#I’ll take one Paul and one jacket

[allinsideyourhead]

Every single picture I could find of Paul and his hoodie jacket because it was his magnum opus.

#please reblog with more if you have any others! #I’m not even joking when I say I would gladly wear it #and that wouldn’t be a problem seeing as we’re almost the same size :) #I’ll take one Paul and one jacket #the toggles.. the flared sleeves.. the hood.. the drawstrings.. what more could you want in a jacket #I like how he put the hood up and down throughout the day #Art’s raincoat has nothing on Paul’s hoodie jacket #apart from the fact it’s waterproof and therefore a hell of a lot more practical than the suede I assume Paul’s jacket is made from #paul simon #art garfunkel #simon and garfunkel #s&g #simon & garfunkel

[louloulemons-posts]

Old Bear Diner

Cook!Eddie Munson XFem!Waitress!Reader

Summary : Reader becomes a waitress at a diner where a cook named Eddie works.

Word Count : 5.8k

Warnings : Not proofread, rambly, swears, use of Y/N, original characters, petnames, cuteness, reader gets hurt, douchebag customer, parent loss, grumpy eddie, sunshine reader, fluff, idiots in love, i haven’t wrote a fic this long in a while.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Mom I’m home,” you spoke, as you locked the door behind you. Sliding your feet out of your shoes and hanging your jacket up, you found her.

Face lay on the table, pen in hand and eyes closed. Letters, notices, bills. Just a whole bunch of paperwork lay on the table, it’d been like this for a while. Since your dad got sick. Then he was gone.

“Mom,” you whispered, shaking her lightly. She groaned, body wriggling as she woke up, “Mom go to bed.”

“I’m awake.”

“I know, but go and rest now. I’ll put this away.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, rubbing her eyes. “Yeah.”

“How was work?”

“It was fine, the kids were golden.”

“Good I’m glad. You’ve got dinner in the microwave.”

“Thank you. Now go get some rest,” you said, kissing her cheek. “You’re such a good girl. Goodnight honey.”

“Night mom.”

And that’s how life had been for the last 18 months of your life. Just you and your mom. You sighed, walking over to the table. Stacking up the papers and putting them away.

There wasn’t much mess, your mom had been working all day and you’d been out most of the night. She was a nurse, and you had about any job you could get.

After quickly eating your dinner you picked up a few pieces of washing, swilled your plate and went up to bed. You babysat for a couple people in the neighbourhood, and sure they were fine, but one of the little ones came down with something and was near inconsolable.

Your bed was like heaven, after taking off your jeans you didn’t even bother to swap into pyjamas, falling to sleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Morning mom,” you said, kissing her head as you walked passed. There was a plate of scrambled eggs and toast, along with a cup of coffee waiting for her. “Morning, where are you off too?”

“Oh I’m just about to go clean Mrs Harris’, her daughters out of town and she said she’d pay me good. Plus she’s a sweet woman so.” You mom sighed, taking a drink of her coffee.

“What did we say about taking more jobs?”

“Mom come on, it’s not a big deal. It’s just one time.”

“You said that about the babysitting and the store and the tutoring.”

“Mom-“

“You need to take care of yourself.”

“So do you. Do you have a shift today?”

“No.”

“Great, I’ll pick up some movies from Robbies work and then we can have a day together.”

“Honey,” she sighed.

“I gotta go mom, love you.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“You are an Angel,” Mrs Harris smiled as you placed a mug in front of her, taking one of your own in your hands. “Thank you for doing this for me, Anna had this holiday booked for months.”

You hummed taking a sip of the drink, “I bet the kids were excited.”

“You have no idea! Bouncing off the walls telling me all about it yesterday.”

“Well the beach is exciting.”

“It is, now how about you? How’s your mom?”

“We’re good, you know,” you shrugged.

“Hm, I do know. You remind me of myself and Anna when we lost Paul,” she smiled fondly at the thought of her husband.

“We’re just trying to learn how to do this all without him.”

“Of course. I found something for you actually,” she smiled, walking to her fridge. Pulling a piece of paper from under a magnet she passed it over.

“I saw it in the grocery store, thought it’d be better than you doing 20 different jobs a week. You could just stick to 2,” she joked. It was a slip for wanted workers at a diner. Waitressing staff.

“Thank you.”

“Of course Honey, now you get going. Enjoy your day with your mom,” she smiled, nodding you took the flyer with you. “Let me know if you need me to come and clean again.”

The woman chuckled, shaking her head waving goodbye as you headed to your car. You knew the diner, you drove past it going to and from jobs, you’d just never stopped by.

You’d have to pass it on the way to Family Video anyway, so there was no harm in asking.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

It wasn’t too busy in the diner, there were people dotted around, some groups, some alone. Some eating, some not. It seemed like a great place to people watch, to see so many people from different places, with different lives.

Walking up to the counter you smiled at an older woman, crows feet by her eyes, flecks of grey through her dark hair, but her eyes shone, young and playful. “Hiya Honey what can I get for you?”

“Hi, I actually came to ask about the waitressing position, is it still available?”

“It certainly is, have you got any experience?”

“I’ve had a couple different jobs, I worked at a cafe during summer break. I’ve worked cleaning jobs, with kids, in retail.” The woman hummed, nodding, “Well the shifts would change, you’d have to do 4 or 5 a week.”

“I can do that.”

“You’d serve customers, do waitressing, help in the kitchen if needed, cleaning.”

“Of course.”

“Okay, if you leave your name and number we can call and talk about you having a test day and we’ll see how we go.”

“Thank sounds great.” She slid a writing pad and a pen across the counter to you, disappearing to refill someone’s coffee.

“Liz, order up,” you heard a male voice speak from the back.

Two plates of delicious looking food was placed on the window out to the front, but the chef themself wasn’t visible. The woman moved quickly, weaving around stools and booths, taking the plates to a couple at the far end of the diner.

You’d imagine that they’d all know each other forever, the way they spoke like old friends. The woman, Liz, made her way back over to you, taking the pen and pad back.

“We’ll give you a call,” she smiled.

“Thank you.” She nodded giving you a wink and you were on your way.

You could only hope you’d get this job, 4 or 5 shifts a week would be great, then you could have room for a couple of odd babysitting jobs and still keep the house clean for your mom. All you had to do was actually get it.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

You dried your hands with a towel, leaving the dirty dishes to air dry before you put them away. Dinner was cooking on the stove, and your mom would soon be home.

The music of your radio hummed with static, the station hiding the silence of the house. That was until the loud sound of the phone ringing overpowered it.

“Hello?” you answered.

“Hi, is this Y/N Y/L/N?”

“Speaking.”

“Hi there honey, this is Liz from the Old Bear Diner. I’m just calling about the waitressing job.”

“Right I see.”

“Well the position is yours if you want it, we’ll get you trained up.”

“What about the test day?”

“Well Mr Miller, the owner of the cafe you worked at, came here and when I mentioned you he couldn’t stop telling me how great of a worker you are.”

“That’s very kind. When would I start?”

“Wednesday if that’s possible, you’d start at 9am and finish at 5pm.” Quickly looking at the calendar you didn’t have any babysitting gigs, so it’d be perfect.

“Of course.”

“Great, I’ll be seeing you Wednesday Honey.”

“See you then.”

You couldn’t help grinning as you hung the phone back on the hook, taking dinner off the stove. Your mom found you dancing to the music on the radio, plating up your food.

“Good day?” she smiled, as you began to eat. “Mhm, definitely. How was work?”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Liz had shown you all the basics, how to use the till, where everything was stored, along with giving you a dark apron that sat around you waist.

“So when we have food orders, you hang them up here. Eddie will call when they’re ready, write the table numbers on the ticket if that’s easier for you,” she smiled.

“Right, is Eddie the chef?”

“Mhm, the one and only. You can also have anything off the menu for lunch, so just let him know and he’ll make it. I’ll introduce you now.”

Following her into the kitchen it was a lot of stainless steel counters, ovens, grills and deep sinks. “Eddie, got someone for you to meet,” Liz spoke, catching the taller man attention.

Turning to face you, you took him in. Dark curls, pulled back to sit in a bun at base of his neck, he was tall, lean but muscular, with tattoos dotted around his arms. His own apron sat around his waist, freckles and beauty marks decorated his face like his own personal constellation.

And his eyes, they were beautiful, like melted chocolate, you could very easily get lost in them. “Eddie this is Y/N our new waitress.”

“Nice to meet you,” you said softly, trying not to stair at the gorgeous man in front of you.

“You too. You shown her the basics?” he asked Liz. “Course I have, so be nice,” she warned, wagging her finger at him. “Always am.”

The older woman snorted, “You take that back, your uncle didn’t raise a liar.” This made Eddie smirk, smile lines and faint dimples appearing.

“Well we’ve got customers to serve, come on Honey.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Working at the diner was strangely something you looked forward to, something you enjoyed. Your mom wasn’t over the moon about it, worrying that you’d work yourself to sickness.

You were okay, you’d do your shifts go home, help around the house, spend time with your mom and still had time to do your babysitting gig. It worked out quite well.

“Morning Honey,” Liz smiled as you pushed through the door, “Morning.” You headed to the back, hanging up your jacket and your bag, tying your apron around your waist.

You walked past the kitchen, “Morning Eddie,” you called as you went, receiving a grunt of acknowledgment in return. He seemed nice enough, grumpy, but nice and beautiful - but you wouldn’t tell him that.

The diner was a 24 hour one so customers were already dotted around, it was a weekday so it was a lot of people travelling through, especially truckers.

“These are for table 4,” Liz smiled, handing you 2 warm drinks, nodding you went on your way. “Morning, I’ve got two hot chocolate.”

“Thank you,” an older man said, the younger one with him smiling slightly.

“Can I get you anything else?” you asked.

“Could we order some hot food?”

“Sure, let me just get a pad. I’ll be right back.”

Walking around the diner had become like a dance now, bouncing around the tables and chairs, back and fourth to the counter. “Eddie order for table 4,” you said, sticking the paper under a magnet.

Another grunt in acknowledgment, as the ticket was pulled down and into the kitchen.

“Morning Y/N,” a familiar voice spoke.

“Mr Connors, good morning. What can I get for you?”

“A tea for Cynthia,” he said, smiling over at his wife, “And a coffee for me.”

“I’ll bring them over.” The older man nodded, making his way to sit across the booth from his wife.

“25 years they’ve been coming here, and every time it’s like their first date all over again,” Liz said, sighing dreamily.

“Are you married?”

“Mhm, coming up to 15 years. Got a couple kids too, they mean the world to me. How about you Honey you got someone?”

You shook your head, “Now that does surprise me.”

“Why’s that?”

“I mean, look at you. You’re pretty girl.”

“Thank you,” you said shyly, “Honestly I’m just too busy.”

She nodded, filling up a mug with warm coffee and another with tea you heard an order called. “Order up.”

“I’ll take the drinks, you take the orders,”Liz said, sliding the mugs from the counters.

“Is this all of it?” you called over to Eddie, he turned half way so you could see the side of his face. He nodded and you moved quickly, feeling your face flush. Hoping that chatting with customers would take your mind off the beautiful man through the other room.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“I’ll see you later Liz,” you waved to the older woman, “Oh hang on Honey, I’ve got something to ask you.” You stopped in your tracks, car keys in hand.

“Do you think you could do the night shift on Friday?”

“I’ll have to check my calendar when I get home, I’ll call and let you know.”

“Okay, thanks Hun, you have a good night.”

You hadn’t done a night shift yet, Liz did a couple a week and Eddie seemed to live there, often taking doubles. Speaking of Eddie you raised your hand to wave goodbye, as he took a drag from his cigarette.

Nodding your way he let out a breath of smoke, sitting himself down on an old crate at the door. You climbed into your car and we’re on your way.

“Mom,” you called out when you entered the house. It was strangely quiet, her car was on the drive so she must be here. Hanging up your bag and jacket, you slid your shoes off.

Your feet padded across the floor, finding your mom on the couch. Her eyes closed, her chest moving up and down gently. “Mom?” you said softly, placing a hand on her shoulder.

She was burning up, “Mom, come on let’s get you to bed.” She groaned as you helped her up, eyes barely opening as you took her to her room. “I’ll be back I’m just getting you some water.”

Taking a glass from the side of her bed you went to the bathroom, filling it with water and grabbing her some medication from the cupboard. “Here you go mom,” you said, helping her sit up.

Closing the curtains, the room was almost in darkness. “Was work okay?” she croaked out. “Yeah it was fine, they’ve asked me to do a night shift on Friday, gotta check the calendar.”

“You go do that honey, I’ll be okay.”

“Okay. You rest up, I’ll come and check on you later.” The woman hummed softly, snuggling down under her blanket and resting her head on the pillow.

Luckily Friday was free and you could take the shift, and your mom was off so she could rest and and get rid of whatever sickness this was. Dialling the number for the diner you waited for a few rings, a voice finally appearing.

“Old Bear Diner, how can I help?”

“Hi Eddie, it’s Y/N.”

“Oh hello, you alright?”

“Yeah was just calling to tell Liz I can do the Friday night shift.”

“Right, I’ll let her know.”

“Thank you.”

“Hm. See you Friday.”

“See you.” After hanging up you pressed your hand to your chest, how could a 20 second conversation do this to you.

You couldn’t even see him, it was just his voice. Dear god his voice. Get it together. He’s just a hot guy at work, would you find him hot outside of work? Probably not.

Okay that’s a total lie - grumpy metal head. Yes please.

You groaned placing your forehead on the cold wall, suddenly feeling the need for a hot shower.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Are you sure you’re gonna be okay?”

“Honey go to work, it’s just a cold.”

“Fine, but you’ll call if you need me?”

“Of course I will now shift it, you’re going to be late,” your mom said, pulling you to the door.

“Drive safe, I love you.”

“Love you mom.”

Arriving at the diner it was already busy, but that made sense for a Friday night. You parked your car up and went in through the back, not wanting to squeeze your way past the customers.

Eddie was there, standing on a cigarette he was clearly finished with. “Hey,” you said.

“Hello.” He held the door open for you, letting you duck under his arm. You held your breath as you did so. How did he smell so nice?

“Is Liz here?” you asked.

“It’s her anniversary, so night off. So it’s us, May and Chris.” You hummed, May was older than you and Eddie, but Chris was around the same age.

“Okay well I’m gonna go and get sorted.” He hummed, heading back to the kitchen, but watching you go first. Soon enough you were out on the counter saying a quick hello to May and Chris.

“Evening,” the man smiled, dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. “How’s it going?”

“You know,” you shrugged. He looked like he was going to continue, but a group of teens sat down at a booth.

“I’ll go and sort them,” you smiled, grabbing a pad and pen from the counter. “Hiya guys what can I get for you?” And so the shift began.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

It was busy, manic even. When one table was dealt with another three seemed to need your attention. By 11pm your feet were burning. “Y/N, you can have your break now honey,” May spoke.

“You sure?”

“Mhm, grab something to eat, have a drink.”

Your shift would end at 5am, so keeping your energy was important. Nodding you headed to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water as you went.

Eddie turned slightly to see who was coming in, “Order?”

“Just mine.”

“What can I get for you?”

“Just some fries please.”

The man raised a brow at you,”That’s all you want?”

“Mhm.” He nodded, turning back to the grill, there were no tickets so it shouldn’t take too long. You opened your bottle of water, taking a swig.

“Go sit, I’ll bring it over.”

“You sure?”

“Do you know you ask that question about 50 times in a shift. I’m sure, go rest.”

You chuckled, pushing back into the main area, taking a seat on the furthest table. You head rested on your folded arms on the table, closing your eyes.

There was the faint sound of music playing from a jukebox, chatter, the sizzling of pans in the kitchen. It had become a soothing sound, a sound you were used too.

A few minutes passed, lightly dozing as you sat there. A hand pressed on your shoulder, “Hey.” Eddie.

“I’m awake.”

“I can see that. Eat up.” You rubbed your eyes, looking at the food on the table.

There was fries and a burger, “I only asked for-“

“I know. But you’re also falling asleep, so you need the energy. Eat up,” he said, offering you a tight lipped smile.

“Thank you.”

“Mhm. Eat.” You nodded, taking one of the fries, Eddie left you to it. Turning you head to watch him, you saw his eyes already on you.

Both of you looked away quickly, faces flushing. You tried to focus on your food, your shift would soon be over, then you wouldn’t see Eddie for a few days.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

It was finally the end of your shift and you were dead on your feet, you had no idea how the others did it. You threw your apron into your bag, sliding on your jacket and getting your car keys.

“See you later,” you waved to Liz who’d just arrived. “You get some rest Honey.” Heading out the back, you were met by Eddie, he stood by the wall smoking a cigarette.

“You heading out?” he asked.

“Mhm, I’ll see you Monday,” you replied, heading towards your car, feet heavy and eyes sore. “Y/N hang on.”

You turned to see Eddie, he threw the cigarette butt to the ground, “You’re dead on your feet, let me give you a ride.”

“It’s fine Eddie.”

“No it’s not, you look like you’re gonna fall asleep at the wheel. Come on we can even take your car, if you trust me.”

“Sure, but are you-“ he cut you off.

“Honestly, I’m sure. I don’t want you getting hurt. Now key,” he said, holding out his hand. You dropped them into his large palm without another word, heading to the passenger side.

“So where are we headed?” Eddie asked, you mumbled out your address, “Not too far then.”

“No not really. You really don’t have to do this.”

“Sweetheart, honestly it’s not a big deal.”

Holy fuck. Sweetheart. Oh my god. Your half asleep brain couldn’t deal with this.

“W-what about your van?”

“I’ll just walk back and pick it up, no big deal.”

“Eddie-“

“Shush.”

You sighed, knowing you weren’t going to win this fight. You sat quietly, it wasn’t awkward it was nice. It was a comfortable silence. Resting your head against the window, you heard Eddie pull out from the diner.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Hey, Sweetheart, wake up.” Eddies soft tone brought you back. “I’m awake.” A light chuckle came out, “I know you are. You’re home.”

Looking up you were parked outside your house, “Thank you,” you said.

“Anytime.” The pair of you climbed out of your car, Eddie placing the keys back in your hand.

“You get some rest okay?”

“Okay,” you mumbled, looking at your feet. “Sweetheart, seriously,” he lifted your face softly with his fingers, holding it so you’d meet his eye.

“How many jobs have you done this week?”

“Well … I did a couple shifts at the diner, then I babysat Holly Wheeler, then I helped out at the green grocers. That’s about it.”

“And then you’ve been coming home and cleaning? Making dinner?”

“My mom can’t do it all alone.”

“You don’t have to do it all either, you’re gonna make yourself sick.”

“I’m fine.”

“Seriously you need to rest. I’m gonna tell Liz to swap your Monday shift okay?”

“No! Eddie please I’m fine.”

“But you’re not.”

“I need the money, I need to help my mom.”

“Your mom is the parent this can’t all be on you.” You felt anger bubbling up in your stomach, an emotion you’ve never felt towards Eddie.

“Well hospital bills don’t pay themselves, my dads care won’t pay itself off. I need to help her or we loose everything and I won’t do that. So think what you want, but if I don’t work at the diner on Monday I’ll find somewhere else,” you said, pulling your face away from his hand.

“Thanks for the ride,” you slinked passed him, unlocking the front door, not even looking behind you as you went in.

“Shit,” the curly haired boy said to himself.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

You were back in the diner for your Monday shift, and maybe Eddie was right, maybe you were making yourself sick. On Saturday night you babysat some kids down the street. Then on Sunday you helped clean Mrs Harris’ house again, then came home to do your own.

“Order up,” Eddie called from the kitchen, you walked over taking the plates. “It’s for table 7.” You hummed in acknowledgement, heading over to the group.

It was 4 men, older than your mother, but younger than Liz. They seemed to be businessmen, you didn’t have a lot of those passing through here.

“I’ve got the waffles and bacon,” you spoke, sliding the plate in front of one of them. “Blueberry pancakes.” Another man raised his hand, “I’ll be back with yours in a second.”

“Take all the time you need Sweetcheeks,” one of the man said, his voice was sickly and you could feel his eyes on your behind as you walked back to the counter. You skin crawled at the feeling.

“Is this the last of it for 7?” You asked Eddie.

“Yeah, that’s all. You okay?” He questioned, you could see his furrowed brows through the window. “Yeah, fine.”

Turning you headed back to the men, “I’ve got scrambled eggs, bacon and hashbrowns.” You placed the plate down as quickly as you could without throwing it at the man. “And here’s the Old Bear special,” you said, to the creepy man.

“Thanks Sweetcheeks.”

“Can I get you anything else?”

“How about a top up?” he said, shaking his empty coffee cup. “Sure.”

Grabbing the jug of freshly brewed coffee you, took the mans mug, along with the others at the table, filling them up. “Can I get you anything else?” Please say no.

“Actually, I’d love a piece of you,” the man smirked, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you to him. This caused you to panic dropping the coffee jug, the glass exploded everywhere and the hot liquid splashed your skin.

“You stupid girl!” The man exclaimed, throwing himself from the booth, his lap covered in the scalding liquid. “I-I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed.

“How stupid can you be! You burnt me! You absolute fool!”

“What’s going on over here?” Liz asked.

“This stupid waitress spilt hot coffee all over me and my breakfast, I demand that she’s fired!”

“I only dropped the coffee because you grabbed me!” you shouted.

“You stupid bitch! I’ll grab you alright,” the man launched for your throat, but was stopped by a hand around the back of his shirt.

“Get out,” Eddie said in his ear, his tone deadly, his eyes unblinking. “Me? She’s the one who-“

“You come in, you assault my staff and she panics, that’s your fault. You want to press charges go for it, but I doubt your wife will be happy when she finds out you’re trying to get with other women.”

“You asshole.”

“Get out of my diner, all of you. Before I show you how much you’ve pissed me off.”

The four men scrambled out, falling over each other as they went.

“Are you alright Honey?” Liz asked, wrapping her arm around your shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. I’ll uh, go and get a broom and the mop.”

“Oh no Honey I’ll do it.”

“It’s fine, it’s my fault.”

“No. Don’t even think that,” Eddie spoke up, walking over to you, “It was that assholes fault. You’re going home.”

“W-what no!”

“Yes, well actually you’re going to the hospital to get your arm checked.”

You looked down, not even realising the burning sensation on your right arm. It was covered in hot coffee. “I have a shift to finish.”

“Fine, I’ll drive you there now. Liz, you and James will be okay right?” he asked.

“Sure and if not, I’ll call Chris or May or Connie.”

“Great, come on get your stuff, let’s go.” Eddie led you out the back, holding your things in his hand, another on the small of your back.

“We’ll take my van okay, we can pick up your car later,” Eddie spoke. You just nodded, not really having any words to say. Climbing up, you took your bag and jacket from him, placing it by your feet.

“You okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine.” Minus the humiliation, the burning on your arm, being assaulted by a man, and you know probably losing the best job you’ve ever had - yeah you were great.

“Sweetheart, hey. It’s okay, you’re alright.” Eddies hands touched your cheeks, wiping away at tears you didn’t even know had been falling. “I’m so sorry,” you sniffled.

“What on earth for? None of that was your fault!” he stated.

“But I could’ve just-“

“Sweetheart he was a slime ball who hasn’t got any in years cause his wife thinks he’s gross. It’s not your fault that he doesn’t know how to behave when a pretty girl is around.”

Pretty.

“I’m just sorry. I really liked working here.”

“Liked? You leaving or something?” he asked. “I thought that after that I’d - well you wouldn’t want me to work there anymore.”

“You’re like my favourite person at this place, if I had it my way you’d go nowhere.”

“I don’t want to leave.” He leaned over and squeezed your good hand, “Then don’t, except right now because you need a doctor.”

You huffed a laugh, and Eddie pulled away, started up the truck and you were on the way.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Walking into the ER, it wasn’t overly busy, and Eddie led you to a seat. “Stay here I’ll get us some help,” he said. You nodded as he went to the desk, speaking to the nurse sat behind it.

The nurse.

Oh man.

Your mom.

“What’s the name?”

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

“What?”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” Eddie repeated. Your mom stood up walking around the desk, eyes meeting yours.

“Baby! What happened,” she said, rushing to your side. “I’m okay mom, just an accident at work.”

“Well thank goodness you came here. Let’s get you fixed up.”

It would probably get her in trouble, but she didn’t care, pulling you through to an examination room. Eddie followed you through, standing at the door.

“So I’m gonna clean it up and wrap it, we’ve got some creams at home to help.”

“I’m okay mom.”

“Thank you for bringing her in,” she spoke to Eddie. “Oh yeah of course.”

“So you work together?” she asked.

“Mhm, yeah Eddies the cook and uh the owner.”

“Well it’s nice to meet you Eddie.”

“You too ma’am.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“I can finish early, take you home,” Your mom said. “It’s fine I’m okay.”

“I’ll drive her, can bring your car by later.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

“What a sweet boy. Now go, my shift ends at 4.”

“Okay.”

Your mom pressed a kiss to your head, saying goodbye to the pair of you. Sat in the van, Eddie spoke, “Your mom seems nice.”

“Mhm, she is.”

“I can see why you want to look after her.”

“I’m sorry I snapped at you the other day.”

“I deserved it.”

“You didn’t, how were you supposed to know.”

“I should have backed off, I am sorry about your dad though.”

“Yeah me too, but you know we’re getting by.” He nodded, and sighed before talking, “Sweetheart, I know you’ll hate me for this, but I can’t let you come back to work until that arm heals up a bit okay?”

“Okay,” you whispered.

“But as soon as you’re good to come back, you can.”

“Thank you Eddie.”

“Of course.”

The drive to your house wasn’t a long one, and your arm wasn’t tingling anymore. “Thank you for today,” you said to Eddie.

“It’s okay, uh feel free to say no, but do you want some company?”

“Don’t you have to get back to the diner?”

“I’m the boss, I can go back whenever. So company?” You smiled, nodding, allowing him to follow you into the house.

“Your house is lovely,” he smiled.

“Thank you, uh get comfy, I’m just going to change.” You motioned to the lounge, as you headed to your room, wanting to get out of your work attire.

Changing into sweats and a short sleeve tee, you returned to find Eddie looking at photos dotted around the place. “That was the first vacation we ever went on,” you smiled.

You were stood between your parents, all of you had snowboards, thick coats and pants along with huge boots. You grinned a cheesy smile, a few teeth missing due to your age. Your parents were smiling too, laughing at your enthusiasm.

“You were cute,” Eddie nodded.

“Were?” you joked, but Eddies ears went pink. “I’m not saying you’re not cute now! You’re beautiful! I just mean that-“ You laughed, “Eds I’m teasing.”

The man smiled, face flushed, “You, Sweetheart, are a pain.”

“Hm, sure. Want to watch a movie?” you asked. “Yeah that sounds great.”

“I’ll go make some popcorn.”

I’ve got it, just tell me where it is.”

“I can do it.”

“Seriously, we don’t need another trip to the ER, what would your mother think of me?”

You rolled your eyes at him, making the man chuckle and leave to go to the kitchen. “It’s in the cupboard above the microwave,” you called to him.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

The boy looked down, feeling a soft weight on his shoulder. They were half way through Return of the Jedi when he felt it. Looking down his stomach fluttered.

She looked so peaceful, her eyelashes kissing her skin, her chest rising and falling softly. Her hand didn’t look so red and sore now, her mom had done a great job. Soft breaths left the girl as she fell into a deeper sleep.

The curly haired man couldn’t help but smile, resting his own head on hers, letting his eyes fall shut.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

You felt a comforting warmth beneath your cheek, rising and falling. A hand on your waist and a chin on your head. Shit. You’d fallen asleep.

Looking up slightly, you saw Eddie dozing away. He looked so cute. So calm. “Eddie,” you whispered. “Hm?” he mumbled.

“Eddie.”

“What’s wrong?” he said, voice deep and grumbly from sleep.

It was the sexiest thing you’d ever heard.

“We fell to sleep.”

“So?” You laughed at the sleepy boy, letting your head stay on his chest. “See, isn’t that bad is it?” he said.

“No, apart from the fact my mom is definitely home and has seen us.”

“I should probably go then,” he mumbled into your hair. “You don’t have to.”

“I know, but I need to check on the diner.”

You nodded, pushing up off of him, leading him to the front door. “Thank you for today.”

“Of course, I hope you don’t mind if I call to check how you’re doing.”

“Not at all, I mean you could drop by if you want.”

“Well I have to bring your car back so, yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“I’ll see you,” you smiled softly. The man raised a hand, walking to his van.

Shit, you couldn’t let him go.

“Eddie!” you called, jogging over, feet cold on the concrete beneath. “What is it?” he asked, concern in his eyes.

“Um, I just,” you began, but stood on your tiptoes, pressing your lips to his plush ones. They were warm and soft and made your stomach burst. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” you whispered.

“I’ll see you,” he smiled.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Thank you so much for reading!

Please leave any requests 🤍

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[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

Prompts 8 and 14 with Poly lost boys? (If not Poly, I’ll be good with any of them-)

8. Quiet, she has just fallen asleep!

14. Are you alright?

Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you like this!💜

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The house was quiet. Maria had gone off to work at the videostore, and Shelly had gone out to meet with her boyfriend Greg. Normally, I would have put some music on, doing some chores or making some art now that they were gone. But not today. I woke up feeling off. I had hoped that after some breakfast and some coffee, it would be over, but alas, it only got worse. So that's why I found myself lying on the couch, with the remote control of the telly in my hand. I still hadn't put it on, knowing that the sound - no matter how soft it could be - would only worsen the headache I had.

I closed my eyes as I felt another pang of pain flashing through my head. The headache had been there all day, but now it was slowly but surely turning into a splitting headache. I knew I couldn't ignore it any longer and made my way to the kitchen. Somewhere, in one of the cabinets, I was certain I'd have a package with aspirin. I sighed as I entered the kitchen, seeing the dirty dishes piling out of the sink. The remains of our lunch were lying on the kitchen island. It was a mess. Normally, I wouldn't mind cleaning it up, but now, the thought alone made me want to cry. God, I felt sick.

I opened the cupboard, realising that the package I had had been used up by my housemates. The only thing left of it was the empty box. I sighed as I threw it in the bin, deciding that I'd have to go to the drugstore. I got dressed in some comfortable yet more appropriate clothing - I didn't want to go outside in my pyjamas - and put my shoes on. After locating my keys on the dining room table, I headed outside - only to return to put a jacket on. It was surprisingly cold outside.

As I walked down the street, I was a little relieved to realise that the sun was setting already. It meant that my boyfriends would be going to the boardwalk soon. As much as the idea of being in a brightly lit, loud space didn't appeal to me, the idea of being with them and near them did.

The door to the drugstore opened with a soft tinkle as I pushed it open, the bell above the door signalling my presence. It was quiet inside, the only other customer an old lady. I greeted her quietly before searching the aisles for what I needed. I didn't pay attention when I heard the bell ring, nor did I pay attention to the space around me. So, when I found the brand I needed, and made a move to grab it, I bumped into someone.

"Oh my god, I'm so-"

"Shit, you look like shit babe!" I looked up and saw that I had bumped into Marko. I gave him a watery smile.

"I kind of feel like it, I think it hay-fever or something."

Marko nodded, his hand resting on my forehead to check my temperature. "I think it's a bit more than that."

"Fever?"

"Yeah, a bit. Come on," he took the medicine I wanted and walked towards the checkout. "You're staying with us tonight."

"Weren't you going to the boardwalk?"

"You're more important. Santa Carla won't forget who owns the place if we don't show up one night."

I nodded, taking a deep breath. It was suddenly really warm inside. "What were you doing here?"

"Paul's been complaining about a lack of liquorice in the cave."

"He really likes that stuff?"

"Apparently. We can't all be perfect," he paid for the liquorice and the aspirin, also asking for a bottle of water. He grabbed our stuff, opening the door for me. Once we were outside, I stopped walking for a moment, taking some deep breaths.

"Are you alright?"

I shook my head slightly. " 'm feeling a little faint."

"Go and sit down, alright?" He handed me the bottle of water and the aspirin. "Have you eaten today?"

I shrugged as I took a sip. "Wasn't hungry."

"You actually got the liquorice!" I looked up as I saw Paul appearing out of thin air in front of me. "And you got our gir- Jesus, you look like shit."

I nodded, feeling a little less faint than before. I heard the loud rumble of motorcycles, and I knew that Dwayne and David were also here now. I looked up, smiling tiredly as David walked towards me.

"Hey."

"Hey darlin'," he helped me stand up, looking me over as I did. I felt myself tremble a little. Maybe Marko was right, and this was more than allergies. "Let's get you home. Do you think you can hold on?"

I nodded, climbing on the back of his bike, and holding on to him tightly.

"We need some food, see if there's a store open so you can get her some fruit and bread and such."

"Sure thing. Is there anything you'd like?" Paul looked at me, and I shook my head. He nodded, kissing me softly on my forehead before driving off. Marko handed Dwayne the stuff we'd just bought, saying he'd be home shortly. He had to feed. Dwayne drove next to us, both David and him driving slower than usual. I was glad they did, mainly because their usual driving style was close to nauseating. Besides, with them driving slower, the chances of me gliding off were slimmer. I closed my eyes for a bit, a sudden tiredness overwhelming me.

"Don't fall asleep, love."

" 'm not." I mumbled, holding on a little tighter.

"We're almost home, then you can sleep all you want."

Dwayne was true to his word. Less than five minutes later, we stopped at the edge of the cliff leading towards the cave. Without a word, Dwayne lifted me up, carrying me in his arms down the stairs and into the lobby of the sunken hotel.

"Couch or bed?"

"Couch," I said softly, trying to stiffle a yawn, "Don't want to be alone."

"Alright, love."

He carefully laid me down on the couch, taking some pillows from Star's bed to make sure I was comfortable. David brought me the blanket I normally used while staying here, a thick and soft fabric covering the whole thing. I mumbled a soft thank you.

"How long have you been feeling sick?" David asked, crouching down next to me, brushing some hair out of my face.

"Since this morning."

"It's probably just a cold or a flu. Is the aspirin helping?"

"A little, I guess?"

He gave me a soft smile, getting up. I closed my eyes, drifting in and out of consciousness before sleep finally came.

I don't know how much time passed before I woke up, but when I did, I could hear an annoyed Dwayne hiss something at Paul and Marko.

"Quiet, she has just fallen asleep!"

"Ah shit, sorry, babe!" Paul whisper yelled at me, causing me to sleepily open my eyes.

" 's okay," I nodded, looking at them.

"I know you said you didn't want anything from the store, but I also brought you some cookies and chocolate."

I smiled tiredly, wincing as I felt my headache return. "Thank you, hon."

"If you're not feeling better tomorrow, we could give you some blood to speed up the healing process?" Marko offered. I bit my lip, not knowing whether I'd like that or not. I did feel sick, but to drink blood? "Just think about it, alright?"

"Yeah."

He smiled before looking outside. The sky was turning a bright red. He went to the back of the cave, climbing through the liftshaft. Dwayne and Paul followed. I pulled my blanket closer against me, curling up, when I felt a pair of arms lifting me up.

"Hm?"

"We're staying with you today, sweetheart."

" 's nice," I mumbled sleepily, already dosing off as he brought me to the bedroom. I was asleep before I even hit the pillow, my boys surrounding me, making sure I'd be okay.

#the lost boys #marko #david #paul #dwayne #tlb #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #star #the lost boys x reader

[chubbyreaderchan]

Fight | Poly!Lost boys x GN!reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence, reader gets touched by a rando, fighting, first time writing a fic for the Lost Boys.

Summary: An outsider thinks the reader is selling themselves to the Boys and thinks it’s okay to harass her, right in front of them!

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Music blared through the boardwalk; the boys surrounded you, their human mate enjoying the show. Paul was dancing and laughing with Mark, David was smoking leaning against a railing eyeing the crowd for their dinner, and you were leaning against the chest of Dwayne. His hands rested on your hips as you moved to the music.  

You couldn’t help but laugh watching your boys just be that your boys. Paul swaggered up to you, a big goofy grin on his face, and pressed a tongue and teeth-filled kiss against your lips. You laughed again as he pulled away mouthing the words to the song being sung before practically tackling Marko. The cute cherub was one wrong move from a fight constantly, and Paul almost got decked, almost. Only stopped because Marko realized who it was. You couldn’t help but shake your head at the antics of your boyfriends.

You pat at your jacket pockets and count to see how much cash you had before deciding to break off to get overly expensive concert water.

“I’m gonna be back,” you pulled slightly from Dwayne, who gently held your wrist as you pulled back.

“What’s up, sweetheart,” he asked.

“Just thirsty, I’ll be back,” You gave him a quick peck on his lips weaving a bit.

You gently lay a hand on David’s shoulder; his crystal blue eyes stare up at you his hand touching yours.

“Water,” you respond to his look. “I’ll be fine you keep thinking about dinner, okay?”

David didn’t say anything, just gave you a mildly annoyed look before scoping the crowd letting your hand slip through his.

It was a surprisingly short line, most likely due to the booth running out of alcohol and everyone moving on to a different one. Yet it seemed to take a lot longer for the attendant to get your water, you didn’t mind waiting. It was nice to step away from the crowd a bit, and take a breath of… not exactly fresh air but air not suffocating from the stench of body odor and general wet-butt-concert smell.  

It was a wonder your boys could stand the stench.

You leaned against the counter of the booth, back turned slightly from the crowd, tapping on the wood to the drum beat as best as you were able. Two cold and thin hands ran over your ass, a smile on your face assuming it was Paul or Marko only to turn and be shocked to see… some guy.

Great. “How much do they pay you,”

“What?”

“To have all of them all over you, they gotta pay good to gang bang you, eh?” He grabbed at your face, but you pushed him off.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” David’s voice was loud.

Relief of not needing to fight some asshole washed over you.

“C’mere kitten,” He called you, and you morphed into the group of biker punks.

Marko looked like a ticking time bomb about to explode on the guy. He thought he was being slick. Smooth. Trying to get on their mate.

That wouldn’t happen.

Ever.

“Oh, you who I talk to about how much a fuck with them is?” he said right to David’s face.

The platinum blonde sneered, tossing his cigarette to the ground. But Marko was quicker. His fists flew hard, potentially breaking the bone of the man.

They were crowding around ready to tear him apart, Dwayne the only one holding back to keep you from getting involved.

They only stopped when security arrived, throwing the whole fighting group out of the venue.

“You guys don’t have to do that,” you tell them, walking back to their bikes.

You mount Marko’s feeling like you need to hold onto him the most. He joins you on his bike, allowing you to wrap your arms around his middle.

“Doll, we won't let you be disrespected like that,” David said, lifting your chin with his gloved finger to face him.

His touch elicited a happier feeling than that of the groping bastard. A smile cracks on your lips, and David presses a quick kiss to them.

“At least we have dinner now,” Paul said, pinching your cheek playfully before mounting his bike.

You lean against Marko, cheek against his patterned jacket. “Thanks for defending my honor, Marko,”

“Of course, dove. What kind of mate would I be if I let someone treat you like that,”

With that, they kicked off their bikes and recklessly took you back to the cave.

#poly lost boys x reader #the lost boys x reader #dwayne x reader #marko x reader #paul x reader #david x reader #tlb x reader #tlb #the lost boys imagine #fanon #poly #idk tbh #something i think about #cuz it was the 80s #also i head canon if their mate is chubby that paul loves pinching their cheeks

[musings-of-a-college-dork]

An Odd Request

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word count: roughly 1K

Steve’s wife goes to the gym and makes an odd request when she arrives home. 

Warnings: sorta NSFW (mdni), use of Y/N, terms of endearment (baby).

Author’s note: This is just fluffy Steve and was written directly after I got home from the gym needing this man and a very specific kind of cuddling so…here it is! Short and sweet and very silly. Hope y’all enjoy! 

It was a quiet Saturday morning in the Harrington household. Steve was the only one home, having a few hours on his own as Y/N went to meet her personal trainer. She had been seeing a trainer for a while as she, quote on quote, wanted “to be able to carry all the groceries in a single trip all by myself.” A noble and worthy cause in Steve’s eyes and yet as long as he was around, she’d never have to lift a finger. He was more than content to show off his own strength for her enjoyment…and yet wished to support her in any and all of her goals so off to the gym she had gone. As such, he had the home to himself for a few hours, a chance to get some work done. 

He had spent most of the morning thus far drinking his coffee and sketching up new basketball drills and formations for the middle school team he coached. He finally understood exactly what Hopper had meant all those years ago about “coffee and contemplation” finding more and more that the man’s wisdom was never ending the older he got. We’ve gotta tighten up their current formations, he thought as the TV played some mindless sitcom in the background while he chewed on the end of his pencil. His mind looked over the squiggles on the paper in front of him trying to decide how to fix this. It had been weeks since they had won a game and morale was dropping fast. Jamie has to pass more but Donovan can’t really shoot…maybe if we move Paul to center and then swap Jordan and Cole we could-

The man wasn’t given another moment to think as he heard the front door open and close with a loud slam, the sound of feet padding their way down the entry hallway. 

“Hey, baby!” Steve called as he continued to focus on the squiggles, drawing a few more lines before erasing them with equally as much vigor, “How was the gym?” A loud groan was all he received in reply as his wife dropped her bag to the ground and kicked off her tennis shoes, not even bothering to put them in the basket where she knew they belonged. The same basket she insisted his shoes lived in but rules didn’t apply to her, at least not right now. I’ll tease her about it later. “That good huh?” He called with a low chuckle as he ran a hand through his hair, “Well your protein shake is in the fridge. Should be cold enough since I put it in when you left.” Oddly enough, the man received no response. He waited a moment before he called again, looking up from his work.

“Bab-” And just like that she was in front of him. He jumped and let out a quiet swear as he clutched a hand to his chest. He hadn’t seen her before she had left and found himself taking a sharp inhale as he looked her up and down. She looked so fucking gorgeous in those tight black leggings that fit her just right, a simple white workout top, hugging her every curve, and the expensive black workout jacket he had saved up to get her for Christmas that she never left for the gym without. Not to mention the way her hair looked post-workout and the glow of sweat that radiated off of her. He was about to open his mouth to make some lewd remark he hoped she’d find charming but-

“Hold my tits.” The man blinked once, then again, his mouth open and gaping like a fish. 

“W-what?” 

“I want your hands on my tits,” Y/N repeated, holding his gaze with complete and utter seriousness, “Please.” 

“Like…you want my…”

“Your hands. On my tits. Now.” When the man continued not to move his wife let out a deep sigh and took the pencil from his hand, laying it down next to his sketch as she replaced it with something much better. She led his large palm gently to her breast, letting out a sigh of relief as she encouraged him to give a little squeeze. Again, Steve didn’t even know what to do, never having seen her like this. Sure, she was usually a little more cuddly and blissed out after the gym as the endorphins ran through her body but this was…new. A good kind of new. 

“So I take it you had a good time at the gym?” The man teased breathlessly as he ushered her around the coffee table to sit beside him on the couch. The woman let out a hum in confirmation as she laid down so they were pressed together, her back to his front, and wrapped his arms around her so his hands could live right where she needed them to. Another chuckle came from Steve as he buried his face into her hair finding-

“Did you put on perfume?” 

“After working out,” she whispered as her eyes closed shut in complete and utter satisfaction, being held just the way she needed to be right now, “Didn’t want to come home smelling only like sweat.”

“I don’t mind,” Steve used his nose to brush the hair from the side of her neck, making her giggle as he pressed mindless kisses there, “I smell like sweat all the time and you still love me.” 

“I do,” Y/N titled her head so he could press a kiss to her lips, one she returned eagerly before laying her head back down on the couch, “Fuck, I’m never doing the Stairmaster ever again.” 

“Y/N, baby, if this,” Steve gave her tits a little squeeze to punctuate his thought, “is what happens after you’re on the Stairmaster, by all means, keep doing it. Any excuse to cuddle with my pretty little wife and hold her boobies is more than fine by me.” 

“Don’t call them that,” Y/N scrunched her nose with a chuckle as she pressed her ass more into him to fit them closer together. 

“What?” The man teased giving another squeeze, “Boobies?” 

“STEVE!” The couple dissolved into a communal fit of giggles as they lay there together, all stress and strain completely forgotten as calm domesticity filled their hearts and home. 

#stranger things x reader #stranger things 4 #stranger things smut #stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader fluff #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #steve x reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things fluff

[britany1997]

Hey it’s me!! 😁 just wanted to say keep up the amazing work and if you don’t mind, ima throw in a request! If you don’t feel like doing it, feel free to delete it! We do share a favorite, that’s for sure, paul! However do you write for Paul x reader x marko? If so here’s what I have (totally can just write for one too. Doesn’t have to be both! Like your rules said, have open artistic freeedom!) :) >

Paul x rocker fem! reader x marko? Maybe like a woman who loves rock but definitely dressed to impress? Like a blinged out jacket and leather skirt? Huge! Huge hair! (Kinda self projecting aha-) but would love to have like a blasting bike ride? Have blaring music riding down a Santa Carla high way on the back with one of their bikes just being terrors on the road? Being ahem ✨bike candy✨ or ✨backseat princess✨

And a spicy idea— maybe RIDING *wink wink* one of them while they ride their bike? Or sit on the bike. However? Just sounds like some shit they’d do. But really it’s open to you. I’m just projecting some ideas I’ve had for a while!

Love the visual of them all standing at a gas station like ✨⛽️🧍🏍️✨⛽️🧍🏍️✨⛽️🧍🏍️✨⛽️🧍 🏍️all filling up their bikes and just jingling subtly with all the jewelry and chains.

So sorry this got long. LOL! But again keep up the great work and I’ll always support you boo! 💗💗

Passenger Princess

Hey bestie🫶 thanks so much for the encouragement, you’re so sweet🥹 this was so fun to write! Hope you love it💕

Paul x Fem reader x Marko

Reblog or comment to support my writing:)

Warnings: Smut minors DNI, fingering, nipple play, riding (fucking on the bike while it’s on) biting, cum eating, p n v sex, think that’s it

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You squealed, bouncing on the back of Marko’s bike as he sailed over yet another bump in the road. You brought your hands closer together, tightening your grip around his waist. Vampires weren’t exactly the most cautious drivers, and you weren’t wearing a helmet.

Your boys had tried, but you’d refused. You spent way too much on hairspray to have your masterpiece ruined by helmet hair.

Marko had rolled his eyes at your protesting, but Paul had understood.

“It’s hard work keeping up with a mane like this,” he’d pleaded your case while fixing his own glorious hairstyle into place.

You almost regretted it when Marko hit a huge pothole, but nothing beat the feeling of the salty sea wind blowing through your locks while you zoomed through Santa Carla at night.

Marko turned towards you a bit when he felt your grip tighten around him. “Gonna stop to fuel up soon bella ragazza,” he promised.

You nodded back and leaned your head against his back as he sped.

The hum of the motor died down as Marko pulled to a stop at a pump. It wasn’t long before Paul rode up to the other side.

“Hey slowpoke, was wondering if you’d make it here before morning,” Marko teased.

“Ha ha.” Paul replied, “had to drive behind ya so I’d catch her if she flew off the bike Evel Knievel.”

He dismounted and strode over to your side as Marko began to fill up his tank. You moved to slide off but Paul picked you up before you could.

“Hey!” you exclaimed as he spun around with you in his arms.

“Princess like you shouldn’t have her feet touchin’ the ground baby, we’re gonna carry you everywhere,” he promised as he rubbed his nose against yours.

You blushed at Paul’s sweet talk, “yeah you’re a real prince Paulie, you gonna put me down now?”

Marko shoved the fuel dispenser back into place before stealing you from Paul. “Serious baby,” he smiled as he held you, “let us take care of our pretty little rockstar yeah?”

Your face flushed a deeper red while Paul pouted at his suddenly empty arms. “Not cool bud,” he mumbled.

“Go fill up your bike Paulie,” Marko teased as he placed you back on his motorcycle.

His hands fell to your knees as he pulled them apart and moved to stand between your legs. You let out a tiny gasp at his sudden closeness.

Marko leaned in, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he began to toy with the hem of your jet black skirt. He licked your ear, forcing a whimper from your full lips.

“Love you in a skirt dolcezza,” he placed his hands on your thighs, pushing up the skirt so it bunched around your hips.

“Marko,” you warned, “people will see…”

Marko quirked a brow as he took one of his hands from your hips and reached under your skirt. A gasp fell from your lips.

“See what baby?” he asked as you fought to keep a moan from spilling out, “see me standin’ in front of you? Can’t see anything else from this angle,” he pulled your soaked panties to the side and pushed a finger into you. You took in a sharp breath.

Paul waved frantically, causing your head to turn as Marko crooked his finger inside you. “I dunno guys, I’m seeing a lot more than standing from over here,” he mocked.

“Jealous,” Marko sing-songed.

Paul crossed his arms, his lip jutting out as he leaned back against the pump.

You reached out for him, your other hand wrapped around Marko’s shoulder. “Need you too Paulie,” you breathed between whimpers and moans as Marko pushed another finger into you, swiping his thumb across your swollen clit.

If Paul had a tail it’d be wagging. His smile stretched from ear to ear. He came up behind you, pulling off your deep purple leather jacket and sliding his hands under your top. “Thought you’d never ask honey,” he whispered in your ear.

“Hey Paulie,” Marko smirked as he continued to toy with you.

“Hey Marko,” Paul replied as he leaned forward.

Marko’s lips met his, both boys pressing their bodies against yours as they shared a sensual kiss.

The sight, combined with Marko stroking your clit, and Paul circling your nipples threw you over the edge. Your head fell back onto Paul’s shoulder as you coated Marko’s hands with your release.

Marko smiled into Paul’s lips as he felt your legs shake. He pulled away from Paul before withdrawing his fingers from you with a pop. You whimpered.

He sucked his middle finger clean, “mmm so sweet baby,” he said, kissing your forehead, “wanna taste Paulie?” he held out his hand to Paul.

“You know I do,” Paul replied as he leaned forward and sucked the rest of you off of Marko’s pointer finger.

“Taste so good honey,” Paul whispered in your ear, “that’s why I call ya sugar,” he winked.

Your head turned towards him with a lazy smile, “you’re pretty sweet yourself Paulie,” you pecked his lips, “you too,” you pecked Marko’s.

“But I’m gonna spend the rest of our joyride with sticky thighs, so not fair,” you pouted.

Marko’s angelic face turned devilish as a smirk spread across his lips, “can’t have that now can we bella?”

He kneeled in front of you as Paul held your waist from behind. Your hands found their place in Marko’s curly hair, pulling lightly as he licked your thighs clean.

When he finished he smoothed your skirt back into place and put his head on your lap, “can’t get enough of you pretty girl.”

You couldn’t stop the blush that rose to your cheeks, they knew exactly what to say to make your heart race.

Paul cleared his throat from behind, “speaking of not gettin’ enough, I think maybe I deserve to have ya on my bike the rest of the night.”

You giggled, “ok Paulie, whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want? How bout I take you for a ride then?”

You shot him a confused look, “Isn’t that what you just said?”

He smirked, “no babe, I’m takin you on my bike, but I’d also like to take you on my bike, ya know?”

Your lips parted in shock.

“Betcha wish you had that helmet now, huh babe?” Marko teased.

You hesitated, but the proposition made your thighs clench. “What if we crash?”

Paul’s face turned serious, “sugar I wanna make you feel good, I would never let anything happen to you,” he promised, “if you’re not comfortable, say the word and I’ll just drive you around, it’s whatever you want baby.”

You bit your lip, “no…I want to,” you told him, your voice heavy with desire, “I trust you.”

He smiled and kissed you softly, “I’ll take real good care of you babe I promise.”

He slithered around to your front, wrapping his hands around your thighs and squeezing lightly. He moved down and slid his hands up your skirt, rolling down your panties and stuffing them in Marko’s back pocket.

“Paul,” you breathed in shock.

“Just woulda gotten in the way sugar,” Paul winked as he squeezed Marko’s ass.

You smiled as your wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He slipped his hands under your thighs and carried you to his bike, placing you down towards the front of the seat.

You turned slightly to reach out and unbuckle paul’s belt, much to his surprise. You winked, “it’d just get in the way.”

He smiled and kissed you as he took over for you, turning you back to face the handlebars before freeing himself from his jeans and mounting the bike behind you. He flicked the kickstand up, but before he could start the engine, you gasped.

His brow furrowed and he leaned around to your side, “what’s wrong baby?”

“My jacket…” you pouted.

“Got it!” Marko called from his bike, holding it up for you to see, “don’t worry dolcezza, I know a thing or two about keeping a jacket safe,” he teased.

You smiled, “let’s ride.”

Paul smirked, “don’t gotta tell me twice.”

He reved the engine, sending pleasurable vibrations throughout your body. You squeaked.

Paul laughed softly, “don’t get too excited, not even inside you yet honey.”

You couldn’t see him behind you, but you knew he was smirking. You rolled your eyes.

You gripped the handlebars, your hands sandwiched in between Paul’s so he could steer. He kissed your cheek before taking off down the road, Marko not far behind.

Paul pressed into you slowly as he maneuvered the bike.

You moaned as you felt the familiar stretch of him. You pushed back onto his throbbing cock.

He was half way in when he popped a wheelie, knocking a gasp from your lips and causing you to slide down on his dick until he was balls deep inside you.

“Paul!” you screamed, half in shock and half in pleasure.

He kissed your cheek in apology, “sorry sugar, couldn’t wait, you feel too good,” he moaned, “god you’re so warm, and wet, and tight. Fuck. Love this pretty little pussy more than anything. Love you more than anything.” His praise sent shivers through you.

He bit down on your shoulder as he began to move in and out of you slowly, rocking his hips in a steady rhythm, careful not to give you too much all at once.

Moans, gasps, and whimpers fell from your lips as Paul fucked you gently.

After awhile, he pulled a hand from the steering wheel and pushed you towards the fuel tank, pressing you clit up against it. He twisted the throttle, causing the bike to speed up and the tank to vibrate harder.

“Fuck Paul,” you moaned loudly as you felt the vibrations rip through you.

“Mmm feel good baby?” he whispered as he rolled his hips into you roughly, stroking the spongey spot deep inside you. You both moaned in unison as his movements caused you to clench down around him.

“Close sugar?” he asked, his voice strained and thick with arousal.

“Yeah,” you breathed in reply, “you?”

“Mhmm,” he hummed, “cum with my baby, coat my dick for me,” he said as he roughly hit your g spot once more.

That sent you tumbling over the edge and you fell apart on his cock. He moaned your name as he came inside you, filling you up.

As he came down from his high, Paul pulled over to let you catch your breath. As soon as his kickstand went down, you collapsed forward on the motorcycle, exhausted. Your cum and his leaking out of you onto the seat.

He chuckled and gathered you up in his arms, holding you close to his chest. “You with me baby?” he asked as he pushed sweaty strands of hair from your face.

“Yeah,” you sighed wistfully, “let’s do that again sometime.”

Paul laughed, “whenever you want babe, just say the word.”

Marko pulled to a stop next to the two of you. “How’s she doin?” he asked.

“She’s great,” you replied, “maybe ready to head home.”

Marko’s lips pulled up into a smile, “sounds good, but first…”

He stole you from Paul and set you down on his bike seat, legs facing him.

“First what?” you asked confused.

“Gotta take care of those sticky thighs again bella,” Marko winked as he kneeled down in front of you.

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Italian words:

Bella Ragazza- beautiful girl

Bella- beautiful

Dolcezza- sweetness

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[m1ssunderstanding]

Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day Six

Paul and Linda: walk in. Me: Panics in bisexual

He’s so weird. He’s been carrying her purse, gives it back, then tries to change his mind again and the look she gives him. ‘You’re very cute, but I can carry my shit.’ 

But the “Linda’s a cameraman.” Rare Paul feminism moment. Slow clap.

And then instantly, “I’d better go and put in some piano practice.” You fucking addict. Linda, what are you getting yourself into, girly?

“Actually, we’re going on a farm in Scotland.” “I’d love to find a . . . a farm.” I wonder at what point he showed it to her. So far, they’ve done the dirty weekend in LA, Christmas in Liverpool and Portugal, a stay in New York, and now London. Have they done the Mull of Kintyre at this point? Oh, boy. Today might be the Paul and Linda show for me, folks :/

Why does she look like a loving mom watching her daughter’s dance audition? 

Paul taking Mal’s advice on “Standing” VS “Waiting” 

“I feel the most relaxed around Ring.” Linda/Paul/Ringo threesome fic when?

Ringo again with the EXCELLENT taste in jackets. That blue is So pretty. With the black velvet collar. Immaculate. 

“There’s enough obstacles without putting them in the song” is the most Paul quote ever. It’s like his artistic mission statement. The surface read of Paul’s songs is that they’re just these weightless, meaningless, pretty nothings. But the real read (part of) is that they’re meant as comforters, bolsterers, flashlights, and silver linings. 

He does love a good pair of hands, doesn’t he?

He really is showing off for her, though, here. When Linda hasn’t been here, has Paul ever just sat down at the piano and run through all his new songs? Not even close. And it’s so immature and so lovely.

“It was like a comedy, when I heard it.” Proceeds to sing some of the most heavy, blue lyrics. The above comment on Paul’s music notwithstanding, I must admit there are also extreme levels of emotional repression going on. 

“Castle of the King of the Birds”!!!!!!! First of all, who is the "king of the birds" if not Paul McCartney? It’s so extremely beautiful. Achingly so. When I fist heard it, I was like “where have I heard that before?” and when Peter Jackson pointed out that it’s the Top Gun theme? How many songs out there are actually Paul McCartney’s illegitimate children? Like, be Lennon/McCartney with me, for a minute here, and translate this sexual metaphor into musical terms. Paul just jerks it a bit, and before he can even finish, about ten people are pregnant from a drop of his precum and ten magical star children are born who he has no idea of. Does that make any kind of sense at all to anyone?

Honestly love the political version of get back. And clearly so does Yoko. That’s the most I’ve seen her get into a song they’ve written, like, ever. Hey, guys. I have an idea. Maybe you should ask the actual immigrant for ideas on your pro-immigration song. Just a thought. 

 When you’re trying to flirt with your new GF but your ex keeps making you giggle

A vignette of Lennon/McCartney’s writing process. Paul: trying to make up some lyrics. John: makes a joke lyric. Paul: puts it in and it works better than what he had. John: 

John: I’ll be taking me shirt off. Paul: definitely not picturing it at all

Okay but my hot take is that the first two verses at least of “Came in through the bathroom window” are a diss track at Jane. Seriously though, it’s got to be one of my many underrated favs to come out of these sessions. Also, they’re so in love doing this one, my heart can’t take it. 

“This isn’t daddy’s tea, is it?” And Yoko just, without skipping a beat, says, “No.” Girl, I know he’s the one calling you mommy in bed, don’t lie. 

It’s the mutual caring of it all, you know? How he’s sitting in her lap while playing with her hair. How he makes her laugh and she buries her face in his tummy. Gosh, she’s gonna love that tummy for almost thirty years. And while the breakup is heartbreaking, isn’t that lovely to think about? 

George, you should’ve made a Bob Dylan cover album. He sounds sooo pretty. 

Ah, yes. The “Just Let it Be, love. He’s not going to leave you.” Dream Song. Which John does not look enthusiastic about. And then it becomes “Well, you said he wouldn’t leave me, mama. But, you know, he went and did it.”

Peter Jackson, WHERE is that Linda/Yoko dish session audio, you absolute monster! Those are Not small-talk faces. Would I rather listen to what they’ve got to say than hear one of the twentieth century’s greatest masterpieces come to be? Yes. Yes, I would.

#whew #Barely made that one in time to technically be on the same date #Taking the LSAT tomorrow afternoon send good vibes #paul mccartney #the beatles #john lennon #mclennon #ringo starr #george harrison #get back #also why do I always call Linda and Yoko girly? I literally never say that irl

[lenavonschweetz]

Grace For Sale

Sam Winchester x Reader

Synopsis: Your town could definitely handle themselves, but a little help isn’t something you’d willingly turn down.  When the Winchesters show up - do things get better, or worse?

Warnings: language, anti-religious sentiments, slight religious inner conflict, angst? If you squint?, smut, Under 18 keep faaaar away.

A/N: Takes place during s5:e17 - 99 Problems.  So funny story, I actually AM a preacher’s kid so this episode kinda made me laugh then gave me the idea for this.  Title comes from The Devil’s Carnival.  Also, this has been sitting in my drafts for literal years, guess it’s about time I post it. As always, I don’t have a beta so please excuse any typos. I’ll fix any that are pointed out to me.

Enjoy!

Sam and Dean aren’t exactly sure what to make of your little town.

The welcome wagon was a little more off the wall than they were used to - what with a firetruck full of holy water, a portable exorcism, and a group of civilians that actually knew about the things that go bump in the night.  Still, it wasn’t…the strangest introduction they’d encountered.

“So, are we gonna talk about that?”  Sam asks as Dean steers impala into town - right on the tail of the Sacrament Lutheran Militia’s truck.  What kind of a name was that anyway?

A church looms overhead, answering Sam’s unspoken question, and he wishes he hadn’t even asked.

It’s definitely the apocalypse, what with the devil’s trap brandishing the walkway up to the church door.

Sam’s eyes are heavy - spending the wee hours of the night fighting hellspawn will do that to you.  Especially when you’re bleeding out.  At least the militia had some quick fix first aid handy.

The first thing the brothers notice upon entering the sacred building is the couples standing at the alter, all facing the priest who prattles on about finding something special amidst the impending doom.  The second thing they notice is all of the townsfolk holding shotguns.

Sam scoffs.

“A wedding?  Seriously?”  How in God’s name - no, y’know what, scratch that - how in the Hell were they hosting a wedding at a time like this?

“Yup.  We’ve had 8 so far this week.”  The man to his right, Paul, says and it’s obvious Sam isn’t the only one who’s less than impressed.  At least they’re in good company.

It’s definitely the first time the brothers can be completely transparent in their introductions.  Sure, sometimes they’re found out, or sometimes they’re among other hunters.  But to tell an entire town - and a priest, no less - that they are demon hunters?  Yeah, that may take a little getting used to.

So is the priest toting a gun and the children packing salt rounds in the basement of the church.  Dean makes a quip about running scared or sticking around and making a home out of the place and Sam thinks he’d be leaning toward the later if the end of the world wasn’t resting on their shoulders.

But none of that explained how a whole town had taken up hunting.

Well, until the mystery prophet is introduced in the form of the “Packing Preacher’s” daughter - Leah.

Well…he’d been through stranger.

Dean makes a pass at her - right in front of her father.  The father.  Sam just rolls his eyes, gaze landing on the corner where another figure lurks.

Oh.

This one…he thinks…this one is much more his speed.

“Ah, my other daughter.”  Pastor Gideon says, holding a hand out to beckon you forward.  Sam watches as you push off the wall and approach the group.  There’s little family resemblance, he notes, but definitely isn’t complaining.  While your sister is clad in muted colors, baggy sweater, and tennis shoes - you opt for something a little form-fitting under your dark leather jacket with the combat boots to match.  You scream ‘hunter’, ‘capable’, and ‘danger’ more than anyone else in this town and he has trouble tearing his eyes off of you.  Now, you’re not complaining.  In fact, your eyes linger on Sam just as much as he does on you.  And when he realizes this, the mountain of a man becomes a flustered mess.   It brings a smirk to your face and a blush to his.  “Y/N, this is Dean and Sam Winchester.”

“So I’ve heard.”  You chuckle, arms crossing in front of the very cleavage Sam’s staring at beneath your open flannel.  You cock a brow, baiting him, though he seems too nervous with your father present to answer the challenge.  “Shame Leah never mentioned you.  Though,”  you cast an appreciative glance over their strong frames and Sam very nearly shivers.  Beside him, Dean practically preens.  “I can see why.  If I knew fine specimens such as yourself were going to be crashing in our little town, I’d keep it to myself too.”

The Father is none too amused when you wink at your sister and the two of you share a giggle.  Again, Sam notes the distinct lack of resemblance but brushes it off.

“Y/N,”  Your father says in warning, which you completely ignore and grant the taller Winchester another ravenous once over before turning on your heel.  If anyone asked, you would deny that you were overemphasizing the swing of your hips.

“If you need me,”  you tell him without so much as a glance, calling over your shoulder as you saunter up the basement stairs.  “I’ll be at Paul’s!”

—————

The next time you see the brothers, it’s at the house Leah’s vision lead you to.  Well, actually, that’s a lie.  You saw them the night before at Paul’s bar, but they seemed to be wrapped up in a very important conversation - if the concentration on their brows had anything to say about it. 

Still, that hadn’t stopped you from ordering the brothers a couple of beers.  To his credit, Paul doesn’t judge you - which is a lot more than you can say for your family as of late - and even brought the boys their drinks so that you could do the ever so clique cheers across the bar.

Sam merely nodded in his head in thanks, raised his own beer with a silent ‘cheers’, then went back over to his brother.

So you couldn’t get a better read on them that night.  That’s ok.  It gave you the perfect opportunity to ogle to your heart’s content.

They were some fine specimens, that’s for sure.  The perfect hunters.  Sharp eyes, strong statures.  Hell, Sam looked like he could take out multiple demons all on his own - I mean, come on.  Those arms!

God, you had gotten such a perfect look at them while they brooded and planned what with the way Sam’s sleeves had been rolled and pushed up to his elbows.  Had you ever found forearms as attractive as you did at that moment?  Probably not.

And that jawline?  Christ, you could cut glass on that thing.

The sideburns may have been a little much, but hell, if that was all you could pin as off, you’d take it! 

Your ogling session had been cut short by the bell tolling - another of your sister’s visions - and after arguing with your father in front of the whole church that ‘yes, I am going with them’ - your hunting group was on the doorstep of the abandoned home.  Most of the townspeople are toting guns full of salt or sprayers of holy water, all armed with the ridiculous incantation your sister had told you to use to exorcise them.

But not Sam.  No, Sam was only wielding a knife, and God did he make it look easy.  If you weren’t too busy kicking ass and getting your ass kicked, you’d be drooling over that too.

Only when the dust settles do you take the opportunity to approach the brothers.

“You really are the hunters my sister made you out to be.”  Sam’s perfect eyebrow arches at that, gaze flickering to the way your chest rises and falls with your heavy panting.

“You didn’t think we would be?”  You mirror his smirk and shrug, ignoring the way Dean is eyeing the two of you like he knows exactly what’s going on in your head.  Honestly, he probably did.  Dude seemed about as horny as you did.

 “So,” Sam pants, following the group out of the house.  You miss the way he’s eyeing your ass as you’re just steps ahead of him.  “That’s what it’s like.”  There’s no shortage of sexual innuendo in his voice and you decide to poke the bear a little more.  Whether your father was in earshot or not.

“What what’s like?”  You’re turned to him now, handing in your pockets and treading carefully backward.  He meets your hungry look with one of his own and shivers absolutely rattle your body.  Again he smirks, making sure the coast is clear of your father before saddling up right next to you.

“Having back up.”  He all but whispers in your ear, large hand grazing just inches above your bottom and god, how did he make such an innocent statement sound so filthy.  There’s no way he misses the way you tremble and sigh, not with the way he smirks at you while walking away.

You’re not sure what’s going to kill you first.  The Demons or your insatiable need for Sam fucking Winchester.

—————

Neither.

Neither of those things is gonna kill you first.

Because it’ll be your father that kills you.

Because you’re going to fucking murder your sister.

After the Winchesters brought back a murdered Dylan…well, things were tense. People started to resent them and the warm welcome they had initially received turned cold. Only you and Paul would speak to them without adding to the guilt you knew they already felt.

You knew it wasn’t their fault.  Hell, half of you had been through it before - coming off a hunt all together too cocky and not aware of the demon that still lurked around until it was too late.  Dylan was a good hunter.  Dean and Sam were good hunters.  It had happened to the best of you.  And so you do what you always did - you held a funeral and vowed to be more vigilant next time.

But that wasn’t enough for the townspeople.

Or for your sister.

No, she had to go and suck the fun out of everything.

No drinking, no gambling, no pre-marital sex.

All per the angels’ command, of course.

“What a crock of shit.”  The empty glass thunks against the wood of the bar - as hollow as you feel right about now.  Paul only echoes your sentiments and pours you another glass.  The only thing that pulls you from your ire is the bell signifying a newcomer.  For the first time since Leah’s proclamation, your scowl softens as the person you wanted to see most walks right through that door.

“So, what happened to, uh,” he makes a grand gesture to the empty bar - earning a snort from the two of you,  “’the apocalypse is good for business’?”

“Yeah, right up until Leah’s angel pals banned the good stuff.”  Paul says, earning a groan from you as you pinch the bridge of your nose at your damn sister’s name.  “Y/N’s here helping me kill some inventory.”  Sam chuckles at the glass you raise, tipping it toward him and saying ‘I’m only doing the good work.’  “Want to help?”

With a drink in hand, Paul pours a shot for each of you.  He doesn’t hold back on his opinion of the ‘holy rollers’ nor their hypocrisy, to which Sam calls him out for his noticeable lack of faith.  Paul shrugs it off, defending his honorable lack of prayer.

“Look, there’s sure as hell demons.  and maybe there is a god, I don’t know.  Fine.  But I’m not a hypocrite.  I never prayed before and I ain’t starting now.  If I go to Hell, I’m going honest.  Besides,”  Paul nods to you just as you put your shot glass - empty again - back on the bar.  “I figure if this one can get away with it, so can I.”  Sam’s eyebrows raise at that, eyes finding you.

“You either?”

“I grew up in the church,” you explain.  “I’ve seen how the…holiest of us all can be far worse than the ‘hooligans’ of the world.”  You wink at Paul, air quotes bouncing as you mimic your father’s ‘preacher’ voice.  The two of you share a laugh and you miss how Sam’s fingers tighten around his glass along with his jaw at the intimacy you two seem to share.  “Yeah, I believe in some kind of higher power.”  You continue, focus shifting to the Adonis beside you.  He doesn’t miss the bitter tone your voice takes on. “But I don’t believe in the church.  The organized religion crap.  Never been too big on it.  But then, neither had Leah.  And now, out of nowhere, she’s some chosen prophet?”  You scoff.  “I dunno.  I just can’t trust it.  And like Paul said, I’m no hypocrite.  I know I’m messed up.  Won’t pretend otherwise.”

This time when you regard Paul, patting his hand as one would a brother, Sam’s shoulders relax.

“Yeah, I, uh…I know what you mean.”  A moment of heavy, thick silence passes between the two of you before you’re pressing him for his thoughts with nothing more than a look.  “I believe.”  But he doesn’t sound so sure.  More convincing himself than he is you, maybe, so you stay quiet and let him work through his thoughts.  “Yeah, I do.”  He says, more assured this time.  “I’m just pretty sure God stopped caring a long time ago.”

“Yeah, I can see that.”  A big sigh breaks from your chest, one of those sighs that comes when you feel like you’ve forgotten how to breathe, and suddenly this conversation is too heavy for how drunk you are not and for how drunk you want to be.

After a few moments, a morbid, hindsight joke blooms in your head and you can’t help but laugh, noting the questioning look on your drinking buddies’ faces.

“Guess those newlyweds knew something we didn’t.”  You chuckle, taking a pull of your drink.  “Tied the knot before Leah could restrict ‘em.  Betcha they’re bangin’ like rabbits right about now.”  The liquor burns, smothering your humorless chuckle as you knock it back.  “Lucky bastards.”  

Behind the bar Paul chuckles, noting the tension in the air, the sudden shift of mood, and takes his exit - mumbling something about grabbing more from the back. Neither you or Sam really hear him, though - too wrapped up in the other’s stare you share at what you’re implying.  

Helluva wingman, that Paul.

Once the two of you are alone, Sam swivels in his chair until his long legs drape open and you have to force yourself not to look down.  A bushy, perfectly masculine brow arches.  Then he speaks - voice low and sweet and pure sin.

“Really?  You, uh, don’t seem to have much issue with breaking the no-drinking rule.”  And it isn’t a question.  He flicks the back of his fingers against your glass, warm eyes staring right at you as the faint tinkling tickles your ears.  Your heart shutters in time with the tinkling of skin on glass and you don’t realize you’re chewing on your bottom lip until his eyes flicker to it.  “You gonna draw the line at pre-marital sex?”

“Now, Sam Winchester...who said I would do that?”  The look you fix him with has him adjusting his suddenly too-tight pants.

“Not afraid of being damned?  Of not being one of the ‘chosen’?”

“I’m no ‘chosen’.”  You scoff, bouncing air quotes once more.  “That’s my sister.  Me?  I’m just the poor little preacher’s kid who lost her faith a long time ago.”   It isn’t seductive talk - in fact, it’s dark as hell.  But he asked, and like you’d said before - you were no liar, and you were no hypocrite.  You turn to your companion, renewed .  “But you know…there is a curfew.”

The tonal shift isn’t subtle, but that doesn’t keep the space between you from growing ever smaller, Sam’s large hand sliding up your thigh and again you must fight off the urge to shiver.  Especially when he lowers his voice once more, those big hazel eyes glancing at you from under his full, coal black lashes.

“Is that so?”  A squeeze to your thigh, and you jolt just the tiniest bit, to Sam’s great amusement.

“My place is right around the corner.”  You explain with a shrug, that damn lip caught between your teeth again. And suddenly in the dark, empty bar, you don’t care if you are damning yourself to hell.  As long as it’s at the hands of Sam Winchester, you’ll go willingly.

—————

The wall of your entryway meets your back sharply, a hiss of pain escaping you momentarily before it’s silenced by Sam’s eager lips.

Hurried hands rid you of your clothes, his own falling like breadcrumbs alongside yours until the two of you are falling on to the bed.  Fingers skilled at far more than knife-wielding ghost up your thighs, featherlight touches leaving a fire under your skin.  He’s slow in his undoing of you.  Reverent even.  Watches the way you keen beneath him, begging for his fingers.  Holds your eyes as he drags those fingers through his lips before trailing the wet tips down your front. When he finally gives them to you, one long digit sliding right up to the knuckle, your teeth break the skin of your lip just enough to hurt and you’re gasping - begging for more - which he gives to you, gladly. Working you until you’re ready for him and at the precipice of falling over the edge.

He had looked good in his clothes, sure, but god damn he’s ten times more beautiful out of them.  Infinite smooth, golden skin lays beneath your greedy fingers, a dusting of fine hair contouring the plane of his chest and down below his waistband.  Your mouth waters and you tug impatiently at his jeans.

“Someone’s eager.”  He chuckles, low and husky, standing to drop both pants and boxers.  Oh.  Good God.

“Oh, you have no idea.”  You only break your eyes away to grab a condom before you shove him on his back and straddle those strong thighs.  "I've been wanting to get your clothes off since the second I laid eyes on you."

"Trust me," he breathes - no, borderline growls - and you shutter, walls fluttering at how fucking empty you are and just how fucking bad you need him inside of you right now.  "The feeling's mutual."

He’s big all over, just like you expected, and even rolling the latex over his thick shaft has you shivering in anticipation.  The action doesn’t go unnoticed by the gigantic man beneath you and before you can react, he’s rolling his hips with a moan that takes your breath away.  It takes immense focus to speak through your gasp.

“Don’t finish this before it’s even started, Winchester.”  He laughs at your warning, fingers digging into your thighs and ass.  Oh, this man is going to wreck you, you just know it.

“You have so little faith in me?”  A quip lies on your tongue, something about having no faith at all, but that melts into a strangled moan the second his fat head presses past your opening.  “Oh, Christ.”  He hisses, teeth clenched and head thrown back in unadulterated pleasure at the feel of you, your hips rolling slowly as you try your best to take the overwhelming size of him.  Your fingers digging into supple pecs does nothing to ebb the overwhelming feeling of Sam spearing you open.

“Leave him outta this.”  You quip, sinking down the rest of the way - finally.  You both shiver at the feeling of him fully seated in you before you start rocking against him.

Not much else is said - not much else needed to be said - as the two of you chase relief and distraction in each other.

The stretch burns in the best way and you realize you're going to be feeling this for days.  Every step, every shift is going to take you right back here - your hands splayed out on sculpted pecs, Sam's angelic and angular face contorted in ecstasy as he does his best to keep his eyes open and watch you ride him for everything he's worth.  Those big hazel eyes blink up at you, fluttering and rolling at a particularly deep stroke before they're suddenly open - fiery and determined.  There's no time to even tease or question before he's pistoning up into you, his marble body rubbing yours in such a way that has you gasping for air, his massive hands splayed over your ass to keep you exactly where he wants you. Sloppy thrusts turn to rocking hips and the new angle has your toes curling.

His cock grazes just the right spot with every rock of his hips, both of you whispering moans and groans of the other’s name.  You do your best to keep up, rolling your tired hips when you can, nails biting into his skin when you have to focus solely on not imploding right where you are.

Your orgasm crests, and you beg him to go faster - to take control - and he does, practically throwing you onto your back to angle you the exact way he wants to.  The height difference is dizzying - even with you on your back and him on his haunches - all you can see while he hammers into you is the brand on his chest.  You itch to bite into the ink, to make him mewl against your skin once more but all rational thought flies out the window when his thumb reaches between your splayed legs, presses in tight, dizzying circles, and sends you spiraling into oblivion as aftershock after aftershock rocks your nerves.

In the aftermath of it all - after you’ve seen white from the intense pleasure he milked out of you - you lie in a daze.  Memorizing the way his hands feel as he wipes some of his spend off your chest.  Jesus, the sounds that man had made when he came...you have half a mind to tie him down and never let him leave - your sister's 'orders' be damned.

“It’s past curfew, y'know?”  You remind him, fingers tracing the divots and curves of his abdomen.  God, he’s perfect.  You could spend hours memorizing every inch of skin.   Pity said skin disappears behind thick flannel once more.  You bite back a disappointed groan, casting your eyes over his massive stature.  You don't think you'll ever get over just how small he makes you feel - in the best possible way, of course.  Especially when he flashes that perfect fucking smile at you, dimples and all.

“Yeah?  What about it?”  He urges, a shit-eating grin playing at his lips as he dares you to ask him to stay.  You sit up on your knees then, leveling yourself with his chest and drag your fingers down once more.  "Something you want to say, Y/N?"  If possible, his grin grows wider when you crook an eyebrow at him, beckoning him to your level with a come hither finger to match.

“If you’re waiting for me to ask you to stay, Sam Winchester,"  you whisper, lips ghosting over his own and you take great pride in the way his sinfully long lashes flutter against the tops of his sharp cheeks.   "You can keep waiting.”  The low groan that escapes his throat when you cup him once more makes you ache in the absolute best way.  You're seconds away from throwing your pride to the wind and pulling him back into bed with you.  But this is the end of the world after all.  No doubt he has other pressing matters to attend to.

“Yeah, well, as much as I would love to…I should get back before Dean gets worried.”  Disappointment laces his words, but you’re both too grown-up for any fairytale crap.  Your life felt like more a horror lately than a fantasy, anyway.  So, with incredibly gentle fingers, he pulls your hand toward his lips, grazing them over your knuckles as his eyes bore into yours.  Hmm, he plays dirty.

“Yeah…my dad’s probably expecting me at the church.”  You offer lamely, though there's probably some truth to it.  Not one night goes by without a demon attack or a vision from the chosen sister.  You're surprised you haven't been interrupted by a frantic call from your father already, as a matter a fact.  He smiles at you again, your heart running rampant as he's tossing the towel down to wrap his arms around your waist once more.  The look in his eyes and the hardness pressing into your belly are tempting enough, but you manage to grit out a warning "Sam..."

“And here you are, sinning with the outsider.”  He rumbles, smirking as his eyes drink in your face for - most likely - the last time.  You return his smile, reeling him in for one last kiss...or twelve.

“Yeah, well, if I’m going to hell anyway, may as well make the road there fun.”

If only you knew the literal hell that awaited you in the next few hours…

FIN

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[simplyrochellemari]

Don’t Leave ~Dean Winchester~

Request: 

Hey! Can you do a oneshot where you dated Dean like 10 years ago but had to break it off due to family issues on his end, you bump into him in a bar 10 years later and find out he has a girlfriend, but old feelings arise between you both and there's a lot of flirting and reminiscing until you give in and there's a whole lot of dirty rough sex (none of them regret it). Thanks!

Warnings: Rough sex

Pairings: Platonic!reader x Sam, ex!reader x Dean

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The tar road of the parking lot crunched underneath your boots as you climbed out of the passenger seat of a truck. The rain trickling down ever so slightly onto your leather jacket. The crisp night burning at your lungs. 

Another date night, another bar, another one night stand that you probably won’t ever see again or remember for that matter. 

The bright eyed, pale face ran around to your side. You forced a smile as he grabbed your hand. He was good-looking, well-off, and evidently liked you, so you convinced yourself to give it a go.

In between hunting and constantly moving around the country there wasn’t much for you to look forward to at the end of every day. This although, was nice, enough, for now. 

“I do really enjoy this place, great food and great beer.” Paul, your date beamed. You smiled as his hand squeezed yours leading you towards the bar. You silently hoped you didn’t end up in the bedroom with him. 

“Well, we are in luck, I am both hungry and thirsty.” you joked and he chuckled. You both quickly approached the entrance to the bar, the music pouring out loudly with every whip open from the door. 

You followed Paul into the bar, the warmth rolling over your shoulders. Almost instantly bringing a calm and relaxing mood over your body. 

“I’ll get us a drink!” he called over the music and you nodded your eyes drifting towards the pool table. 

“Do you play pool?” you called back and his quickly whipped back, going back and forth between you and the green table. 

“Not really, don’t like it” he stated, looking uninterested at the suggestion. 

“I’ll show you!” You smiled back as he turned and walked towards the bar. You could’ve sworn he rolled his eyes. 

You shook your head slightly, trying not to self destruct the date before it had even started. You quickly made your way through a sea of bodies, placing a coin on the table to ensure you would get the next game. If Paul didn’t like pool this might help you get some sort of conversation going. 

The music was blaring, people were chatting and laughing. Some were dancing on a dance floor and you couldn’t wait to loosen up and get a drink down you as quickly as humanly possible. It had been a hard few days of hunting and doing it by yourself was taking a toll. 

You found a bar stool and table close to the pool area. You quickly slid off your leather jacket to reveal your lace bodysuit emphasising your toned arms and showing your midriff off, through the tight lace. You caught Paul’s eyes in the crowd coming over with two drinks in his hands. 

You waved him over as you silently took a seat. His eyes rolled over your toned shoulders and you almost suddenly felt too exposed. He quietly sat down and slid your pint over to you. 

“Thank you!” you smiled, “We are in next, for a game.”  

He nodded and turned towards the pool table. 

“Or I’ll just play the winner, whatever works.” you suggested, he nodded slightly. “That way we can do it together.” 

He nodded again and you inhaled deeply. An awkward tension fell over you suddenly as you took a long sip of the beer. 

“So, do you enjoy the corporate world?” you questioned as his eyes came back to yours. 

“Yes I do, lots of room to improve and move up in.” he answered poignantly, taking a long sip of his pint. You forced a smile, sipping on the beer, attempting to think of another talking point. The conversation online had been so incredibly dry but he was willing to meet in person and you were hoping for the best. 

Maybe he just couldn’t translate well via messages? But, as the date ticked on, you realised quickly it was the same in person. 

“I’ve always thought of pursuing it as a career.” you lied, hoping that you sounded enthusiastic enough but to your surprise, he let a laugh escape his mouth and your eyes slightly widened. 

“Sure!” he laughed again and your eyebrows furrowed. You were about to interject when someone’s voice halted you a stop. 

“Next game!”  

You slowly stood up, attempting to push your annoyance with Paul to the side for laughing at your attempt to make some sort of conversation with him. Fuck you, you silently thought. 

You shook your head and approached the table when your eyes landed on the one and only, 

Dean Winchester. 

You hadn’t realised all the emotion that was still attached to his face, but every single bit flooded into your head as if flood gates had broken. It made your arms numb. Your tummy released a flock of butterflies and your heart rate increased. 

He looked just as surprised as you were and within an instant, smiles broke across both of your faces. 

“Dean!” you exclaimed, throwing your arms around his neck, embracing him. He squeezed you tightly and spun you around laughing into your neck. 

“Y/N, it has been too long.” he called out laughing, sipping the last of his pint. You laughed with him, shaking your head in agreement. 

“It really has Dean.” you stated, almost teary eyed at the surprise of seeing him. Sam suddenly appeared behind him and you broke into yet another wide smile. 

“Sam!” you called as he embraced you for a hug. 

“Oh Y/N it is so good to see you.” he said as you had to swallow a few more tears threatening to roll down your cheeks. You suddenly felt warm, your heart felt at ease and you felt that you could finally unwind but before you could continue chatting with the boys, Paul suddenly appeared next to you, hand around your waist pulling you closer to him. 

“Y/N, who’s your friends?” he questioned as you frowned at the odd gesture. A minute ago mocking you, and now seemingly very insecure. 

“Paul, these are two old friends. We worked together about 10 years ago.” you smiled as they nodded, introducing themselves. 

Dean’s eyes lingering on you a little longer than necessary, especially on Paul’s uninvited hand on your waist. 

“Sam and Dean, nice to meet you.” Paul nodded, averting his attention to you. 

“Should we get onto pool then Y/N?” he questioned and you nodded. 

“It’s actually one of you competing against the winner of the previous game.” Sam stated smiling, 

“Which is Dean.” 

Your eyes widened as you smiled towards him. Paul stiffened next to you, almost tightening his grip on your waist. 

“You are so on, Winchester.” you chuckled. Paul’s eyebrows furrowed as you pulled yourself from his arm.  “Y/N” your name echoed, “We should probably head off to get a table, for dinner, or just head some other place.” 

You turned slightly as Paul shifted uncomfortably, you nodded slowly. 

“One game, and I am sure our table will be ready. I can show you how to play too.” your answered as he pulled you closer. 

“It seems to me you are a little too comfortable around your work mates.” he sneered into your ear. 

“Look, Paul. Go ahead, if you’d like to go that is fine, but I would like to stay.” you responded quietly,

“I get we are on a date but I think we both know we aren’t each others cup of tea and that it isn't going to go anywhere, you are welcome to join us but if you are not comfortable. I do understand.” 

His eyes were wide in astonishment as he slowly nodded. You did feel a pinch of heartache, the type you get when you know you are being slightly unreasonable but it was true, that this was never going to eventuate into anything. Without saying anything else he turned and left. 

You took a deep breath and slowly turned around, and cracked a smile when Sam threw his arm around your shoulder. 

“Where did you get that guy? Jesus.” he chuckled. Dean’s eyes were still glued to you as you smiled at him. 

“Well, I didn’t just end a date for you to keep staring at me like this. Are we going to play or not?” you slickly questioned as Dean smirked. 

“God, have we missed you.” 

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A couple of hours later and about 10 whiskey shots in, you were seated clutching at your belly with laughter. Sam’s head back and Dean’s laugh filling your head to the brim. 

“Man, do you remember that time when Y/N tased Ed from ghostfacers?” Sam laughed, mimicking the “GHOSTFACERS” in the deepest voice imaginable. You burst out laughing again, 

“I mean, c’mon do you blame me?” you called out as you caught Dean’s lingering eyes on you again. 

“Dean looked like he was going to murder either one of them at any given point in time.” You teased, shoving his arm ever so slightly. Noticing he had gone quiet. 

“Anyway, what have you been up to?” Sam questioned, “Linking up with other hunters?” 

“Here and there, but mostly on my own.” you retorted, 

“I mean tonight was the exception, just wanted to feel normal, but it rarely ever works out.” 

“Well I am happy that our paths crossed again, but I need another drink and so do you two.” Sam stated, getting up with a long screech of the chair. You smiled over at Dean and he caught your eyes. Too many whiskey shots impairing your thought process. 

“I don’t think I ever thanked you, for what you did for me.” you spoke suddenly and his head turned to you. 

“You helped me become such a strong hunter and helped me through so much of my own trauma and I am deeply sorry for never being able to do that for you.” 

“No, no, no, don’t.” he started leaning forward, 

“Do not apologise when we both know it was my fault you left.” he croaked, you swore you could almost see him tear up. 

“Dean, don’t start with this.” you spoke up, leaning over and placing a hand on his forearm. He almost twitched at your touch. 

“It was just the wrong time for us.” you softly reassured. He nodded. 

You both knew at the time you were perfect for one another, in each and every aspect of your life together it was a match made in heaven, but he was taking on too much in his life, too much responsibility for you to be a priority for him. 

A tear tore at your cheek, you chuckled. 

“But, it was not all for nothing. I’ve got two amazing people, who I still love and care for here now, catching up and thinking back to all the good times we've shared,” you sniffled, 

“And I wouldn’t give that up for the world.” 

He smiled, squeezing your hand tightly. Sam returned managing to carry three more whiskey shots to the table. You and Dean both groaned in protests and laughter escaped from Sam. 

“Just drink it.” he stated. You clinked your glasses together and threw the whiskey down your throat. It violently burning at your throat. You exhaled sharply, 

“So, what else has been happening in the life of the Winchesters?” you chuckled, leaning back on the chair. Sam and Dean both chuckled. Dean’s eyes shifting uncomfortably as Sam’s gaze landed on you. 

“Well other than Dean getting tied down by a girl, not much other than hunting.” Sam shrugged his shoulders and your eyes widened. 

A pang of sadness, guilt, and regret pooled over your chest. Your eyes stayed glued to your empty glass, slowly spinning it around in your hand. 

“Yep, always me, getting tied down there Sammy.” Dean’s voice came, annoyance laced in his tone. 

“Well, congratulations on having a little bit of normalcy in your lives then.” you laughed, breaking the odd tension. 

“I had to pretend that I would like to explore and climb the corporate ladder tonight.” you scoffed and Sam gave a low whistle as Dean leaned back in his chair. 

“Ah, the joys. Well, Molly doesn’t know about any of this.” Dean lowly stated, as you nodded. 

“Well, I don’t blame you. It’s a big responsibility to carry.” 

The conversation dwindled as you took a slow slip of the glass of water that remained untouched until now. 

“Well, I think that is my cue. One too many whiskey shots for me.” Sam stated, getting up. He placed a kiss to your temple and squeezed your shoulders slightly. 

“Goodnight sweetheart, come by tomorrow and we can see if we can crack this poltergeist case.” he stated, lazily and drunkenly wandering out of the bar. You nodded, calling a goodnight sentiment after him. Silence fell over the table. 

“I’m sorry about that. I should’ve told you sooner.” Dean angrily stated. 

“No, no, no. It is fine.” you reassured, 

“I guess after 10 years there are still some feelings there.” you drunkenly continued. His eyes slightly widened, and you almost stabbed yourself with the blunt butter knife on the table. 

“Like I mean not like that, but like feelings you know,” you murmured on, eventually placing your hands on your cheeks as Dean let out a low laugh. 

“I didn’t actually think “like that” but now I am.” he stated, locking eyes with you. Your eyes widened as he let out another low chuckle. 

“Dean Winchester.” you warned, reminding not only Dean but yourself of the seriousness of this situation. He nodded, putting his hands up in defence as you felt a familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach. 

“Well, we should probably follow Sammy’s example and head off to bed.” you announced, slipping on your jacket. You and Dean lazily walked out of the bar and stood outside, shaded from the rain. 

“Well, I am right across from here.” Dean lazily pointed. You nodded, 

“I am across town, so I will see you tomorrow.” 

Dean nodded, wrapping his arms around you. He squeezed you in a longing manner and all you could think about was how safe and secure his embrace felt. Nothing prepared you for what happened next. 

Dean swiftly pushed you up against the wall, planting a deep kiss on your mouth. Squeezing you tightly. He tasted of whiskey, and something that just made him, Dean. 

You were so shocked a sudden and deep moan escaped your mouth as your mouths melted together. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol or your own lust that kept you there longer but you quickly pushed him away as every inch of your body protested. 

“Dean, w-we sh-shouldn’t do this.” you struggled, as his orbs rolled over your facial features. 

“Y/N, all I can think about is, you.” Dean stated in frustration, 

“I have never felt the same about anyone after you.” 

Your eyes almost rolled back into your head when he kissed you again. This time you didn’t hesitate to kiss him back, pull him close and feel him against you. Your body had longed to be in his embrace, once again. 

“Come with me?” Dean questioned, out of breath from the kiss. You inhaled sharply, quickly shaking your head. 

“No, Dean, I mean...” you struggled, fidgeting with your hands, 

“We can’t do... and what about Molly...” 

You saw his face shift as he too came to the harsh reality of what you both were doing. He swallowed heavily, pulling away from you. The warmth of his body suddenly leaving you, it was suddenly too cold. 

He ran his hand over his face roughly and you almost burst out into tears, from pure frustration, hatred towards the situation you had gotten yourself into and seeing him so upset. 

“You know it’s never going to work with Molly.” Dean’s voice cut through the air, and your eyes glued to his every move. 

“I will call her now if I need to, but I don’t want to leave you,” Dean’s voice cracked, 

“ever, again.” 

His eyes were filled to the brim with tears threatening to run down his face. You closed the gap between you. His jaw tightened, 

“Everyday I wake up knowing that I lost you, I didn’t fight for you and that I didn’t do enough to keep you in my life.” 

Your eyes widened as he paced in front of you. The feelings of regret and sadness pooling over his face. 

“We don't have to do anything tonight.” he murmured, 

“I just don’t want to lose you again.” 

You smiled at him, closing the gap between you and slowly taking his hands in yours. 

“Dean, you never lost me.” 

“Come with me?” Dean questioned, again. 

“Yes, of course.” you responded as a smile cracked across his face. 

“Well, we will have to make a run for it.” he laughed, out. 

You ran laughing in the rain, across to the motel. Dean and Sam had booked seperate rooms, and at the back of your mind you were so extremely grateful.  

Dean quickly opened the door, and before you knew it, he had you up against the door. His kisses and embrace had more passion than before, more want and more need. He kissed and sucked harshly on your sweet spot- the one he’s clearly not forgotten. He teased moans out of you, that only he was ever able to do. 

“Oh god, how I've missed hearing that voice.” he lowly growled against your skin. You suddenly realised how wet you must be, warming more and more as he continued to kiss and bite at your neck. 

A bruise or two bound to be evident. 

“You still like it rough Y/N?” he questioned, pulling away slightly and you nodded. 

“I appreciate all the questions but can -” you managed as he grabbed a hold of your clothed sex, providing the right amount of pressure to make you bite back a scream. You grabbed onto his shoulders, pulling at the t-shirt. He chuckled lowly. 

“I have missed the sarcasm, and I’ve missed how you squirm and moan.” he teased as you shot him a warning glare. He pulled your jacket off, discarding it somewhere in the room, turned you and pulled down your jeans. 

Your head pressed against the door, panting in frustration and need for him. 

“Did you think I was going to give it to you that easily?” Dean chuckled in your ear, making you groan in want. You slowly turned, stripping off whatever clothes you still had on. His mouth glued to your skin. 

“Well, it is your turn.” you teased, “To get undressed.” 

You walked towards the bed and seductively waited for Dean to get close enough behind you, before bending forwards slowly. Feeling him harden through his boxers. He groaned as he gripped your hips tightly. 

“God, I have missed every bit of you.” he panted, pulling his boxers down. You squirmed, arching your hips back in hoped of feeling more of him- but he slipped inside of you easily and pushed forward in a hard motion. 

“Dean!” you exclaimed as he repeated the motion again, hands gripping onto your waist. Your fingers getting lost in the bed sheet as he continued to fuck you hard from behind. 

He leaned forward pressing up against your back, still deep inside of you. Gripping you tightly, clearly struggling himself. He stilled. 

“C’mon Dean, don’t tell me someone is struggling.” you teased as he chuckled against your skin, slowly pulling out of you. You almost moaned at the loss of his cock inside of you. 

He flipped you around and planted his mouth onto yours once more. Before you knew it, he slammed himself into your wet sex and you both moaned into each other. 

“Dean” you whimpered, as his eyes locked with yours. 

“You okay?” he quickly whispered, slowing his actions. You nodded, 

“I’m close.” you managed and he smiled, placing a kiss to your forehead, slamming hard into you once more. You moaned loudly, body going numb with pleasure as you gripped onto Dean. 

“There you go sweetheart” he ushered as your moaning grew louder with every thrust of his body. Your eyes squeezed shut as Dean’s movements grew harder and harder. 

“Come for me Y/N.” he whispered and that was what pushed you straight over the edge. Dean’s thrust didn’t falter as you came, body twitching with the wave of pleasure that crashed through your core. Then you felt him reach the peak of his pleasure thrusting into you and movements sputtering as his body went limp against yours, holding you tightly. 

He fell down next to you, embracing you and pulling you close to him. Resting his chin on your shoulder, kissing your shoulder as both of you regained your breath. 

“Everything with you in, is better.” he whispered. You smiled, 

“You have to tell me that because we just had sex.” you joked. He chuckled, 

“Very true, but I don’t lie.” he answered back, squeezing you ever so slightly. 

“Don’t leave.” he murmured against your skin. 

“Never again.” you whispered back as you both drifted off into a deep sleep, knowing that you were in the arms of the only person that has ever truly cared, seen and loved you for you. 

#SPN #spn spoilers #SPN RP #spnfandom #spn smut #spnedit #spn fanart #supernatural #dean winchester #Sam Winchester #Winchester brothers #john winchester #Sammy Winchester #mary winchester #Demon Dean #sam and dean #dean x castiel #deancas #sam #sammy #angst #dean smut #sam smut #cas x reader #dean x reader #sam x reader

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

warnings: swearing, blood, mention of murder, smut in a closet (consensual), Patrick is sadistic (choking), reader is his personal assistant-workplace relationship, drinking (others), non-con kissing between reader and secondary character, drugs (others)

AN: for the first time in a long time, I’m writing smut. That means this is 18+ NSFW. Act accordingly please. I’m still tagging this Halloween as it’s Patrick Bateman and they are at a Halloween party. Story under the cut.

The loud music pounded against my back and my ears as I stood against the wall. Why Patrick had decided this was the party he wanted to attend I didn’t know. But he was late. I glanced at the small watch on my wrist and rolled my eyes. Another ten minutes and I was gone.

“Enjoying yourself?” I rolled my eyes before turning to look at Paul. He had a drink in each hand and was holding one out to me. I shook my head at him but he kept pushing it towards my hand.

“Oh yes. I always stand in the back of the room against a wall at every party I enjoy myself at.” Sarcasm dripped from my every word but I doubted he knew that. His pupils were dilated and there was a faint white smudge under his nose. The cup he was holding out was finally put into my hand. I thought about dropping it but decided I would wait until he left before I got rid of it.

“That’s good.” Paul drawled out as he leaned against the wall next to me. “Where’s Bateman? I thought attending this party was his idea.” I nodded as I turned my attention to the party going on around us.

“It was.” Paul never once took his eyes off of me and it was starting to get unsettling. “He’s just running late. I called him half an hour ago and he said he was returning some video tapes.” I bit my lip, knowing he used that excuse a lot.

“Must have gotten distracted.” Paul laughed and I offered a faint smile as I looked over at him. “With someone like you around, I can see how.” Without warning, Paul lunged forward and kissed me hard. I jolted, pushed him away and dumped the cup he’d given me over his head. Paul reared back, sputtering as the alcohol ran into face. As he put distance between the two of us, I cried out in pain.

“Fuck!” I reached up and touched my mouth. Pulling my hand away from my bottom lip, I held it up so I could see it in the pulsing light. Blood shimmered in different colors and slowly ran down both my lip and fingers. Reaching out, I not so gently wiped my hand on Paul’s suit.

“The fuck is wrong with you?!” He stepped back again as I turned towards a nearby table to grab napkins to press to my still bleeding mouth. My eyes widened in shock.

“What’s wrong with me?! What’s wrong with you?!” I cried. A hand appeared on Paul’s shoulder and I looked up to see Patrick standing behind him.

“Maybe I can be of some assistance here.” His even tone said he already knew what happened but wanted to see where this would go. I pulled the napkin away to see what the damage was just as his eyes flickered down to my lips. His gaze hardened as I wiped away another trickle of blood. “What happened?”

“This asshole poured their drink on me!” Patrick looked over Paul’s head at me as Paul started to dab at his jacket with a spare napkin. I rolled my eyes and gestured to my lip.

“This asshole,” I waved my hand in front of me. “Forced a drink into my hands, kissed me without consent and bit my fucking lip. So I dumped the drink on his head and wiped the blood on his suit.” Patrick smirked and stepped around Paul to check the damage done to my lip.

“I’ll take care of him.” He whispered as he inspected the cut. I nodded as he flagged down a waiter to grab a wet napkin. Once it was in his hand, Patrick gently dabbed at the cut. When I no longer tasted copper in my mouth, he turned his attention back to Paul. “Now why don’t you come with me Paul? We’ll get you cleaned up and help you find a nice girl. How’s that sound?” Patrick put on his business voice and Paul fell for it. The two wandered off towards the exit instead of the bathroom. I took care of the mess we’d made before finding a secluded area to wait for Patrick. He walked back in not long after.

“That’s new.” I raised an eyebrow as I gestured to his face. Patrick shrugged and put his arm over my shoulder.

“If anyone asks I’ll just say I stepped out to give Paul a cab and get into my costume.” I chuckled as we made the rounds, keeping the incident on the down low. A few people people commented on the blood splatter across his face. Given it was a Halloween party, there wasn’t much issue. It wasn’t long until we were left alone again.

“And where is Paul?” I asked quietly. Patrick’s eyes shifted over to me and there was hesitancy in them. “Patrick we both know you didn’t call him a cab. Where did you put him?” Patrick tightened his grip on my shoulder before steering me towards the hallway. Once checking the coast was clear, he pushed me into a spare closet.

“Paul is in the trunk of his car. If anyone asks, he left by cab and will come back for his car tomorrow. By then, the body will be discovered and no one will know who did it.” I nodded as Patrick settled in front of me. As he pressed against me, a smirk made its way across my face.

“Does it really turn you on that much to have literally just gotten away with murder?” I teased, hovering my face in front of his but not quite close enough to kiss him. Patrick’s mouth twitched as he closed the distance roughly. I could feel his hands moving. One finally settled on my waist while the other gently closed around my neck. “Mmm. I guess it does.” Patrick chuckled lowly as he pulled away.

“Willing to test that theory?” He teased. This was a different side of Patrick. One that only came out if you got him right after a murder. One that hardly ever came out to play. Unless you knew how to pull it out. And I knew how to pull it out. Rolling my eyes, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him back in for another kiss.

Patrick’s hands slid down and started to remove the pants I was wearing. I hummed against his lips as he got them pushed down. Patrick moved to start kissing my neck as I fumbled with his belt. After a few minutes, Patrick rested his forehead against mine and covered my hands with his. I looked into his eyes as he smiled sweetly at me while helping me get his belt undone.

“Ready?” He asked once his pants were pulled down enough to get his dick out. I nodded as his hand came up to wrap around my neck again. He gently squeezed and his voice took on a hard edge. One that got me ready for the act we were about to commit. “Use your words (Y/N). Ready?”

“Yes.” I breathed out. Kissing me again, Patrick entered me hard and fast. His pace didn’t slow down as he grabbed my wrists and held them above my head. He kept kissing me to silence the moans and gasps I let out.

“Keep quiet. Or we stop right here.” I bit my lip as Patrick once again made his way down my throat and just under the collar of my shirt.

“Oh Patrick.” I breathed out when he reached a particularly sensitive spot. “Patrick…I’m….Patrick.” He nodded against my collarbone and tightened his grip on my throat before raising his head to rest against mine. I struggled to breath as he pounded into me relentlessly.

“Cum for me.” He breathed out against my lips. “Cum (Y/N).”

“Patrick!” I gasped and angled my hands down to grip onto his the best I could in the position they were in as I came. Patrick groaned before spilling in me. His hand left my throat and he gently lowered my arms. A kiss was placed on my forehead before he pulled out. “So it does get you off.” I muttered as he tucked himself back into his pants. I straightened myself out and helped him brush off any wrinkles that had appeared on his suit.

“I suppose so. We’ll have to test that theory out a bit more for conclusive results though.” He smiled at me before opening the door and letting me walk out in front of him. His arm fell around my waist as we rejoined the party.

“I look forward to it.” I looked around the room and faced Patrick with a smirk. “Who’s next?”

#Patrick bateman #patrick Bateman x reader #Patrick Bateman fanfic #Patrick Bateman fan fiction #Patrick Bateman imagine #Christian bale #christian bale x reader #Christian bale fanfic #Christian bale fan fiction #Christian bale imagine #American psycho #halloween prompts #halloween imagine #halloween imagines #halloween fic #spooky season imagines #spooky season imagine #spooky season requests #spooky season fic

[americancowgirl19]

Spells and Chaos

Summary: Spells are preformed, and chaos ensues. 

Warnings: violence, spells, threats, angst, fluff

Reader: Female Witch Reader

Pairings: Poly!Lost Boys x Female Reader

Word Count: 2937

A/n: Another part? @thelostboys-posts - @piscesnyx - @stickywinnerpastabakery - @a-marie-a - @cleocat246​ -

Masterlist - Part One - Part Two

Normal wasn’t the easiest thing for the boys to maintain. Every time that boy... what’s his name? Michael? Every time that boy in transition looks at you, stands too close or tries to flirt, you can see murderous intent in all of their eyes.

You had to forbid them from killing him. Keeping Star’s love interest alive is the least you could do for putting her in danger and using her body. You weren’t sure if they were going to listen to you but so far, the kid is still alive. He liked to push his luck, though.

Out on the pier the boys stuck together and caused mischief knowing Max was always watching. People talked about them often, so everything they did somehow reached Max’s ears. That meant they couldn’t suddenly monopolize your attention or cling to you like they wanted. You also had to wander around and seem aloof to everything. It was a rough few days before the full moon.

In the cave, away from prying eyes, was a totally different story. Once it was just the boys, you, Michael and the small child, their true nature came out. They refused to allow Michael within three feet of you, Laddie was still welcome for cuddles, but he was a small child not a hormonal teenager.

“Star, is everything alright?” Michael asks, walking along the beach with you. 

“Why would something be wrong?” You ask, glancing at him. He stops, giving you a strange look. 

“I know I haven’t been around for a while, but you used to hate the other guys. They made you uncomfortable and they’re controlling but now you’re all over them. What’s going on?”

“There’s a lot of things you don’t understand,” You try to vaguely explain to him. “Just give me some time, alright?” You ask, trying your best to be flirtatious but it felt wrong. You grabbed his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze while stepping close to him. Just like that you could tell you had him wrapped around your finger. Deep down men are all the same. A flirty smile, soft words, and a little touch can go a long way. “Everything will be better after the full moon but until then just keep quiet and be patient... Can you do that for me?” Michael nods mutely. “Good,” You perk, kissing his cheek before withdrawing from him completely.

“Hey Star! Let’s go!” David shouts from the road. You give Michael another playful wink to help calm him down before skipping over to your mate. You climb onto the back of his bike, holding him close. The instant your secured around him he takes off with the boys in tow leaving Michael behind in their dust.

When the five of you reach your little piece of home they turn the bikes off, coming to your side in an instant. Normally, they’d spend the entire night terrorizing the town but until they could do that openly with you by their side, they were always eager to return home.

“If you touch him again, I won’t care that you want to keep him alive for Star. I’ll slaughter him where he stands,” David says, turning to face you after climbing off the bike.

“Even if it’s in the middle of the pier? With the whole town watching?” You wonder, stepping toe-to-toe with him. Your eyes remained locked together, your hand lifting and sliding past his jacket to touch his chest. 

You hum when one of your boys, your beautiful Paul, presses up against your back. His large hands grip your hips, and he rubs against you.

“I’ll string him on top of the Ferris wheel so that everyone can have a good view of what happens when you touch our girl,” David vows, pinching your chin. You hum, arching into him, Paul squeezing your tighter.

“Sexy...” You whisper. “Unnecessary but sexy,” You comment, sending him a wink before slipping from their arms. David growls following after you as Paul hops to your side, his arm draping around your neck. They both wanted nothing more than to grab you, shove you against the nearest wall and fight for dominance knowing you’d never just submit to either of them. 

If only you weren’t in Stars body...

You were beginning to hate being in this body. You missed yourself and you hate not being able to be more intimate with the boys. They refused to go any further than innocent touches and intense cuddling while you’re in Star. You appreciated the sentiment, but you haven’t been with anybody since you left them, and you were becoming impatient.

Eventually the night of the full moon came. You were beyond nervous, doubtful thoughts creeping into your mind, but you knew you had to ignore them. You had to try and free them from Max - you’ve been successful before you can do this.

But you’ve never gone against a vampire like Max. He’s the strongest one you’ve ever encountered, not to mention this one is personal with everything on the line. You’ll have to perform the spell quickly knowing that he’ll sense the spell in motion the instant you start.

“Hey, flower,” Marko whispers, coming in front of you, gently pulling you from your thoughts. He gives you a smile, resting his hands on your hips. “You doing, ok?”

“I’m scared,” You whisper, confiding in him. He nods slowly, lifting a hand to caress the side of your face.

“Yeah, we are too,” He laughs a bit. You huff, laying your head on his shoulder. “We have faith in you. All you gotta do is preform your witchy woo and let us handle anything else,”

“What if I fail?” You whisper, clutching him tighter. He doesn’t hesitate to hold you closer, his head rubbing against yours.

“This is our all or nothing, princess. No matter what, we’re not dealing with Max ever again. If we fail, then we’ll just find each other in another life,” Marko shrugs. “We’ll have our happily ever after,” He promises. 

“Thank you, Marko,” You whisper, giving him one last squeeze. He presses a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Do you have everything you need?” Dwayne asks, coming up to you only when you pull from Marko not wanting to interrupt any comfort you need.

“Yes,” You nod, adjusting your bag. “I’ve scouted a spot in the woods. We should get going. The spell will take a while and Max will know when I start... He’ll try to stop it,”

“We’ve got you, babe,” Marko promises, Paul coming up behind you. 

“Just a couple more hours and we’re free,” Paul whispers in your ear. “And you can return to your body, and we’ll be free to truly celebrate our reunion. That sound good, baby?” 

“Perfect,” You whisper, leaning back against him. “Come on,” You mutter, pulling from Paul leading your boys out of the cave. You all climbed onto the bikes, David pulling you towards his like always - he loved to hog you when you all road the bikes.

You directed them away from the boardwalk and beach, deep into the forest. Eventually you ditched the dirt bikes and continued to lead them to the spot you had found.

“So, how does this work?” David asks when you reached your destination. 

“How this works is that I perform the spell and you stay out of my way and be quiet,” You state with a sly grin on your face. The other three grin having remembered what you were like when performing spells. You didn’t like to be interrupted.

You drew a circle with specific symbols inside before lighting six fires. One for each of your boys, one for yourself, and one for Max. You then took out the vials of blood and clippings of hair.

“Are those ours?” Paul couldn’t help but to ask. You hummed. 

“And when did you get them?” David asks, crossing his arms.

“You are heavy sleepers,” You answered with a smirk.

“Sick,” Marko grinned, excited to see you in action again.

“Now, when I burn these, you’ll feel a sensation. I’m binding all of us to this spell and I’ll be able to cut the tether Max has on us all. When I do Max’s, he’ll instantly know what’s going on,” You warn.

“We’ll be ready for him,” Paul assures you, the other hissing in agreement.

“Alright then,” You whisper. “Let the games begin,”

One by one you bind the boys to the spell, the fires roaring when you add the blood and hair. You then do yourself, saving Max for last. You give them each a look, only when they silently encourage you do you complete the binding.

From there you close your eyes and whisper the incantations as quickly and precisely as you can. You hold your hands over the fires, the flames becoming warmer by the second.

“He’s coming,” You whisper, sensing your brother on the move. The boys perk in alert. “He knows where we are,”

“Keep going,” Dwayne quickly urges, sensing the spell dying out as your attention diverts. “Trust us to handle this, just break the bond,”

“We’ll protect you,” David vows.

“Don’t get yourselves killed or this will be all for naught,” You whisper, opening your eyes for a moment.

“Trust us,” Dwayne urges. You give a sigh and a nod before returning to the spell.

“I knew something was going on,” Max says, arriving to the field you have chosen. “Looks like my sister has returned and is already getting to work,”

“We won’t be your slaves anymore,” Paul snarls. Max smirks, letting out a laugh.

“And what makes you think you’ll escape from me?” He asks. “You really think a little spell is going to break the sire bond?” 

“You’ve always underestimated her,” David said.

“On the contrary, I’ve always known what she’s capable of. I knew she’d return for you all eventually and when you guys started to act differently, Star included, I knew she had returned,” Max said. “My only saving grace was the fact that there was a couple of days between her arrival and the full moon, giving me time to prepare for whatever she had planned,”

“You’re too late,” Marko says bravely.

“We’re not letting you near her,” David states, bringing Max’s attention back to him. “And soon she’ll be done with the spell, and it’ll be us against you. And admit it, old man, you’re out of practice,”

“I can admit that, but it seems that you’ve underestimated me, David. What a pity,” Max whispers. The boy’s glance at themselves before spinning around when they heard your gasp loudly.

You’re kneeling on the ground, hunched over with your hand covering your side. The scent of blood fills their noses as your side begins to bleed. Paul races to your side but Dwayne stops him short.

“Let me go!” Paul snarls.

“If you break the circle the spell will be interrupted and she’ll have to start over,” Dwayne snarls in his ear.

“What’s happening to her?” Marko asks, frantically standing on the edge of the border. 

“You’re all so focused on keeping me from breaking the circle that none of you have thought to protect her true body. It’s open for the taking, her protection spell was easy to break once she begun this ritual,”

“Fuck,” Paul curses, prepared to leave the forest and get to your body but then Max’s stupid demon dog arrived with a handful of fresh vampires.

“So, you all can make the decision between racing for her true body and maybe saving her from death or staying here and try to keep us all out of that circle. Either way, that spell isn’t going to be completed,”

Their attention returns to you when you scream, falling onto your back. More wounds make themselves known, killing you slowly.

Marko lashes out first, killing the first newborn vampire beside him. This triggers the fighting, all four of them desperately keeping the vampires away from your circle.

Amazingly, through your pain, you try to continue the spell. It works slowly which makes Max all the more desperate to stop you.

“We have to get to her body!” Paul shouts, ripping a random man’s head off.

“Marko!” David shouts. “You’re the fastest, go!” He orders. Marko snarls kicking the demon dog away from him and across the forest before jumping into the air.

“Do not let him reach her!” Max shouted orders. A few vampires manage to get past the boys, but they trusted Marko to handle them.

“I don’t have much left,” You whisper, feeling your energy wane. Dwayne turns from the fighting and kneels as close to you as possible.

“Save your energy, princess,” Dwayne whispers. “You staying alive is much more important than completing this spell,” 

“Do you really think he’ll let us live after this?” You whisper, pulling yourself closer to him. Neither of you break the circle. “This chance is all we have,” Dwayne huffs, whining slightly in frustration.

“Is there anything we can do?” He asks, keeping his eyes on you as you look past him to Paul and David, both of whom have finished off the rest of the vampires and are taking on Max.

“Kill him the instant this spell is over,” you tell him.

“With pleasure,” He snarls, with a sadistic grin. “Give it your all, baby,” 

You nod tiredly watching him turn to his brothers and aiding them in their fight. You muster up as much energy as you can and begin the spell once more. You can feel the end of the spell coming. You’re so close and even as you feel another wound appearing on your back you push to the end.

When the spell is complete the fires all go out at once. When the sudden darkness appears, everyone pauses. They all stare at you, the moon light shining brightly.

“It’s done,” You whisper. “Kill him,” You snarl. They boys don’t bother holding back, tearing into Max as you collapse onto the forest floor.

When you awake, you’re lying on the bed inside the cave. Your entire body is stiff, and your head feels like it’s splitting open. You don’t recall what made you feel this way at first but as you sit up and massage your skull the memories slowly return.

“Y/n?” Marko asks, hesitantly. Your eyes open and turn to look at him. He’s standing a few feet, looking unsure as if he wasn’t convinced you were you.

“Is he dead? Did it work?” You ask, your heart hammering in your chest. The second it takes for him to reply is the most intense moment you remember experiencing; a million possibilities race through your mind causing you to almost miss his answer.

“He’s gone, flower... You did it,” Marko reassures you with the widest grin. Your head slowly processes his words.

“He’s gone...” You whisper. “He’s really gone...”

In a way you couldn’t believe it. You don’t remember a moment of your life where Max wasn’t controlling the way you lived. Even when you disappeared, he had a hold of you through your mates. You’ve never experienced freedom before and now that you suddenly had it... what were you going to do?

“Y/n!” Paul shouts, shoving past Marko practically leaping onto the bed. You laugh forgetting about your soreness and headache as the happiness of your success takes over.

Paul shoves you onto you back and connects his lips with yours. Your arm wrap around his back, your nails clawing at him desperately. Paul moan slipping between your legs, grinding against you needily.

It’s only when he pulls away - more like when Marko rips him off of you so that he could get a kiss - did you realize you’re in your original body. You didn’t know where Star was, and you had every intention to ask about her but then Marko was kissing you and you easily got sidetracked.

“I’m so fucking proud of you,” Marko whispers against your lips.

“We missed you so much,” Paul adds, lying beside you, his lips going to your neck.

“Star?” You manage to get out, though you struggled to focus as your two boys groped, grinded, and kissed every inch of your body while pulling at your clothes.

“At Michaels safe and sound,” David assures you. Your eyes go to the end of the bed seeing David watching with lust filled eyes and Dwayne beside him. 

“They have Laddie with them. All human,” Dwayne continues, pushing Marko to the side so he could climb on top of you. “And now Max is gone and you’re back in your body... and we have you all to ourselves,”

“It’s been too long,” You whine, arching into him begging for his touch, his kiss, his anything. Unable to hold himself back, he gives you both what you desperately need - a sweet yet borderline pornographic kiss meant to stake a claim more than anything.

Dwayne straddles your hips and leans back. You chase after him, not wanting to break the addicting kiss. David slips behind you, grabbing a fist full of hair (if you have the hair for it otherwise, he grabs your chin and forcefully turns your head to him) and pulls you back against him stealing your lips from Dwayne.

With Dwayne in your lap, David at your back, and Marko and Paul at your sides you feel more complete than you’ve ever felt before. The loneliness and longing you’ve felt throughout the years are finally over. Now that you have them, and your freedom, you’ll never give either up.

#poly!lost boys #poly!tlb #tlb 1987 #The Lost Boys 1987 #david x reader #paul x reader #paul x female reader #x fem!reader #x female reader #Female reader #marko x reader #dwayne x reader #witch!reader #vampire #hybrid!reader #The Hybrid and Her Mates fic

[pythoneon]

Someone might’ve posted about this before, but while i have the persistent brainrot, I wanna ramble about hatchetfield and the perpetual cycle of missed opportunities.

The first couple is pretty obvious: Paul and Emma. They’re two people who don’t get the chance to move past the early stages of a relationship. In TGWDLM, they’ve just gotten on a first name basis, even though he’s a regular and there’s a connection between them. It’s a slow burn that fizzles out because of the circumstances. Black Friday is a bit different because, while they’re not an official couple, Emma cares enough about Paul to bring her to what she thinks is a belated Thanksgiving dinner with estranged family. But that musical ends with everyone being blown to kingdom come, so again, it doesn’t evolve further than being “intimate” with each other. Then, of course, there’s their brief interaction in NPMD which parallels TGWDLM, with an interruption by Officer Bailey. In Nightmare Time, only Paul 23 and Android! Emma have a happy ending, but not without hiccups of course. They seem like an inevitability-pun fully intended-in every universe. Oftentimes, their potential is never fully realized.

Becky and Tom is an interesting couple because they’re the only main pairing that dated and broke up, only to get back together later on. They dated in high school and were pulled apart by circumstance. Tom goes to war, and in the interim, Becky becomes entangled with her abusive husband that keeps them apart even after he comes back. In Black Friday, they reunite, bone in the movie theater, but again, they get fucking bombed at the end. In Jane’s A Car, they actually get to rekindle their relationship, getting to the point that Tom brings Becky home to meet his son. Tim even likes Becky, acknowledging that she can’t replace his mom but she’s a good presence for them both. Unfortunately, Tom’s grief and guilt drives them apart again-pun not intended this time. There could be other worlds where they get back together as well, but that comes after years of heartbreak, trauma, and separation.

Lex and Ethan are interesting because in every world we’ve seen thus far, they start each story in a very committed relationship. We don’t see their beginning stages like the others, so we already know how they are together. This makes Black Friday even more devastating when we watch Ethan die protecting Hannah, and Lex never finds this out. She dies unaware of his fate. Then in Witch in a Web, they’re both in jail after trying to make money to get Hannah out of their neglectful mother’s home. Yellow Jacket is the worst, I think. Because Ethan wants the best for Lex and Hannah, he allows Hannah to take part in the super kid fight club, which accidentally dooms his relationship after they kill Otho and have to go on the run from Charlie. We see him getting her a ring, preparing to propose to her, but he never gets the chance. Lex leaves him behind in Hatchetfield to relieve him of the burden of having to protect her and Hannah. Ethan loves Lex so much that while trying to save her, he loses her.

Finally, our newest and most hopeful addition: Steph and Pete. The babies. We see them first in Abstinence Camp, finding kindred spirits in each other because they see themselves outcasts in their environment. I’d argue this is also true in NPMD. They’re both outliers in their social groups, and connect because of this. In TGWDLM, we can assume they both are infected before ever meeting-the same thing goes for Black Friday. The nice thing about their relationship is, in both Abstinence Camp and NPMD, they end the story in the early stages of their romance, and we can assume it’ll develop further because they both trust each other and have ‘defeated’ the monster. However, they don’t get through it unscathed. Nobody does. But I’ll be optimistic and say they’re the only ones who actually get the happy ending they deserve.

Some honorable mentions:

- Ted and Charlotte, and Ted and Jenny. Ted seems to truly care for Charlotte, and in TGWDLM, he watches her die for her scummy husband. In Black Friday, they’re briefly seen together at the end, but again, BOMB. Then there’s Forever & Always, where it’s revealed Ted is responsible for the death of his one true love, and also his own.

- Linda and Gerald is less subtle, considering they’re both batshit, but their insanity makes them a match made in hell. So, it’s pretty sad when, in Nightmare Time 2, Gerald dies helping Linda become the titular Honey Queen. And, of course, Linda dies in Black Friday while on the phone with him.

- DUKE AND MISS HOLLOWAY. OH BOY DO I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY ABOUT THEM. THE TRAGEDY OF FALLING FOR SOMEONE WHO YOU CAN NEVER SHARE YOUR LIFE WITH BECAUSE BUT YEARNING TO BE IN THEIR LIFE IN ANY WAY POSSIBLE. THE PAINS OF BEING IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE THAT YOU NEVER REALLY KNEW, NOR COULD YOU EVER TRULY KNOW HER, BUT YOU LOVE HER REGARDLESS, AND YOULL ALWAYS LOVE HER. PROTECTING THE PERSON YOU LOVE EVEN IF IT MEANS ACCIDENTALLY DAMNING YOURSELF INTO STARTING OVER WITHOUT THAT PERSON. GOD THEY MAKE ME SO SAD

#starkid #hatchetfield #nerdy prudes must die #starkid npmd #hatchetverse #nightmare time #npmd #the guy who didn't like musicals #tgwdlm #paulkins #lautksi #barneston #holloweane #lex foster #ethan green #pete spankoffski #steph lauter #becky barnes #tom houston #paul matthews #emma perkins #ted spankoffski #charlotte sweetly #linda monroe #gerald monroe #duke keane #miss holloway

[bellamer]

Piercings (TLB x Male!OC)

(Paul gets pierced despite his fear of needles. Read to find out where)

“Are you sure you want to do this Paulie ?” Marko asked, as Paul laid back on the tattoo table, his shirt and jacket removed. “You practically cried when you had to get your ears pierced, you couldn’t even get the second one done because you were so scared.”

“I can do this Marko.” Paul assured. “Rihan was real gentle when he pierced my other ear, I didn’t even feel it.”

“Because we’re vampires. We seldom feel pain.” Dwayne said from across the room, flipping through a magazine.

“And that needle he used was only like what, 50% silver ? I saw him struggle to get it through your ear lobe.” David said, digging through the candy bowl Rihan kept in the waiting area. “Is he seriously out of fun sized Reese’s Cups ?”

“I’m out of Reese’s Cups because you keep eating them all, David.” Rihan said, abruptly entering the room, carrying a black box. “Get the fuck out of the candy bowl, it’s for paying customers only.”

“We’re paying aren’t we ?” David scoffed, rolling his eyes, avoiding Rihan’s glare.

“Paying me in affection is not the same as paying me in money, which I need.” Rihan argued, before turning away from David and turning towards Paul. “Are you sure you want to do this babe ?”

“I’m sure.” Paul nodded, taking a deep breath. “I just want to get it over with.”

“Alright Paul but I just have to warn you.” Rihan opened the box, revealing a shiny, new, needle. “I’m gonna have to use this.”

“And what the hell is that ?” Paul asked, his breath a little shaky.

“That doesn’t look like a regular piercing needle Ri.” Marko said, looking at the needle and then looking at Rihan.

“It’s not. It’s pure silver.” Rihan said. “My regular needles had a tough time just penetrating his ear lobe, I need something stronger for this particular piercing, so that I can actually pierce you without your healing factor kicking in immediately and so the piercing will heal naturally.”

“So it’s gonna hurt ?!?” Paul asked, eyes wide. “ I don’t want it to hurt !”

“Do you still want to this ?” Rihan asked. “Because I won’t force you, but this needle was fifty dollars, not including the shipping and taxing fees, which is why I had you wait two weeks when you first said you wanted your nipples pierced, so either you go through with it, or all of you owe me about seventy bucks.”

“Look we’ll get you the money.” David said, standing up. “I’m pretty sure there’s some sucker we could rob-“

“No.” Paul interrupted. Everyone looked at him.

“No ?” David asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Rihan went through too much trouble to get that special needle because I said I wanted the piercings. I want to go through with it.” Paul looked at Rihan and then the rest of the boys. “I’m gonna go through with it. I just… I need some support.”

“Alright so how are we doing this ?” Rihan asked, pulling his chair towards the left side of the table and sitting down.

“Here I’ll hold his hand.” Marko said, rushing to Paul’s right side and holding his hand.

Dwayne stood up and placed himself right behind the tattoo chair on the left side, taking Paul’s left hand and holding it up to his cheek.

David placed himself right on the floor, on his knees, as he was right next to Paul’s head.

“We gotcha Paul, we gotcha.” David said, his voice soft. “You’re gonna get through this, okay baby ?”

Paul nodded, taking deep breaths, shutting his eyes.

“Alright Paul, don’t be scared, I’m just cleaning the area real quick, alright ?” Rihan assured, dabbing the sanitary pad on Paul’s nipple. “That isn’t so bad, is it ?”

Paul didn’t say anything, keeping his eyes closed as he breathed in and out, the coldness of the sanitary pad making him flinch slightly.

“You’re doing so good baby.” Marko kissed his palm. “You’re being so good right now, it’ll only be over in a second.”

“Alright Paul this isn’t the needle, it’s a marker, I’m marking where I need to put the needle through, okay ?” Rihan said, patting Paul’s thigh. “You’re doing so well sweetheart, you’re so brave.” He cupped Paul’s chest, something he wouldn’t do with regular customers but he thought it would ease Paul’s mind if he felt his touch, even if he was wearing gloves. He made a mark on the first nipple, drawing two dots before doing the same to the second. Rihan took a deep breath.

“Alright Paul. Just breathe for me, can you do that babe ?” Rihan asked. “Don’t panic and stay still, okay ? Here comes the clamp.”

Paul’s breathing started to pick up when he felt the clamp as he held Marko and Dwayne’s hands in a death grip. David started stroking his hair.

“Shhh, calm down and just breathe babe.” David said. “You wanted this and you’re gonna see it through and then they’re gonna look so good on you.” he kissed Paul’s temple. “Deep breaths okay ?”

“Alright on three.” Rihan said, focusing the needle on the dots. “One…two…three.” Rihan quickly inserted the needle through Paul’s nipple. Paul yelped in pain, losing his grip on Marko’s hand but Marko quickly grasped his hand.

“Baby it’s okay, it’s okay.” Marko kissed his middle finger. “You’re almost there, it’s alright”

“You’re almost done Paul.” Dwayne kissed his other hand.

Rihan removed the needle and quickly inserted the barbel, screwing the ends on.

“I can’t do it.” Paul huffed, almost on the verge of tears, he opened his eyes, giving pleading looks to the others. “I can’t do that again please-“

“Now Paulie.” David crooned, turning Paul’s face toward his. “You said you could do this and we know you can do this, don’t punk out and leave a half finished job”

“I’ll try to be quick with it, okay babe ?” Rihan cooed. “Just keep holding onto the others okay ? You’re being so good right now, this other one is going to be a piece of cake.”

Paul nodded, taking deep breaths that soon turned into pants once Rihan put the clamp on his other nipple.

Marko turned Paul’s face towards him and pressed his lips against his forehead.

“You got this Paul.” Marko whispered.

“I’m going in on three” Rihan said, aligning the needle. “One…two…” and then inserted the needle as fast as he could.

“Fucking shit !” Paul hissed, squeezing his eyes shut. “You said you were going on three-“ that’s when Paul made the mistake of looking down, seeing the needle that was inserted into his nipple. He let out a shaky breath and his eyes started to roll into the back of his head.

“Hey, Paulie no !” David tapped Paul’s cheek with his finger tips. “You’re okay, don’t blank out on us.”

“He’s alright it’s just shock , I have clients pass out all the time.” Rihan assured, taking the needle out and placing the barbell in in, screwing in the ends. “Paulie ? Pretty Bird, you with me ?”

Paul groaned in response and nodded, still panting.

“You’re all done babe.” Rihan smiled. “You did so well for me, you were so brave.”

Paul slowly sat up, sweat gracing his forehead. Dwayne grabbed some paper towels and dabbed the sweat away.

“Shame I can’t show you in the mirror but I can assure you that they look pretty badass, maybe my best work yet.” Rihan said with a smirk.

Paul finally got the courage to look down at his new additions, his face filling with joy when he saw them.

“Holy shit these are badass !” Paul said, cupping his pecs to get a better look.

“How long till we can play with em ?” David asked.

“You gotta admit that they do look pretty hot on him.” Marko grinned, Dwayne nodding in agreement.

“Hard to say with his healing factor but there will be no playing tonight just to be safe.” Rihan said sternly, crossing his arms.

And with that, the boys irrupted into a symphony of groans and protests.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys fanfiction #tlb 1987 #tlb fanfic #tlb x oc #david tlb #dwayne tlb #marko tlb #paul tlb #david the lost boys #marko the lost boys #paul the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #the lost boys oc #tlb oc

[britany1997]

so i can’t seem to fall asleep, and i know i asked whether this would be okay or not a couple minutes ago, ignore this if it’s not okay but i’ll just send this in before i forget it ;-;

the lost boys x male reader

the prompt song is No Children by The Mountain Goats

thank you so much, and i’m so sorry for the double request thing my brain has been going crazy with ideas

Hand in Unloveable Hand

I can totally write this for you! This is a dark song so this fic is gonna be dark (so we’re gonna make this David centric cause he’s the darkest in my mind😈) hope you like this!

Poly! Lost Boys x Male Reader (David centric)

Warnings: angst, mentions of forced turning, return of toxic David, lots of mocking, talk of death/wanting to die, I think that’s it

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Cigarette smoke clouded the night air around you as you took a drag under the light of the moon.

It was the same scene every night: you smoking outside the opening of the sunken hotel, completely alone.

Sometimes visions of nights with your boyfriends passed through your mind fondly, tearing up the boardwalk, having bonfires on the beach, making out under the stars, you missed it.

But unfortunately, the curtain had been pulled back. You’d seen the wizard and now the illusion was broken and you were faced with the sinister truth. You had never understood why people swore ‘ignorance is bliss’ until now.

You heard a rustling coming from behind you. You rolled your eyes and positioned yourself so that your back was to the ladder. You’d thought you’d made yourself very clear that you wanted nothing to do with the handsome biker gang that had stolen your heart and much more.

“Nice night for a smoke,” David’s even toned voice purred, “mind if I join you?”

You laughed humorlessly, “when has it ever mattered what I want?” You asked, still staring into the night sky, refusing to give him the dignity of turning all the way.

David smirked and slid down beside you, pulling his own pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket and whipping one out. “Gotta light?” He asked.

You shook your head, again refusing to meet his eyes, “why, you wanna take that from me to?” You questioned calmly.

David grunted, “you know,” he started as he pulled a lighter from his jacket, “the boys and I have had quite enough of your little pity party.”

You snapped to meet his gaze, your eyes filled with fury and defiance. “Pity party?” You spit as your eyes narrowed at the bleach blond vampire.

David’s eyebrow raised, “isn’t that what you call it when someone indulges in their own self-pity?”

You glared spitefully.

David leaned back, “you mope around all night, you don’t come to the boardwalk anymore, you don’t speak to us,” he listed, “Paul was in tears after you ignored him for an entire week.”

You stood tossing your cigarette and stomping it out, “I think my reaction is entirely reasonable,” you grit through clenched teeth, “considering what you did to me, what’s been taken from me-”

“And what exactly has been taken from you,” David asked as he stood to his feet as well, staring you down.

“Yeah so we told you the blood was wine, big fucking deal. We lied for you, for your eternity,” David spoke firmly, “so you could live with us forever.”

“You get on your little soapbox and you swear that we stole your mortality from you, your precious little life,” he mocked.

“But I rescued you. I fucking saved you from a lifetime of mediocrity.” He jerked you to face him by the collar of your jacket. You snarled as he blew smoke in your face.

“I gifted you eternal life,” he whispered, “and you’re sad because oh no now you can’t die?” David leases his hold on you, prompting you to stumble back.

“Let me give you some advice handsome,” he said tapping ash from his cigarette, “get over mortality. We did.”

“Fuck you,” you spit.

“Hmm thought you weren’t gonna do that anymore,” David teased, raising his eyebrow once more, “I’m dying for you to fuck me pretty boy.”

“Well,” he laughed, “not dying I guess.”

“I could run,” you threatened, “I’m faster now, stronger too, I could leave you all.”

David laughed, “good luck with that,” he stated, “once we find and drag you back here, and trust me, we will always find you,” he pointed towards the full moon casting light upon you both, “you wouldn’t be seeing that for awhile.”

You scoffed, “is that a threat?” You asked.

“No darling,” he held your chin in his gloved hand, “it’s a promise, so be a good boy and come join us downstairs.”

You spit in his face and ripped your chin from his grip.

David wiped spit from the corner of his eye and glared at you, “don’t expect this much lenience moving forward,” he warned, “I’ve been very patient with you, but my patience is wearing thin.”

“I hope you die.” You told him seriously, “god I hope we both die,” you whispered, turning your gaze to the moon once more, begging whatever was out there to give you an expiration date.

David chuckled, moving towards the ladder, “well that’s too damn bad,” he told you, “because we can’t.”

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[enquiringangel]

Hey there @enquiringangel I have a prompt for based off of one of my posts

Here it is https://www.tumblr.com/ria-coolgirl/725198999630594048/hey-there-lost-boys-fandom-i-just-have-a-dumb

I hope you like it 😅

(…This is not a drabble. I can’t believe I wrote so much about baby ducks lol.)

Keeping Your Ducks in a Row

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-x-

It begins in the park one night.

There’s a lake, more of a glorified pond than anything else, the surface scattered with algae and lilypads. And on the shore, a nest in an ill-advised place. There is also a fox, small and sleek and hungry.

Long story short, one dead mother duck later and it’s Marko to the rescue, filling his jacket pocket with eggs while Paul makes a joke about omelettes.

Marko pushes him into the lake.

It’s fine. There’s no running water involved, so the worst that happens is Paul thrashing to the surface, spluttering and blinking furiously, carefully dishevelled hair now limp and flat, a broken lily pad on his head. Dwayne and David just about laugh themselves sick at the sight of him.

“Dude! It was a fucking joke,” Paul complains, splatting wetly back onto the shore and peeling off streams of pond weed. “You know I wouldn’t hurt your birdies.”

(A lesson learned after the Boys had decided to use the pigeons to make their game of darts more interesting. Marko had taken a look at the dead bird speared on the wall next to the dartboard and launched himself at David in a whirl of curled hair and fangs. The resulting tussle had been bloody, and scariest of all - Marko had almost won.

David jokes he still has a scar on his calf from Marko’s teeth, despite the fact that none of them scar.)

Marko takes the eggs back to the hotel with him and builds them a brightly-colored nest of fabric swatches. There are nine eggs in all, though one of them is bigger than the others. As he returns to their roost in time for dawn, he hopes they’ll be warm enough.

The following evening he wakes to David’s voice in his head. ‘Marko. One of your chickens has hatched. Come get it, it keeps squeaking at me.’

Marko’s barely-awake brain digests this for a moment before his end of their telepathic bond is swamped in excitement. He flies back through to the lobby, leaving Dwayne and Paul’s groggy, just woken-up thoughts behind him.

It’s the big egg that hatched first, and a ball of yellowy-brown fuzz is clambering over the shells of its siblings, peeping excitedly as it stares up at David, who regards it with mild interest from amid a cloud of cigarette smoke.

Marko scoops the duckling up in both hands holds it up to his face. The peeping intensifies. Marko smiles. “Look how fuzzy it is, man.”

David squeezes his shoulder. “Congratulations. On your firstborn,” he says solemnly. “You should name him Marko Junior.” Because he is small, fluffy and yellow, David didn’t need to say.

“Fuck you,” Marko says. “Maybe I’ll name him David Junior.” He immediately decides he’ll do it, just because he can.

David rolls his eyes and gives Marko a little shove. “Whatever.” Having given his vague approval, he loses interest in the proceedings and goes to sit in his wheelchair and finish his ‘morning’ smoke. All he needs is a newspaper and a cup of coffee and his old man routine will be complete, Marko thinks as the baby bird in his hands begins chirping more urgently.

David Jr. is still chirping frantically by the time the others arrive. “Aw, cute,” Paul declares, stroking the top of its head with the tip of one finger. It immediately starts trying to devour his finger. “Little guy’s hungry!” he declares, laughing.

Dwayne leans over and turns one of the other eggs. “This one’s hatching.”

And it’s not too long before they’re all hatching, and Marko finds himself with nine baby birds all cheeping up at him. David Jr. looks different from the others, he notices. They’re all shades of yellow and brown but most of the others are more dark brown on top with a yellow underside and head, but a stripe of brown across their face like winged eyeliner almost. The first chick is more yellow, with a faint dusting of brown on top and no markings on its head.

“Maybe it’s not a duck,” Dwayne suggests.

“The fuck you talking about? Of course it’s a duck,” Marko says, looking at him like he’s demented. “They’re all ducks.”

“Maybe it’s just special,” Paul says, giggling as the oldest duckling keeps pecking at his hands. It tickles.

“Of course David Jr.’s special,” Marko dismisses, leading to uproarious cackling from his brothers at the choice of name. They each insist on naming a duckling after themselves as well, but quickly lose track of which one is which because they all look the same.

Once lowered to the ground, the baby ducks trail after Marko everywhere, dogging his footsteps like a shadow. It’s cute but he has to take great care where he steps. The one exception is naturally his problematic firstborn, who, upon figuring out its land legs, immediately weaves its way across the room to the foot of David’s wheelchair where it hops at the side of his boot insistently. Marko hastily goes to retrieve it, not wanting to risk a repeat of the pigeon dartboard incident.

“Figures you’d be the problem child,” he says, sighing.

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“Are you seriously taking those things to the Boardwalk with us?” Dwayne asks him later that night.

“Yes,” Marko says, feeling immediately defensive. “I can’t exactly leave them alone can I? They might fall down a hole and perish. Or one of the rats might hurt one.”

“Never come between a mother and her child Dway—ow!” Paul rubs his arm and widens his eyes at Marko in a show of being wounded. “So violent,” he remarks. “Such strong maternal instincts—hahaha!” He’s still laughing even when Marko gets him in a headlock, the two of them able to wrestle without crushing any ducklings due to the fact said ducklings are currently locked away in an old cat carrier they had lying around.

“Say my name, bitch,” Marko orders, grinding his fist into Paul’s scalp.

“Never,” Paul growls back and, because he’s a bitch, grabs the underside of Marko’s upper arm between his fingers and pinches. Hard.

“Oww! Motherfucker—!” Marko immediately goes to close his teeth on Paul’s ear, but the angle of his own arm prevents this. He releases the headlock and the two of them kick and strike at each other playfully, complete with Bruce Lee sound effects.

“Girls! You’re both pretty,” David calls out, already straddling his motorcycle and looking over his shoulder with amusement. “Now put your purses down and get on the fucking bikes.”

“Aww, knew you loved me, Davey,” Paul says and runs over, planting a wet smooch on David’s cheek.

In the end they make it to the Boardwalk, ducklings in tow. Marko releases them and quickly realises he’s going to have to walk slow enough for them to keep up so they don’t get lost and trampled in the crowds. In the end the pack form a loose circle around Marko and the baby ducks, with Jr. trotting contently at David’s heels.

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[kassies-take]

If You Fought The Newborn Army

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The Pack: *hidden*

Sam: ‘watch each others backs’

Newborn Army: *runs towards the clearing*

Embry: ‘couldn’t they run quieter’

You: *hears rocks breaking and tearing of heads*

Sam: ‘now!’

The Pack: *jumps from the rock*

The Pack and Cullens: *works together to kill Newborns left and right*

You: *stays closes to Rosalie, grabs a newborns head between teeth and paws their chest to the ground, ripping its head off*

Sam: ‘everybody good?’

You: *crushes the newborn head with your teeth* ‘good’

Embry and Leah: *destroys newborns* ‘easy on this end’

Quil: ‘ONE OF THEM STUCK THEIR FINGER IN MY NOSE!’ *tries to shake the newborn off* ‘GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF’

Jared: *throws a newborn into Jasper’s hands*

Jasper: *punches it’s head off*

Jared: ‘hold still!’ *jumps at the newborn*

Quil and Jared: *defeat the newborn*

Paul: ‘so much for taking it on your on’

Esme: *flips a newborn into Embry’s mouth*

Jacob: *arrives and takes down a couple newborns*

Emmett: *headbutts a newborn*

You: *grabs the newborn in the air as it jumps towards Emmett*

Jared: *pinned to the ground* ‘man down’

Jasper: *decapitates the newborn on Jared*

Rosalie and Quinn: *works together*

Quinn: *launches Rosalie at a few newborns*

Rosalie: *kills one and fights the other*

You: *grabs the newborn fighting Rosalie and tears its arm off*

Rosalie: *punches it’s head and huffs at you* I had it

You: *licks Rosalie’s cheek and runs off*

Alice: *flips over a newborn and Sam*

Sam: *pounces on the newborn and kills it*

Carlisle: Rosalie start the fire

The Pack: *picking up pieces to bring to the pyre*

Edward and Bella: *arrives* how long?

Alice: a few minutes. Maybe 10

You: *brushes against Rosalie’s palm*

Rosalie: *caresses your head and snout* hi. I’m okay.

Carlisle: The Pack need to leave. The Volturi won’t honor a treaty with the wolves.

You: *trots over to Leah*

Seth: ‘everyone okay?’

Leah: *turns towards a coming newborn*

Edward: Leah! Don’t! *runs towards Leah*

You: *runs and rips off the newborn around Leah’s neck*

You and the Newborn: *fights*

You: *sees Jake running towards you and relaxes at the help*

Jacob: *charges AT you and barrels

you right into the newborns arm*

Newborn: *crushes your ribs*

You: *squirms and whines*

Jared and Paul: *kills the newborn*

Rosalie: *screams* Carlisle! *rushes towards you* Doll, you have to shift back. Carlisle is going to take care of you

You: *tries to imagine your human form, growns at the pain and shifts it to human*

Leah: *kneels near your head* hey I’m here!

The Pack: *crowds your body*

Rosalie: *snarls and covers your body with her jacket*

Carlisle: the bones on the left half are shattered

Paul: Jake you idiot she had it!

Sam: Paul! *kneels beside you*

Carlisle: we have to reset the bones before her accelerated healing kicks in… it’s already starting

The Pack: *worried*

Edward: we need to get her out of here. We’re not going to want to fight with the Volturi

Sam: we’ll take her back to Emily’s

Carlisle: I’ll be there as soon as I can

The Pack: *carefully picks you up*

You: *groans and cries*

Rosalie: *steps towards you*

Edward: *stops Rosalie*

Rosalie: NO. I WANT TO GO WITH HER

Carlisle: Rosalie you have to stay, the Volturi know you’re a member of the coven. They’ll get suspicious if you leave

Jared: we got you

Paul: we got you, (Y/n/n)

Leah: *pushes Jacob away*

Jacob: *stares at Bella*

You: *cries*

Carlisle: Jacob you need to go

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