#last I heard he was a used car dealer

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Can you pls make a fix where reader smokes with a guy friend after Chris says it’s not a good idea but the stuff she smokes is laced and the friend tries to make a couple moves but Chris steps in last minute and beats up the friend and then brings her home and takes care of her? Maybe before they are official they are still dealer and costumer

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dwb! chris x reader

warnings: reader gets laced, unwanted touches, vomit, violence, blood (please please read with caution)

a/n: hope you like, also we’re just gonna name the dude jake and keep it pushin

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with that, i rolled my eyes and placed my phone down. i heard it vibrate again, but ignored it, missing his response.

“i’m coming over.”

“everything ok?” jake asked, noting my annoyed expression.

“yup, let’s do this” i said, watching him pull out two pre-rolled joints. we were sat on my front porch, a good amount of distance between us.

“oh wow, got me my own and everything” i said, as he lit mine and passed it to me.

“of course, princess. anything for you” it felt wrong, hearing someone other than chris call me that. i felt like i was cheating on him, which is crazy, considering we’re not together.

i brought the joint up to my lips, inhaling and taking slow puffs of the smoke. i closed my eyes while exhaling, enjoying the feeling that washed over me.

jake did the same with his joint, and i could feel his eyes burn into the side of my head.

“you starting to feel it?” he asked. i opened my eyes and realized he was suddenly a lot closer to me than he had originally been.

this was weird. usually when i’d smoke i would feel a sense of relaxation and happiness, almost in a state of euphoria.

now? i was feeling very relaxed. too relaxed.

my body felt light and my brain was fuzzy.

“oh yeah, you’re feeling it baby” he said as he brought his hand to my face, caressing it.

“you’re so pretty baby” he whispered in my ear as he brought his hands to my waist.

“jake? what are ya doin’?” i mumbled out, i could barely keep my eyes open.

“don’t worry about it baby, just close your eyes” his hand started rubbing my thigh as he brought his face to my neck

“please stop” i whispered, wanting to push him off but not having the energy to.

i was so out of it, i didn’t hear the heavy footsteps traveling up the steps of my front porch.

“yo, she said stop” chris.

chris pulled jake off of me by the collar of his shirt. he didn’t hesitate to pull his arm back, and swing. all that was heard was the sickening crack as his fist collided with jake’s nose.

jake let out a cry as he fell to the ground.

i couldn’t even keep up with what was happening. in contrast to the instant lightness my body had when i started to smoke, my body was now heavy. it felt like i was being held down by a million weights.

chris climbed on top of jake, and landed blow after blow. he threw punch after punch leaving jake’s face bruised and bloodied.

“chris?” i called out, wanting him close to me.

this seemed to make chris snap out of his angry state, as he rushed over to me.

he took in my drowsy state, his eyes softening.

“jesus ma” he whispers as he picks me up bridal style.

“you’re ok baby, i promise. i’m gonna take care of you” he said as he gave my forehead a kiss.

he then carried me to his car, buckling me in and giving my hand a squeeze, “i’ll be right back, ma”

he walked over to jake and pulled him up by the collar, whispering something in his ear before letting go of him and coming back to the car.

once we arrived at his house, he picked me up again and carried me to the door.

he put me down briefly, to push his key in the door and open it, then proceeded to pick me up and carry me to his room.

as soon as we got to his room, he placed me on his bed.

suddenly, i began to feel nauseous.

“chris- toilet” he seemed to understand what i was trying to say, and quickly helped me to his bathroom.

as i hovered over the toilet, i threw up my stomach’s contents making my throat burn and eyes water.

he pulled my hair back, and rubbed my back soothingly.

“ok, baby. it’s ok, let it out”

once i finished, i started to fall back as chris caught me. he wrapped one arm around me, the other flushing the toilet.

“i’m sorry chris, so sorry”

“don’t apologize, ma. that’s what i’m here for. you got me, i’m not going anywhere” he said as he continued to rub my back.

“chris, i feel so disgusting” i mumbled.

“i know, baby. do you wanna take a bath?” i nodded my head.

“ok, is it alright if i help you? i don’t want anything to happen to you, ma” he asked.

“yes, chris. thank you for asking first”

“of course, ma. don’t wanna make you uncomfortable”

“ok don’t move, i’ll be right back” he said as he leaned me against the wall.

he quickly went back to his room, grabbing a towel and clean clothes for me to change into.

when he got back, he began to run the bath water and adjusted the temperature to my liking.

while the water continued to run, he helped me brushed my teeth.

once the water was done, he undressed me, and helped me into the water.

he rubbed the soap onto my skin gently, constantly checking to see if i was ok or if he was making me uncomfortable.

when he finished, he helped me dry off and put on his clean clothes.

once back in his room, he sat me down on his bed.

“do you want space or cuddles?” he asked, very careful not to cross any boundaries.

“cuddles please”

with that, he sat down next to me and opened his arms. i leaned up against him, placing my head on his chest. “thank you, chris”

i said before drifting off to sleep.

he watched me sleep, feeling my heartbeat against his own.

“i’ll always be here for you” he whispered.

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idk if y’all have caught onto this but i’ve never smoked a day in my life😭

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Serendipity

Summary: Bucky would have never guessed a favor to Sam would benefit him.

“You know I wouldn’t be asking this if it weren’t important.” Sam said through the speaker. Bucky was frantically packing a change of clothes into his backpack while groaning into the phone. He was seriously regretting answering Sam’s fifth back-to-back call. 

“Who is she anyways?” Bucky rolled his eyes.

Sam sighed. “She’s someone who’s very important to me.”

“Are you two-“ Bucky searched his brain for the right word. “Fucking?”

“Can you just do this one favor and not be incredibly annoying?” Sam complained. 

“Fine, I’ll bring her to you.” Bucky finally said. 

“And don’t you dare flirt with her Barnes.” 

Bucky’s lip twitched upwards for just a second. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Bucky looked left and right through the neighborhood, the streets were filled with sketchy people and the door to the apartment building was wide open. He walked up to the apartment door Sam had written down and knocked twice. To his surprise, the door next to it opened.

“You here for the drop?” A man asked but the second he saw Bucky’s confused state, the sound of a gun cocking was heard behind the door. 

Bucky gripped the knife in his holster, his eyes never leaving the man’s but before anything could happen, the door he actually knocked on opened. And there you were. 

Bucky was stunned for a second, he didn’t think beautiful women like you would ever look Sam’s way. Let alone become someone important.

You pulled Bucky into your apartment, giving your neighbor a sweet smile. “Thanks Todd, he’s with me.”

Todd gave Bucky a half nod before slowly closing his door.

Bucky looked around the small apartment. “Your neighbor sells drugs.”

You only hummed in response, fixing things all throughout the apartment. 

“He’s a full-on drug dealer and you don’t care.” Bucky said surprised. 

You stopped and looked at Bucky up and down. “You’re pretty judgy for a man who doesn’t know me.”

“You’re pretty relaxed for a woman who knows her neighbor opens the door with a gun in his hand.” Bucky retorted. 

“How about we start again.” With a deep breath, you smoothed your hair, extending your hand to his and introducing yourself. 

“Bucky.” Was all he said. 

“Well, Bucky. I appreciate you taking me to Sam but I should let you know I told that stubborn man that I was perfectly capable of getting there myself.”

“Glad we agree he’s annoying.” Bucky muttered. 

“I’m ready when you are.” You beamed, holding your luggage by the handle. 

Bucky’s eyes widened at the sight of your large suitcase and the other four backpacks that seemed to be about to explode. “Are you planning on moving for the next six years?”

Your cheeks burned and a shy smile escaped your lips. “Sam warned me about you.”

Bucky helped you with your suitcase and three of your bags. 

“I’m sure he told you only good things.” Bucky said sarcastically.

“He said you have a very peculiar way of showing you care, you have a very dry sense of humor and you’re incredibly brooding.” You said in a sing song tone as you walked down the stairs of your apartment building. 

“Sam said this?” Bucky’s eyebrows raised. 

“I may have paraphrased some things and omitted some other colorful words he used.” You whispered the last part. 

Bucky nodded. “That sounds more like Sam. I’m sure he doesn’t know half of the words you just used.”

Bucky hopped into the driver’s seat of the car after he helped you lug all your belongings into the trunk of his car. You stared out the window as he drove onto the main street, watching as your home turned smaller and smaller by every meter you traveled. 

“So,” Bucky cleared his throat. “How do you know Sam?” 

“How did Sam tell you we met?”

“He didn’t.” Bucky kept his answers short. 

A devious smile appeared on your face. “Sam and I met while he traveled the coast of Mexico. I was a bartender at a bar he went to frequently-“

Bucky’s face filled with confusion. “Sam traveled the coast of Mexico?”

“I mean the coast of England.” You tried to lie convincingly but with one look from Bucky you knew your cover had been blown. 

“Do you normally enjoy lying to men who save you or have you had one too many coffee cups today?” Bucky kept his gaze forward. 

“Saved me?” You laughed. “Someone thinks of himself highly.”

Bucky shrugged his shoulders. “Sam never asks for favors, I can only assume you were in deep trouble.”

“I wouldn’t consider it deep trouble.”

“What was it then? Unpaid debt to your lovely neighbor?” He asked.

“Nope.” You responded.

“Stole from a jewelry store?”

“Do I look like a 1950’s cat burglar to you?” You laughed.

“Overdue on rent?” You shook your head. 

Bucky scratched his chin. “The only obvious thing left is the cliché ex-boyfriend giving you trouble.”

You kept quiet. 

“Ex-boyfriend it is.” Bucky nodded his head. 

The car was quiet for a while and the awkward silence was killing you. “Are you going to ask what happened between us or do I have to make things weird by asking you if the super serum affected the way you get hard ons?”

Bucky’s cheeks turned bright red. “Out of all the things you could ask me- that is what you want to know?”

“Among other things.” You said quietly. 

Bucky surprised himself by letting out a chuckle. “Let me get this right. You’ve known me for all of thirty minutes and the most pressing question you thought of asking me is related to- that?”

You smiled. “That? What? Does the word hard on make you uncomfortable? Okay let’s use boner-“

“Please tell me about your ex.” Bucky threw his head back. “I don’t think I can handle another one of your synonyms.” 

You took a deep breath. “Where should I start. Maybe by telling you that Sam warned me about him a total of fifteen times, but I obviously didn’t listen. I have a gift for choosing the wrong men. Then he cheated on me twice, with one of my closest friends. Afterwards he proceeded destroy my car when I told him I was leaving him. And finally, he sent me death threats and stood outside of my apartment for two whole days.”

Bucky’s eyes widened. “He sounds like a total catch.”

“Like I said, I know how to choose ‘em.” You shrugged your shoulders. 

“Do you always have that carefree, look on the bright side attitude?” 

“I do.” You looked at Bucky up and down. “It’s easy to be positive when you remember some people have had it worse than you.”

Bucky gulped. “So, you know who I am.”

“Sam’s one of my oldest friends, of course I know who he works with.” You smiled. 

“That’s how you know Sam then, you grew up together.” Bucky glanced at you.

“Very good investigative skills, Sergeant.” 

The drive to Sam’s safehouse was two hours long but to Bucky, it felt like ten minutes. He couldn’t remember the last time he put music while driving. You let him choose whatever he wanted but he felt it would be too soon to tell you how the sound of your voice was the most beautiful melody he’d heard in years. You kept talking about everything and nothing at the same time, sometimes making him laugh- at least that’s what you assumed the throaty sound he made was- and sometimes you made him groan with your bad jokes.

“You must have one! You’ve lived through decades of dad jokes.” You laughed. 

Bucky’s cheeks hurt from smiling. “I didn’t exactly have time to write down the ones I heard.”

“C’mon,” You insisted, taking his strong bicep in your hands and pulling on the sleeve on his t-shirt. “One joke.”

“We’re here.” Bucky said, surprised. He hadn’t realized he’d been driving in automatic, enjoying every single thing you said instead of focusing on the road.

“That is a bad joke.” You said, taking in the house you’d be staying at until you could get back up on your feet, and seeing Sam’s truck parked in the driveway. 

Before Bucky even put the car in park, Sam was rushing out the door. You leaped out the car with open arms and Sam lifted you up, twirling you around. 

“Can we start seeing each other more than once a year whenever you decide to dump your garbage boyfriends?” Sam laughed as he set you down on the grass.

You rolled your eyes. “Why don’t you give me a schedule, I’m sure you can stop being a superhero and block off some dates to see me.”

Bucky crossed his arms and leaned against the car, trying hard to control his expressions. A weird feeling settled in his chest, like someone’s invisible boot was pressing against it. He saw as you took a couple of your bags into the house. 

Sam cleared his throat. “I assume the ride was okay?”

Bucky only grunted and his frown deepened as he saw Sam smile. 

“Who would have guessed the cyborg has a heart.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Bucky muttered, taking out your large suitcase from the trunk. 

Sam patted his back. “No need to be jealous, Bucky. We’ve been there done that and it didn’t work.” 

Bucky literally growled at Sam. 

Sam leaned back on the car, laughter taking over his body. “I wish you could see the face you just made.” 

“Hey Buck,” He perked up at the sound of your voice. “Can you give me a hand with something.”

“Coming!” Bucky yelled back, starting to lug your things. 

“You just met her and she can call you Buck but I can’t?” Sam asked. 

“She’s funny, cute, and asked me about my dick within the first hour of us talking.” Bucky let out a small smile. “Of course she can call me Buck.”  

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[mollysolo]

Hello! Could you maybe do something with a Eddie x reader where they’re already in a relationship as the reader is helping track him down at the boathouse? So they’re there to help comfort him? If that makes sense? I’m loving the stuff you’ve written so far for him!

I’m Not Going Anywhere

Pairing: Eddie Munson X gn!Reader

Summary: You’re the only person Eddie would ever want to see whilst he hides from the police.

Warnings: Mentions of Eddie being very scared and anxious

Word Count: 1k

a/n: i hope you like this!

“(y/n), do you know of anyone who could possibly help Eddie hide?” Dustin frantically asked during the short phone call he had started just a few minutes ago.

“Yeah, there’s this drug dealer named Reefer Rick that Eddie’s mentioned a few times. From what I’ve heard, he does trust the guy. He’s probably hiding out at that guys house right now.” you quickly told Dustin.

You were worried sick the second you heard that your boyfriend, Eddie, had been missing for a couple days now without a single word. Normally, he never even left Hawkins without letting you know first.

“I’ll meet you guys there.” you said to Dustin, giving him this random guys address just a moment later.

You then hopped in your car and sped onto the roads of Hawkins that you knew were never monitored by the police, your palms sweating a little as you focused your eyes on the road.

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“Eddie?” you, Steve, Max, Dustin and Robin called out as you began to search the empty house for Eddie, worried looks on all of your faces.

Your eyes were darting everywhere, searching for those comforting pair of brown eyes that you loved so much. But, he was nowhere to be found and that worried you even more, if that was even possible.

You entered the last room in the house and was just about to give up when your eyes met this drug dealers completely metal boathouse. You knew that Eddie had to be in there because the door was open just a crack.

“Guys!” you called out from this room, causing the rest of the group to basically sprint into the room, almost bumping into each other.

“What?” Steve asked with his hands now on his hips.

“I think he’s in there.” you explained as you pointed to the open door.

The five of you then slowly made your way to the boathouse, making sure that someone wasn’t hiding in a bush nearby waiting to pop out and attack all of you.

You shifted to stand in front of the group and stopped them with your hand, “Wait, let me go in first. I don’t want him to get startled and accidentally attack any of you.” you whispered while your eyebrows began to furrow.

They all nodded in response then continued to quietly follow after you into the small boathouse just ahead.

You then slowly opened the door and peered inside, “Eddie?” you calmly said as you walked into the boathouse, the group almost silently entering after you.

Eddie popped out of the boat he was hiding in almost right away and ran over to you, quickly wrapping his arms around you and burying his face into the warm crook of your neck.

You began to hold him in your arms as he started to speak, “(y/n)!” he almost screamed as he looked up into your eyes for a second, he was incredibly happy to see you in this moment.

You held him tight against your body and let him get comfortable within your touch before you even thought about speaking again, “Hi, Eddie.” you whispered, only wanting him to hear what you had to say to him.

Hearing your voice only made him hold onto you even tighter then he already was, his soft hair tickling your face quite a bit, making you smile.

And the second you felt Eddie’s tears hit your neck, you turned slightly to face the group, “Could you guys leave us alone for a little while?” you asked as you furrowed your eyebrows again.

“Of course.” all of them had said as they began to head out of the boathouse.

Once they were gone, you slowly sat down on the floor of the boathouse with Eddie and let him hold you in his lap like you were going to disappear from his hands at any second.

You then pulled away for a moment to wipe his tears away and take his hand in yours, pressing a gentle kiss to his now puffy lips before you started to verbally comfort him.

“You’re safe, my love. No one will find you here, I promise. Okay? I’m not going to let anyone hurt or find you.” you assured him, cupping his handsome face in your hands as you talked.

He nodded in your hands then wrapped his arms around you once more, swaying your bodies together as one as a way of comforting himself. And as he held you, he let not only your presence comfort him but your love as well.

His face slid into the crook of your neck as tears began to fall from his eyes once again, “Please don’t leave me. I don’t think I can get through this without you, sweetheart.” he admitted to you, clinging onto you with all of the strength in his body.

“I love you, Eddie, more than anything and I will never, ever leave you. I’m not going anywhere, okay? I want you to know that.” you replied as you let your arms wrap around your hurt boyfriend once more.

“I love you too.” he said in response, his sweet words were followed by a long kiss to your cheek and your lips as he now held your face in his hands, his cold rings causing you to shiver for just a second.

You gave him another kiss before softly smiling at him, he smiled back at you as a result of how infectious your smiles were.

“I could stay here with you tonight if you’d like me to?” you suggested as your eyebrows began to raise with anticipation.

He nodded immediately as more tears started to fall down his face, “Yes, please.” he begged almost silently.

You then took him back into your arms and continued to comfort him to the best of your ability. You just wanted to make him feel safe again and like he could actually trust people that weren’t you.

“I got you, pretty boy. I’ll always be here for you, I promise.” you said whilst you pressed a light kiss to his damp cheek, “I love you more than words could ever explain.” you repeated for him as you placed your hand on the back of his head.

Eddie blushed at the sound of the nickname you had for him, he really liked it when you called him pretty boy if he was being honest with himself.

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Eddie The Freak Munson (Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader)

Summary: Eddie becomes your new dealer. You don’t like him or the fact that he’s friends with your half brother or the fact that he’s started dealing for Chrissy Cunningham. But you still can’t get enough of him.

Warnings: NSFW, drugs, pot, drug dealing, oral(m&f), unprotected sex, car sex, this is really off with the canon st plot line so just ignore it<3 also we save Eddie from being considered a murder so go us and our pussy power!

Part two

“Hey.” You turn your head to see Eddie Munson walking towards you.

“Hi.” You reply. The man slams the metal lunch box he is holding on the hood of your car as he stops in front of you.

“How are you doing tonight, m’lady.” 

“Fine, yourself?”

“I’m doing a drug deal, with Y/n Henderson. I’m doing great.” You throw him a sarcastic smile. 

“The only reason I’m here is cause my guy ran and skipped town. You’re not my first choice trust me.”

“Ouch.” Eddie says as he pretend like you stabbed him in the heart. You cross your arms over your chest and roll your eyes. 

“How much can I get for 15?” You ask.

“Usually I do 20 for half ounce but I’m gonna gonna give you the pretty girl discount.” 

“Oh gee I bet you just say that to all the girls.” You smirk he hands you the bag and you hand him the cash. “Thanks, I’ll let you know if I need more.”

“I look forward to it, sweetheart.” 

You get into your car and lock the doors. You watch Eddie get into his own car and then hear loud music, leaving the parking lot in a haste. You don’t even realize you’re flustered from him before you’re alone in silence. Eddie Munson, freaking you out and getting you nervous? God you had not smoked in 2 weeks you must be going insane. You really hoped you would be able to find another dealer before you ran out again but secretly you knew that wouldn't be the last. 

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“Fuck Ed-Eddie go faster.” You whine into the air as you gripped Eddie’s shoulder harder. His long fingers move at a sloppy and quick pace.

“Your wish is my command sweetheart.” Ed replies before he curls his fingers inside you at a heavenly angle. You’re truly in heaven. You’re fucked out in the backseat of his van, your legs spread like a whore. You don’t know how you ended up here, but you always do with Eddie.

After your first deal with him you couldn’t bother finding someone else. He was easy to contact and get shit from. You just stuck with him. And now after about your 3rd time meeting with him your primal needs over took you as you ended up in the backseat of his car after talking to him for hours about pointless shit.  

“God you feel so fucking good on my fingers. Such a dirty girl letting the freak finger her in the bad of a van.” It seemed like since the last two weeks of the summer, ever dealing session you had with Eddie ended with him either finger banging you or sucking him off. And if you were being honest you couldn’t complain. To much surprise, Eddie was a god with his fingers and had a huge dick. And you couldn't get yourself to stop seeing him or buying his pot. 

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You watched as Dustin sat with his friends at a random lunch table. You were always protective over him as he was used to being lightly bullied and seen as a nerd. But he did have his friends who cared for him a lot so you figured he would be fine in high school. 

That was until you saw Dustin walking to your car wearing a Hellfire Club shirt that you knew all too well. Dustin was a good kid but who knows what he would do to impress someone like Eddie. To show his worth. Fuck Dustin needs to stop befriending 18 plus year olds. 

“What the hell are you wearing?” You questioned as he walked into your car. 

“Oh it’s this D&D club at school! Isn't that cool that there is one?”

“Yeah super cool.” You grit through your teeth, he seemed so excited you didn't wanna kill his buzz.

“And the like president of the club is like this super cool guy who hasn't graduated for years, he’s like a triple senior. His name is Eddie Munson. Have you heard of him?”

“Being a senior for 3 years in a row isn't cool, Dust.” You say as calm as you can. “And yes I have heard of him. Pretty sure he’s been a senior almost every year I've attended there.”

“I know, I know. But he’s really nice, he kind of recruited me, Mike and Lucas. Isn’t that cool? We have older friends now.”

“That’s great Dustin. Just leave don’t turn into one of those guys.”

“I would never.” Dustin says with a smile and you just smile back, gripping the steering wheel.

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Now you believe Eddie’s doing it on purpose. Without even realizing how much it annoyed you. Causing a scene every lunch period with your brother and his friends. Being loud and rambunctious with your brother and his friends in the hallways. And you wanna just ignore it and walk away but you can’t. Your eyes are glued to his form. Especially when he’s with your brother.

Eddie is sweet to him. He’s sweet to all of them. And it makes your heart throb as well as wanting to rot.

You couldn’t handle it anymore. The thought of Dustin becoming a mini Eddie was haunting your every waking thought. At lunch you saw Munson sitting with his usual friends. You walked past the table, making eye contact with Eddie. This was your signature move to him to show that you wanted to speak. He excused himself from his friends and followed you into the hallway. When he was outside the lunchroom he looked around for you but couldn't find you. Out of nowhere you grabbed his arm and pulled him into the dark hallway next to the cafeteria. 

“What the hell are you doing with my brother, Munson?”

“Henderson, or should I start calling you y/n, since your little bro has been downgraded to Henderson.” 

“We are not on a first name basis Munson.” You grit through your teeth.

“What are you talking about. I am on a first name basis with all my best customers.”

“Shut up. Stop trying to indoctrinate and recruit my brother for your little cult.”

“I kinda like it yknow? Haven’t stared at me like that in public in a long time right sweetheart? Bet you love staring at me and my beautiful face.”

“Shut up. What I want is for you to not turn him into a triple senior, drug selling freak like you. Got it? Slow down in trying to build up your freak show.”

“Slow down? Slow down? That’s not what you were telling me last week at our last meetup, now was it sweetheart. What was it? As I recall you kept telling me ‘Ed, Ed faster, faster.’”He says mimicking your voice and face.

“I told you to never mention that in public! Especially around your weird friends.”

“What are you worried you might also be considered a freak?”

“Shut up, you know I don’t mean that. You’re a practically normal person.” You smile at him sinisterly. “Back off my brother. Don’t need him turned into your drug mull.”

“You know I never thought about that. Using my freshmen as drugs mulls. Maybe Dustin could deliver your drugs for me. I mean it is much more practical.”

“Oh please you would miss your little back seat adventures with me too much.” You move closer to him so he can smell the perfume on your body and his breath slightly hitches as you place one of your arms on his forearm, “Wouldn’t you?” He looks around almost at defeat. “Bye Munson.” You say before rubbing his forearm up and down. You can feel the goosebumps form. You turn to walk away but Eddie grabs your hand too quickly. He pulls you into him and you fall into his chest.

“You know, you shouldn’t tease me.” He says moving a piece of hair out of your face.

“What are you gonna do about it Munson.” You rip away from him body. “Be nice to my brother or else.” You say stomping away. 

“Still got our deal tomorrow at 8?” He says cockily and you flip him the bird as you walk away. You both know that gesture means yes. 

-

You pulled into the trailer that belonged to Eddie. You walk up and knocked on the door. It takes Eddie a few minutes to open the door and when he does he has a cocky smile on his face. 

“Hey Munson.” You say as he moves away from the door to allow you in. 

“Hey Y/n.” He playfully replies. Even though he’s been calling you by your first name for months now it still leaves butterflies in your stomach. 

“You know I skipped out on another client to be here.” Eddie boasts as you turn to see him.

“Oh and who's that?” You say crossing your arms over your chest.

“None other than queen of Hawkins herself! Chrissy Cunningham.” He nearly yells and you laugh at his surge of energy.

“Chrissy Cunningham is doing drugs. Yeah right.” You shake your head.

“Yeah she asked for like some harder stuff.” He says shifting through the drawers on a nearby cabinet. 

“You’re gonna deal that poor girl cocaine?” 

“Yeah she probably needs it dealing with that psycho boyfriend of hers.” He says standing up before handing you the usual amount of pot he gives you.“Alright 20 for half ounce today.” You furrow your eyebrows. 

“20? It’s been 15 for the past 3 months.” He shrugs it off but you're still pissed, and you know he didn’t charge that cheerleader this much. “How much did you charge her for.”

“Who?” 

“Cunningham.”

“15.” 

“Then why is it 20 for me when you're offering her 15. God you are just trying to piss me off this week. First my brother and now this?” You glare at him.

“Y/n its 5 dollars I think you can afford it.” You stay silent at his comment. You feel stupid arguing about this with him but it is bothering you. Why is she getting the discounted rate? What’s so special about her? Eddie is way too smart to not put together the pieces either. 

“This isn't about the discounted rate now is it?” He says in an animated voice, almost mocking you, “Is my precious y/n jealous of the other girls I deal to.” He says moving his hand to your chin to caress it.  “Ugh you wish.” You say pushing away his hand. You don’t move away from him though, his body is sticking straight up to yours. His hand with his rings start to caress your thighs, running the slim limbs up and down the soft plush of them. He moves his head to the side of your neck so his breathe is tickling your skin. You gulp as goosebumps form on your body. 

“Cmon you know you are the only one I give my very very special deal to.” You look at him with the most dazed expression he’s ever seen on you. Your lips are parted and your eyes are dilated. You don't even know how his light touches have such a colossal effect on you but they do. It's the worst. It’s hell. But god you want him so bad.

One of his hands moves down to your waist and his other one reaches up to hold your face. You're not one for light touches you want to be touched with fire and passion not shy lightness. You move your arms to wrap around Eddie’s and smash his lips into yours. He kisses you back greedily.

“God I hate you Munson.” He chuckles at your words and starting to walk you back until you reach the hallway his bedroom is in. He grabs your hand and guides you into his room. 

“M’lady deserves to be worshiped in a real bed.” He says in a loud obnoxious voice as he gestures you towards his twin bed. You roll your eyes but smile slightly rolling your tongue over your teeth. You go to sit on the bed and Eddie follows quickly behind you. He lays you on your back as he hovers above you. 

“Shut up and fuck me, Munson.” He tilts his head above you. You grab onto his hair and pull him into you, kissing him with a force. His hands move to your waist and begin to dig into your skin. You know there are gonna be marks of his rings on your plush skin tomorrow. 

You’re desperate for him. You grab onto his vest and jacket and slowly push it off his body as your kissing continues you. You sit up to pull your shirt off and he follows your lead. You also unclip your bra and toss it across the room. The minute your tits are exposed, Eddie’s greedy fingers move up from your waist to your already stiff nipples. They’re sensitive. The nimble tips of his fingers begin to circle the bud before he breaks the kiss he has with you. He moves his head down so he can attach his mouth to your left nipple. You throw your head back as his tongue flicks your bud around his mouth. 

“Fuck Ed-” You say craning your neck to look down at him. His eyes flick up at you as he notices you staring at him. The sight in front of you is enough to make you come. Eddie looking up at you with doe eyes while sucking on your tit is a sinful sight but you're grateful you’re seeing it. His eyes are mesmerizing. Large soft brown orbs focusing on you and your pleasure. You see him move his hand that was on your right tit, to readjust his jeans and the hard on that is begging to be touching. You lightly tug his hair as a sign to let him know to release your nipple. 

You move from underneath him and he then rests on his back, watching you like he’s in a haze not knowing what your next move may be. Your hand moves down to the strain in his pants, lightly petting it. He groans at the friction that is placed on his aching cock. You play with the button of his jeans until it’s undone and your fingers play with the zipper. Once it’s down you move your cold hand to touch the bulge in his boxers. This time he lets out a louder moan as you’re closer and closer to touching him raw. 

“Please touch me, just touch me.” You turn your head to him and pout. You grab the top of his jeans and pull them down past his legs. You then do the same thing with his boxers, however as his dick springs out you don’t touch it. You just let it stand there, throbbing and ready for someone to give it attention. Eddie has the back of his hand resting against his forehead and his other hand twitches, debating either he should touch it himself or not. “Please y/n, just do anything.” You move closer to his large member and place your tongue on the base. You slowly drag your tongue up it until you reach the head. You then place your mouth around his aching head and start bobbing your head. With what you can't fit into your mouth you jerk off with your hand. 

Now it’s Eddie’s turn to throw his head back against the pillows. He involuntarily lifts his hips up but cradles your head after as a form of apology. He lets out little whines and groans as his dick is starting to hit the back of your throat. You start to suck in your cheeks and Eddie grabs the sheets. 

“Y/n, y/n please I’m not ready to come yet.” You bob your head a few more times before you pop him out of your mouth. You jerk him off a few more times before you move up to where he’s sitting on the bed. He pulls you into his mouth for another hot and wet kiss before he breaks it again. He is now the one playing with the zipper of your pants, unzipping it at an antagonizing pace. You loose patience as you start to quickly pull down your pants until you’re left in your cotton panties with a little pink bow in the front. Eddie’s fingers start to play with you above the fabric. He looks down at your covered cunt then back to you, who was already looking at him. His fingers slowly circle your clit. He moves his hand from the fabric to your stomach and starts to slide them beneath the cotton. His raw cold fingers lightly touch your clit but your body is jerking up at the touch. He then moves them further down to collect the wetness that has been pooling in your pants since you entered his trailer. He moves his mouth to your ear.

“Tell me how much you want your pussy licked sweetheart.” God you couldn’t speak. No man you've ever been with was like this. No one was as perfect as Eddie. “Awe I guess she doesn't want me to suck on her little clit.” His words catch you by surprise but you then act on his words.

“No, no Eddie. Please, please, please lick me. I need it. I need you.” You beg against his neck. You feel him grin and then begins to move down onto the bed where you were minutes ago. His lips are centimeters away from your pussy and his fingers start to move the fabric to the side. He dips his tongue into the mess of your cunt. Immediately the tip of his tongue touches your clit and you’re moaning out while grabbing onto his hair for stability. He’s drooling against your cunt at the taste that is exploding on his tongue. 

“Fuck you taste so good.” He mumbles against your cunt. You groan happily as he continues his tasting of your cunt. His tongue moves between flicking your clit over and over again and giving it long licks. With each lick to your clit your body spasms with pleasure, building up a knot in your stomach that you’re certain with burst at any second. He then moves his right hand that has the rings on them up to your sopping entrance and starts to slide his pointer and middle finger in. The coldness of the metal sends shocks through your body. starts roughly fucking you on his fingers and your body is in heaven. You know you're gonna come soon and you grip Eddie’s forearm to signal to him that you are. He doesn’t stop his movements, this only encourages him to pound into your cunt faster and faster until the twig gets tighter and tighter before you grip his hair and lift your hips up with a jolt and you moan out loudly. 

Eddie pulls back and he looks to see his good work. Your chest is heaving up and down as you try to recover from the intense orgasm you just experienced. Eddie looks proud of himself as he moves back up to you with a cocky smile and his hand of your waist, already trying to be more of his fix. 

“You look so hot when you come on my fingers. Every time, it’s priceless.” You shake your head at him playfully. You know he's giving you a few more minutes to cool down but you don’t need it. You just need him. You connect his lips with yours again. He starts to move so he is hovering above you again. You feel his hard cock against your leg, silently begging you to let him fuck you. 

“Please Eddie, please fuck me.” You moan against his lips and he nods his head hastily.

He lines himself up with your entrance. He slowly pushes himself in causing both of you to gasp. He grabs onto your waist for stability as he continues to push himself until he’s bottoming out. Once he’s fully in you he starts to move his body with a slow rhythm as you wrap your legs around his torso. 

“Ed-Ed.” You manage to strangle out against the feeling of pure pleasure that is running through your body. He follows your lead by also letting out a spring of curses and your name in quiet pants. 

“Such a slut. You like getting fucked in an old dirty trailer don’t you?”

“Fuck Ed, yes” He also adds as he begins to pick up the pace of his fucking. You look at him. His face is fucked out as his eyes are closed in pleasure. His hair is a little sweaty as his hair sticks to his forehead. And he’s still wearing his stupid club shirt. He’s truly never looked hotter.

“You like getting fucked by the school freak don’t you.” You turn to him and shake your head.

“You’re not a freak ok Munson?” He grins at your loss to the battle.

“You think I want any other girl than you? Could never forget about this pussy. Could never get me to stop fucking your pretty pussy sweetheart.” His words are flustering your mind, sending you further and further down a pit of pleasure. How can this man be real? And fucking you so good?

He’s hitting every right stop inside of you until the knot of pleasure begins to slowly untie again. His pace don’t let up when he’s growing closer though. They don’t become sloppy or disorganized, they become stronger and faster. Like he’s trying to get himself and you closer to orgasm faster than anticipated and it feels so good. You then feel yourself clench around him, coming from the insane pleasure.

“God gonna come, where do you want me to come.” He says in response to the tight clench of your cunt. 

“Chest.” You’re barely able to get out after coming down the waves of your high. He pulls out suddenly and then starts jerking himself off at a quick pace. He still his moments and then throws his head back as you feel a warm sticky substance drip onto your tits. Eddie stays where he is on his knees for a second to catch his breath. He then takes off his shirt and starts to clean you off.

“Charming.” You snicker at his t-shirt being the item he decided to clean you off with. 

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things 4 #stranger things fanfiction #fan fiction

[dirtysvthoughts]

𝓟 𝓡 𝓘 𝓥 𝓐 𝓣 𝓔 𝓓 𝓐 𝓝 𝓒 𝓔 𝓡 - CHAPTER ONE

pairing: gang leader! soonyoung x stripper! reader

word count: 2.3k

general tags/warnings: smut, pwp, female! reader, mentions of violence, m*rder, and blood, stripper things, a steamy lap dance, reader gets fully nude, big dick! soonyoung, pet names (pretty girl, baby, etc.), reader falls for soonyoung, sex w/o condom (remember if they can’t wrap it, protect yourself please), kinda a slow burn for the start of the series!

playlist songs: everything you want - pap chanel, streets - doja cat, naughty girl - beyoncé

notes: ITS FINALLY HERE BABESSSS!! i’m so excited to share this series with y’all and i hope you enjoy it! <3 every chapter will include up to 3 songs inspired by the events of the story!

soonyoung sits alone in a dark corner of his faction’s warehouse, only a few spotlights illuminating their large meeting space - deep in thought. tonight, it was just him and his five most trusted guys, finishing what might’ve been their most difficult job yet.

soonyoung is the leader of one of the most infamous gangs in the region, known for their ruthless ways. they’ve murdered, gambled, brawled with other rival gangs. many of their incidents have ended in extremely close calls, with someone either near death or two steps away from handcuffs. but they didn’t care. this was they way of life they chose. anyone that dared come in their way, they eliminated them without hesitation.

“double check the duffel bags, and make sure not one bill is missing," soonyoung says as he gets up, going to wash away the rest of the blood remnants from his hand. their job tonight was taking out another gang’s higher ups, they and they put up a hell of a fight. soonyoung genuinely wondered if the close calls he got in that knife fight were even worth they amount of money they were promised. “i swear to god if he fucks up my income again, that’s his ass,” he grumbles, hoping that this would be over with faster than he thought.

when he finishes, he approaches the table where the rest of his comrades were. “well?” he says, watching one of the guys as he puts the last stack of paper through the money counter, the familiar sound of cash rustling through the machine.

“that’s it - all $40,000 from tonight’s job, boss,” one of the guys say, wiping his forehead, hissing when he brushes against a slight gash. soonyoung smiles for probably the first time all day, relieved that finally, he could get to do what he wanted to do.

“alright boys, gather up the bags and shut all of this shit down - i got the perfect place for us to spend some of this cash,” he presses a button opening a garage door as he walks out first, heading to a black suv.

——

“club illusion?” another one of his guys say as they pull into the club’s parking lot, viewing the neon purple and green signs. “not to question you soonyoung, but why here?”

he rolls his eyes and scoffs i’m the passenger seat, surprised at how not everyone was connecting the dots. “word is, they have the best and prettiest dancers here, and they might have some dealers here, heard they have the strongest shit too..” soonyoung says as he jumps out the car, fixing his jacket as he walks forward, everyone else exiting the car packing around him for protection.

the group walks past everyone in the long line, complaints and shouting starting to get louder the further they reached the entrance. but before soonyoung can sneakily bypass to get inside, one of the bodyguards stops them.

“yo, i’m pretty sure you see this line - what makes your think that you’re better than everyone else?” soonyoung smirks as he shows the patches on his jacket, signifying his affiliation and ranking. the guard’s eyes widen for a second, but he slips back into his demeanor.

“listen,” he says in a low tone for only him and the guard to hear, “i’ve had a long day, and i would really like to relax.. and you don’t wanna see me not relaxed,” the guard glances at the other men, meeting their menacing stares, and looks back at soonyoung.

“drop your weapons in the bin,” the guard says. soonyoung places his hand on the guard shoulders, smirking at him as he walks past. “wise choice,” he says as he drops his knife in the bin, the others following suites, chuckling as they walk past, some of them flicking him off.

—-

blue stage lights flood the club’s main floor as people sit on the tables and lounges, dancers in skimpy outfits, twirling on the poles and shaking their asses to the heavy bass. cash scatters some of the stage platforms, dancers teasing their audience by sexily covering themselves with it. the air smells hazy, a tinge of weed lingering in the atmosphere.

“forget i questioned you boss - we definitely needed to come here tonight,” he smiles, nodding his head at a dancer he made eye contact with. “i’m not leaving until i fucked one of these girls and have them screaming my name,” he says starting to drift away from the others.

“you guys are free to go where you want,” soonyoung says, eyeing his surroundings quickly. “if you run into any body, let me know and i’ll handle it.”

as the guys separate, soonyoung walks forward, observing the sights around him. as his mind takes it all in, the dj drops a beat and comes back on the mic.

“what’s up, club illusion!” the dj yells and the crowd responds appropriately. “we got some great dancers in the building and they got bills to pay, so show ‘em some love!” the audience cheers and more people continue to toss their cash on the stages.

“now coming to the main stage, one of club illusion’s sexiest, seductive dancers - welcome to the main stage, ms. sageeeeee!!” the crowd screams wildly as the lights dim and they focus on the main stage, soonyoung’s eyes immediately taking what was in front of him.

the music starts, the familiar “oohing” of the streets silhouette remix playing with through the speakers.

and that’s when he sees you.

you confidently strut on stage, your black, glossy 8 inch pleasers striding one in front of the other, your strappy black bodysuit practically exposing all of your backside. once you reach the pole, you roll your head to the right and slide your hand up your body.

“put your head on my shoul-” the music switches and you go into a side spin, the crowd continuing to go crazy as you transition and hold a pose upside down.

as the song progresses and come to end, soonyoung can’t your eyes off you for one second. he’s enamored by you - your movement, your presence, not to mention how sexy you looked in that barely-there bodysuit. you strike a final pose on the pole as the music fades. the audience continues to scream, bills covering the front of the stage.

after holding for a few seconds, you transition off the pole and gather your money, one of the bodyguards helping you down the steps when you’ve finished.

and that’s when you notice him.

from across the room, he looked like just another man in the club, but close up, you couldn’t deny how hot you felt when your eyes met each other’s. his all-black fit from his distressed jeans to his oversized jacket, his height, his black hair - he looked too good to be true.

as you begin to part ways, you wave and wink at him, hoping you caught his attention. he smirks at you, letting him know that the message was received. you blush inwardly as you turn back around, praying that he would at least rent out a section on the main floor, if not a v.i.p. room.

——

as soon enter the dressing rooms backstage, you’re met with showering compliments from some of the other dancers. you thank as many as you can as you reach your spot, freshening up in case you get called back again.

as you scroll through your social media after a few minutes, one of the bottle girls comes in to the room and approaches you. “sage!” she calls you, your head snapping up to meet her eyes. “oh hey, min! what’s up?” you say putting your phone down.

“there’s some guy that keeps asking for you in one of the vip rooms, he looks kinda cute too,” she smiles nudging at your shoulder. “you better hop on that before someone else does,” she walks away heading back with her empty tray. you pause and think before you finally make a decision.

“wait, min - which room is it?”

“should be room 3!” min winks at you before going back to the main floor.

—

you’re never nervous about vip room experiences. so why now? why do you feel like your heart is about to burst out of your chest?

you’re embarrassed at your conflicting emotions. never once has a customer gotten you flustered. but then again, your customers don’t usually have an air of mystery and attraction hanging over them.

you breath out a huge, but silent sigh and pull yourself together. no matter how attractive the man downstairs was, he wasn’t gonna start making your falter.

you push the curtains away as you enter the dimly lit room, silently thanking the gods that min’s guess was right. there he was, sitting on the couch across from the pole platform. his eyes were on his phone, but now they’re completely focused on you. even closer, he still had you writhing. how could one human being look so insanely hot?

“so, you’re the man from the main floor,” you twirled your hair strands, smiling at him, walking toward him with your left arm crossed against your chest. “i heard you requested me by name. no one’s ever really done that before here,” you now are in front of him, getting dangerously closer to each other’s bodies.

“well they should more often, baby,” he says as he runs his fingers through his hair. “you’re too fucking phenomenal not to be called out by name.”

if you weren’t flustered earlier, you were definitely flustered now, desperately making sure it wasn’t showing on your face.

“speaking of names, you now know mine,” you sit next to and face him on the couch, crossing your legs. “but i don’t know yours.”

“soonyoung.”

“soonyoung,” you repeat, smiling to yourself. “i like that.”

“well soonyoung,” you say getting up from the couch, standing in front of him, slotting a leg between his. “i don’t normally give my customers choices, but i like you. do you wanna see me on the pole again? or would you rather you and i get a little closer?” you say as his hands begin to touch your body.

“i think you know where i wanna go with you,” he caresses your cheek, “i wanna see you dance on me, for me, pretty girl.”

—-—

your back faces his chest as you grind into him, his hands simultaneously roaming your thighs and playing with the straps of your bodysuit. beyoncé’s naughty girl plays through the speakers, your waist rolling in rhythm to the music.

you push your ass further on him, making sure you can feel all of him as he gets harder under your touch. “you know you can take it off right?” you say as you turn your neck toward his face. “in fact, why don’t you take it off for me?” you bite your lip hard as his hands reach further up, fondling your breasts.

after some time, he does as you ask, slowly taking off your bodysuit. you help him out as the material goes down your legs, and once it’s fully off, you toss to the front of the room.

“you’re so gorgeous,” he groans as he traces your folds, and it takes everything in you not to moan out loud. instead you muster a sigh as you turn around to have your body face front.

“if i told you i wanted to fuck you, right here in this position, how much would it cost me?” he places his hand near his jeans, hoping you were feeling the same way he did.

you pause to think about your options. “mmm, $500 sounds good to me.”

without hesitation, he pulls out a large wad of cash, thumbing through the bills and giving you a little bit more than $500. you swear he read your mind because before you can even ask, he opens his mouth.

“think of it as a nice tip,” he winks at you as you stuff the bills in your heels.

you slowly bring him in a kiss. he separates from you first, but you quickly bring him back in, kissing him with more fever. he unbuttons his jeans, zipping them down as his boxers come into view. you think you’re ready, but you’re still visibly stunned when he pulls his dick out. his thick length and veins on full display.

“damn, soonyoung,” you say biting your lip, nearly drooling. “you’ve definitely proved you have big dick energy.”

he laughs as he starts to pump himself for you, more pre cum beginning to gather at his tip. once he’s finished, he beckons you with his finger.

“make me feel good, my pretty girl,” he says as you sink down on him, both of you groaning out at the same time.

“sh-shit, soonyoung, fuck!” you hiss, holding onto his broad shoulders. “you’re so big and i feel so full,” you feel like you might cum already with his he was sheathed inside you.

when he finally starts moving, you feel like you’re seeing stars. the way he pounds into you, you can feel the coil in your stomach get tighter. after a few more minutes of him penetrating and you moaning soonyoung’s name, you finally feel it.

“o-oh, soonyoung, ‘m gettin’ close, shit, ‘m cl-clo, ah!” you nearly scream as you come all over his lower half, part of your juices on his black denim.

“well, uh,” you giggle, looking down at him. “that was something,” you brush your hair away from your face, finally looking in his direction. he smiles back at you, putting his dick back in his pants.

you pull each other for one last kiss, wanting to feel his touch just one more time.

“something tells me that it might be a minute before i see you again.”

“you never know, pretty girl. yeah i have busy job, but i can definitely make the time for you.”

#seventeen smut #svt smut #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #seventeen fanfic #svt fanfic #soonyoung smut #hoshi smut #hoshi scenarios #soonyoung scenarios #soonyoung imagines #hoshi imagines #soonyoung fanfic #hoshi fanfic #dsvtt: private dancer #dsvtt: kenny’s works

[y0urm4m]

“SUPERMAN”

Warnings:unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it 😮‍💨),car sex,semi public,smut,hook ups,swearing, alcohol usage,drug use,arguing, mentions of threesome, name calling ‘slut,baby’, mentions of vomit!

My entry for the writers comp by: @annamcdonalds67 (honestly was super fun to join in and do this so thanks for making the comp)

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Chris pov:

“Yo, pass me my lighter.” I told the girl next to me. She rolled her eyes passing me the lighter. The other girl sitting up grabbing her clothes.

“Right I’m heading out.” I mumbled, the two girls looking at each other before one of them spoke up. “He’ll come running back when he’s fed up with the next one, don’t worry Celina.” The blonde one spoke now scrolling her phone. “Of course he will, he always does.” Celina added.

I shook my head walking out. How can she say that when they were the ones begging me to fuck them, I laughed to myself at the thought as I pulled out the drive way.

— My phone buzzed. Jenna, what does he want. I broke it off with her weeks ago, she was so determined to stay I practically had to push her out my apartment. “What do you want jenna?” I mumbled puffing from the lit joint in my hand. “Hey Chris, am I gonna see you at the party tonight.” She giggled. I almost choked on smoke. “Yeah, but I ain’t there for you. So don’t be expecting anything.” I spat, ending the phone. I wasn’t going to not go cause she was there, I just had to stay away from her.

Reader pov:

I huffed looking down at my empty rolling box. My dealer was currently out of town, doing god knows what and I was currently completely out of weed.

I decided to call up Sydney to see if she had any other dealers. I clicked on her contact listening to the ring, “what’s up y/n.” She spoke. “Do y’know any possible dealers around town at the minute? I ran out.” I asked biting on my nails. I heard her huff through the phone. “I don’t know any dealers but there is Chris he always has some on him, I’ll send you his number one sec.” She replied sighing. “Alright, thanks.” I said smiling. “No problem girl, anyways I’ve got something to do bye love you.” She said. “Oh alright, love you too.” I replied ending the phone.

— I stared down at my phone, Chris’ number on my screen. It was only for some weed it should be fine I mumbled to myself and began typing.

:Sydney told me you could possibly hit me up with some weed?

:Uhm let me check how much I’ve got and I’ll get back to you

I rolled my eyes tapping my hand on the kitchen counter awaiting a reply. I was sat for around 15 minutes before I heard my phone buzz, I whipped my phone up to see what this Chris dude said.

:I have some spare but the only place I can meet is at this party I’m supposed to be at

:Oh I suppose I can meet there depending on where and what time

:It starts at like 9 or something I’ll just send the info I got sent

I chewed at my cheek looking at the address Chris had just sent me. Not much else I could do except go and hope I didn’t get mugged when I got there.

:I’ll be there

:alright lmk when you turn up

— I sighed finishing the last of my eyeliner and slipped my shoes on, heading towards the door. This was it I would just grab the weed and go home.

The whole drive there I was full of worry, until i was outside the house.

Just a classic house party, the uneasy feeling washed away. I headed up to the door walking past people already drunk out their mind, moving back as someone threw up right in-front of my feet. “Watch out!” I said pushing the drunk man back, rolling my eyes as I walked past him.

:you here yet

:yeah I’m near the front door

I was stood at the door awkwardly until I felt a pair of eyes burning into the back of my head. I turned around my gaze reaching a pare of blue eyes. I’m guessing this was Chris. I walked up to him.

“Are you Chris?” I asked, looking up at him. He looked me up and down, raising an eyebrow. “You’re who was messaging me about weed.” He chuckled. “Does that surprise you orr.” I replied looking confused. “Don’t worry about it, anyways you wanna smoke some with me now? Or you just going to leave?” He said sucking on his teeth.

I could either smoke with Chris or I could go home smoke and sleep. I guess I didn’t come here for nothing. “I guess I could stay a little longer.” I said smiling. “Alright, the only place I usually smoke is in the bathroom so follow me.” He said walking off, i just followed like a lost sheep.

— There me and Chris sat passing a zoot back and forth. Whatever strain Chris had, I’d never had before and it was strong. Although I wasn’t complaining.

“What is this shit, I’ve never had it but it hits the spot.” I giggled, looking at Chris. “It’s called gorilla glue.” He replied twirling the joint sat between his finger tips.

Our conversation was cut short as the bathroom door was practically slammed open. “There you are chrisss.” The girl slurred, as I grabbed her shoulders before she could slip over the bath mat. I raised an eyebrow at Chris, he rolled his eyes. “Jenna what the fuck are you doing?” He asked furrowing his eyebrows. She turned her head to the side looking at him, he shook his head. “I’m going to get a drink, I’ll just leave you two for a second.” I said slipping past the two of them heading straight for the drinks. I was not going to get involved with whatever was happening.

Shortly after I had left, I saw Chris walking up to me. But before he could get right up to me, another girl started speaking to him. What’s up with him and these girls. I watched him shake his head at them and walk over towards me. “You alright?” He asked looking down at me before grabbing a bottle of Jack that was next to us. “Uh yeah I’m all good.” I replied drinking the rest of my drink, squinting my eyes to look at the girls that were talking to Chris prior.

— “You wanna smoke another?” Chris asked motioning another joint towards me. I nodded slipping off the kitchen stool, pushing past drunk people dancing.

We sat outside this time sitting on the steps, I took a hit from the joint slowly making tiny o’s as I exhaled. This time the high hit even harder as there was now alcohol in my system.

“You high baby?” Chris chuckled, I didn’t even take time to process the nickname. “Yea.” I answered giggling, but after the thought of the way Chris had said the nickname it had my thighs clenching together for some sort of friction. Chris seemed to take notice of the way a reacted. “Yeah?” He spoke softly as I felt his hand start to make small circles on my thigh.

I felt a rush of confidence rush through my body as the words left my mouth. “We should take this back my place.” I said looking up at Chris through my doe eyes. His eyes shone with lust, “I don’t think you understand what you’re asking right now.” He chuckled,

And with that I was on my way to my house with someone I met not even 5 hours ago. We were sat in the car, Chris driving. His hand on my thigh once again. “Chris talk to me.” I whined. “You want me to tell you something?” He replied chuckling once again. “Uh huh.” I licked my chapped lips. “I know what you wanna hear.” He said taking a u turn pulling into an empty car park.

And there I found myself in the back of Chris’ car, sat on his lap. His hands rested around my waist as I pulled his lips into mine.

His lips parted slightly, allowing my tongue to slip inside. As one of his hands made its way to my ass squeezing it roughly.

I pulled back, grabbing the bottom of his top. “Fuck, you’re a desperate slut aren’t you.” He mumbled his head now rested in the crook of my neck. I hummed pulling his shirt over his head chucking it next to us.

— Chris began pulling my top off, my tits on full display. “No bra.” He said raising his eyebrow,a harsh breath left my lips as I felt his breath on my hardened nipple. He looked up at me. “This okay?” He asked. I nodded. “Words y/n.”he added sternly. “Yeah it’s fine.” I replied moving forward on his lap for some sort of friction. He grabbed my hips. “Patience,” He grumbled, flipping us over him now towering above me.

He looked down at my skirt, as if to ask for permission. I nodded my face flushing pink as he began pulling my skirt down. I pushed my hips up helping him take it off, my lacy underwear now on show. He smirked at the sight of my underwear, “This all for me.” He chuckled his eyes full of desire as he began to unzip his cargos and pull down his boxers with.

I reached my hands up to help pull them down, out of desire for immediate sexual relief.

“Fuck, so impatient.” He muttered shaking his head.

Finally pulling down the rest of his clothes, he smiled down at me. He was big, and I wasn’t even the slightest bit surprised.

He then pushed my panties to the side, running his fingertips over my clit making tiny circles before inserting his middle and ring finger inside me. “Fuck, Chris.” I gasped at the feeling of his fingers stretching me out.

He sped up, curling his fingers inside of me reaching places I didn’t even know existed. I let out a high pitched moan and the immediate pleasure flowing through out my body as Chris placed his other hand on my lower abdomen. “Shit.. Chris I’m close.” I whimpered at the feeling of the knot forming in my stomach. “No you’re not, you can wait to come on my cock.” He spat, pulling his fingers out of me. I whined at the loss of contact, but before I could begin to complain Chris’ hand was in-front of my mouth. “Spit.” He demanded. I collected the saliva around my mouth, spitting in his palm, a small grunt leave his lips.

He then used the spit as lubricant, pumping his dick a few times. “You sure you want this?” He asked, his other hand tucking the loose hairs behind my ears. “Yes.” I breathed out. He nodded moving the tip of his dick in-front of my entrance, slowly burring himself inside of me.

I hissed in pain at the stretch, as Chris began thrusting into me. “Fuck your so tight baby.” He groaned burying his face in the crook of my neck, my hands pushing through his brown locks of hair. His thrusts speeding up. The car windows fogging up, the only things heard were skin slapping and groans and moans slipping out of mine and Chris’ lips.

Suddenly Chris pulled me up by my waist, now I sat on his lap. His eyes still on mine, watching me as i pushed my hips up slowly sinking back down on his dick. “Fuck, Chris.” I moaned out. A Loud groan falling from his lips in return. His hands making their way back to my waist squeezing the flesh. I then began raising my hips and slowly sinking back down but it seemed as if Chris had other plans. Just as i began moving my hips back down, his hips jutted up thrusting into me causing me to let out a loud whimper. “You like, you dirty little slut.” He growled, squeezing the flesh on my hips even harder. There was definitely going to be bruises there tomorrow, no doubt about it.

“Fuck, Chris don’t stop.” I moaned, the knot in my stomach forming once again. “Yeah, you’re close aren’t you. I can fucking feel you clenching around me.” He grunted. I began toppling over, shockwaves of ecstasy rushing through my body as i came but Chris didn’t stop. He was trying to chase his own high now, i could tell he was close by the way his cock kept twitching inside of me.

He let out a loud groan slightly croaking out my name, as he shot ribbons of white inside my walls. I sighed. blissed out and out of breath.

— “ So am i dropping you home then.” He muttered pulling his boxers and cargos back up. I nodded slipping my clothes back on, looking down at my phone. Multiple missed calls and messages from Sydney. Shit she must be worried sick.

I had finally made it home, Chris dropping me off and driving away. I waved at the car, slipping into the front door, taking my shoes off and looked at my face in the mirror. The makeup I had put on before I left looked practically non-existent, my hair looked like a birds nest and my eyes looked as red as a tomato.

I brushed my hand through my hair sighing and taking time to recollect what had just happened. I just had sex with someone I hadn’t met even a day ago, what the fuck. I looked down at my phone, maybe Chris would have messaged me or something. Nothing, absolutely nothing.

I decided why don’t I message him instead. For 10 minutes I sat staring at the keyboard, my finger tips hovering the screen before I started typing.

:hey I hope you made it home safe

:yea I made it home fine

:good, we should see each other again some time

:yeah just hit me up when you need more

Oh. I didn’t mean about drugs of any sort, I genuinely wanted to see him again.

:That’s not really want I was talking about but yeah I will do

I guess I got the wrong intentions about what happened.

Read

Did he really just leave me on read. I sighed messaging Sydney but before I could send the message she was already calling me. “You fucked up girl, like bad.” She spoke as I could hear shouting in the background. “What do you mean? And what is going on in the back.” I asked my eyes widening as she spoke. “Well everyone knows you fucked Chris for one, and two I’ve got Jenna screaming in my face right now because of your actions tonight.” She muttered down the phone.

Jenna the drunk girl that I stopped from falling over, is now bitching about me. “I’m not the only girl he’s fucked since they broke up, anyways he literally left me on read so she can stop whining,” I replied rolling my eyes. “But I’ll call Chris and get him to sort her out, bye.” I mumbled, ending the phone and calling Chris.

“Chris you need to sort your little ex girlfriend out, cause she’s whining to Sydney about what happened earlier.” I said filing my nails. “Not my problem.” He spoke his mouth obviously full of food as it sounded like a mumble. “Chris fuck you, literally an hour ago you was moaning and groaning my name.” I spat, my blood boiling as he spoke. “Can’t get pissed off now, you was the one all over me ma.” He replied. My eyes widened at that sentence. “Y’know what actually kiss my ass Chris, I’m going to Sydney’s to sort your ex out and I swear down if you don’t come and at least pick her up I’ll drop her outside your front door and you can deal with her inside your house.” I spat through the phone ending it.

— I eventually turned up to see Sydney and Jenna outside, Jenna still crying and shouting. I strutted over, Jenna’s face dropping when she saw me. “What the fuck is she doing here.” She spat, her face full of disgust. “I’m here to sort this shit out, Chris is also on the way.” I said looking at Sydney who stood in her dressing gown. I felt bad for all the shit I’d caused tonight because of Chris.

My attention drifted to the sound of a car pulling up, Chris’ car to be in fact. He slipped out the car, joint in hand. I shook my head looking at him. “You gonna sort ‘your girl’ out!” I shouted at him, Jenna still going off. He shrugged looking down at Jenna, who was now sat on the floor, her makeup was also non existent.

“Chris you actually need to sort this whole situation out, playing around with girls and leaving them like this.” Sydney spoke joining Jenna on the floor. “I don’t even know why she’s being like this we broke up.” He shrugged once again. “Chris- I guess that’s what you think- but you didn’t even tell me you wanted to break up you just told me to leave.” Jenna slurred resting her head on Sydney’s shoulder. “What can I say, bitches they come and go.” He shrugged, finishing the joint and throwing the bud on the floor squishing it down with his shoe.

My eyebrows raised at the derogatory reply Chris had. “Really Chris, you have no respect do you.” I spat, folding my arms. “He wasn’t always like that Y’know,” Sydney piped in. “He isn’t the Chris I met 2 years ago, the Chris I knew wasn’t a drug dealer or a ‘fuck boy’. This was before he met Jenna, I don’t even know what happened to be honest.”

Chris’ face dropped as he walked over to Jenna. “Come on Jenna, I’ll drop you home.” He sighed, looking down at the drunk girl.

Sydney stood up, walking over to me. “Do you just want to come in? It’s late as shit, you can just go home tomorrow.” She asked, tightening her dressing gown. I nodded, before turning to look back at Chris and Jenna, Jenna quickly hunching over vomiting on Chris’ shoes. “Shit!” He shouted jumping back a bit. “I’m sorry Chris.” She mumbled standing up and walking over to Chris’ car. “I’ll see you later Chris.” Sydney spoke, as she walked inside. I looked back at Chris shaking my head before walking inside Sydney’s place. Leaving Chris who was trying to get vomit off his trainers and Jenna who had already fallen asleep in the car.

Chris pov:

I sighed, turning the corner to drop Jenna home. The comment Sydney had said earlier replaying in my head.

‘He isn’t the Chris I met 2 years ago, the Chris I knew wasn’t a drug dealer or a ‘fuck boy’. This was before he met Jenna, I don’t even know what happened to be honest.’

She was right though, I wasn’t always like this. I was in the wrong group of friends before I met Jenna or y/n or any of the girls I’d slept with in fact. The group of friends I was in was the reason I am how I am, the reason I do the drugs I do and the reason I’m like this. But I can’t really blame them for how shitty I treat people, I usually go home recollect what had happened that day and smoke my life away.

Flash back:

“Yo Chris try some of this!” Nathaniel shouted to me jogging over. A joint, I’d never had any sort of drug before. “I uh- I don’t know- I don’t smoke.” I said looking down at my feet. “Awh c’mon man don’t be a party pooper.” Leonard piped in throwing his arm around my shoulder. I bit my cheek looking at Nathaniel take a puff from the joint. “I guess I could try it.” I sighed, Nathaniel handing me it.

I gulped, brining it in between my lips. Taking a big toke, I could feel my chest tighten as I exhaled. Almost coughing my guts up, everyone around me laughing at my reaction.

End of flash back:

I remember sitting by myself for the rest of the night but the next time they offered I took it once again, my main priority was to prove I could smoke.

But then when I began smoking, then came all the girls wanting to hook up with me. At first I would refuse and say no as I had a girlfriend, my first girlfriend ever. Although that didn’t go to plan as I walked in on her fucking Nathaniel, that’s when I had stopped being friends with that group but the bad habits didn’t stop. I just became worse and what i guess you could call a drug addict and a piece of shit.

If I could warn my younger self of all the horrible people and stuff awaiting him in the future I would, I’d tell him it’s not about ‘popularity’ or even ‘having a girlfriend’ and to have fun to a certain extent whilst he can.

I’ve caused a lot of drama in the past but tonight I just wanted to wake up and it be a dream. Y/n was a genuinely nice person and I feel shit for fucking her over, Sydney was done with all the drama and Jenna, she needed an apology, sleep and aspirin for when she woke up.

Once I had made it to Jenna’s place, i helped her inside. And placed some aspirin I had found in the glove box, on her side sighing as I left.

I slid into the drivers seat pulling out my phone, calling Sydney and apologising. “I’m sorry for all the shit tonight Syd.” I spoke rubbing my hand over my face. “It’s not just me you need To apologise to chris did you just forget about y/n.” She sighed through the phone. “I was going to call her after.” I replied, still sat outside Jenna’s house. “Well maybe you should call her now Chris, I’m gonna go bye.” She muttered ending the phone.

I drove to my apartment before calling y/n so she had all my attention.

I clicked on her contact, calling her. “What do you want Chris?” She asked. “I just wanted to apologise for everything earlier and for leaving you on read.” I spoke, biting my cheek. “It’s fine Chris, i understand it’s how you ‘roll’ now.” She replied. “Also maybe if you were still up for it I could take you out to make up for today?” I asked,rocking my knee. “I don’t know Chris after what happened tonight.” She sighed as I could taste blood from how much I was biting on my cheek. “I shouldn’t have asked it’s fine, after tonight it’s understandable.” I said as she said something inaudible to Sydney. “Y’know what, why not Chris.” She added. “Alr-” I began speaking but she butted in. “But one thing, you have to stop messing around with these girls it’s unfair. I’m not going to get involved with the whole drug situation as I can’t say much myself but messing around with girls is a no go.”

“I promise I’ll stop fucking around with girls.” I replied smiling slightly. I didn’t expect her to say yes to be honest because of everything that happened. “Right I’ll speak to you tomorrow Chris, I need sleep after everything that’s happened today.” She muttered, I chuckled slightly. “Alright, night I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” I replied ending the phone.

That night I made a promise, a promise I never broke and never would break.

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A/N: The enddd, this took foreverrr to write. Honestly don’t know how to feel about it but it was fun to write. Anyways hope you enjoyed — hugs and kisses Gracie 💋

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[bueckerssturns]

dangerous women

matt x fem! latina! reader

warnings: drug deals, guns, car races mentions of injuries.

1

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matt’s pov:

it’s been a few weeks since i started working for y/n it’s nothing like i imagined i usually would get my orders from marcos her assistant it was rare getting orders from her, you’d be considered lucky if you got orders from her personally.

working for her was not like i’d imagined and i didn’t have a specific schedule of when to clock in or out it was basically getting a call to go to a certain location to pick up or drop things off.

but today was not like any other day, today i was requested to drive y/n to a hotel for an event, it was a fancy event meaning i had to wear a white button up shirt and black pants.

looking at the time i noticed i should start heading out to go pick her up. walking down i grabbed my keys next to the door.

“where are you going?” asked nick as he came out of the kitchen with a sandwich “work.” i replied not wanting to get questioned by my older brother “dressed like that? i don’t think so” exclaimed chris coming up the stairs “look im late i have to go” i scoffed heading out to the car.

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“okay, before we go in i’m telling you now don’t speak unless you’re asked, don’t make eye contact with anyone, if i tell you to leave me alone with anyone do it.” she spoke as we were walking towards the entrance of the hotel “what? why do i have to leave you alone can’t i just stay there with you?” i questioned “oh matthew don’t ever question my ways of running these deals” she said as she kissed my cheek and walked inside.

god, she going to kill me one of these days. following after her around the venue i would keep my distance until she would call me over, that was until she looked extremely uncomfortable with one of the guys she was doing deals with i looked at her more frequently to make sure if i should stay here or go towards them until i saw her dress slightly move up to reveal a dagger hiding behind the fabric, that’s when i knew she had everything under control.

or so i thought he would look at her like she was just an object and i did not like that at all, i just stayed slightly away from them waiting for a glance of help, that’s when i saw it she was giving me signals with her hand. as i walked towards them the guy in front of her looked at me making her look at me.

“hey babe where were you?” she asked looking up at me with pleading eyes to help her out “i was talking to one of your clients honey, who’s this?” i asked facing the man who was giving me a dirty look “this is william, hopefully an upcoming client for my company” she said as she motioned to the man in front of us.

“that’s good, so william do you think you’d be a good fit for my fiancés company? i mean she takes her job very seriously and i want nothing but the best for her” she looked at me in shock but waited for his response “i certainly do think i’d be a good client for her company” he said confidently “well that’s what you think but at the end of the day it’s what i decide” she exclaimed

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as the night went on she kept talking with people getting to know them or whatever dealers do at these events. like last time i kept my distance letting her do her job, at the other side of the venue gun shots were heard followed by panic screaming.

“where the hell is y/n blanco!” a man in all black shouted looking around i was pulled out of my thoughts by y/n grabbing my arm and running to the door “you have the car keys right?” she asked as we kept running bumping to others trying to escape as well “yea?” i replied slightly out of breath as we approached our car.

once we got into the car gunshots were being fired at it without a second thought i started speeding off towards the gates of the hotel.

“who the fuck is that!?” i asked while looking at the rearview mirror at the black SUV following us “if i’m not mistaken it’s this guy i sorta had a contract with but i broke it since the things in that stupid contract didn’t make sense making his company go bankrupt” she mumbled out of breath.

“so now he’s trying to kill us?!” i exclaimed looking at her then back to the road “not if i kill them first” she said unbuckling her seatbelt and grabbing a gun from underneath her dress, where the fuck was she hiding that gun? “now matt do you trust me?” she asked slightly facing me with a straight face gun in hand i looked at her with a panicked expression my eyes switching between her face and the road, “WHAT?” i slightly raised my voice in panic “what do you mean if i trust you?” “matt. do. you. trust. me?” she repeated her words now more stern than last time “yes i trust you but what the fuck are you planning!?”

my question was answered by her rolling down the window half of her body was out while shooting at one of the cars behind us, gunshots now being fired from both cars, she got the tires of one car making them swerve off the road, another car taking their place and shooting at us again.

“FUCK!” i hear her exclaimed from next to me “what? are you okay?” i asked her switching my view from the road to her getting back into the car “yea, just a bullet scraped my arm, but there two more cars i need to get rid of!” she replied opening the sun roof of the vehicle and getting into position to shoot at the vehicle chasing us.

“y/n what the fuck are you doing get down here!” “matt chill this isn’t the first time i’ve done this i got it” she sighed as she kept shooting at the car, shortly after she came back down with a smile on her face “got the driver!” she laughed making me look at the rearview mirror to see the driver swerving to the side making the car flip over. “shit there’s still one more!” i exclaimed as i swerved into another route.

“matt this isn’t the way back to warehouse!” she muttered “yea i know we’re being followed remember? i’d be stupid to lead them back there” i laughed.

“okay this car is slightly leaning more on your side so i’d have to do something..” she says softly “what?” i asked not looking at her “ill have to slightly get on top of you it’s okay if not ill find another way!” she rambled “do whatever you have to do to get these last guys off our backs” as soon as i finished my sentence i felt her move towards me slightly straddling my lap to start shooting at the last guys.

in three minutes the car behind us was flipping over and she was going back to her seat “done! now let’s get back to the warehouse” she exclaimed out of breath.

once at the warehouse she got out of the car walking inside, once i got out i looked at the car “what the fuck?” i mumbled seeing there wasn’t a single scratch on it “they’re bulletproof” explained y/n from the door of the warehouse. “wow” i silently laughed making my way to her “how’s your arm?” i asked slowly grabbing it to get a better look at it “it’s better it hurts tho” “where is the first aid kit?” i asked taking her back inside “it’s in the bathroom under the sink” she replied taking a seat on the couch.

grabbing the first aid kit i made my way towards her and kneeling down “this is going to hurt” i looked at her while dabbling some rubbing alcohol on a cotton pad then cleaning her wound.

she winced once the pad made contact with her arm “sorry” i mumbled focusing on cleaning her wound up then wrapping it up with bandages “and done!” i said getting up from my kneeling position and examining her arm then her face, she was already looking up at me, we made eye contact for a brief moment before i saw her eyes flick down to my lips.

shit.

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chapter two done this one took a while but i finished it its slightly edited so i’ll go into more depth later hopefully yall enjoyed this one 😍

byeee

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[heavyhitterheaux]

Sentence concept (dad Jack):

“Don’t make me tell Dad”

"Oh, fuck.” Axel muttered as he assessed the damage on your newly upgraded G Wagon that you had originally gotten for a push gift for Nova from Jack.

“Dad is going to be so pissed. He literally picked it up for mommy this afternoon.” Autumn replied as she noticed the huge scratch and dent on it.

“I just tapped the barrier! How is it dented!?” Axel exclaimed while throwing his hands up in disbelief.

“Maybe they won't notice?”

“Autumn, please tell me you didn't just say that.”

“Well, you have to come clean because you were the one driving.”

“I….”

“Don't make me tell dad.”

“You play the role of the annoying ass little sister a little too well sometimes.”

“I take that as a compliment.”

The two of them made their way back home and Axel parked your car back in the garage and prayed that you didn't drive it until he was able to talk to Anthony's dad to fix it since he was a mechanic.

When 8 AM hit, Axel heard his father's booming voice and knew he was in trouble.

“AXEL WYATT HARLOW. GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE NOW.”

Axel made his way to the living room to see Jack red in the face and Autumn looking guilty.

‘Sorry big brother.’ She mouthed towards him and all he did was sigh.

“Bye Autumn.” Jack said and she immediately started to protest until he gave her a look.

“Um, I'll be going now.”

“So, you want to explain to me why there is a big dent and a scratch the size of Texas on your mom's G Wagon that I just got upgraded and picked up from the dealer yesterday to surprise her?”

“Umm”

“It's no time for that. And you took your sister and neither of you actually have a license and only a permit? Do you know how dangerous that was?”

“We were coming right back!”

“You can stop with the excuses. You know better than that.”

“I'm sorry.”

“The two of you seriously could have gotten hurt. And then what?”

“Are you going to tell mom?” Axel asked and right on cue, you came in the door.

“Tell me what babes?” You asked and his eyes went wide. You kissed Jack before coming over and hugging Axel as you kissed his cheek. You were back a day early from Atlanta and Axel knew he would be grounded for the rest of his life.

“Uh….”

“Axel and Autumn took your car that I just upgraded for a joy ride last night and dented and scratched it.”

“AXEL!”

“I….”

“With no license. So, Ax along with Autumn is going to use their allowance money every month to get it fixed and I'm not budging. No video games. No going out with your friends and I have to decide if I'll let you play soccer or not.”

“Axel, babe. You understand why we're upset, right?” You asked and all he did was nod.

“You and your sister could have gotten hurt and that is the last thing we want. You not only put yourself in harm's way, but her too.”

“You're her big brother so I expected more from you.” Jack added as Axel was looking down at his feet.

“I know.”

“Ax, we almost lost you when you were a baby so this gave me flashbacks. You cannot do reckless things likw this." Jack quietly said and you simply nodded agreeing with him.

Now, he immediately felt guilty.

“Anytime you want to go out driving, we will take you but this cannot happen again. Cars can be replaced, the two of you can't.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You can go back upstairs.”

That now left the two of you and Jack could tell you were visibly getting upset.

“Baby, I know where your mind is going but they're both okay.” He said as he brought you into a hug.

“I cannot take the thought of something happening to them.”

“I know. But we aren't focusing on that. We’re focusing on the fact that they’re both okay.”

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[gh0stsp1d3r]

OMGG IM SO HAPPY THAT YOURE TAKING TAN REQUESTS HES LITERALLY MY BBG OMG ‼️‼️

So what about a reader who’s like Ellie from The Last of Us? So Tangerine and Lemon get this mission from their dealer that they have to deliver this girl to this place, like a cargo mission. And the girl is a very defiant teenager who just talks back and makes snarky comments to them (mostly to Tan T▽T). But then she ends up really trusting them and getting attached to them. I’m sorry if this is too detailed or if it doesn’t make sense 😭😭

I LOVED THIS REQUEST ANON 🤭🤭 lemon and reader are so silly heheh

Mentions of human experimentation, abuse, needles (nothing graphic or descriptive)

Annoying little sister

“Swear to god, can’t stand teenagers. This missions gonna be annoying, I can already tell.” Lemon said.

Tangerine scoffed “Says here that she’s snarky, and puts up a fight.”

“Like living hell basically.”

Tangerine stopped the car, looking at the warehouse you were in. It was guarded, heavily. They would have to sneak around.

“Shit. We better be gettin’ payed good for this girl.” Tangerine sighed,

“Why’s she so special?” Lemon asked.

“‘Parrently she’s some sorta superhuman or somethin’. Daughter of some billionaire. Human experiment I guess.” He read, and put the folder down.

“Shit, seriously? Sounds like some sorta movie stuff.”

Tangerine snorted, and opened the door quietly. They parked far away from it, and they hid behind some boxes and made their way to the back. A small door, still guarded but with less people.

They looked at each other, and looked back.

They fixed up, and stood up. They took out their guns to look like the others.

“What are you going in for?” A man stated, blocking them when they went over to the door.

“Boss wants us to go in and… interrogate..” Tangerine said, making something up on the spot.

The man furrowed his eyebrows. “Your Ethan?”

Tangerine nodded.

“Oh.. just expected you to look a lot… different. Come in.” He opened the door, tangerine and lemon couldn’t believe it had worked.

The inside was empty, it had a small room. They opened the door to you, handcuffed to the bed.

You didn’t see them as you thrashed on the floor, struggling in the handcuffs and groaning in annoyance.

You snapped your head to them when you finally saw them, you furrowed your eyebrows.

“What? Come here to feed me? Cause honestly I’m starving and you bitches don’t seem to have anything at all-“

You were confused when they went up to you and uncuffed you from the bed. Your hands still handcuffed however, as they roughly dragged you out. They snuck around the back again, breaking a window to distract them and leaving quickly in the car, the guards shooting it at the same time.

You then grabbed a small Bobby pin that was luckily laying on the ground when they weren’t looking. Then you were shoved into the car roughly, as they sped off.

You put your hands behind you, messing with the lock.

“So who exactly are you guys?” You questioned.

“We’re here to deliver you to someone.”

“Definitely not my dad, he don’t care bout me. So then who?”

They both ignored you, and you finally picked the lock, and put your arms on the seats.

“So where we going?”

They both looked at each other and then you.

“You seriously picked it?”

“It’s easy. I’ve done it tons. They took away all my Bobby pins though. Which makes sense because I kept breaking outta them.” You shrugged, and rambled on.

Lemon listened and he asked a question.

“So what’s the deal with your dad? And the whole human experiment thing?”

“Well, my dads just an asshole. Sure you heard of him, real famous, but he’s a asshole. He abused me and my family, blah blah sob story, and he’s the one who sold me into the human experiment thing. After that I was just passed around and giving blood 24/7.” You showed him your arm.

“Jesus Christ.” tangerine mumbled when he looked.

You shrugged “Im used to it by now. And now I’m guessing that you guys are just taking me to another buyer. More tests, yay.” You said,

Tangerine and lemon looked at each other. Tangerine knew what he was thinking. He stopped the car and parked it in an empty lot.

“Come on..” lemon said.

“No way.”

“She’s a kid.”

“I’m right here..” you mumbled.

“Exactly, she’s a kid. No. Way.”

“We can’t jus’ give her up!”

“I agree with this very nice gentleman over here.” You nodded to lemon.

“Shut it.” Tangerine said, whipping his head to you. “And it’s dangerous. Gonna be on the run if we do.”

“Don’t you remember when we were kids?”

“Don’t give me that bullshit-“

“She hasn’t had a childhood, think bout it. She didn’t have a childhood like we did.”

“Yeah, ain’t got no friends or nothing.” You said, fidgeting with the handcuffs. You picked up a book that was in the back of the car.

“Whoever is reading this shit is hornyyy.” You snickered, realizing that it was a smut. Tangerine snapped his eyes back and took the book.

“It ain’t for kids. It’s a good book.” He said, almost like a child himself.

Lemon snickered as well “And she’s got powers, how would she not be useful?”

“True. How do you think I got that bobby-pin from the floor? Can’t really bend down with handcuffs.” You held the handcuffs up.

Tangerine groaned in annoyance “You’re such a pain in my ass and we’ve barely known each other for five minutes.”

“That’s what I do.” You said, smirking as he drove off to a hotel for the night.

——————————————————————

That was 3 years ago, now you were fighting with them, at a different agency.

They would always say how your their “annoying little sister”

(Tangerine added the annoying part)

“Oooo, it’s so nice over here.” You laughed, looking at the shops all around the place, the neon lights and nice people. You guys were currently in Japan, going to do a mission on a train.

Lemon smiled as well, also looking around while Tangerine stayed focused.

“Focus.” He mumbled under his breath, pulling you two closer to him so that you didn’t go off path.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” Lemon said.

“He always wakes up on the wrong side of the bed.” You giggled and lemon snickered quietly, tangerine giving him a glare.

“Sorry, mate.”

Tangerine rolled his eyes, he could already tell this mission would be annoying with you two.

#tangerine x you #lemon and tangerine #lemon x reader #lemon and tangerine x sibling reader #sibling!reader #tangerine x sibling!reader #lemon x sibling!reader #aaron taylor johnson #bullet train x you #bullet train #bullet train imagine #tangerine bullet train #lemon bullet train

[devilishcupid]

8 O'CLOCK | Gustavo Fring

☆ premise: you and gus confront each other after you call the cops on his dealers.

☆ pairing: gustavo fring x gn!spouse!reader

☆ warnings: angst, angry gus & reader, possessive!gus mention (sorta? idk)

☆ a/n: been thinking about that plot point where jesse found out that gus' men used a kid to deal and i just couldn't resist a "what if" scenario with gus' spouse.

7:50

Knowing your husband's line of work, you dreaded the day he might never come home. But tonight, this was the first time you wished he wasn't.

A part of you felt like an idiot. You knew Gus had eyes and ears on you 24/7. He had the latest security systems in place at home. He had Mike following you around when he wasn't doing cartel-related work. He made sure he knew your every move. So, of course, you knew he had your phone bugged.

7:55

But you weren't going to keep quiet. When you found out he was more than just a restaurant chain owner, you made him promise one thing—no children. He swore he had never and will never use children for his business. And you believed him.

You could've gone to the nearest phone booth. But you didn't. You called 911 on your phone. You wanted him to know—no, you needed him to know you did it.

8:00

On time, as always. You heard your husband's car pull up on the driveway just as you finished setting up the table for dinner. You approached the entryway, breath hitching as you wondered what he'll do. You knew not to mistake his calm demeanor for gentleness.

After what seemed like an eternity, the door finally opened. You expected Gus to come in and give you a look that could kill. You didn't expect him to smile and pull you in an embrace with one arm.

"How are you?" Gus asked, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"I—I'm fine," you stammered, confused by his demeanor.

"Good. I'll go freshen up, then I'll join you for dinner."

You watched in amazement as he headed for the bedroom. How was he acting as if nothing was wrong?

The night went on the way they usually did. The two of you ate the dinner you made while talking about the day you both had—minus the cartel business and the 911 call, of course. Afterwards, you washed the dishes while he cleaned up the table and put the leftovers in the fridge.

After cleaning the last of the utensils and leaving them on the rack to dry, you turned around to find Gus staring at you. Gone was the warmth he showed you tonight, replaced by a coldness that not even you had seen before.

"Why did you do it?"

When you didn't answer, he approached you until he had you pressed in between his body and the sink.

"I asked you a question—why did you do it?"

"You know why." You responded, swallowing the lump that formed in your throat.

His jaw clenched, and you could hear a hint of frustration in his voice as he said, "I didn't know they were using children."

Your lips formed a thin line. You didn't believe a word of it. For a man who was three steps ahead of everyone else, how could he not know?

"You keep tabs on your partner, but you don't keep tabs on your own men. You expect me to believe that?" You spat as you glared at him.

You started to walk away, not before Gus wrapped his hand around your forearm and pulled you back against the counter. You tried to pull your hand away from his grasp, but his fingers tightly gripped your wrist, nails digging into your skin.

"Do you truly believe I would deliberately use children in my operations?" He growled, anger dripping in every word. "You think that lowly of me?"

"That's the problem, Gustavo—I don't know!" You snapped, your voice so loud the neighbors would've heard you if it weren't for the soundproofing measures placed in your home. "I have no idea what happens in your line of work. I rely on your word because I trusted you. I thought you would never lie to me. But today, you did. Now I wonder what else you've been lying to me about."

He closed his eyes, his hand loosening its grip on your arm. After a few moments, Gus looked at you again. "You may not believe me, but it's the truth. I didn't know. But as soon as I found out, I dealt with the problem immediately. No more children, I made sure of it. This I promise you."

Finally letting go of your arm, he stepped back and started walking away from you. Before he could disappear into his office, you called out his name. He stopped in his tracks and turned around to face you.

"How did you deal with it?"

"Do you need to know?"

#˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ doll's fics #gus fring #gustavo fring #gus fring x reader #gustavo fring x reader #breaking bad #breaking bad fanfic #breaking bad x reader #breaking bad imagine #better call saul #better call saul fanfic #better call saul x reader #better call saul imagine #giancarlo esposito

[notiddygxthgf]

𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙔 𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍 !

synopsis: the one where you have the hots for your dealer, and Wakasa is always eager to please a customer. (don't let your boyfriend stop you from finding your husband.)

pairings: wakasa imaushi x f!reader, light takeomi x reader content warning: smut, porn with some plot, car sex, cheating, oral sex, sneaky link, sexual tension, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, sex while high, consensual drug use, mentions of abuse. word count: 1.4k authors note:

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight

WHEN YOU CAME TO , your head was resting against something soft. It felt like a couch, but then again, it could have been anything. You quickly identified the warmth surrounding your body as a hoodie, although you weren’t too sure it belonged to you. Your skirt, disheveled and wrinkled, sat unadjusted at your hips. One sock was clinging to your thigh for dear life, while the other was coiled up around your ankle.

You blinked slowly, unsurely, while waiting for the blurriness to subside. Groaning at the pain you felt in your back and thighs, you rolled to the side. 

Something smelled good. Really good.

“Hey there,” You heard a familiar voice call. A quick glance up brought back memories of… only a few hours ago, probably. 

"You’re taking me so well,” He grunted against your neck. His teeth nipped at the sensitive skin. “So good.”

And standing there in the kitchen with a pan in his hand and a shit-eating grin on his face, was your dealer. His hair was tied back into a bun. He had an apron on in a remarkably cliche fashion, though the frilly pink pattern stood out against the black tank top he was wearing beneath, and even more so with the black sweats hanging loose around his hips. A navel tattoo peeked out from the waistband.

You remembered being high. Rather, you still felt a little high now. Judging by the fact that it was nowhere near as strong as it had been last time you were consciousness – as well as the noticeable gaps in your memory – you assumed you were beginning to come down.

“How long has it been?” You asked weakly.

He set the pan down on the stove. His pretty eyes flitted over your tired face. A knowing grin spanned the length of his lips. “Since what?”

“Since i passed out on you,” Huffing out a brave sigh, you crossed and then uncrossed your legs. “Sorry about that.”

And then the reality of what you had done finally set in. Shit

You had just cheated on your boyfriend.

After two years, you had cheated on your boyfriend – gone against every moral opposition you had and you had slept with another man. His coworker , nonetheless. 

“Oh, fuck…” You cried.

He sighed happily, thrusting up a little harder. “You like that?” 

"Please," You repeated. “Harder.”

You had slept with his fucking coworker and you enjoyed it .

“Don’t be, I’m flattered,” He said. Turning back to the stove, he picked up the wooden spoon and dipped it into the pot. He brought the spoon up to his mouth, blew on it, and then sipped some sauce off of it. He looked to be trapped in thought for a brief moment before eventually nodding and setting the spoon down on the stove. “You like pasta?”

Your heart felt heavy. How could he be so casual? So unbothered? He had just slept with his best friend’s girlfriend and he seemed – at least on the exterior – to have no complaints about it. 

Wakasa turned both burners off. He reached into the cupboards and produced two ceramic dishes. You watched as he scooped some pasta into the first dish, topping it off with some sauce.

“Yeah, sorry,” You sighed. Who were you kidding. This was your mistake and yours alone. 

Your lover of the evening approached the couch with two dishes. He plopped down next to you, offering one in your direction. Rather hesitantly, you took him up on his offer. 

“Thanks,” you said, though your voice was barely louder than a whisper.

As he reached for the remote and turned the TV on, you shifted in your seat, wincing slightly as the jolt of pain that you felt brought back memories of what you had done. He flicked through the channels, stopping on one that was showing a movie.

Then he put the remote down and sat back, throwing his arm over the back of the couch.

You could smell his cologne again, though it was mixed with something else. The smell of sex, probably. The two of you had done it in the back seat of his car, after all.

After a long silence – during which you spooned a few bites of pasta into your mouth – you voiced your thoughts. “We shouldn’t have done that.”

Though he didn’t turn to look at you, Wakasa’s lip curled into a little smirk. “No, probably not.”

“Shit,” You sighed. It felt as if the weight of the world was suddenly on your shoulders. You felt crushed beneath its weight. “You don’t feel guilty?”

“No,” he muttered. 

In hindsight, it would have served you well to remember that the two of them were currently on bad terms. Very bad terms…

The man next to you swallowed. This time when he spoke, he actually did turn to look at you. Though, as those pretty eyes looked you up and down, you wished he hadn’t. “You enjoy it?”

After a brief period of self-reflection, you realized you didn’t have it in you to lie to him. “Yeah.”

“Mm,” he hummed. He glanced at the TV, and then back at you. This time it was you who had your head turned away from him, avoiding eye contact. “Do you regret it?”

“I don’t know,” You answered truthfully. Honestly, you had no idea. Part of you wanted to regret it. You wanted to grab him by the shoulders and shout at him for taking advantage of you, cry to him that you were a taken woman. But the reality of the situation was much different. It was you who had initiated things with him, and it was you who set your relationship aside for a backseat quickie. “I don’t know.”

You set the dish down on the coffee table, resting your head against the couch cushion. 

“Hey.” The gentle tone of his softspoken words made you open your eyes. He had turned his whole body towards you. Setting his own dish down on the table, he gazed at you with strong concern in his eyes. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose in an effort to relieve the ache that had begun to take over your head. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

“What do you need?” He asked. He seemed genuine.

“I think…” you paused. You wanted to cease existing. That’s what. “I think I’m gonna go.”

Wakasa looked at you for a moment, and for a moment it seemed as if those lilac hues were staring into your soul and pulling your resolve apart piece by piece. “...Okay.”

You yearned to stay with him, to hold him. Nothing would bring you more joy at this moment than to have him beg you to stay, even if you knew it would do more harm than good. To be held and comforted by him, only that might bring you peace, though you had no idea why.

You were conflicted. You needed to leave this situation before you began to cling to those feelings.

He pushed himself off of the couch, hand grazing your shoulder as he stood up. “I’ll take you home.”

Swallowing the huge lump in your throat, you fought the urge to cry. “Okay.”

The tension between the two of you was palpable.

And some fifteen minutes later, as Wakasa sped to your place on his motorbike, as the cold wind blew against your tired face, you felt that weight on your shoulders again. It was almost overwhelming, that horrible sinking pit in your gut. 

He tensed his shoulders and for some reason, some godforsaken reason, you felt a certain sense of peace. When the two of you were like this, with your arms around his waist, with his strong, warm back pressed against your cheek, it felt as if everything would be okay. 

While the city lights flashed past, you shifted closer to him, bringing your arms tighter around his waist. He glanced back at you, casting you a knowing look before turning back to the road. He pulled his hand away from the handlebar for a moment – steering with the other – to rub small circles over the arm you had thrown around him.

Is it really so wrong?

You sighed, letting yourself melt into his spine. Just a moment longer, you thought. It won’t hurt.

How wrong you had been.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x reader #wakasa imaushi x reader #wakasa imaushi #wakasa smut #wakasa fluff #wakasa imagines #takeomi akashi #bonten #tenjiku #toman #brahman #shinichiro sano #benkei #blackdragons #notiddygxthgf ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ #party monster ⋆ ★

[k2padfoot]

Captive

JJ Maybank x Y/n

summary: JJ finds out you’ve been taken by Rafe & Barry in return for the cross.

warnings: *TW* abuse, violence, Rafe being a psycho, drugs, angst, swearing, some fluff.

notes: So there’s a point where it switches to JJ’s POV & i just hope it makes sense /: also this was not meant to be so long lmao hope you guys enjoy!

Y/n:

It was another crappy shift at The Wreck, you had been running around taking orders all night when Rafe and Barry came in acting like you owed them something. They both wouldn’t leave you alone about JJ, or about how you “know everything,” whatever the hell that meant. When your shift ended they were still around talking about God knows what but you were just happy to get away from them.

You threw on one of JJ’s sweatshirt when you walked outside, the cool night air nipping at your bare arms. You started to walk towards you car, swiping through the unread messages on your phone.

✆ 8 text messages

JJ: Cant’ wait to see your beautiful face later! Sent 6:32pm.

Kie: I think I’m gonna say fuck it & wear the black top anyway lmao. Sent 6:45pm

JJ: Oh and just a heads up it might get chilly tonight just bring something warm incase. Sent 7:02 pm.

Sarah: I think I might be able to get a keg for tonight! Sent 7:31pm.

John B: Hey y/n/n, if you could stop at the general store on your way here and grab some claws that be awesome! I’ll totally get you back for them. Sent 8:00pm.

Kie: Maybe I shouldn’t.. Omg Y/n you have to help me! I’m so indecisive. Sent 8:12pm.

Pope: You’re coming to JB’s tonight right? Sent 8:23pm.

JJ: You still off at 9? Sent 8:37pm.

As you read the last text on your phone you suddenly felt two hands grip your shoulders roughly turning you around.

When you spun around you were met with the face of none other than the islands favorite coke dealer, Barry. Peaking from behind him you could see Rafe Cameron, Barry’s best customer.

“Hey pretty girl.” Barry said in a depraved way.

His grip on your shoulders didn’t let up, if only it got worse. “What the hell? What the fuck is this?” you tried to fight against him.

Rafe let out a breathy laugh from behind Barry, “Awh, don’t act like you don’t know sweetheart.” Rafe answered.

“Know what? I have no clue what you mean.” you tried to tell them.

Barry waisted no time shoving you right into Rafe who gripped your wrists behind your back, “What are you doing? Rafe what the hell?!” you cried out.

Rafe didn’t respond, instead he forced you down toward the dock with Barry right behind him, a smug look about his face.

You struggled against Rafe doing your best to lose his grip. “Just tell me what’s going on!” you pleaded with them but Barry just shot you a filthy smirk.

You were tossed onto a boat, a rather large one at that. Before you could get up Barry took a hold of you, his rough hands gripped your hair in a fist dragging you to the cabin.

“Get the fuck in.” he yelled at you. You turned around to look at him when you noticed Rafe behind him holding a knife. Rafe shoved himself past Barry to get closer to you, close enough that you feel his hot breath against your skin. You recognized the disturbing look in his eyes as he stared at you, without warning the knife you saw a second ago was jammed up against your side.

“Now you’re going to tell us what we want to know and it’ll be fine, okay?” Rafe demanded, you swallowed hard and nodded in response.

“Good.” Rafe smiled, “Now sit down.” he ordered. Barry started scrounging through a backpack before pulling out a set of old ropes.

“Tie her up.” Rafe told him.

Barry carefully tied your hands with the dirty old ropes making sure to pull tightly on each knot. You tried to fight against them, loosen them maybe, but it wasn’t going to work.

“Just relax doll.” you heard Rafe say as he came to stand above you, “All I need to know is where that cross is.”

Suddenly your phone began to ring as your eyes went wide in fear. “Fuck, give me your phone!” Rafe shouted. Quickly you scrambled through your pockets and pulled out your phone, JJ’s name was written on the screen as it continued to ring.

Rafe ripped the phone from your hand and tossed it to Barry. “You’re not going to be needing that.”

JJ:

“I don’t understand why she wouldn’t answer my calls. She always answers the text I leave her while she’s working as soon as she gets off and she still hasn’t. And I texted her at 9:15 asking if she was on the way but she didn’t answer that either. Have you guys heard from her?” JJ looked to the rest of the group for answers.

“I haven’t heard anything back from her yet.” Sarah answered.

“Me either.” Pope said, “Yeah.” Kiara agreed.

Worry began to set in for JJ. “I asked her to stop for some White Claws maybe that’s where she is?” John B suggested but JJ just shook his head.

“No, no way she wouldn’t answer any of us this whole time if that’s what she was doing. It’s almost 10– this isn’t like her!” JJ yelled.

“Alright okay, we will figure th—

Before John B could finish his sentence JJ’s phone began to ring. “Wait, wait hold on!” JJ put his hand out towards John B as to wave him off. “Who’s number is 555-6328?” he asked everyone.

Sarah’s face immediately fell, “JJ.. That’s Rafe.” she revealed.

“Rafe?!” JJ shouted, “JJ just answer it!!” Pope told him.

“Yeah ok— Hello?” JJ answered.

“Maybank.” Rafe spoke through the phone.

“What? What the hell do you want Rafe?”

“Don’t act dumb JJ. I think we both have something we need from each other.” Rafe stated coldly.

“And what would that be?” JJ asked Rafe.

After a few seconds of silence your voice could be heard in the background. “JJ!! JJ is that you?” you were calling out.

Once JJ heard your voice his blood began to boil, “Rafe I swear to G—

“Then get me my cross. You have 24 hours.” Rafe demanded before hanging up on JJ.

Y/n:

“What the hell was that?” you shouted towards Rafe.

He started to cross the room, “You don’t need to know, I’ve got it taken care of alright?” He hovered over you, his fingers gripping your jaw forcing you to look at him as he spoke. “I said alright?” he growled, you let out a whimper trying to tear your head away but he only grasped harder. You quickly nodded in response and he released his grip on your jaw flinging your head to the side in the process.

For the next 30 minutes you sat in silence. Barry was on the top deck probably trying to figure out how to get some more coke, Rafe was slumped into the couch across from you keeping his eyes locked on your every move and you were starting to get antsy.

“S-so what are you gonna do with me?” you nervously questioned.

Rafe stood up, his fingers digging deep into his temples. “Jesus Christ, do you ever stop talking?” He yelled through the cabin.

You went to open your mouth to say something again but Rafe was quicker, he shoved an old bandanna into your mouth and secured it behind your head. “There, that’ll solve it.” he smirked.

Anxiety was consuming your entire body now, how were you supposed to breathe like this?

Your heart started beating hard against your chest. With every rapid thump a numbing pain shot through your head. Each labored breath you took felt like your lungs were filling up with water.

The panic was setting in.

Sweat was dripping from your forehead and your skin was turning a sick pale color. You weren’t aware of your strained wheezes being so loud or the way you were noticeably shaking, but Barry did.

“Yo Rafe? Hey get that shit off of her! You’re gonna fucking kill her man.”

Rafe sighed roughly as if he was inconvenienced by your current state. “Yeah ok, whatever.” He told Barry as he ripped the bandanna from around your head letting it fall to your neck.

You took a harsh breath forcing yourself to take in as much air as you possibly could before coughing desperately. “Don’t you think you’re overreacting a bit?” Rafe tilted his head at you.

“F-fuck off.” you choked out. “You aren’t getting that cross.” you coughed once more, “It doesn’t belong to you.”

Rafe rushed at you, his fingers sinking into each side of your face. “Oh really? How about I make you tell me?” He threatened. “What’s it gonna take sweetheart?” The chilling tone of Rafe’s voice sent shivers down your spine.

Without warning Rafe’s coarse hands wrapped around your neck. “How bout this? Huh?” He spoke in rage.

“R-afe!” you choked out as you dug your fingernails into him out of desperation, but he wasn’t letting up.

“Tell me! I know you know Y/n so say it!!” Rafe shouted at you all while his hands were still gripped around your neck shaking you like a rag doll.

Your face was getting extremely red and you couldn’t form any words, all that could be heard from you was small ragged gasps.

“Alright, alright! That’s enough man.” you heard Barry say as he pulled Rafe off of you.

Your fingers hopelessly clawed at your neck and your head kept spinning as you tried gasping for air.

“Oh calm down, you’re fine.” Rafe mocked you. You rolled your eyes as you watched Barry grab a pair of keys off of the table next to you.

“Yo I gotta make a run, am I gonna come back to her dead in here?” Barry asked Rafe.

“Nah, nah it’ll be fine man just go.” Rafe waved him off.

Great, now your stuck in here with a raging psychopath and no one to stop him from killing you.

You were becoming increasingly anxious by the minute. You kept thinking about JJ, did he know where you were? Is he coming to help you? but before you could finish another thought the doors to the cabin were ripped open.

It was JJ. A sense of relief filled your body as soon as you saw his face, but a sense of fear immediately rose when you saw the gun in his hands.

Quickly Rafe grabbed your arm and ripped you from the couch. He tugged on the rope that was securing your wrists to hold you in place. “Step away from her right now.” JJ said firmly, the gun in his hands pointed directly at Rafe.

Rafe pulled a knife from his pocket and centered it above your throat, “Or what? You gonna shoot me? If you even cock that gun back i’ll do it.” He threatened shoving the knife even closer to your neck as you whimpered in fear.

“N-no! No just— here i’m putting it back alright?” JJ secured the gun back in his waistband fearing what Rafe might do if he didn’t.

“You want your girl? Then where’s my cross?” Rafe said as he pulled you even closer to him.

“Ok-okay, relax.” JJ said, his eyes landing on your own telling you that it’s going to be okay. “It’s locked up at the church.”

“What?! At the church? So your telling me you don’t have it?” Rafe panicked.

“I do, just not here. I don’t know if you remember but it’s pretty fucking heavy.” JJ sarcastically said. “I’ve got the keys to the church right here, so if you want your cross let her go.”

Rafe’s grip started to loosen up on you and he lowered the knife, “You better not be fucking me Maybank.” He said as he let you go and shoved you towards JJ.

JJ immediately caught you as he tossed the keys to Rafe. “What are you doing?! What about the cross?” you asked him.

“Don’t worry about that right now we’ve got it covered, are you okay?” JJ asked as he held your head in his hands, his eyes frantically scanning you all over. You nodded in response but JJ knew you weren’t okay. He decided not to pry on it right now because you both needed to get out of there immediately.

“Alright princess we have to get out of here now.” JJ told you as he untied the ropes from your wrists and lead you out of the boat.

Once you stepped onto the dock JJ’s feet began moving much faster as you tried to keep up, “JJ what’s going on? Where are we going? And the cross?” you asked.

JJ stopped in his tracks turning himself around to face you, “Okay, so the cross is safe with some uncle of Pope’s and we need to get on a plane right now to South America.”

“South America? Wait wh-

“Because El Dorado. We have to go help Big John, Sarah & JB. Come on we’ve gotta get movin.” He told you as he grabbed your hand once again and you followed.

“El Dorado?” you questioned under your breath.

Once you were in the old cargo plane JJ explained everything in detail to you. The pogues we’re about to go full kook. “Holy shit! Holy sh- oh my god! We’re gonna be rich!” you yelled out in excitement. JJ’s hands were intertwined with yours as you both jumped of joy, “Hell yeah baby! Full kook, WOO-HOO!!!” JJ howled in excitement and you both started laughing until you couldn’t anymore.

JJ’s smile was wide as ever as he looked at you, until it wasn’t. His eye’s landed on your neck again. Your own smile began to falter now, “What? What’s wrong?” you asked him.

JJ sighed roughly, “I’m so sorry.” he whispered like his voice was going to break.

“Wha-why?”

“Because..” He motioned towards your neck, “This, you don’t deserve this. I shouldn’t have let this happen to you.” He gently placed his lips to the jagged red marks surrounding your neck delicately kissing the bruises to be, “I’m so sorry baby.” He whimpered.

You sighed as you leaned into him, “JJ stop, it isn’t your fault. It’s there’s okay?” You tried to reassure him, your hand slowly rubbing his back.

JJ kept his eyes down, “I just wish I could’ve kept you safe, I’m supposed to keep you safe for God’s sake.” he said letting out a low pitiful whine.

Gently you reached for his chin and tilted his head to look at you, “You couldn’t have known this would happen, please don’t beat yourself up. I’ll be okay, we’ll both be okay, we’re about to have all the money in the world baby!” you teased as JJ let out a breathy laugh.

“I’m going to take care of you, I promise you’ll never get hurt again if I have anything to do with it.” JJ told you as he tucked a stray hair behind your ear. “I love you princess.”

You smiled softly at him, “I love you too J.”

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[thewidowsghost]

Seeing the Beauty (Jackson!Reader x Piper McLean) - Chapter 1

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Jason wakes in the backseat of a school bus, not sure where he is, sitting beside a girl he doesn’t know. He shakes her head slightly, rubbing his eyes, trying to think.

A few dozen kids sprawl in the seats in front of him, listening to iPods, talking, or sleeping. They all look around his age . . . fifteen? Sixteen? Okay, that’s scary, he thinks, closing his eyes. I don’t know my own age.

The bus rumbles along a bumpy road and Jason’s eyes open again, he looks over at the girl he’s holding hands with. The girl was cute, but he doesn’t know who she is or what he’s doing there. Outside, desert rolls by under a bright blue sky. Jason is pretty sure that he doesn’t live in the desert. He tries to think back . . . the last thing he remembers . . .

The girl squeezes his hand. “Jason, you okay?”

She is wearing faded jeans, hiking boots, and a fleece snowboarding jacket. Her chocolate brown hair is cut choppy and uneven, with thin strands braided down the sides. She wears no makeup like she is trying not to draw attention to herself, but it doesn’t work. She is seriously pretty. Her eyes seem to change color like a kaleidoscope - brown, blue, and green.

Jason lets go of her hand. “Um, I don’t -”

In the front of the bus, a teacher shouts, “All right, cupcakes, listen up!” The guy is obviously a coach. His baseball cap is pulled low over his hair, so the students can just see his beady eyes. He has a wispy goatee and a sour face, as if he’d just eaten something moldy. His buff arms and chest push against a bright orange polo shirt; his nylon workout pants and Nikes are spotless white. A whistle hangs from his neck, and a megaphone is clipped to his belt. He would’ve looked pretty scary if he hadn’t been five feet zero. When he stands up in the aisle, one of the students calls, “Stand up, Coach Hedge!”

“I heard that!” the coach scans the bus for the offender. Then his eyes fix on Jason, and then the girl sitting right in front of him.

A jolt goes down Jason’s spine. He is sure that the coach knows he shouldn’t be there. He was going to call Jason out, demanding to know what he's doing on the bus - and Jason would have no clue what to say.

But Coach Hedge looks away and clears his throat. “We’ll arrive in five minutes! Stay with your partner. Don’t lose your worksheet. And if any of you precious little cupcakes causes any trouble on this trip, I will personally send you back to campus the hard way.” He picks up a baseball bat and makes like he is hitting a homerun.

Jason looks at the girl next to him. “Can he talk to us like that?”

She shrugs. “Always does. This is the Wilderness School. ‘Where the kids are the animals’.” She says it like it is a joke they’d shared before.

“This is some kind of mistake,” Jason says. “I’m not supposed to be here.”

The girl in the seat in front of him turns to meet his gaze. Jason starts slightly at the girl’s features, sea-green eyes, close cropped (H/c) hair, and scars littering her face.

“Same,” she meets Jason’s gaze with the same unsteady look he figured was gleaming in his own eyes.

The boy beside the green eyed girl turns and laughs. “Yeah, right, Jason. We’ve all been framed! I didn’t run away six times. Piper didn’t steal a BMW. (Y/n) didn’t flood four school bathrooms.”

The (H/c) haired girl’s, (Y/n), Jason supposes, eyes widen significantly.

Piper blushes. “I didn’t steal that car, Leo!”

“Oh, I forgot, Piper. What was your story? You talked the dealer into lending it to you?” he raises his eyes at Jason like, Can you believe her?

Leo looks like a Latino Santa’s elf, with curly black hair, pointy ears, a cheerful, babyish face, and a mischievous smile that told people right away that this guy shouldn’t be trusted with matches or sharp objects. His long, nimble fingers wouldn’t stop moving - drumming on the seat, sweeping his hair behind his ears, fiddling with the buttons of his army fatigue jacket. Either Leo is naturally hyper or he is hopped up on enough sugar and caffeine to give a heart attack to a water buffalo.

“Anyway,” Leo tells Jason, “I hope you’ve got your worksheet, ’cause I used mine for spit wads days ago. Why are you looking at me like that? Somebody draw on my face again?”

“I don’t know you,” Jason says, meeting a wary (Y/n)’s eye.

Leo gives him a crocodile grin. “Sure. I’m not your best friend. I’m his evil clone.”

“Leo Valdez!” Coach Hedge yells from the front. “Problem back there?”

Leo winks at Jason. “Watch this.” He turns to the front. “Sorry, Coach! I was having trouble hearing you. Could you use your megaphone, please?”

Coach Hedge grunts like he is pleased to have an excuse. He unclips the megaphone from his belt and continues giving directions, but his voice comes out like Darth Vader’s. The kids crack up. The coach tries again, but this time the megaphone blares: “The cow says moo!” The kids howl, and the coach slams down the megaphone. “Valdez!”

Piper stifles a laugh. “My god, Leo. How did you do that?”

Leo slips a tiny Phillips head screwdriver from his sleeve. “I’m a special boy.”

“Guys, seriously,” (Y/n)’s eyebrows are furrowed with confusion. “What am I doing here? Where are we going?”

Piper knits her eyebrows as Jason nods. “Are you two kidding?”

“No! I have -”

“No! I have no idea -”

“Aw, yeah, he’s joking,” Leo says. “He’s trying to get me back for that shaving cream on the Jell-O thing, aren’t you?”

Jason stares at him blankly. “No, I think he’s serious.”

Piper tries to take his hand again, but he pulls it away. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I don’t - I can’t -”

“That’s it!” Coach Hedge yells from the front. “The back row has just volunteered to clean up after lunch!”

The rest of the kids cheer.

“There’s a shocker,” Leo mutters. But Piper kept her eyes between (Y/n) and Jason, like she can’t decide whether to be hurt or worried. “Did you hit your head or something? You really don’t know who we are?”

Jason shrugged helplessly. “It’s worse than that. I don’t know who I am.”

(Y/n) lets out a grunt of agreement.

. . .

The bus drops the students off in front of a big red stucco complex like a museum, just sitting in the middle of nowhere.

Maybe that’s what it is, Jason thinks, the National Museum of Nowhere.

A cold wind blows across the desert.

(Y/n) hadn’t paid much attention to what she is wearing, but she’s glad for how warm it is: black jeans and sneakers, a tattered orange t-shirt, and a black bomber jacket.

“So, a crash course for the amnesiacs,” Leo says, in a helpful tone that makes Jason think this is not going to be helpful. “We go to the ‘Wilderness School’”- Leo makes air quotes with his fingers. “Which means we’re ‘bad kids.’ Your family, or the court, or whoever, decided you were too much trouble, so they shipped you off to this lovely prison - sorry, ‘boarding school’ - in Armpit, Nevada, where you learn valuable nature skills like running ten miles a day through the cacti and weaving daisies into hats! And for a special treat we go on ‘educational’ field trips with Coach Hedge, who keeps order with a baseball bat. Is it all coming back to you now?”

“No.” Jason glances apprehensively at the other kids: maybe twenty guys, about a dozen girls. None of them look like hardened criminals, but he wonders what they’d all done to get sentenced to a school for delinquents, and he wonders why he belongs with them.

Leo rolls his eyes. “You’re really gonna play this out, huh?” he questions. “Okay, so the three of us started here this semester.” He looks over at (Y/n). “You’ve been here forever, you were like, twelve, when you arrived.”

(Y/n) blinks confusedly. That doesn’t feel right, she thinks.

“We’re totally tight,” Leo continues. “You do everything I say and give me your dessert and do my chores -”

“Leo!” Piper snaps, seeing the devastatingly confused look on (Y/n)’s face.

“Fine. Ignore that last part. But we are friends. Well, Piper’s a little more than Jason’s friend, the last few weeks -”

“Leo, stop it!” Piper and Jason’s face goes red. Jason thinks that he’d remember that he’d been going out with a girl like Piper. “They’ve got amnesia or something,” Piper goes on. “We’ve got to tell somebody.”

Leo scoffs. “Who, Coach Hedge? He’d try to fix them by whacking them upside the heads.”

The coach is at the front of the group, barking orders and blowing his whistle to keep the kids in line’ but every so often, he’d look at both Jason and (Y/n) and scowl.

“Leo, Jason and (Y/n) need help,” Piper insists. “They’ve got concussions or -”

“Yo, Piper,” One of the other guys drop back to join them as the group is heading into the museum. The new guy wedges himself between Jason and Piper and knocks Leo down. “Don’t talk to these bottom-feeders. You’re my partner, remember?”

The new guy has dark hair cut Superman style, a deep tan, and teeth so white they should’ve come with a warning label: Do not stare directly at teeth. Permanent blindness may occur. He is wearing a Dallas Cowboys jersey, Western jeans and boots, and he smiles like he was God’s gift to juvenile delinquent girls everywhere. Jason hates him instantly.

“Go away, Dylan,” Piper grumbles. “I didn't ask to work with you.”

“Ah, that’s no way to be. This is your lucky day!” Dylan hooks his arm through hers and drags her through the museum entrance. Piper shoots one last look over her shoulder like, 911.

A girl wearing jeans and a pink top and enough makeup for a Halloween party stalks over to (Y/n).

“Come on, cutie,” the girl places a hand on (Y/n)’s bicep. “You’re my partner.” The girl, Isabel, pulls (Y/n) by the arm.

. . .

The students walk through the building, stopping here and there for Coach Hedge to lecture them with his megaphone, which alternatively makes him sound like a Sith Lord or blares out random comments like, “The pig says oink.”

Leo keeps pulling out nuts, bolts, and pipe cleaners from the pockets of his army jacket and putting them together, like he has to keep his hands busy at all times.

Jason is too distracted to pay much attention to the exhibits, but they are about the Grand Canyon and the Hualapai tribe, which own the museum.

Some girls keep looking over at Piper and Dylan and snickering, one of which happened to be (Y/n)’s partner, Isabel. All the girls were wearing matching jeans and pink tops; Jason presumes that they are the popular clique.

One of them says, “Hey, Piper, does your tribe run this place? Do you get in free if you do a rain dance?”

The other girls laugh; even Piper’s partner Dylan suppresses a smile. (Y/n)’s jaw tightens angrily.

Piper’s snowboarding jacket sleeves hid her hands, but (Y/n) gets the feeling that the brunette is clenching her fists. “My dad’s Cherokee,” Piper says. “Not Hualapai. ‘Course, you’d need a few brain cells to know the difference, Isabel.”

Isabel widens her eyes in mock surprise, turning to (Y/n) and grasping her bicep again. “You wouldn’t let her talk to me like that, would you, hun?” Isabel squeezes the muscle a few times, smirking to herself.

(Y/n) raises an eyebrow, ripping her arm from Isabel’s grasp. “I think Piper can talk to you however she likes.”

The group shuffles on, but the girls keep calling out little comments to Piper.

“Good to be back on the rez?” one of them asks in a sweet voice.

“Dad’s probably too drunk to work,” another says with fake sympathy. “That’s why she turned klepto.”

Piper ignores them, but (Y/n) is ready to punch them herself. She may not remember Piper, or even who she is, but (Y/n) knows she hates mean kids.

. . .

They reach the far end of the exhibit hall, where some big glass doors lead out to a terrace.

“All right, cupcakes,” Coach Hedge announces. “You are about to see the Grand Canyon. Try not to break it. The skywalk can hold the weight of seventy jump jets, so you featherweights should be safe out there. If possible, try to avoid pushing each other over the edge, as that would cause me extra paperwork.”

The coach opens the doors and all the students step outside. The Grand Canyon spreads before them, live and in person. Extending over the edge is a horseshoe-shaped walkway made of glass, so they could see right through it.

Jason has to agree. Despite his amnesia, and his feeling that he doesn’t belong here, he can’t help being impressed.

The canyon is bigger and wider than anyone could appreciate from a picture. The students are so high up that birds circle below their feet. Five hundred feet below, a river snakes along the canyon floor. Banks of storm clouds had moved overhead while they’d been inside, casting shadows like angry faces across the cliffs. As far as Jason can see in any direction, red and gray ravines cut through the desert like some crazy god had taken a knife to it.

Jason gets a piercing pain behind his eyes. Crazy gods . . .Where had he come up with that idea? He feels like he’d gotten close to something important - something he should know about. He also gets the unmistakable feeling that he is in danger.

“You all right?” Leo questions. “You’re not going to throw up over the side, are you? ’Cause I should’ve brought my camera.”

Jason grabs the railing. He is shivering and sweaty, but it has nothing to do with heights. He blinks, and the pain behind his eyes subsides. “I’m fine,” he manages. “Just a headache.”

Thunder rumbles overhead; a cold wind almost knocks Jason sideways.

“This can’t be safe.” Leo squints at the clouds. “Storm’s right over us, but it’s clear all the way around. Weird, huh?”

“All right, cupcakes!” Coach Hedge yells. He frowns at the storm like it bothers him too. “We may have to cut this short, so get to work! Remember, complete sentences!”

The storm rumbles and (Y/n)’s head begins to hurt. Not knowing why she does it, she reaches into the pocket of her jeans and pulls out a ballpoint pen. The cap is blue, and τσουνάμι is engraved on the side in blue writing. (Y/n) doesn’t even take a minute to translate the Greek - Tsunami.

(Y/n)’s gaze follows Jason as he walks across the skywalk. (Y/n) shoves the pen back into her pocket and shoves the worksheet at Isabel, before jogging over to Coach Hedge and Jason, who’d just arrived next to the coach.

“Did you do this?” the coach asks them.

Jason takes a step back. “Do what?”

(Y/n) thinks it sounds as though the coach thought that they had created the thunderstorm.

Coach Hedge glares at them, his beady little eyes glinting under the brim of his cap. “Don’t you two play games with me. What are you two doing here, and why are you messing up my job?”

(Y/n) and Jason exchange glances. “You mean . . . you don’t know us?” Jason asks. “We’re not your students?”

Hedge snorts. “Never seen either of you before today?”

(Y/n) is so relieved she almost wants to cry. At least she isn’t going insane - she wasn’t supposed to be here. “Look, sir. I don’t know how we got here. We both woke up on the bus. All I know is I’m not supposed to be here.”

Jason grunts in agreement.

“Got that right,” Hedge’s gruff voice drops to a murmur, like she is sharing a secret. “One ‘uh you two’ve got a powerful way with the Mist, if you can make all these people think they know you two; but you can’t fool me. I’ve been smelling monster for days now. I knew we had an infiltrator, neither of you smell like a monster. You smell like half-bloods. So - who are you, and where’d you two come from?”

Most of what the coach says doesn’t make sense, but (Y/n) decides to answer honestly. “I don’t know who I am. I don’t have any memories. Y-you’ve got to help me.”

Coach Hedge studies (Y/n)’s face as if he’s trying to read her thoughts; then he studies Jason.

“Great,” Hedge mutters. “You’re being truthful.”

“Of course we are!” Jason replies. “And what was all that about monsters and half-bloods? Are those code words, or something?”

Hedge narrows his eyes. Part of Jason wonders if the guy is just nuts, but the other part knows better.

“Look,” Hedge says, “I don’t know who you are. I just know what you are, and it means trouble. Now I have to protect four of you rather than two. Are you the special package? Is that it?”

“What’re you talking about?” Jason and (Y/n) ask in unison.

Hedge looks over the storm. The clouds are getting thicker and darker, hovering right over the skywalk.

“This morning,” Hedge says, “I got a message from camp. They said an extraction team is on the way. They’re coming to pick up a special package, but they wouldn’t give me details. I thought to myself, Fine. The two I’m watching are pretty powerful, older than most. I know they’re being stalked. I can smell a monster in the group. I figure that’s why the camp is suddenly frantic to pick them up. But then you two pop up out of nowhere. So, are you two the special package?”

The pain behind (Y/n)’s eyes gets worse than ever. Half-bloods. Camp. Monsters. She doesn’t know what Hedge is talking about, but the words give her a massive brain freeze - like her mind is trying to access information that should’ve been there, but isn’t.

(Y/n) stumbles, and Coach Hedge catches her. For a short guy, the coach has hands like steel, (Y/n) thinks. “Whoa, there, cupcake. You say you got no memories, huh? Fine. I’ll just have to watch you guys, too, until the team gets here. We’ll let the director figure things out.”

“What director?” Jason asks. “What camp?”

“Just sit tight. Reinforcements should be here soon. Hopefully nothing happens before -”

Lightning crackles overhead. The wind picks up with a vengeance. Worksheets fly into the Grand Canyon, and the entire bridge shutters. Kids scream, stumbling and grabbing the rails.

“I had to stay something,” Hedge grumbles. He bellows into his megaphone, “Everyone inside! The cow says moo! Off the skywalk!”

“I thought you said this thing was stable!” Jason shouts over the wind.

“Under normal circumstances,” Hedge agrees, “which these aren’t. Come on.”

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[asgardianangel]

You are mine (Lalo Salamanca X Fem!Reader One-shot)

Summary: Lalo finds out someone is interfering with his business and gets obsessed.

Warnings: Bad language, choking(near death), forced kissing and touching, chasing, Lalo is pretty dark in this one, implied collaring, nicknames (puppy, little girl),implied murder, Lalo kinda obsessed

“Someone is fucking with us” Blizz urges looking over at Lalo who appears to be deep in thought. It had been over a week now and the business is facing attack. Dealers would come back to the diner without the calculated or no profit at all. It was fun watching Ignacio break a few bones, but Lalo could not withstand someone taking his money no longer. The men around the gambling table thought Lalo would be pissed off with it.  

But he seemed to be intrigued. 

A chuckle erupts and Lalo looks at the men “Explain to me again what happened?” he asked no longer bothered about the game of cards they were playing he lifts both legs and places them on top of the table. 

From what he understood at the end is that it was a lone wolf with a grudge on his business. Nothing to do with Fring. This was someone new. 

At the end of the night, he decided to take a stroll down to all the areas he claimed (as well as his cousin Tuco’s business). Addicts there told stories he could barely make out, but they all had something in common.  

‘Someone in all back and wearing a face scarf’. Sneaky enough to jump and climb into windows of dealers and steal their stash. Only in the areas he owned. 

Lalo couldn’t really explain the thrill of someone other than Fring interfering with his business. 

“cabrón valiente (brave bastard)” He whispered under his breath 

Lalo then remembered that Krazy eight is going to investigate that problem on fifth street. So, he called up Ignacio. 

He was going observe. 

- 

This night was special, and you knew it. Waiting and watching in the shadows you heard loud obnoxious music blast throughout the street. 

“Junkies” you whisper with a shake of your head seeing them arguing over ‘not getting their crystal’ the woman nicknamed ‘Mouse’ you had come to learn was pissed off and joining in on this argument. Giving you a good chance to strike. 

Pulling up your dark hood and scarf you sneaked over to the back of the delict building. You were lucky that climbing was your expertise the perfect skill for this kind of job.  

But it wasn’t really a job no. It was personal 

You climbed noticing a gap in the bordered-up window (just the right space for you to fit through). You breathed carefully looking around making sure nobody has spotted you (but you still heard the irritating argument of the junkies). When got inside the place was empty all except from a desk chair by the window.  

“Bingo” 

On closer inspection you found a metal tin under the seat which contained a full load of crystal. Chuckling you tucked that nasty shit in your bag and looked around for anything else. 

Money maybe? That would seriously piss them off. 

You would kill them all in time. Every last one. 

Too busy investigating you were caught off guard by the blaring sounds of police sirens.  

“Fuck” you cursed slinging your bag over your shoulder and moving towards the window you came through. Freezing a minute, you saw an officer walk by with his torch in hand. 

You took the opportunity to climb down when he disappeared before they could ransack the place at any time. 

You quieted down catching your breath and moved on trying to get away from the building without been seen. With a quick peak over your shoulder, you sighed in relief as they were too caught up with arresting a familiar man. 

‘Where the fuck have, I seen him before?’ The question ran through your mind, but you pushed it aside.  

The headlights of a car shined in your face out of nowhere and your eyes made contact not one but two familiar men. One you couldn’t remember the name of but the other was... 

Lalo Salamanca. 

You were in a state of panic, but the click of a car door handle activated your flight mode again. You ran like a rabbit only hearing your loud heartbeat and soon heavy footsteps behind you. Sure, you prepared for a situation like this you thought you would at least get chased down by one of his men  

but never Lalo Salamanca himself!  

You were closing in on wooded area hoping you could lose him but there was no stopping him. 

“te voy a atrapar! (I’m going to catch you)” You heard his determined but cheerful voice yell out. You steadied yourself almost tripping on a branch you looked over your shoulder to see Lalo hunting you down without anything stopping him.  

Fuck the guy was huge. 

You concentrated dodging trees and branches (even more difficult in the dark) 

And soon you were his prey. 

Lalo didn’t want this cabrón to escape his clutches huffing like a mad man he hurled himself on top of you (an action that could only be describe as animal like). He wasted no time flipping you over on your back as you tried to fight to fight back. But he was quick to restrain your wrists with his strong hands. 

He practically ripped the face scarf off revealing you to himself like a prize. He was taken back for sure as he sat himself on top of you. 

You were a woman. A hermoso (beautiful) woman. 

Chuckling in disbelief he moved one of his hands from above and caresses your face. 

“Get off of me!” You finally emitted your voice in distress, but Lalo only laughed again. “So, you are the man in black my men have been talking about?” he teasingly asked.   

Lalo moved his face close to yours “you are just a   niñita (little girl) with nothing else better to do” he spoke softly. Lalo felt a hard blow of a rock to the face, and you tried your best to scramble only to be pinned down again. 

“Where do you think you're going niñita?” Lalo asked placing a hand around your neck giving it a squeeze. You certainly had a lot of fight in you. 

He liked it. Enjoying it even. 

“Fuck you!” you cussed out at him with a whisp of breath causing him to chuckle “if you ask politely   bebé” he told you. 

“But first we need to talk” Lalo hushed moving his hand from your throat. Before you could even fight him again, he picks you up and slings you over his broad shoulder (like you weighed nothing).  

You beat your hands against his back but it didn’t effect him he grabbed your bag and then

he carried you throughout the woods to his car.

- 

Being tied up in the backseat of Lalo’s car you listen to him sing some song and converse in Spanish to the other man “if you are going to sing to me just, please put me out of my misery” you comment only to earn an amused look from Lalo. 

The car ride was long, and your wrists started to become sore. 

Where the fuck are they driving? 

Lalo must have read your mind “I’m taking you home with me querida” he told you. 

“fuck’s sake” you cussed struggling against the restraints. 

“Hey, no ninita should speak like that” he sternly said causing you to laugh. 

“ella necesita aprender algunos modales (she needs to learn some manners)” he spoke to the guy driving. 

“We’re here” He then said you could barely lift yourself up to look around. There was a tap to the window and Lalo rolled it down with the biggest grin. 

“encontré a mi chico (I found my guy)” Lalo chuckled making quotations to the word ‘chico’. The man outside the window hummed in surprise and gestured for the big gate to be open. 

‘This is what trafficking drugs and murdering people gets you’ you thought only managing to see the lavish the house coming into to view. 

Lalo enthusiastically opened his door getting out and started greeting people leaving you and the man ‘Ignacio’ in the car alone. 

“You shouldn’t have done this you have no idea who you are dealing with” He warned you. 

“Why can’t he just kill me already? Get it over and done with” you asked. 

“He doesn’t plan to kill you” He simply replied. 

You were so confused and was about to ask why? But Lalo soon swinged the backseat open with a whistle. 

“Hey! Hey!” you kicked your feet like a child having a tantrum. But this didn’t bother him at all. Lalo just pulled you out to show you off to the very surprised strangers next to him. 

“This is my gardener my cook and my cleaner” he started to begin an introduction like the circumstances weren’t weird at all. Feeling anxious as Lalo pulled you back against him with a chuckle.  

“You never mentioned your name querida how rude of me not to ask” Lalo scolded himself moving strands of hair away from your face. 

“I don’t want to asshole” You seethed out debating whether or not you could bash your head back onto his face and make a run for it. But by the look of those heavily armed guard dogs of his you wouldn't make it that far. 

“ella tiene fuego tu sabes? (she’s got fire you know?)”  

This man is a fuckin manic. 

“Let go of me!” you scream only to be slung over his shoulder again and carried you inside 

You were unable to bang your fists against him as Lalo headed upstairs with you whistling another tune. He walked towards the door at the end of the door and swinged it open. Revealing a bedroom. 

“I’m going to put you down now so be good for me” he told you. 

“Okay” you whispered out in defeat secretly planning the next move. 

Lalo places you down onto the bed you watch him drag a chair from the other side of the room to sit on. “Soooo- what’s a ninita such as yourself have against me and my business?” Lalo asked placing both hands to his lap. 

You took a look around thinking and then a snap of his fingers caught your attention “No no no eyes on me” he told you. 

You huffed putting your tied wrists in front of you “could you please untie me first?” you asked ‘nicely’ Lalo scratches his chin then sighs untying them you winced rubbing the sore of your wrists bringing your legs on to the bed to sit comfortably. 

You thought back to the time you hated the most and looked Lalo in the eye “you killed my friend” you simply said.  

“That’s it?” Lalo asked  

Is he fucking serious right now? 

“You have no compassion, do you?” you asked back shaking your head. 

“Who was this ‘friend’?” he questioned you looked away not wanting to meet the eyes of this monster any longer.  

“James Ward street name Flynn you shot him down in the street like some dog” The venom came out with the explanation. 

“Oh, he was a fuckin snitch querida” Lalo simply chuckled. 

“He didn’t deserve to die” you answered sharply. 

Lalo pointed a finger at you and spoke again “you are putting yourself in a life and death situation sounds to me bebé like Flynn was more than a ‘friend’” Lalo explains with another chuckle. 

The fucked-up part is that he was correct. You did love James more than a simple friend and the news of his death shattered you.  

“Look if you are going to kill me do it already. Alright?” You spoke kind of hoping he would. 

Lalo just gazes at you in sicking grin. 

“Your plead to kill you is very attractive to me querida” Lalo hums. 

You could never get over how crazy he is 

He then gets up and joins you on the bed to which you shift away from him. But Lalo wanted to be up close and personal “If I were to kill you, do you know how I would do it?” he asks caressing your ankle and you shake your head. 

“How would you?” the question came out in a whisper as you looked away. Lalo grabs your face and made you look him in the eye “Well-” his hand traces across your cheek to your neck and he grabs a hard hold of it causing you to wheeze “I would grab your pretty neck and squeeze until your last breath to come out” 

He squeezes harder “beautiful you know?” he tells you close (to the point you could feel his own breath on your face). He laughs lightly seeing your natural skin turn red as you try to hold onto life while he sits on top of you. 

Then he lets go. 

You gasped for air desperately feeling weak and dazed to the point you didn’t notice that Lalo was kissing your neck. Trying to stop him you slap your hands against him, but he only groaned when finding that sweet spot. 

Sucking as if he was some sort of vampire. 

“From now on you are mine”

  You couldn’t help but moan you hated yourself for it. 

"You may as well forget that dead boyfriend and think of me" Lalo soothed hand reaching up to your breast under your jacket.

“I would never kill you ninita” he whispered in your ear so intimately. 

“But I’m going make you wish I did” Lalo rubbed the rawness of your neck and got off of you after giving you a deep and unwanted kiss. 

“We are gonna wait till that pretty neck stops hurting and then-” Lalo opens one of the bedside drawers and to your horror he revealed a dog collar. 

“You are going to be the beautiful house perrita (puppy) and what to name you” he wondered  

Fin

Thanks for reading I hope you enjoyed it

#lalo salamanca x reader #better call saul fanfic #nacho varga

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Teenage Dirtbags 👊 || Richie Toizer

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||Little backstory, skip down if you don't want to read though it may get confusing if you don't.||

Y/n is a drug dealer, only a certain few people know she is because she's good at hiding it with her daddy's little princess persona, although there's more than meets the eye to this drug dealing princess.

She gives Richie discount deals varying from making out to hooking up, Richie uses it his advantage since he has no problem doing this with her.

ꕥ Story Starts Here ↴ ꕥ

Richie walked down the hall looking for Y/n, he stopped at he locker and waited for her to arrive. "What are you doing here?" He heard her say, he looked up at saw her opening her locker. "I'm out." He told her, looking up at her with a desperate look. "Already? I gave you a whole bunch three days ago." She said confused by how he could smoke that much in such a short amount of time. "Well, to be fair, I had to share with six other losers." He said standing up, she looked at him with a grumpy look. "This is totally unfair! I undersell you, I give you a massive discount and you've been sharing my product?!" She complained, placing her hands on her hips, he smirked. "To be fair, you were the one who came up with the discount deal." He said shrugging slyly, as if he didn't enjoy it himself, she rolled her eyes. "Fine. How much do you want?" She asked, reaching into her locker. "How much can ya do for... twenty bucks plus the discount deal?" He asked, handing her the cash, she handed him about thirty grams of weed in a little bag, all ground down and ready to go. "Thank you~" he said sing-songily, kissing her cheek. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, I'll see you after school." She said, shooing him away before her boyfriend comes over, Richie chuckled and left with the weed in his pocket.

ꕥ After School ꕥ

Richie waited at his car, lighting one of his cigarettes while he waited, He looked over at Y/n with her boyfriend, he had walked her to the bus stop that she'd 'catch the bus' from, her boyfriend walked back Richie and glared at him. "Fuckin' loser." Her boyfriend said, Richie chuckled and watched him get in his car and drive off, he looked over where Y/n was and saw her running over. "Hey dollface..." He said softly, opening the car door for her. "God I hate him." She said, talking about her boyfriend, Richie laughed as he got in offering her the rest of his cigarette, she took it gratefully. "Why are you dating him?" He asked as he pulled out of the car park, she groaned and put the cigarette butt in the ashtray in his car. "It's all apart of the persona my friend." She said giggling as he placed his hand on her thigh. "So tell me, who are the other six people you share your stash with?" She asked, looking at him. "Oh hmm, Bill, Ben, Eds, Bev, Stan and Mike." He said, rubbing her thigh softly as he drove, she hummed in response leaning back in her seat.

They got to his house and went inside, his parents weren't there like always, they headed upstairs and hung out for a bit before they began making out, it lasted a good twenty minutes before things started to go further at they stopped. He started to roll the weed into joints for later, making one for himself to have know. "Y'know, you should learn to roll joints, that way you could have an option to have ready made joints or just ground up weed." He said as he took a long hit of his joint, offering it to her, she took a hit too, exhaling hers before him. "How the fuck did you even learn, isn't it illegal to post shit about how?" She asked, choking slightly, he chuckled and pet her head. "I have my ways." He said sluggishly, she rested her head on his shoulder. "Teach me then." She said quietly, watching him roll the joints, he taught her how and got her to make one, she did pretty good for her first try, his room was pretty smoky by the time they finished, he got up to open a window when there was a knock on his door.

She stood up and went into his bathroom, spraying herself with perfume and putting mints in her mouth, he opened the window and went downstairs to answer the door, it was his friends, he had forgotten that he had invited them over to smoke, Y/n stood at the stairs with her backpack, ready to leave when Beverly stopped her. "You didn't tell us you were friends with daddy's little girl." Beverly said smirking, Y/n rolled her eyes, readjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder. "Y/n's cool, you just don't know her how I do." Richie said, wrapping his arm around her shoulder while Beverly laughed. "W-w-why don't you s-s-stay? You c-could hang o-out w-with us i-if you want." Bill said, smiling softly, Y/n looked at Richie who nodded. "Y-yeah, sure." Y/n said quietly, they all went into the living room, Richie brought the joints in and sat next to Y/n, sharing one with her again. "Wait, so are you two hooking up or something?" Mike asked, he wasn't smoking since he was the designated driver for everyone. "Well, let's just say, Y/n and I are close." Richie said chuckling, wrapping an arm around her.

"Dude, where do you get this shit, it's so good." Beverly asked, taking a long drag, Richie laughed softly. "Like I said last time, my secret seller." He said shrugging, Y/n giggled. "Hey dollface, why don't you go get the rest of the weed up in my room and roll them for me." He said to her, slipping a 20 bill in her pocket, meaning he wanted to buy more, she nodded and took a little baggie from her bag, going upstairs and grabbing the paper he uses made of hemp, she brought them down and started rolling them. "Thanks toots~" He said teasingly, chuckling as he played with her hair, after he smoked some more and he began to get higher than he could handle. "Oi, Oi, sweet cheeks!" He called out to Y/n, chuckling as she blushed. "How strong is this stuff?" He asked, whispering it in her ear. "I dunno, pretty strong." She said shrugging, he pulled her close and sighed "I don't think I can drive you home, you should just stay over." He said, being way too dramatic. "Oh please, you're not that high." She said, squishing his cheeks softly, he chuckled and leaned over to kiss her but stopped when he remembered his friends were here so he pretended she had an eyelash on her cheek.

"Oh hey guys, there's a party tonight later at like nine, should we go check it out?" Eddie asked, everyone nodded, Y/n looked at the time and got up to call her parents, she told them she was staying at her friends house to work on a school project. "Ohhh~ lying to the parents?" Beverly said from behind her, Y/n smiled nervously. "So what? She does it all the time, you should heard the lie she told when we-" Richie started, getting cut off by Y/n covering his mouth. "I'm gonna go change." Y/n said quickly, walking upstairs to Richie's room, she had extra clothes in his closet in case she needed them. She put on a white sundress with pink flowers and a pink cardigan, fixing her frilly socks and buckling up her Mary Janes, she stood up and looked over at the door, seeing Richie smirking. "You nearly exposed us." She said quietly, he shrugged and grabbed her hips. "I don't mind." He said, kissing her softly, the group left and went to the party.

ꕥ At the party ꕥ

They all walked in and split up Y/n ended up getting lost in the crowd of people and went to get a drink finding Richie at the table. "There you are, I thought I lost you." He said chuckling, she smiled shyly and got herself a drink, she chose a nonalcoholic drink since she didn't want to get drunk like most of the people at the party. There was a loud crash and someone grabbed her waist, she turned around to see her boyfriend. "Hey baby~" He slurred, clearly drunk. "Oh uh, hey babe..." She said quietly, her boyfriend looked between her and Richie. "What are you doing with this loser?" He slurred, pulling her towards himself while Richie looked at him slyly. "Richie? Oh uh, he's my partner in the science project so I was talking to him about the project." She lied, Richie smirked, she was such a pretty liar. "Okay, well here, have some of my drink." Her boyfriend said smirking, Y/n had an off feeling about it but she didn't want to upset him so she drank it, it was horribly bitter and terribly strong.

"It's good." She lied again, taking a sip of the much sweeter drink she had. After a while she started getting dizzy, she thought it was just because of her drink being too sweet, she went to get water but passed out before she could. Her boyfriend picked her up and went to take her upstairs when Richie stopped him. "What did you do to her?!" He shouted, trying to get Y/n away from him. "It's none of your business, get out of the fucking way." Her boyfriend said, shoving him, Richie ended up punching him and Y/n was put down while the two boy fought. They both got all bloody and bruised but Richie was losing, her boyfriend was much larger since he was a stupid jock. The fight was still going when Y/n finally woke up, she got in between the boys, ending in her getting hit by her boyfriend, Richie instantly punch her boyfriend square in the nose before helping her up. They went back to his house and she began to tend to his cuts, scrapes and bruises. "He drugged you Y/n..." Richie mumbled, not making eye contact, she smiled softly and kissed his forehead. "Thank you, for keeping me safe." She said softly, hugging him gently.

#richie toizer x reader #beep beep richie #richie tozier #richie tozier smut

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So, there's many of you now. I know we're in the How Sweet It Is Not To Know Follower Counts website and I do cherish that, but still, more people than ever in my life clicked a button that in some capacity says "I care what this dork has to tell me" and I want to acknowledge and celebrate that - especially now that this growth seems to have settled into its rhythm.

Spot when @identifying-cars-in-posts reblogged my pinned, lol.

So, for my 100th post, I felt like celebrating our love for reaching round numbers. And little in the automotive world represents it more iconically than what reigned supreme above all cars in the 1980s.

Porsche started out as an engineering firm, whose most notable contract was what would become known as the Volkswagen Beetle (and boy what a story that is). The first car of its own was the 356 seen below - a sporty body laid over Beetle underpinnings and thus still mostly made by Volkswagen. But by God, they were going to run with that recipe and perfect it 'til the sun burst.

Meanwhile, in England, a chap called Colin Chapman decides the next of his company's track cars will actually be drivable on the street, to need no trailer to go race. Thus the Lotus Seven is born and sold in kit, which avoids high taxes on the exporting of cars to the US (but those taxes would have remained had they been sold with assembly manuals… so they were sold with disassembly manuals for you to read backwards. No, seriously.).

The Porsche 356 kept getting less and less Volkswagen and more and more Porsche until in 1964, the year of the Beatles, the year of the Stones, the stone-age Beetle was left behind for good with the Porsche 911 (seen below), a blank-canvas take on the same recipe of an air-cooled rear boxer engine powering the rear wheels of a squished-Beetle-shaped sportscar. 'Twas good.

In 1973, Lotus was doing pretty well for itself. The Seven's whole 2500 sales had carried it through producing a number of other models, and a few were even in production concurrently - a lineup! Exciting stuff! Well, that and an F1 team so successful its Wikipedia page features the section "Domination in the 60s and '70s". The exciting opportunity to move upmarket, with bigger models with AC and automatics and all that bougie shit, pushed them to move away from the image of scruffy old kit car makers, ceding the Seven's production to the last two dealers that sold it, main one being Caterham Cars.

The 911 headed into the 80s old enough to drive, and Porsche's plans considered it at the end of the line, with staff already mourning it. But then the yankee at his third week as CEO saw those plans (which to Germans are basically scripture), said "to hell with that" and extended that line off the chart. Literally. He went to the lead engineer's office and physically took a marker at a development chart. They all secretly liked that.

Still, it was clear the game was changing - intercoolers, all wheel drive, active suspension... how hard could the 911 layout go if it didn't stick to its simple air-cooled roots? Well, Porsche resolved to find out by filling it with the cusp of automotive advancements and then some. And I do mean filling - a chassis that didn't even need space for a radiator was suddenly tasked with storing it, two turbos, two intercoolers, and a good half dozen oil pumps.

Yeah good luck with that, buddy. Oh, and materials? The body was kevlar, the frame was aluminium, the floor was Nomex (ever even heard of Nomex???), the wheels were magnesium and the spokes were hollow!!!! You could blow into the spokes!!! And don't get me started on the technology! Variable height, an all-wheel-drive system that distributed torque at will, electronics galore... As you may be able to guess, development was… complex.

At one point a test driver was doing 180km/h (112mph) to go get the car un-on-fire-d, and that's just one of the plenty horror stories. Hell, work started in 1983 to create a car for Group B and took so long that when said rally series died in 1986, production was just starting. Not that development would stop at the start of production, either - the first cars just got updated when the owners took them in for their service. (Can't blame them, I fix wording in weeks-old posts...) But however long it took, the resulting Porsche 959 answered the originating question "How hard can this chassis go?" with a resounding "Hard and then some".

It was comfortable and refined enough to be driven every day, but so capable it extended the limits of the concept of production car. Put it this way: it reached car people's favorite round number, 100km/h (to yankee doodles, 60mph) in 3.6 seconds. The second fastest production car did so in 4.6. That's one second of margin in a race that ends in five. Oh, and if you want to put it another way: the 959 was the first production car to ever surpass 300km/h, let alone come 1 shy of the mythical 200mph (322km/h).

Meanwhile, the handful of chaps at Caterham was still producing the Caterham Seven. It's the Lotus Seven (specifically the third revision, from 1968), but I guess in '83 the engine changed. We were saying?

They couldn't sell the 959 stateside for lack of crash test data, and America's ban on importing foreign cars under 25 years of age had no exception. That is, until Bill Gates wanted a 959 so bad he spent 13 years getting an exception passed. That's how hot this car is.

And yet, this record-breaking, boundary-pushing, master-of-all-trades hypercar sits atop the 80s automotive landscape engulfed in shadow. But how? Why? Because it failed to contend with the greatest automotive headache: humans. It was planted, practical, reliable, predictable - docile, domesticated, amicable. Perfect. But these are not meant to be cars, they're meant to be posters. And you don't get posters of what is perfect, but of what excites you. And what excites us is the visceral, the raw, the uncompromising - the wild, the feral, the dangerous. And, of course, reaching round numbers. What excites us is a lot more like the first production car to break 200mph, the Ferrari F40.

Remember how the 959 was being developed for Group B racing and then the series died? Well, Ferrari got screwed over too, with the 288 GTO Evoluzione they were developing (seen here to the right of the base 288 GTO) suddenly having no reason to be.

The lead engineer then asked Enzo Ferrari to let him turn that weekend project (literally, they couldn't spend work week time on it) into a road car to celebrate their 40 years. Enzo, nearing the end of his days, thought "Ah, what the hell, let's leave with a bang", so they set off to build what would become the anti-959. Not anti as in response, but as in antithesis. Where the 959 was an attempt to modernize the noisy, unrefined, old-school 911 -to make a supercar "tested for everyday usability to the most strenuous standards", by Porsche's words- the F40 was a reaction to, per Ferrari's words, "customers saying Ferraris were becoming too plush and comfortable": "nothing but sheer performance. Not a laboratory for the future, as the 959 is. Not Star Wars."

To exemplify: left is the 959 - note the leather and electric seats, right is the F40, note the string you open the door with.

The F40 was noisy, crashy, torrid, and the turbo lag painstakingly smoothed out in the 959 here kicked you in the back like a locked door. It would rip your head off the moment it sensed you didn't know what you were doing. But it was more exciting - to look at, to hear, to drive. And that's what won people over - including the buyers, which were near four times as many as Porsche's despite the price tag being double.

Had the 959 lost then? Well, not quite. Enter the 959 S. Doing away with much of the 959's luxuries, like adjustable suspension, electric windows, AC, central locking, and even backsea- wait, the 959 had BACKSEATS???? Holy FUCK why does no one talk about that??? Take the family on a trip to 300kphville! I was saying. They schlapped some bigger turbos on too and power went from 444hp right past the F40's 470hp to a healthy 508, that propelled it over what any roadgoing F40 ever managed at 211mph, or 339km/h. Presumably for bragging rights.

And I want to stress, these were titans clashing here. This was leagues beyond what other production cars could even comprehend. Again, the 959 hit 100km/h in 3.6 seconds. The F40 held a record by taking less than 16 seconds to go from 0 to 160km/h(100mph) and back to 0. This was witnessing superhumans fighting through the clouds.

And then in 1992, the two chaps that 'developed' Caterhams (i.e. banged new ones together in the shed) told the chap they worked for "Hey, let's make one that's really barebones and fast", rang up their ol' mate (and ex-F1 racer) Jonathan Palmer to ask to lend a hand, and bought some of the 250hp engine that powered the Vauxhall (British for Opel) Cavalier GSi in the British Touring Car Championship.

Thus, the Caterham Seven Jonathan Palmer Evolution - a raw, uncomfortable, uncompromising beast that went fast as all fuck. Now, if you don't know Sevens you may think "Ah, so just like the F40, what with its handcrank windows and the string to open the doorlatch and all". And to illustrate how far off that is: in the Seven the windows were sown on and you latched the door yourself with a button.

And that's the standard version which had windows and doors. The JPE didn't.

The JPE had a carbon tub you were meant to call a seat, the controls, a rev counter and a tach that didn't even bother with speed under 30mph, and fuck you. And this one is not even as barebones as it gets: this one is painted.

So while the F40 went from 1,250kg (2760lb) to 1370kg (3020lb) when adjusted to comply with US regulations and the 959 went from 1450kg (3200lb) to the lightweight S version's 1350kg (2975lb), the Seven JPE weighed 1170. As in 1170lb. 530kg. Read that again if you need to, but it had about half the power of those two and considerably less than half the car to move. And so, in January 1993, this thing -this '50s coffin with a Vauxhall engine banged together by one guy in a shed- took the Guinness World Record for fastest car to 100km/h with a time of 3.46 seconds - and the 0-160km/h-0 record with 13.1 seconds. Close your eyes and picture that.

Yet the Seven JPE is hardly known to anyone but the most hardcore of enthusiasts, and owned by barely four dozens of 'em. So did it, perhaps, ultimately lose? Not at all. In fact, none of these cars did.

Every 959 cost Porsche twice what they sold it for, but the project proved the 911's layout could stand the test of time, and its development gave Porsche technologies it gradually infused into the 911 keeping it relevant, competitive, and most importantly alive to this day.

And I think we can safely say that when Enzo Ferrari died in 1988, a year after the F40's launch, his wish to leave with a bang was perfectly fulfilled - so much so that the F40 is commonly regarded as the peak of his legacy.

And the JPE was simply the greatest Seven ever - the most raw, thrilling, pure automotive experience the streets had ever witnessed. If driving a fast car was like biking down a hill, the Seven JPE was skydiving. Hell, it was the cover car of éX-Driver, an anime about a team using old-school sportscars to rescue haywire autonomous vehicles!

Not that culturally relevant but MAN was it cool as a kid. I need to hang those damn posters one of these days. I was saying.

These are three success stories in three radically different ways. Because, as much as I've made this post all about the numbers, sometimes it's not about that. Sometimes it's about making a show, leaving a mark, being spectacular. Sometimes it's about pushing yourself to achievements you can take pride and inspiration from. Sometimes it's simply about having fun seeing just how far you can really go. Sometimes it's about deciding what you want to be and make a new favorite version of yourself, that is the best it can be at what you care the most about. And for some that may result in less popularity or success or impact or legacy than others, but those are just some of the things you can work towards. It can be okay to just work towards having a blast. Hell, those madmen at Caterham used to stay after work to build themselves track cars, race them the next day and put ‘em back in the workshop after racing them, and the company survived to this day. Because, yes, they're still around - and their new lineup topper gets to 100 in 2.8. Windshield still optional. Well, at least there's headrests now. And a wider version, for the concrete possibility that you physically don't fit.

Never change, Caterham, because you certainly never have.

Links in blue are posts of mine explaining the words in question - if you liked this post, you might like those!

#this was meant to also celebrate 300 followers #i am just that slow at writing stuff #porsche 356 #porsche 911 #porsche 959 s #ferrari 288 evoluzione #ferrari f40 #lotus seven #caterham seven jpe #vauxhall cavalier gsi #round numbers