At the high school where they teach girls how to hold babies cuz that’s what they’re gonna do when the boys go to army Mama’s feeding horses my baby got his gold teeth shinin I wear my daddy’s leather jacket cuz we’re a Little short on cash right now I want a horse n I wanna give her the same name as me ginger cuz the color of her fur is red brown My baby has a baby blue Cadillac and he looks good drives fast so hood skip class They say My baby’s gonna get burned to a crisp In a meth lab I look out truck windows n eat gas station chocolate pies I don’t wanna die cuz I don’t know how to dance yet I don’t wanna go to church cuz I wanna get kissed under the railroad bridge I have one skirt that I wear all the time I practice walking like a panther in my bedroom I think I got it right N I don’t mind the lies but once my baby drove me up the hill to see the city lights and said that’s not what heaven’s like n I run out the screen door like a dark horse in my school shoes n my thigh highs n the clouds hang heavy over this town like a dead girl in the water I’m the thunder every dog in the street I’m that hunger but this little Light of Mine I’m gonna let It shine & the little light of mine I’m gonna let It Shine Let It shine let it shine let it shine
journeywiththepkd: Scorpion Sunday Funday Season 2 wrap party. Sorry JT, no need for a suit and tie, this is how we roll. In N Out truck, non stop playing around, and bring the fam. Mental note, 2 sangria’s and 2 double double’s are maybe not the best fuel for all out 20 on 20 flag football and soccer matches. Haha. But then again, nothing quite like it either. Cheers to a solid season. 🎉
Theo imagine where you ditch school and you drive somewhere like beacon hills look out or something and end up making out in the back of his truck
A/N- I added a bit to this, but I hope you like it. Next up is either another Theo imagine, or a young Peter imagine.
You groaned, slamming your head against your locker as you realized you had forgotten half your books. You had been up late last night catching up on homework, and you had fallen asleep. You passed out around one in the morning which was probably why you woke up late, leaving you to scramble to get things together this morning. In your rush, you had forgotten three of your notebooks AND the homework for those classes. On top of that, you had barely had time to get to school on time, and you had skipped breakfast. “Rough morning?” someone asked from beside you. You looked over, glaring at your boyfriend Theo as he leaned beside your locker. He was watching you with a small smirk on his face, and you could tell he was entertained. “You have no idea,” you muttered, slamming your locker shut. “God, I wish I could just get out of here.” “Why don’t we?” Theo asked with a shrug. “What?” you asked. “Like skip?” “No, let’s stay in school and pay attention in class,” he deadpanned with a roll of his eyes. “Calm on, Y/n your grades are perfect. I’m pretty sure skipping one day wont hurt you.” “What if we get caught?” you asked, your eyes narrowing. “Then I’ll take the fall for it,” he offered. “Come on the bell hasn’t even rung yet.” You pursed your lips, peering around at the hallway that was still full of drowsy teenagers. “Fine.” Theo grinned. “You’ll love it, I promise.” You followed Theo out of the school and to his truck, hopping inside. “Where are we going?” you asked. “You’ll see,” he told you. You drove for about thirty minutes, the radio blaring as your fingers intertwined with Theo’s. You sang along to a Taylor Swift song, and Theo couldn’t help but smile at how cute you were. “What?” you asked him when you noticed him staring. “Nothing,” he told you with a smile. “You’re just adorable.” You blushed, looking out the window and glancing at a sign that said you were entering the Beacon Hills Preserve. You shot a look at Theo. “Really? The woods? It’s seven in the morning.” “And no one will be there,” he told you with a grin. You rolled your eyes but you couldn’t help the smile that appeared on your face as you watched the trees go by. Soon Theo was pulling up to lookout point, where you could see the whole town. “Woah,” you whispered. “I’ve never been up here before.” “You should see it at night,” he told you. You smiled, leaning over the center console and pressing a kiss to his lips. He instantly leaned into it, wrapping an arm around you and practically pulling you into his lap. You giggled against his lips, breaking the kiss to move into the backseat. You playfully tugged him forward and he grinned, climbing into the back with you and wasting no time in pressing his lips back onto yours. His hands found your hips, resting there as he kiss you a little more roughly, causing you to move backwards, your back now pressed up against the door. “Theo,” you breathed, as his lips left yours to kiss along your jawline. His lips quickly moved to your neck, where you knew he would leave a mark, just like he always did. Your hands moved from his neck to his hair, tangling in the messy locks that somehow always looked so hot. You gently pushed him off of you, causing him to move back against the door. Now it was your turn, and you ran your lips across your neck, lightly nibbling at it. He let out a soft moan, and you figured nothing in the world could sound hotter than what you had just heard. Before you could continue however, Theo took control and moved forward, trapping you under him as he pressed his lips furiously back onto yours. You grinned against his lips, your fingers tangling in the fabric of his shirt. You were just about to pull it off of him when you heard a knocking at the window. You gasped, pushing Theo off you as you saw the Sheriff looking at you through the window, disappointment evident on his face. “Shit,” Theo cursed. Your face was bright red, having suddenly realized that the sheriff, Stiles’ father, had just caught you skipping school to make out with your boyfriend in the woods. Theo sighed, pushing open the back door of his truck and hopping out. “Hello, Sheriff,” he greeted him. “Hello, Theo,” he said, his eyebrows raised. “Hello, Y/n.” “Hi,” you said quietly, trying to look everywhere but his eyes. “Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but aren’t you two supposed to be in school?” “We were taking a mental health day?” Theo offered. The Sheriff gave him a look that said he was having absolutely none of Theo’s bullshit, but he didn’t look like he was in the mood for anything that morning. Now he knew you had never really done anything that bad, and you and Theo helped protect the town along with Stiles and Scott, so he decided to let this one slide. “Well, I suggest you both get your asses back to school before I call your parents,” he told you. “Or do I need to give you a police escort?” “No, sir,” you told him, your face still bright red. “Good. Now, go get an education or something,” he muttered, turning his back on you and Theo and walking back to his car. You quickly walked around to the other side of Theo’s truck, hopping into the passenger seat as fast as you could. He quickly followed, looking at you a grin on his smug face. “Well that was unsuspected,” he remarked. You smacked him in the arm, shooting him a glare that would probably shrivel plants. “Asshole! I told you we’d get caught!” “So what?” he asked with a shrug. “He let us go…where to now?” You shot him a look. “Seriously?” “What?” he asked. “He said he wouldn’t escort us. You know, my parents aren’t home. We’d have the house to ourselves.” He looked at you with mischievous green eyes, and that smirk you loved so much, and you bit the inside of your cheek. Theo always had a way of getting you into trouble, but it was one of the things you couldn’t resist about him. “Fine,” you relented. “But if we get caught again, I’m going to kill you.” He shrugged. “It’d be worth it.” You smacked his arm playfully, but you couldn’t help but smile as Theo started the truck. This day had started off terribly, but even with getting caught, it seemed to be turning around.
“No,” Y/n whispers, staring in horror at the burning compound in front of them. “Damn it, no!”
She slams her foot on the break, sending them all lurching forward, and before the rest of them can recover she’s grabbing her rifle and diving out of the truck, running toward the gate.
“Y/n, no!” Dean leaps out of the truck, closing the distance between them easily with his longer legs and catching her around the waist.
“Let me go!” she shouts, struggling to break his grip. “Let me go! There are people in there, Dean! There are kids in there!”
“Y/n, you know as well as I do that they’re gone!” He grabs her shoulders, twisting her around to look her in the eye. “They’re dead, Y/n. And running in to get yourself killed isn’t going to help!”
She struggles for a moment longer before slumping against him, breathing heavily. “You’re right,” she murmurs, but it sounds more like a moan of pain. Dean keeps one arm around her waist to steady her. “You’re right.”
After a long silence, she straightens up again, swiping angrily at her cheeks, and in less than a minute it’s like she’s aged twenty years. Her gaze flicks briefly to Brandt and Laurie before resting on Dean. “We can’t stay here,” she says, her voice hardening to take on the tone of a commander. “They’ll run out of food eventually, and I want to be far away from this city by the time that happens.”
“You mean we’re just leaving?” Brandt demands. “We’re leaving them behind?”
“Does it sound like there are survivors in there?” Y/n snaps. “Do you hear any screams, Brandt? Any fighting? Because all I hear is a bunch of Zeeks getting fat.” Laurie flinches at her words, and Y/n’s gaze softens a little. “If there was any chance, any chance at all, I’d be the first one through that gate. You know that.” She reaches out to touch his shoulder, but Brandt jerks away from her.
“Brandt,” Laurie whispers, looking at her friend in dismay.
He shakes his head, but he doesn’t say anything else.
“Everyone back to the truck,” Y/n orders, already on the move. “We’ll drive directly through the city. If anyone got out, they’d head for the ruins to find a better place to hide. Hopefully we’ll pick them up along the way.”
“It would be safer to go around,” Laurie says.
Y/n nods. “Probably. But it’s faster to cut straight through. I want as much time as I can get to find a decent spot to camp before nightfall. Brandt, you’re on the gun. Keep an eye out for survivors, if they’re smart, they won’t be out in the open.”
Brandt nods, climbing into the bed of the truck. Laurie clambers up after him while Dean and Y/n slide into the front seat.
The drive is quiet now. There are no whooping laughs, no stories told. Y/n grips the wheel with two white-knuckled hands and her jaw clenched so tightly Dean wonders if it might get stuck. The city is eerily still, like the calm before the storm, and he finds himself unconsciously holding his breath.
“There!” Brandt shouts.
Ahead of them a small figure is running along the side of the road, darting from car to car, and as they get closer Dean recognizes him as Jackson, the boy from before.
“Jackson!” Y/n calls, slowing down the vehicle.
Dean’s heart clenches at the sound of the kid’s voice, at the blood smattered across his face and the blind panic in his eyes.
Y/n pulls over, leaping out of the car just in time to catch the sobbing child in her arms. “It’s okay,” she murmurs, holding him close as Jackson cries against her. “It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay. You’re safe now.”
“Have you seen my mom?” Jackson asks, peering up at her with tears carving tracks in the grime on his face. “Did you find her? We- we got separated. Y/n, did you find her? We have to find her.” He hugs her again, squeezing his eyes shut tightly.
Y/n looks up and exchanges a look with Brandt. “We haven’t seen her yet,” Y/n finally says, running her hand over Jackson’s hair. “But we’re going to keep looking. How many got out, Jackson? Where are the others? Was there anyone with you?”
He bites his lip, shaking his head. “They - when we heard the gate open my mom and I hid in our room. They - they were pounding on the door, a-and, and my mom-” He starts crying again. “My mom told me to crawl out the window. She said she’d be right behind me. Where is she, Y/n? We have to find her!”
“I know, buddy,” Y/n murmurs, squeezing him a little tighter. “I know.” She glances at Brandt again, eyebrows raised in a silent question Dean really can’t understand.
They stand there a few moments longer, silent except for Jackson’s crying, and then Y/n slowly pulls back, looking at each member of their little group in turn. “We should keep moving,” she starts to say. “We-” She cuts off, eyes widening at something behind them.
“What is it?” Dean asks, turning to follower her gaze.
It feels like his heart stops.
The horde, a massive force of at least sixty Zeeks, is moving swiftly toward them at a pace that could put marathon runners to same.
“Y/n?” Brandt calls nervously.
But Dean knows exactly what Y/n is thinking. There’s no way they can out run them.
“Jackson, come here,” Y/n orders, boosting the boy into the bed of the truck. She reaches back and pulls a pistol out of the waistband of her jeans, offering it to him wordlessly.
His eyes go wide, but he takes the gun with a steady hand.
“You know how to use it?” Y/n asks, staring at him seriously.
He nods, making a show of releasing the ammo clip, reinserting it, and sliding a bullet into the chamber.
Y/n nods. “Good. Aim for the heads, but only if they’re coming after you. I want you to stay low and stay in the truck.”
Jackson’s brow furrows. “I can help.”
She smiles sadly. “I know you can. But I want you to be safe. You’ll get your chance to fight soon, but not now. Promise me, Jackson.”
“I promise,” he says determinedly.
Y/n slams the bed of the truck closed, pressing on Jackson’s shoulder to get him to crouch. “The rest of you,” she orders, striding away from the truck. “With me.”
She leads them to one of the abandoned vehicles on the other side of the road, slinging her rifle off of her back as she moves and slamming her ammo clip into place.
“What’s the plan, Y/n?” Brandt asks, readying his own rifle.
Dean checks the rifle Y/n gave him at the start of their patrol, flicking off the safety.
“We take them down,” Y/n says. There’s a slight tremble to her voice, but her hands are steady. “There’s sixty of them, four of us. That’s fifteen kills each. Brandt, take the right side. Laurie take the left. Dean, you and I are focusing on the middle. Time your shots, make every bullet count, and whatever you do keep them away from the kid.”
They set up quickly. Brandt takes a position on the hood of the car while Laurie takes the trunk. Dean rests his rifle on the roof of the car while Y/n sticks the barrel of her gun through the back window.
“Don't fire until I say so!” she calls, eyes narrowing as she stares down the oncoming mass.
When they’re fifty feet away, Dean wants to start shooting, but he holds himself back.
At forty feet, Laurie calls nervously, “Y/n?”
“Hold it,” Y/n mutters. “A little closer.”
“Y/n, come on,” Brandt says when they’re only thirty feet out.
“Not yet,” she breathes. “Wait… Now!”
Dean starts firing, pulling the trigger over and over again with grim determination. He takes his time, keeps himself steady. Inhale, pull the trigger, exhale. With every bullet fired there’s a corpse on the ground and for a while he’s doing alright but things get trickier when it’s time to reload.
“Reloading!” Brandt shouts. “Cover me!”
“I’ve got you!” Y/n shouts back, and for half a second Dean is distracted by the beauty of her, by the quickness and sureness as she adjusts her sights and takes shot after shot, each time hitting her mark.
“Reloading!” Dean calls, following protocol.
Y/n shifts again, dislodging her clip and reloading in the blink of an eye to cover Dean’s portion of the field.
There’s movement off to Dean’s right, further to the side than anything else, and when he spares a moment to glance his breath catches in his throat.
Jackson is clambering down from the truck, narrowly avoiding the Zeeks trying to climb up after him. The kid sprints a few feet away, turning around and firing his pistol wildly, but his shots go wide.
“Jackson!” Dean shouts, trying to get the group’s attention as he fires off some covering rounds.
Y/n glances in his direction, eyes going wide with panic. “Jackson, come here!” she screams, twisting around to cover him as well.
Jackson shoots a wild glance in their direction, but instead of running toward them he backs up further, unconsciously backing himself into a corner. “Y/n!” he yells, firing the small pistol again.
Seven Zeeks have broken away from the pack and are stalking toward the boy. Dean makes a run for him but he finds himself face to face with three more of the bastards, blocking his path. As he dispatches them, he sees Y/n dart past out of the corner of his eye, but she runs into the same problem he had with four more of the monsters.
The Zeeks are coming out of the buildings now, practically bleeding from the walls, crawling up through the cracks in the pavement. Why are there so damn many?
“Jackson!” Y/n screams, and her tone is more desperate now because she knows she can’t get there in time.
Laurie comes out of nowhere, sprinting away from the truck and dodging three Zeeks who try to cut her off in her mad dash for the boy. She takes down two of the seven with a quick shot from her rifle, placing herself between the horde and the kid as she wrenches his pistol out of his hands and starts to fire.
She takes down a third, and a fourth, and a fifth, but when she fires again the gun just clicks and doesn’t fire.
Out of ammo.
As Dean watches, as Y/n tries to make another desperate sprint, one of the remaining Zeeks slams into Laurie, teeth lodging into her neck as it knocks her to the ground.
“Laurie!” Jackson screams.
“Jackson, stay down!” Y/n shouts. She covers the rest of the distance between them, shooting the Zeek still on its feet, pivoting to her left, and then shooting the one still latched onto Laurie.
“Laurie!” Jackson is screaming, on his knees next to the unmoving blonde woman. “Laurie, wake up! Wake up!”
Dean finally makes it to them, grabbing the boy’s arm to hold him back. Y/n crouches next to Laurie, pressing two fingers to the side of her neck to check for a pulse. Dean doesn’t even need the shake of her head to know. He can tell by her expression.
“Y/n!” Brandt comes running up to them. “Y/n, we have to move!”
Dean looks around. The main group of the horde has been taken down, but more are coming from out of the buildings, appearing out of thin air like ghosts.
“Back to the truck!” Y/n shouts.
“No!” Jackson screams. “Laurie! We can’t just leave her!”
“Dean, pick him up,” Y/n orders.
Dean scoops the struggling child into his arms, ignoring the small fists that pound against his back as they make a mad dash to the vehicle. He tosses the kid into the front seat next to Y/n, crawling in after him while Brandt dives into the bed of the truck and Y/n slams on the gas.
They go tearing down the road, but instead of swerving to avoid the group charging toward them, Y/n aims the vehicle for the center of the mass.
“Everyone hang on!” she shouts. Dean braces himself, sticking one arm in front of Jackson to hold the kid back and squeezing his eyes shut as they slam into the group of Zeeks.
Y/n doesn’t even flinch. If anything, she gives it more gas, making the tires squeal against the pavement. One of the Zeeks is torn in half by the force of the vehicle, and the torso lands on the hood of the car, still writing and trying to crawl its way up.
She lowers her window and, without even a second of hesitation, shoots it between the eyes, turning the car sharply to send the body flying against the pavement.
No one speaks.
She steps on the gas again, sending them racing through the city, and Dean pretends not to notice the tears streaming down her cheeks.
It’s dusk when Y/n finally stops the car, pulling the truck into a clearing off the side of the road.
“We’ll camp here,” she says, nodding in approval at the surrounding trees. “No fire. I don’t think they’ll have followed us this far, but it’s better to be safe. In the morning we’ll keep moving.”
“Where are we going?” Dean asks, hopping out of the truck.
“There were always rumors in the compound that there’s a city twenty miles to the south. We never went to look. We had a decent set up and it wasn’t worth the gas. But if it’s out there, we’re going to find it.” She looks back into the truck, staring hard at Jackson who sits silently staring at his hands. “Jackson,” she murmurs. “Hey, Jackson.” She waits until he looks up at her before extending her hand. “Come on, buddy.”
He takes her hand and lets her guide him down from the truck, shoulders hunched against the chill in the air and the sadness weighing him down.
Y/n gives everyone some water, two bottles split between the four of them, and a granola bar. They clean weapons quickly, but leave the guns assembled. She uses the blankets in the back of the truck to make a place for Jackson to sleep, wrapping the child up snugly and sitting next to him leaning up against a tree.
“I’ll take first watch,” she says as he puts his head in her lap and closes his eyes. “Everyone get some rest. I’ll wake you up in three hours, Brandt.”
The other man nods, retreating to a spot a few feet away and curling up on the ground.
Dean hesitates for only a moment before sitting down next to Y/n, leaning up against the tree. She doesn’t say anything. Instead she just sits there, calmly, quietly, smoothing her hand over Jackson’s hair repeatedly.
Dean watches the movement. It makes his eyes feel heavy, and it isn’t long before he’s closing them and drifting off.
He wakes with a start an hour later, sitting up stiffly as he takes in his surroundings before breathing out a sigh of relief and relaxing.
“You alright?” Y/n murmurs quietly.
Dean glances at her. She’s little more than a silhouette in the darkness now. Jackson is still sound asleep in her lap, one hand clutching at her leg. Dean’s gaze travels slowly up to her eyes and he sees that she is scanning the area repeatedly, unceasingly, always on her guard.
“Weird dream,” he mutters, shifting a little. “How long was I out?”
“About an hour,” she replies. “Not long. You can keep sleeping if you want. I’ve still got two hours left on my watch.”
“I’m good.” He looks down at his hands, scraping some dried blood off of the back of one. “Are you okay?” he finally asks after a long silence.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” The words fall from her lips effortlessly, like they’ve been rehearsed, like she says them every day.
“You really need me to tell you that?”
Her gaze flicks to him for a heartbeat, but she quickly looks away. “I just lost fifty eight people. Why the hell would I be okay?”
He nods slowly, trying to think of something to say. “It’s not your fault, you know,” he says. “No one could’ve guessed what would happen.”
“I was their leader,” she whispers, and he hates how broken she sounds. “It’s my fucking job to know.”
“It wasn’t your fault.” He shakes his head. “But it still feels like it is. I know. I’ve been in your shoes before.”
Dean nods. “I’ve lost a lot of people in my lifetime, Y/n. Most of my family among them. I spent a lot of time thinking it was all my fault. It wasn’t, and I realize that now, but at the time…” He trails off. “Look. I know right now it feels like you fucked up. But one day you’ll realize there was nothing you could’ve done. I know it doesn’t help, but it’s something.”
She doesn’t respond for so long that Dean wonders if she’s fallen asleep. But then she says, “I believe you, you know.”
“The monsters. The angel. All of it.”
He looks at her again, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. “Really?”
She nods. “Figure it can’t be much crazier than the way things are now, right? And I want you to know that I’m going to try to help you. I’ll help you figure out whatever the hell this lesson is and how to get you back to your own time.”
He nudges her arm. “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.”
“Is there anywhere to take a piss around here?” Dean asks.
She nods. “Pick a tree, I guess. You can move away from the camp, if you want, but try to stay within shouting distance.”
“I’ll be back soon.”
Dean travels about fifteen feet away, far enough that he can’t see Y/n anymore, before he relieves himself. He thinks about the lesson. Truthfully, he’d almost forgotten about it until Y/n brought it up. He wonders what the hell he’s supposed to be learning. It’s the freaking apocalypse. Not much to know except don’t make friends.
Don’t care about people if you aren’t prepared to lose them.
Part of him wonders if he’ll ever learn his lesson. It’s been four days. It shouldn’t be taking this long, he shouldn’t still be stuck here. What if he doesn’t? What if he never figures it out and he’s stuck running from Zeeks for the rest of his life?
Although, he can think of worse things than spending his days with Y/n.
Dean freezes when he hears the metallic scrape of a bullet sliding into the chamber. When he turns, he finds himself staring down the barrel of Brandt’s gun.