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cheesus-doodles · 1 year

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Hey Cheesus!! Just wanted to say I loved the South post, I absolutely adore seeing brazilian culture getting more recognition, and Y/N making feijoada???? A dream come true for real (also, maybe she would make him brigadeiros as well? It's soooo good and very easy to make, everyone loves it!)

I'd like to know what are your thoughts on how the boys would react if Y/N started making more brazilian foods for them as well, to settle their jealousy!

(Also, about the translation, "meu pequeno anjo" is correct! But, if you want to, you could also use "anjinho", which is a more informal and affectionate way of saying it! "Meu pequeno anjo" can be a mouthfull, so "anjinho" is usually what we use around here!)

Anonymous asked: As a brazilian this is my time to shine!!! us brazilians love to talk about our country, so I just know south would make Coxinha for you and show you some sertanejo songs <3 btw instead of "pequeno anjo" is better if u use "anjinho", both are right it's just that the second way makes more sense :)

asdhasdaj hello from the other side of the world! its mindblowing to me that we all somehow ended up here even though physically we're so far away! glad to here yall liked that fic, here's a little follow-up, it's been a long time coming :) (and thank you for the language tips!) as usual its 5.30am here so i will edit this tomorrow ;-;

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Recommended Reading: A Time Long Past; A Friend In Me Chapter 1

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The Dawn that A New Day Brings

They were a little more misshapen than he had initially thought South had to admit, looking back down at the enormous bento box filled with neat rows of coxinha that once more saw the light of day as you ever so gently pried open the lid with small, fragile hands, the too-large box balanced carefully on your tiny lap. The comforting snack he remembered chowing down on back in a simpler time had turned out a lot flatter than what he had originally envisioned and what they really should be - looking much like burger patties instead of its supposed signature teardrop shape. But you didn't seem to even notice the odd, uneven shapes or the slightly burnt surfaces, your stomach letting out an impatient grumble as you excitedly reached out for one, only to pause right before your fingers made contact, turning those adorable doe eyes back up at him. “Are these really for me?”

The giant of a man could only laugh at your eagerness, reaching up to gingerly grind his knuckles into your hair, which earned him a quick swat of your hand and a giggled ‘stop that!’. How someone as kind, as innocent as you could exist alongside monsters, murderers like him was a question South could only wonder about, though no one would find him complaining - you never did like when he referred to himself as anything but your friend. “If you can finish them all anjinho, then yes.”

You smacked him again, this time on his arm, your bright laughter bursting forth from soft lips. “Cheeky! You know what I meant.”

It was one of those rare afternoons that had been marked as empty on your schedule for one reason or another that South couldn’t care about, and the weather despite it being the middle of summer was surprisingly pleasant - there had been a light drizzle earlier in the afternoon that threatened the lunch he had been eagerly awaiting for the past two weeks, though it had cleared up into a cloudless sky. From just round the corner came floating the sounds of chattering and games, though the rest of your schoolmates knew well to keep clear of the secluded, silent backyard no matter how much the extra space would be welcomed; even before the arrival of your latest pet delinquent or so the rumors went, the school yard had always been the territory of gangs.

But all he could focus on in the moment was you: watching as you struggled to twist your body with the relatively enormous lunch box still balanced on your lap, his hand stabilizing the box as you did, your tongue sticking out the corner of your mouth in concentration as you attempted to grab your school bag from beside him where it was resting on the bench. How he could easily snap your back in two with one hand, crush your delicate wrist as you reached over him - but it was only you who had ever gotten away with so much, with your songbird voice that twinkled like bells when you laughed and lifted his mood. His little angel indeed.

Finally managing to haul what looked like a bento box out, the lid to your box was carefully open. The intoxicating smell of seafood and coconut instantly burst forth into the open air, the sheer tantalizing aroma catching even South off guard as you revealed the familiar sight of yellow paste topped with shrimp and contrasted with the bright green of fresh cilantro. “Here! I made vatapá the other day for my friends, so I kept some of the paste for you!”

As if on cue, a loud growl called out from the delinquent’s stomach, as it always did when faced with your cooking, though your friend barely flinched in the face of your suppressed giggles - if it had been anyone else, they would have already found themselves at the business end of his fist. But for you, all that happened was your muffled laughter quickly escalating into full-blown laughter when his finger found your sides in precise jabs, his lip quirking up in amusement. “Is it that funny?”

“A-ah, stop that!” Was all you managed to breathe out between your guffaws. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“That’s what I thought,” South huffed, though there wasn’t a hint of malice in his voice, finally letting up for you to catch your breaths.

“You’re a big meanie, you know that?” But you still offered him the box anyway, which he gladly accepted, quickly digging in without much encouragement. He couldn’t remember feeling this happy since his childhood days; you filled that hole in his heart that fighting could never.

So why couldn’t he keep you all to himself? Why did he let you get away? And most importantly, why did he let those Tokyo Manji bastards keep taking you away from him?

Lunch passed in relative peace, South wolfing down every bit of shrimp coconut skew and fragrant rice while you giggled at the vigor, gingerly blowing and nibbling on coxinha, the shade of the old tree keeping the sun out of yours and his eyes. And as your lunch break came into a close much quicker than either of you expected, boxes were reluctantly packed away, with the last of the coxinha that you had begged out of polished off by him, the gears in his head still turning as they had for the past week or two, staring at you unblinkingly with those harsh yellow eyes. “Thanks for the wonderful lunch,” you beamed up at him adorably, unafraid, uncaring maybe of his intense look, the brown paper bag you carried everywhere already clutched between your two hands as you made to turn away. “It was good to see you again Minami.”

This was it. This was the last chance he would have in a long time, if not ever - catching someone like you without laying a finger on your tender flesh wouldn’t be difficult, not in the slightest. You were naive, gullible to a fault. An innocent creature by any stretch, but alas your beloved friends that followed you everywhere were not. “Before you go,” he started, and you paused, cocking your head in confusion.

“What’s up?” Ah, those doe eyes, almost shimmering in the sunlight; he couldn’t wait till they were only his to enjoy.

“Nothing much anjinho, but if you have some time I want to show you my new bike.” There was no lie in that, he really did just get his hands on one; you were the sole individual he never felt comfortable lying to. And watching your face light up, it seemed that was the right decision as you quickly agreed without a second thought; taking his offered hand as he gently led you out towards the front of your school.

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Baji sighed again, bronze eyes scanning the flood of students flowing back and dispersing into the various classrooms from where he was leaned against outside yours. It was five minutes till your class started, and you still had yet to return from lunch. A highly unusual occurrence in itself, given you were hardly, if ever, late for class. Not with the emphasis you had on your studies or grades or whatever it was he didn’t.

He had been against this from the start, would be what he reminded the rest when this little experiment goes horribly wrong. Leaving you even one lunch free to do as you please without their supervision; it was supposed to be a simple test if you could obey their explicit instructions to you. Stay away from South Terano.

You knew how your Toman friends felt - you knew how Baji felt - about you talking to people outside of them, let alone your engrossment with someone as dangerous and unhinged as South. They were right: you couldn’t be trusted with your own safety. Mikey and Kazutora had been pissed to hell and back that day, and it wasn’t as if Baji could disagree with their conclusion of killing the delinquent and be done with it despite Draken, Mitsuya and Pah’s vehement opposition. He didn’t want to lose you or a slightest bit of your affection. They should be the only ones in your life, with all that you mean to them and they to you, keeping you safe and protected.

Letting out a second sigh, the black-haired boy’s sharp ears didn’t fail to miss what seemed like interesting mumbles drifting out from the crowd, dangerously narrowed eyes quickly zeroing in on one unlucky boy - he recognised this one. A classmate of yours that Baji vaguely remembered kicking the shit out for once passing a tad too close to your desk for comfort. “Hey.” A quick grab and yank, and the unfortunate soul was face-to-face with a ticked-off and visibly irate Toman’s First Division Captain. “Care to repeat what you were saying?” It wasn’t a question.

But in a surprising twist, your classmate didn’t instantly break down into a mess like so many had before, far from it, instead looking Baji up and down with a critical eye. Seemingly having come to a decision, as if making up his mind that dealing with Toman no matter how painful was somehow the lesser of two evils. And out spilled the repeated rumor: you had been seen walking off campus hand in hand with an impossibly tall guy with tattoos that ran down his face, and you hadn’t been seen since.

South. You failed.

And then his phone went off. Mitsuya’s spotted you, and it wasn’t within the school compound.

Letting out a strong curse that had the whistleblower jumping slightly, Baji raced down the empty school corridor.

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“SOUTH!”

It was supposed to be a pleasant afternoon; they could vaguely remember the weatherman's earlier forecast of cloudy skies and cool temperatures from a few days' earlier that you had been extremely excited for. Even the dawn that the new day had brought, which they knew you had watched fondly from your small kitchen window like you always did, nursing a hot cup of tea, had been nothing but promising; the pastel pink sky that emerged out of the dark night together with the streaks of morning sun bursting over the horizon never failed to make their day. Yet here they were.

At the roar of the familiar voice, you stopped in your tracks just a block away from the gates to your school, turning around to look with pinched eyebrows. “Mikey?”

And down the road they came, your six Toman friends screeching to a halt just mere meters away from where you were, your hand still delicately gripped within a treacherous larger hand. “Get away from him,” the Toman President ordered, those haunting abyss eyes fixed on South’s yellow ones, white-knuckled fists clenched tightly by his sides, his face black with rage as Draken stepped forward, as if to gesture for you to return to them despite no further movements from him. An insult, a spit to their faces was what this was - the absolute gull of this scum to make his way into the heart of Toman’s territory to try and steal you away from them. And you playing along like it meant nothing; this sheer audacity couldn’t go unpunished. The world fell silent, still, waiting with bated breath.

You glanced hesitantly between your friends, the confusion and uncertainty clear in those doe eyes. What was going, it was clear you weren’t sure - certainly you knew your friends had always been protective of you, but this? This was a bit extreme, was it not? Yet before you could reply, you were instantly pushed behind a much larger figure, South stepping in front of you to grin down at the group in front of him. “Looking for me?”

“Minami’s just trying to-”

“This is kidnapping,” Baji gritted out through his teeth, and you flinched when those sharpened bronze eyes flickered over to you, though that didn’t stop the thoughts from racing through your head. Kidnapping? “You’re taking her against her will.”

You tried once more to explain. “No Baji, he’s trying to-”

“She’s coming with me freely,” South interrupted, the smirk on his face only seeming to grow as curses were instantly spat out at him. He knew what you meant to them, of course he did, having to watch day in and day out from a distance as you lavished your love on ‘your boys’, as you affectionately termed them. No more - your attention was now his.

But there was no doubt this Tokyo Manji Gang would let you go without a fight.

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Turning to look at you straight for the first time, Mikey narrowed his eyes, and you gulped. “Come. Here.” You really were in deep trouble this time.

“Okay Mikey,” you whispered, releasing your hand from South’s, taking a step towards the awaiting arms of Draken. You had hoped they wouldn’t be too angry if you kept just the one friend, but unfortunately that didn’t seem to be the case. But unlike the gentle hold that the giant of a delinquent had gripped your hand just seconds ago, you instead found one that refused to release you, South only tightening his grip more and more as you tried in vain to pull away. You whirled around to look back at him. “Minami, let go!”

“Tell them you’re coming with me.” You were going to be his. South never wanted to hurt you in any way, his little anjinho - the last thing he wanted was for you to be scared of him. But if it took intimidating you a little for you to never leave his side, then it was the way things would be. “Tell them.”

“I have to - ow!” His clutch only grew stronger, and you cried out. “Minami, you’re hurting me!”

In that heartbeat, the tension snapped, a blur of black flying to smash straight into one thick tattooed arm lifted straight in time, a flash of blond your only warning to duck as another smudge of yellow and black quickly followed with a punch aimed straight for South’s head.

Releasing you to protect himself, you were instantly yanked out of the way by two pairs of arms, sending you crashing backwards into a strong chest, your unhurt hand instinctively lifting to cradle your quickly bruising wrist, yellow and green marks in the shape of a hand imprinted into your soft skin. “Does it hurt?” Pah mumbled, one careful finger brushing against the area only to hastily retreat when you winced in response. “You need to go to the doctor.”

But your attention was somewhere else, your gaze fixed on your three friends brawling unrestrained. Baji was fast, arm snapping out to hold you back as you attempted a break from Draken. “No, stop it! Don’t fight!”

“You need a doctor,” the black-haired boy tried to convince you, but you were lost to the fight, the sight of Kazutora and Mikey and South out with the intention to kill too much for you to bear.

“Stop!” You cried out. It was all your fault, this mess you dragged everyone into. “Stop it!”

But all that the two Toman founders could hear was the pounding of unbridled jealousy and anger. This lesser animal, this unforgotten bastard trash; he had the audacity to lay a finger on you. Death. All would be resolved in blood. This was a death sentence.

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A moment of distraction, and you slipped from Draken.

The punches and kicks were coming, too fast, too strong to pull back at such a short notice as you came skidding between Mikey and South. Both fists slammed straight into you at full strength, wide eyes meeting yours for a single breath.

The world breathed. A loud bang, the sound of flesh hitting flesh as you disappeared from their view, and all they could hear was a painful wheeze followed by a thud. Your unmoving body kneeling over from where you had slammed against the crusted wall of an apartment block, falling face down onto the concrete.

And then chaos, the wail of your name raising the hair on the back of their necks as Kazutora rushed over to you, followed by a stampede of the other Toman’s founders hurtling over to you. What had they done? No, it couldn’t be them - they would never hurt you. What had South done?

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“You- you hit her,” Mikey swallowed, the rage behind those empty eyes that diminished for a moment instantly reigniting, burning stronger than ever. “You hit her.”

“It was you,” South retorted, a similar anger that lit his own pair meeting Mikey’s. “I would never.” But his words fell on deaf ears, and the temperature seemed to drop. A blink, and the behemoth of a delinquent had just barely enough time to catch the roundhouse kick blasted at his neck, though the impact was enough to push him back.

“I’ll kill you. I’ll fucking kill you.” A threat - no, a promise - whispered, the Tokyo Manji Gang’s president’s shadow seeming to grow with every repeat.

“She’s still breathing,” Mitsuya let out a shaky breath, those few words somehow breaking through the cacophony of cries as Kazutora had to be wrestled away from shaking you any further, Baji already on the phone with what seemed like emergency services.

Draken turned his gaze to Mikey. "Snap out of it, Mikey! She's unconscious!" This wasn’t the time for a fight, especially not with the piercing screech of police sirens in the near distance. You needed all of them if you were going to pull through.

“Get her to the hospital,” came the order, the other not once turning his back on the visibly enraged South to spare you a glance as both lowered into fighting stances. “I’m finishing this.”

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dumbass-duo-showdown · 1 year

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ROUND 2

So I’m back! Bracket time!

Reminder the time zone being used is CET

APPLE BRACKET

Aka Cartoons, Anime, and games associated with such (fire emblem and ace attorney)

Day 1 22/4, finished

Part 1: 5pm

Reigen Arakata (mob psycho 100) vs Corazon (one piece), finished

Lord Garmadon (Lego ninjago) vs Heinz Doofenshmirtz (Phineas and Ferb), finished

Iroh (avatar: the last airbender) vs Bob Blecher (bob’s burgers), finished

Iruka Umino (naruto) vs Darkwing Duck (darkwing Duck), finished

Part 2: 8pm

Hakoda (avatar; the last airbender) vs Ice King (adventure time), finished

Greg Universe (Steven universe, he won an extra battle because I forgot him at first) vs Splinter (teenage mutant ninja turtles), finished

Bruno Bucciarati (JoJo’s bizarre adventure) vs Greil (fire emblem: path or radiance), finished

Professor Kukui (Pokémon) vs Phoenix Wright (ace attorney), finished

Day 2: 24/4, finished

Part 1: 5pm

David Evans (Inazuma 11) vs Loid Forger (spy x family), finished

Tim Lockwood (cloudy with a chance of meatballs) vs Oscar Proud (the proud family), finished

Shouta Aizawa (my hero academia) vs Donald Duck (ducktales), finished

Sailor Uranus (sailor moon) vs Skipper (penguins of Madagascar), finished

Part 2: 8pm

Sully (monsters ink) vs Kouhei Inuzuka (sweetness and lighting), finished

Alibert (wakfu) vs Meta Knight (Kirby), finsihed

Gru (despicable me) vs Zenkichi Hasegawa (persona), finished

Kanan Jarrus (Star Wars: rebels) vs Mr Ping (kung fu panda), finished

BAPELSIN BRACKET

Aka live action media, books, and video games & graphic novels not associated with anime (so no light novels or tie ins)

Day 1: 26/4 5pm, finished

Bobby Nash (9 1 1 on fox) vs Benjamin Sisko (Star Trek, deep Space 9), finished

Subject Delta (bioshock) vs Atticus Finch (how to kill a mockingbird), finished

Paul Blofis (Percy Jackson) vs Gomez Addams (the Addams family), finished

Lee Everett (telltale’s the walking dead) vs Waymond Wang (everywhere everything all at once), finished

Part 2: 8pm

Joel Miller (the last of us) vs Calvin’s dad (Calvin and Hobbes), finished

Pyrrha Dve (the locked tomb) vs Common Wubbox (my singing monsters), finished

Doc Louis (punch out!!) vs Riki (xenoblade), finished

Bob Cratchit (a Christmas carol) vs Mo Folchart (inkheart), finished

Day 2, 28/4

Part 1: 5pm

Alfred Pennyworth (Batman) vs Asgore Dreemurr (undertale), finished

Dave Seville (Alvin and the chipmunks) vs Chimney Han (9 1 1), finished

Glamrock Freddy (fnaf: security breach) vs Bail Organa (Star wars) , finished

Kim Dokja (omniscient Reader’s viewpoint) vs Hal Wilkerson (Malcom in the middle), finished

Part 2: 8pm

Lee Scoresby (his dark materials) vs Dream (sandman) , finished

Thrushpelt (warrior cats) vs Barret Wallace (final fantasy 7), finished

Domingo Montoya (the princess bride) vs Terry Jeffords (Brooklyn 99), finished

Rupert Giles (Buffy) vs Pollination Tech 9 Smith (the sims 2: strangetown), finished

QUICK QUESTIONS

WHY THIS PAIR UP? I’m a bringer if chaos, also it was random

What time zone? CET!

How do I do propaganda? Well first you reblog with a text post, don’t put the propaganda in the tags. Or send me an ask! I will make sure to reblog it with the right tags

Hey I saw you made a mistake, what should i do? First, don’t use anon asks to correct my spelling and if I misuse slang. Just tell me directly. If it is 2 hours after a poll has launched, I will redo it immediately. But I will write down the mistakes I make and correct them later on

CODE OF CONDUCT

Previous battles

Main Rounds

ROUND 1

Second chance/dad mansion break in

ROUND 1

The only way to show how the battles (second chance) will happen cuz it’s random AN EXTRA NON DAD BATTTLE?!?!?!?!?!?

#best dad battle #tumblr tournament #tumblr bracket #tumblr poll #jjba #bioshock #9 1 1 #Corazon #arakata reigen #ace attorney #my singing monsters #punch out #sims 2 strangetown #bioshock 2 #darkwing Duck #omniscient readers viewpoint #ffvii

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bigbadripley · 1 year

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Long Drive To Reno - One Shot

Pairing: Runner!Poe Dameron x F!Bounty Hunter!Reader

⚠️ 18+!!! MINORS DNI | Words: 7k | AU of sorts (Dystopian, lawless Earth?I don’t even know, Nevada)

Warnings: Graphic sexual content, heavy language, illegal activities, drug mention, probably typos, warnings are not extensive

Summary: The job is simple: bring in the mouthy Poe Dameron, warm. Turns out, it’s not as simple as you’re used to.

A/N: I wrote this for myself, as I do many other things. DL;DR, it doesn’t take place in the same galaxy as Star Wars but there are plenty of references. It’s just a good time.

The goods are under the cut!

You weren't a monster. You wished you were sometimes because it would make your job easier, but you weren't. Though if you were a monster, you supposed you wouldn't need to do this job. You could do whatever you pleased and live carefree if you didn't have the capacity to feel things.

The whistling man in your back seat made you wish you were a monster. It also made you wish your radio could change channels so you could drown him out with music. That, unfortunately, wasn't the case.

You cursed the man who hired you for offering you this job. It made sense why Moj would call you, you were the best, and when he told you the figure you'd be getting for something you could do in your sleep, you couldn't turn it down.

"A hundred for a living, breathing Poe Dameron at my feet by noon Thursday. That's double what he owes me, and I expect to get every cent back from him. He has to be alive, though." Moj told you over the phone. At the time, you were in Bonnie Claire, just finishing up another job you got from one of his buddies.

That's how it always was: if Moj or any other bigwigs needed something done and the cheaper options weren't cutting it, they'd call you. You were always worth every dime to get your man efficiently, expediently, and in the manner requested.

"My sources say he'll be at The Cantina in Vegas. There's an underground gambling venue there with some big event being hosted. I'll get you an in and send you all the details." He explained further.

You were sitting in your car, parked outside a burger place, and eating french fries. You calculated that it would take about two hours to get to Vegas if you drive fast, an hour to secure the target, then about six and a half to seven hours to get to Reno. Seemed easy enough, but you had questions. "And what if this guy isn't there?"

"He'll be there. He couldn't turn down the chance to hustle his way into getting a few thousand. What matters is you making sure you get him out of there and to Reno quietly!" Moj's voice boomed into your ear.

You didn't flinch, as you were used to him randomly raising his voice, and you responded as you always did: silence until he addressed you like an average person. Moj took a deep breath and continued in a normal tone. "Dameron likes whiskey, money, and pretty girls."

"Now I see why you called me, Moj." You snickered.

"Well, he'll respond much better to you than to any of my guys. You'll have to dress like you belong at a place like that: expensive, but easy."

"Not an issue. As always, I'll take half in advance for the gas, supplies, and courtesy." You accepted the job, knowing you'll have it done with time to spare.

"Will wire it to you in an hour. Keep in touch, Y/a."

Moj did as he said he would and sent you everything he had on the target, location, event, and all the details in between. You studied in your car the night before you were due to appear at The Cantina under the name Nadia Nygaard in a short black cocktail dress.

You got through security quickly and were met with zero suspicion upon entry: like you were meant to be there. It all came down to finding the target, if the source was correct, and securing him. As if you conjured him up, you spotted him immediately at the bar, drinking a whiskey neat.

Approaching the target yourself would spell disaster. If Dameron's been able to escape others, you can't tip him off. You choose to sit near him and order the same thing he did to gather his interest without directly showing you're paying attention to him.

"I don't believe I've ever seen you around here." You hear as you watch the target approach from the corner of your eye. "Poe Dameron," He introduced himself, tipping his glass to you. He was much more handsome than the photo you were provided, but that's not what you came for. It's showtime. You put on your best smile and tip your glass back,

"Lovely to meet you, Poe. I'm Nadia."

One drink and several nauseating conversations about how big of a deal Dameron was at the event later, and you were sure he was putty in your hands. The man didn't seem as crafty as Moj made him out to be, and that made you wonder if the men before you were just total imbeciles.

From how he looked at you and his tone, it seemed you had him entirely sold, and he was ready to get you alone. Once he suggested the two of you leave, you took it right away.

"My car's just outside." You tell him, adding a bit more bounce to your walk. That got Dameron's attention, and he followed closely. Almost a little too close for your comfort, but you just needed to play along a little longer.

Once the two of you got to your car, he eyed the vehicle strangely.

"I didn't take you for the type to drive an oldster like this." He piped up. You didn't like when people spoke negatively about your old gray SUV. She served her purpose, and you loved her for that.

Just a little longer. You thought to yourself before you smiled,

"This is my less conspicuous car. Can't show up in a BMW to a gambling event these days. 'Sure to get broken into." You explained, playing it off perfectly. Dameron nodded and seemed like he was about to speak when you opened the back driver's side door, but then he looked confused.

"You wanna do this here?" He asked, surprised by the prospect of having sex in such a rickety old thing. You shrugged and brought your body close to his, draping your arms over his shoulders and looking into his brown eyes.

"Why wait?" You said with a wink. It was enough showmanship to make you gag, but Dameron seemed to have turned on to the idea right then. He started leaning in and placed his hands on your waist, lost, and you might have even considered letting him go for it if you hadn't gotten him right where you wanted him so goddamn easy.

A quick knee to the groin is all it takes sometimes. It was hard enough for Dameron's face to contort and for his hands to instinctively remove themselves from you and cover the area as if he needed protection after the fact. While his thoughts were in his pants, you grabbed his arms and pinned his chest against your car to cuff his wrists behind his back.

"What... what're you doing?" He asked weakly. Just then, he noticed the car door you opened didn't have a handle on the inside. He had been made. "Nadia, baby, let's talk about this."

Getting Dameron in the car was easy because his knees were still wobbly. You didn't tell him your name wasn't Nadia. You didn't say anything at all. You just tossed your heels into the floorboard of the passenger seat, got in front of the wheel, and took off.

Now he's in your back seat whistling like he's having a fantastic time, making you wish you brought duct tape.

"Will you knock that shit off?" You say, focusing on him in your rearview mirror. The dark-haired man stopped,

"Why am I here? What did I do, Nadia? If that's even your real name."

"It's not my real name, and you owe someone a lot of money."

"Wow, so they actually sent someone competent this time? Normally their head fetchers don't get this far with me." He said, seeming proud of himself. You stayed quiet, and that seemed to drive him nuts. "Well, maybe more about the nice ass that came with you than competency. Regardless, who sent you?"

Your eyes beamed at his through the mirror for the comment about your ass. He seemed to understand and sank back a bit into the seat. "Sorry, I didn't mean that. I mean, you got a nice ass, but I should have kept that to myself." He rambled, making you miss the whistling. "I at least deserve to know who sent you!"

You kept that information to yourself for the next five minutes of silence, realizing that he wasn't as crafty as he was an irritant. It was the best five minutes you'd ever felt, just looking at the open road with nothing but Nevada's hellish desert around you. Then Dameron had to pipe up again.

"I thought we had something special."

"You wish, princess." You said with a snicker. He seemed confused over the out-of-pocket nickname you used because he was a pretty man, but Dameron didn't let that kind of thing slide.

"Pet names? Kinky. I prefer something a bit more on the masc side, though, ya know? I dated a girl once who insisted on calling me daddy, and that was weird at first, but-"

"Shut. The fuck. Up." You bit, emphasizing each syllable as you darted your eyes to his in the rearview again. He stopped for a few minutes, letting you take a second to remember what a beautiful sun scene was on the horizon, the sky beginning to look purple like a bruise.

"Can I sit up front?" Dameron asked, eyes entirely focused on the mirror now like he could try some Jedi mind trick to convince you. You sucked air through your teeth, playing like you really considered it before you answered,

"Nope."

"Wanna play a road game?"

"I want the next seven hours to be peaceful."

"Fuck, you're boring. Should've taken me dead."

"That wasn't my directive. Moj wants you alive because you stole his spice."

"I know that, sweetheart." He said, pretending like he wasn't just asking who sent you not even ten minutes before. "Why'd he send you anyway?"

"Because I'm good at what I do."

"Apparently so. I never expected a woman, though. That was smart."

"The fact that I'm a woman doesn't matter. I always get my man, so I always get my money."

"That's what drives you? Same here. What's your success rate?"

"One hundred percent, and given that you're in my back seat, yours looks a little shakey."

"Honey, you have no idea what my success rate looks like," Dameron said, followed by a wink. If he wasn't so goddamn annoying, maybe he would be more attractive. You rolled your eyes and focused on the road, trying to get the thought out of your head until he spoke up again. "You're thinkin' about it, huh?"

"I'm thinkin' you'd like to get shot in the foot."

"You'd be a lot less crabby if you got laid. When was the last time you came?" He asked with a shit-eating grin. You'd heard enough.

You smashed your foot into the break peddle and braced yourself for an abrupt stop, listening to Dameron's head smack into the back of your seat roughly. "When was the last time you did?" You snapped, turning your body to look at his puzzled and pained face from the impact. He scrunched his face and shook his head, checking for disfigurement, and spoke again.

"Alright, I'll shut up!"

After about an hour of driving, Dameron started bugging you about needing to use the restroom. You tried to deny him for as long as you could, but you concluded that the temperature was dropping rapidly and you needed to get changed out of this dress.

The next exit you took brought you to a seedy gas station with outdoor single-bathroom entrances. Grabbing your change of clothes, you pulled Dameron out and walked him to the men's room, opening the door and following him to ensure he didn't try to run.

"I can understand car sex but gas station bathroom?"

"When hell freezes over." You say with disgust. "I'm gonna change, you're gonna piss and keep your eyes to yourself."

"That might be difficult." He said, flexing his arms to bring attention to his hands behind him. You rolled your eyes and made him lean on the wall as you unlocked the cuffs.

"Turn." You told him, and he followed directions. You cuffed his wrists in front of him this time. "There, easy access."

"Is it necessary?" He wondered, raising an eyebrow. He was taunting you by making his eyes appear softer. You shrug,

"Just in case you try anything. Don't worry about it."

Silence filled the echoey, grody bathroom as he turned his back to you and went to the urinal. You pulled the black dress over your head and put the black sweatshirt you had draped over the sink, eyes darting to Dameron to ensure he kept his eyes on his own business.

Once your leggings were on, you peered at the man's back and crossed your arms. "You done yet?" You asked.

"Nope. 'Hard to pee when someone's listening."

"Well, I'll cover my ears. Do your thing." You said, placing an index finger into each ear canal to muffle the sound. It worked as well as it needed to, and once Dameron was zipped back up and turned around, you took his elbow and led him back out to the car.

The weather continued to get colder as the car ride dragged on. Dameron was trying to be quiet and find something to do other than look out at the desert for the next five and a half hours but wasn't having much luck.

That was when you noticed a weather report over the one radio station that always faintly played in our car. You turned it up curiously.

...The Sierra Nevada is preparing for the heaviest snow of the decade, due to hit the North Western and surrounding areas within the next hour or two. Ensure you stay clear of the roads and find a warm place to hold up until this thing passes...

"Are you fucking kidding me?" You mutter ragefully upon hearing the report. You pull your phone out and start scrolling through your contacts to call Moj.

"Your clunker's not gonna make it back to Reno," Dameron said doubtfully. You shook your head just as your finger hovered over the call button.

"She has to." You said, putting the phone to your ear. It took two rings for Moj to answer.

"Hey, Y/A, You have my package?"

"Not much of a package at all, but he's alive. You know about this freak storm?"

"First I'm hearing about it."

"We'll be right in the middle of the shit, maybe later than anticipated for arrival."

"Then I'll have to dock you—occupational hazard."

"You had me drive out here today, Moj. I can't control the fucking weather. This is more dangerous than I believed now, so if you want him by noon, I'll need some padding on that payment."

"We'll see once you get here. Better find a shortcut and drive fast, Y/A." He said smugly before the line went dark. You angrily tossed your phone into the seat beside you with a groan.

You gassed it as fast as your baby would take you, trying desperately to get miles behind you before even thinking about stopping at an exit. Dameron was still sitting idly, watching your concentration in the rearview mirror. Obviously, you didn't want to be in this car longer than you had to be, and if it took speeding to cover ground before the ice coated the roads, you were willing to do it.

Dameron had predicted that your car wouldn't like being pushed the way you were pushing it, but you trusted her until she started sputtering and slowing down.

"No, no, no, no." You repeated frantically, easing up on the gas and trying to undo whatever damage you'd done. The car slowed to a stop. "Nonononono." You repeated. Dameron scooted closer to the middle of the back seat and watched as you turned the key in the ignition. "Come on, girl, don't be like this." You pleaded to the vehicle, beseeching her to turn back on. After several unsuccessful key jiggles, you hit the steering wheel and shouted more profanities into the air.

"I can take a look for you, ya know. I'm a mechanic."

You gasped exasperatingly, "Great! He's a criminal and a mechanic!" You rested your forehead on the wheel and sighed. You peeked at your phone: no bars.

You know this car like the back of your hand, so once you were calmed down, you got out and inspected under the hood. The cold breeze cut through your clothes like a hot knife, and when you realized you had no fucking clue what was going on with the car, you yanked Dameron out to look on the off-chance he was telling the truth.

He did what he could with cuffed hands but ultimately decided he couldn't figure it out in the conditions, granted it was dark, and the snow had begun, so you both got back into the car. Once inside, you began digging for your blankets, spare coats, and a flashlight. You basically lived in this car on jobs.

With the flashlight aimed at the ceiling, you grabbed one of the blankets and leaned over the center console to drape it over the cuffed man. The shadows from the harsh yellow light in the near pitch-black car brought out all of Dameron's best features when you were looking at him.

Though Dameron didn't like being cuffed much, something was comforting and intimate about the gesture of you making sure he stayed warm. You could have tossed the blanket back and let him figure it out, but you tucked him in before taking care of yourself.

"I don't really need these cuffs right now, ya know? If I wanted to be out there in the snow, I would be." He said, bringing up a good point. You kissed your teeth, weighing the odds for a moment before deciding he was right and unlocking him and sitting back in the driver's seat with your blanket.

The car was quiet as you stayed in the driver's seat, and he sat in the back. The situation was the most unfortunate thing you could think of: being stuck in the middle of nowhere surrounded by snow and ice with the man you're meant to deliver as your only company. You start to feel your teeth chatter as the temperature in the car drops further.

"We need to work together here, sweetheart. Just come back here, and we'll layer the covers and keep as much heat between us as possible." Dameron suggested. You couldn't believe it was a good idea, but the fact that he wasn't cuffed anymore made you anxious enough.

"Nope." You said through your bone chill and the plume of fog from your hot breath in the cold air.

He was clearly growing frustrated with your stubborn attitude from the unbelieving chuckle that escaped him before he spoke up again. "That's your favorite word, huh? We won't make it through the night if we don't share. What good are we if we freeze to death?"

You huffed and climbed into the back seat, having had enough of the shivering and the obnoxious sound of Dameron being right. You draped the blanket you had over the top of his, and he lifted one side over your shoulders. The heat radiating off his body drew you closer without a second thought, and you relished it to your chagrin.

The two of you sat in silence, shoulder to shoulder, surrounded by fleece for several minutes. There was nothing else to do, but you felt loads warmer than before.

"So, you wanna make conversation now?" Dameron broke the silence. The idea didn't seem half bad, provided the situation and boredom.

"Might as well. What about?"

"What do you need Moj's money for? Aside from a new car."

"Shut up about my car, princess!" You exclaim playfully, making him laugh. His laugh was lovely and just as warm as his body. You brushed off the thought and decided to answer the question. "My nephew's sick... 'Been sick for a long time, and his treatments and medicines are only getting more expensive." You start. Dameron's expression grew softer in the yellow beam,

"Shit, I'm sorry." He said softly. You shrug, not wanting sympathy for doing what anyone would do. After all, you weren't a monster.

"My sister, his mom, can't pay for it alone. Not since her shitass husband left because it became too much for him. That's where all my money goes."

"So, you're actually a good guy? What're you doin' in a business like this?"

"It pays. I've been telling myself I'll get out, but I haven't gotten that big payday yet. Until now." You admit. Typically, you avoided all discussions of reward with your targets. This was a unique situation, though. You have to play a buddy system with your man for the first time.

"Am I really worth that much?" Dameron asked, putting you on the spot. The last thing you wanted to do was tell him the exact amount, but you nodded.

"You have no idea." You answered.

Another chill ran through you, causing you to shiver and consequently causing Dameron to scoot closer, introducing more of his body to yours. Whether it be the situation, the freezing cold, or the fact that the man was good-looking, you felt a dull ache as you lusted for warmth.

"Looks like I gotta stay alive then. Stay warm. So do you. That boy's life depends on it." He broke the silence again, bringing his arm up over your shoulders and snuggling you into him. You wanted to hit him, tell him he was taking it too far, taking advantage of your need to survive, but the heat was too good to pass up.

"Suddenly, you're Mr. Morals? You don't give a shit about my nephew." You spat, trying to find something to say to allude that you weren't happy with this situation.

"I do now. We're gonna make it out of this; you're gonna take me to Moj, and whatever happens, happens." He admitted. It was almost unbelievable, but there was a sense of trust in his tone that hadn't been there since you put those cuffs on him.

To avoid understanding this man much more, you stayed quiet. Dameron, being himself, couldn't keep the silence between you. "You know I only took Moj's spice because he was having me deliver to people who deal to kids, right? I sold it and stupidly gambled away that money. I regret many things, but disappearing on that run isn't one of them."

Amazingly, the furrow in your brow that was permanently stuck there when looking at Dameron disappeared. Moj didn't tell you any of this, and though you could stay distrusting of Dameron, you believed his tone, body language, and eyes.

You started to wonder if the heat of his breath would be enough to warm your face. There was no doubt in your mind that the same heat coming from the rest of him was replicated by his lips. The dull ache grew more profound, and you couldn't tell whether this was your ardor for survival anymore or not.

You shook the thoughts free, knowing nothing good would come of them, and broke the seething eye contact to look out the window to your side at the baron road beside you. "Nobody's coming for us, and it likely won't be until daylight when they can clear these roads." You spoke up, stating the obvious to keep your head out of the gutter.

"Let's do something fun then. 21 questions?" Dameron spoke up behind your head. You laughed,

"Is this a ploy to get me to answer your question from earlier?"

"Just a way to pass the time." He replied with a shrug and grin. He would ask again the second he had the chance, and you knew it.

"8 months ago." You admit, keeping a stone expression.

Dameron looked confused momentarily, but the lightbulb turned on immediately, and his eyes widened. "Bullshit!" He said, nearly shouting in disbelief.

It was strange to speak aloud, and you barely believed it yourself, but with the workload you've had over the last year, you were positive the last time you orgasmed was that long ago, if not more. "Haven't had action, no time to rub one out, just coasting." You added.

"No wonder you're so mean! You're all backed up!" He teased. You rolled your eyes,

"I'm mean because it works."

"Doesn't seem to be working on me."

The statement nearly nailed you. Dameron was impossible, and somehow his stupidly handsome face, laugh, and smile were all charming you in the stupid back seat of this stupid car. On top of that, it was clear that he wanted you and continued pulling you into him.

It was enough to make you tense your legs together. Every sense of self-control was slowly withering away, but you held on. You told yourself again it was a bad idea and brushed it away in silence.

"What's your favorite song?" Dameron asked, once again splitting the silence. In your own head, you didn't quite catch the question right away.

"What?" You questioned, hoping he would elaborate.

"I don't like quiet, and I wanna get to know you more if we're gonna be stuck here together for a while." He said, not repeating the question. What he had asked caught back up with you like computer lag, and you wanted to laugh at the fact that he would ask something so tame when he could put you on the spot. Hell, you wanted to laugh at the fact that you wanted him to put you on the spot.

It occurred to you that this whole situation was the dumbest thing you've ever been a part of, and no matter how cold your fingertips felt, you wanted to know what his lips felt like long before you got in this car back in Vegas. You knew you were delaying the inevitable, and the idea of this man making you sweat in this freezing car made you weak in every aspect.

And here he was, still looking at you with big brown eyes, waiting for you to tell him your favorite fucking song?

"Fucking hell." You groaned, astonished at how you couldn't keep your hands to yourself as you took his face into them, pulling it to yours and kissing him. Dameron was shocked at the sudden change of pace but kissed back gladly. Unsurprisingly, the man was a stellar kisser until he broke it off and backed his lips away from yours, needing to say something.

"What happened to 'when hell freezes over'?" He asked, flashing a smile as triumphant as his tone.

"Have you looked outside lately?" You gestured to the window with a nod of your head.

"You know, I make a lot of jokes. If you don't want to do this, I'll shut up about it, sweetheart." He suggested. A consent king, even when referring to you by the nickname you've loathed this entire trip. You brought a hand to the collar of his shirt and gripped it,

"How about shut up, or I'll change my mind?"

Dameron's eyes darkened in the light of the single flashlight sitting on the dashboard before kissing you again, this time with the ferocity of a man who had been thinking about this all day, palm planted firming on the small of your back.

The cold air in the car grew warm as fire bloomed between you, and before you knew it, he had scooped you into his lap. His hands moved from your back to your buttocks, lightly kneading them and pushing you into him more. Your thoughts raced about how insane this was, and you remembered that you had never told him your real name, as crucial as that is in a situation where you're straddling someone.

"My name's Y/N, by the way." You managed to breathe out between heavy pants. You felt Dameron's smile turn up under your hands on his face.

"Y/N?" He asked, sounding intoxicated and trailing wet, slow smooches down your jaw. "That's a good name. I like that." He whispered, followed by more kisses down your neck, each word vibrating through you powerfully and shooting straight between your leg. "Y/N..." He repeated your name slower this time, feeling each syllable with his mouth and seemingly loving how it rolled off his tongue.

It had to have been the hottest thing you'd ever heard, circumstances be damned.

You relaxed your hips into him more, fitting flush to him and grinding as close as possible as your lips met again. He was obviously erect and painfully so. The kissing, grinding, and ass-grabbing stopped suddenly as he brought one hand between you and slipped it under your waistband, into the depths of your underwear, and introduced a finger between your folds.

"Oh, you feel like you've been soaked since we left Vegas, baby." He whispered like it was a secret to keep between the two of you, and his brown eyes trained on yours to gather your expression. Your face flushed more, knowing that was true with all the talk.

Dameron snuck a finger straight into your pussy, and you let out an airy gasp, surprised by the sensation of it and his wrist moving against your clit as he plunged the digit in and out. The breath was visible like smoke if the sound wasn't enough to prove it.

There was something unexplainably filthy yet enticing about being a sopping wet mess on top of him. You rode his hand needily, eyes forcing themselves closed all the while he stayed on what he could see of your face. Even with the single beam from the flashlight, you were still foxy to him, each breathy moan and the tightening around his now two fingers unmistakable.

"You gonna come all over my hand, baby?" He whispered again with a rasp that coaxed the orgasm out of you like a spell. The friction of your clit against his wrist and the fingers pressing inside you became too much, and your climax tore through you blindingly.

"Fuck!" You howled as your skin felt hotter than it had since you'd been stuck here, and you bucked your hips as the high receded.

Once he felt you'd had enough fun with his hand, he pulled it out, and you heard the sound of his zipper and the clink of his belt buckle follow before his hard-on sprang free and rested against you.

In a fleeting moment, as your arousal built back up, you gripped his length and tended to it with your hand. Dameron's head dipped back, and you couldn't tell if it had more to do with being touched or teased.

"Not much to say now, Dameron?" You spoke, referring to his insistence on never shutting up when you ask. He picked his head back up,

"Bold of you to say after forgetting proper words while you pitifully rode my hand a minute ago." He growled. You gave his cock one last stroke before you removed your hand and bent into the front seat. "Not that I'm complaining," Dameron added, seeming slightly panicked over the action.

After digging in your glovebox, you pull out a lone condom you kept there for emergencies and hand it back to him.

"No way in hell I'm fucking you without protection." You say with a small laugh. Dameron didn't seem offended and unwrapped the rubber without a second thought.

"You? Fucking me? We'll see." He responded, seeming to issue a challenge. The way you saw it, you had the upper hand as you sat patiently, and once the condom was on, he pulled you right back into his lap. His length eased into you slowly and painfully, deeper still until you were full.

Dameron's eyes watched your face with complete fascination, loving your expression and sounds as you adjusted to him. "That's it, y/n, take the whole thing. God, you feel so nice." He hummed smoothly. You sat momentarily, considering the vengeful sting you felt in your torso before slowly rolling your hips, finding your spot, and getting him exactly where you wanted him.

As you rocked your hips, he lifted his own in sync with yours and guided you with firm hands on your buttocks, thighs, waist, anything he could get a hold of on your exquisite body. You watched from half-open eyes as the cocky bastard smiled with each moan or whine you made, a complete 180 from your previous attitude toward him.

While your words reigned true, and you were indeed fucking him, he was not shy about giving it right back, busting his hips up and forward with each motion you made just to etch deeper and deeper into your tight walls. You could have sworn you felt everything as he drove his cock into you.

The burning sensation in your belly built as you roughly ground into each other, every bit of tension melting away with each throaty grunt. Your fingers were tangled in Dameron's tousled hair, and you tugged ever so slightly each time you would bring your hips up, and he would relentlessly thrust back into you.

Each muscle in your thighs and belly tensed as you threw your head forward and buried it in his neck, finally losing your composure as you came undone.

"Yes, baby, f-fuck!" He groaned as he felt you clench and throb around him. You didn't have the strength to keep going, so he held you close to his chest while he finished with a few more kicks of his hips. You continued to lay your head on his shoulder, wholly slack-jawed and empty-brained for a moment.

"That's a good way to warm up," Dameron said between heavy breaths. Raunchy car sex aside, you were much warmer than before, almost sweating. You pointed out the fog on the windows surrounding you, and he chuckled as he shifted to where you were both resting in the seat.

Several hours of darkness came and went as you chatted up a storm, and Dameron gagged about being correct: you were suddenly a lot nicer having been laid.

As the morning began to peek through the sky, you both got as bundled up as you could muster and went back under the car's hood to see what was happening. Dameron seemed to figure it out right away and waved for you to try and start her up, and she did.

"Hell yes, old girl!" You shouted in celebration. Dameron approached the passenger side and got it, meeting your victorious cheering with high fives before realizing he was in the front seat.

"Whoops, I got excited." He explained, reaching for the handle to get out again. You stuck your hand out and grabbed his wrist,

"The heater feels better up here, anyway." You said. With that, he settled into the front seat, and you took off carefully down the icy road, confident you'll make it to Reno on time.

About an hour from your destination, you hit an exit and pull into a gas station, nearly empty in the gas tank and empty in your stomach. You also found it hard to go any further with all the questions in your mind now, and once you were in park next to a pump, you rested your head on the wheel.

"You alright?" Dameron asked, placing a caring hand on your shoulder. You weren't sure if you were alright. You crossed a boundary, and now you weren't sure if you could go through with what you were hired to do.

"I don't know. I have no idea what I'm doing, Dameron." You groaned, throwing your head back up. "I don't think I can do this now, as pathetic as that probably sounds."

"It doesn't sound pathetic at all, baby. You need that money. I want you to get that money, help your sister and her boy, get a new car, and get back on the road to where ever you came from and as far away from Moj as possible. You get that?"

You stared at him with glossy eyes, holding on to every inch of your toughness and still feeling it melt away at cotton candy in water. Not necessarily because you suddenly cared about Dameron, but because he did what he thought he had to do. He didn't deserve punishment, even if you needed the money.

"I can't, goddamnit! I'm not a monster."

"I know you're not, y/n. That's why you gotta do this. Don't go back on the mission."

You took a deep breath to calm your nerves and nodded before getting out to buy snacks and water and put money on the pump. You kicked yourself for not asking what Dameron wanted, so you grabbed various chips, candies, and jerkies to provide options and a small box of condoms to replace your emergency one.

As you walked back out to the car with your plastic sack of snacks, you noticed the passenger seat was empty the closer you got. Panic struck you immediately as you thought of your stupidity for not putting the cuffs back on.

For letting him sit up front with you.

For fucking him.

For letting him make you think he gave a damn about you.

You circled the SUV, thinking maybe Dameron was in the back seat, but he wasn't. You whipped your eyes around the parking lot, down the road, and anywhere you might see him walking. Nothing.

"Crafty son of a bitch." You mumbled to yourself, feeling like you might cry.

"What was that?" A voice said from behind you. You pivoted around and were met nearly nose-to-nose with Dameron. Something came over you, and you sprang forward, hugging him tightly. "Woah, I just went to the restroom. Miss me?"

Relief flooded your body from head to toe, and you realized it definitely looked like you missed him. "Shut up. I thought you ran off." You snapped, breaking the embrace.

"For someone who doesn't want to turn me in, you seemed pretty busted up about losing me." He teased as you went around the car to pump the gas. He realized you weren't amused and got back in the car.

Dameron started going through the bag of snacks once you were back on the road, seeming unsure of where to start when he came across the box of condoms.

"Tryna tell me something?" He asked, holding the box up. You peered over from the corner of your eye, trying to not veer from the slick road when you answered,

"To replace my emergency rubber. Those go in the glove box." You inform. Dameron popped the glove box in front of him open and sat them inside but spoke up before closing it.

"You know, there's six in here. I'm sure you won't miss one of 'em, right?"

His suggestion piqued your interest enough to make you sit upright in your seat, but you looked at the digital clock on your radio and noticed you had two hours before you had to be at Moj's. "We're running out of time, Dameron."

"Reno's maybe an hour out. We're making great time!" He said, defending his point. You wanted to but returned to your silent mode to avoid more trouble. He noticed this and spoke again, "No, you're right. 'Last thing we need is for you to like me any more than you already do. Orgasms will do that to someone."

You started to feel the familiar ache once more, telling yourself you can't do it again. It'll only make things harder once you get there.

"Shut up and eat your jerky, princess." You demand as you adjust your grip on the steering wheel. You were suddenly so flustered it was uncomfortable. Dameron's eyes are all over your face,

"You're thinking about it. I'm starting to grow on you, y/n. I know it."

He was right, as much as you didn't want to admit it. "Like a fuckin' wart." You say, trying to keep it together, but he notices the blush rise on your cheeks, seeing right through you.

"Pull over."

It wasn't a quickie, but it was worth making up for the lost time and extra ground you had to cover by speeding, somehow making it to Moj's 20 minutes early.

"You know, I'm giving you the option to not go in there with me. I'll just tell Moj I lost you." You said, taking off your seatbelt. Dameron shook his head,

"You get that money, baby. Don't worry about me. I'll figure it out."

You led him inside and past the guards who stood on either side of the front entrance, flashing nothing but the resting face they recognized you for. Moj was sitting at a table, waiting for you.

"Y/n! You always, always come through." He exclaimed upon seeing you and Dameron. He waved for one of his cronies to send you your money, and you ensured you got it by checking your phone, eyes widening at the figure. Moj tacked an extra twenty grand over what he already owned you. "For the weather trouble, that was my mistake. You did right by me, so I'll do right by you."

Dameron quickly glimpsed your face, not knowing the figure but knowing it was more than he probably imagined. You nodded to Moj,

"I'll be going then. I'm out now, so I'm going back home." You Informed. Moj mouthed to the goon who sent you the money to take Dameron to the cellar before he responded to you.

"Well, if you ever need another job, you know who to call. Fantastic work, as always."

The goon took Dameron by his arm and started pulling him out of the room as you walked out of the building, feeling a slight ache in your chest.

Two minutes later and a mere block away, you turned around, muttering profanities to yourself for being too soft.

You only had to go through the back entrance and past the one crony with Dameron's arm, pistol-whipping the back of the beefcake's head before you grabbed the same arm and yanked Dameron out the door.

"Are you nuts?" He asked as soon as you got back to the vehicle. You frantically started her up,

"Yes, but I'm no monster." You told him, hauling ass out of the parking area and back onto the road. Dameron watched with the same fascination he had when you were in his lap for a moment before speaking up,

"Okay, so what's the plan?"

"I'm going back to Phoenix and dropping some money off with my sister, then getting as far away from the West as fucking possible. I'll drop you off wherever you wanna go after that." You explained, eyeing the road behind you to ensure you weren't followed too closely. You didn't expect an answer for Dameron about where he wanted to go, but he gave you one:

"I've never had anyone stick their neck out for me like that. You're stuck with me now, sweetheart."

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Going off my last ask, I dunno how to link sorry. I'm just gunna say my favorites, who I am Definitely not ashamed of! Ok, maybe a little... Gallon, Morell, Grimbly, and Belo like idk why, Gallon and Morell have that "daddy knows what hes doin" vibe, the Belo and Grimbly are just so fuckin cute like, LEMME SQUISH YOUR FACE IN MY BOOBS!!!! But yeah, this are my 4 favs who can answer my last question

[I love that it's come to the point where people are embarrassed to tell me they like my characters. This is it, I've peaked as a Tumblr user.]

Meeting s/o's family

Gallon is moderately normal about this. Moderately. No matter how suave and subtle he tries to be, the slime still gives off mildly creepy vibes that others definitely pick up on. Not only that, his tendency to stare for uninterrupted periods prevails. He's good at making casual conversation however, one of the perks of his job you could say, and manages to say very little about himself in a way that doesn't make your relatives uncomfortable. They'll likely get a pretty good impression of Gallon, as a respectable and cultured monster. The bartender will bring his finest wine for your parents.

Morell's got this. He's all about family, he's used to being around people with strong personalities and he knows what to expect. Problem is, your family is human... It's like being in a room full of walking rotisserie chicken. He looks at your relatives and the only things he sees are burgers, sandwiches. He can keep his shit together for the most part, but he eats a lot more and sometimes has to wipe his mouth because he's drooling. Morell does bring a mean pie to the meeting however, and your family's likely to see him as a jolly man overall.

Grimbly's more nervous than he lets on. More than two hours are spent thinking about how he's going to dress. He doesn't have a family (aside from the found family that is TCE), so he's not too sure how to behave and will stick close to you. He'll put on the cute charm tenfold to distract people from asking too much about his work and will gush about you openly, though he has to correct himself several times so as to not call you "mommy" out loud. Although his nervousness shines clearly at times, Grimbly is likely to be readily accepted, or found odd due to feminine tendencies, depends on your family really.

Belo is in TOTAL anxiety. He's meeting his lady's PARENTS. If he fucks this up, he'll never be forgiven. You'll throw him to the streets! The angel is so tense the whole time, afraid moving too much will make him look bad. Honestly, if he could just stand by you and not say a thing, that'd be ideal. For both your sakes, lead the conversation, and don't let him get too much into his poetic, religious descriptions of yourself. He definitely respects your parents a lot, after all, they made an incredible being deserving of eternal worship! He'll try to make himself useful above all else.

Thoughts on a suicidal s/o

I think I've covered this before scarcely, but it's a sad scenario, because you'll never truly get the help you need. And their concern for you isn't entirely genuine. You'll get scars from this episode, and getting through it is mostly on you and your will alone.

They'll keep you alive through selfish means.

#Gallon oc #Morell oc #Grimbly oc #Belo oc #justhereig1

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ellen-reincarnated1967 · 1 year

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“Cas, can’t you just, you know,” Dean flaps his arms, “pop in there and check on Y/N?”

Cas gives the brothers a look that could either be described as annoyance or skepticism, but with a tilt of his head, he looks towards the bunker’s room where you’ve not emerged and closes his eyes. A minute, no less, goes by, his blue eyes pop open, a frown graces his features.

“She’s ‘fine’,” Cas mimes air quotes.

“Yeah, Cas, we kinda knew that already,” Dean grumbles, instead turns to his brother, maybe he’ll have a better idea.

“No, don’t look at me, Dean,” Sam puts his hands up in surrender, “last time I tried, she threw her boot at my head.”

“This ends now,” Dean pushes off the bunker wall, storming towards Y/N’s room. He suggests they rock, paper, scissor, it, but instead they both enter your room.

It’s pitch black, sans for the dim hallway light, but they can see you; you’re a lump, curled into yourself on the bed. Dean nearly trips over something, bends to retrieve it, and holds up your letter biker boot.

“That’s the one,” Sam absentmindedly rubs his head.

“Guys, I’m fi-,” you begin to mumble from under the covers, but Dean cuts you off, and on go the lights.

“Damnit, YN, if you say fine one more time,” Dean sits himself on the edge of your bed, while Sam stands awkwardly at the end; probably afraid of what else you have in your arsenal of items to chuck at their heads.

“YN,” Sam urges, “come on, you can talk to us.”

“That’s rich,” you snark, but hiccup as a sob threatens to escape. Dean pulls back your covers, revealing your bloodshot and swollen eyes.

“He cheated on me,” you shuffle yourself into a sitting position, giving Sam the side eye, “again,” you find yourself patting the mattress for him to sit. “I thought maybe he was really going to change,” you huff, “I thought we were past all this.”

“I gave him a second chance,” you looked Dean in the eyes, searching for the anger you were feeling, finding it in the sparks of amber in his emerald orbs. “I gave him everything.”

“That son’of’a’bitch,” Dean runs a hand through his hair, “I’ll kill ‘im!”

“Killin’ him isn’t going to change the fact that I love…loved him,” you set your jaw, correcting yourself.

“I’m so sorry, YN,” Sam grabs your hand, his own enveloping yours and rubs his thumb across your knuckles, “you don’t deserve this.”

“He doesn’t deserve you,” Dean adds.

“What does he deserve then,” you counter. You’d love for them to beat him until he was hurting in the outside like you were aching on the inside.

“I thought after everything we’ve faced,” you shook your head in denial, “vamps, rugaroo, shifters, hellhounds, shit, even Michael,” your breath hitches as the name strikes a nerve in Dean, “I never thought the real monster was the one I was sleeping with.”

“Maybe Rowena has something,” Dean suggests, to which you and Sam look on with shock.

“What?” Dean shrugs, “if we can’t kill the asshole, maybe we could have a little fun instead!”

“I broke his nose,” you laughed, “and I may or may not have keyed his car.”

“How’s that for fun,” you thought to yourself.

“Ouch, YN,” Dean puts a hand to his heart, “you don’t mess with a man’s car.”

“Dean!” You shout.

Sam shoves his brother, “Dude, seriously?”

“You don’t mess with this bitch’s heart,” you throw the covers off your legs and push past the brothers.

“Enough of this rom com bullshit,” you grab a few things from your duffel, “I’m going to take a shower,” you point at Dean, “you make me one of your infamous burgers,” making your way towards the hall to the shared bathroom, calling over your shoulder, “Sammy let’s get hammered!”

Dean slaps his brother on the back, “you heard the woman!”

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arriansarchive · 9 months

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Emma Bloom/Male!Reader

I heart Emma Bloom

These books are so good idk why there's no fics about them on here

Please give me mphfpc asks I will love you forever I promise

Lmao I'm writing this in a burger king

Okay if I get anything wrong it's because it's been a few months since I finished the books and I'm sorry

Can be perceived as platonic or romantic idrc that much

This is set in the fourth book whenever they were in the car but after her and Jacob broke up I guess? it's kind of a made up time period where you and her are alone in the car

Summary: You and Emma have a heartfelt conversation in the car.

"I heard you and Jacob fight a while ago." You blurted out into the uncomfortable silence that echoed inside the car. "Did you break up?"

Emma turned to look at you in the back seat where you were previously sitting by Millard reading the map. "Why would you care? I thought you were asleep, anyways."

She had a bothered look on her face that you couldn't place. Her hands fiddled with one another nervously while your hard gaze was set on her roaming eyes.

"I care because you're my friend. You do remember we've lived together for over a hundred years, correct?"

"I do, M/N, but that doesn't mean I entitle you to my love life."

"What love life? Everyone you've dated has been from the same bloodline because your too stuck up on one person who's dead now."

She looked appalled as if everything you just said wasn't true, but deep down you knew she knew it. She always does.

Emma has always had a talent for knowing what you mean even at times when your hard to understand. It's made you both practically inseparable.

Well, that was before Jacob came into the picture. Once Emma had realized Jake was Abe's grandson, she left you out of the picture for a while.

Most of the time you just roamed the grounds while she was with Jake, hoping not to run into them being all couple-like. It made you jealous for some reason.

It's not like you haven't fantasized about being with Emma, but you just felt like it wouldn't work due to Abe. You were certainly not Abe.

You weren't strong like Abe, loud spoken like Abe, or looked like Abe in any way, and you definitely couldn't see the monsters. You were just normal like any other peculiar.

You didn't know what differentiated Abe from you to Emma, or why she was so adamant on being with his grandson, but it made your blood boil.

"I know you're right, but it doesn't make it hurt any less." She said, coaxing you out of your thoughts with her fiery voice.

"Just like it didn't make it hurt any less whenever you first left me for Abe and then his grandson?" You muttered while looking her in the eyes venomously.

Emma's mouth opened to say something but closed right after, seemingly thinking better of what she was going to say. Her hand snaked down as far as it could reach down to yours.

She gripped it tightly as you tried to pull away.

"M/N, you know I'm sorry, right?" She whispers, not breaking your eye contact.

You sigh in contemplation. "I do." You then give into her advances and let her hold your hand.

It feels warm and soft. The fire bubbling under her skin probably made it warm, you decipher. It felt just like you always imagined it, but you're not in the scenario you thought this would be happening in.

#miss peregrines home for peculiar children #mphfpc #emma bloom x male reader #emma bloom x reader #emma bloom x y/n #emma bloom x you #emma bloom #male reader

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4 - First Date and Snooping Parents

Part 5

Family is More than Blood

@secretdreamlandmentality

Missy’s pov

Pacing back and forth in front of Josie and Alina I tried to not be nervous about this. Pushing my hair out of my eyes I huffed in panic. “I can’t believe you gave him my phone number. I told you I don’t like him.”

“Then why are you panicking about him having it?” Alina teased sitting upright on her bed.

Throwing my head back I stomped my foot on the wooden floor frustrated. It had been a few days since we had gone in search of the girls who got killed by monsters. And somehow before we headed back home my sister managed to give Ethan my phone number. “Alina, are you not understanding this. I can’t like him. I just can’t!”

“Why can’t you like him?” Josie asked, pausing whatever she was writing in her notebook.

Spinning on my feet I throw my hands out away from my sides feeling my chest get tighten at the thought. “Because I don’t want to hurt him. I am not sure I can handle being around him. Cause all I could focus on was either how hot he is and the sound of his blood running through his veins. I might drink blood bags like mom and dad but I’m still a newbie vampire!”

“Well that’s just sort of normal nerves. I mean mom has said that she was a nervous wreck when she went out with dad for the first time.” My twin smiles, snapping her fingers. “Ohh I have a fix for your cravings. You can use a snap bracelet.”

Raising a brow at her I was confused. “Snap bracelet. How is that going to work?”

“Like this…” She waves her hand creating a simple black bracelet on my right wrist. She then digs her werewolf claws into her palm where she drew some blood concentrating to not heal quickly to test me.

Sucking in a breath I felt the fangs and veins coming out where I suddenly jumped feeling a shock of energy go through my body. “Ow! Alina. Why would you?”

“It worked though.” Josie smiled up at me proudly toward my twin sister.

Vamping over to the mirror I stared underneath my eyes seeing the veins slowly disappear away even though Alina’s hand was still bleeding. “Okay…your plan might work.”

“Sweet. Now during the date if you need it higher just do the electric spell and it will make it stronger.” She explained closing her hand and she opened it again showing me it had healed over.

Tucking hair behind my ear I nodded slowly leaving our room and going into town to meet Ethan at the Mystic Grill. “Thanks you two. I’ll be back in a little while.” Standing outside the door I slowly walked inside seeing him wave me over when he was sitting in one of the booths away from the bar since we weren’t old enough yet.

“I hope this isn’t too weird for you, Missy. I mean this doesn’t have to be a date if you don’t want it to be. I’m just new in town and you seem nice.” Ethan smiled, putting his hands together on the table.

Shaking my head I sent him a smile. “Ethan, it’s nice you asked me. Although if we are calling this a date I have to tell you that this would be my first.”

“You’ve never been on a date before!” Ethan blurted out seeing me avoid his gaze until he corrected himself. “Uh sorry I didn’t mean it to come out like that. What I meant was, "How is a cute and nice girl like you never been on a date before?”

I blushed moving hair behind my ear as a nervous habit of mine like mom said she used to do. “The easiest answer I can give is that growing up my family moved around a lot. My sisters, brother and I were born in New Orleans but we would come here and go back and forth a few years. So I just never stayed in one place for long until two years ago when we permanently decided to stay here.”

“Woah, a girl with three other siblings, that's a lot. I only have one and she’s my sister. I bet that’s nice that they always have your back.” He smiled with the waitress coming back with our waters and some burgers we ordered.

Picking up my burger I nodded watching Ethan cut his burger in half until he pricked his finger where I gulped smelling some blood on his finger. “Ethan, did you un…cut yourself?”

“Oh huh I guess so. Hey are you okay?” He asked me sitting down the burger seeing that his thumb was lightly bleeding until he glanced over at me clearly telling me I was nervous.

Sitting my burger down I bite my lip feeling my fangs trying to break through my gums so I got up to my feet rushing to the bathroom. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I’ll be right back.” Shutting the bathroom door behind me I locked the door seeing my fangs now out for full view where I focused my mind and the bracelet snapped after I calmed down and my fangs went away. I left the bathroom seeing Ethan was still there waiting.

He asked me once I sat back down across from him picking my burger backup from my plate. “Is everything okay? If it helps I’m just as nervous. I…I could tell you something I never told anyone cause I was nervous of what they would say.”

“Everything is fine. What exactly is the secret…I once snuck out to see my dad while he was off in France but my mom found out and she grounded me for almost a month.” I told him with a slight smile knowing he probably wasn’t as bad as mine.

Ethan shook his head leaning back and running a hand through his hair. “I have loved comic books since I was a kid and I still do. Have you ever read any?”

“Can’t say that I have.” I shook my head no watching him get to his feet putting some money down and paying for the bill while offering me his hand.

“Then let’s go introduce you to a world of comic books. Who knows maybe we might have the same favorite superhero.” He sent me a grin when I placed my hand following him outside, unaware that we were being watched by my parents.

Raelyn’s pov

Laying on the couch inside my mansion I had my hands above my head just enjoying the silence for now. The past few days have been crazy enough as is so I was minding if I had a day off or even a week. The front door opened and I saw Klaus shrugging his jacket off. “Raelyn, Henrik and Hope are hanging out together. Alina and Jackson are going on a date. But I can’t find Missy.”

“Have you tried calling her?” I asked him sitting up and hug my knees to my chest.

Nik sent me a look tossing his phone into my lap seeing that he had called her like five times and she hadn’t answered any signal one of them. “Straight to voicemail. Honestly I don’t see the point of these things if they don’t use them.”

“Calm down, she's probably just getting some alone time or something. It’s been a lot on all of us these past few days. So she’s probably just cooling off.” I attempted to reassure him by laying my head against his chest but he didn't wrap his arms around my waist like normal. “Nik, are you seriously that worried about her?”

He shifted his body so that we were staring at each other. “Rae, I’m her father I’m always going to worry.”

“And I’m her mother in case you forget. So I get what you mean but you don’t need to make a big deal over this..fine come with me and we’ll do a locator spell.” I sent him a glare seeing that his facial expression didn’t change where I could see the fear in his eyes.

We went upstairs where I rolled out a map of Mystic Falls on the floor. Placing candles around it before I grabbed a knife to draw our blood. “Thank you for at least doing this even if we find out nothing is wrong.” He sent me a smile holding out his hand before I slid the knife across his hand drawing blood onto the center of the map.

“Let’s just hope nothing is wrong…Phasmatos tribum, nas ex viras sequita saguines ementas asten mihan ega petous…voye a sa fille.” Holding out my palms for him Klaus and I intertwined hands together before I began chanting watching the blood move across the map and end up at a comic book store close to the edge of town. Our physical forms couldn’t be seen by her so we got to stand in one of the isles seeing her talking with a boy from Mystic high who was showing her comics. “See she’s fine, she’s just hanging out with that boy.”

Klaus made his hands into fists at his sides growling. “Who’s the boy? I’m going to kill him if he hurts her!”

“Easy Nik. I’ll find out from the high school principal. But she’s happy, let's not go full attack mode on the boy.” Placing my hand on his forearm I waved my hand undoing the spell sending us back into the room and still holding hands with him where I cleared my throat. “Let’s talk about something else. If we ever have anymore kids what names are you thinking?”

Nik tugged me up where I was sitting on his lap smiling up at me. He nuzzled his nose against mine and I did it back to him. “Are you trying to tell me you’re pregnant, love?”

“Pff no. But at the rate we are going recently it probably won’t take that long.” I snorted out a laugh draping my arms around his neck playing with his dog tag necklace that he started wearing again.

He rolls his eyes holding his hands on my hips with a smirk on his face. “Don’t act like you’re complaining. I know you enjoy you and I together.”

“I do very much. But are you telling me you haven’t considered any more future kid names cause I have.” I shake my head not believing what he was telling me.

He leaned up kissing me slowly and I leaned forward deepening the kiss for a few moments until he broke it resting his forehead against mine whispering back. “If we have more kids I would be thrilled. But if we don’t I have everything I need or want right here. Yet since you are insisting I was thinking Rosalie for a girl and Joseph for a boy.”

“Nice I was thinking Katherine-“ I couldn’t contain my laughter seeing his face become annoyed in an instant where he rolled his eyes pushing me off his lap.

He flashed me his eyes, holding my hands above my head with one hand. His other hand was on my hip holding me down. “As long as we can create babies together we will never name our daughter that name ever!”

“I’m kidding. I’m kidding, Nik.” Vamping him onto his back he smiled with some of my hair falling over my shoulder and into his face until he pushed it out of the way gently. “I was really thinking maybe Edward for a boy and Candice for a girl.”

“You better be joking otherwise I will have to punish you with a tickle war.” Klaus cupped my face in his hands seeing me smiling down at him. Moving my fingers into his hair we just let ourselves get lost in the kiss, enjoying such moments like this together.

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the puppeteer ✿ losers - chapter 9 ✿

pairing: steve harrington x original female character (can be read as x reader)

warning(s): strong language, descriptions of violence, mature themes

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Bambi slumped in the chair, wishing it would just eat her up. How had she gotten into this position?

They'd told the chief and Jonathan's mom, whose names Bambi now knew to be Hopper and Joyce, everything they knew about the monster and why they'd geared themselves up with one of everything the hunting shop owned.

Jonathan and Joyce had disappeared off to talk privately, and Nancy had been sent to wait in the main office again, leaving just Hopper and Bambi to talk.

"So correct me if I'm wrong, your grandad is buying Benny's Burgers, and you just happened to be wandering the forest when you got caught up in all this?" Hopper asked, leaning against his desk. Bambi nodded, not trusting herself to not let any other information slip if she were to respond in sentences. "And your name is...?"

"Bambi, Bambi Oakes," She responded, reaching her now uncuffed hand up to brush the stray pieces of hair from her face.

"How old are you?" Hopper questioned, looking her up and down.

"Sixteen," Bambi responded again in as short an answer as possible.

"Right, right... Sixteen is too young to get a tattoo, and that looks too neat to be a stick and poke," Bambi tried to steady her breathing. "So why and how do you have 007 tattooed on your arm?"

"I'm a die-hard James Bond fan," Bambi told him with a shrug.

"Right..." Hopper didn't sound convinced. "So, who's your favourite Bond?"

Shit. There was more than one? Bambi hadn't actually seen any of the James Bond movies. She only vaguely knew they were about a spy called James Bond (obviously) and that his spy number or whatever it was just so happened to be 007.

"Hard to pick. They're all so good," Bambi shrugged as she prayed he didn't push any further. But of course, he did push further.

"Yeah, but if you had to pick one, who would it be?" Maybe it would just be better for her to take over his body momentarily and make him stop questioning her?

The issue with doing that is that there were too many cops for her to get away with doing it. That's why she hadn't up until that point. If she were to take over his body and say they were all free to go, the other cops would question him for it. She'd have two options, either continue to take control while she tried to make excuses as to why they were free to leave, a feat that would be very difficult given Bambi's general lack of knowledge regarding the law. Or she could leave and let him try and use his own knowledge to explain why, but when there wasn't a good explanation why he'd start to question himself and realise something was wrong.

That was always the biggest issue controlling someone in a crowd. It's why she struggled to escape the lab. They knew her weakness and used it by ensuring there were always multiple guards around her.

The more people there were, the more questions they'd ask. The more questions they'd ask, the more problems they'd find. The more problems they'd find, the more the person she's controlling, as well as the people around them, would notice that something was seriously wrong.

It wasn't like she could keep it up forever either. Her limit while training at the lab had been 10 minutes before she'd be wiped out of energy completely. Since she'd not used her powers much in the two years since her escape, they'd weakened. She'd be lucky to remain in control for 5 minutes.

Bambi toyed with the idea of just saying 'fuck it' and controlling him to see how much she could get away with, but luck seemed to be on her side for once when the sound of an argument somewhere else in the building made its way through to Hopper's office.

"Stay right there," He instructed Bambi, getting up and exiting the office.

Of course, Bambi did not stay right there. She was nosey by nature and wanted to know what was going on, so she got up and opened the door to find Jonathan and Joyce standing right outside the office.

"Should you be-?" Jonathan asked, but Bambi held up her finger and quietly shushed him as she slipped past them to observe the argument taking place.

"There was some kind of fight, Chief." One of the officers explained as a woman frantically fussed over a boy Bambi assumed was her son.

"A psychotic child broke his arm!" The mother yelled. Bambi rolled her eyes. Was that it? Some kid broke another kid's arm?

"A little girl, Chief. A little one." The cop Bambi had elbowed spoke in a mocking tone.

"That tone! Do you hear that tone?" The mother had a point. It was like the cop didn't believe a girl could possibly break a boy's arm. Bambi spotted Hopper turn around to return back to his office and ducked back around the corner. She was about to run back to the office to pretend she'd been there the entire time when she caught a couple of words that froze her.

"She had no hair, and she was bleeding from her nose. Like a freak." Bambi didn't care if she got in trouble. She had to go back. Eleven. He was talking about Eleven. The boy's words seemed to have caught Hopper's attention too.

"What'd you just say?" Hopper asked.

"I said she's a freak!" The boy spat out.

"No, her hair." The way Hopper said it made Bambi think that maybe he knew something more about Eleven and whatever he knew she needed to know. "What'd you say about her hair?"

"Her head's shaved. She doesn't even look like a girl." The boy went quiet for a moment. Both Hopper and his mom encouraged him to keep talking. "She can do things."

"What kind of things?" Bambi asked, no longer caring if she got in trouble. She needed to know what Eleven was up to and if she was okay. Hopper turned to look at her, about to scold her for leaving his office. Bambi's eyes met his, and the annoyance softened in a split second. He turned back to the boy.

"What kind of things?" Hopper repeated Bambi's question as she made her way to stand behind him.

"Like, make you fly... And piss yourself." The boy mumbled the last part. One of the cops seemed to find it funny, but Hopper held his hand up to stop him from (no pun intended) taking the piss.

"Was she alone?" Hopper asked. The kid shook his head.

"She always hangs out with those losers!" Bambi frowned, trying to figure out who he was talking about.

"Losers? What losers?" Hopper questioned. Bambi raked her brain. Had anyone else escaped the lab who she wasn't aware of? She crossed her arms in thought and caught sight of her tattoo again, triggering a memory. She looked around and spotted Nancy, who appeared to be keeping a close eye on the situation unfolding.

"Mike Wheeler?" Bambi asked, to which the boy nodded. Why would Nancy's brother be with Eleven?

"Callahan, just take the report," Hopper ordered the cop Bambi had elbowed before turning and pointing at Bambi. "And you are going to tell me the whole story this time."

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Bambi didn't recognise any of the men unloading boxes from the Wheeler residence into their cars. She hoped that meant they wouldn't recognise her.

"I have to go home," Bambi placed a gentle hand on Nancy's arm as she watched her house get raided.

"No, you can't." Hopper shut her down as he watched through binoculars.

"My mom... my dad are there." Nancy protested.

"They're gonna be okay," Hopper assured her. Nancy slipped out of Bambi's grips and started storming towards her house, but fortunately, Hopper caught her. "Listen to me. Listen to me. The last thing in the world we need is them knowing you're mixed up in all this."

"Mike is over there-" Nancy tried to argue.

"They haven't found him." He pointed up at the sky where helicopters were circling. "Not yet, at least... Bambi, get in the car. We can't risk them recognising you." Bambi nodded, squeezing into the car next to Jonathan. Hopper, Joyce, and Nancy got back in shortly after.

"Look, we need to find them before they do." Hopper and Joyce looked over at the three teens in the back of the car. "Can you use your... Power thing to find them?" Bambi shook her head.

"I told you, my powers don't work like that." She felt useless in the situation. What good were her powers when they had limitations? "There's a range, and wherever they are, they're not in it. I can keep on trying while you drive around and hope we get close enough to connect, but it'll drain me."

"Do you think you could do that if it comes to it?" Joyce asked, looking on in concern. "How does it drain you?" "It's like when you start sprinting. Eventually, you're going to run out of energy, and your entire body starts to shake until you just collapse," Bambi explained. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologise, kid. Just be prepared to try if we have to," Hopper told her. He looked at Nancy. "Do you have any idea where your brother might have gone?"

"No, I don't." Nancy denied it, but Hopper was a little more stubborn with Nancy than he had been with Bambi.

"I need you to think," He told her sternly.

"I don't know! We haven't talked a lot, I mean, lately...." She shook her head in exasperation.

"Is there any place that your- your parents don't know about that he might go?" Joyce asked her.

"I don't know!" Nancy repeated. "I might," Jonathan spoke up. The rest of the car looked at him in confusion. "I don't know where he is, but I think I know how to ask him."

Before long, they were pulling up at the Byer's residence, having gone way faster than the speed limit to get there. Fortunately, Hopper was the Chief, so it wasn't like they'd get pulled over for speeding.

They all ran inside, Bambi and Nancy stopping in the entryway as they looked at the house. Bambi had no frame of reference for what the Byer's house usually looked like, but she assumed they didn't just casually decorate the walls with Christmas lights and the alphabet year-round.

The pair followed the other three into a room where Joyce reached her hand under a bed and pulled out a CB radio. Standing up again, she passed it over to Nancy, who sat down on the bed and started to talk into it, hoping her brother would hear her at the other end.

"Mike, are you there? Mike? Mike, it's me, Nancy." She pleaded into the device. "Mike, are you there? Answer. Mike, we need you to answer...." There was no response. "He's not responding."

"Try again," Hopper urged.

"This is an emergency, Mike. Do you copy? Mike, do you copy?" Nancy tried again, but the radio was silent. Hopper took it from Nancy's hands and spoke into it himself.

"Listen, kid, this is the chief. If you're there, pick up. We know you're in trouble, and we know about the girl." He told them, but there was still nothing.

"Bambi, try and talk to her if she's with them," Hopper instructed. He handed the radio over to Bambi, who took a deep breath before using it.

"I don't know if you're there, but it's Seven. It's Seven, do you remember me? Are you there?" Bambi tried to steady her shaking hands. It had been a while since she'd gone by the name Seven. What if Eleven didn't remember her? She tried to think back to the times she'd interacted with Eleven in the Rainbow Room before it was closed. "Do you remember when I used to trace farm animals from that one book on your arm, and you had to guess what they were? You always loved the sheep."

Still, the radio was silent. Hopper took it back out of Bambi's shaking hands.

"We can protect you, we can help you, but you gotta pick up. Are you there? Do you copy? Over." Even after that, there was no response. Hopper put the radio down on the shelf and turned around to face them. "Anybody got any other ideas?" They all exchanged unsure looks when the radio on the shelf buzzed.

"Yeah, I copy. It's Mike. I'm here. We're here."

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bambi: "I'm not telling this guy anything about me, I'd literally rather die"

bambi 5 seconds later: "so yeah that's my entire backstory, do you want me to go over it again? I can make a powerpoint presentation detailing everything if you're a visual learner?"

the queen of oversharing the moment someone mentions eleven

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