m giving you a written warning. You were going fast as hell but you weren’t endangering anyone and you’re almost home so no ticket but slow down. Plus you’d probably spit in my drink the next time I’m at the bar.”

“Aye aye captain!” You give him a mock salute.

“You’re a real smart ass.”

“You betcha. Next time you won’t catch me.” You wink.

His cerulean eyes study your face before he turns to head back to his car. “Good night ma’am.”

Flipping the paper open you notice that inside the warning is another piece of paper with his name, Frank, and number. You snap the zippo back open and watch the flame eat at the phone number, knowing he’s watching. You toss the flaming paper aside before it burns your fingertips, right yourself with gear and backpack before roaring off into the night. The last thing he sees is the blur of taillights.

You forget about your switchblade, left forgotten on the roadside. He walks over and picks it up, idly turning it in his fingers.

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The second time you meet him, it’s just plain bad luck.

Sitting on the bar, booted feet bouncing off the wood, you’re icing your knuckles while a paramedic seals up the cut on your eyebrow when he walks in the door.

“Aw, shit.”

“Sorry, ma’am. I’m almost done.” The paramedic wipes some of the dried blood off.

Detective Frank the hottie spies you and heads straight for you.

And yeah, he’s definitely hot. You get a much better look at him in the light than on a dark road. He’s in detective gear tonight, polo shirt and khaki pants. You can see the muscles of his thighs through his pants.

“Well, if it isn’t my little speed demon. Jack.” He nods at your fellow bartender and co-owner. There is a weird moment of tension between them but it passes as fast as it comes.

Jack leans on the bar next to you, his stance almost possessive. “Frank.”

“I need to get a statement. From both of you.”

“I’ll go first.” Jack lifts the ice bag to check your knuckles. “You need more ice.”

“Yes, dad.” Rolling your eyes, you scoot across the bar to refill the bag.

The tension between the two is obvious as Jack gives his statement. Not much to it, the guy has too much to drink. Guy sees ex-girl, also drunk, with a new guy. Punches are thrown. Everyone gets tossed out on their ass. Normally you don’t have to exchange blows but stupid drunk girls don’t often come at you with acrylic claws and liquid courage running through their veins.

Jack walks back, a thunderous look on his face. “I’m going to go clean up.” He kisses your cheek and squeezes your hand.

You nod, puzzled about his mood.

Detective Hottie comes back your way. He reaches into his pocket and removes a familiar switchblade and hands it over.

“You forgot this.”

Scowling, you shove it into your pocket. “Protect, Serve, and give sharp pointy things to women?”

“Something like that.”

He gets the statement and before he closes his little notebook he scribbles his number on a page and hands it to you.

You accept but when he looks back, you’ve balled it up and shot it into the trash can.

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The third time, he comes to you.

When someone knocks on the door at 7 pm on a Wednesday, it’s a shock. No one comes to your home except one of your few friends or the family you speak to and you prefer it that way. Figuring it must be the kid next door selling something for a school fundraiser, you pull yourself off the couch and open the door. You’re so surprised you can’t even stop your mouth from falling open.

Detective Hottie is on your doorstep. But he’s not Detective Hottie tonight. He’s straight-up hot Frank in jeans and a simple t-shirt.

Finally recovering your wits, you lean on the door jam. “Good evening Detective. Are you doing doughnut deliveries?”

“Why do you keep tossing my number?”

“Because I’m not interested.”

“I think you are.”

“Well, you’re wrong.”

“Are you dating Jack?”

You sputter and laugh, clutching your middle. “Oh god no. That’s gross and totally illegal. Jack is my cousin. Our dads were brothers.”

His eyes scrutinize your face, pink from laughter. “I’ve never seen you laugh before.”

You shrug. “Maybe you weren’t watching close enough."

He leans closer, close enough that his jaw skims yours. “Why not give me a chance to make you laugh again?”

You hesitate. His cologne smells delicious and he seems to be radiating sin and promises of a good time.

“One date.”

He smiles and it lights up his entire face.

“You won’t regret it. Promise.”

You might even believe him.

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kingofthenorth49 · 3 years

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Made in China

I don’t know about you, but it sure feels like we are living through the start of World War III.

Now before you scroll past and think my tin foil hat is on too tight this morning, hear me out. It’s not like this doesn’t make sense or anything, if you connect the dots it would appear that the next global conflict will look much different than the previous two.

Think about it. China has been posturing for years to become the next world superpower, and if you can see through the medias bullshit you can read the overtures that are being made in the Asia region along with the saber rattling in the Middle East, you can see that it didn’t take long for Biden to unravel almost 50 years of progress towards peace.

War is inevitable and necessary to the state, and if you ever read Sun Tzu “Art of War”, a Chinese war treatise from the 6th dynasty you would understand the supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting. He also said that the outcome of war is pre-decided and gave solid advice on the best way to conduct campaigns to conquer foreign powers.

Now before you get your panties in a bunch, I’m not accusing China of deliberately inducing a world-wide pandemic through the use of a genetically modified pathogen after spending years devaluating the US dollar using printed money (not like we have room to talk, but we also haven’t been on a buying spree like the Chinese have in say, Canada for example.), but if I were President Xi Jinping that’s what I’d do. The best war is one where you risk no resources.

Again, not saying the Chinese are attempting to destabilize the United States, not at all. Just saying if I were going to take over the world that’s how I’d do it, from a far, using disinformation and creating confusion and chaos in the streets of my enemy. Not like it hasn’t been done before.

See many of you see people like me as conspiracy theorists, people who are to be dismissed because we believe in things others’ think are foolish, things that seem farfetched and impossible to be going on in a frame of present reference. I just see myself as a guy who likes history and reads a lot of books that were written before Google came along and dumbed down our nations. Anyone who has ever read a book on the rise of the National Socialist German Workers’ Party in 1920’s Germany would understand completely. If you were to pick up a couple other books on how Hilter rose to power on the back of that party, you’d understand also how quickly people can be manipulated, and how the media and ideology can quickly create a firestorm of hate that makes it easy for societies to crumble. Read even further on how the German army used deceptive tactics to invade Austria and Poland so quickly they didn’t have a chance to prepare.

That’s not a conspiracy theory, that’s history and we all know those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it.

I guess watering down history is a good thing, right? Taking down statues, changing historical accounts in the name of political correctness, and not encouraging people to critically examine all aspects of history to learn from them helps us become a better society.

Let me give you the Cole’s notes version of how quickly things can go off the rails when the wrong ideology gains traction in a society where people intend to do evil. Again, not saying our current situation is remotely commensurate with our current situation, but it’s a good example of how quickly things can go from good to evil.

Here we go.

1933 - The Nazi Party takes power in Germany. Adolf Hitler becomes chancellor (or Prime Minister) of Germany. Nazis temporarily suspend civil liberties.

1934 - Hitler combines the positions of chancellor and president to become “Fuhrer” or leader of Germany. Jewish newspapers are no longer allowed to be sold in the streets of Germany.

1935 - The Nazis intensify the persecution of people that do not agree with their political philosophy. Jews are deprived of their citizenship and other basic rights.

1936 – Nazi's boycott Jewish owned businesses. The Olympic Games are held in Germany; Signs barring Jews are removed until the event is over. Jews no longer have the right to vote.

1938 - German troops annexed Austria. On Kristallnacht, the “night of broken glass,” Nazis terrorized Jews throughout Germany and Austria and 30,000 Jews are arrested. Jews must carry ID cards (papers!) and Jewish passports are marked with a “J”. Jews no longer had businesses, attend plays, concerts etc. (maybe they were unvaccinated??) All Jewish children are move to Jewish schools. Jewish businesses are shut down; They must sell businesses and hand over securities and jewels. Jews must hand over drivers licenses and car registrations. Jews must be in certain places at certain times.

1939- Germany takes over Czechoslovakia and invades Poland. World War Two begins as Britain in France declared war on Germany. Hitler orders that Jews must follow curfews; Jews must turn in radios to the police; Jews must wear yellow stars of David.

Now I’ll stop there.

Those are all non-debatable historical facts, no subjectivity in my interpretation, just the facts m’am. Look how quickly one ideology took hold in a country ripe for change. At the time of the 1930’s German’s were desperate for change as they had just came out of world war 1 and were suffering from paying reparations for their conduct during that conflict and when Hilter came along he lit a fire under the German people by blaming the Jews for the loss of WW1.

Five years. Five years from the time a tyrant took power until he was able to start killing 6 million people.

Now if you are one of those types that believe “it can’t happen again” look no further to all the other genocides over the past 100 years, up to and including the Uighur crisis currently going on in China where they have over 1 million Uighur Muslims in concentration camps and they are mass sterilizing these people to the point it’s actually consider a genocide, as it’s reducing the Muslim population in the western provinces of China though declining birthrates. If these women don’t submit to forced intra-uterine devices or monthly pregnancy tests, they are put in prisons.

Put in prision because they needed to take a test, shot, or device and wouldn’t?

Say it ain’t so Joe, say it ain’t so.

Folks, some people are evil. Rotten to the core. They have no soul and are in the most desperate need of getting laid of any person on the planet. That’s reality. You can choose to stick you head in the sand and pretend the boogeyman doesn’t exist, but in truth the boogey man will always exist because humans are nasty evil creatures capable of the most horrendous conduct, and if you think ignoring them or passing laws to prevent them from doing things are going to stop them, well you are just stupid. Sorry, I can’t soften that up any because I owe it to you to be blunt in these times.

Now if you’ve made it this far I think you would agree that something is amiss these days, there’s too many conspiracy theories of the past few years that are now seeming to be true, yet no one wants to talk about where the end game is. I’m not sure what it is, but I have some theories, most involved China or George Soros, but the data indicates more towards the former versus the latter.

Trudeau loves China, he’s said so on many occasions to the point of gushing over their communist form of government. His father was a Marxist, and his mother loved communists. Literally. **bow chica bow wow**

Hunter Biden and the Big Guy are in bed with the Chinese in a different way that Margret and Fidel. We’ve seen the emails, the testimony, and the allegations. For them, it’s about money. Last week the Big Guy shut down the investigation that Trump started into the Wuhan lab. That’s now created a firestorm that will likely make 9/11 look like a traffic accident. Coincidence? I think not.

We recently had two Chinese scientists with ties to the Chinese People’s Army kicked out of our highest security epidemiology lab here in Canada after CSIS had concerns they were passing information back to the Wuhan lab (a lab so highly classified Canadian scientists have a hard time getting security clearances to access it), and Trudeau drew the ire of senior Canadian military personnel when he bullied them into allowing the Chinese to hold winter war games at CFB Petawawa. Why is Trudeau so moonstruck with China?

Dot, Dot, Dot.

Once again, I hope I’m wrong. I really, really do, but go back and walk that timeline again and ask yourself if you now understand why Netanyahu hit Hamas as hard as he did.

Never again.

Can you blame him Comrades?

Now as you sit here in North America today, especially in Canada, does it not seem eerily similar to what has happened before in history? Keep in mind that Jews were loaded onto boxcars under the premise to take them to safety from the angry German peoples.

I really do hope my tinfoil hat is too tight and it’s cutting off the circulation to my frontal lobe, I want the Canada back I grew up in, and the America I fell in love with. I just hope this really is just a bad bug that’s part of a cyclical pattern of virology and this isn’t the start of a global war to reorganize the planet power structure and de-populate the globe.

The dots just tell a different story.

Jim Out.

#ww3 trudeaumustgo wearesoscrewed enough

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cutsoff · 4 years

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Lafontaine was experiencing a pretty eventful time in his life. Niyah and him had submitted the documentation for their adoption, he had started his new job, and he’d also been approached by none other than Darius Keefer. He had things to be happy about, things to be upset about, and things he wanted to completely get his mind off of. The kids La worked with had at least ended his day off on a good note, giving him no reason not to set off towards home without a smile. They were good kids and he could tell that. In fact, a lot of them reminded him so much of how he’d been when he was young. The only difference was? These kids were receiving the guidance they needed. The help and support that Lafontaine only wished he’d had as he was growing up. He was glad at least now, he could provide that to these children. To show them that it may not get easier, but it’s worth sticking around for. Although his past had been coming up a lot recently, the things in his life now were a reminder of how far he’d come from it all. La was proud of his growth and success. Proud to be making as much as he was now, proud that he was on his way to getting him and Niyah out of that shitty little apartment and onto a home where they’d start their family. He was proud of all of that, even if it hadn’t gone the way he wished or expected.

As he began to make his way back, he received a call from none other than Niyah. “Hey baby,” he said easily as he drove, keeping his eyes ahead of him. Fumbling his phone, he attempted to keep his eyes on the road as he reached for it. “Shit, one sec, babe...” Just a few seconds after that, before he knew it, blue and red lights were flashing while sirens blared behind him. Should’ve taken the train today, La. You should’ve taken the train. Why did you take the car? Why do you have a car? You don’t need a car. You should’ve taken the train. The thoughts echoed in his head quickly as his heart began to pump a bit faster. It had been a long while since Lafontaine had to worry about the police, but the fear never became any smaller; especially with Darius back in the picture. Dropping his phone to the passenger seat, La brought either hands to the wheel and clung to it tightly. He just wanted to get home to Niyah. She had something important to tell him. He just wanted to be home.

As the officer approached the window, La attempted to keep himself calm. “Good evening, officer.” He said easily, knowing damn well no friendly voice would ever change the way the man in the uniform viewed him. “Taillight’s out,” the officer replied easily as he kept his hand rested against the gun in his holster. Taillight. Taillight... No, my taillight is not out. I make sure they’re both working before I leave the house and work. Swallowing his pride, La chuckled. “The bulb works when it wants to, I guess.” He spoke, nervous but attempting to keep that concealed as he moved to grab his license and registration for the officer. His grip on his holster tightened. “I didn’t ask you for that.” He spoke quick and harsh, the words cutting through La easier than a hot knife through plastic. “You’re right. Just going through the motions.” He gave a smile over to the officer, who promptly requested exactly what La was about to give him to begin with. “Do not move,” the officer demanded, as if he was angry for a reason only he knew. La knew he’d see his record. The things he’d done. He’d give any excuse to arrest La right now if he could. The panic began to build in his throat, tears welling in his eyes. He couldn’t escape his past no matter how hard he tried, but the fact of the matter was was that he was not in his current situation because of his past; he was in the situation because of his skin.

Shortly after, Lafontaine was given back his credentials and provided with a ticket of one-hundred-and-fifty dollars. La thanked him for his time and as the officer returned to his vehicle, rested his head against the car seat. What stopped that officer? In New York, Lafontaine could’ve been arrested for a broken taillight. Instead, he was only fined and left with another encounter to build on his hatred for police. They had never done anything for him. Never been on his side, never helped him out. He had hated them since he was young, the first time he was caught doing anything even remotely troublesome and they decided to give him a stern talking to. They weren’t on his side and he knew that. That cop could’ve killed him, did he know that? Did he know he had the power to put La in a situation where regardless of circumstance, he would always be the bad guy? What seemed like a simple routine stop could’ve been rooted in so much more evil than La could begin to explain.

As he arrived at home, he made his way upstairs in absolute silence. So much had been going through his head. That phone call with Niyah could’ve been the last he ever heard. He had only recently had a cousin who had passed from a similar circumstance. He had been lucky they weren’t close. No one close to him had been seriously affected by something like this, but they could’ve and that option alone was too much for La to bare at the moment. Placing down his bag, he made his way to the kitchen for a glass of water. The ticket on the counter, he stared it down as if it were to blame for the encounter he’d had tonight. The encounter that could’ve easily killed him had that cop remained so hostile. Taking a sip from his glass, he watched it with an almost anger in his eyes, tears welling up again as he attempted to keep himself calm before Niyah found him.

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comfortsickboys · 4 years

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Carsick on Road Trip (Ezra)

warning: graphic descriptions of vomiting, carsickness, and some descriptions of a panic attack

The drive to the lake house always seemed a little too long for Ezra, but he usually managed to keep himself occupied enough. Some trips it was with music, others flew by with layered conversations, but this time, his body was bent on dragging out the minutes with pure torture.

He’d spent the first twenty minutes or so listening to Seven and Rose argue about who would be picking the music, and as usual as their bickering was, it made his head begin to pound. He found himself staring intently out the window afterwards, feeling generally uneasy. Unfortunately, that was a usual occurrence anytime he rode in a car for more than fifteen straight minutes. He hated how weak carsickness had always made him feel, but he’d thankfully gotten it more under control as he grew older.

All of that progress melted away once they reached the forty minute mark, and he found himself feeling just like he did as five year old, trembling with discomfort and paling by the second. The slow stirring in his belly had quickly turned into tidal waves, rolling over and over relentlessly. Whoever said having something in your stomach helps with carsickness was dead wrong, and no one could convince Ezra otherwise.

He didn’t dare take his eyes off of the horizon, fearing that one wrong move would send his breakfast hurtling to his feet. He cringed at the mental picture and pinched at the skin on his thigh, finding that as his only functioning distraction. He’d come to the conclusion several minutes ago that he should’ve already told someone, because at that point, it had become hard to imagine speaking. Looking away from the window long enough to hold a conversation would certainly be the end of him.

They’d somehow settled on playing Rose’s music, so Seven had been sulking a bit, looking out his own window in the times Ezra was able to take his gaze from the tree line. For some reason, the music only seemed to intensify the relative silence underneath, and Ezra’s unease grew. He just wanted to be out of the damn car, but there was still at least an hour and a half left to go. Dread seeped down to join the congealed mess in his stomach, bringing him just that much closer to giving in.

His belly curled queasily under his sweaty palm, gurgling in that certain way which he knew was always bad news. Swallowing down the sticky feeling in his throat, he decided to wait until the song went off to request that they pull over. That way, he wouldn’t have to yell and risk pushing up the burbling contents of his stomach.

It’s just his luck that Rose was in the middle of playing the longest fucking song he’d ever heard. His heart felt like it was straining in his chest, making him break out in a nervous sweat. His throat constricted, and he felt a sudden loss of control, signaling that it was no longer a question of whether or not he was going to vomit, but when and where.

Fuck it, he thought, as the song once again crescendoed in time with the rising of his nausea. He was not going to be able to wait—no way.

He let out a short hum to test his voice, finding it thankfully less wobbly than he’d expected. He took a deep breath, praying that when he spoke, he wouldn’t give in to the strong urge to heave that sat unmoving in the back of his throat. “Grey,” he managed, voice sounding a little too pinched. The song roared on, and Grey didn’t respond. He was about to try again when a cool hand landed on his thigh.

“What’d you say?” Came Seven’s voice, just a bit gritty from disuse.

“Need Grey...to pull over.” He would’ve elaborated, but Seven knew him well enough, and he also couldn’t seem to reign in the newest wave of nausea.

“Oh. Is it bad today?”

Ezra couldn’t do anything but nod carefully, feeling every last bit of color leave his face. His stomach squeezed inside of him, and he brought a hand to his mouth. He rolled forward, his cheeks suddenly puffing out with thankfully nothing but a short burst of air.

“Shit. Grey! Gonna need you to pull over right now.”

“Huh?”

Ezra’s panic grew. His stomach pulsed threateningly.

“I said pull over! Z’s going to throw up,” he repeated desperately, and Ezra could hear his shuffling movements as he probably searched for some sort of bag. If he wasn’t filled to the brim with nausea, Ezra would feel guilty for not preparing. It had just been so long since he’d actually lost the battle, so the thought simply hadn’t crossed his mind.

“What? Fuck, I—we’re in the carpool lane, I-I can’t cross yet, there’s-“

“Forget about the lines, Grey, just go!” Rose cut in, and Seven layered over her voice with a similar message.

“There’s literally a—“

“Go!”

“Fine!” Grey finally caved, and Ezra felt the car slightly jerk to change lanes. The combination of the arguing and the car’s movements made him feel exponentially worse, and he began silently begging to just disappear. He swallowed again, feeling the swirling heat start to climb in his throat. It splashed against the back of his throat despite his efforts, and he coughed at the acidic burn that followed.

Rose cursed when she heard him hacking and urged Grey to hurry up. However, not even a second later, the sound of a siren wailing briefly sliced through the air. Bright blue lights caught in their mirrors, and a stifling blanket of dread fell upon everyone in the car.

“Fucking fires of hell,” Rose bit, and Grey could only let out a small noise of distress. Seven stayed silent next to him.

Ezra’s guilt compounded, and that’s when his stomach decided that it had been through enough. A heave thundered up his throat, and on the first try, he brought up the foul remains of his sickly-sweet breakfast. The vomit coated his hands and splattered against the floorboard, earning a miserable, shaking moan from Grey.

Seven’s hand began to glide across his back, but nothing could quell the horrible, sticky churning of his insides. Another rush of completely unrecognizable orange juice and waffles burst from his mouth forcefully, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

He could hear Rose comforting Grey, which made him feel like shit, because this was the last thing Grey deserved. Ezra groaned as they finally came to a stop, just before he had to pitch forward to vomit again. His stomach turned as if to say this isn’t over and he hiccuped against the terrible feeling, willing himself not to get upset—which was a tall order, given the fact that this was entirely his fault.

He was drawn from his thoughts when Seven leaned in. “It’s okay, Ez, just take it easy. We know you can’t help it,” he reassured softly, just as the cop approached the window.

Grey rolled it down, and when Ezra spared a glance at him, he saw the trembling of his hand as it came to rest back in his lap. The guilt washed over him again in the form of a fresh bout of sickness.

“License and registration,” the officer said, voice faltering just a bit, and Ezra knew he must have made the car smell revolting. He tried to hold it in out of sheer embarrassment, but he just really had to throw up again, and the action of holding it back only made him retch more violently. His breakfast was coming out thin and brown now, making sickening sounds as it landed on the already soaked fabric below him.

He felt dizzy with exertion, so he closed his eyes and let Seven’s cold skin brushing circles at the base of his neck keep his mind occupied. He heard some shuffling of papers from up front, and then Grey’s wavering voice.

“Here, sir,” he managed to say, but Ezra knew he didn’t sound like himself. His brain started on a cycle of Poor Grey, and the relief in his stomach didn’t feel much like relief when he felt like such a colossal burden.

“Do you know why I pulled you over?” came the officers voice after a few beats.

“Yes, um, yes sir. I know I wasn’t supposed to cross until the HOV lines were dotted, but um, my—my friend back there was getting really carsick, so, I...I didn’t know what to do, sir. I apologize.” The more he talked, the more it sounded like he was going to cry, and that brought Ezra’s nausea back with a crushing weight. It pushed against his chest and he found himself folding over even further somehow, retching from deep in his stomach.

“Jeez, kid. You alright back there?” The officer gritted out, and Ezra hated how much he was affecting everyone around him. Still, he managed to nod perceptibly, keeping his eyes shut so he wouldn’t have to face all of reality just yet. “Alright, well. I’m going to go back and quickly process your info, but I’ll let you all off with a warning today, okay?”

“Oh, God...thank you, sir,” came Grey’s voice immediately, breaking several times in the process.

As soon as he walked away, Rose was back to putting his pieces together again, but they all knew it wouldn’t be easy. Grey’s anxiety centered around both getting in trouble and vomiting, so Ezra had successfully fostered what was sure to be the beginnings of a panic attack. Ezra was so grateful for Seven in that moment, because if he would’ve had to deal with shouldering that weight on his own, he would be scarred. He still might be.

“Sev,” he breathed out, just shy of a whimper.

“I know, Ez. It’s gonna be alright, I promise. How are you feeling?”

“Disgusting. And like a total dick,” he rasped truthfully.

“He’ll be okay. No one’s mad at you, babe.” He felt Seven scoot closer, and a steadying arm came to wrap around his shoulders. He welcomed the feeling, trying to drown out the hitched breaths coming from the front seat.

After the cop returned his license and registration, he told them they were free to go, and Grey spilled his gratitude once more with tremors in his words. When the ordeal was finally over, Ezra looked up to see Grey’s face crumple. His chest hitched with held-back sobs, and Rose leaned over the console to wipe away every tear that fell.

“I tr—I tried to tell you guys there was a—was a cop next to us,” he hiccuped, his breathing choppy and labored.

“You did, baby, I’m sorry. But, hey, that wasn’t so bad, yeah? No ticket, and Ezra’s all finished, aren’t you, Ez? You feel better?” Rose prompts, and Ezra knows better than to say actually my stomach sort of hurts, and I can’t promise that I won’t puke again soon, so he just opts for a half-truth.

“I do feel better right now, Grey. I’m really fucking sorry I didn’t warn you in time, I swear I would’ve asked earlier if I remembered what that feeling meant before it was too late. And I’m sorry about your car, too, I promise I’ll clean it. I just messed up, Rey, I can’t apologize enough.” No matter what he said, he couldn’t seem to make any of it better.

“It’s—it’s okay,” is all Grey could seem to get out after a long moment, but Ezra understood the difficulty of talking mid-panic attack.

The car was quiet then, buzzing only with muted, soothing words from Seven and Rose. Eventually, Rose took Grey’s spot, because he still wasn’t feeling quite up to driving, and they thankfully headed towards the nearest gas station to clean up.

Only an hour and a half more to go.

#sick #sickfic #oc fic #sickfic writing #new writer #emeto tw #emetocommunity #emeto warning #sickie #carsick #thanks for reading as always #hope you all are well

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blog-sliverofjade · 3 years

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Of Doms & Subs 1: Can't Stop Here, This is Wolf Country

Pairing: Angus Hopper x OFC

Summary: What's a submissive female to do when she fights her nature and goes on the run as a Lone wolf to avoid being assimilated into a pack?

Word count: 6238

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“Please, please, please let me get as far as Tacoma,” I begged the flagging gas gauge of my trusty old lime green Jeep. Experience told me that it was wishful thinking because traffic was bound to hit before Everett. There was undoubtedly a Seattle pack and the fewer the stops in their area, the smaller the chance of getting picked up by the local werewolves.

A schoolbus drew parallel to me in the left lane so a giant cartoon lupine mascot filled my peripheral vision. “Can’t stop here, this is wolf country,” I muttered.

If I barrelled through, gas up in Tacoma, then I could avoid the dreaded I-5 parking lot in both Seattle and Portland on the Friday of a long weekend. Even though I started out in the British Columbia Rockies my destination was the central Oregon Cascade mountains, it was faster to cut across lower British Columbia, down the I-5 corridor, and then back across the Willamette Valley.

This route also happened to avoid the territory of the famous Adam Hauptmann and his pack. Oh sure, he was the perfect gentleman in the media and his wolves were seemingly well-behaved, but you know what they say about things that are too good to be true. I was submissive and had no delusions about where I’d end up in the hierarchy. Hell, humans had taught me that long before I was Changed two weeks ago. And female werewolves were inevitably absorbed into a pack because some old grand high poobah declared that we couldn’t fly solo.

So why was I zigzagging all over the Pacific Northwest instead of rolling over like a good little bitch? Having been submissive for over thirty years, I’d long ago learned avoidance is the best way to avoid conflict. When that didn’t work, an acerbic tongue and short temper kept most people from getting too close to abuse that aspect of my personality. Too many people think that passivity is a synonym for doormat.

My luck, or rather fuel tank, ran out in the U District. Red and blue lights lit up the rearview mirror just as I squeezed through a yellow light towards a gas station. “Please don’t be for me, please don’t be for me,” I chanted as I pulled into the lot.

“Of course not, when has everything gone your way on this godsforsaken trip.” I lowered my window, plastered a meekly congenial if slightly vapid look on my face, and gripped my license and registration in a sweaty fist.

“Good evening.” The officer bent to look in the window. We both stilled the instinct we caught the other’s scent. I dropped my eyes immediately, partly to avoid staring at the scar that marred his face, and offered the documentation. Please don’t ask any questions, I prayed silently.

“Are you traveling by yourself, Ms. Jones?” Whatever deities that haven’t been listening to me can go shove it.

“Yessir. I’m headin’ back home to Oregon from visitin’ family.” Mostly the truth. I did stop in Vancouver to visit my brother. I put the Southern drawl on fairly heavy. The twang and the manners to go with often smooth the way with people in uniform, even if I hadn’t lived South of the 44th parallel in fifteen years.

“Oh, you have family here?” Must remain calm. Normal, even breaths will help control the heartrate.

“Vancouver,” I smiled. So what if it was Vancouver, Washington and not Vancouver, British Columbia?

“BC?”

“Yessir.” His eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly at the blithe lie.

“You must be a member of the Portland pack,” he said, eyeing my ID a little too closely for comfort now.

“Yessir.”

“I’m just gonna go run these.” My dad was a cop and his face would go blank like that whenever he was gathering evidence of my brother’s or my misdeeds. This was so many flavours of not good.

The wolf watched him walk back to his car. She liked the way he smelled. Familiar and right. Like family. If she could, she would have trotted right at his heels. At that thought, the human half kicked in and started up the engine, slammed her into gear, and peeled back out towards the onramp.

“Smart. Real smart, what’re we gonna do now?” I tapped the steering wheel in a staccato rhythm with my thumbs in time to the rock blaring from the sound system. “No license, no registration, he called your plates in before saying hi, he has your address and…” I grabbed my phone and shut it off. If the conspiracy theorists were right, they could track me via the phone. Is it paranoia if they really are out to get you?

I crossed over to the 405 and stopped in Bellevue for gas, otherwise I’d be making my getaway on foot. I leaned against the Jeep, ignoring the damp that seeped from the cold metal through my clothing, and debated the merits of taking the really scenic route of 101. Or would they expect me to leave I-5 and thus making it the safer choice by hiding in plain sight? My head was starting to hurt from trying to outthink them.

The gas fumes seared my nose so I couldn’t smell the driver of the Mazda 3 that pulled up behind me until he approached the squeegee station between us. Studiously avoiding eye contact, I screwed the cap back on and nestled the nozzle back in its hook. Slowly, no sudden moves.

I slid behind the wheel and as the engine turned over a cop car blazed into the station to block me against the Mazda. It looks cool in the movies. Less so if you’re the one trapped. I shut off the engine, folded my arms, and leaned back in a huff. My license and registration slipped through the three-inch gap at the top of the window. I snatched them up and tossed them in my purse without pausing in my attempt to mentally set his car on fire. Unfortunately, lycanthropy didn’t come with pyrokinesis. In the movies fiery explosions usually follow when there are confrontations in gas stations. Too bad life wasn’t imitating art in this case.

“I take it you know the law.” The scarred officer was not referring to any statutes written by man. “You can either come and meet our Alpha or I can arrest you and then you can meet him.” There was no threat in his words. He sounded as if he were inviting me over for dinner, which might actually be the case. I resisted the urge to hit the steering wheel. It would likely crumple now that I had preternatural strength.

“Fine. So where am I following you to meet your lord and master?”

“Matt here will be your driver,” he gestured to the guy who’d blocked me in. Mazda Matt leaned against his car door with his arms folded across his chest, watching the exchange with a slight smirk. “Shane will follow in your car.” A third man I hadn’t noticed before was mirroring Matt’s pose on the other side of the car.

I sighed and glanced at my phone. Even if they let me use it, who would I call? Hi big bro, I’m being kidnapped by werewolves. Please send in the National Guard. Tanks work against werewolves, right? I kicked open the door, forcing the cop to quickly sidestep. With a snarl on my lips, I chucked the heavy mass of keys attached to a carabiner at Shane. Damned werewolf reflexes. If he’d been human they’d have struck his temple and probably dropped him like a stone.

Matt came forward as if to take my elbow and escort me. “Touch me and I break your scaphoid. They’re a bitch to heal even with regeneration,” I snapped. Just because my wolf was happy about getting taken to meet their leader didn’t mean I had to be. He drew back his hand, but he did open the door for me and waited till I buckled up before shutting the door. Why buckle up if I could survive a trip through the windshield? It’d still hurt like hell.

“So I heard you’re from Portland,” Matt said as we merged back onto 405 in an attempt to fill the silence that was thick with my seething.

“Look, I’m no doubt about to get grilled on all this anyway, so let’s skip the twenty questions, ok?” He shrugged and didn’t seem put out by my rudeness.

Eventually he turned on the radio. I fiddled with it until finally settling on 107 the End. I tried to suppress a smirk at his frown. Judging by his pre-sets he liked the music just fine. Not so much me taking control of it. If some strange wolf was driving my Jeep, Mazda Matt could suck it up. He should be glad I didn’t put it on country out of sheer spite.

Thirty minutes later, due to traffic as opposed to distance, we pulled up in front of an expansive house partially obscured by trees. I shuddered to think of the market value for the area. They seemed to be having a party due to the sheer number of vehicles parked beside the house. Shane pulled up as I trailed behind Matt to the door.

The door opened to a large mudroom with hooks for coats and cubbies for shoes. About half of them were in use. Curiously, there were two utilitarian shower stalls that would have looked right at home in a locker room. I followed Matt’s and Shane’s examples and removed my shoes, tucking them into one of the shelves.

“We’re having a barbecue on Saturday, so a bunch of us are already here to watch the game,” Shane explained from behind me as I followed Matt down the hallway. The sounds of men cheering or jeering at a TV screen echoed up from the basement. My human half was worried about being in a house with a bunch of strange men. My wolf on the other hand was curious and delighted by the mixture of scents that spoke of wolves.

How to play this? Be a general pain in the ass and risk the consequences? Or be a good little submissive female and not only risk being assimilated, but also subordinate to everyone else. I always believed in playing to one’s strengths, which meant plan A was go. Besides, I’d never been accused of having the sense God gave a squirrel.

Matt stopped by an open doorway and gestured for me to enter. The man standing behind the desk was certainly not what I was expecting of an Alpha. For starters, he didn’t look like an arrogant asshole. Secondly, he was maybe an inch taller than me, and I was considered fairly short. Underneath his wine, or perhaps blood-red dress shirt he was thin. The only hint to his status was the intelligence lurking behind his dark eyes, which I merely glimpsed before lowering my own.

“Welcome, Eleanor,” he came around to shake my hand. I didn’t know if it was proper protocol or if he somehow knew that I was recently Changed and was sticking to familiar, human customs. His grip was firm, not crushing like some men, and not too gentle as if he was afraid of breaking me. It was a bit startling to actually be able to shake his hand properly instead of my hand simply being engulfed by his as was the case with most men.

“I am Angus Hopper, Alpha of the Emerald City Pack. You’ve made good time considering you left Revelstoke early this morning.” Oh that was neatly done, putting me in my place by hinting that he knew more than I suspected, but not exactly how much. “Have a seat,” he leaned his backside against the desk and gestured to one of the comfortable looking chairs. It was an order, not an invitation. And why was I reminded of being called to the principal’s office as written in a Penthouse letter? Shoving aside x-rated thoughts involving school uniforms and corporal punishment, I tried to look as non-threatening as possible.

“Been sittin’ in a car so long I’d rather stand if’s all the same.” Eyes down, properly polite, and heavy on the Southern accent to hide any attitude.

“I imagine,” he said with a small smile. “So tell me how you came to be living in Portland, a city currently without a pack.” Crap on a cracker, there’s no lying my way out of this one. How does a city that size not have a werewolf pack?

“I was Changed two-weeks ago,” I sighed and sat in the other chair in defeat, the one he had not indicated, forcing him to shift slightly to face me. If he didn’t want small acts of defiance, then he shouldn’t have multiple options available. “I was solo hikin’ in Glacier National Park an’ doin’ a little boulderin’. One slip an’ I ended up with a broken spinal column at the bottom of a ravine. By the time John found me, it was Change or die. Chose what I thought was the lesser o’ two evils. Stayed with him through the full moon an’ then headed home.”

“Does John have a last name?” Angus asked with a frown. My wolf worried that he was displeased with us. I worried what that might mean for us if he was.

“He said he’s old an’ the old ones don’t like to give their last names.” I had to consciously square my shoulders, which had subconsciously rounded under his frown. He nodded as if the answer wasn’t a surprise to him.

“And he was willing to let you go so soon?” he asked with an arch of an eyebrow. It really should be illegal for such a simple gesture to lend an irresistible quality when he was already handsome. Or that could have just been my imagination because it was hard to read expressions from peripheral vision.

“Not as such no,” I admitted reluctantly. “I waited till he went out huntin’ then I booked it back down the mountain.”

“Why did you feel the need to run?” he asked softly. Even if I was brave enough to look him in the face I doubted that it would give any clue as to what that tone was in his voice. I wasn’t necessarily a coward, but I was never comfortable discussing my personal life, let alone with strangers. Focusing on the rug, or the bookcase, was easier than looking at him.

“I got a job to get back to an’ I really wasn’t fond o’ the idea o’ bein’ stuck in the backwoods with a crazy old mountain man who’s also a werewolf.” He was silent, obviously waiting for me to continue. “I got the feelin’ that even if I was fully in control he wouldn’t let me leave.”

Angus folded his arms in thought. “Do you know where John lives?”

“There’s a map in my glove box. I could show ya the route to the cabin we stayed at. There’re no roads, an’ it’s a bit of a hike in.” Despite my best intentions to the contrary, I was cooperating. I blamed my wolf, who was eager for his approval. The Alpha obviously did not like what he was hearing, but it was rapidly becoming apparent that I was not his quarry so I was more than happy to keep him on that trail. He caught the attention of either Shane or Matt behind me, and a moment later a door shut. “But I did get the feelin’ that he moves around a lot.”

“Eleanor,” he began.

“Ellie, please.” Angus did frown at the interruption, but hearing my horrible legal name, which the cop must have told him, was like having my fur rubbed the wrong way.

“Ellie, you’re not in any trouble,” he said soothingly, as if I were a startled horse that might bolt. Perhaps that analogy wasn’t too far off the mark considering I was practically vibrating with the need to run for the Jeep. “The manner of your Change was highly unusual, bordering even on breaking our laws.”

“The law says that no one may be Changed without their explicit permission. I was coherent enough to give it.” Ha, that caught him off guard. That’s right, the newbie knows the rules of the game. I might not remember anything else around the accident, but things like a weird, hairy mountain man offering to save your life by turning you into a monster tends to stick in a person’s memory.

“That is true, yes. However, the second law is that before someone is Changed they must undergo rigorous counseling and testing to determine whether they can become stable wolves,” the Alpha explained. I forgot for a moment and stared into his dark eyes in shock that someone would make the choice deliberately rather than out of desperation. I quickly looked away once the surprise faded.

“A newly Changed wolf lacks control for their first few full moons and requires supervision for the first year,” he continued as if there was no breach of protocol. “A pack is necessary to guide new wolves.” He sounded like he had given this speech many times before. Luckily, he didn’t succumb to dry monotones.

“Which’s why I was goin’ to pack up an’ move somewhere rural enough I could run off a little steam,” I countered. “Nurses are always needed everywhere.”

“This is not just a ‘little steam,’ pup.” I suppressed a flinch at his growl, as well as a snarl of my own at being called ‘pup.’ He took a deep breath, whether to calm himself or to continue his lecture I didn’t know because the sound of the door opening interrupted. Shane handed Angus the familiar map, folded in my own fashion that in no way resembled its original creases. Those things are impossible to refold properly, anyway. After carefully moving a few items, he unfolded the map over his desk and handed me a pencil.

“Here’s the trail head.” I pointed to the circle already marking the spot on Highway 1. “He follows the main trail through this valley.” I pointed at the trail, which was already marked from my planning before the trip from hell. The accent softened as I talked and forgot to maintain it. “At about here he branches off at different angles each time so that his trail, not being well worn, is hard to pick up until you’re further out and know what you’re looking for.” I marked an X where I’d gotten lost and decided to just keep following the river down until I found either a trail, humans, or the highway. “Follow the river up and at the very edge of the park he’s got a cabin right about here.” I drew a paw print on the spot. “With the climb in elevation, it would’ve taken me about two days before… before. Downhill with a light pack, I made it in around eight hours.”

“Does that say ‘Dogtooth Range’?” Shane asked with a hint of a wry smile.

“Could’ve been worse. He could’ve gone for the really obvious with either Grey Fang or Fang Rock,” I smirked and pointed out the so named peaks on the other side of the park. He snorted a chuckle.

“You didn’t go to the authorities.” It was a statement, not a question.

“And end up in a secret government facility?” I scoffed. “No thank you.”

“Where did you stop to rest?” asked Angus.

“I didn’t.”

“Fatigue can be as dangerous as alcohol,” he frowned.

“Have caffeine, will travel,” I quipped.

“Even though your endurance has improved, you still need rest. Exhaustion erodes control.” And back into lecture mode.

“Like I said, I’m a nurse. Pulling doubles, even triples, isn’t unusual,” I countered.

“You passed through the territories of four different packs.” Someone had probably pulled my credit card history to follow my route in retrospect. That was fast work, and most definitely illegal. “How did you avoid detection?”

“Didn’t stop more’n absolutely necessary,” I shrugged. “And when I did, I tried to not get out of the car. Drive-thru, avoided pumping my own gas where I could.”

With a few taps Angus called someone on his cellphone. He had to swipe his fingerprint to unlock it, first. It even had one of those heavy-duty cases, which was probably a good investment for a werewolf. “Hello, Angus.” It was still weird how much my hearing had improved, especially back in civilization.

“Hello, Bran.” Aw, son of a biscuit. I really did not want to show up on the Marrock’s radar. Angus gave a concise report of everything that had happened to me since the accident, as far as he knew, including the pathetic getaway attempt. I sat back down for the uncomfortable reprise.

“Send me the map and I’ll have Charles look into it.” I wasn’t certain how I felt about having just signed John’s death warrant. The old werewolf wasn’t too specific when he talked about the Grand High Poobah of North America, but he was clear that any time the Marrock sent someone blood was spilled. “How is she getting on with your pack?”

“She’s a touch overwhelmed so I thought it best to wait before introducing them en masse.” I glared at Angus from under lowered lashes, which is harder to do than you would think without looking coy or drunk.

“If she chooses, escort her to Eugene. Otherwise I will send someone to fetch her here until she decides where to settle,” Bran said. My scowl deepened and I opened my mouth to tell them exactly what I thought of their plans. Shane shook his head almost imperceptibly in warning, though there was more empathy than condemnation in the movement.

“Please give my greetings to Anna and Charles.”

“I will.” The call abruptly ended from the other end. Our King of the Werewolves was not one for drawn out goodbyes. Angus took a couple of pictures of the map and sent them off with thumbs flying across the screen fast enough to make a teenager jealous. Then he did the most supernatural act I’d seen out of a werewolf yet: he carefully folded the map along the original fold lines before handing it back to me.

I doubled it over and shoved it in my back pocket as I stood. “If you’ll excuse me, I would like to make it home in time for my shift tomorrow night.” Although I kept my eyes on the bookshelf, I could feel his stare boring through me till my knees threatened to turn to Jell-O. Locking one’s knees is a surefire way to eventually pass out, but is effective in the short term.

“I’m afraid that you will have to change careers. Even old wolves can have problems around so much blood and the vulnerable.” The bastard actually managed to sound regretful.

“I have neither the money nor the inclination to go back to school. Not to mention I’m a little old for that.” Must not growl at the Alpha, I mentally chanted for the benefit of my human half.

“Loans can be arranged, and I’ve known werewolves who were alive when the Magna Carta was signed and earned their doctorate two or three times over.” He sounded so cool and collected as if we weren’t discussing what was the beginning of what was theoretically to be my extremely long life. “The more immediate issue is how much control you have.”

“If I don’t get my act together by this time next year I’m put down.” Don’t know why I spared him when it would have been so much more fun to watch him squirm.

“Not only that, but you must be able to shift form and back at will.” People go through that much pain willingly? “New wolves need a pack to teach them control and to prevent unnecessary bloodshed when the wolf takes over until control is regained. We cannot afford one mistake lest we all disappear into secret government facilities at best, or hunted down and exterminated at worst.” Angus’ voice achieved a deeper timbre that coiled through the room like some living thing as he seemed to be losing patience. “You will stay the night here. In the morning Shane and Matt will escort you to Eugene to be presented to the pack there.” Ooh, presented like a gift. Who could resist such a command? Oddly enough, my wolf did not like this plan either, but not because of the authoritarianism.

“And if I don’t want to join a pack?” It’s difficult to arch an eyebrow effectively while avoiding eye contact. But not impossible.

“That is not an option,” he shook his head. “Even if you were not so new, our females are so rare they not allowed to become lone wolves.” That’s what John had said, but I hoped that it was a lie to keep me from leaving. The whole damn lot of them were so possessive it’s a wonder they even realized they were in the 21st century. And I didn’t belong to anyone. Not any more.

“Fine. But I’ve driven from here to Eugene many times so I think we can dispense with the escort.” I waved vaguely over my shoulder to where Shane still lurked by the door.

“That is non-negotiable. As a dominant male and even more so as an Alpha I have a responsibility to see a submissive female delivered safely to another pack.” Oh bloody hell. John was right. They could tell from one’s energy, no matter how much I tried to hide behind my sass. “Not all dominants that you might meet along the way would be as tolerant of your attitude as I am.”

“More arbitrary rules from on high,” I said flatly and folded my arms. “Tell me, is His Furriness one of those at the signing of the Magna Carta? No wonder ya’ll’s thinking’s so medieval.”

Angus grabbed me by the back of the neck and snarled in my face. Reflexively, I stiffened and closed my eyes to avoid looking at him. His grip was tight, but not painful. One quick twist and he could snap my neck. I was pretty sure that was one injury from which there was no recovery.

“The Marrock set down our laws for reasons you cannot yet comprehend. You don’t have to understand our ways yet, but before God you will show respect,” he snarled. There wasn’t anything I could say to that, so with an involuntary shudder I went limp in his grasp as my wolf temporarily took over. Well, there were things I could say, but self-preservation and my wolf stayed my tongue. After a minute, he released me, stepped away, and turned his back. The strength I had just experienced first hand was evident in the taut lines of his wiry shoulders.

My heart pounded in my throat while in the back of my head my wolf howled her anguish at having been chastised. As a result, my self-preservation went right out the window. “My respect is earned, not freely given. If I’d realized that my choices consisted of which pack I was going to be the lowest bitch in, I’d have told John to bugger off.” At least he’d have made sure that it was quick and clean.

The Alpha breathed deeply and was quiet for exactly ten seconds. Basic relaxation techniques to manage the beast within? And they thought they could teach me something in that area? When he was done, but not noticeably calmer, he turned around to lean against the desk again. “We have a rigorous screening process to avoid situations like this. Dominant lone wolves are the last people who should be teaching pack structure to a submissive female.”

“Please stop using that term.”

“‘Female’?”

“Used as an adjective, it refers to a person. As a noun, it denotes something less than human. An animal.” Like breeding pairs. Good thing I never wanted to procreate anyway.

“Get used to the terminology.” If he were human, he’d have developed a new frown line from this conversation alone. “In the constant struggles for dominance, females and submissives are the center of a pack since they do not rise in rank, except for when their mate does in the case of females.” If I didn’t like ‘female,’ I despised ‘mate,’ which seemed a ridiculous term for a species that couldn’t bear children. “With submissives, dominants don’t have to constantly watch their back. And the pack will unite to protect these weaker members.” Oh if he thought I was weak, he had another thing coming. “Female submissives are so valued that any pack would welcome you.” ‘Submissive’ as a noun was definitely not an improvement. “But none would tolerate your disrespect for long.”

“That’s exactly why I should just be on my merry way,” I said brightly. “I’m really more trouble than I’m worth.”

“Nice try,” he smirked. “Dinner is in thirty minutes. You’ll want to freshen up.” True to my nature I wanted to deny hunger despite not having eaten since well before the border crossing. I’d worn the same clothes for the past twenty-four hours straight, which included a frantic run down a mountain through unfamiliar woods, and my hands still smelled like gasoline.

I was still noticing just how many interesting smells I was covered in when a tall, perky blonde swept through the door. She must have practically been listening down the hallway, not that, that was necessary. Everyone in the house had probably heard me mouthing off. I’d forgotten about that. Great first impression.

“Please show Ellie to the guest suite.” Mickayla gave a sloppy salute, earning a scowl from her fearless leader, then cocked her head in silent invitation to follow her.

“You’re up on the second floor,” she said as she led me upstairs. “Hopefully you’re not afraid of heights after your accident,” she grinned.

“Are you kidding? I’ve always wanted to try free climbing, but was too scared. Now I totally want to,” I said.

“Don’t mention that to any of the guys or they’ll have kittens.” Her golden laugh bounced through the stairway.

“Now I’m picturing a bunch of them at the base of a cliff with a giant trampoline like in cartoons when there’s a fire,” I chuckled and she joined me.

“This is you,” she waved a welcoming arm through an open doorway. “Matt already brought your backpack and duffel up.” My bags were indeed sitting on a low, wide dresser against the nearest wall. The queen bed with its elegant down comforter faced the door. A door on the right led to a bathroom, although I had no idea how I was going to be able to do my business in a house full of people who could hear through walls.

“Thanks.”

“No worries. You need anything you just give a shout. Wait, you’re new. No actual shouting necessary, just a sort of ‘hey’ so we know you’re not talking to yourself,” she winked.

“Um, Mickayla?” She turned back to me. “What’s it like being in a pack?”

She stepped into the room with a small smile and shut the door behind her, for all the good that would do. “I don’t know this John, but sometimes wolves go lone because they can’t handle being in a pack.”

“Yeah, he did seem more than a little biased.” I dug out the Ziploc of toiletries and the bundle that was the last clean outfit I’d originally saved for the last day of the drive home, but didn’t dare stop long enough along the way to change.

“Think of a healthy pack more as one big family.” Mickayla flopped onto the bed with one leg tucked up under her, yet kept her voice low enough to not carry. “Complete with the usual amount of dysfunction and bickering. They’re really like a bunch of brothers, uncles, and cousins who are all trying to protect the little sister.”

As she talked, I leaned against the bathroom doorway and started to brush my teeth. They had fuzzy sweaters from the energy drinks I’d downed to stay awake. “But then again, I’m married,” she continued. “If you’re single then the unmated ones will all come sniffing around. It’s not that bad!” she laughed at my expression of dawning horror. “Even if any of them would push their luck and call down the wrath of their Alpha, the closest dom would thrash them, or if they couldn’t, tag someone in who could. Mind you, I’m only talking about the Emerald City Pack. I was Changed two years ago because my mate, Matt, was already a wolf. Before that there were no other girls for I don’t know how long.”

“They weren’t kidding when they said that women are rare,” I said around the toothbrush and foam that probably made me look rabid. She laughed again, although it was hard to tell whether it was at my surprise or the toothpaste.

“We’re more functional than not here. But there are some stories out there of Alphas who went bad. I don’t know much about the Eugene pack, but I haven’t heard any horror stories either,” she shrugged. “You know, it’s funny, women are supposed to be huge gossips, but most werewolves are men and we all gossip worse than any housewife.” I laughed and promptly choked, so I shut the bathroom door and started the shower as I finished brushing.

“You’re going to need to get over that modesty.” Mickayla’s voice was easily heard through the door and over the running water.

“Oh?” I asked archly. She couldn’t see the glare through the door as I undressed.

“It’s incredibly painful to shift while wearing clothes. So pack runs, full moons…”

“I’ve just been told I have to switch careers, move to a new city, am no longer allowed to leave town without a babysitter, and when it comes to my place in a pack my only option is which one do I want to be at the bottom of the pecking order in. Oh, and all the single guys will be eyeing me like a juicy steak. Now you’re telling me I have to become an exhibitionist? No thank you, I’m going to maintain whatever little control over my life I have left.” It took all my willpower to not punch something. If I had to move and look for work there was no way I could afford to replace anything in this bathroom, too.

“If the pack’s good, you’ll be on a pedestal, more or less, not the low man on the totem pole.”

“Great, I always wanted to be Princess Peach stuck in the castle,” I muttered sarcastically. “I’ll see you downstairs.”

“Ellie, I promise that it’s not as bad as it seems,” she said before leaving.

I stood lost in thought in my office for some time after she left, bathed in the complex layers of smells that confirmed her story. Mountain air, evergreens, sweat both old and nervous, gasoline, fast food, and no small amount of stress. Amidst the melange was a thread of fear. If it was any stronger, I would have called Alan, the pack’s only submissive, to come and help calm her before everyone got riled up trying to fix whatever upset her. But under the circumstances, her fear was to be expected. And he was working tonight.

Tension had been running high in the pack ever since we went public. Another submissive to ease the strain would be a boon, and a second medic would not go amiss. Her presence would stir up a rash of dominance fights among the unmated males until she starting seeing someone. That is, if she could be housebroken. Time would show whether her defiance was born of ignorance or emotional pressure. Her knowledge of our primary laws would suggest the latter, though I preferred to avoid premature conclusions.

A younger wolf, or one who wasn’t as high in the hierarchy, might find such calculations cold, especially in regards to a submissive female whose Change had been particularly traumatic. But you don’t get to be an old Alpha without assessing the strengths and weaknesses of your pack members and determining how they can best be used for the betterment of the whole.

As much as I was loath to let her leave, even if the Marrock hadn’t mandated, protocol and courtesy demanded that the Eugene pack have right of first refusal. Appropriate that Eugene was also referred to as the Emerald City, but we had claimed the name before the Portland pack had relocated there. Ordinarily I would have my second, Tom, call to arrange things with the other pack, but the unique situation and the fact that he was on duty called for a personal touch, even if my third, Shane, wasn’t preparing for the trip. Besides, their Alpha, Colin, would be pissed if I dropped this grenade, no matter how attractive or useful she was, in his lap without warning. No, not a bomb. Panicked ferret, maybe. Still not pleasant, but not as disastrous. And they could be cute, when they weren’t baring their teeth.

Stifling a sigh, I found Colin’s cell number in my phone and called him up.

Notes: This was written two years ago and was my first fan fiction and my first attempt at writing over 10 years.

Matt and Shane live in Redmond, thus why they were able to carpool so quickly. It was sheer luck that they spotted the lime green, mud-splattered Jeep as they headed down the 405 after Tom asked them to try and track her while he covered I-5 South. Of course, Ellie didn't know that, nor does she think it's lucky at all.

Ellie was hiking along the easterly side of Glacier National Park of Canada in BC, not too far from Revelstoke, which has some great hot springs, by the way.

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Mrs. Officer

A/N: Aight, so boom. Ya girl can’t sleep so I was up listening to this Apple 2008 Hip Hop playlist and this song came on. That’s when I got this idea. Hear me out. Our King of Oakland gets pulled over but ends up not minding. Hope y’all enjoy. This will have a couple parts or so...nah jk...unless....

WARNING: Police, unsafe driving, short (as hell) Erik being Erik and smutty situations.(It’s still fuck twelve though...)

SONG RECOMMENDATION: Mrs. Officer by Lil Wayne

WORD COUNT: 1213

It was a calm California day in December when one of the smoothest men in West LA rolled his navy blue 1990’s inspired low rider. He was listening to old school Lil Wayne with his right hand on the wheel and left on the outside of his window. The sun was still out and the streets still flowed with a plenty of people to check out how clean his ride was.

He stopped at a red light bopping his head to the beat when a 2019 cherry red Jaguar pulled up. The driver was a Latin looking guy who had hair gel back and gray eyes. The driver of the low rider looked at the man and straight ahead. He heard how the Jaguar revved up his engine. Then, all of a sudden the light turned green and they were off. They were neck at neck with one another, 80 mph in a 50 miles zone.

The low rider was in lead when he heard it and saw the flashing lights behind him. “Fuck, they always wanna fuck with someone”, the black man said slowly pulling over and turning his music down. The officer stepped out, pants tight and shoes clicking against the pavement. The driver held out his hands out the window with his license and registration. As a black man in America, he knew the protocol. He was “threatening”, intimidating at least. He stayed cool and chill.

“Hm, I see this isn’t your first time getting pulled over, huh brotha”, he heard. But this voice was so smooth like a songbird to his eardrums. So delicate like freshly done laundry and her scent was like cinnamon on a Christmas Day. The man looked up and couldn’t believe the vision in his sight. She stood there, brown skin looked as if it was kissed by God herself. Kinky hair in a slick back bun, eyes like chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Her figure...

“Damn”; she was thicker than a natural woman’s hair without a perm. She held a pad in her hands, clicking the pen. “Sir, you okay?” Her thick brow rose with the question. The man cleared his throat and looked up with a smirk. “I’m way better than okay, Mrs. Officer. How ya doing, beautiful?”

“Sir, do you know why I pulled you over”, she said as her hands grazed his fingertips to gather his stuff. He leaned into the window and up to look at her gorgeous, full, pink lips and said “nah, but I’m feeling in doe. Why did you pull me over, ma’am?”

“Well”, she looked at his license and back at him “Mr. Stevens, you were going a good 85 miles per hour back there. You could have hurt someone or worst. Yourself.” Mr. Stevens smirked up at her badge then looked at her hand before he went to her eyes. “Well, thank you Mrs. Officer Y/L/N. For making sure I was good but you must have not seen the muthafucka driving past me.”

Mrs. Officer rose her brow with a smirk as she pointed down the street making him look. There was the other car, pulled over and head into the hood getting cuffed. “Well, sir. You should be glad that I pulled you over and not that pasty ass bastard.” He smiled at her as she leaned down to his face. “Stay here. I’ll be back.”

She stood straight and made her way back to her car as she watched in the side mirror. He watched as her wide set hips went side to side making him getting in a trance. He had to thank Bast above for blessing him with an officer like that. He watched as she stood at her door, tucking her loose hair behind her ear and imagined how she would look with her fro out. Imagined her with just handcuffs and heels, with her behind in the air. Stevens imagined her riding him while her breasts bounced. His hands gripping onto her hips tightly and her huge ass bouncing like a two set of basketballs. He imagined them having wild, kinky sex while choking each other; resulting them in climaxing together.

“Mr. Erik Stevens”; her sweet voice pulled him back into reality. He looked up at her as she held out his stuff for him. His fingers caressed hers as he took the papers back. He looked at her eyes and smirk noticing her smirking back only a tad before saying “you’re free to go. I’m letting you off with a warning.”

“How come”, he asked and she knelt down to his eye level. “Because your record seems to be clean according to my system and besides you were just having a little too much fun. But if I catch you again doing this, you’ll be in very big trouble.” He chuckled and said “I guess all cops ain’t bad. I mean ya are bad but in a good way though. A beautiful way.”

She rolled her eyes and said “ya just saying that because I’m not giving you a ticket.” He looked up to her and shook his head. “Nah, I meant that shit. Pretty self out here protecting” Her eyes bored into his and he can see the lust in her eyes. “Aight, get outta here before I write ya a ticket”, she said with a smile and walking to her patrol car. He began to start the car but stopped; Erik look back at her about to get in then he hopped out, jogging to her. “Hey, Officer Y/L/N.”

She looked up to him and even though she was a solid 5’6, he was a giant compared to her. She got a better view of his physique. “Yes, Mr. Stevens.”

“Just call me Erik.”

“Can I help ya, Erik?”

He folded his arms and said “why a sista like you a cop anyways? Especially with all the shit happenin’ between our people and y’all?” She looked around with one eye shut then looked at him up and down with both eyes. “Well, that’s a long story and besides, I gotta head back to the station. It’s time to clock out.”

“What ya doing after work? Maybe we can meet up and you can tell me the ‘long story’.” Officer Y/L/N shook her head and said “can’t. I have to be home to get ready for a family event tomorrow.”

“Well, how ya gonna tell me the story then?”

“Strike two. One more and I’ll write ya a ticket”. He rose his brow and said “ya ain’t gonna write me a ticket.” She lifted up her pad and clicked her pen as she looked at him writing. He looked at her in disbelief and watched as she ripped the ticket off folded in hand, and took the carbon copy to place in her pocket. “Awe, farreal. Come on, Mrs. Officer.”

She opened her car door and said “I warned ya. Have a good night, Mr. Stevens” with a smile and drove off looking in the rear view mirror. Erik walked to his car door and was about to rip the ticket when he noticed something. There was no total but instead he read “310 555 7289, Meet at the Santa Monica Pier next Saturday. -Mrs. Officer”. He looked up to see her patrol car driving off into the distance and he couldn’t help but to smirk.

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dioni5555gaspr · 4 years

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JAIMELIN AND MADISON

A Short Story By Dionicio Gaspar

CHAPTER 1

It’s the middle of December.

On one evening, two beautiful young women are driving around a snowy highway, just outside of Omaha, Nebraska. These young women are Jaimelin Jensen and Madison Myers.

While driving, the girls are listening to International Feel by Todd Rundgren on the radio as there was no Christmas station to listen to. The girls were not impressed with the song they’re listening to. Madison quickly changes the station once the song was finished. There was nothing to listen to.

“God, I fucking hate old people’s music. Where are the goddamn Christmas stations?”, angered Madison. “Apparently, this is the only station we can find.”, Jaimelin replied. This angered Madison even more, “Are you shitting me?! Fuck!”

The girls continue to drive without any music. There’s nothing but silence.

While driving, the silence is broken as a sound of a siren coming from the distance. It was a police car.

Jaimelin sees the police car from her rear view mirror, “Aww, shit!”

“What?”, Madison takes a peak at the back of the car and sees the police car. She begins to panic, “Aww, fuck!”

CHAPTER 2

As the girls pull over, Madison continues to panic while Jaimelin remains calm. “What do we do? What the fuck are we going to do?!”, Madison screams. Jaimelin slaps Madison to shut her up as she can’t think, “Just shut the fuck up and let me do the talking.”

The State Trooper approaches to the driver seat window. He begins to tap on the glass.

Jaimelin pulls down her window. “Can I help you, Officer?”, Jaimelin asks while still remains calm.

“Mam, I’m going to need to see your license and registration, please.”, the Sate Trooper asks.

“Of course.”, Jaimelin replied. She quickly searches in her purse for her license. Madison helps her to find the registration in the glove compartment.

While searching in the glove compartment, Madison begins to hesitate as she notices a gun in the glove compartment. Jaimelin yells at her to wake her up. Madison quickly grabs the registration and gives it to Jaimelin for the State Trooper.

As Jaimelin gives her things to the State Trooper, he takes a glimpse at them, then to the girls. “You want to why I pulled you two over?”, the State Trooper asks. “Uh... Was I speeding?”, Jaimelin nervously replied. The State Trooper quickly answers, “One of your tail lights are broken.” Jaimelin is quickly relief and begins to go with it, “Oh, no! I totally forgot about that. I promise you, I’ll get those tail lights fix as soon as I can.” The State Trooper believes Jaimelin and gives back her things. “I’ll leave you with a warning. You have a good day, mam.”, the State Trooper walks back to his car. Much to the girls relief.

As the State Trooper walks back to his car, he hears a loud banging noise coming from the trunk of the girls’s car. “Hold it!”, yelled the State Trooper.

As the State Trooper walks back to the girls, Madison quickly panics and grabs the gun out of the glove compartment. The State Trooper approaches to the window, “Mam, I need you to open the- POW!” Madison shoots the State Trooper from her seat. Madison steps out of the car and continues to shoot the State Trooper.

Jaimelin steps out of the car to stop Madison. “What the fuck are you doing?!”, angered Jaimelin.

“This asshole was gonna find out that we kidnapped this little piece of shit and I told him to shut up, but he never fucking did!”, said Madison furiously.

The girls approach to the trunk of the car. Once they open the trunk, a nude male victim jumps out as his hands are tied up behind him and a bag is covering his head, with a muffled voice as his mouth must’ve been taped. The Victim begins to run off to the snowy field.

As the Victim runs off, he keeps tripping and falls to the ground. The girls watch and laugh at his humiliation. The Victim takes one last fall and stays on the ground as he can’t handle the cold. The girls chase after him and brought him back to the trunk.

“Great!”, yelled Jaimelin. “What?”, Madison replied. “What the hell are we gonna do with that guy?”, Jaimelin points at the dead state trooper. “Leave him to me.”, said Madison.

As Madison drags the dead state trooper to his car, she then approach to the police car’s gas tank. She placed a piece of cloth in the gas tank and takes a lighter out and put the cloth in flames. She then quickly ran back to the car with Jaimelin.

“Drive.”, said Madison. “What did you do?”, asked Jaimelin. “Just fucking drive!”, Madison furiously interrupts.

As the girls quickly drove off, the police car explodes into flames.

CHAPTER 3

An hour has past.

The girls kept driving and driving. Until, they found an old house in the middle of the road.

The house belongs to an old man who lives alone.

BANG! BANG! BANG! The sound of the front door is banging. This starts to annoy the Old Man as he walks down the stairs to his front door. “Alright! Alright! I’m coming!”, the Old Man yells to his annoyance. As the Old Man opens the door, he sticks his head out of the door and sees the girls. “What do you want?”, the Old Man asks.

POW! The sound of the gun fires at the Old Man in the belly. It was Madison who shot the old man. Apparently, this made Jaimelin furious, “What the fuck, Maddie?!”

The Old Man groans as he’s still alive. POW! Another shot at the Old Man from Madison, this time at the head. Jaimelin is even more furious.

“Maddie?!”, angered Jaimelin. Madison ignores her. “Give me the gun.”, said Jaimelin. “No!”, Madison replied. “Give me the fucking gun!”, Jaimelin furiously repeats. Madison refuses. Jaimelin punches Madison in the face, she falls to the ground, resulting her to drop the gun in the process. Jaimelin quickly grabs the gun and points it at Madison. “Listen hear, bitch!”, Jaimelin yells, “You’re gonna help me to get Dan’s ass in here and then you’re gonna help me to clean this shit up!” “Fine!”, angered Madison.

As it reveals that the victim was an old classmate of Jaimelin back in high school, Dan, a young Hispanic man, who was also a social outcast. She felt offended after Dan tries to impress her with an emotional YouTube video of him love strucking on her, called Lonely Boy. Dan hoped it would get her affection by referencing the style of Wes Anderson in the video because he was a film buff, but it was the use of her picture in the video that really offended her. This left Dan heartbroken as he realized that Jaimelin doesn’t watch movies. This would later spark a feud between the two in a form of a prank war. Dan would often vandalized Jaimelin’s car by shoving Twinkies in her exhaust pipe, slashing one of her tires, cutting her brakes, and filling her gas tank with chocolate milk. Jaimelin would often put disgusting things in Dan’s locker such as putting a dead raccoon to make it smell bad. She would also find some ways to get him in trouble such as secretly put a realistic toy gun in his backpack causing him to get suspended.

Then one day, for some reason, Dan never came back to school. Jaimelin would’ve been relieved, but she still has a grudge against Dan. In order put an end to this prank war, she must do the unthinkable. By murdering him. She and her best friend Madison, who hates Dan more than Jaimelin, had planned this for a while. It even took after graduation that they need more time to plan. 3 years later, winter came and they finally proceed as planned. Although, no one else, other than Dan, were supposed to get killed.

As if the girls had already messed up, the worst has yet to come.

CHAPTER 4

After the girls disposed the body of the old man and cleaning up his blood, they begin to deal with Dan.

Dan, who is locked up in one of the bedrooms of the house, is tied to a chair. His head still has the bag covering him.

The girls enter the room. Jaimelin takes out a pocket knife.

“Hello, Dan.” Jaimelin slowly approaches to Dan. “I told you to stay the fuck away from me. But you never listen.” Jaimelin grabs the bag from Dan’s head. “And now...”, Jaimelin quickly removes the bag from Dan’s head, “...you’re fucking dead!” As she’s about to stab Dan, only to hesitate as she noticed something unfamiliar with Dan. It’s not Dan.

“Who the fuck is this guy?!”, yelled Jaimelin. “What are you talking about? It’s him.”, Madison replied. “No! No, it’s not him!”, Jaimelin furiously yelled. “Wait, what?!”, Madison yells. Madison takes a closer look on the guy they kidnapped. She sees it’s not Dan.

As the girls remove the tape out the victim’s mouth, he tells them: “I’m not Dan, you stupid bitches! I’m his older brother, Ned!” “WAIT, WHAT?!”, shocked Jaimelin.

Jaimelin was furious. “What the fuck did you do, Maddie?!”, she yelled at Madison. “I did what you fucking said!”, Madison angrily replied. “Did you check it was him!”, Jaimelin continued. “No, we were on a fucking rush!”, Madison replied. “Goddamn it!”, Jaimelin furiously yelled. “But I have to admit, he does look a lot like Dan.”, said Madison. “We get that a lot. It’s so fucking annoying!”, Ned angrily replied.

“And let me ask you something. Did Dan ever tell you about me?”, said Ned. “No, that little shithead never mention anything to me!”, Jaimelin angrily replied. “Did you even bother to ask?!”, Ned angrily said. “Fuck no!”, Jaimelin angrily replied. “Dan was a fucking pussy! He deserves to rot in hell!”, Jaimelin continues, “Even since he got kicked out of school three years ago, it wasn’t enough to get rid of him!” “What do you mean he got kicked out?”, Ned is confused, “He didn’t get kicked out.” “Wait, what?”, Jaimelin is confused. “When was the last time you saw Dan?”, Ned annoyingly asks. “Since May at that time?”, Jaimelin confusingly replied. “Wow, you guys are so fucking pathetic!”, Ned yells. “What the fuck are you talking about?”, asked Madison. “He graduated at that time, you fucking morons!”, Ned yells. “No, he got expelled!”, Jaimelin yells. “He got suspended for a short time and then he went to therapy because he was depressed!”, Ned yells. “So you’re saying Dan was a senior?!”, asked Madison. “Yes! Did you really think he was that young!”, Ned continues to yell. “Wasn’t he like 14? 15? Because he was shorter than us.”, Jaimelin asks. “He turned 18 at that time!”, Ned furiously yelled. The girls are horrified and much to their confusion.

“So where the fuck is Dan anyway?!”, Madison angrily asked. “He went out walking to a nearby store from our house!”, Ned angrily replied.

“Maddie? I want a word with you.”, said Jaimelin. She then takes Madison to another bedroom. They begin to argue, while Ned, still tied to the chair, hears the argument from the other room.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Maddie?!”, Jaimelin yells from the other room. “Hey, none of us knew Dan had brother! I mean, how the fuck are we supposed to know about that!”, Madison yells, “You know, this all your fault! All of this happened is because you wanted to kill Dan for that goddamn YouTube video!”

As the girls continue to argue, Ned tries to escape as he tries to untie himself from the chair. He ends up falling to the ground while trying to escape. This caused a loud noise and the girls immediately check up on him.

“Aww, jeez!”, yelled Jaimelin.

Ned looks up to the girls from the ground and begins to cry. “Look. Whatever Dan did to you guys, I have nothing to do with him. Just let me go. Please.”, Ned begs.

A moment of silence occurs.

The silence breaks when Madison punched Jaimelin in the face and takes the gun away from her and shoots Ned in the head.

Jaimelin is horrified. “What the fuck, Maddie?!”, Jaimelin went furious.

Madison points the gun at Jaimelin. “Shut up! Just the shut the fuck up!”, Madison finally loses it. “I can’t fucking take this shit anymore!”, Madison continues.

“Maddie, just calm down. I know you’re tired...”, said Jaimelin. “Shut the fuck up, you stupid bitch!”, Madison angrily interrupts. “I was so excited to that we get to kill Dan. But you never fucking told me that the little piece of shit had a brother! I mean, what the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“I didn’t know!”, Jaimelin replied.

Madison continues pointing the gun at Jaimelin. “You know what your fucking problem is, Jaimelin?! You’re a fucking moron! A fucking cunt! A pathetic little bitch who doesn’t give a shit about anyone but herself! I mean, how stupid are you?!”

Jaimelin sheds a tear.

“You never liked Dan because he was a fucking loser. He always talks about movies that we never even heard of, which is fucking annoying! Yet you don’t know anything else from that little perv!”, Madison angrily continues.

“Maddie, please...”, Jaimelin sobs.

“This is all your fault!”, Madison interrupts. “This whole shit is all your fault! All of this is because of you!”, Madison points the gun closer to Jaimelin’s face, “It would’ve been easier if you just done this by yourself.”

A moment of silence occurs.

Unaware to Madison, Jaimelin slowly takes out her pocket knife from her back pocket and holds it behind her.

“You’re right.”, said Jaimelin. She quickly stabs Madison in the arm. POW! The gun goes off from Madison’s fingers, while she screams in agony. Jaimelin then takes the knife out of Madison’s arm then stabs her in the throat. “I should’ve done this without you, you cunt!”, Jaimelin finally loses it. She removes the knife out of Madison’s throat, causing Madison to fall to the ground as she bleeds to death. Jaimelin continues to stab Madison multiple times as she’s full of rage.

“You bitch! YOU BITCH!”

CHAPTER 5

Unaware to Jaimelin and Madison, two policewomen Donna, a Filipino-American woman, and Malory, a Korean-American woman, went out to search for Dan’s brother.

Donna is happily married and a mother of two children. She’s also seven months pregnant.

Unlike her partner Malory, she’s very hard working and always have Donna’s back.

After the girls broke into Dan’s house and ended up kidnapping Ned instead, the two policewomen were called in as Dan’s sister was also home during the break in. She was hiding in the bathroom. Dan’s sister tries to stop the girls by wrecking their car with a baseball bat, causing her to break the tail lights. She even caught the license plate number from the girls car.

While on the search, the two policewomen discovered the burnt car of the state trooper on the highway that the girls took. They were both horrified.

While on the road, the policewomen found the house that the girls stayed, with their car parked in front.

As they searched around the house, the two policewomen discovered the bodies of the old man, Ned, and Madison all wrapped in bed sheets. The bodies were piled up in front of the house.

While searching in the house, there was no one.

SCREECH! SCREECH! The sound of something metal can be heard from the distance.

Donna and Malory search where the noise was coming from.

It’s coming from the tool shed, next to the house. It was Jaimelin. She’s trying to pull out a wood chipper from the tool shed.

The policewomen pull out and point their guns at Jaimelin.

“Freeze!”, yelled Donna.

Jaimelin slowly turns at the policewomen as she’s just got caught.

“Hands up!”, yelled Malory.

Jaimelin slowly raises her hands... then she runs away.

“Hey! Hey!”, yelled Malory.

The two policewomen starts chasing Jaimelin through an open snowy field behind the old man’s house. Due to Donna’s pregnancy, she’s slowing down. Lucky for her, Malory has her back as she manages to catch up to Jaimelin.

As Malory chases Jaimelin, she fires her gun at Jaimelin. First shot goes off, she misses. Second shot goes off, she miss again. Third shot goes off, it finally hits Jaimelin in the leg and she falls to the ground.

Malory catches up to Jaimelin and begins to handcuff her.

Jaimelin begins to wail as she’s being cuffed. The louder she wails, the sound of her saying that she made the biggest mistake of her life.

After getting handcuffed, Jaimelin gets dragged into the police car with Donna and Malory driving her back to Omaha. She’s completely shattered.

Donna stares at Jaimelin as she begins feels bad for her.

“I assume that was Madison in that pile. Right? Along with Dan’s brother and whoever was living in that house.”

Jaimelin stays quiet.

Donna continues, “I got a chance to talk with Dan yesterday.”

“Will you shut up about Dan!”, Jaimelin interrupts. “He’s a fucking pervert!”

“Hey! Watch your fucking mouth!”, Malory yells at Jaimelin. “Easy, Malory.”, Donna calms Malory down.

“He told me he knew it was you and Madison because of an incident back in high school. A YouTube video, wasn’t it? And you wanted to get back at him. He told me the whole story. About you. The feud. Everything.”

Jaimelin continues to stay quiet.

“He told me he was depressed after that incident. Even after he graduated, he also says that it kept haunting him. He regret that incident because he made a mistake. You want to know what it was? Not knowing you that well. He told me he doesn’t think straight whenever he tries to accomplish something or make a decision. He was scared of everything. He was scared on making friends. He was even scared to try to tell his feelings for you. He never intend to hurt you. All he ever wanted was to make friends. He told me he always wanted a girlfriend. But it’s not always easy. He always second guesses everything and it led him to screw things up.”

There’s only silence.

“Jaimelin, everyone makes mistakes all the time. But what you did was horrible. You got your friend involved and you two made a mess with Dan and his whole family. How would you explain that to him?”

“It’s his fault.”, Jaimelin replied. “He never told me had a brother... or a family.”

“Did you asked?”, said Donna.

“Why does that matter?”, Jaimelin replied. “All he gives a shit about is movies.”

“What’s wrong with watching a movie?”, said Donna. “I watch movies with my husband all the time. Sure movies are enjoyable, but there are movies you can relate to.”

Jaimelin is confused. “What do you mean?”

“Well, a movie is a fantasy. Everyone wants to live in there own fantasies. But this is reality. Whatever you said to Dan back in high school, it must’ve woke him up from his fantasy and back to reality. And I can see he’s completely heartbroken because of you. The way I see it, it could be both of your guys’s fault.”

“What?”, angered Jaimelin.

“I mean, it sounds like he tried to do something good for you, but you rejected him. Which makes things worse for you two.”

Jaimelin begins to look at herself. She finally sees what she has done.

There’s only silence.

“It’s getting quiet.”, said Malory, “Do you mind if I turn on the radio?” “Go ahead.”, Donna replied.

As Malory turns on the radio, Hush by Deep Purple blasts. Jaimelin wakes up to reality as the song continues to blasts.

The three of them continue to drive back to Omaha as another day in a nice Nebraska town turns into hell.

THE END

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endlesstalesofwonder · 5 years

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Speeding Along

So here I was, watching the YouTube, and this prompt just landed in my lap and I couldn’t not do anything with it. C’mon.

“A friend once set me up on a blind date. I wasn’t in a great mood because I had received a traffic ticket a few hours before. My day got worse when my blind date turned out to be the cop who gave me the ticket. #WorstFirstDate”

Stiles always thought he was given the worst luck in the world, sucking out all the misfortune out of his friends and family so he could suffer for them. At least, that’s how he decided to view it for the entirety of his twenty-four years. The past week had been fine, bearable. That only meant some serious shit was going to go down and he didn’t know when.

He checked his messages before climbing into his jeep. The office building towered over him, casting a looming shadow over him as though he didn’t already have enough dread pooling between his shoulders.

Turning on the car, it was immediately flooded with the strumming of Stay Home by Self. The irony of the universe was never so careless. Maybe he should just camp out in his office. It wouldn’t be the first time.

He was barely getting onto the freeway when the shrieking ring of his Bluetooth stereo signaled a call. It took a moment for the system to shift, displaying the slow rolling familiar digits of the only woman he would never not answer.

“You’re going. That’s final.”

Stiles restrained himself from rolling his eyes. Whenever he did, the woman always had the uncanny ability to tell that he was doing it. “Hello, Lydia. I’m great. How are you?”

“Hi, Stiles,” she huffed. Like her, Stiles could tell whenever she flipped her hair when she was frustrated. “You never answered my texts.”

“I figured my silence was enough of an answer.”

“Stiles!” The stereo did not like the idea of his name being shrieked through the cheap system, rattling and warping the sound out of proportion before settling back with the soft rippling of static from Lydia’s surroundings. “You’re going out.”

The man sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose to relieve the pressure there. It never helped, but the habit stuck after watching it on tv when he was young. Stupid television idols.

Lydia had gotten into the frame of mind that Stiles had become Single-Desperate-and-Alone. And his only defense was that he was not desperate — just tired of looking and waiting. He’d been on several blind dates, ranging from no good to awkward to very, very bad. The last date ended with being sneezed in the face after suggesting that they should not go on another date. Now, he was afraid of getting within arm’s distance of any human being.

“What if I don’t even like the guy?” What if he doesn’t like me? What if he’s a couch slob? What if all he has to wear is a single pair of acid washed jeans and mesh tee that had THE MAN bedazzled onto the back? “I don’t think I could deal with that kind of rejection.”

“Stop being melodramatic.”

Stiles pulled off of the Interstate and onto one of the side roads that lead to the main road back into town. It was supposed to be a secret short-cut around the interstate traffic, but now all navigation directed people towards this road. Damn internet. “Will it get me out of this date?”

“No.”

“Then I won’t stop.”

“This is ridiculous. If you don’t like him — and I’m sure you will —” Stiles sighed. That’s what she’d said about the others as well. “Then this will be the last time I meddle.”

“No more meddling in my love life?” A soft grunt came through the speakers. “I need to hear it.”

“Yes.” Stiles turned onto the main road, familiar trees flanking him on either side. The town sign should be nearby, closer if he pushed the limits.

“Meddling being any kind of date, blind or otherwise…”

“Yes.”

Welcome to Beacon Hills, the main said read as Stiles passed it, though the words were blurred. He just wanted to go home and get this to-be-horrible-date over with.

“Or mysteriously running into someone in the street because someone pushed them…”

“That was one time. Fine.”

“Then we have an agreement.” Then, as though striking a match into light, red and blue lights alternated behind him. “Fuck. Fuck! Fuckity-Fuck-Shit-Dammit—”

“Stiles?”

“I’ll call you back.” He hung up on her, pulling over onto the side of the road, then turned off the car. Another string of swears bubbled up in his throat and stayed there as the officer approached.

He rested his head back against the seat, cool and collected. This was not his first time being pulled over, not even one of the first dozen. By now, Stiles had perfected the art of ticket skimming.

The officer approached his passenger window, to avoid the onslaught of traffic feeding into the town at this time — none. Stiles, begrudgingly, rolled down the window in question as the man bent over just slightly to accommodate his height. Jesus. “You were going 54 in a 40. Do you have anything to say?”

All Stiles could process was the fact that the man was the epitome of dirty, sexy cop: fitted uniform, dark everything — scruff, hair, eyebrows that peaked out from the equally dark reflective ray bands — “I’m dyslexic?”

“Oh?” That stupid eyebrow on his stupid face crooked upwards in nothing other than pure amusement. Shit. “So you think you were going 45 in a 40.”

“... Yes.” No.

“That’s still speeding. License and registration.”

Mentally, his eyes narrowed. He dug through the black hole of a glove box and pulled out his registration that he tucked into what he called the Jeep Bible (key: manual). Then ruffled through his wallet for his license. The man took the items as Stiles found them, walking back to his car as Stiles tried to make him explode with his mind. If only.

It didn’t take long, which was also a bad sign. He had gotten tickets before that took longer because the officer was lenient enough to grant other, lesser offenses than the whopping three-hundred-plus speeding ticket. This man was testing his perfected art.

The ticket was stated as the regular three-hundred and sixty and his wallet tensed at the idea of being emptied. Again. The officer went through the readings like he was supposed to: memorized, mechanical, and purely professional. Then, the man said his goodbyes and left.

“Thanks, asshole,” he muttered, taking a glance at the signed name at the bottom of the ticket. He’d burn the name into his memory if it meant never having to see the man again. Knowing his audience, he took his time to pull off the side of the road and cautiously — it was tempting not to just peel out of there — drive back to his apartment.

Deputy Hale. Stiles hated him.

Once he got back to his apartment, he had all of ten seconds alone before his phone burst out into a blaze of chirps and rings. Lydia Martin.

He picked up, despite the dampened mood. “What?”

“What? What, he asks.” The roar of traffic picked up in the background. She was traveling somewhere. He could even hear the click of her heels. “How about you tell me what just happened?”

“I got a ticket for speeding. No big deal.”

A horn honked, and Stiles couldn’t tell if it was from the phone or from outside. “Good! I hear that going out is the perfect thing to fix that.”

“Listen, Lyds. I’m not in the mood for a date, certainly not now.” A knock sounded on the door. Add another tally to the series of bad timings, Universe. “Hold on.”

Stiles opened the door, ready to unleash the fear of God onto the person who would even dare approach his door despite the No Solicitor sign — and Lydia stood at the door with one hand on her hip and the other hanging up the phone call.

“Don’t call me Lyds,” she snapped, then let herself in.

“Come in, why don’t you.”

She stopped in the living room, spinning on her heel to rake her eyes over his body. “The shirt needs to go. The pants might work, with the right top. The shoes can stay.”

“I’m not going out.”

“We made a deal.” Lydia, ever the Goddess, crossed her hands over her chest. It was all business then. “I suppose that means I can continue to meddle in your life. Your neighbor isn’t seeing anyone lately, maybe they can —”

“How do you even — Fine. Fine!” That was all she needed. She flew into his bedroom and pulled a shirt he didn’t even know existed and threw it in his face. Whatever made her stay out of his love life, it was worth a dinner.

Stiles couldn’t sit still for the life of him. He rearranged the silverware before readjusting the positions of the cups and finally gave up. He buried himself in the sea of dished on the menu.

There were thirteen ways to get out of the restaurant. The first would be to go out the front door, but that would run the risk of potentially showing his blind date that he was trying to sneak out. The windows were not an option because they were beginning to draw the drapes shut and getting through that thick of fabric was a no go in any capacity. The kitchens would be open, but the number of sharp objects that could get in the way were higher than his chances of getting out without being banned —

“I’m looking for table 19,” someone asked the front table. That was Stiles’ table. His blind date. A familiar voice.

Stiles looked up from his menu and nearly choked on a lung, burying his head back behind the plastic before the man saw him. “Fuck me.”

The footsteps grew closer and closer, and Stiles’ was able to make out the size of the shoe — no longer the department-issued boots — “Do you need help reading those numbers, or are you fine?”

Motherfucker. Stiles looked up and met Deputy Hale’s mischievous green eyes. “Is that how this is going to go?”

The man slid effortlessly into the chair opposite him. It was a jarring difference, seeing him in both his uniform and street clothes in a manner of hours. Something in Stiles wanted to relax, but his undeniable grudge didn’t.

“Did you really think that was going to work?”

Stiles lowered his gaze back to the menu, none of the words meaning anything to him. “Yeah, actually.”

The man made a low snort, as though biting back a smile — or laugh — that would no doubt make Stiles threw out any poor judgment he’d made in the past few hours.

Silence settled between them, and Stiles, ever the conversationalist — according to his date with Jensen — didn’t know what to do with it. He fumbled with the straw left in his drink and finally bit the bullet.

“I’m not sure I can go out with a man who knows my driving record.”

The man smirked, leaning his arms on the table but not to divide the space between them. “You’re welcome to see mine, but there’s nothing there.”

“Wow,” Stiles drawled, and the Deputy held out his hands like what-can-you-do? “Wow!”

Finally, he laughed. Stiles couldn’t help joining in. The sound of it was infectious, necessary. Despite the poor start, he’d never felt so light.

“Let’s start over.” A hand crossed over the open space of the table between them. “Derek. Hale.”

“Stiles, not — yeah.” Derek’s eyebrow rose. No doubt he had read his legal name and thought to not issue the ticket — it had worked all of four times before — and yet, here they were. Derek Hale was an enigma. He met his hand with his own. “Stiles Stilinski. It’s nice to meet you.”

The waitress came over not long after their restart. It was easy. To fill the silence. Their conversations blended seamlessly through various stages and recounts of their youth. It was a blessing that neither of them had brought up the —

“You may want to slow down.” Stiles paused, the fork full of food just within his mouth’s grip. Derek was smirking, the bastard, and he knew what he was going to say before he even said it. “I wouldn’t want to give you another ticket.”

Stiles narrowed his eyes and ate the damn food anyways. “Ha. Ha. Very funny. I don’t go speeding through everything, you know. You were just… lucky.”

“Oh?” Derek leaned forward again, and Stiles leaned slightly to meet him. “You’ll have to show me then.”

“What?”

“Something you don’t go speeding through.”

Jesus Christ. Stiles was eating. He leaned back, his face no doubt the same shade as the spaghetti he was rather enjoying and now the meatballs were just taunting him — He relaxed. “Maybe later.”

Derek took his water, meeting Stiles’ gaze over the rim. “I look forward to it.”

When Stiles let himself back into his apartment, Lydia had made herself very comfortable by the size of the blanket nest built to accommodate his four-person couch. It was rather impressive.

The screen froze, paused. She turned away from the screen, the light illuminating in a way that would only describe her as having a halo. “How’d it go?”

He shrugged. She opened her mouth to go off, probably to say something about the inability of men to get their head out of their ass — Jason was never a good fit for Stiles anyways — but Stiles stopped her. “We made another date.”

“Oh,” she drew out, settling back into her nest with nothing other than content and satisfaction in her everything. “Told you so.”

“Mmm. Move over.” She obliged, but only barely. He was only granted a fraction of the comfort she had made for herself, clearly raiding everything from the linen cupboard to his own bed. “What are we watching?”

She rolled her eyes, turning on the show with no additional information or even the title. He stayed quiet, watching and waiting for silence to ask his questions. It didn’t matter. An officer walked into the scene, trying to solve a murder of some kind, and he only saw a dark-haired beauty with green eyes.

He pulled out his phone and sent a single message: See you soon.

Derek Hale: See you.

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Victim part 1

A/N: I swear more fics are coming, I’m just trying to figure out how I want them to start off and how the plot should go. I’ve been slacking and I’m sorry so please forgive me.

Summary: Ashely moved to Davenport Iowa to get a new view on life from her recent one in Florida, but what happens when she falls for a guy and he’s not what he made himself out to be? Well read and find out.

Warnings: cussing, stalking, violence, blood, sex.

A/A/N: I know it’s not October but I love Horror /Thriller so I decided to write this. I’m going to start writing them every two months.

Word count: 8,673

Tagging: @the-beastslayers-queen @moshsafely @sassyspacedust @xprincessofthefallenangels @mrsambroserollinsacklesmgk @ilovedisney116 @feathers-and-flesh-and-wrestling

Please enjoy 🧚🏼‍♀️

Moving from Florida to Iowa was definitely a whole climate change, sunny to mostly snow was a whole 360 degrees and it would take time to adapt. I had finally gotten settled into my new house after two weeks of being here, I was on my way to get some food for the house. I heard police sirens and I looked in my rear view mirror and sure enough there was a cop car “son of a bitch.” I said out loud and I pulled over and I rolled down my window and I got my license and registration out.

“Great Ashely haven’t even been here for a month and already got the police on you.” I thought to myself while he was walking up to my car. I turned my radio down and I looked out my window waiting for him, I fixed my boobs and smiled he stopped at my window and I gulped. “good afternoon officer… Lopez.” He took his hat off letting his long brown locks fall to his shoulders, I admired his hair and my eyes took in his presence his muscular arms right against his shirt sleeves.

“Ma’am do you know why I pulled you over?” He looked me right in my eyes, it felt like he was looking into my soul. shook my head and I smile “N-no I just moved here two weeks ago and I’m still trying to get settled.” I gave him a nice respectful smile and he just frowned at me “I couldn’t care if you moved in yesterday ma’am laws are laws.” My smile slowly dropped some and I gave him my license and registration he took it from me and walked back to his car to run my name and stuff.

I watched him walk away out of my rear view mirror, I watched his toned ass rub against his pants, I rubbed my thighs together and I bit my lip. “Get a hold of yourself Ashely he’s just a guy.” I sighed and mumble to myself I saw his badge reflect into the mirror and I cleared my throat and I looked back out the window. I looked at him “so what did you pull me over for?” He looked at me and then at his ticket pad “you were going 5 miles over the speed limit.” I let out a dry laugh “your kidding right, you’re literally giving me a ticket for going 5 miles over the speed limit.”

He looked at me while he gave me a eat shit smirk. “yes ma’am like I said before laws are laws.” I huffed and waited for him to give me my ticket but he kept writing. “You can’t just give me a warning?” He let out a sigh “no but you probably can’t comprehend that with all the alcohol you’ve consumed while you were in Florida.” My stomach dropped, tears brimmed my eyes, he looked up with a smirk proud that he finally got me to shut up when he saw my face his smile dropped.

“Look I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said that, it’s just sometimes I let me job give me a big head I’m Colby.” I smiled at him softly, and I shook his hand. “Names Ashely but I guess you knew that.” He smiled at me, he too my hand and shook it his rough hand grabbed my soft hand and he shook it. “maybe I can take you to get some coffee to make up for me being a dick.” I nodded “yeah here’s my number and here’s my address.” I quickly wrote down my number and my address, he tore up the ticket and stuck it in his back pocket. “You have a great day Ashely.” I smiled and waved him off “you too officer Lopez.” He turned and smiled at me “please just Colby.”

I smiled and I whispered to myself “okay Colby.” I watched him drive off, I had forgot what I was out for until my stomach growled. I had walked into the store with a big shopping cart, I grabbed bread, ice cream, hot pockets, hamburger meat, cheese, Philly cheesesteak bread, green peppers, onions, milk, yogurt, and finally two bottles of wine. I paid and put my groceries in my trunk, I sung along with my radio while I was driving home. I finally reached my house, I got out my car and I put the groceries up and I locked my car, I walked inside and I locked my door and armed my alarm system.

I washed the meat and the green peppers, I chopped the green peppers and onion up. I cooked them in the frying pan and then I cooked the meat, I seasoned it while it was cooking. after they were done I put them on the bread, I put cheese on them and threw them in the oven to toast the bread. I was humming along to a song I heard on the radio when there was a knock at my door, I raised an eyebrow at the noise I was expecting anyone over at 8:30 at night. I hummed the song and I looked out my curtain on the windows beside the door.

I smiled when I seen my next door neighbor May, I quickly opened the door and smiled at her. “Hey May what’s up, didn’t expect you over here.” She smiled at me and hugged me “nothing much just wanted to talk can I come in?” I smiled at her and I stepped aside. “Sure come on in.” She walked in and I shut the door behind her. “What’s up?” She turned and looked at me “nothing really just trying to see how you liked it here.” I let out a sigh. “I mean it’s okay I got pulled over today but he was nice after he realized her hurt my feelings.” She raised an eyebrow at me “wait what you got pulled over today, for what?” I laughed thinking about it again.

“For going 5 miles over the speed limit.” She rolled her eyes “oh let me guess Colby pulled you over?” I looked at her confused “yeah how did you know?” She scoffed “I grew up with him, he’s always been a dick.” I let out a chuckled and I pushed my red curly hair out my face. “You can say that again, he also invited me out to coffee.” Her eyes widened and had a serious look on her face. “You can’t go out with him, he’s a little bit crazy.” I let out a laugh but when I saw she was serious I stopped laughing “Amy come on that’s not nice we are all a little crazy.” She looked at me and shook her head.

“No he’s the bad crazy.” Before I could ask her anything else she walked to my front door and opened it and there he was, when I looked at Amy she looked like she seen a ghost and he just smiled at her “hey Amy how are you doing tonight?” She ducked under him, while she walked away she looked at me then him “see you later Ashely and it is Colby have a great night.” He waved her off and called out to her “you too Amy be safe.” He turned back to me with a smile on his face. “Hey I was going to wait until tomorrow to see you but I thought why not tonight, you don’t mind do you?”

I smiled at him “No not at all come in, I just finished dinner you can eat some if you’d like.” He smiled at me and walked in my house. “Wow your really clean.” I blushed lightly “awe thanks so much that means a lot, I usually don’t let people come here so it’s safer but me but I’m a town like this what’s the worse that can happen?” He looked at me and his stomach growled but he blushed at the noise his stomach made “I’m sorry that's the one part of my body and that doesn’t listen to me, well my stomach and um my…” He gestured down I quickly caught on, I let out a laugh. “Wow, such a gentleman.” I teased and he laughed.

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Colby had left about an hour and I sat at my paino, I had a glass of wine in hand and I started playing if I ain’t got you by Alicia Keyes and I started singing it. After the song I got up and I walked to my lap top and started writing my new thriller Victim. I was about three glasses in, while I was typing away at my laptop and I heard a knock at my door. I sighed and I got up walking towards the front door, I opened the door and I look around and no one was there. I shut my door and I walked back to my lap top and I started writing away.

About twenty minutes later I heard something tap my window and I felt like some one was watching me so I grabbed my laptop, I quickly got up, made sure everything was locked. After I did I turned all the lights off, I slowly walked upstairs to my room. I sat my lap top on the bed, I walked to the bathtub. I turned the water on my phone went off I jumped out of my skin my heart started racing. I decided to wait to look at it I washed and I got out I sat on my bed, I brought the glass of wine to my lips, my phone reminded me I got a message and I looked at it and it said unknown.

Unknown: that red robe looks great on you….

A/N: thanks so much for reading part one I hope y’all liked it keep a watch for part 2 sorry this is so long. Sorry if there are errors wrote this from 1-3 am lol 🙈

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