Warnings : mentions of injury/torture, reunited, mostly fluffy, tiny touch of angst
A/N : fic brought to you by another great idea from @justballoonfishthings
SPN AU Bingo Round Two Masterlist.
SPN GENRE BINGO MASTERLIST.
You paid the pizza guy, gave him a decent tip and closed the door before making your way to the kitchen. Putting the box down on the table, you flipped the top open and grabbed a slice. It was inches from your mouth when you heard your door open, and then close. Reaching for the far drawer, you opened it, and groped around for the gun you had secured to the underside of the counter.
Raising the gun, you moved slowly towards the archway that lead to the front of your house. No sign of anything as you made your way to the front door. You peeked out the curtain and saw a virtually empty street. It was dinner time, most the neighbours were already inside eating.
Turning away from the door, you jumped seeing the figure standing up the hall. “Jesus Christ! Meg?”
She let out a huff of a laugh. “Yeah, Hardly recognize myself either.”
“I almost shot you!” You snapped at her, uncocking the gun and heading for the kitchen to put it away.
“You humans and your guns.” She teased.
“Devil's trap bullets.” You waved it at her. “Made of pure silver. You went missing, and I wasn’t taking chances.” Pulling opened the drawer, you manoeuvred it back into place and secured it before closing the drawer and turning to take her in again. “What happened to you?” You stepped closer, finger trailing over a cut along her eyebrow. “You look like shit.”
“Thanks. It’s the torture. Really brings out the colour of my eyes.”
You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help the smile that spread over your face. “Come on, loser.”
“Where are we going? Is it the bedroom? Are things about to get kinky?” You lead her to the bathroom, and when she steps in, you’re already sitting on the edge of a large tub. “Are you drawing me a bath?”
“Indulge me.” You don’t even look back at her as you adjust the temperature, making it as hot as you could handle, then add some bubble bath. “Strip.”
She watches you as you stand and pull off your own shirt, and she grins. “So, things are about to get kinky. I like it.” Her jacket hits the floor, and her shirt is quick to follow. Your eyes run over her exposed skin, all the cuts that haven’t fully healed and the blood left behind. “Hey, I ain’t no porcelain doll.” she reminds you as she undoes her jeans and toes off her shoes. “All I need is a bit of time, and I’m right as rain again.”
“I know.” You give her a sweet smile.
She strips quickly, getting into the tub and hiding as much as she can under the bubbles, just wanting your eyes off of it all. She didn’t want to look up and see pity, not from you.
“Sit up for a second.” Looking up, she realizes you're just as naked as she is now, and you’re waiting to get in. She obeys, sitting forward and giving you enough room to slip in behind her. The water level rises, threatening to overflow, so you point a finger to the taps. “Can you turn that off for me?” When she reaches for the taps, you get a good view of her back and you can feel your heart breaking at what she must have endured.
“You know, if you wanted me wet-”
“Meg, can you cut the shit for five minutes.” She turned and stared at you over her shoulder as you reached for a face cloth and dipped it into the water. “What happened to you?” You started running the cloth over her shoulder, washing away blood and grime.
“Nothing much. Just had me a little hell-cation.”
“Meg, come on.” Your eyes met hers. “You’ve been missing for a year.”
“Nice to know you kept track.” She turned away.
“I more than kept track..”
“Yeah, you got yourself a nice little life here.” She mumbled, glancing around your bathroom. “Looks like you did pretty good without me.”
Licking your lips, your hand moved the cloth is soft circles along her back, from one shoulder blade to the next. “I stayed put, so that when they found you, you could find me.”
“They weren’t fucking looking.” The words dripped like venom. “No one looked for me, no one cared.”
“I cared!”
“You didn’t look for me!” She turned and glared.
“I- what was I supposed to do, Meg? I didn’t know where you went, I didn’t know where to start.. I didn’t even get fucking told until I called them looking for you. A week. You were gone a week and I can’t report you missing to the police, can I? I just remembered you mentioning some names, so I did everything I could to find a number, and I called. And all they said was that you were gone. What was I supposed to do?” Meg watched the pain fill your eyes with tears.
“I don’t know..” She whispered. “I don’t know.”
With a sigh, you leaned your forehead on the back of her neck. “Where were you? Can you at least tell me that? Who did this to you?”
“Crowley.”
Your head snapped up, you’ve heard that name. “Your boss, Crowley?”
She nodded. “Yeah. But I’m good, pumpkin. I mean, what’s a little torture between friends, right?” She gave you a soft smile, the anger from a moment ago gone again. “I’ll heal, I’ll be fine.”
“You’re not fine. I know you’ll heal, but you’re not.” You wrapped your arms around her shoulders, letting the face cloth fall into the water in front of her. “Talk to me. You know you can talk to me.”
She was quiet, looking down into the bathwater, watching the bubbles as they popped a few at a time, from how long you’d both been sitting in the tub. “Look what he did to my hair.” She muttered it quietly. “The cuts, and the bruises, and the bullshit he spewed… I can move on from that, I’m use to that.” She turned and met your eyes. “But look at my fucking hair.”
“It’s okay.”
“It’s hideous.” She glared.
“We can dye it back if you hate it-”
“That’s not the point.” She sulked. “I didn’t tell him what he wanted, I didn’t say a damn word.. But when he did this.” she looked up towards her hair with disgust. “I begged him to stop.”
“Oh, sweetie.” You pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek.
“I will never forgive him for it. I can’t change it back, not now. Not until I get pay back.”
“Okay.” You nodded, kissing her shoulder. “Then we’ll leave it.”
“I felt so violated.” She mumbled.
“Hey.. hey.” you made her look at you, and you kissed the corner of her mouth. “How about we dry up, head to the kitchen, eat some pizza, drink a little wine, and plot your fucking revenge.” you smiled at her.
“You know I don't need to eat.”
“Indulge me.” you nosed at her cheek. “And maybe I'll indulge you later..”
“In the bedroom?” she cocked an eyebrow.
“Or in the kitchen.”
“Mm. Kinky.” she grinned.
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Pairing : Meg x Castiel, Vessel!Reader
Word count : 1,030
A/N : I had an urge to write Meg. This just came to me.
When the voice first came to you, you thought you were insane. So much so, that you checked yourself into a mental hospital. At first, you found peace. But soon, the voice returned, the medication doing nothing to quiet it.
“OKAY!” You yelled at it one night. “Yes, Fuck! If you’ll shut up, then yes!”
And just like that, your body was no longer your own. Someone else was there, and you realized, you hadn’t been crazy after all. You could do nothing as your body rose out of bed, walked to the front desk and checked yourself out.
It wasn’t long before you were checked into a motel. The entity that took over was happy you had a cell phone with your possessions. A call was placed, and a few hours later two men knocked on your door. “Cas?” The tallest asked.
“Yes.”
And again, just like that, you were traveling with them. In the back of a beautiful car, always moving, always hunting. And when they slept, it talked. Castiel was the angels name. And Cas would talk about anything and everything. Every bit of the last few millennia that he thought you might find interesting. Every night, between clearing up lies in the bible, and talk about things even historians had forgotten, he promised you this was just temporary, and that he’d protect you as best he could.
It was weird at first, having Castiel in there with you. There was so much that he saw as black and white, and yet, so much looked much more colorful. Everything held a new meaning. You began to see the world through his eyes, as he watched over it through yours.
Eventually she came along too. The demon Meg. The most beautiful creature you had ever seen, and that voice. You could listen to her for days. You loved how she looked at you when she called Castiel Clarence. Every touch, every look, even the snide remarks, you wanted more. So did Cas.
You could feel it. You could feel how Cas looked at her, how he felt. You felt it too. Inside, you were screaming. “Just be with her! Come on Cas, just tell her! I like her too, I won’t mind!” But Castiel never did. Just kept it quiet.
She did kiss him once. You can still feel her lips on you to this very day. If you’d have had control, you’d have kissed back, kissed again. But Cas had just stood there awkwardly, and by the time the angel got it together, she was pulling away.
And then she was gone again, with a promise of coming back. She was helping the boys find something. You were sad to watch her go, but that was when you’d gotten the kiss, so it wasn’t all bad. You hoped you were still around when she came back.
One night, there was a knock on the door. You moved to open it and there he stood. You’d never seen him before in your life, but you knew his name. “Jimmy.”
He smiled. “I’m ready, Castiel.”
And as quick as he’d arrived, he was gone. You were your own again. You looked up into Jimmy’s beautiful blue eyes as they flashed even brighter before settling again. “You were a good, strong vessel.” He praised. “Not many could hold me as you have. Thank you.”
“A-are you leaving?” It felt weird having control again. You felt like you had to relearn how to walk, how to move.
He nodded. “Yes. We need to continue to fight. You’re fight is done, little one. Go back” He reached out, his hand brushing the hair away from your face and tucking it behind your ear. You smiled at him, eyes struggling to stay open as everything went dark.
Waking up in the motel bed, you’d never felt so alone. Castiel was gone, and stepping outside, you noticed the Impala was gone too. Sighing, you realized you had no way to get back home. You headed back in, grabbed what few possessions you had, and checked yourself out of the motel.
That was all a long time ago, though it felt longer than it was. You accepted you’d never see any of them again. When you finally got back home, you decided to volunteer at the mental hospital. Maybe some of those crazy people weren’t as crazy as everyone thought. You had new knowledge thanks to Castiel, so you’d listen to their stories, finding grains of truth in their delusions. The staff didn’t mind, since it seemed having someone who really listened helped some of them to move forward in their treatment.
One day, you spotted Sam. He didn’t leave his room much, and he didn’t seem to notice you. You thought maybe he was on some kind of a case, and left him alone. He probably wouldn’t remember you anyways. You had been so insignificant in his life.
And then he was gone.
But not long after, you heard a voice you thought you’d never hear again. It stopped you in your tracks. You glanced down a side hall, and there she was. Beautiful as ever. “Meg.” You said her name softly, so much so that you barely heard it, but she did, and she turned.
She regarded you with uncertainty. Judging if you were a threat as she stood guarding a door. You stepped closer, but she raised a hand to stop you. “Who are you?”
“Y/N.” She shook her head, indicating she had no idea. “You called me Clarence.”
“I only ever called one being Clarence.” She watched you.
“I was his vessel.” You told her softly, holding your hands up and stepping closer. “I-I never thought I’d see you again.”
“Why are you here?”
“I volunteer. Ever since I found my way back from where they left me. I try to help people in the only way I know how. I can’t do it like he did, but I feel this need to.” You licked your lips. “Why are you here?”
She glanced at the door. “Watching over him.”
You stepped closer and looked in the window. “Jimmy?”
“Clarence.” She answered softly.
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Pairing : Meg2.0 x Vamp!Reader
Word count : 2,313
Warning : touch of smut. Feeding, Drugging, touch of violence. Does this count as blood play?
A/N : Got this idea a while back listening to Creature Of The Night by The Creepshow.
I died once. Long ago. I became a legend of sorts. A myth, if you will. You see, they tell the tale of a blood thirsty creature who roams in the night. Lurking cemeteries. That’d be me. I became a horror story people tell their kids so they don’t break curfew. Or, if you say my name three times at my grave, I’ll come and grant you eternal life with a bite. They get bit alright, but not by me. There’s a lot of mosquitoes and bugs around. I mean, it is a cemetery, what do people expect. Open space, lots of plants and flowers, and plenty of rotting flesh.
Anyways. Back to the story at hand.
The stories aren’t totally wrong.. I do roam the cemetery, I do crave blood, and I do lurk in a possibly stalkerish manner. But I mostly just lurk one person. Her. I loved her. She was mine, once upon a time. It felt like a couple of lifetimes ago, not the 12 years it’s really been. I doubt she remembers me. But I remember her. Every little detail, even the things you can’t see. I watch her, unseen from the shadows. She’s still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Even now. I can see her, sitting down for dinner, wearing sweats and.. “Hey, that’s my shirt.” I chuckle. “Maybe she does remember me..”
When she comes out to put out the garbage, I’m in the shadows again, watching quietly. As she dusts off her hands, she looks around. I realize I slipped up this time when her eyes meet mine, and I see fear. She runs into the house, and I disappear. “Fuck.” I groan, sliding to the ground in some alley behind a bar. I’m hoping that maybe she thinks she’s just seeing things. I mean, I’m dead, right?
When I return, a few weeks later, she’s gone. Her stuff is all there, the neighbors are saying she just changed one day, acted a bit weird, then simply seemed to vanish. Not into thin air, but suddenly no one saw her, and she just wasn’t home.
I’ll find her. I have all eternity. Maybe I’ll finally make the other part of my legend true. Maybe I’ll finally give someone eternal life. Though it’s not a bite. I learned that first hand, obviously.
When I find her again, she’s sitting by a swamp. I wearily step closer, opening my mouth to speak, but her voice hits first, music to my ears. “How long?”
I sighed. “Since after the funeral.”
“If I dig up your grave, what will I find?” She still hasn’t looked at me.
“Nothing.. It’s empty.” I swallowed. “Why did you leave home?”
“She has so many memories of you.” My brow furrows, confused. “I like them.”
“Who does?”
“My meat suit.” She finally turns to look at me. “So many emotions when I look at you. Fear, anger, love, lust.. You make my meat suit all dewy.” She chuckles.
“Meat suit?”
“I go by Meg. It’s the name of my last meat suit, and it stuck. I like it. I like it better than this one’s name.” She shrugs.
I watch her for a bit, taking in everything she’s said so far. “You’re a demon…” I breath out.
“Ding ding ding, tell her what she’s won, Bob.” She grins as I glance down at the ground.
I feel my mutated heart aching for her. Aching to hold her, love her again. But I know it’s not really her. And yet, I don’t mind this version of her either. I just need her in my arms again. I need her skin against mine. Those soft lips, that beautifully alluring voice only she has. I need them in my life again. “Please..”
“You still love her.” I look up, my eyes meeting the eyes I loved for years. I nod. “She still loves you.”
My eyes close, a tear running down my cheek. I waited 12 years to hear those words. “Let her go. Please. Let me have her back if she’ll have me.”
I hear her stand, and I hear her steps, but I’m still surprised at how close her voice is when she speaks. “I’ll have you.” I open my eyes, and look into hers. “You look like fun, my little bloodthirsty Unicorn.” She cups my cheek, and pulls me in for a kiss. Her lips on mine, they feel like home. I nod, unable to speak. That’s how much I had missed it. “Good. Let’s go have a little fun.” Her arm goes around me, and mine around her as we start walking. I don’t know where to, and I don’t care enough to ask. I’d go anywhere with her.
Sitting by the bar in a tiny dress, I bite my lip as he buys me a drink. I turn away, and he thinks I don’t see what he slips in the drink. What a piece of shit. I roll my eyes before turning back to him, fake smile plastered all over my face as I take the drink and ignore the hand moving up my thigh. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see her jaw clench, but it’s part of the game. She hates it, but it’s what she needs me to do.
I drink the too strong drink he ordered and drugged, and for an instant, my head spins. But only for an instant. It doesn’t stop me from playing it up, acting how I have to act. He takes it, hook line and sinker as he helps me slip down from the stool, his hand on my ass as he escorts me to the door, high-fiving a friend on the way past.
Just for the fun of it, I glance at his friend, and wink. When he smiles at me, I flash my fangs, and I see the terror take over his face. He calls out, trying to warn him, but it falls on deaf ears. When he’s got ass this good, and he’s positive it’s a sure thing, he doesn’t give a fuck.
In his place now, he has my back against the wall, my panties around my knees as he works my clit. I’m panting, biting my lip. He might be an asshole, but he’s good. And then the doorbell rings. Confused, he answers it. “Who the fuck are you?”
“That’s my girlfriend, Meg.” I lick my lips as she smirks, then turn to him. “I got so caught up in you, I forgot to tell you about her. I’m sorry.” Meg licks her pump, full lips and he’s done for.
“Come on in, sweet thing.” He smirks at her.
He’s tied down, bleeding and bruised. He whimpers around the gag in his mouth, my forehead on his. I’m not sure if it’s pleasure, or pain, or both. I’m on my hands and knees over him, Meg behind me eating me out. As I cum, I cry out right before biting into him again, drinking down the warm liquid. “Mmm.. So good.” I groan as I move off him.
Meg moves up over him now, her eyes flicking black. “You tried to take advantage of what’s mine, asshole.” She growled. “We could have did this the fun way for you. Now, we do this the fun way for us.” She licks up his face. “I kinda want to fuck him while you eat me.. Maybe we should have did that before I let you eat.” She glanced at me. “He’s so soft now.” She pouted as she played with his flaccid cock.
“Next time, Baby. There’s always tomorrow night.” I lean in and kiss her.
We leave him there, bleeding out as we get dressed and start to leave. She hangs back as I step outside. “Next time, asshole..” She glances back at him. “If something seems too good to be true, it is. What am I saying, there won’t be a next time.” And with a twist of her wrist, she snaps his neck.
As we hit the street, the cool night air blowing our hair into our faces, she tucks my hair behind my ear before licking blood off my face. I blush, and giggle softly, something that always makes her smile.
Waking up, I find myself alone, again. It happens from time to time. She rushes off somewhere, sometimes summoned, which she can’t help, but she always comes back. Never staying away for more than a few days. I asked her about it once, and I got vague answers. Something about helping a friend named Clarence. It was safer if he didn’t know about me, and I didn’t know about him. There was a number tucked away in case of emergencies though. None ever came up, so I always left it alone.
She returned while I was in the shower. She quietly slipped in, her hands going over my waist, then down my stomach. “You look so good soaking wet.” She purred in my ear, one of her hands going between my thighs.
“Good to have you home, Meg.” I smiled, turning my head to meet her waiting lips. I moaned as she slipped a finger past my folds. Her returns always went like this. Though not always in the shower. She held me tight, my hips glued to hers, my ass grinding against her as I tried to roll my hips against her hand. “Fuck..”
Finally, she let up enough for me to turn, and pushed me against the tile wall. I bit my lower lip, my hand going between her thighs, fingers finding her clit. “I love coming back to you. You know how to welcome a girl with open legs.” She grinned.
We both stood in the shower, panting together, pleasuring each other, my fingers matching hers as they moved. “Meg..” I breathed out, my knees going weak as she grinned and slipped two fingers inside and hooked them.
“Cum for me, my little unicorn.” She mouthed at my neck. “I love how you look when you cum for me.”
My head was back against the tile, bottom lip between my teeth. I couldn’t stop the sounds I made, nor did I want to. My free hand gripped her hip, holding her tight against me and I started to tense and shake. She encouraged me, moaning out praise, building me up until I came crashing back down with a cry of her name. She sucked a mark onto my neck, just below my jaw as I shook against her.
“Good girl.” She smiled before her lips met mine again. When our lips parted, she sucked one of her fingers clean before offering me the other, and I gladly took it in my mouth. My tongue swirling around her digit had her moaning. “I love that tongue.”
“Good. Because it’s your turn.” I smiled, getting her to switch places with me so her back was to the wall, then I got on my knees in front of her. She got comfortable, her full lips parted as my tongue came out and licked her slit. I looked up at her with the next lick, saw her close her eyes with a moan.
I parted her lips with one hand, the other gripped her ass tight and I dove in like a starved mad man. I never could get enough of her taste. Her head went back against the tiles with a tug of my hair and a whisper of “Fuck, I love you.”
I woke up during the night to a smell. A smell that didn’t belong. I turned my head, glancing at Meg, her arm across my stomach, her face next to mine, and her hair a tangle surrounding us both. I gently kissed her lips, before slipping out of bed. The smell was wrong. It was danger.
I crept out into the hall as I pulled an oversized t-shirt over my head. I moved silently, like the hunter I was. Whoever was in my house, wasn’t as quiet as they thought. And not as quiet as me. I could smell him before I could see him. But one scent overpowered the others, so I was surprised to find more that one person. “Hunters.” I growled, teeth showing.
“Pay up, Sammy. I told you it was a vamp.”
“Shut up, Dean, there was also signs of a demon.”
“I’m not letting you near her.” I stood protectively  between them, and my bedroom.
“Oh shit, are you playing fucking house with a demon in here?” He stepped closer.
I snarled at him, fangs out and ready to rip him apart if he went for her. “You aren’t fucking touching her. I’ll die before I let yo-”
I was slammed against the wall, air knocked out of me and his machete at my throat. “Then you’ll die like the blood sucker you are.” He spat in disgust.
“Dean…”
“What?”
“Hi, Clarence.” They all turned, Meg stood in the hall just a foot away from me. I looked to her, wondering, confused. Clarence was a hunter?
A man with a trench coat stepped forward. “Meg. What are you doing here?”
“Let her go, Dean.” She told the hunter, her eyes still on the man in the trench coat.
“Like fuck I will. She-”
“She drinks from animals, mostly. 13 years as a vamp, and she’s never drained anyone. Just a sip here and there from assholes no one would miss. The kinda guys who drug women in bars. Does everyone a fucking service scaring them. ” She shoots him a glare. “Let her go.”
The hunter glared at you, and you retracted your fangs. “Who is she?” Asked the man in the trench coat.
“Does it matter, Cas?” The hunter, Dean, asked.
“You aren’t my only Unicorn, Clarence.” She told Cas.
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“Do you trust me?” Meg asked, breaking the kiss. You nodded. She smiled softly, kissed you one last time, as the black smoke left her mouth and entered yours. The other body hit the floor as your eyes flicked black. “Your going to love this.” she chuckled.
You had been hanging out in your motel room watching a movie in bed, when you heard a knock at the door. You figured it was Sam or Dean, who were staying in the next room. When you opened the door however, it was Meg. She grabbed you and kissed you, right there in the door way, and you pulled her in kicking the door shut. You didn’t know when she got to town and didn’t care. She quickly pulled all your clothes off, never one to waste time, and pushed you on the bed. “Want to try something a little different this time?”
She had total control of your body, but she let your voice be your own. ’I love hearing you moan’ her voice echoed in your head, as you moved back on the bed, leaning against the pillows and headboard. You bit your lip as your hands moved to your breasts, massaging them softly. When you felt the pinch to your nipples, a soft moan escaped your lips. ’That’s the good stuff kitten’ you could feel her smile.
She ran your right hand down your abdomen at an excruciatingly slow pace. You pleaded with her in your head, and got her soft chuckle in response. She softly rubbed your mound, a finger tracing your slit but never entering. You could tell how much she was enjoying how she made you feel. “Meg please” you begged softly. Your finger slipped in and slowly circled your clit. Your head went back as you heard her moan echo softly in your head. ’Your so wet kitten.’ She slid a finger into your core and you gasped. Then she slipped in a second, enjoying the groan you let out.
Your eyes flicked black again as she fully took over. “Just for a second kitten, I need a taste.” Your fingers came out and your mind whimpered softly in the background as they went into your mouth. She moaned softly around them. “You know I can never get enough of how great you taste.” When your fingers were back deep in your core, she gave you back control, groaning as she fingered faster this time. Your left hand left your breast, and started rubbing your clit.  You felt a tightening start, but between your building orgasm, and Megs, you couldn’t hold back if you tried. You screamed out and bucked as Meg continued. Her voice screaming out in your head as she rode it out with you.
Your door burst open, and Dean came flying in, gun out. He was panicked having heard you scream. He looked at the body on the floor, then looked at you, confused. Your eyes flicked black as your fingers went into your mouth again, sucking off all the juices. “Howdy Dean, care to join in on the fun.” She winked.
“Meg??”
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How about Meg Turney on a podcast and as a surprise, the other's got her favorite author? (Future S/o) Like how she would be and so on. After the podcast he asks her if she wants to go to dinner. Maybe it can end with the two becoming a couple? Thanks friend. :)
You were nervous about appearing on a filmed podcast. Especiallywhen you found out Meg Turney was a fan of yours and you were surprising her byappearing on the show.
She squeaked as you stepped onto the set, jumping up to offer youa hug. You happily stepped into it and settled onto the huge beanbag besideher. You caught yourself blushing as she gushed about your books, but she hungonto every word and launched into discussions with an intelligence thatengrossed you.
Within moments of the show ending, Meg was asking you morequestions “Seriously, where did the inspiration come from for the third book? Iwould have run out ideas by then!”
“I could answer that…maybe over dinner?” you asked.
Suddenly her expression changed, and you regretted asking her, butshe quickly smiled in response “You might regret that, I have a lot ofquestions!”
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Yo, could I request a Meg x Reader where the two of you are stuck somewhere (e.g. closet, basement?) Thanks
“Oops sorry!” you smiled as you bumped into Meg in the tiny supplycloset.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got what I need,” she replied. Meg turned and wentto open the door but she caught your attention with a gasp. You turned aroundand saw a door handle in her hands…but not attached to the door.
“How did that happen?!” was all you could ask.
“I don’t know, it just fell off!”
The door wouldn’t open, no matter how much you pushed it or tried to unlockit with a hair pin. No one could hear the shouts and bangs on the door eitherand the signal in there was unreliable at best.
You slumped down to the floor after an hour, pulling your t-shirt off “Hopeyou don’t mind,” you shrugged as beads of sweat poured down you. The room wasstifling and warm, and the physical attempts with the door had made you sweatmore.
“When did you get shredded?” she whispered.
You felt suddenly self-conscious, attempting to cover yourself up “Ohwell I’ve just been going to the gym more often.”
Meg sat down beside you, attempting to make another call “Nothing again,”she sighed. You could feel her warmth and pressure of her body against yourside. You wouldn’t admit how much you enjoyed it and you were lost in yourthoughts when Meg’s phone made you jump “Gavin? Yes we’re locked in the supplycloset! Me and Y/N! Can you get us out? Gav? Disconnected again, but he said he’son his way.”
After what felt like another eternity, you heard the door open and felta rush of cool air “Thank God!” Meg laughed, jumping into her boyfriend’s arms.
You stretched your legs and back as you stood up and finally left the room“Hell when did Y/N get a six pack?” Jeremy asked, you hurriedly shoved yourshirt back on and tried to avoid the stares while blushing.
Hey!! Can u possibly do Christmas dinner with Gav ? Or Gav and Meg x reader if u still write her! Thank u <3
i do still write meg ! (ray too, if anyone was wondering) <3 they may not be with rt/ah anymore but i still love them...
“I’m still sorry you couldn’t go home.” You say, a slight frown on your face and twirling your fork through your food.
“And I still wish you’d stop that.” Gavin pokes you in the side, shakes his head. “You’re not home technically either, ya know.”
“My home is with you and Meg.” You say firmly. “Visiting family is fine but they’re not you guys.”Â
“Aw, babe!” Meg says, entering the living room with a small Columbo trailing behind her.Â
“If you’ll be fine, I’ll be fine. We’re going to Turney’s tomorrow anyway, that’ll be a time.” Gavin says.
“I have a name you know.” Meg rolls her eyes as she sits back down at the table. You all had pretty much finished up the food and were working on dessert now.Â
“What, really? I never knew!” You tease.
“You sure knew it last night.” Gavin mumbles around his bite of dessert and you can’t do anything but sputter in response.
Do u the think u could do a meg fahc where reader is a mechanic for the cockbytes and meg needs information but ends up flirting instead? great writing btw
Thank you, sorry it’s taken so long to write this but I hope you understand - P
You rolled out from under a car when you hearda knocking at the door. No one ever knocked, the crew would always storm in toyour shop without a word of warning. You rolled your head to the side to see awoman looking curiously around, her eyes memorising details “Can I help you?”you called you, wiping your hands on an oily rag.
“Oh!” she jumped, she flashed you a sparklingsmile “My bike just broke down, I managed to push it to here. Could you have alook at it? I’ll pay whatever,” she added, her voice suddenly dropping to ahusky tone.
“Umm yeah sure,” you said, standing up from theboard you were lying on. You followed her out of the garage, your eyes castingdown to her figure that was clad in tight leathers. You scolded yourselfinternally until you reached the bike. The oil dripping from the bike made yougrimace as you noticed a huge tear in one of the pipes “Shit, what did youhit?!”
“Bullets?” she said slowly, her face spreadinto a grin.
“We’ll take it into the shop, this won’t besimple to repair,” you warned.
“Oh thank you so much!” she sighed, gentlytouching your arm.
You pushed the heavy bike inside, fixing itdown and squatting by the tear in the metal “How long have you been workinghere?” she asked curiously “I’ve never seen this place before.”“This shop is new, only been here for a few weeks,” you explained, trying to concentrateon the task. Your eyes remained focused on the bike, and you didn’t notice thegirl walking around your shop, examining the many vehicles the cockbytes owned.You noticed her jumping away from a beat-up Adder as you called out “It’s atthe very least a welding job, don’t know how much damage has been done. It’lltake at least a day to be fully repaired. There’s a phone over there if youwant to call a cab.”
She shrugged it off as you stood up, she handedover a slip of paper “This is all I can repay you until tomorrow.” She winkedbefore sauntering out of the shop, her hips swaying seductively. You shoved thepaper in your pocket, sighing dramatically.
