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[milky-waayy]

i’m on to you

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Hunting Filth

A candymare tale

Warning this story will contain troubling and suggestive themes readers discretion is advised

The bell rang as the sun shines on the church giving it a morning glow , a priest steps out into the sun lute glory. His clothes showed his status of a stallion of age yet was positioned high in gods rank or so he believed. His daily life was that of spreading gospels and prayers blessings and well wishes amongst the flock , he was adored and praised for what he had done . Many wondered were the nun that occupied him had gone but the priests words calm their worries telling them that she was unwell with a sickness that has yet to be purified by his hoof .

Many believed and trusted his words to the point of saying his voice and words was that of god , the image of wisdom and perfection . However under the surface many didn’t know of the priests hidden hunger for the forbidden . It was at dusk that this hunger started to rise when he spotted a crying colt . No more then 6 he was calling out , a orphan here as if it was left for him. As he got closer to the child his eyes were predatory in their gaze , however as he drew near the most her and father found him. The priest calmed himself as the parents thanked the priest he gave the radiant look , however behind that radiant mask was a angry predator cursing them.

Heading back to his house of god he noticed something more like another , a pink little filly curled up she had a red and black mane . As he got closer the child smelled sweet like candy , the priest s eyes again went predatory thinking that this was god giving him a sweet treat of the forbidden fruit . Going closer he gently tapped her and gave a warm smile to hide his hunger “ hello my child are you lost please come to my church we hav others lost like yourself. We will feed and take care of you god loves all his children and we will love you to.” He spoke .

Without saying a word the little one followed him as the hungry pony of god was nearly drooling over this sweet treat . He served her food or tomato soup with grape juice , as she ate he noticed that she was ravenous smiling to himself thinking he was akin to her . But when she drank the offered juice she slowly lowered her head and closed her eyes. The holy man has done this many times and without fail almost like a dance . He picked up the sleeping child and carried her down to his hidden lair , it was something of the second level of hell . A den of lustful men who did bad things and robbed the innocence , however he wasn’t alone . No he had an audience in his lair as he kept them alive and fed in case he needed to feed his hunger . Two cages one contained those he robbed of their innocences both colt and filly whimpering scared though not malnourished but deeply robbed of any joy or happiness . The other a nun trying desperately and shouting curses at the man , he chuckled thinking he was a pony of god and what he did was gods will .

Strapping down the filly to the bed he turned around and donned a garment that was both obscene and insulted his teachings . He was not done with his preparation s for he grabbed a book and a holy water and started blessing toys to help him pick and peel in his eyes . After he finished as was ready he turned to his fruit ready to bless her with his rod and seed , only to see the fruit had escape the tree . Smiling he did enjoy the game and started looking for her saying sweet words “come child im going to give you gods love it’s like no other you’ll feel full inside “ there in the corner in the room he saw her cowering and whimpering . As he got closer something was wrong , the sound of bone snapping and flesh tearing as the once innocent fruit started to grow into a large monster creature . Grabbing his book and holy water he was going to defend the house of god and with the high and mighty father on his side he would banish this monster .

She did this many times the innocent look always got them , the cries and the pains of the others she could hear it . It took her some time but she arrived when she saw the church it was coated in a sickness that even hell would vomit . Oh she was angry and wanted to make a mess of things but remembered her promise to her friend spoony to do the right thing. So she waited and the fly took the bait , she heard the lies he spouted but all she heard was what flies eat. The soup was delicious and nearly gave up her predatory nature , surprised the soup was yummy she drank what he offered. There she tasted his liars poison and smirked before pretending to fall asleep . When he carried her she could tell where they were , for the box that was the church she felt nothing not even safety for it was empty of anything not even gods love . When they reached his lair the air both empowered and sickened her , for she was born of darkness hate blood and death. To be reminded of your rebirth is a bitter sweet candy to swallow , and now the masks lifted she didn’t have to hide who and what she was.

It felt so good to strech and let go all her pent up anger and need was about to be fulfilled , her swirl eyes noticed he grabbed the vial and book. As he spouted words at her labeling her of what she was she couldn’t help but giggle “that’s right I am but I’m more honest of nature then you are .” He kept spewing words of accusations as if the words had any power over her . Though letting the pride speak and think of themselves powerful is the greatest joke . After his rant he spewed words from the book he held as a shield and the holy water as a weapon. He shouted the words throwing the water though she recoiled back she couldn’t help but give a wide grin . He continued to spew his holy words expecting to see light but all candy saw was the same old filth and shit.

To her surprised she backed him to the nun cage and his captor held him captive , however when she spewed words and curses it looked like fire the same fire that fueled her rebirth from the same type of filth . Her tendril wrapped and coiled around the priest that the nun didn’t want to let go, she screamed and shouted toward her and candy gave her a glance of understanding but to know her place . The nun understood and stopped , the priest started praying , candy smirked and looked around “You pray? And dose he answer? “The priest shouts he is in all his houses , of course candy laughed it was disoriented as the mouthed all over her body laughed and giggled before stopping “ No , no god is not here because god can’t touch filth like this , filth like this place you call home create only monsters like you . “

However to mock him candy smiled and put her claws together and bowed her head and spoke in a sweet innocent voice .” Dear god i a monster of destruction and he’ll humbly ask if you give me the power to find the keys to free the innocence from this lair of filth “ she would ripe the cages apart but something happened that even startled her . A shelf fell and dropped the keys to the cages , her blue swirl eyes looked at the keys and picked them up with her tendril. Unlocking both cages , the nun rushed over to hug and comfort the little ones , they eyed candy weary of what was going to happen if she was going to go after them next.”God wanted me to open your cages so that means god wants you free and safe.”

The nun gave a soft smile of hope but then looked at the monster who wore the cloak of god . Candy notice this and smiled “Don’t worry please take them outside what I’m going to do is only meant for monsters eyes .” The nun nodded some of the children wanted to watch as if they wanted to see the monster that hurt them suffer but the nun ushered them out . Once the eyes of the innocent were gone candy looked at the stallion his face looked frightened and defeated . He spoke saying he did gods work and that everything he did god instructed him to . That he was holy and what he did was purifying , candy smiled and spoke “You didn’t do gods work you did your own, you wanna know why god answered my prayers and not yours? I took many lives both innocent and sinful , yet I repaid it and gave them back I took away . Monsters and demons like me are created by filth like you. God lives everyone including monsters and demons because we can change and we know his work. Filth like you who use his name for your sick hunger and desires , you make him sick and abandon you like the filth you are.”

The priest soon realized that he was filth and there was no going back no redemption. Candy heard his pleas of killing him, but to candy it was more filth just filth after filth. “No I’m going to give the one thing you don’t wanna have right now immortality in the worst way” she pulled his limbs off one by one , as blood gush and spurted from the stumps she used the fire of the torch’s to stop the bleeding . Placing him on the bed her sharp candy claw pierced his chest and impaled his heart as candy turned it into a candy heart . Stopping just barely not turning him into a candy ghoul because she did not want to be connected to filth like him.

The priest gasping panting struggling spoke “What did you do to me !?” Candy looked at him” I made you immortal you don’t need to eat , sleep, or even drink. Not even go to the bathroom you’ll lay there on the bed of the innocence you broken and lied to , while everyday your followers will come here to judge you and see you for the filth you are. I’m not without mercy if they forgive you for what you have done I’ll come back and kill you quick.” She lied and left as she could hear him shouting yelling , as she walked her body slowly morphed into a mare .

Outside the nun and the children waited for her candy spoke “Let them know what he has done and show them if he earns the whole town’s forgiveness I’ll end his suffering , let generations know and show them for he is now immortal. He has his hell on earth on the filth he made .” The nun nodded but the children rushed over to candy and started nuzzling and hugging her thanking her . Candy looked confused “I’m a monster why do they hug me ?” The nun chuckled “ Sometimes gods create monsters to protect us from the worst kind of monsters “ candy smiled and nuzzles the little ones back the nun asked if she would stay .”I can’t there more filthy ponies out there but I’ll visit please give them a good life and let them not end up like a monster like me “the nun confused but nodded . As candy left that village she could hear something , the screams of pain and the smell of blood . Her swirl eyes and body moved in that direction to hunt more filthy ponies .

I don’t own candymare she is a character created by @knackerman all created for her creation goes to him.

[sleepysnk]

Hello can I request a Porco x fem reader Modern Au where they are in high school and Porcos like the bad boy football kind of guy and reader is just sweet and an adorable angel but they are good friends and Porco has a huge crush on reader but won’t admit it and their friends try to get them together but one day someone’s flirting with reader and she’s really shy and uncomfortable with it and Porc comes to the rescue and ends up confessing and they end up together

omg i literally LOVE this request 🥺 this was super fun to write and i hope you enjoy! thank you for requesting love ♡, Porco is definitely one of my favorites to write 💗!

What If I Told You I Love You?

Pairings: Porco Galliard x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

Porco sat at the lunch table with his friends, the voices of his friends and other students filling his ears. The crowded lunchroom didn't distract him from what he was staring at, nothing could distract Porco from watching (Y/N), one of his closest friends.

He had met (Y/N) in middle school, she was being picked on by one of the rude popular girls and he came to rescue. He defended her that day and ever since then the two had been attached to the hip; he never left her side, and he even brought out a side of her that nobody else even knew existed. She was such a sweet girl, she had a heart of pure gold and Porco found that to be one of the many reasons he stuck around her.

Now being juniors in high school, things didn't really change. Porco was on the football team and (Y/N) was more into her studies; she was always doing her own thing. Even if her and Porco weren't as close as they used to be, they still talked on a daily basis.

Being friends with her for so long was something Porco cherished, he always cared for her no matter where he went. She would always clean him up after a football game or if he got into a scuffle with a guy, she was always there to help him, even if Marcel didn't ask her to.

While being friends Porco began to feel something more than just a friendship with her. He would always find himself being annoyed when a guy came around, or when she would mention a guy, he'd roll his eyes.

He fell for her, hard.

But he was too scared to ever go and admit it, fearing loosing her and the friendship they shared for years.

Here he was, clenching his jaw at the sight of a guy talking to her. The blonde was talking to her and they seemed to be having a conversation, considering how she kept giggling at his jokes and the way she would smile whenever the guy told her something.

It irked Porco so badly.

"Pock, you're staring again!"

His gaze ripped away from the sight before him to look at Pieck. She was nodding her head.

He scoffed, "Yeah whatever... that guy is clearly someone that looks like trouble," he said before crossing his arms.

Pieck giggled, "That's just Armin Arlert! He's a nerd and he would never go for (Y/N). He's a shy guy Porco," she said.

He rolled his eyes, how did she know that?

"Come on Porco you can't keep hiding it forever! You've liked her for so long, eventually you're gonna have to come clean." Colt said, shrugging his shoulders.

A blush crept onto his face thinking about her. It was something only (Y/N) could do to him. "It's fine! I'll do it eventually, I just need more time." he said.

"You said that four months ago, we've all heard that excuse!" Marcel replied, looking at his brother with annoyance. Marcel was the first one to know about his crush on (Y/N), he encouraged him to tell her, but Porco was too stubborn to admit it.

He fixed his jacket, "Just shut it! I'll do it when I want to.." he mumbled.

"Well she's coming this way," Pieck said.

Porco's head snapped up to see (Y/N) walking over to his table, she waved at him before stopping at the edge of the table. "Hey Porco.. I was wondering if you could walk me to the library?" she asked, smiling a bit.

He blinked for a moment, she always had a pretty smile. It could cure diseases, "Y-Yeah! Totally! I'm down," he replied. "I'll be back guys."

Marcel and Pieck exchanged looks as the two left the table. "He's such a stubborn ass.." Marcel mumbled.

(Y/N) and Porco made their way up the stairs, the library wasn't a far walk. She'd often find herself there during lunch to study for exams or tests she had coming up, Porco would always call her a nerd, jokingly of course.

"So, how's football been going? I know you almost got into a fight the other day with the rival team," (Y/N) asked, nodding her head.

Porco looked down at her, "What? You know about that? Ugh it was nothing (Y/N), but football has been fine. How are your classes?" he replied, rubbing the back of his neck. (Y/N) disliked the many fights he got into, sometimes she'd be the one breaking it up.

She giggled, "People talk Porco, even if I'm shy and quiet I always hear others talking. My studies have been okay.. I'm just a little stressed is all," she said.

Porco stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets, he saw a few students passing by seeming to be ditching. "Porco! Ooo! I see you with her!"

(Y/N)'s cheeks suddenly grew hot at the comment, Porco rolled his eyes annoyed with the boys in front of him. "Mind your own business," he mumbled before opening the doors to the hallway.

"What were they trying to say, Porco? I hope they weren't making fun of me.." she said, looking at the floor.

Porco furrowed his brows, "Oh! No, no! They do that sometimes.. that's all," he replied trying to reassure her.

The last thing Porco would ever want is someone picking on or making fun of (Y/N). She isn't exactly the type to stand up for herself, she's a quieter student and she's always been a nicer girl. She never talked back, always got assignments done, never got into trouble, she was overall an innocent girl.

That's why people found her friendship with Porco to be an odd pair. He was a jock, a bad boy, he got into trouble before, he was surprised (Y/N) even stuck around to be his friend.

'Opposites attract' as Pieck would say.

"Well we're here.. thank you by the way for walking me here. I kind of miss talking to you all the time," she said, her eyes avoiding him.

He chuckled a bit, "Yeah, yeah me too.. but I'm always here when you need me (Y/N). I'll always be your friend," he replied, putting his hand onto her shoulder.

"Could you maybe drive me home tonight? I have a club meeting after school and I don't think I have a ride back.." she said, nodding her head.

Porco shook his head, "Of course! I have practice until five, so it works out perfectly."

She smiled, "That sounds great! Thank you Pock," she said before hugging him.

His cheeks dusted pink from her touch, his arms going around her. "Yeah! Don't mention it," he replied with a smile.

She broke the hug, "See you later!" she waved before entering the library.

Porco stood there for a moment, his mind totally lost in what just happened. God did he yearn for her touch, her touch was almost intoxicating. She always smelled good too, like a vanilla and fresh baked cookies, it was one of the many reasons Porco loved being around her. Her aura always lit up his life.

If only he could just confess.

-

Practice ended fairly quickly that day, Porco was pretty exhausted. His muscles were sore from working out and all he wanted to do was go home to rest.

"I'll see you tomorrow Porco," Reiner said, patting his shoulder.

He looked up from his phone, "Yeah! See you, Reiner." he replied before walking down the hall.

His mind began to wander to where (Y/N) was. She told him her club meeting was over and she was waiting on him; maybe she was at her locker? He decided to send her a text and walk around for a bit, even though it wasn't exactly allowed.

He turned the corner and was met with an unexpected sight. There was (Y/N)... but there was a guy next to her, more specifically, Eren Jaeger. He played soccer and Porco hated him with every inch of his body, he was a stubborn asshole who got away with everything.

Porco listened in to the conversation, curious as to what was going on. Did they know each other?

"(Y/N) you're really pretty.. we need to go out sometime," Eren said, taking a piece of her hair and playing with it.

She didn't know what to say nor do, Eren had this grin on his face which made her nervous. "U-Um.. Eren I don't know.. w-we don't really know each other," she replied.

"Please? You're so sweet and cute, I just wanna treat you to something," he said, a pout visible on his features.

She avoided his gaze, she didn't know what to say or do. Eren clearly wasn't giving this up and she couldn't exactly walk away, it was Eren Jaeger for Christ's sake.

"Eren I-I.. um.." she mumbled.

His brows furrowed, "Come on (Y/N)! What? Do you think I'm going to do something? Pretty girls like you deserve the best," he smirked.

Her face clearly showed discomfort, Porco clenched his jaw watching the situation unfold. That's when he began walking forward.

"Hey (Y/N)."

She turned and looked at Porco making his way over, relief washing over her. "Hey Porco," she said with a smile.

Eren narrowed his eyes, "Sup Porco.." he said, looking at him with annoyance.

(Y/N) walked over to Porco leaving Eren by her locker.

"Sup Eren? I didn't know you two talked but uh.. we gotta get going. I'm driving (Y/N) home," Porco said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Eren clicked his tongue, "I see.. well my offer still stands (Y/N), see you later."

The two watched the way Eren walked down the hall and disappeared behind the doors.

(Y/N) let out a sigh of relief, "Thank you for that.. I didn't know what else to do to turn him away," she said.

Porco smiled, "Yeah! Don't worry about it, we should get going before he comes back," he chuckled.

She laughed and began to follow him down towards the exit of the school. It was dark out, it was October and the wind blew around the leaves on the ground; a few crunched under their feet. The air smelled crisp and fresh, just the way she liked it.

Getting into his car, (Y/N) noticed the way Porco was acting. He seemed more nervous and his body language seemed off.

"Pock?" she asked. "Is everything okay?"

His honey eyes peered over towards her, "Huh? Oh, yeah! I'm good. Why?" he replied.

She chewed the inside of her cheek, "You just seem a little off, are you sure?" she didn't necessarily believe what he had to say. She knew Porco like the back of her hand and she could tell when he wasn't telling the truth.

A sigh escaped his mouth, "If I tell you what's up will you be upset?" he asked.

She could see the seriousness in his eyes, "No of course not! Porco have I ever judged you?" she asked as her fingers brushed against his arm.

Sparks danced along his arm from her touch, it made his mind cloudy. "W-Well.. I'll explain the best I can," he said shifting around in his seat.

She nodded, "Go on.."

Porco's heartbeat began to pick up, he could feel it against his chest and his cheeks began to grow pink. This was it, he was about to confess.

"(Y/N).. we've been friends for awhile, and I enjoy hanging and talking with you; you never fail to make me smile and you impress me everyday with the things you do. What I'm trying to say is.. I like you. I like you more than just a friend and I want to be yours," he replied. "I know you don't feel the same.. but I really do like you (Y/N)."

It was silent for a few moments, Porco felt the worst coming for him. He knew she didn't feel the same, and he was okay with that.

"Porco.. that's really sweet of you," she said with a smile.

Her fingers ghosted over his hand which was on his lap, his heart quickening at the feeling of her skin touching his.

"I-I understand if it's weird... we don't have to be-"

"Porco no, no! I-.. I feel the same way about you. I like you too," she said, her voice coming out a bit quieter. Her cheeks now hot and embarrassment rushing onto her.

Porco's eyes grew wide after hearing her words, he wasn't exactly sure if she was bluffing or lying, but he knew she would never lie. That was something (Y/N) would never do to Porco.

"Y-You..? You like m-me back?" he asked.

She smiled feeling bashful, "Of course! You've always been nice compared to other guys... and I couldn't ask for someone better."

He opened his mouth to say something but he remained silent, taking in all the information.

"Hey.." she said, turning his face to look at her. "I want to be yours.. I trust you Porco and I like you so much."

He cupped her cheek, running his thumb along her skin. "I want you to be mine.." he said, looking into her hues.

Her fingers wrapped around his wrist, her eyes staring back into his honey ones. Porco leaned in and placed his lips onto hers, the kiss made sparks flow along his body. Her hands went to the skin underneath his jaw, tilting his chin up a bit.

A smile appeared on his lips as he pulled away to see her bashful face. "Let me make you mine, please, be my girlfriend (Y/N)." he said, taking her hand into his. He rubbed circles into her knuckles.

She looked away feeling her cheeks growing hot again, "Yes, yes of course Porco," she said, smiling at him.

He chuckled a bit, his heart swelling and his mind in a frenzy realizing what just happened. She actually liked him back, (Y/N) was now his and he was going to make the best of being her boyfriend.

"Porco.. we need to head to my house," she said, breaking him out of his trance.

He shook his head, "Oh! Yeah right.. my bad, you're just so amazing and I can't believe you're really mine now," he said, kissing her hand.

She giggled, "I'm glad I have you as my boyfriend.. you're all I ever wanted," she replied.

He turned his car on, "I could say the same to you."

The drive to her house was fun, the two talked about when their feelings developed and things they wanted to do together now being a couple. Porco felt as if a weight was lifted off his chest and he couldn't be happier, he couldn't wait to tell Marcel and the others.

He slowed the car in front of her house, "Well.. we're here," he said, looking at her.

She grabbed her backpack, "Thank you for the ride.. and thank you for being honest about your feelings. I'm glad," she said.

Porco rubbed the back of his neck, "It was nothing.. I'm glad you were honest too. I can't wait to show you what I've been wanting to do for so long," he replied.

She looked down feeling bashful again, "I can't wait to see that.." she smiled.

She leaned in and pressed a kiss onto his cheek which made his cheeks grow pink. "See you tomorrow," she said before exiting the car.

He smiled as he watched her head into her house, (Y/N) was now his girlfriend and he couldn't believe how well tonight played out. He was excited to start a new chapter, with her.

[mys2425]

Attention

Aaron Hotchner

Plot: On a nice night out with the BAU girls you confess your huge crush on your Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner the girls give you some pointer and you take them. The question is if he would notice.

“I just don’t understand what I’m doing wrong. I try to flirt and talk to him but he doesn’t seem to notice or even be interested.” I told the girls as I took my 5th shots for the night.

“Y/N I think he doesn’t notice your flirting because you flirt with everyone.” JJ said point out the obvious.

“And I’m sorry but if I was a strict old man I would want to be in a relationship with someone who doesn’t shows up late and still wears jeans and a tee to work.” Emily said look down at the outfit that I was wearing. Surely she was right. I'm wearing an oversize band tee with skinny jeans.

“Just because I dress like this doesn’t mean I’m immature or if I’m late doesn’t mean I don’t care about my job.” I said defending myself from the girls knowing what they are saying isn’t to make me feel bad but to just let me know.

“Yes Baby girl but he doesn’t know that he is so strict and old.” Penelope said, trying not to laugh.

“He's not old he’s.. Okay maybe he’s old but a good old.” I said defending the man that I’m so in love with.

“Well I hit shot number five and should be going home.” I said calling an uber to take me home. When I reached my home I walked straight into my walk-in closet filled with professional clothes that I never wore seeing they were a gift from my parents who almost always want me to dress appropriately to make them look good. I guess I dressed the way I do  because I knew it pissed my mom off that I would go on cases with just jeans and a tee shirt. I pick out my outfit and nice silk blouse with a nice pencil skirt and blazer to match. After doing my skin care and washing my hair I fell asleep as soon as my head hit my pillow.

I wake up to my alarm going off at 6am I just in the shower making sure to clean myself up really nice I change into my outfit and drive downtown to my favorite coffee shop before I head to the FBI headquarters.

“Hello Alex the usual but instead of a donut could you give me chocolate muffin.” I saw pulling out my card.

“Y/N is that you. Omg you look so different but like a good different omg your hair is so cute in that hairstyle.” The young girl told me referring to my slink back messy bun that has loose curls sprouting out at random places.  

“Thanks Alex I’m trying something different. How do I say it… more professional.” I said taking my coffee and muffin from the girl smiling back at me. I drive through the FBI security gate feeling butterflies in my stomach as I park. Scared that Aaron still won’t like me. I make my way up to the 6 floor 20 minutes before I’m actually supposed to start. As I walk top my desk I see Hotch’s office lights are still off. 20 minutes pass of me just finishing breakfast and reading  today's newspaper. When I finish reading I hear whispering behind me.

“Did we enter the twilight zone or is Y/N actually on time and dressed like a professional.” Morgan said as I turned around.

“No, you have not entered the twilight zone but I think I did.” I said looking down at my outfit laughing at how I look. I mean I feel sexy and in control but I’m also wearing this for the wrong reasons. I’m not wearing it because I want to, I'm wearing it to get my crush's attention.

“Hello you guys we have a case but it's a local case. Meet in the conference room in 5.” Hotch said not even looking at me. What. He just walked past me. I get up and walk to the bathroom. I stare in the mirror soon regaining my confidence. I look like a bad bitch it’s not my fault if he doesn’t notice me . I walk out and to the conference room.

“JJ have you called Y/N telling her we have a case.” He says it like it’s a ritual.

“Actually sir I already know.” I said sitting next to Prentiss fighting to look down at the floor.  

“Oh good.” That’s all he has to say WTF is wrong with this man. We finish talking about the case when Hotch calles out assignments. “JJ and Rossi go to the coroner's office for victimology, Prentiss and Morgan go to the latest crime scene, Y/N and Reid come with me to the police station to ask more questions about the earlier case.” I shake my head and slowly start to pack up. Hotch and I are the only ones left in the room.

“Y/N Nice look.” he said before walking towards his office leaving me in the room filled with mixed emotions. I can’t keep up with this. I mean I need a man who loves me and sees me all the time. After we reach the station and ask the question the team is a round the table trying to build a profile .

“Spence want some more coffee?” I whispered he nods and I got up to try and find the coffee machine when a fine ass cop came to help me.

“Look for something, love.” He said with a southern accent.

“Yes I’m actually in need of coffee but don’t know where I can find it.” I chuckle at him trying to read the name on his uniform.

“Well Ms.Y/N I’m Officer Colt and I would love to show such a lovely lady like yourself to the coffee machine.” He said placing a hand on my back to direct me to the coffee machine while this happened I didn’t notice that I had someone looking at me. Finally getting to the coffee machine I decided to flirt a little with Officer Colt for fun.

------ Hotch POV------

I could help but stare at her. She was different today. And it wasn’t just her clothes but her attitude. I've been waiting all day for one of her flirtatious comments but nothing. I truly couldn’t help when she started to talk to the officer. I could feel my blood boil when he placed his hand on her lower back. And she just allowed it to happen like she doesn’t know that I love her. How I love that she causes butterflies in my stomach. How her curly hair is always dripping when we meet early in the morning and she doesn’t have time to dry her hair. Or how Jack eyes light up when I tell him Y/n coming over for game night. She is truly amazing but she's out of my league. She is young and beautiful and doesn’t know that I love her. I guess I was staring at her talking to the officer for a while because Prentiss said something that made me do a double take.

“You know she likes you.” She said, causing Morgan, Ried , Rossi and myself to look at her confused.

“Yeah, She changed the way she dressed hoping she would look mature enough to catch your attention but I guess she caught someone else's attention now.” She said just shrugging it off like nothing. I could help but look back up at Y/N.

“Go get her before she goes off the market.” Rossi whispered in my ear which is what I need exactly as I jump up and walk over to Y/N.

-------Y/N--------

“Anyways me and my boyfriend always like a nice lady who looks good in a designer outfit.” Officer Colt said I knew there was something I liked about Him.

“Well you have my mother to thank for me looking this good. She insists on sending a new outfit every month. I said laughing.

“Omg that’s amazing could we switch moms.” He said laughing causing his hand to land on my arm as a voice speaks to us.

“Sorry to interrupt but I was wondering if I could talk to Agent Y/l/n” he said looking at Officer Colt “Alone.” With that Officer Colt hugged me goodbye and walked always.

“Omg Officer Colt is Amazing I really…” before I could finish Hotch interrupted me.

“Agent Y/l/n I mean Y/n I want you to know that I really like you and I want I mean if you would want to maybe we could go to dinner like on a da-date.” He said trying to look everywhere but at me.

“Ummmm Wow umm omg umm Yeah I would love to.” I answer even though my heart is about to burst out of my chest.

“But if you don’t mind I’m going to go get Officer Colt's number before we give the profile.” I said walking away but quickly getting pulled back.

“Agent I just asked you on a date. Do you need me to confess my love for you for you to not walk over there and get his number.” Hotch said looking straight into my eyes.

“Hotch Office Colt is gay. I was going to get his number so we could exchange old wardrobes.” I said looking down trying not to show how much I like jealous Hotch.

“OOOOh Agent I’m so sorry and yeah go I’m we’ll present the profile in a few seconds.” He said letting go of my arm.

“But if you act like that when a gay man talks to me I wonder how sexy you look when I talk to a straight man.” I said, sending him a wink as I walked away. Leaving him smirking at my comment.

[omgjasminesimone]

Juvenile Delinquents Part 2

Previous Part: Part 1

Next Part: Part 3

Author’s Note: I just moved, and I currently have no internet, which seems like the perfect time to work on my many unfinished fanfics! So this is unedited because I had to go to the library to post and it closes soon, but hope you guys enjoy!

Word Count: 3600

“Sanchez, you’re up.” A guard calls out gruffly. Logan nods, appreciatively taking the payphone offered. Logan tries to remember the number he’s supposed to call in this situation. He’s not calling the shop. Right now, the police currently have nothing definitively tying him to the Mercy Park Crew, and nothing trying the Mercy Park Crew to the unassuming Kaneko autobody shop located in South LA. So, this is a situation for Kaneko’s burner cell phone.

Logan tentatively dials in the numbers, not quite remembering if the last digit was a 6 or an 8. He really hopes he’s not blowing his one phone call.

The phone rings several times, before an unfamiliar voice picks up.

“Hello?” The voice calls impatiently.

“Umm… is this T. K’s phone?” Logan asks, knowing this conversation is no doubt being recorded.

“Who wants to know?” The voice is suspicious.

“Logan.” He replies, narrowing his eyes as he leans against the wall, trying to turn away from the other inmates in line for the phone listening in.

“Oh, Pop’s former protégé.” The voice mocks. “Thanks for getting yourself locked up. Opened up a spot for me.”

“Colt.” Logan growls. He’s never met Kaneko’s son, but from what he’s heard from the crew that must be who he’s talking to.

“What’s up Logan. How’s juvie?” Colt returns.

“That’s enough Colt.” Logan hears Kaneko admonish his son in the background. There’s a slight shuffle as the phone is handed over. “Logan, what did they book you on?” Kaneko asks.

“Public endangerment. Speeding. I’m looking at three to four months.” Logan had been surprised at the leniency of his sentence. But as his public defender explained, he wasn’t driving the stolen car. The police couldn’t prove he was actually in the Mercy Park Crew, not beyond a reasonable doubt. So, they could only charge him with what they knew he was guilty of.

“Glad to hear it. I knew the juvenile courts would be lenient.” Kaneko responds.

Logan absently tugs on the phone cord. “So, what happens when I get out? Can I come back?” Logan asks worriedly.

“Of course, Logan. I’m not one to abandon someone who’s loyal to me.” Kaneko insists.

“What about Colt?” Logan questions. For someone who doesn’t abandon those that are loyal, Kaneko sure seems to have replaced him pretty quickly.

“Colt is finishing out his senior year here, after being expelled from his high school in Texas, but he’ll be heading to college by the time you are released. Your place is secure.” Kaneko reassures.

Logan doesn’t 100% believe Kaneko, but he’s currently in no position to question anything he’s told. “Did you guys get my car?” He asks, treading back to lighter waters.

Kaneko chuckles. “We did. X picked it up, and Toby has already started on the repairs.”

Logan lets out a sigh of relief. He was more worried about his precious Devore GT than his own injuries. He’s been in jail overnight, and the bleeding has mostly stopped. But he still has a bandage wrapped around his forehead.

“Sanchez, times up.” The guard warns.

“I’ve gotta go. See you in a couple of months.” Logan hangs up as the guard shuffles him into the waiting line for transfer. He’s headed to the juvenile facility today, processing now complete.    

He’s shuffled onto a bus with several other juvenile delinquents. They already seem to be jockeying for position, trying to prove themselves the biggest, the toughest as they shove and fight for seats at the back of the bus. Logan ignores them, taking a seat up front as the guards try to call for order.

A fist is thrown in back, and the guards rush back to break up the fight as the teenage boys yell out and egg the combatants on. Logan leans back in his seat, eyes closed. This is going to be a long couple of months.

When they arrive at the juvenile facility located fairly far inland an hour later, the boys are taken to an orientation of sorts. The guards force Logan and the others to strip as they check them for weapons. It’s dehumanizing, but Logan has had worse experiences. Like when one of the girls in the group home got lice, and then the administrator cut all their hair short, threw away all their pillows and bedding, and made them all submit to lice inspections.

Logan is given a grey sweatshirt, a grey t shirt, and unflattering grey sweatpants. But he tells himself at least it’s not orange as he tries to focus on the bright side. Once they’re all dressed in their grey jumpsuits, they’re forced into a single file line as they head toward the dormitory portion of the facility.

Logan is surprised to see a line of girls being walked past them to a neighboring dormitory. One of the young female guards seems to note his surprise. “Budget cuts. Weren’t enough girls to justify a separate facility, so they just tossed them in here. As if our jobs weren’t hard enough.” She grumbles. “Alright inmates, keep moving!” She shouts once the girls have passed by.

They’re assigned to their rooms. Logan’s roommate is a boy named Gabriel Hernandez. Gabriel asks if he plans to join the Latin King gang, and Logan emphatically says no. Gabriel stresses that Logan will need the protection, but Logan says he’ll take his chances.

…

Part of being in juvenile detention means that they’re all forced to go to class, something most of them probably don’t do on the outside. The teacher is a volunteer, and although she obviously means well, she’s clearly ill equipped to deal with juvenile delinquents. Most of the class spends the time sleeping, while the few who are awake are disruptive and make it almost impossible to learn anything.

Despite the setbacks, Logan tries to work through the handouts diligently without instruction. If he has to be here, he might as well do something productive. Maybe he can even test for his GED.

…

It’s a full week before Logan earns yard time for his good behavior. He has been good, keeping to himself, going to class, doing his work, reading to pass the long hours locked in his cell. It’s already starting to get monotonous though, and Logan is itching for a break in the routine.

He’s walking the track when Eleanor jogs up to him. She’s also dressed in the facility issued grey jumpsuit, but she’s rolled up the sweatpants at her waist, making the fit more flattering. She’s tied the t-shirt, exposing her midriff in a way that’s very distracting for a teenage boy who’s been surrounded by nothing but other teenage boys for the last week.

She smiles at him. “Logan, we meet again.”

“Eleanor.” He returns, and her nose wrinkles.

“No one calls me Eleanor except my Dad when he’s mad at me. Which is most of the time now-a-days.” She lets out a short laugh, and he feels the corner of his lips curving into a smile. It’s been a while since he heard anyone laugh, let alone anyone with a laugh as melodious as her’s. “My friends call me Ellie.” She informs him.

“Are we friends?” He questions as she falls into step with him, making slow progress along the track.

She smirks at him. “I have a feeling we’re going to be. Besides, you definitely need someone to show you the ropes around here.”

“And you’re a veteran, right?” He asks.

Ellie smirks. “Tour number 3. First time, I just got a week for shoplifting. Which I think normally wouldn’t have even gotten time, but my Dad was trying to scare me.” Ellie rolls her eyes. “The second time was for check fraud, when I tried to cash my dead grandfather’s social security check to put down a deposit on an apartment. That time I got a month, which I think would have been longer, but my Dad pulled some strings. But now he’s done pulling strings apparently, and I’m looking at 6 months for selling prescription drugs at school. Which doesn’t that seem unfair to you? They’re trying to discourage my entrepreneurial spirit.” She spits out all this very personal information flippantly, to almost a complete stranger.

She stops suddenly, standing in front of him to prevent him from continuing with his slow walk. “So, now that you know my story, you owe me yours.” She insists.

“But I didn’t ask for your story.” Logan argues.

Ellie smirks. “But you wanted to know.” She counters, stepping into his personal space, almost as if she’s going to kiss him.

“Wheeler, do you want to go back inside? You know the rules!” A guard shouts irritably, coming towards them from the basketball courts.

Ellie rolls her eyes and steps away from him, putting approximately a foot of space between them. “Ughh, the one foot between boys and girls rule. It’s 6 inches for same sex, which seems kind of stupid when you consider how many more same sex relationships happen in jail.” She mutters.

“Seems like it would have been easier to just keep the separate facilities.” Logan murmurs.

“Budget cuts.” Ellie reiterates what the guard told him. “There aren’t enough bad girls to justify a whole facility.”

“You’d think with your rap sheet you’d be able to single handedly keep that female juvenile facility in business.” Logan jokes, and to his relief Ellie doesn’t seem offended based on her laugh.

“Too bad they’re not all like me.” She says flirtatiously, winking at him. She stretches up to put her hair into a messy bun, and his eyes fall unbidden to her pierced belly button which is exposed from the action.

“You’re trouble, aren’t you?” He breathes out softly, raising his eyes to look into her twinkling brown orbs.

“Only the good type of trouble.” She insists.

…

“Hey.” Ellie greets as she sits next to him at his previously completely unoccupied library table.

She startles him out of his studying. “Hey.” He returns.

“What are you doing?” Ellie asks, glancing at his open algebra textbook.

“Math.” Logan responds shortly. He’s not really annoyed with her, although that’s how it might be coming off, he’s mostly embarrassed. Over the last three weeks of being incarcerated with her, he’s learned how smart she is. He’s sure she’s never had to study basic college algebra, it probably just came to her completely naturally.

“So, I’m guessing you didn’t get one of the few competent juvie teachers then?” Ellie questions, sounding sympathetic.

“She’s nice, but I don’t think she’s cut out for juvie teaching. She’d be better at kindergarten.” Logan answers.

“What are you having trouble with? I can tutor you.” Logan looks hesitant to accept her help, so she adds. “Come on, it will look great on my Langston College application.”

Logan leans back in his chair and looks at her curiously. “Langston College? Isn’t that super competitive? You don’t think your record is going to get in the way of that?”

Ellie waves off his concern. “Juvenile records are sealed, so they won’t know. I intend to be good once I turn 18.” Logan looks at her skeptically, and Ellie laughs. “What?! I can be good! I was good for 14 whole years.” She insists.

Logan grins. “I’ll believe that when I see it troublemaker, but I could use your help if you’re offering. Let’s start with systems of equations, I’m totally lost.”

An hour later, Ellie has managed to teach him what the volunteer teacher has been unable to get him to comprehend over the three weeks he’s been in her class.

…

“How’d you get an iPod in here?” Logan asks when Ellie shows him her contraband item a few weeks later as they sit on the bleachers, halfheartedly watching the basketball game going on during yard time.

Ellie grins at him, looking awfully proud of herself. “I have my ways.” She answers.

Logan glances out at the guards patrolling the yard. “You could get in a lot of trouble for that.”

Ellie rolls her eyes. “They should have more important things to worry about. Like gang violence. How am I hurting anybody by listening to a little Justin Bieber?”

Logan just shakes his head, smiling at her fondly. “Of course, you’re a Bieber fan.” He says with mock disgust.

“Oh yeah? What do you listen to? No, let me guess.” She gives Logan a long look, as if she’s deciphering him. It honestly makes him a little uncomfortable. “Something not well known, you’re one of those ones who’s all proud of liking a band before they become big and popular. Hmm…. RINI fan?”

Logan’s eyes widen. “How could you possibly guess that?!” He wonders.

Ellie smirks, shrugging nonchalantly. “I’m very observant. I have ‘Meet Me in Amsterdam’ on here.” She holds out an earbud to him, waving it at him in a tempting manner. “Come on, you know you want to.” She sing-songs.

Logan shoots another look at the guards before quickly taking the earbud from Ellie and putting it into his left ear.

She smiles as she puts the remaining earbud in her right ear, covering it with her hair. She reaches over to move some of his own long hair in front of his earbud, concealing it from prying eyes. Her hand lingers for a beat afterwards, and Logan has to fight down his blush. Eventually, she drops her hand and starts the song. She smiles when he starts to bob his head along with the beat.

…

Logan frowns when he spots Ellie across the cafeteria hall. He excuses himself from Gabriel and the rest of the non-gang affiliated Latinos he’s fallen in with. Jail, even juvie, forces people to generally stick with their own, and the whites wouldn’t accept Logan because he was clearly half not white. So, he found himself with the Latinos. The bright side is that over the 2 months he’s been incarcerated, his Spanish has gotten way better.

When he reaches her, Logan cups Ellie’s bruised face tenderly, running his thumb over the shiner she’s sporting. “What happened?” He questions worriedly.

“Nothing.” Ellie insists. “I’m just not everybody’s favorite in here. Dad being a celebrated LAPD detective and all.”

“Sanchez, you know the rules!” A guard shouts, and he quickly drops his hands from Ellie’s face. They both take a step back to put the required one foot of space between them. Logan’s fists clench at his sides.

“Who hit you?” He demands to know.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll handle it.” Ellie replies, turning away from him to wait in line for the sludge they call food in here. Logan falls in line behind her, although he already got his food and it’s currently going cold (well, colder, since their food is never really as warm as it should be in here) at his table.

“I am worried about it. Was it Piper?” Piper’s been in juvie for two years now, for a violent crime. Some of the inmates insist she has a murder charge, but the record is sealed so there is no way to know if Piper is actually as dangerous as she claims to be.

“No, just drop it Logan. I promise you I have it handled. Trust me.” She presses, looking at him pleadingly.

Logan sighs, but reluctantly gives her a nod.

Ellie smiles, giving his hand a quick comforting squeeze before any of the guards notice. “Thank you.”

A week later, Logan is returning to his cell from his new part time juvie job at the library when he notices Ellie’s roommate being forcefully removed from her cell.

“We turned up not only drugs, but a shank under you pillow during the sweep Johnson. You’re getting at least a month in the SHU for this.” The guard holding her arm informs her.

“That’s not mine! Why would I leave that shit right under my pillow?! That bitch framed me!” She gestures to Ellie, who’s sitting on her bunk reading a book.

Ellie looks up innocently. “Me? Why would I want to frame you?” She feigns surprise in her tone.

Johnson glowers. It’s not like she can admit that she beat Ellie up last week in front of the guards. She’s ushered away to the segregated housing unit, where she’ll spend a month in solitary with no yard time.

…

Ellie plops herself down on a nearby table as Logan restocks books, eating her Doritos cheerily.

“You know you’re not allowed to eat in here, right Troublemaker?” Logan asks.

“But when you’re on library duty, I can get away with it, because you like me, right?” Ellie teases, tossing another Dorito into her mouth.

Logan blushes at that, wondering if she knows just how much he likes her. He’s nursing quite a crush on Ellie. He’s never met anyone like her before, and he has a feeling he won’t be meeting anyone like her in the future.

“Plus,” She adds when he stays quiet, “I always share my commissary goods with you, so you really can’t complain.” She stands from the table and pops a Dorito into his mouth, grinning as he chews on the treat.

“Well, we don’t all have daddy putting a generous amount of money into our commissary accounts. Some of us have to make do with our 10 cent an hour job.” Logan teases.

“It’s really the least my Dad can do. If he wasn’t so overbearing, I never would have ended up in here in the first place.” Ellie insists.

Logan doesn’t argue with her. He’s tried that before, telling her there are worse things than having a father who cares about you. She wouldn’t talk to him for a full week and being that she’s the only bright spot in his day, it was a pretty terrible, lonely week. So instead of mentioning Ellie’s responsibility in her current predicament, he says “Can we get some more twinkies later?”

Ellie smiles. “Of course, we can! We deserve twinkies.”

…

Almost three months into his incarceration, the juvenile delinquents earn a movie night for making it one whole month with no fights (that the guards know about.)

There had been a vote on which movie to watch, but they’d been given very few options. Nothing with sex, violence, drugs, or anything fun really, was allowed. They’d settled on Little Rascals.

Ellie yawns, leaning her head against his shoulder as they sit in the back of the cafeteria, which has been converted into a makeshift theater.

“Wheeler, do you want a shot?!” A guard asks, waving his infraction citation pad around threateningly. Ellie rolls her eyes, sitting up to put more space between her and Logan.

“Don’t they have anything better to do?” She mutters under her breath.

“I think they actually take a lot of pleasure in being able to deny us any chance of fleeting happiness.” Logan theorizes.

“Why else would they go into corrections? It’s definitely not for the money. It’s the sense of power, being able to tell people what to do. They get off on it. My Dad clearly missed his calling becoming a detective. He’d be much happier working in a prison.”

Logan chuckles. “As much as being in here sucks, I’m really glad I met you Ellie.” Logan admits.

Ellie smiles, burrowing into his shoulder again. “I’m glad I met you too.” She reveals.

“Wheeler, Sanchez, if I have to say it again, you’re getting kicked out of movie night!” The guard yells.

…

“Logan!” Ellie calls as he comes back in from the yard. He’s surprised to see her dressed in the Langston college and jeans from take-in instead of the standard issued juvie uniform he’s used to. She rushes towards him, about to leap into his arms before she notices the way the guards are looking at her and thinks better of it, stopping just in front of him. “I’m getting out!” She says excitedly.

“So soon, I thought you had 3 more months?” He can’t quite keep the dismay of her leaving out of his voice.

“I thought so too, but I think my Dad ended up pulling some strings. I guess he figures I learned my lesson.”

“Did you?” He questions, brow quirked.

Ellie smirks. “Not a chance.”

Logan smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “I’m happy for you Troublemaker, I really am. I’m definitely going to miss you though.”

Ellie’s eyes soften. “I’m going to miss you too. More than you know.”

And then, she’s kissing him. Hands in his hair, tongue in his mouth. His hands falls to her waist, hauling her against him as he deepens the kiss.

“Hey! Break it up you two!” A guard yells.

Ellie pulls away, smiling up at the stunned expression on his face. “Something to remember me by.” She whispers, raising up on her tip toes to kiss him again.

This time, a guard forcibly grabs her arms and pulls her away from Logan. “If you want more time here Wheeler, I can easily make that happen. Trust me.” He threatens. He turns his attention to Logan. “And Sanchez, that’s a week of no yard time.” He doles out Logan’s punishment.

Ellie casts him a sympathetic look, but he just grins at her. “Very worth it.” He tells her.

Ellie offers him one last smile before the guard pulls her away to be processed out.

Logan immediately feels her absence. He doesn’t know how he’s going to get through another month here without her.

….

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[alitheamateur]

The Grind-Chapter 21

Warnings: Angst. Language. Mentions of actions related to a sexual nature. 

A/N: Since I punished you all with that painfully short chapter yesterday, I felt it only right not to make you wait for this load of story. Buckle down kids, this is a lengthy bit!

The tense way our bodies snuggled to each other as we traveled now down a quieter four lane highway, was an immensely warm consummation I had grown addictively accustom to. Occasionally, he’d drop one hand from steering the bike to pet over my arms clutched to his waist, stroking a thumb to the skin he found there. I smiled in secret at the chills that arose at his feverish, yet boyish touch, knowing he was smiling himself at the reaction his contact triggered.  The greenery and much clearer air, free of the industrial, city smog, painted a storybook picturesque view of rural Pittsburgh. Where in the blazes could he be dragging me? Not saying the lushness of the apparent countryside didn’t lull me into a satisfactory coma of contentment at the slight similarities I found of Westfield.

I saw his wrist twitch letting off the accelerator, and our speed decreased turning near a lot with a simple painted sign reading “Duquesne Inlcine.” The location seemed maybe vaguely familiar, like I’d heard it mentioned in a passing conversation sometime or another, but I couldn’t say I was properly acquainted. The vast variety of parking was well, strangely a ghost town. The weather was sheer sunshine perfection, it was the weekend, so where were all the people? He pulled off his helmet, revealing the heat of the sun that had been trapped around his head causing his locks to appear spritzed with sweat, and a whimper of surprise at his exterior escaped me. Was I ever going to grow suitably acclimated with just how gloriously handsome he was in entirety? Judging by the current timeline of events, he would only grow more attractive with age, and I would become even more vulnerable to his refined features. Time was on his side, and only a mere year or so had passed since I’d seen him up close. Only now, that particular day, his eyes weren’t nearly as bright with blue, and their usual glint absent when I looked deeper. Was he... nervous? 

“Bet no one has drug you up here since you moved?” He shook my ears to attention.

“You’ve got me there. Where, where are we exacty?” I returned his question with one of my own, pulling off the helmet. Silently praying my hair wasn’t as out of place as the ones his head. Messy, tangled bedhead wasn’t a look that suited me as it did him. Why are you staring, Liv. You’ve seen the man naked and you’re shook up by some disheveled hair? Get laid, you pathetic hag.

“Ya’ gonna love it, Livvy,” his accent making me smile serenely. It appeared to thicken under three particular emotions: excitement, anger, and.. arousal. Three emotions that the brash drawl worked with ever so dangerously perfect.

“Colt, hey, uhm, where is everyone though? Like where is anybody actually?” He only let go of my hand to graciously hold a door open before returning the smile to a young man behind a counter in the lobby. He was younger than Colton and myself, only by a few years, and had a build similar, however much less intimidating to my date for the day.

“Allen, how are ya, you little shit?” Colton’s hand was settled around my waist squeezing lightly over my hip as he addressed the kind leer of this Allan character standing at a register. They shook hands briefly, and I felt oddly like an intruding bystander gawking about while the two men exchanged hellos.

“I’m not doing too bad, Ritter. Not as good as you clearly, beating all those asses in the cage these days.” He complimented in a congratulatory, yet envious voice.

“Don’t even start, bro. You been doin’ damn good for yourself, I ain’t blind.” Colt argued. “Hey, this is Liv, by the way, Al,” he winked at me with is introduction.

“Very nice to meet you, Allen. Clearly you guys know each other?” I giggled gesturing a handshake over the counter to his accepting palm, still utterly clueless to what we were indeed doing here.

“Yeah, babe. Allen’s a fighter too, I busted him a couple times when we were first starting out.” I saw him side eye towards his friend gauging a reaction to his snide comments. “His his family runs the place here, so I called in a favor with an old friend to bring ya’ here.”

“Smug bigshot here rented the place out for you, Liv. What the hell do ya’ have on ‘em?” Allen burst out quickly, then lost his smile once realizing that little detail may have been intended to remain a secret.

I lifted a hand to tug at Colton, my eyes yielding a flood of gratitude, confusion, flattery, reserve at how much this ordeal had to have cost him, and scolding him for going to such unnecessary, yet deeply appreciated lengths.

“Let’s go, babe. C’mon I wanna show you what were doin.” His own hand outreached to touch my reddening cheek with his battered knuckles.  

I followed to a windowpane, gazing out to discover a machine resembling some sort of cable car, tucked carefully into the tree sprinkled hillside. Then, farther left, trailing down the funicular built to carry the car, the wide spans of what seemed to be the entire south side of Pittsburgh was nestled comfortably inside the bosom of the Ohio River. My cheerful face began to hurt from the extended upturning of my expression. Hot rays of the sun were gleaming reflections off the rippling water, whose color closely resembled the one in the eyes I felt staring at me from the back.

“OK, it’s ridiculously beautiful up here, Colton. God!”

“You like it, do ya’? Just wait till you see it all from the trolley. Dad used to bring me here every year for the 4th of July so we could see all the fireworks around the city.” He nodded to his right, indicating we take our places so he could show me the view he so apparently loves of his city.

The motor operated car doors slid open in unison reveling a wicker basket placed alone in the center of the empty box lined with seats. The lid of the picnic basket closed, displaying a ribbon tied bundle of pink peonies, of course. This batch however more conservative than the hefty dozens from my birthday. He thankfully read my mind, carefully stepping up behind to take me into his warm embrace, resting his prominent chin on the shoulder next to my ear.

“Whaddya think, Livvy?” His hot question shivered down my neck. Literally hot, his own breaths nearly incinerated my eardrum like some sort of well-trained dragon. The pattering of his pumping heart in the middle of my back was like the unsung lullaby I never knew I needed. I almost internally feel the cadence of my own heart catch up to sync with Colton’s.

Kiss him. Now. RIGHT NOW. Who needs pride anyway?

I loved and feared all the same the effect he had on me always. A new emotion enraptured me every time he was near, each more overwhelming than the last, and I felt him willing me to lose control. But, the pangs of heartbreak seized a friendly reminder when I felt I’d give in to those wet, desirable lips, and I held off. For now.

“You did.. ok, I guess,” I shrugged fighting to remain stern, stifling a smile behind cherry flavored lips.

“Damn, tough crowd. Ya’ little critic.” The man huffed out with an exaggerated roll of his smiling eyes. “Well, it worked for all those other girls I brought up here….”

Counter, Colton Ritter. Two could play those games, seemingly.

I threw a rear jab with my elbow to his still closely pressed abdomen, choking a goofy giggle of pain, and pleasure. He loves any fiery reaction he suck out of me.  

“Easy there, slugger. I’m kiddin’. You know that!” He defended lowly. “Besides, you know there’s only one particular green-eyed girl I have eyes for.”

My God. Usually, that sickeningly, derivative come on would’ve sent me gagging a mile in the opposite direction, running for the hills around me. But, things I normally viewed as stupid, and cheesy, and even.. unintelligent coming from most, made me feel so utterly warm with affection coming from him. I think it’s because I know when they come from his particular mouth, they’re genuine. He doesn’t have a plethora of douchebag pick-up lines tucked away in the rolodex of his mind. He’s never needed it. Girls crumbled at his very feet, which was much, MUCH to my dismay. I can’t recall how many times precisely that I worked myself into a jealous frenzy over some harlot trouncing her perky bust brazenly under his nose, grasping for one lingering look from him.

“So, what’s for lunch then? My breakfast is wearing off.” I inquired as I slowly walked around the empty car, mentally tucking away snapshots of this utterly astounding view resembling something from a post card.

 We ate quietly seated next to each other towards the front of the car, the Pittsburgh skyline painting a backdrop of pure beauty. Colton had kept it simple with his picnic basket, stuffing it with fresh fruits, some light sandwiches, and much to my satisfaction, a stockpile of my favorite truffles from the bakery neighboring The Grind. He had the memory of an elephant.

When he had pulled out the stashed box of dark chocolates from the bottom of the basket, he giggled with a shaken head at the child-like gasps and eager hand claps from me, instantly recognizing the golden, polka dot box. I still wanted to kiss him. Deeply, kiss him. The desire to do so hadn’t subsided a single inkling since his arrival to retrieve me. Matter of fact, it probably tripled. And the unintentional, habitual way he always licked that perfect pink lower lip of his after pulling it between his top row of teeth was only persecuting me all the more. I want to bite that lip. Let me! let me do it!

“Thank you, Livvy babe.” He chimed randomly, shocking me from the salacious thoughts of him that were currently running on an endless loop in my head. 

“For what, exactly?” Tucking the third truffe shamelessly in my mouth. “I should be the one thanking you. For all this..”

“Thank you for agreeing to come with me today. Ya’ didn’t have to, and honestly I didn’t fuckin’ deserve it.” His head dropped and his hand went to the back of his head, a worrisome practice of his own, I’d noticed.

I couldn’t bare the weighted sadness shown over his tightly drawn in mouth. A year ago, maybe. Maybe it would’ve felt like a sweet reward of revenge, after the hasty, crushing things he said to me. But now, it was like a bullet wound festering through my belly. Why couldn’t he see what I see in him? Yes, he is violent. Yes, he’s very much possessive and crude, and sometimes demented with anger, but he’s much more. I see his kindness, the genuinely raw way that he’s so ferociously protective over those he cares for. Colton is intelligent, he’s fearless, he’s the most brutally dedicated man to his career. Maybe all too much. He was extremely gentle sometimes, too. So innocently, childishly so. Physically, and verbally as well, if the particular moment called for him to be so.

The other hand, he was darkly passionate, almost fearfully passionate at times, actually.  And I do love those passionate moments. Damn it. But surely. Surely if he didn’t see all those interior, loveable characteristics I recognized, he had to know he was beautiful. He was a human being with color changing, blue/gray/green eyes, for goodness sake. He was picturesque sex, truly. The way he carried his shifty, built shoulders, and the way he always slid his hands in his pockets when he walked. Agonizingly accentuating his ink plastered biceps, the biceps that could probably crush steel beams in the company of Superman himself.

I took his hand, succumbing to my screaming desire to do so. “Colt, don’t. How long are you going to beat yourself up over it? I’ve forgiven you, okay? I have.”

“I’ll quit beatin’ myself up when everything is back to the way it fuckin’ should be!” He was growing frustrated internally the more we dwelt on the topic. “It shoulda never ended to begin with.” I felt his grip on my hand becoming tighter along with the tension of his jaws now. He wasn’t trying to hurt me, but it seemed his was molding his own hand to mine, afraid I would somehow vanish if he let go.

“Then.. why did it? Why’d you do it, Colton. YOU made that choice. Why?....”

He took a large, hesitated deep breath, like he was trying to inhale some imaginary courage floating through the air.

“For starters, I’m a brainless, ignorant twat, with shit for brains. And, it was the loss, Liv. I’m ashamed to say that I was blaming you for it. Or, I tried to blame you at least. I couldn’t man up and admit that Danny was just… better than me. I had to find some concrete excuse to caudle my pathetic fuckin’ ego.”

“That’s not fair, and you know it. I never pulled you away from your training, Colt. I would’ve liked to, yeah. But I wasn’t about to get in your way. I knew what the fight meant to you,” my voice was accidentally defensive.

“And I know that now. Hell, I knew it then, baby. I was just.. I don’t know.. God, Liv. I was just so in love with you. You made me mental, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I felt like I was losin’ control of myself.” His eyes said he wanted to touch my cheek, or kiss my forehead. I didn’t know what exactly, but it was clear the hand holding wasn’t dispersing his hunger for something.

“It was scary, babe. I understand that more than anyone else, Colton. The things you made me feel took the wind right out of me. Our love was a continual high, ya’ know? I’d be lying through my teeth if I tried to deny I don’t still feel that with you.” scooting closer to his tense body,  I felt that sensation of heat radiate onto my clammy skin making me shudder.

“I wanted to come to you so many times. I wanted to crawl to your damn doorstep and grovel, babe. I would’ve, too. Pride aside, if I thought it woulda made a difference. But, the shit I said to you, Livvy? I knew you hated my guts, and I couldn’t take the idea of havin’ the door slammed in my fuckin’ face.”

“And what about now, hm? Is that groveling bit still on the table or?” I winked, taking a note from his book, using one of his favorite forms of defense.

“Say the word and I’ll drop to my knees, gorgeous.”

Could he hear my panting? Was I panting aloud right now? I didn’t let my hungry stare falter, never unlocking the heated eye contact. Please kiss me, God. I can’t take it anymore! Take my mouth right now.

I could sense my brows knitting as my mind shouted soundless pleas. I wouldn’t have the nerve to make the first move and seek out his kiss, would I? Plus, I needed him to cave first since it seemed he always had me at a seeming disadvantage. He needed to break first. Even the score, if you will.

“Tempting offer, Mr. Ritter. I think I might very much enjoy the site of you on your knees.”

WHAT THE HELL, LIV ELLIOTT? Who are you? Did that just come out of your modest mouth. You deviant.

He loosened the twining of our fingers, only to drop it to the inside of my bare thigh. His touch. There. Oh, we like that spot, yes. The next bold move left his mouth meeting mine in an unhurried, calculated fashion. The breezy grazes of his lips felt like the soft flutters of a butterfly’s wings. At first, he was frozen there, a warm, handsome statue molding his lips to me. Once he collected I wasn’t going to protest, he began to lick hungrily over the seal of my mouth, letting out a throaty, male growl when I accepted his entrance. One hand remained placed still on my thigh, the other now snaked to rest on my neck, willing me closer to his kiss. Our tongues danced together quite chaotically, the insatiable desire within the exchange was an emotion neither of us could control properly. Oh, and I bit him. Yep, just like the hot swell between the apex of my thighs told me to.

I had the middle of his shirt wrapped around my fist, clenching even tighter when I opened my eyes for a brief second to find his shining back at me. There was something so, erotic about it. He seemed to be committing the exchange to his memory. I’d never been kissed while glaring open-eyed in my partners watchful pupils, and for a moment I felt I should think it strange. But it was feverishly opposite. It’s incredibly sexy, and debilitating, and I want him to do it more often. Still, I was curious.

“What’s wrong? What is it?” I pulled away, noticing the wrinkled, stretched cotton on his shirt where I was heedfully tugging at him.

“I just can’t believe I have you. I can’t fuckin’ believe this is happenin’. I missed you, Liv. I really, really did.”

Sensory overload. In every manner of the phrase. He smelled of a pungent musk, like trees and sweat. Sweaty trees? The inside of his mouth was coated in the juices from the fresh pineapple he’d eaten with lunch, and it tingled when I swallowed it down. Oh, and strawberries too, maybe? Yes, definitely some strawberry. His lips were sleek like the most elaborate silks, and wet too, making them stick to mine ever so slightly when we parted. My heart, and the sensitive place between my legs fought to steal the stimulation from the other, and I still can’t tell you where the victory laid. How was that possible though? How did a man stimulate the emotions of the heart, and the sexual tension of my sex at the very same instant? Just from a kiss, mind you. I wanted to shed tears of unadulterated bliss, and mount the length between his legs in at same time, in unison.

“Colt, you know I missed you. It goes without saying. How do you just, sweep me back in like that?” I laughed, but it was a rippling clandestine of wonderment I genuinely wanted solved. I needed a concrete, logical, palatable explanation.

“Because you never left me, baby. Not really, y’ know?”

I did know, and apparently he had known it too, contrary to hiding away from him in my little corner of the city.

“You were gone, but I know you felt what I’ve felt over the last year. I know you had to wake up fuckin’ hysterical in the middle of the night because you dreamt about me, Liv.”

I had done exactly that. At least 10 times, I’m not sure though. I lost count. The heartbreak was ineffable and haunting. Why had we tortured ourselves living life without the other? Pride? Fear? Did he feel like he deserved some sort of punishment for hurting me? Hurting us? I wanted to talk now. It was my turn to chime in, to toss my hat in the ring. But, he just kept going. I opened my mouth to interject, and he’d cut me off.

“I’ve never wanted anything the way I want you, sweetheart. I’ve never needed anything but myself, and to hell with everythin’ else. But with you… fuck. I hate my life when you ain’t in it. And it’s all just fast, and it happened so soon too, y’ know. But, I’m so sick in love with you, Elliott.”

How can he make the work ‘fuck’ fit into any sentence like it was just a casual, common word in the English language like ‘hello’ or ‘blanket’? We should have a chat with him about his etiquette soon. Or should we? We might like that word.. Especially in the bedroom.

“Can I talk now, handsome? Care if I get a few words in?” I smiled and buttoned the tip of his nose. His perfect, straight nose. How did it seem to still be in tact? He literally got punched in the face for a living? Thank you, God for keeping that incredible face unscathed.

He heaved a sigh, like the words he’d spat out had drained him in some way. And they may very well have! This is the most he’s spoken since.. well… ever.

“Sorry, baby. Yeah, you go now.”

“I love you.”

He was obviously confused when only 3, one-syllable words came out of my mouth. His head tilted wearily to the left like a curious dog, and a haze passed through his eyes, but no words.

The sun had fallen lower now, some lights began to flicker down below us in the city as we rode the car continuously down, ad back up the track. Even though we had drawn close to the water likely a hundred times now, I still felt giddy each time we reached near the edge of shore.

“That’s all I know, and that’s all the matters, Colt. I love you, and I don’t want to be without you.”

I wasn’t this person. I had always been the type to be entirely exasperated at people who said things as such, I found it unrealistic and dramatic, yet there I was. Confessing I was lost without him next to me, and I wasn’t sure how I lived before he came into the picture. Maybe I hadn’t. Not really lived. “What you did to me was cruel, and I didn’t deserve it. But I know you see that now. You made a mistake and like I said before, I forgive you.”

I was half expecting more talking since he seemed to be on such a wordy roll today. Instead, he used his lips this time. His hands. His eyes. But no confrontations. He’d used up his word limit for the day. I felt my head rush backwards at the attack he made on my lips. It was carnal. He breaths hitched from his nostrils. Breaths he seemed to be sucking from the pair of lungs inside my body. I was blindsided completely, and relishing in the upper hand he always had on me. The inside of his mouth was warm like the rest of his thick body. His hand was cupping between my legs now. In one faultlessly executed motion I was straddling his lap, clawing at the back of his neck, and I felt bare hands slide underneath my shorts now gripping on the curve of my behind lewdly. Am I about to orgasm just from the friction of his jeans?

“My God, Livvy. You smell so good, baby. I fuckin’ love that smell.” He mouthed with his lips still partially connected with mine.

The smell was his favorite perfume. He would lift the bottle off my vanity when I was doing my hair at the mirror, smell the top after popping off the lid, then generously spray it in the crook of both sides of my neck.

I felt almost sea sick with lust for him. Between the constant motion of the tram, the rolling of my hips in his lap, his hot exhales into my ears as he muttered into them. I was entirely rapt. The thin lace of a cupless bra I wore beneath my outfit had painted a high definition display of the pert buds of my breast, making it irresistible for the man not to gently tug between a hard-skinned index finger and thumb, imbibing a breathy squeak of his name from my throat. Let myself crumble hastily to the desirous high, and let him take me on the floor of this glassy box for all the world below us to see?  I’d have a very long, very disagreeable chat with myself about it later, but I couldn’t fall into that, sex, with him just yet. Although the raunchy idea of my bare flesh being trapped between his hearty torso and the cool glass windows here was mind-blowingly riveting. A little self-control was healthy, whether I internally agreed or not. However, that very scenario would be added to the growing list of X-rated fantasies involving Colton Ritter.

“O-okay, okay, Colton. Wow, hold-hold on.” I pulled away from his burning kiss, placing hand over my now seemingly chapped lips from the friction of his beard, and noticed a faint rash down my neck, leading down to my cleavage where he had suckled and scraped, and bit my tanned skin during the exchange. “As much as I don’t want to, trust me. We should pump the breaks here for a sec.”

He was stroking both opened fists across the small of my back, like you would do to soothe an upset newborn. A much lighter contrast to the way he was just pawing me like a ravenous predator.

“Shit,” he said in a barely there, seemingly embarrassed whisper. “I’m sorry, baby. I got outta control…” He wouldn’t let me see his eyes then.

“Woah!” I eagerly replied. “I wasn’t looking for an apology, Colt! I wanted that every bit as much as you.”

The electric, waterproof acquaintance that lived in my night-stand had almost run it’s race, and I needed this living, breathing, very stimulating man in front of me. Soon. ASAP. “But, I just think we should hold out, ya’ know. We need to work up to that a little.”

He was nodding in agreement now. What I believed to be honest agreeance, and not him trying to pacify me with what I wanted to hear.

“I get it, 2-1. As painfully fuckin’ irresistible as you are right now, I do get it. Him? I think he may have a little harder time acceptin’ though.” He shifted slightly upward reintroducing me to his still solid length underneath where I bestrode him, and smiled the most hellacious, satisfied grin I’d ever seen. The one he knew lit my every internal flame and sent me reeling with desire. “But the longer we wait, baby….” The sentence was left unfinished of actual words, but the drawn out moaning hum he gave, punctuated the thought exactly how he intended it to.

The lack of a touch from each there over the four hundred something days had been unrelenting, but once the ache settled a bit, it became manageable. However, now, with the blistering¸ very fresh reminder of just how pleasing and breathtaking the feel of our bodies felt when joined together, I was certain I would come undone. Sooner than later.

I squeezed over the muscle of his arms and gave him a look of warning at his crude comments. I had come to terms with the fact he was simply a sexual person. Sex was something he wasn’t ashamed to discuss, and it was something he verbally admitted his enjoyment for. I’d worry about developing the thick skin to deal with that tidbit at another time.

“You’re like a horny 15 year-old boy, Ritter.” I chortled with a blush.”

“That’s all your fault though. I can’t help it my girl is a so damn sexy.” Colton retorted with his thumb grazing the corner of my wrinkled eyes.

I wanted to ask him to paint a picture of me then. What did he see when he looked? Really looked. Physically, I mean. Sure, the new muscles from my training were settling in nicely, but otherwise, I was so… just so typical. Green eyes, small in stature, and an average dirty blonde head of mostly unruly hair. I couldn’t even stand next to the beauty of a woman that society would deem suitable for him. I blended in like camouflage amongst a crowd of women, but evidently looking from the point of view of one Colton Michael Thomas Ritter, things were much different.

I wanted more. Needed it, actually. Whatever detail he hadn’t shared with me yet, I’d find a way to pull it from him. I was all in, indeed.

 After lingering for an hour or so more, tucked away above the hustle of summertime in the city, and dropping for a quick to-go cup at The Grind, we journeyed back to my place. Andrew had given silent eyes of gleaming approval when he saw the two of us enter the shop, fingers interlocked securely, and I exhaled in relief briefly. But, a tightness quickly drew back into my shoulders once Tia’s very disapproving, fuming blue pools fluttered through my thoughts. I’d have to settle things before somehow our reuniting made it back to her. Soon. But for now, for the night, I just wanted to selfishly bask in him. In us. Our long, cold nights apart now only a painful recollection that I never wanted to think of again, nor experience.

Now, in the mostly silent concrete parking lot of my home, standing settled between his opened legs still seated sideways on his bike, I never wanted to move. Crickets sang harmoniously as we lingered in a warm hug, and the flickering street light playing as spotlight. Several moments passed without words. Awkward silence to most, but a fulfilling moment of sensual security to us. The feel of his hand caressing the small of my back right below the twin dotted indentions about my firm backside, gently rubbing left to right, and sporadic kisses touching where my neck curved into my shoulder. I closed my eyes to think of those indulgent, teasing kisses along the ticklish hump of my ribcage, then across my pelvis to meet each protruding hipbone punctuated with a wicked nip of his teeth, and I felt a sweat arise in the crease of my breasts at the idea.

“Come upstairs,” a throaty demand wafted over my lips before I could practice any tact.

He instantly halted all movements seeking the truth behind my eyes. And I noticed a flash of seemingly confusion, mixed with hopefulness.

“What?”

“Come inside with me. Spend the night…” I proposed, fully aware of what I was offering to the very hungry man draped around my waist.

I kissed him fervently, and journeyed a wandering hand to his member standing half staffed, eliciting a groan of liking from his gaping mouth. His legs tightened around me, and his fingers crawled up to wrap his grip around my tousled braid.

“Liv, baby… baby, c’mon. Hold on…hold..” A tangled string of efforted protests met my eardrums, but his hands continued to nearly squeeze right through my flesh.  Then finally, he sought out below to halt the erotic massage I was giving through the confines of his now growing jeans. “Stop, baby. Okay? Talk to me for a second.”

I felt my eyes expand when he had actually stopped my bold foreplay. Was he turning me down? “You don’t actually want to leave? Do you?” I probed.

“Hold up right there, Livvy. Don’t give me those puppy eyes,” he scolded shakily. “I know what you’re thinkin’, and you are so, so damn far off.”

I wasn’t thinking he didn’t want me. Not really, anyway. But I kept silent, wondering sincerely his reasons for declining my bed for the night.

“As bad as I want to throw you over my shoulder right this minute, and take you upstairs to see whatever sexy little lace number you’ve got on under these clothes, then fuckin’ tear it off your ass, I just think we should cool it. For tonight.” He confessed earnestly.

I was truly even furthermore enamored with him after that. He read my actions didn’t really wield my exact feelings, no matter how persistent my advances on his crotch may have been, and he resisted nobly. But, his desires shined through the ocean blue of his eyes.

“We’ve got plenty of sleepless nights ahead of us, gorgeous. I promise you that.” Colton said with a dark intonation behind his words. I believed that promise too, no hesitancy, and I looked forward to all the lost time he planned to make up for, knowing he’d execute every encounter flawlessly.

“I’ll be sure to get my rest tonight then.” I purred into his mouth before I snaked a tongue inside.

“Oh, I’d highly advise that. I prefer you well rested. And besides, I can’t have any girlfriend of mine walkin’ around with bags unda’ her eyes.” He smacked me on the tail end.

“Girlfriend?”

“Hell yes, girlfriend. You ain’t gettin’ rid of me now.” 

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The Walking Marauders (1) Remus Lupin

No Magic. As soon as the dead starting walking, Melissa Potter just wanted to find her family. After waking up from a coma she finds herself in the world of the undead. She goes into the city and finds Remus Lupin. How will they go on in this world? Will they fight together or fight each other?? Please read everything before the cut below.

As stated before this is a Walking Dead AU. I’m basic going the way the tv show did. A few things will definitely be different like Just putting in the Marauders instead of the Grimes and co.  I will keep some people from the Walking Dead to have more people in the story. You don’t have to watch the show to read this. Characters from Harry Potter will be completely different then they are in the series and other fics written about them. The Marauders did not meet while in school. They become best friends from being in the apocalypse. THE WALKING DEAD AND HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS AND EPISODES DO NOT BELONG TO ME. If no one likes this series after reading the first couple chapters I can write the other concept you have voted for. If people do like this I will continue to write. Please comment and let me know what you think. If i get no feed back I will not continue. 

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Series Warnings: Cussing, violence, blood. Slow Burn Romance

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I look around an empty room. Confused of what has happened and how long I’ve been here. The last thing I remember was doing my job. I’m a Sheriffs Deputy for the Hogwarts County Police Department and my partner Sirius Black and I were chasing down a couple of men who robbed a bank. 

Flash Back

I look over at my partner Sirius as he tries to make a funny joke to cheer me up.  “Two Hungarian Horntails walk into a pub. The first one says, “Sure is hot in here.” The second one snaps back, “Shut your mouth!” He says laughing to himself.  I giggle quietly and say, “Sirius, that’s it. You’re not allowed to watch anymore of those stupid dragon movies.”  “I’m sorry darling,” He smiles looking over at me, “I’m just trying to take your mind off whats his face.”  “His name was Serverus and Its okay. We broke up officially last night. He was way into his science projects. He’s trying to make a medication that will make sure you can never tell a lie. We all know that will never happen.” I sigh to myself looking out the window.  “How long were you guys together?” Sirius asks taking a bite out of his burger. “We were together for about 9 and half months.” I say grabbing a french fry. “You know I have this friend-” He goes to say. “No you are not setting me up again. Last time you did that-” I go to say but the radio cuts me off. “All available units, high speed pursuit in progress Hogwarts County units request local assistance. Highway 18 south GTAAD W217 243. Proceed with extreme caution. Suspects are two male Caucasians. Be advised. They have fired on police officers. One officer is wounded.” The radio transmits.  I put my car in drive and I turn the car around quickly as Sirius throws the trash in a garbage can as I turn.  “Unit 1 is now on route,” Sirius says as we drive on the highway toward the car in questioned. As soon as we get far down the road the guys are driving on we get out of the car and put down barbed wire so it will pop their tires. We drive a little bit down and open the doors to hide behind. Sirius and I look at each other and nod. I grab my Colt Python and he grabs his shot gun and we stand waiting there for the car to drive down. 3 minutes later we see the car speeding toward us. They did as suspected and drive right over the barbed wire and their tire pops and they swerve off the road and flip down the side of the road. I walk around my car and walk slowly toward them. They climb out of the car and start shooting at us. We shoot back and the driver falls down due to a shot from me and Sirius takes care of the passenger.I turn to Sirius and smile. “Why does everyone always think we can never hand-” What Sirius and I did not see was a 3rd passenger in the car. He climbed out and sees Sirius and I talking. He grabbed his shotgun and shots me in the back, under my arm. The bullet went side ways and came out the front of my chest. Right where my bullet proof vest is not covering me. Sirius grabs his gun and shoots the man in the chest once and the man falls. Sirius calls for an ambulance and puts pressure on my chest. I don’t hear a word he is saying but I know he is talking. My eyes get blurry and I lose consciousnesses. 

Flash Back Over

I look around the room once again and I can tell I’m in a hospital room that hasn’t been taken care of in a long time.  “Hello?” I try to call out but my throat is too dry. “Hello,” I try again. Nothing. I stand up but fall straight down to the floor. So I have been here awhile if my legs aren’t working. I use the bed to help myself up and I look down at myself. I’m wearing a sweat old hospital gown and some underwear I don’t think are mine. I walk slowly into the hallway. There lights hanging off the ceiling and blood all over the walls. I start walking slowly down the hall and look around. Bodies, everywhere. Some half gone, some torn apart. I reach the end of the hall when I see double doors. They are locked with a huge padlock and chains. It says Don’t Open Dead Inside. Something happened while I was asleep. I had to have been asleep. How long was I asleep. I find an exit and walk outside. All I see is bodies in tarps and in trucks. I walk slowly up a hill until I find a car. I look for keys and try to start it. It starts right up and I drive straight to my house and I open up the door and there is a gun right in my face.  “Whoa,” I say. “What is going on?” “Is that a bite?” He snaps. “What are you talking about?” I ask “You’re wound. Is it a bite?” The man asks again. “No I was shot. What do you mean a bite?” I ask. He puts the gun down and looks at me, “Gunshot?”  “Yes. Now let me in. This is my house.” I glare at him. He turns and looks at a picture of me and my twin brother on my wall. He backs up and I walk straight inside and he closes the door. “You have no idea whats going on do you?” He asks. “No. I woke up in the hospital this morning.” I say sitting down on my couch. He explains everything. People coming back from the dead and eating other people. He calls them walkers. A Little boy runs up to us. “Dad, who is this?” He asks looking at me. “This is the woman who owns this house.” He looks at me. “My names Melissa.” I say, “Whats your name?” “Neville!” He says smiling at me. “I’m Frank my wife Alice is upstairs, sleeping. She takes the night shift watching out for walkers.” Frank says sitting down putting his gun on the counter. We talk all night until Neville looks at me, “What did you do before all this Miss Melissa?” “I was a Sheriffs Deputy. I caught bad guys.” I smile at him “I found some of your uniforms upstairs,” Frank says. “I thought it was for the male in the pictures.” “No thats my brother James. He was a teacher in the next town over. I gotta find him and his family.” I say. “Tomorrow, I’ll take you and your family to the police station. They usually have guns hidden in the place.” The next day that’s what we did. The station has its own pilot light so we all took a hot shower. I also gave them some guns that were here so they could defend themselves. I’m wearing one of my uniforms. Hopefully someone notices it and believes me. I look at Frank, Alice and Neville. “Thank you for all of your help. Maybe we’ll see each other again.” I put my hand out to Frank. “Maybe. Remember go for the brain” He smiles and shakes my hand. I wave to the others and I get into my police car that was parked at the station and I drive toward the city. Hours later, I run out of gas so I have to walk. I grab the bag of guns I grabbed from the station and walk. I find a horse at someones house. I turn when i hear growling behind me. An older gentlemen is limping toward me, bloody and has the white glazed over eyes. Yep walker. I see a baseball bat in the yard and I grab it. I walk toward the walker. “Sorry sir,” I swing the bat as hard as I can and hit him right in the head. He falls to the ground with a thud but he growls a bit more and tries to crawl. I swing the bat down crack him in the head once again. That killed it. I turn toward the horse and walk toward him. He tries to get away but I start petting his head. “It’s okay. I won’t hurt you,” I whisper petting him. He realizes I’m not a walker and I put his saddle on him and I climb on. The horse and I walk for another couple hours until we get to the city. Its quiet and I look around. We walk further down and go to make a left turn but there is at least a hundred walkers standing there. The horse nays and jumps up and turns. All the walks turn toward us and start walking. They smell and hear us.  The horse runs back the way we came from. We get down the road but another group get in front of us and the horse jumps up again and I fall off. “No!” I say landing on the ground. I look around for some cover. I see a tank and I crawl toward it making sure I have my bag of guns. I get under it. Walks follow me and tries to grab me but I kick them in the face. I look up and see a hatch. I open it and climb in. I close the hatch and I sit next to a dead man. Well I think hes dead. I see a grenade in hand and I reach for it. The man opens his eyes and looks toward me and growls. I pull my gun out and put it under his chin and shoots. The sound disorients me and I can’t think. I hold my head. Ow. Very very bad idea. After a few minutes it goes away and I sit in the tank. What am i going to do? I need to get out of here but not with all them walks out there. Suddenly I hear a voice over the radio. “Hey dumbass. Yeah you. In the tank. You cozy in there?” The voice asks.  I crawl over to the radio, “Hello?”  “You cozy, or would you like to get out. I can help you.” He says. “Please help. I need out of here.” I plead. “I’ll help you but you have to hurry. Most of the walkers at having a feeding frenzy at the horse. Go out the top and go left. There’s less walkers there. I’ll cover you from where I’m at. Theres an ally as soon as you get off. Go down it and theres a fire escape there. I’ll meet you there! Hurry.” He says quickly. I drop the radio and I grab the bag of guns and I open the top hatch. I crawl to the left like he says and I run. I don’t stop until I almost run into a man. “Not dead! Not dead! Whoa. You’re female. Forget it. Follow me.” He climbs the ladder and I follow behind him. We get to the roof and he turns to me. “What were you thinking coming into town on a horse?” He asks. “I’ve been in a coma for months apparently. I was told to come into the city because the man didn’t know if it was over run yet.” I say out of breath.  “Well you were smart not to use your gun,” He says. “I’m Remus.”  “Melissa. Nice to meet you.” I put my hand out. He shakes it and we catch our breaths from the running. I take a look at him. Wow he is very handsome. Maybe he will help me find my family.  “Come on I’ll introduce you to some of my group.” He says nodding toward a door. “Thank you.” I say following him. He walk down a hallway until we see a couple people. A woman turns and sees us.  “Remus. Is this the dumbass who brought the horde over to us,” She asks glaring at me. “Relax Andrea-”  I take off my Sheriffs Deputy’s hat and my long hair falls down, “I’m sorry ma’am. I didn’t know the city was full of them. I’ve been in a coma for awhile and Just woke up yesterday.”  Her eyes get wide when she sees I’m a woman and a Sheriffs Deputy. “Are you really a cop?” She asks. “Yes ma’am. Over in Hogwarts County.” I admit. “You lead the walkers right to our vehicle!” She snaps. “i’m sorry.” I say looking away. “Andrea stop. Well figure out a way out of this.” Remus says to her. She rolls her eyes and walks away from me. I look out the door.  “Wait. Someone told me that the walkers can’t tell the difference between us but our smell right?” I say “I guess so. They smell dead, we don’t” Remus says confused a little bit. I walk straight to the back door Remus and I were near. I grab a hatchet from the ground and I walk out the door. “Where are you going?” Remus whispers after me. I see a couple walkers and I bring the hatchet it down on one of there heads. He falls dead. I turn to Remus.  “We gotta make it so they can’t smell us,” I smirk at him. All his friends run out to us. “We have a problem. Theres walkers everywhere near the car and the front door. They’re close to breaking in.” Andrea says toward us.  “Do we have any ponchos or tarps?” I ask kneeling down next to the dead walker. “Yeah here.” A man says handing me some ponchos that were in his bag.  “Remus wanna help me?” I ask holding out a poncho. “Oh god. You’re not doing what I think what you’re doing.” he says as i put the poncho on. “Yep.” I say swinging the hatchet up and back down onto the walkers chest. Blood flies everywhere.  Remus gags a little but puts the poncho on. We cover ourselves in the blood and guts as everyone gives us weird looks. I turn to Andrea.  “Get everyone to the door toward the other side of the building. We’ll get the van over there.” I say standing up putting my hat back on. I hand the gentleman my bag of guns. It fully closed so they don’t know whats in it. “Who put you in charge?” She asks. “Me when I came up with a plan and you didn’t” I say and i look at Remus. “Ready?” He nods and we walk down the ally way, passing a bunch of walkers slowly. Walkers look at us and keep walking. Remus smiles over at me and we make it to the van. Remus gets in the drivers seat after taking off his poncho. I take mine off and I get in the back. Remus drives over to the ally I talked about and everyone gets in. We start driving past walkers making it our safe. “Thanks for helping us back there. I’m Arthur.” the gentlemen from before says putting his hand out. “Melissa. Nice to meet you” I say shaking his hand. He hands me my bag back and there was also one more female and male with them. Theres Jackie and Michael.  Another hour later we will up to a camp sight in the mountains and everyone but me gets out. I sigh to myself. I have to find my family. I hear Arthur talking to someone and then I hear, “Walker Girl. Come on out.” I step out of the van and walk forward. “This is my wife, Molly. Molly this is-” “Aunt Mel!!” I hear someone yell. I turn and I see Harry run toward me. “Harry” I whisper and kneel. He runs straight into my arms and I fall backward holding him. “I was searching everywhere for you,” I whisper.  “I missed you!” He whispers back. I stand up with him in my arms. I look up and see James and Lily looking toward me with shocked looks on their faces. I put Harry down and I run toward them. “James!” I yell.  “Mel!” He yells. I jump into his arms. I wrap my legs and arms around him. I’m finally with my brother. He hugs me tightly to him. I drop my legs to the ground pulling from the hug. “I can’t believe you’re here.” He whispers. I wipe my eyes not realizing I was crying. This was the longest I’ve been away from my Twin brother. We were always side by side. The longest we were apart was when he had his honeymoon. I turn to Lily and smile. “Hey Lil.” She smiles and wipes her eyes. “Move James. Its my turn,” She lightly pushes him and hugs me. We pull away from the hug and giggle. I turn around and look for Remus. He’s watching us with a smile on his face. “Thank you,” I mouth. All he does is smile at me. I turn back to my family and I look down at Harry and smile. I found them.

Thank you for reading. Like I said above please comment or message me letting me know what you think. If no one likes it, I won’t continue to write it. I can write the other concept. 

[gdwessel]

G1 Supercard - 4/6/2019; Wrestling Dontaku Tour: Featured Matches, Tanahashi & Tenzan Injured; Nagata/Kojima in Crockett Cup; This Week’s NJPW on AXS

Yes, hi, hello. It’s been a bit. After two twelve-hour drives, five wrestling shows (which is apparently NOT ENOUGH judging by how many shows some people attended, or WORKED, during Mania Weekend), and a brush with death (I’ll explain next time I record), I needed to recover a bit. I’m still kinda half-assing it now, since I won’t be going through the full lineups for Wrestling Dontaku in this post. But youse all can forgive me, right? Anyway, let’s start with the whole reason I went to NYC...

(And hey, you can also listen to me do a podblast on Pro Wrestling Only about the event!)

ROH/NJPW G1 Supercard - 4/6/2019, Madison Square Garden, NYC (NJPWWorld / PPV)

Honor Rumble: Kenny King d. Jushin Thunder Liger, Great Muta [Wrestle-1], TK O’Ryan, Vinny Marseglia, Tomohiro Ishii [CHAOS], King Haku [Bullet Club], Cheeseburger, Minoru Suzuki [SZKG], Hirooki Goto [CHAOS], Jonathan Gresham, Toru Yano [CHAOS], Colt Cabana, Delirious, Bad Luck Fale [Bullet Club], YOSHI-HASHI [CHAOS], Rocky Romero [CHAOS], PJ Black, Tracy Williams [Lifeblood], Brian Milonas, Chase Owens [Bullet Club], Will Ferrara, Ryusuke Taguchi, Shingo Takagi [Los Ingobernables], Rhett Titus, SHO [CHAOS], YOH [CHAOS], Shaheem Ali, LSG, BUSHI [Los Ingobernables], Beer City Brusier (42;21, OTTR)

NEVER Openweight Championship & ROH World Television Championship Title v. Title: Jeff Cobb [FREE] © d. Will Ospreay [CHAOS] © (Tour Of The Islands, 12:52) - Ospreay fails his 2nd defense - Cobb succeeds his 6th defense, and is the 24th NEVER Openweight Champion

Rush [Los Ingobernables] d. Dalton Castle (Skewer Dropkick, 0:15)

Women of Honor World Championship: Kelly Klein d. Mayu Iwatani [STARDOM] © (K Power, 10:38) - Iwatani fails her 3rd defense - Klein is the 4th champion

NYC Street Fight Open Challenge: Juice Robinson [Lifeblood], Flip Gordon & Mark Haskins [Lifeblood] d. Bully Ray, Silas Young & Shane Taylor (Gordon > Bully, Four Flippy Splash, 15:01)

IWGP Junior Heavyweight Championship 3-Way Match: Dragon Lee [CMLL] d. Taiji Ishimori [Bullet Club] © & Bandido [Lifeblood] (Lee > Bandido, Desnucadora, 8:54) - Ishimori fails his 3rd defense - Dragon Lee is the 84th champion

IWGP Heavyweight Tag Team v. ROH World Tag Team Championships Title v. Title 4-Way Match: Tama Tonga & Tanga Loa [Bullet Club] © d. PCO & Brody King [Villain Enterprises] ©, EVIL & SANADA [Los Ingobernables] and Jay & Mark Briscoe (Loa > King, Super Powerbomb, 9:54) - Guerillas of Destiny succeed their 1st defense - PCO/King fail their first defense; Guerrilas of Destiny are the 54th ROH World Tag Team champions

RevPro Undisputed British Heavyweight Championship: Zack Sabre Jr. [SZKG] © d. Hiroshi Tanahashi (Jim Breaks Armbar, 15:14) - Sabre succeeds his ? defense

IWGP Intercontinental Championship: Kota Ibushi d. Tetsuya Naito [Los Ingobernables] © (Kamigoye, 20:53) - Naito fails his 2nd defense - Ibushi is the 21st champion

ROH World Championship 3-Way Ladder Match: Matt Taven d. Jay Lethal © & Marty Scurll [Villain Enterprises] (29:35) - Lethal fails his 13th defense - Taven is the 21st champion

IWGP Heavyweight Championship: Kazuchika Okada [CHAOS] d. Jay White [Bullet Club] © (Rainmaker, 32:33) - White fails his 1st defense - Okada is the 69th champion

Hoo wee, a lot to unpack here. This actually ran longer than Wrestle Kingdom 13. And it did feel every bit of that towards the end, sitting in MSG, I have to say. But this was a great show, and for being the last show I saw this weekend, it was a great way to end my Mania Weekend.

Which isn’t to say there are some major questions here. Like, was this the right move to take titles off White and Naito? Both are VERY over in their respective roles, Naito the only NJPW wrestler to get pre-match chants, White clearly the most hated heel in NJPW, both in Japan AND America. While Ibushi in his first championship as a contracted wrestler offers fresh title matches, Okada retaking the belt does not. And they were in the midst of an angle whereby Naito wanted to win the IWGP Heavyweight title while still IC champion. So that was... a waste of time and energy? Neither of which says the matches were not good, because both of them were. Just not sure of the results.

Tanahashi got injured, maybe by that Jim Breaks Armbar? So he is out of the next tour. So is Hiroyoshi Tenzan, which, not sure how he got injured considering he didn’t work this show. Maybe it happened during the New Japan Cup tour, or whilst in training. 

The Guerrillas of Destiny are now double-champions, however their belts were stolen by Toru Yano at the conclusion of the match. Not that anyone in MSG actually noticed, because everyone’s attention was on the (what we now know to be worked) crowd invasion by fucking Enzo & Cass. I really don’t want to spend too much time on those two scumfucks. MSG let their feelings known in no uncertain terms, however. As did many of the wrestlers, like, true to form, Tama Tonga. This was a recurring theme, of Ring Of Honor really not reading the room, and having such shitty booking decisions. The Women of Honor match was patently Not Good, and a waste of Mayu Iwatani’s talents; this goes double for the Beautiful People appearing at the end, to absolute crickets in MSG. Kenny King robbing both Jushin Thunder Liger and the absolute surprise entrant THE GREAT MUTA (yes, I absolutely did lose my shit seeing him at this show, why do you ask?) of an MSG moment (Muta did spit red mist in King’s face tho). A streetfight clusterfuck that became a 6-man match to put over Herb Gordon. The way too long ladder match. ROH stinks, folks. Stop watching them. They are awful. The only thing  on their end that was remotely good was Rush destroying Dalton Castle, but Dalton is either turning heel or leaving the company, following his attacks on The Boys. But yeah, this show made it crystal clear that NJPW are way better off without fucking around with Sinclair Broadcasting Group, especially if they are going to hire scumbags like Enzo Amore.

Dragon Lee finally wins the IWGP Junior Heavyweight title! That was a bit of a shocker. So was Ospreay ending his Giant Killer push by losing the NEVER title to a much deserving Jeff Cobb. Real happy he finally has an NJPW title.

Long story short, I really did enjoy this show, but mostly by ignoring the ROH content. I also had a wonderful weekend, where I met quite a lot of people, both regular folk and wrestlers (ZSJ! Shibata! Chinsuke Nakamura! Jiro “Ikemen” Kuroshio!), saw friends and co-hosts, ate some great food, and saw some awesome wrestling. Including the RevPro show on Friday, which had a lot of NJPW guys, but I don’t have the energy to go over that now. And what’s passed, is past. Time to look into the future yo...

This Saturday (my 46th birthday!), we begin the cycle of shows leading in to Wrestling Dontaku, which will be a 2-day event once again. I don’t have the energy to enter in the full tour cards right now. I will get to that tomorrow/Friday when I do a new Upcoming Events post. But I can go over some of the feature matches...

On 4/20, we will have Sengoku Lord in Nagoya, at Aichi Prefectural Gymnasium. Two title defenses on this show, as Kota Ibushi will make his first defense of the IWGP Intercontinental title against Zack Sabre Jr., who of course beat Ibushi during the New Japan Cup. Also on this show, Juice Robinson will defend the IWGP US belt against Bad Luck Fale.

Another title match takes place on 4/29, at the annual Wrestling Hi no Kuni  event in Kumamoto. Here, GOD will defend the IWGP Heavyweight Tag Team straps against the Most Violent Players, Togi Makabe & Toru Yano. The main event of this show is a special singles match between Hirooki Goto v. Jay White. Not sure why, but here we are. There will also be a special singles, non-title match (if Juice retains on 4/20) between Juice v. Chase Owens.

The first day of Wrestling Dontaku, on 5/3 in Fukuoka, has the first time the IWGP Junior Heavyweight title is a main event match for a megashow in... a long time. (Someone tweeted when the last time was, and I didn’t save it, and I can’t fathom looking right now.) Dragon Lee makes his 1st defense against the previous champion, Taiji Ishimori. That ought to be good. Also, Jeff Cobb makes his first defense of the NEVER Openweight title against Suzuki-gun’s Taichi. And only that belt.

The following day, on 5/4, sees Kazuchika Okada make his first defense of the IWGP Heavyweight title against LIJ’s SANADA. Those three have had great matches before, including the recent New Japan Cup Final. They are also advertising a special singles match between Tomohiro Ishii v. EVIL, as well as a tag match that sees Dragon Lee & Will Ospreay team v. Taiji Ishimori & an X wrestler. Not sure why they are going the X route when we all know it’s El Phantasmo. 

As I said above, I will list all cards tomorrow or Friday in an Upcoming Events post.

Meanwhile, the brackets have been announced for the 2019 Crockett Cup tag team tournament, taking place on 4/27/2019 at Cabarrus Arena in Concord, NC. NJPW will be sending over the team of Yuji Nagata & Satoshi Kojima to this event; one assumed it would have been TenKoji were Tenzan not injured. They will face the recently dethroned ROH World Tag Team champions PCO & Brody King in their matchup. Should Nagata/Kojima win, they will face the winners of The Briscoe Brothers v. The Rock’n’Roll Express. Yes, you read that right. Over in the other block, an ROH team of Herb Gordon & Bandido (poor Bandido) goes up against a CMLL tandem of Stuka Jr. & Guerrero Maya Jr., whilst the War Kings (Jax Dane & Crimson) face off against the winner of a Wild Card Battle Royale that will take place during this show. This event will also have an NWA World’s Heavyweight title defense by Nick Aldis v. Marty Scurll. 

Finally, NJPW on AXS has a 2-hour special this week, with matches from G1 Supercard just last weekend. The advertised matches are the IWGP Heavyweight and Intercontinental matches. You can scroll above to see who is in those. Show starts at 8pm EDT / 7pm CDT.

And that’s it. I’m still recovering, so off to bed with this old man. Tour starts Saturday. Happy to be back. Hope you enjoyed the G1 Supercard, and anything else you watched during Mania Weekend. Come back for the Road to Wrestling Dontaku!

[dsmroleplay]

#HelpingOutAFriend #DSM #SPN #RP Part Five

Co-written by @DemonHunterDw & @HuntressJo_Rp

Jo giggles with her shoulders moving. “No, I'm not. Aren't you forever Twenty one like me *She jokes. Look I don't see any of us with wrinkles or grey hairs just yet. I think we could try and have some fun. That's cute about you and Sam. Who's had the idea to play Mini cup Golf? I just hope the oldest ones won't show us up with them being good. Sound like we would get you are areal Golf stick to let you try. To see how go your aim is. *She chuckles*

Dean  It was mine. Sam was bored and there wasn’t much to do. Hey, I will give it a try. When do you have a day off?

Jo was looking forward to seeing what else you can come up with. I'm free tomorrow if that not too soon. I Was going to unpack but I could work around those boxes for a few days.

Dean  Well it wouldn’t take all day. So you could do both. Well, tomorrow it is then. I should go and let you get some rest.

Jo - Okay, sound like a fun day out tomorrow. Do you want to text me tomorrow with a time? only if you are sure. Can I make you up a doggy bag with the leftovers?

Dean - How about you let me know when is good for you? I’m just going to sit in front of the tv and watch movies. A doggy bag would be great. -Wide grin.- This place has a security system right? -Just thinking about her safety.-

Jo started collecting in the leftovers. Taking them over to the counter to unpack a few new containers to empty the leftover to make Dean a doggy back. Walking back to meet him at the table. Smiling looking at him. *Yes, can't wait for tomorrow. Yeah, I think you are right. I’ll text you tomorrow. I hope I won't be interrupting anything special with you and your tv. Right now it's only me in the way of security. I'm getting my security install in the next two days. Don't worry I'll be fine. I do know how to defend myself.

Dean, I'll see you tomorrow then. Thanks for the food and company. -Walks out and drives back to his apartment to crash.-

Jo smiled and watched him leave. The first few hours in her ken place's been pretty good. Now its time to get this place arranged in my way. Locking up and walking to the kitchen to begin to clean up.

The next day

Jo started unpacking the last of the boxes. With her home almost ready apart from the security and the new gym equipment, she had the ordered to be set up. She was feeling good and her head was in the right place. When she moved into her bedroom to look for her phone. Sitting on her bed with q smile on her face. She was happy and blissful yo where her life was going. When she took her phone from the extension cable. To type up a text to send to Dean.  “Hello, Dean. How are you doing? Thank you again for dinner last night. I really enjoy our dinner. I hope you got home okay.”She hopes her text wasn't too lame because she only really text people she works with over hunts or her extended family with Colt kids.

Dean was sitting on the couch he was drinking a beer and watching a movie on the tv when his phone lit up. He picked it up and read. He smiled, Jo was nice and he liked her. Texting back.- Same here, hope everything is going good your way.

Jo wasn't trying to be a girlie girl waiting on a text to come back. Watching her phone. She sat on her bed. Putting down her rug while waiting for a responded she hope would come. She liked Dean a lot but was scared deep down. When she heard a beep from her phone. She jumped up from her knees to sat on the bed. Reading the text and waited a few minutes before texting back. “ Yes, everything is going well. I've been bust unpacking and getting this place sorted. What have you been up too since you left? Anything fun?”

Dean Text back. I’ve been watching all the Star Wars movies. I love Chewy, he’s awesome.

Jo smiled and giggled at his text. - Aww. I think I know who that is. I'm not a huge fan of television as I don't normally watch tv much. do you like him and would you dress up as him at a costume party?

Dean Texts back.- What kind of American are you??? You don’t know who chewy is, hell yeah I’d proudly be Chewy for a party. -Attaches a picture.-

Jo Text back - the best kind of American Dean. Just not a geeky one. -She chuckles at the photo. I bet you will be hot in that costume?

Dean Texts back.- I’m offended. If I’m a geek this you’re a Queen Geek. Hot tamale for sure.

Jo TB - I’m sorry but you are a sexy geek with it comes to your movies talk. Maybe we can watch a movie about that Sometimes and you can teach me? Queen geek, she laughed at his words. What can I say I like /Hot/ things?

Dean Read her text and cracks up.- Are you flirting with me Harvelle? Cause it sure looks like it.

Jo TB - Maybe, it's up to you to find out for sure Winchester. She laughed.

DeanTexts her back.- Hell no. You shut me down last night. If we kiss again you’ll have to be the one who starts it. -Smirks.-

Jo  TB Aww Dean. That's was a surprise from you that I wasn't expecting. How about a bow you a kiss to you? If you can remember this?

Dean - Not fair. I don’t remember it. -To sad, he can’t go there

Jo  It was when I met you for the first time. When you came through the rift.

Dean - I know. But I don’t want to talk about it. -Pouts.-

Jo - Okay. Do you want me to come over?

Dean - -Texts back.- Yeah.

Jo Text him again. - what's your address. I don't know where you are? And I will come over with a pie too.

Dean - Texts her back.- And beer. 1650 Emerald St.

[amwritingmeta]

dean said cas to stop being their nurse. what’s wrong in that? this is how people show their love - for protect and support someone you are loved. it’s like dean with his sam - yeah, they are more codependent but the same reason - take care, show love. and dean has nothing like "this is wrong". so why he told that to cas? he doesn’t need his help bc cas blundered? Or he doesn’t care at all? I can’t believe in that tbh

Hello, my dearest darlingest Anon!

I believe that you’re referring to the scene in 12x19 when Dean tells Cas off for acting like their “babysitter”? 

This comment comes off of Cas explaining his reasons for not contacting them when –>

a) he went off piste and decided to bring Kelly to Heaven instead of shooting her with the stolen borrowed Colt

b) his truck broke down and he knew he needed help

And Cas’ foremost reason for not contacting them is that he believes Kelly and the baby - because they’re an extension of Lucifer being free from the cage - are his responsibility. 

A sentiment he’s stated more than once throughout S12. 

A sentiment rooted in his need to feel useful and to have a purpose. 

This need, in turn, rooted in the fact that, at this moment in time, he’s never felt more lost or uncertain of where he truly belongs, feeling like he doesn’t belong anywhere, like he doesn’t even know who he is anymore, loving Dean with all his heart and feeling no hope that the love will ever be returned he’s drifting, without any anchor whatsoever.

Of course, Dean then doesn’t help the situation when he negates Cas’ biggest motivator and dismisses it as though it’s really all in Cas’ own head: protecting them isn’t his job.

Dean is right, of course. It was never his job. He made them his job, he interpreted his orders to protect them in a way that would justify staying close to them and I think that’s underlined in 7x21 when he tries to stop Hester from hurting the brothers by saying “Please, they’re the ones we were put here to protect” and Hester replies simply with a “No, Castiel”. 

And that’s the truth.

Cas has extended his order to bring Dean out of hell and secure Michael’s vessel to protecting the brothers against all odds. Because he’s falling in love with Dean, and he can’t make sense of that emotion.

This has made him dress himself as the hammer and assign all his worth to that role because, again and again, it’s underlined the brothers only call on him for angelic assistance. The problem is, again, miscommunication, because throughout S12 Sam finally, and very vocally and earnestly, contradicts Cas every single time he says that Lucifer is his responsibility. Sam is the one to repeatedly tell Cas he’s wrong in S12, they’re in it together, and he should come to them for help.

But Sam isn’t the person who needs to say it.

Dean agrees, but he agrees in vague ways, like being pissed off - which to our literal angel is the same as negating Sam’s words or being nothing but hyper critical of Cas’ opinion, which for our as-stubborn-as-Dean-Winchester Cas more or less means he’ll just dig his heels down even deeper - or Dean agrees by saying stuff that only underline Cas’ belief that Dean can’t possibly see any real worth in him. That he’s a liability. And expendable. Only useful for the powers he brings to the fight.

This is in 12x23, of course, where they’re together, TFW about to assemble, but instead of there being a sense of team spirit, Cas gets a Dean who barges in, takes over and then asks if he still has the immense power that killed a Prince of Hell.

In 12x19 they finally begin to open up the doors to open communication during the Mixtape Exchange, but that episode is titled The Future and I believe that cornerstone was placed there to show what they’re working towards. That scene is a beautiful study of body language because both of these actors are remarkably attuned to using it as a tool of expression. And that’s more or less the basis for the entire Destiel narrative because it’s so much in the subtext of how these two interact with each other. 

That’s how you build a will-they-won’t-they, btw. No matter the genders involved. There has to be a dance of long looks and glances when the other isn’t looking. There has to be stuff neither one says out loud. There HAS to be miscommunication because complete honesty takes away the obstacles and without obstacles there’s no character growth and there’s absolutely no fucking intrigue to following the progression of the love story.

But now I digress.

So if 12x19 gives a cornerstone to open communication, then why don’t they keep building on that? They are, and they will. Moments of misunderstanding - like this one in 12x23 where Dean is more or less hinging their survival on whether Cas still has the power up juices flowing through him (look at Cas’ face - it hurts him!) - are more or less essential at this juncture, and these misunderstandings stem from the fact that these two men care so much about what the other thinks of them that they can’t stand the thought of disappointing the other, or failing them in any way, neither understanding that how they feel the other can’t disappoint them or fail them no matter what they do is how BOTH OF THEM FEEL ABOUT EACH OTHER! 

(dance my pretties dance!)

There is all the love here, darling Anon, don’t you fret!

The reason Dean tells Cas that he isn’t their babysitter comes from Dean’s conviction that Cas still thinks of himself as their protector foremost, like he stated out loud and unequivocally in 7x21. That statement came as a horrified surprise to Dean back then, because that was Dean’s biggest fear, wasn’t it? That Cas was one of those angels that, when they try to care, it ends up breaking them apart? 

That’s how he views Cas’ choices and sacrifices by the end of S7: they’re breaking Cas apart and Cas made them because he cares.

The problem for Dean is that he’s wanted to humanise Cas - to make him CARE - almost from the moment their story began: giving him his nickname is just the beginning. Why did he do that? 

Because Dean Winchester is a control freak, plain and simple. 

I don’t believe it’s love at first sight with these two. It’s attraction at first sight for Dean (that I do believe), but Dean is out of his depth with Cas and he has an immediate need to bring him down to Earth. To make him feel like an equal. Possibly even an inferior.

Which is why, at least this is my interpretation of it, whenever he gets to put Cas in a tight spot doing human things - such as taking Cas to a den of iniquity - Dean is practically bouncing in his seat from having the upper hand completely and irrevocably.

S12, however, does a lot to tell us that much has changed since S7, including how the brothers view Cas and his choices and his sacrifices. 

In 12x10, after the whole Ishim incident, Sam tells Cas that Cas may have changed, but it’s for the better. And Dean voices support as well, telling Cas he’s not weak, like Ishim proclaimed him to be.

So for Cas, nine episodes later, to come off as though he still considers himself the brothers angelic protector rubs Dean the wrong way. He doesn’t want Cas to feel like he has to protect them because he’s not their defender, he’s not the hammer: he’s their friend and brother in arms and worth a helluva lot more than whatever responsibility he feels like placing on his own two shoulders. 

(Also Dean is completely in love with him and, I’d argue, is subtly terrified that Cas still, after all these years, is so much an angel that whatever that “I love you” in 12x12 was, it sure as hell didn’t mean Cas is in love with him, because Dean’s still nothing more than a mere ward for Cas, someone he feels responsible for, someone he’s formed a bond with, sure, but a bond that never could be romantic based on how they’re from two so completely different worlds - hence the mixtape from Dean, as he tries to over-subtly test the waters)

So, you see? Dean telling Cas off for acting like he protects them by excluding them comes from a place of love.

“You, me, and Sam - we’re just better together.”

Dean tries to convince Cas with this statement, but the Mixtape Exchange is a Destiel scene, and Cas is done now, after having said “I love you” out loud, no matter how vaguely, to pretend like he doesn’t want more. That’s why he gestures between him and Dean when he says “We?” and Dean ruins it when he says “Yes, we. You, me… and Sam.” Unable to give Cas more than his little finger and leaving Cas thinking that, after all is said and done, Dean Winchester does not love him back. And again, neither is stating the whole truth, nothing but the truth, so help them Chuck - dancing around each other for this fear of rejection, this fear that stems in the feeling that they’re really not worthy of the other’s love.

There is a complex web of emotion that these men are stuck in, and I, for one, cannot wait to watch it slowly detangle.

And Dean cares. Oh, he cares.

Looooooook at his faaaaaaaace! :)

xx

[junker-town]

‘Twas the night before Christmas in the NFL

Photo by Douglas Stringer/Icon Sportswire via Getty Images

A dramatic retelling of the season that was.

In honor of the holidays, I thought it apropos to open with a classic poem, updated for you, the football-loving reader.

‘Twas football before Christmas and all through the league Le’Veon Bell wore Steelers colors, as his combat fatigues

. @LeVeonBell arrives in Steeler colors. pic.twitter.com/nyj3iT8MC7

— Anthony Biase (@AnthonyBiase) December 22, 2019

Patriots hung stockings by NFL offices with care, In hopes the commish would ignore a new video affair.

The Browns were nestled all snug in another losing season, But this year they’re more salty, and Pittsburgh’s the reason. Jalen Ramsey to Rams, Jaguars with picks, Settled in for the draft hoping this time it sticks.

When out in Oakland the Raiders arose such a clatter. It’s Antonio Brown, and the less said the better. Away to the Meadowlands fans flew like a flash Eli Manning is back, and still kinda sucked ass.

The moon shined bright as the playoffs drew near Ryan Tannehill’s comeback was story of the year, But “what’s that?” children cried, running to windows with glee “It’s Lamar Jackson!” Absolute lock, runaway MVP.

The young, spritely quarterback so nimble and quick, Exposing old takes, making sportswriters sick. They amended their tweets in blind hope to retrieve, Their two-year-old talk all he could do was receive.

“Now Heisman! Now Maxwell! Now Walter Camp and Big Season! On Raven! On Harbaugh! On touchdowns that defy all reason To the top of the pile, To the end of the zone Even when I’m away this field feels like home!”

He sprang to his sleigh, to give his team a whistle, Chasing defenders broke ankles as if stepping on thistle I heard him exclaim as he ran out of sight,

“Happy season to all, the Ravens’ future is bright!”

And with that, let’s go around the league.

2019: Year of the Big Men.

Nothing in this world is more enjoyable than a big man touchdown, and Sunday gave us our SIXTH large lad score of the year, this time from Christian Wilkins of the Miami Dolphins.

BIG MAN TD IN MIAMI #FinsUp That’s the rookie DE Christian Wilkins! #CINvsMIA : CBS : NFL app // Yahoo Sports app Watch free on mobile: https://t.co/csMF3GLW6Z pic.twitter.com/PyDTUI2BQ2

— NFL (@NFL) December 22, 2019

This was less than 24 hours after the Bills found a way to make Dion Dawkins catch a pass.

DION. DAWKINS. #BUFvsNE | #GoBills pic.twitter.com/dLGw0PQx9q

— Buffalo Bills (@BuffaloBills) December 21, 2019

Nothing in this world would make me happier than if big men scoring touchdowns become the new craze to sweep the NFL. Remember when everyone installed a wildcat package when the Dolphins ran it so well? It’s kinda like that, but with big dudes.

If we don’t have 20 big man touchdowns like this by December of 2020, I’ll be upset.

The holiday spirit shines brightest out of a middle finger.

This was the most flipping-offingest week of the year.

Then Vernon Butler flipped off a fan LMAOOOOO pic.twitter.com/kDTGJvg3xm

— Decaf Metcalf ☕ (@FTBeard11) December 22, 2019

Vernon Butler got ejected for becoming angry at a player, then punching the wrong one. So yeah, tossing him was understandable. Then he was booed into oblivion by Colts fans and flipped them off because reasons, I guess.

Things seem to be going well in Cleveland. pic.twitter.com/93oWjJbnSh

— Rory Cooper (@rorycooper) December 22, 2019

This Browns fan is a Browns fan. Also understandable.

No, they’re saying “Boo-urns.”

#Chargers booed coming out of the tunnel for one final time in Carson pic.twitter.com/1xRGuv0uDw

— Daniel Popper (@danielrpopper) December 22, 2019

I’m assuming these are some hating-ass Raiders fans invading the Carson stadium, and not some upset Chargers fans bitter over the way the season has gone. Either way, it’s sad, beautiful, and everything in between all at the same time.

Will Grier is not Cam Newton either.

No way he got this.#Colts#KeepPounding#CARvsIND pic.twitter.com/epzpiI0zXG

— Chris Shepherd (@NFLscheme) December 22, 2019

I’m sure you can chalk this up to youthful exuberance and a rookie brain fart, but I like to imagine Will Grier saw a quarterback sneak opportunity and was like, “I’ll do it like Cam!” Really, that’s the only justification I have for him going chest-first into the pile like there was ever any hope of him picking up the first.

Grier continued the Carolina quarterbacking tradition of “everyone is terrible but Cam Newton,” once again proving the Panthers need to keep Cam Newton.

Hello darkness, my old friend ...

we really made the Super Bowl last season and now we're not even making playoffs pic.twitter.com/0pQgzrWWGf

— SB Nation (@SBNation) December 22, 2019

Broken tanks.

We had a veritable smorgasbord of tank-offs in the NFL this week and nobody wanted to lose. The Bengals, Dolphins, Giants and Washington all own picks in the top five of the draft, and found themselves playing each other.

Conventional wisdom says that in this situation, the teams would be trying their darndest to screw it all up and get the highest pick. Instead we got this:

Hang this in the Louvre pic.twitter.com/TN8hplOoJK

— Nora Princiotti (@NoraPrinciotti) December 22, 2019

Two games, both 35-35 ties at the end of regulation, all going to overtime. In a perfect world we’d have gotten double ties too — just to punctuate the absurdity of it all. But the Giants and Dolphins decided to win and ruin all the fun.

That said, damn we need to appreciate just how hard Andy Dalton worked to try and get the Bengals a win. I can’t imagine what it’s like for a longtime quarterback to see fans fawning over the No. 1 pick right in front of you. But obviously Dalton decided this meant doing his all to try ensure that doesn’t happen, and who doesn’t love a good revenge story?

The Bengals were down 35-19 with 33 seconds left in the game when Dalton decided to go Super Saiyan, throwing two touchdowns and converting two two-point conversions in less time that it took me to conceive, and type, this sentence.

It was ridiculous, fun, and everything neither the Bengals, nor Dolphins, have been this season. As a result of the loss, the Bengals have now secured the No. 1 pick in the draft.

The NFC West is still the wackiest division in football.

Only the NFC West could produce a Super Bowl team in 2018 that then doesn’t make the playoffs. It’s also produced two of the best teams in football (49ers and Seahawks), only to have Seattle lose to the lowly Arizona Cardinals while we’re just a week removed from the 49ers losing to the Falcons.

Nothing is easy in the NFC West, and I enjoy watching the division do its best to eat itself like Pizza the Hut each week.

Sunday Night Football thought of the week:

The Bears are going to get dragged for the next 20 years for taking Mitchell Trubisky over Patrick Mahomes, and there is nothing anyone can do about it.

[hekate1308]

Showdown

There will be one more story after this. Enjoy!

Today’s the day.

Mary has finally figured it out. Certain markings were missing.

And now...            

Now the Colt works. She can feel it in her bones.

She’s tempted to summon the demon and get it over with, but she’s come to the conclusion it won’t work. They had him under their control, and it brought them nothing.

No. She has to execute him in front of her sons. They have to watch him die. They have to understand.

Right afterwards, she’ll kill the angel.

She only hopes it will be enough to wake them up.

If not...

She’ll find a way. She knows that.

Today’s the day.

They have been working towards this for years, even if they didn’t know it at first.

The first day of the new world, if all works out the want they want it to.

They are up before sunrise.

The war room is busy. Every single one of them is coordinating some other group, even Matan, who certainly sounds more human with each passing day.

Thinking of Crowley, Dean wonders if that’s just part of becoming their friend now.

Or rather, he would wonder if he had time.

“Thanks, Garth. Keep us posted, will you?”

“Oh don’t worry Dean. We will.”

There’s the excitement of the hunter in his voice. Dean knows that only too well.

As he hangs up, he hears the end of Crowley’s talk with Mel.

“Do not worry. The spirits of the bayou will catch them.”

“Thank you, mistress of the waves.”

“Anything for you, my King”.

Crowley catches Dean’s eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that. I may be many things, but I am not a cheater.”

“Stay calm, I’m just glad they are dealing with that branch.”

“Tell yourself that, Squirrel.”

He shakes his head.

He should be tense, he knows that. This should feel just like their other many desperate save-the-world missions.

Only it doesn’t.

Because this time the world is on their side.

Only the enemy doesn’t know it yet.

So far, it looks like they’ve got all the bases covered.

They will never know what hit them.

The big one, though – Dr. Hess and Mary – they will deal with themselves.

Crowley will bring them as close as he can, then wait on the sidelines (which he has been complaining endlessly about, for the record). They have no idea what’s inside their, maybe waiting to put the demon under their control again.

If Rowena should decide to intervene, Dean knows what he’ll do.

Mel’s waiting for them in the swimming pool

“It’s started” she says, eyes closed, listening to many voices running through the waters far away.

“Be safe”.

Her eyes open and follow Mick as they leave the room.

Crowley puts them within a mile of the base, looking angry.

“Wait an hour. If you don’t hear from us...”

“You’ll hear from me, Squirrel. Loudly.”

They have decided that Aaron and Matan will go after the many unimportant Men of Letters in the base, while the rest of the group searches for their boss and Mary. They might be together, might not. According to Crowley, they don’t like each other much.

Breaking in is almost disgustingly easy.

The Men of Letters have no idea what a good lock looks like, and Dean’s been breaking and entering since he was five.

As he has done so often, Sam gives him light, but this time, changes beacons.

While they are walking down the base’s corridors, now and then taking care of those they stumble across, something unexpected happens.  

The warding has gone down.

Crowley’s at their side in an instant. His eyes flee from one to the next, relief clearly to read on his face.

“Hello boys”.

“Crowley” Cas grunts while holding down Elton. “Would you – “

He knocks him out.

“Thank you” he says, standing up.

“Always glad to help, feathers. I’ll go first”.

Before anyone can speak against him, he sweeps past Dean.

He rolls his eyes.

Really, things are fine –

“What the – “

“Invisible ink” Mary’s voice drones from the other room. “On the ceiling. You can’t escape.”

They burst in. Mary is pointing the Colt at Crowley.

Dean’s blood runs cold.

“Mary!”

“Dean. Sam. Don’t worry, this will all be over soon.”

For a second, he’s a little boy again, scared because of nightmares.

“Mom, don’t, please...”

For a second, she hesitates.

For a second, Dean breathes.

And then her finger tightens around her finger, and her eyes grow cold, and he knows he’s not near enough and not fast enough and she’s going to shoot his friend –

A single drop of water falls down on Mary’s nose.

They will never know how this particular drop came to collect itself on that spot of this ceiling. Not even Mel will be able to explain how she could suddenly control one drop of water in the vast empty room to save her friends, the first and only time on this afternoon that she was able to penetrate the base at all.

“The world is full of secrets” she will say. “Perhaps the universe was trying to be fair”.

But Dean couldn’t care less at this moment, because it sufficiently distracts Mary so he can jump between her and Crowley.

“Dean!”

His whole family safe the woman who gave birth to him shouting his name, Crowley included, almost makes him stop. But only almost.

“Mary, put it down.”

“Move out of the way.”

“Mary...”

“Dean. I am doing this...”

“For us, I know” he snaps. “But here’s the deal: Crowley has done more for us than you can ever imagine. He’s a friend. And I am not moving. You want to kill him – you have to kill me first.”

He thought she could no longer hurt him. He believed he had long ago let go of ever delusion he still held regarding his mother.

Dean’s proven wrong when she glances towards Sam and he realizes that she’s contemplating sacrificing him to reach her goal.

“Dean, move away!”

It’s not Mary who orders him to do it.

It’s Crowley.

“Not freaking likely.”

“It’s not a request, Squirrel!”

“And since when do I take orders from you?”

Mary is following their exchange, wide-eyed but determined.

“It’s not difficult, Mummy Winchester! Just move to the side!”

Oh God, Crowley is actually telling her how to shoot best without harming him in the process.

“Mary” Dean says slowly, taking a step towards her. Then another.

“If you think I will allow you to shoot my best friend... and then the man I love... while I just stand by, pull the trigger. I know you’ve already thought about it. Go ahead. Because while I am alive, you are not going to harm a hair on their heads...”

He’s still walking towards this woman he doesn’t know, has never known. He’s still walking towards his mother, the one he fought more than half his life to avenge. He’s still walking towards Mary, the woman who has sworn to destroy what he holds most dear in this world.

He won’t allow her to. He’d rather die.

“Mary...”

The colt shakes.

“Mother”.

The colt starts to point down.

“Mom”.

The colt falls down on the floor.

He feels shaken and weak as he tosses it to the side.

“And I thought I was a terrible mother”.

“Rowena?” Sam exclaims.

“Who do you think destroyed the wardings?”

The witch strolls into the room.

“Don’t worry about her. I’ll make sure she doesn’t do anything”.

With a wave of her hand, the demon trap cracks and Crowley walks free.

“Go” she tells them before anyone can speak.

Dean nods at her and moves.

Crowley quickly takes care of the Men of Letters who try to approach them; and the few he doesn’t notice are easily brought down.

Dr. Hess is waiting in her office.

Dean can respect that. She knows when she’s lost.

“Mr. Winchesters”. Her eyes roam across all of them, lingering on Mick.

“Misters Winchesters.”

Mick actually laughs – a happy, carefree laugh.

“Remember Tim, Dr. Hess?” he asks.

Dean doesn’t say anything. He deserves this.

She stiffens.

“I know what you are thinking” Sam pipes up. “But we have covered all of your bases. They’re under our control now”.

“Plus we have a demon on our side, so, you know” Dean adds.

Dr. Hess answers, “But no angel.”

Dean laughs as Cas shuffles his feet, raising his blade. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that”.

“We are stronger than you. There are many more of us in England...”

“Oh, I know. Which is why we will be making contact with European hunters, don’t worry. Right now the questions is whether you are ready to work with us or not.”

“And if I don’t I die? What makes you think I care about that? I will die for my ideals. I will be a martyr.”

“Not if someone who knows what you have them do pulls the trigger” Mick announces, stepping up to Dean.

“This is my kill” he tells him.

Dean nods.

“For Timothy” he says.

“For Tim” Mick echoes.

He shoots her right between the eyes.

Dean gets a text from Aaron.

Everything under control.

Here as well, he types as an answer. They still have to check in with the rest, but he feels in his bones that for once, they are winning.

“Let’s go see our mother”.

Mary is sitting next to Rowena, looking both angry at herself and relieved when she sees them.

“Hess?”

“She’s dead”.

“I expected that. What are you planning to do to me?”

Before anyone can answer, Rowena claps her hands twice.

“I bind you. I bind you from doing harm against others and harm against yourself.”

Mary flinches.

“I have made many mistakes when it came to my children, my dear. I hated the one I should have loved better, and I almost cost him his life again just a short time ago. This is a way – a start – to make amends. Your sons should not have the painful task to decide. You’ll never be able to raise a weapon against someone or something again, unless you have to defend yourself. Truly. Don’t stage anything in the hope of getting to hunt.”

“How am I supposed to survive – “

“That will be all” Rowena decides, standing up.

“If you ever...” She trails off. “I would be glad to hear from you, Crowley.”

Her son looks at her, then slowly nods.

She leaves the room.

Dean and Sam walk up to her.

“How could you let her leave?”

“How could you point a gun at my friends?” Dean asks simply.

Mary looks down on the floor.

He crutches so he can look into her eyes.

“The world is not as scary as you think it is, Mary. Not if you allow yourself to trust certain people. I am not saying we’ll take you with us now. Or forgive you just because. But if you ever want to apologize... If you ever want to see what the future can be like... our door is open”.

He stands up.

They leave her there.

Aaron and Matan have secured every single Man of Letter they could find; with those that Crowley took out, they have fifty-nine prisoners. More than they expected.

Crowley, as promised, flies them to the secure location before they return to the mansion.

Nothing but good news waits for them.

They have them. They have all of them.

Across the continent, monsters and hunters are celebrating. Together.

Dean, standing in the war room, finds himself laughing. He laughs and laughs until he can’t anymore.

Cas takes him in his arms.

“My love?”

“I’m good. Hell, I’m great”.

He looks at the faces around him.

The man he loves. The demon who turned good. The brother who returned to him. The scared man who became a rabbi and his golem. The Man of Letters who walked away.

“I think we have something to celebrate”.

And hand in hand with the love of his life, Dean Winchester walks into the future.

[bangtan-spells]

Jungkook Scenario: Shared Fates - Part 2.

Request: Girls hello!! I love everything about this blog❤️❤️ you have no idea! Can i request jungkook being a prince? But i want something a bit different like y/n saving Jungkook? Something that is different and a little funny and romantic too! Is this too much? Maybe y/n can be a bandit and she thinks the prince is full of himself but helps him get over a difficult journey. I will be so happy if you can make this❤️

Genre: Fluff.

Part 1

-We will keep your secret, so don’t worry-

Jungkook and you looked at each other from the corner of your eyes, you didn’t know what had given him away, but the couple knew. You really didn’t want to do it, but how could you risk taking him to safety if someone knew his identity? You had a hand on your dagger, but you couldn’t bring yourself to turn around and do it, they had been too kind, they were nice people. Your breath got caught in your throat and Jungkook grabbed your wrist making you loose your grip on your dagger.

He turned slightly. -What do you know?-

They looked at each other and knew you were going to regret this, they were kind but they were fools. 

-That she’s a girl- the woman said, noticing you two were tense she had a rather nervous pitch. -But we won’t tell anyone, we know it’s best for her, for the travel-

A girl, that’s what they knew. You sighed heavily, Jungkook doing the same.

-You seem relieved- the man smiled. -Don’t worry, you’re doing the right thing, your girl there will be safer if she hides like that-

He nodded and you two went outside, not bothering correcting the man on his erroneous remark about you being Jungkook’s, all you wanted was get out of the farm as fast as you could.

That afternoon everything was going well until the cart broke. It fell in a trench and the wheels broke like crackers. Jungkook tried to fix it, which in all honesty impressed you, you wouldn’t have thought he’d be willing to collaborate on these things but he crouched down and tried to repair the cart but it was too far damaged for him or anyone to do something.

-We have to keep going, later on we will find a place to sleep, maybe find another horse, but we can’t stay here-

He agreed, you threw his fancy cape on the horse’s back which you figured would like that since the velvet would cushion the weight a bit more, you arranged the few belongings and food you carried in the saddlebags and you were ready to go. But you only had one horse.

-I’m a better rider than you, I’ll lead- you said making him snort. -What?-

-I’m a better rider, I was the best in the castle and surely I was the best in the tournaments-

You rolled your eyes. -That doesn’t mean anything, have you rode for your life after being chased by other riders?-

Jungkook narrowed his eyes and leaned to your height. -Have you fought with a sword while being chased? I can control the spear, the bow and the sword while riding a horse-

You glared at him -That doesn’t mean you are better rider- you pointed at his injured arm with your chin. -Besides, you’re wounded, can’t let the poor hurt prince ride like that-

You mounted on the horse and Jungkook was left looking at you baffled. -You know you act like I did something to you-

You didn’t look at him and just hurried him up. -I’m trying to take you safely-

He mounted behind you, the horse moving a little adjusting to the new weight, Jungkook also shifting his position until he was comfortable enough. -Don’t do me any favors-

You didn’t talk anymore for the rest of the day or night, you had to camp a bit into the woods that night to not be too close to the thieves of the road, you knew well they wiped out clean anyone who fell asleep too close to the main paths, but you barely spoke, both of you ate without sharing much than a couple “take this” or “have that”, which made you think on the recent events and what he had said. You didn’t even know why you treated him like that. 

Right he was the prince and he had much more than you or everyone one else in the reign, but was he that bad? He was applying ointment on his leg a bit too roughly so you took the chance of his distraction to observe him. He was a bit arrogant, that showed in him, but then you tended to be arrogant as well; he was notorious in the city for winning everything that could be won, could it be because of the fact that he was the prince or because he was actually good? and there was the thing about the royal family and the lack of interest towards the poor, but at the farm it was him stopping you from killing them and not the other way around. Perhaps you were wrong about him.

-What are you looking at?- he snapped making you realize that he had caught you staring. You turned your head and huffed, perhaps you weren’t wrong after all and it would be a a hell of a long fortnight to his summer castle.

You spent four more days in the same routine, just talking enough for the simple things of the ride, sleeping in the woods away from any strange eyes, resting just enough for the horse to keep his energy. You felt a bit bad for the poor animal, you didn’t know his name, but he must be exhausted about having to carry the two of you with so little rest, you really liked horses, you had had one a while ago but poor thing had died from a rare disease, you hadn’t had the money to save him or a fixed place to keep him safe, now you only borrowed one when you needed one and that was about it.

Jungkook proved himself very cooperative, helping you with the horse and picking up water when you needed, you had the blessing to find another farm that for little price had rented you a tub and enough hot water for you two, Jungkook had payed extra price for you to have it private and he had even guarded the door when it had been your turn, which made you feel odd, no one had guarded you like that while you bathed before, back in the hill you had to even be careful of the so called friends you had, you knew that at a given chance they would stare or come at you. But Jungkook just stood outside, and you found him with hand in his sword as if anyone was going to burst in at any minute and he had to be prepared to defend you.

Once again the man had mistaken you for his woman since he had seen you without the hood or the face full of mud. Jungkook on the other hand made sure to keep the hood on taking consideration that there were more people around this time. He had also diminished his remarks about him being the prince, but then you barely talked. You were still wary of him but now his presence didn’t make you feel odd, if anything you wondered now if he was healing, if he was going to stick the rest of the way with you or if he would find his own way alone.

-Do you know the name of the horse?- you asked surprising him a little, you were taking a little break by the shadow of a tree while you ate some of the food you had left.

-I don’t- he answered, looking up at the sky as he munched an apple -Shiyoung didn’t tell me-

You hummed, thinking if you should name him or if you should remain like that to not create a bond with an animal that wasn’t yours and that you’d have to let go when this was over -I miss my horse- he said suddenly followed by a sigh.

-Your charger?- you asked thinking back when you had seen the animal, a big white beast.

He nodded. -His name is Helios, I always took care of him myself so… I regret not bringing him with me-

That grabbed your attention, you’d think a prince would have a stable full of horses to pick and that all of them were very much the same to him. But he had named his horse and apparently he cared about him. -Why Helios? What does that mean?-

His lips lifted up in a half smile. -It’s greek, do you know the greek mythology?- you shook your head, you haven’t heard of it, you didn’t even knew what mythology meant, but you weren’t going to say that to him and put in evidence your ignorance and lack of formal education. -It’s like greek legends, they made me learn about it in the castle, it was interesting, most of it… Helios is the son of two titans, the character, not my horse- you glared at him and he actually laughed to which you glared harder. -I’m just saying!- he said raising both hands. -So, Helios the son of the two titans, is supposed to be the personification of the sun, my horse, I thought when they brought it to me that he had really shinny fur and he looked strong even for a colt, I also thought it’d give me a more distinguished name, here come’s the prince’s horse, Helios-

That was the most you had heard him talk, you didn’t want to be, but you were impressed. You suspected it wasn’t something that extraordinary, but for you it had sounded amazing. You had to be careful, you told yourself, you couldn’t get dazzled just because he was well educated about rare legends, either way you wanted to know more about it.

At that moment you heard steps and the typical rustling of boots on the grass, someone was coming to you. Jungkook realized it too, but you indicated him to stay put, you stood up but kept a rather bent posture, trying to see who was around the tree by your side. Jungkook stood up gripping his sword and then two figures appeared. Two men, one of them had a sword, the other a knife, both of them staring between you two and the horse.

-Now just give us the horse and then you can go-

Jungkook was taking a step forward but you didn’t let him. You were supposed to protect him, not letting him fight thieves.

-Go to hell- you muttered. -We aren’t going to give you anything, so go away-

The one with he knife stared hard at you. -You talk like a little girl, boy, shouldn’t you be pissing on your pants?-

The one with the knife jumped your way but you swiftly dodged him, getting one of your daggers in each hand, he attacked you once more, the knife flying dangerously near your right cheek, you took advantage of the close distance he had created and stabbed him on the neck. The guy grunted in pain falling to the grass, the other angry at the sudden events lunged at you, Jungkook darted forward with his sword in hand but once again you stood in his way, you threw a dagger to the man’s neck, piercing him right under his throat.

Jungkook looked at you baffled as you picked up whatever you had left around quickly, you had to get out of there.

-Hurry, come on-

He grabbed the bottles of water and hopped behind you on the horse.

-You- he breathed as you made the unnamed horse pick up the pace -You did that so easily, you have done this before-

You rolled your eyes although he couldn’t see that. -Of course I have, I had to di it or we were going to be laying there instead- you shook your head thinking that those men would have killed you if you didn’t do that, probably he understood that. -Why do you think Shiyoung left you with me? Because of my company?-

You felt his chest vibrate behind you and a laugh erupted from him, Jungkook’s laugh was contagious, you didn’t know exactly at what he was laughing but as you rode away you found yourself laughing with him.

You noticed how the way you treated him and how he treated you changed in the next days. There were still silence between you as you liked to be quiet and it appeared that he liked it as well, but more often than not you’d be talking about the greek mythology that had taken your attention and that he liked dearly. Jungkook knew a lot about it, or at least it seemed that way since you didn’t know anything, so you listened to all the tales he had to say about Helios or Zeus the king of the gods, he told you about Apolo and the great confusion people had with him and Helios, and he also told you about Selene and Artemis, goddess of the moon and the hunt. You liked them, you had never heard such tales before, even from the minstrels or bards around the city or the hill.

You both were considering the idea of naming the unnamed horse Hyperion, as the titan who fathered Helios, since the horse was old but strong and you thought he deserved a good name.

You were riding through the main road, being so far from the royal city it diminished the possibility of him being recognized and it was easier and faster that way, you thought you’d be good since you weren’t flaunting anything, but you heard the hulls hitting the ground, they were too many, you deviated from the road, Jungkook pulling his hood on but it fell since you speed up being that the other riders also deviated and went your way.

-They are coming for us- he said next to your ear.

You nodded. -We pray they are just thieves- you looked back, already seeing some approaching, you did another turn by a line of three and diminished the pace. -Throw your sword-

-What? No, if they attack us I…-

-They are too many- you said. -If they are thieves as I think they are they will take your sword, isn’t it from your family?-

Jungkook hesitated. Judging by his expression you knew he wanted to fight whoever was coming but he also didn’t want to lose his sword. You had already warned him, so it was up to him, although you preferred not to fight such a big group, by the sounds of the hulls you could say there were at least ten horses coming. Jungkook threw his sword into a group of dense bushes, you nodded at him, telling him you’d be coming back for it later.

In a matter on minutes you were surrounded, as you had guessed there were ten horses but with eleven riders, which made it worse. -That’s enough of a race for today friends, get down of the horse- the obvious leader of then group spoke.

-We have no business with you- you answered firmly.

-I said get down, unless you prefer we doing it for you- he raised a hand and you saw four archers aiming at you, it was too much.

You huffed and jumped down, Jungkook doing the same by your side. You knew they’ll take everything, including the horse, which made your stomach turn, you had grown fond of the beast.

-So it’s just you traveling?- he asked while two of the men took the horse and started looking inside the saddlebags. The horse huffed too, and fought a little when he was taken away, but he couldn’t do much.

You rolled your eyes. -Yes-

-Do you have anything else on you?-

-No- you answered looking at him in the eye. The man smirked.

-Seize them, look if they have money or weapons-

Two other men approached you, looking at you up and down you hoped your cover as a boy didn’t falter now, but the odds told you it would. Jungkook stepped forward until he was standing in front of you. You frowned, if he did something stupid then you’d be over.

-We don’t have anything, we already gave you the horse, leave-

-He talks- the leader chuckled making all of them laugh. -Thought you were a mute-

-Leave-

One of the men took him from behind and another tried to control him from the front, Jungkook hit the one in front of him with his head making him fall down, promptly others came, two of them taking your arms behind your back as other searched around your body.

-Don’t!- Jungkook grunted fighting the men’s arms around him.

They pulled your hood off, letting your hair fall on your back, all of them whistling when they saw your face.

-It’s a girl!- the one holding screamed with a lecherous laugh.

You shook your body but you knew that you wouldn’t get free that easily.

-Don’t touch her- Jungkook was trying to walk to your side again, half dragging the men that tried to keep him still. -I said don’t touch her-

-Who would have told, it’s a girl and her prince- the leader laughed again obviously wanting to mock Jungkook but you still went stiff when they called him that. -Where’s your shinning armor, huh? They are too poor for that-

They all laughed, watching in awe and the man searching you got six of the daggers from your pockets. The leader narrowed his eyes, and you glared back at him, you didn’t want his interest but you knew that if you ignored this type of man it would only be worse.

-Maybe it’s the other way around- he mumbled laughing more to himself than anything. -Tie them and let them be, we have to go- he instructed, you stayed still wanting them gone but at the same time not standing how the eleventh man mounted at the back of your horse.

They left you there, you waited until the sound of the hulls were far enough to get one of the daggers they hadn’t found to free Jungkook and yourself. You went back to retrieve his sword, but Jungkook didn’t speak for the rest of the day, he looked angry, the angriest you had seen him since you had started traveling together, but you weren’t sure why. You were upset about not having the horse anymore, both for transport and because the animal was truly noble, but you also knew there was nothing you could do about it, you were upset but you weren't being a brat about it as he was.

It was odd now having this kind of silence, more so since you were by foot, you had only two more days of travel left and you wondered if it was going to be the same. The thought surprised you, since when you cared if you spoke with Jungkook or not? Or how was he just Jungkook now? He was the prince, the arrogant and self indulgent prince and nothing more; you were just a girl of the streets, a bandit, a roamer, it wasn’t your place to have a friendship with him, and you didn’t want that either. You didn’t.

You didn’t find an inn, and even if you did you wouldn’t have been capable of affording one since they also took Jungkook’s gold, so instead you camped near a farm, you picked up some apples that served you as dinner and that was it. The night fell and you were exhausted. You laid down a one and a half meter away from each other, you were used to it, but you watched as Jungkook tried to get as comfortable as possible with his right arm beneath his head, his left arm rested on his stomach, it was functional now but you guessed the healing wasn’t complete.

-I wish I could have done something- he said suddenly when you thought he was asleep.

You just breathed in and looked up, not daring to look at his face at the moment, the regret in his voice was too tangible for you to not be affected by it. You didn’t want to see his face, and yet you did, from the corner of your eyes you saw him staring at the sky as well, pale and angry, the prince didn’t look like anything you had imagined before.

-I know-

You reached his summer castle without any other incident, which you thanked the gods, you were tired as you could be and you truly didn’t know how to feel about what had happened in the last few days. When you looked at Jungkook it was hard to see the prince, for you saw a boy you helped protect, who told you stories of fantastics characters, who made you laugh without doing much, who you felt attracted to as you missed the touch of his chest gracing your back like you’d have never imagined, and who against all odds had showed you he wanted to protect you too. You didn’t know why, you didn’t need his protection, you didn’t need to be told stories, and yet you felt that it was ending and it made your heart heavy with unknown feelings.

There was a garrison of his army there, people started recognizing him, bowing to him as he walked further into his lands, people who was loyal to him smiled and cried relieved for his safety, looking at you warily as if you were a threat to him, as if you hadn’t helped him. You were once again the marginal and the outcast, you didn’t belong walking next to the prince.

Jungkook looked at you who had stayed back behind a few meters from him.

-I think I’ll wait here- you said, you’d just wait for your gold and then you’d be off, you didn’t need this, you didn’t need him.

He walked towards you and shook his head. -You’re coming with me-

-I really don’t have to- you retorted. -I’m fine here, you go do what you have to do-

-No- he said firmly. -Come with me, I…- he licked his lips and you stared up at him, his dirty face had still the regal aspect only royalty could pull off, his hair was greasy and flat, his clothes were torn, he didn’t look as a prince should and at the same time his voice told you he was, he’ll be king one day this one. -I want to thank you and I, Y/N, I don’t want you to go-

-I don’t belong here- you answered looking down, you couldn’t see how you would find a place here, in a castle. It scared you, woods and streets you knew, but this, a settled place, it was unknown to you and even if it was just temporary, it scared you too much.

-People belong where they are wanted- he said. -In the past days I felt that there’s still too much we can do for each other, what you did for me, and I’m not talking about bringing me here alive, but they way you treated me… I don’t want to let that go, I want you here-

You bit your lip, you’d learned a lot from him too, the humbleness that made someone truly noble, how the appearances were deceiving, how you a simple commoner could be meaner then the oh mighty prince, looking down at your worn out boots and then up at him. -I treated you like shit, you realize that?-

He smiled. -Come on, I’ll show you inside, I bet you’re starving too, you can eat and rest and then if you want you can leave, you can decide-

You looked at him, his smiled had faded but he still looked at you with hopeful eyes. -I bet you have a stable full of horses-

Jungkook grinned. -We do-

You nodded, looking around, trying to swallow your fear just this time, just for today and then you’d see. -You are showing me that after we eat-

-As you command- he said making you nudge him in the ribs, walking together, shoulder to shoulder at the awe of the people around, but neither of you saw that, both of you two busy looking  at each other from the corner of your eyes.