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Charles Krug Winery, St. Helena (No. 1)

The Charles Krug Winery is a winery founded by Charles Krug in 1861. It was named to the National Register of Historic Places on November 8, 1974.

Historically, Charles Krug introduced innovative ideas in California winemaking. He began making wine using a cider press for pressing, carefully selected rootstocks, varietals and vineyard sites. The knowledge he gained and shared benefited the young California wine industry. Following Krug's death, James Moffitt Sr. purchased the winery in 1894. In 1943, Robert Mondavi persuaded his parents, Cesare and Rosa Mondavi, to purchase the inactive winery from Moffitt for $75,000.

The winery remains owned by the family of Peter Mondavi, Robert's brother.

Source: Wikipedia

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This model impresses with its robust build and ample space. With a length of 5325 mm, width of 1900 mm, and height of 1815 mm, the Double Cab 2.8 Rogue ensures a commanding presence on the road. The wheelbase measures 3085 mm, providing stability and comfort during drives. The vehicle's ground clearance of 286 mm makes it well-suited for off-road conditions, while the turning radius of 6.4 meters ensures maneuverability in tighter spaces. Toyota Hilux Price, Specifications, Review, Feature, Compare in Malaysia (1) Toyota Hilux Price, Specifications, Review, Feature, Compare in Malaysia (2) Cargo capacity is another highlight, with an 80-liter cargo volume, which is adequate for most hauling needs. The gross weight of 2910 kg and a kerb weight of 2120 kg underscore the vehicle's solid construction, contributing to its overall durability and performance. Engine and Performance At the heart of the Double Cab 2.8 Rogue is a 2.8L diesel engine. This 4-cylinder, 16-valve DOHC engine delivers an impressive 201 horsepower at 3400 RPM and a torque of 500 Nm between 1600-2800 RPM. The engine displacement is 2755 cc, ensuring robust performance whether on highways or rugged terrains. The 6-speed automatic gearbox complements the engine, providing smooth and efficient gear transitions. Steering and Handling Driving comfort and control are paramount, and the Double Cab 2.8 Rogue excels in this area with its power steering system. The steering column is tilt and telescopic, allowing for personalized adjustments to suit the driver’s preference. The hydraulic power steering and rack & pinion steering gear type enhance the vehicle's responsiveness and handling precision. Toyota Hilux Price, Specifications, Review, Feature, Compare in Malaysia (8) Toyota Hilux Price, Specifications, Review, Feature, Compare in Malaysia (7) Suspension and Braking The Double Cab 2.8 Rogue features a well-engineered suspension system. The front suspension employs a double wishbone setup, while the rear utilizes leaf springs, both of which contribute to a smooth and stable ride. The shock absorbers are coil springs, designed to absorb and dampen shocks effectively, ensuring comfort even on uneven terrains. Braking is another critical aspect, with ventilated discs at the front and drum brakes at the rear. This combination provides reliable stopping power, enhancing safety during drives. Wheels and Tires The vehicle comes equipped with 18-inch alloy wheels, paired with radial tires sized at 265/60 R18. The spare tire matches the main set, maintaining consistency in performance and aesthetics. Alloy wheels not only add to the vehicle's visual appeal but also contribute to its overall durability. Interior and Comfort Inside, the Double Cab 2.8 Rogue is designed for comfort and convenience. The seating capacity of five ensures ample space for passengers, making it suitable for both family outings and work-related trips. The adjustable steering column further adds to the personalized comfort, catering to drivers of different heights and preferences. Toyota Hilux Price, Specifications, Review, Feature, Compare in Malaysia (3) Toyota Hilux Price, Specifications, Review, Feature, Compare in Malaysia (4) Conclusion The Double Cab 2.8 Rogue (AT) 4X4 combines power, durability, and comfort in a single, impressive package. Whether you are navigating city streets or tackling off-road trails, this vehicle is equipped to handle it all. Its blend of advanced features and robust construction makes it a reliable choice for those seeking a versatile and dependable pickup. With its attractive financing options, the Double Cab 2.8 Rogue is poised to meet the needs of a wide range of drivers, promising a satisfying driving experience.

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All You Need To Know About The GM 4L80E Performance Level 4 Transmission

When it comes to choosing high-performance automotive transmissions, the GM 4L80E Performance Transmission Level 4 is known for its power, durability, and precision engineering. It will help if you do your due diligence before getting the race transmission.

Designed to handle the immense force generated by engines boasting up to 800 horsepower and 700 ft-lbs of torque, this transmission represents the pinnacle of technological prowess in the automotive industry.

If you want a 4L80E race transmission, explore a series of options. Here are some of the specifications of the Level 4 transmissions for your setting:

Custom-Built Converter

At the heart of the GM 4L80E Performance Transmission, Level 4, lies a custom-built and custom-stalled 10” lock-up billet racing converter. This meticulously crafted converter ensures optimal power transfer, allowing the transmission to harness the full potential of the engine's output. With a stall range of 2800-3400 RPM, it strikes the perfect balance between responsiveness and torque multiplication, delivering relentless acceleration on demand.

Master Overhaul Kit

Every component within the GM 4L80E Performance Transmission Level 4 undergoes a comprehensive upgrade with a master overhaul kit featuring Alto hardened steels and Raybestos Stage I frictions. This overhaul kit ensures exceptional durability and performance, allowing the transmission to withstand the rigors of high-power applications without compromise.

Components of the kit

Many upgraded components are integrated into the transmission assembly to further enhance reliability and performance. This includes a Transgo reprogramming kit, new Torrington bearing kit, new bushing kit, new thrust washer kit, new internal wiring harness, new manifold pressure switch, new EPC solenoid, new PWM solenoid, new input and output speed sensors, new 1-2 shift solenoid, and new 3-4 shift solenoid. Each component is selected and integrated to ensure seamless operation under extreme conditions.

Reinforced Internals

The GM 4L80E race transmission features an array of reinforced internals to withstand the tremendous forces exerted by high-output engines. These include an expanded-capacity forward clutch drum, extra-capacity second gear clutch assembly, expanded-capacity third clutch drum, heat-treated input shaft, 300M main shaft, 300M forward clutch hub, updated molded steel direct clutch piston, updated reverse band, and new low roller assembly.

These components collectively contribute to the transmission's ability to handle high-performance applications' immense power and torque demands.

Optimized Performance

In addition to reinforced internals, the GM 4L80E Performance Transmission Level 4 incorporates several performance-enhancing upgrades. These include a wide kickdown band with a new apply piston, heavy-duty intermediate sprag, updated boost valve, and updated TCC regulator valve. These enhancements optimize shift performance, improve efficiency, and ensure consistent performance under the most demanding driving conditions.

Precision Engineering

Every aspect of the GM 4L80E Performance Transmission Level 4 is meticulously engineered to exacting standards. From the blueprinting of the pump and valve body to the selection of premium materials, no detail is overlooked in the pursuit of excellence. This dedication to quality craftsmanship ensures that each transmission meets the highest performance, reliability, and durability standards.

Conclusion

The 4L80E race transmission is a testament to engineering excellence in high-performance automotive transmissions. Its custom-built converter, master overhaul kit, reinforced internals, and precision-engineered components represent the pinnacle of performance and reliability.

Footnotes

Whether on the track or the street, this transmission delivers unparalleled power, responsiveness, and durability. It is the ideal choice for enthusiasts seeking the ultimate in-performance transmission technology.

You should focus on diverse areas or settings to know more about race transmission. Browse the web to learn more.

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'Real change up here': Broome Mardi Gras celebrates 10 years

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'Real change up here': Broome Mardi Gras celebrates 10 years

One of Australia’s most remote pride festivals, Broome Mardi Gras, is proudly celebrating its 10th anniversary next month.

Broome Pride founder Lucy Falcocchio moved to Broome in western Australia’s Kimberley region in 2009, originally just for a 12-month work contract.

“You get here and you believe you’re the only gay in the village. I thought I’d be tarred and feathered by midnight,” she recalled.

But Lucy discovered how diverse the community is across the Kimberley and the Pilbara. Years later, she’s still a local.

“I just got sucked in by the Kimberley. I’m not going anywhere now.”

‘The whole community comes out’

Ten years ago, Broome Pride started when a group of friends wanted to come together for drinks to watch the Sydney Mardi Gras parade, happening on the other side of the country.

Lucy said the group got organised and approached the local nightclub with their plans.

“For Mardi Gras in February 2015, there were 300 of us at the venue. We watched the parade, had a dance and got a local fella from a remote community to do a drag show,” Lucy recalled.

Ever since that first night, Broome Pride’s annual Mardi Gras event “just kept growing and growing”. It’s now its own fully-fledged festival.

Over the years, Broome Mardi Gras sold out the events they put on and outgrew venue after venue.

“In 2016, we packed out the only nightclub in 400,000 square kilometres. The line was down the street,” Lucy recalled.

“What you wouldn’t expect is that the whole community comes out, from cattle stations and remote Indigenous communities.

“They come from all over the state, and now they’re coming from all over Australia. Everyone dresses up and it’s this huge community event.”

Image: courtesy of Broome Pride

Broome Mardi Gras’ 10th anniversary celebrations

Next month, Broome Mardi Gras’ special 10th anniversary celebrations start on February 28 and will run to March 4.

The main event is the Broome Mardi Gras Dance Party at the Roebuck Bay Hotel. The party will spread across multiple stages, hosted UK Ministry of Sound star Paul Morrell and Aussie DJ Delicious.

“For the 10-year anniversary we’re taking the Dance Party back to where it started,” Lucy explained.

“We have extended licensing and we’re taking over the Roebuck Bay Hotel and spreading out into the carpark to fit 2800 people in.”

Image: courtesy of Broome Pride

Over two nights, the Broome Mardi Gras Cabaret is on at the Broome Civic Centre, with a night of drag, music and performance.

Later, the Big Splash Boat Party will cruise the Kimberley coast with punters aboard a floating afterparty with food, drinks and a dancefloor.

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Lucy Falcocchio said there’s a special purpose behind Broome Pride’s Mardi Gras event each year.

“Broome Mardi Gras is an LGBTQIA+ event but I’ve just always been a firm believer that to achieve real equality you have to become the one community,” she said.

“I really feel that we do that here. In 10 years what we’ve managed to do is affect real social change up here.

“Broome Mardi Gras is in the wet season but everyone understands that we do it because we commemorate what Mardi Gras is truly about.

“We commemorate the 78ers at the same time of year as [Sydney] because it’s our way of paying respect to those that walked the hard miles for the young ones today. We never forget that.”

Broome Mardi Gras 2024 runs from February 28 to March 4. Check out all the events and book tickets at the Broome Pride website.

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[wytfut]

One Ford story

No I’m not going to run thru all of the fords I’ve owned thru the years.... . At least not now. But this is a good one that ties in with X world.

Best buddy Jim and I have been thru a few silly adventures thru out our adult lives... Not really sure why he puts up with my insane thought processes. 

Jim is a bowtie guy....  not hard core, but preference.  Loves to make fun of my Fords... and that’s ok..  I understand his humor, and not many do. 

I had a ‘85 3/4 IDI diesel. I had that truck a long time. 4x4, club cab, A/C... just a well built truck, that got lots of miles. 

On the way to work one day.... It appeared I had lost the transmission. Being stick shift, I kept grabbing gears, .... nothing. So I parked it on the interestate on ramp. 

Once I got off work, I had figured out in my head that maybe it was the rear end (axle). Patti hauled me out to the on ramp, and I locked the front end (axle).... and thought I’d just drive it home on the shoulder in front wheel drive.... 

I’m putting along about 30 mph on hi way 6 shoulder. And up pops Jim in his telephone company truck following me on his way home ....   I hadn’t noticed him at first, but he started honking, so I waved and continued on my way. Jim continued honking...  me wondering why... 

Me and my hillbilly ways hadn’t determined that Jim wanted me to stop, and with some urgency. Eventually as I made the corner towards my home, I pulled over. 

Greeted Jim with a smile, ....    Jim says “you’ve got a problem....”  “oh?” ... he walked me over to the passenger side of my truck, and the rear tire and axle were sticking out about 3′.  .... uh, holy shit... 

And once again, Jim rescued me.. (many times, not the first and far from the last)

Best buddy Jim on right and his dear late buddy Larry. Jim’s first trip to Sturgis? Been a lot of years since he had that goldwing. Solid Harley guy. Goldwing was an exception.

Got the truck home and made a call Harry Hanson’s business in Omaha.  Harry is another old Super X guy, that I met via www back around 2001.  At the time I met him he had 8 X’s. Last I heard, many years ago, he was up to 17. 

His advantage in Excelsior Henderson world, was that he attended salvage auctions all across the county. Because of that, he’d fall across sad X’s in the yards or even on the auction. I know in his early assortment, he had at least 2 he had bought this way. Not that anything coming out of a salvage auction would be in primo shape.... they were cheap. One I know of didn’t have any miles on it, and he got it for $2800. 

Harry invited Jake and I up to his main store, to see his nonorganized collection. Once we arrived, he made sure that we understood....  “nothing is for sale”. He had a small one stall garage across the street from his main store, filled to the brim with parts, tshirts, memorbilia, etc. he had bought from frequent trips to Swift Trucking... during his auto salvage auctions. it was insane how big this stock pile of X stuff was. 

Harry owned several salvage yards along the Missouri river from Kansas City to Omaha, if  I remember correctly. 

Harry doesn’t sit still, and on the side, before he retired from the Nebraski area started a 3 wheel shop. His wife rode 3 wheelers, and there was no true 3 wheel shops in the Omaha/Lincoln area. He started his own shop, and was a dealer for many different 3 wheel companies at the same time. 

One of these companies used Ford Tbird independent rear ends, cut short to fit the 3 wheel chassis. Well Harry had a huge source for these rear ends owning several salvage yards....    he’d supply this 3 wheel vendor company with rear ends, and I heard he’d get the conversion kits from them for pennies. Making this particular brand total profit for Harry.

Once he retired from eastern Nebraski, he built a new house outside of Reno Nevada. The salvage yards here going to family members. He started another salvage yard in Nevada, and I think another 3 wheel shop, where as he could show off all of his collector bikes. From what I understood, this shop was in a perfect place with lots of show room floor. Harry loves his X’s and a certain Harleys (I heard he had 8 of these, sorry I don’t know Harley models). And his Wife had more than a couple 3 wheelers.

I called one of his yards in Omaha, and went up to get it. Borrowed Jim’s pick up, and headed that way. Harry’s employees, loaded it up in Jim’s pick up and I went inside to pay for it. Harry’s employees told me “no charge”. 

“No charge” was a big surprise to me, was due to the fact that I had done his Deadwood special’s transmission update (removal, send to Virginia, and reinstall). Harry although a bit stern, was a terrific guy, and apparently never forgot who helped him out. I also got a handful of “snap on” brand tools from him, he felt I needed to work on X’s. 

Of the 17 (?) X’s he had, this deadwood was his very first X. Once I found that out, I was very honored.

Initially I did his transmission update, as I believe he wanted to learn how to do it. First day I was pulling it out, he hung out all day observing. Curious about that Deadwood.... I stored it in my steel shed for storage for close to 15 years, before he sent someone up to get it. I had just had my left hip replaced and I was on crutches. 

There was 6″ of snow on the ground, cold windy and sunny. I had to round up some help, to get it loaded and out of the steel shed. All of this was very sudden, with a bit of urgency (employee called that morning and said he was on his way to pick it up). Harry’s employee mumbled something about getting this bike down to Reno...   

With the rush of picking up his bike, I found later a few parts that belonged to that bike/Harry. I never felt right about that ever since. With no phone number to contact him... I never heard from him again. I also don’t know where those parts are now... do I have them, or did they go with other X’s that have been in my shop. Embarassed.... 

Knowing Harry, I’d certainly would've hoped he would have contacted me, if he took time to inventory his bike. Oh well... I owe him.

Our early days of ownership... Jake’s blue (now Devin my nephews), Josh’s DWS (now Mike Seastom’s) and I with 525.

[littlegodzilla]

Here I come again!!

New chapter from Your Name.

I hope you like it!!

Enjoy!!

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Your Name.

Daryl Dixon x Reader.

Mini series Part 2.

Warnings: Merle again. Bad Language. Firsts warnings.

Words: 2800.

Summary: Your relationship with the Dixon brothers don't get better, Donna catches a cold. Weird things start to happen.

Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @pncnsc @lilythemadqueen @darylsgarden @ruinedbythehobbit @thefemininemystiquee @xxtinasxxblog @green-eyedladywrites @hail-yourselves @ravenwings73

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(I know he isn't daryl but I needed to use it)

Part 2.

**

The next day you wake up to the sound of the alarm clock. You need a moment to remember what is happening and who you are. You sigh and slowly sit up in bed. You've never been a morning person. When your neurons finally connect again, you get out of bed and walk to the bathroom to take a shower.

You don't know how you do it, but you always end up with just enough time to get to work. You get dressed quickly, grab your bag and something rattles inside and feels heavy. You frown opening the bag then discover the bottle of whiskey inside and snort remembering the note.

**

The doorbell rings as you arrive at the supermarket, Donna and Fely peek in to see you, you smile as a greeting approaching the counter, you check in and open the till to leave the money you found yesterday.

"And that?" Donna is interested when she sees you and you shrug.

"Someone left it outside the supermarket yesterday." You say and pull the note out of your purse, Donna reads it several times and laughs quietly.

"I'm sure it was Daryl..."

"Someone should give him spelling lessons." You snort and Donna nudges you a little.

You lift your head like a spring and discover that Daryl is on the other side of the counter, he's alone, carrying some food and a first aid kit in his hands. Your cheeks turn a furious reddish color as you see yourself uncovered and you feel a little embarrassed when he frowns. You throat clears and open your mouth to apologize, but he leaves the money there and walks away, opening the door violently.

"Fuck..." You whisper lowering your head.

"Daryl's not as bad as his brother, you'll figure it out."

You shake your head, feeling bad, but at the same time still feeling angry about the previous day, so you quickly shrug it off and go back to your work. Fely tells Donna and you how her date with her partner went, she is excited and every day you can see her enjoying his company more and more, you both listen attentively as Donna gives her some tips for the next encounters.

"What about you?" the stares of your companions fall on you like two slabs.

"What about me?"

"You don't have anyone... or maybe you came to Senoia looking for..."

"That, no, no, not at all." A mocking laugh escapes you despite the stares from your companions. "I don't have a name..."

"Not yet?" Fely looks at you in surprise, she's a few years younger than you and you understand her confusion.

"It happens sometimes." Donna says. "It's not very common, but there are people who never get to have a name. They're very rare cases."

"Wow...how sad." She whispers looking sideways at you.

"I don't need someone to tell me who I can be with. I guess that's the grace of human free will, to be able to choose without heeding some stupid name that suddenly appears on your skin making your life turn around..." You mutter perhaps with a too much frown.

"You did have someone..." Fely understands. "But found a partner and you..."

"I'm going to clean the toilets." You grunt and walk away, ending the conversation.

It was never the main reason you left home, at least you had convinced yourself of that. Of course it hurt you to see them all the time together, as if yours had never meant anything, but that town was too much for you, it overwhelmed you to walk through its streets, to see the same people every day. You needed to start from scratch.

That was the main reason.

The morning passes slower than you expected, people come and go, but nobody buys anything really important. You hear Donna coughing in the distance, you realize it's not the first time in the morning, so you walk over to her.

"Hey, are you okay?" You look at her worriedly.

"Yeah, it's nothing. The girls have caught a cold and I'm sure I've caught it too."

"I understand." You smile with relief. "Childhood colds can knock down even the healthiest adult." You joke. "Why don't you go home and get some rest? Fely and I can take care of the store."

"No, no, I'm fine, I just need to take a pill."

"As you wish, but if you need to lie down, get in the office."

"Since when do you give orders?" she asks jokingly and you both laugh. "Thanks, but I'll get over it soon."

You're still worried, but you relax, Donna is a mother, she knows what she's saying when she assures you she's fine, so you try not to make a big deal out of it. Leaving her with her own things to do, you go to the warehouse to bring in new product and restock the shelves.

**

"Tellin' ya, I saw few helicopters have passed." Merle says getting Daryl to look at him pissed.

"Give it a rest dude, I'm sick to death of yer conspiratorial paranoia." He growls shouldering a row of squirrels.

"Paranoia? Haven't ya heard? They've gone over our heads."

"I heard it, sure some asshole crashed." He says again and aims his crossbow once more, hitting a partridge.

"And what's wrong with ya? Yer grumpier than usual today" Merle looks at his brother curiously and Daryl looks away, uncomfortable. "Is it that some girl has rejected ya, Darylina?"

"Leave me alone." He snaps and walks away, feeling Merle's smile burn the back of his neck.

"I feel sorry for ya, li'brother, but we both know, ya wouldn't know how to communicate with a woman..." He starts to tease him, but Daryl moves far enough away that he can ignore him. "Let's go back to town, I wanna go to the market."

"What for?"

"I wanna see that new girl."

"Why don't ya leave her alone? She ignores ya."

"Let me give ya a tip on women, Daryl." Merle circles his brother's shoulders and Daryl feels the need to push him away. "The worse ya treat them, the wetter their pussies get." He whispers in her ear. "Then they'll come on their knees begging ya to fuck them hard and if ya do it right she'll even let ya fuck her in the ass."

"Fuck, shut up!" she pulls away from him nudging him. "If y'think yer gonna fuck her, stop dreaming. Yer just a fucking redneck to that chick."

"And y'think I care? To stick my dick in hot ain't need to know what she's thinking, just that she spreads her legs."

Daryl rolls his eyes, tired of the bullshit he's saying. On the other hand he feels pissed off, he can't get what you said about him that morning out of his head and he's been scowling all day. The last thing he wants is to go back there and see your face.

**

Several people have been admitted to the hospital with high fevers.

You hear it on the radio as you finish your tasks that afternoon. You stop with a frown, Donna has come in that morning with a bit of a cough and she tells you it's because her girls have colds. Maybe they've caught the same thing and if they're not careful it could be dangerous. You put the mop aside and walk over to the office where you all take your lunch break and Donna finishes sorting out the paperwork for the store.

"Hey Donna, I just heard on the radio that a lot of people are coming down with a cold." You tell her catching her attention instantly. "Maybe you should take the girls to I'd tell them about some tests, maybe it's nothing, but..."

"I heard it on the radio now too. I've called my wife to get them to go over there..."

"If you want to go with them, I'll take care of closing." You promise her and she seems to hesitate for a moment.

"You don't mind if I leave you alone again?"

"Don't worry, Fely is in the warehouse with the new stuff, if I need help, I'll call her." You play it down watching as the woman starts to gather her things after your words.

"What if Merle Dixon comes back?"

"I'll politely tell him to get the hell out and if he doesn't want to listen to me, I'll tell him the hard way."

"Don't mess with the Dixon family, it's not worth it." She tells you and slings her purse securely over her shoulder. "Thank you very much."

"Don't worry, I'll see you tomorrow and anything, you call us."

Donna nods and walks out of there calling her wife to let her know she's going to the hospital too.

You talk to Fely about your manager's departure and between the two of you you take over the supermarket. There are not many people, the atmosphere is quiet, possibly because these days people take vacations and leave town to enjoy a little, but you can not get out of your head the fact that these people in the hospital, entering for what seems a simple cold and having to stay in the hospital because it is something more serious.

"Have ya seen them? They are there again."

That voice makes you tense up behind the counter, slowly you lift your head to see the two Dixon brothers peering out the door of the store, Merle is pointing at the sky and Daryl looks upset about something, over his shoulder he carries a crossbow and a string with dead squirrels on it.

Wait, what?

When they go back inside you discover that the older of the two is carrying a rifle on his shoulder as well, the barrel pointing skyward, on his belt he's carrying several partridges hanging upside down and you have to hold back the nausea. You have never endured seeing any dead animal and much less if it is for fun.

"Hey, hey, stop." You stop them and they turn their gaze to you. "Are you guys out of your minds? You can't come in here with guns."

"Oh, sorry, gorgeous, we just came from hunting." Merle says, he says it like it's pride and you frown. You remember Fely telling you that they lived in a cabin in the middle of the woods, maybe that was their dinner.

You could understand the partridges, but... Squirrels, really?

"I don't care. Guns are forbidden. If you're not going to leave them in the car put the safety on and face down." You point at them and point to Merle's rifle. Daryl rolls his eyes and slaps his brother.

"What's wrong with ya, man?" he growls and looks sideways at you. "Sorry..."

"Never mind..."

"Dude don't push it, I'm up front, stop firlting with my girl." Merle's voice brings a knot to your stomach. Daryl looks at him confused and you can't stifle a laugh.

"Excuse me?"

Merle doesn't say anything, just moves closer to you before pulling down the collar of the t-shirt he's wearing. Daryl's eyes widen as he discovers the name "Susie" above his collarbone. You're his fated girl, now he understands why he has this obsession with coming to see you every day. Daryl bites his lip several times before he hears you laugh again.

"You're an idiot, Merle Dixon." You tell him and point to your badge again where it says the name 'Susy' on it. "That's not my name, it's not even the same, and even if it was, I'd sooner slit my wrists than let you touch me." You tell him very clearly.

Maybe you're being too harsh, it's possible you're spitting all your venom on him, but Merle Dixon gives you the creeps and the thought of imagining sharing your life with him gives you goosebumps. Daryl averts his gaze to the floor, your words have gotten to him too, you may only be talking about Merle, but he's a Dixon too so if no one wants to be with his brother, why would they want to be with him?

"Ain't care honey, if y'ain't her it means I can have fun with ya at my will, without having to explain myself."

"Why don't you guys grab your beers and your squirrels and get the hell out of here? The day is getting bad enough as it is, I don't need to have to put up with seeing your face."

None of you manage to stop him in time, Merle slaps your cheek viciously. Daryl acts then by pulling him away from you, pushing him out of the store. Fely from the counter insults him and threatens to call the police. You are in shock. You know that you've been provoking him, Donna has already warned you not to provoke Merle, but he manages to get on your nerves too quickly. Of course you didn't expect the man to hit you.

"Get off me, I'm gonna teach that bitch to speak to me with respect!" Merle shouts struggling against his brother's grip.

"And how do ya plan on doin' that, like our old man used to do with mom?" He yells back and shoves him one more time.

"That bitch deserves a couple of spankings so she'll learn!"

Daryl doesn't respond, but rage and anger shake his body, he snatches the gun away from his brother and pushes him back towards the car, forcing him into it. The scuffle between the two brothers is observed by several people walking down the street at that hour, when Daryl manages to calm his brother down, he walks back into the store. As he heads towards you, you instinctively take several steps back, all your bravery and bravado are gone, your cheek stings, you feel the humiliation mix with the pain, but you hold back as best you can the urge to cry. Daryl stops as he sees you recoil. He clenches his fists in anger, you may not be his favorite person, but he didn't want Merle to hurt you either. He quickly removes the squirrels from his shoulder and sets them on the ground. He looks at you, looks at them, looks at you again and bites his thumbnail. He grunts something intelligible and runs out of there, driving away, arguing with Merle again.

The tension in the air hovers for a few more seconds before Fely arrives at your side, cell phone in hand and on the other side you hear the emergency service contacting the police. The air you were holding in your lungs rushes out and you bring your hand to your cheek, your skin burns and you feel again that it hurts. Fely pulls your hand away from the spot seeing it start to swell.

"Damn Dixon, I'm going to get a bag of peas, go back to the counter and sit there." Felicity asks you. It doesn't take long for the people that were in the supermarket to disappear.

You obey her directions and sit down on the other side of the counter, your eyes then focus on the rope full of squirrels on the floor. Is this Daryl's way of apologizing to you? An offering as an apology for his brother's behavior? Of course you don't plan to touch them, much less eat them. You know you've played on Merle's patience, but you're in over your head. You hiss in pain as you feel the bag of peas on your bruised cheek.

"I'm sorry..."

"You don't have to apologize, you did the right thing. It's Merle who should apologize."

"Daryl has already done it for him." You say pointing at the squirrels and Fely gasps.

"For God's sake, I'm going to throw that away, I'll be right back."

You don't move, you press the cold pack a little harder against your cheek and hope the swelling goes down soon. A couple of tears escape without you being able to hold them back.

People infected with this new cold, apart from the fever, start to exhibit aggressive behavior. If you start to feel frantic and feverish, please see your doctor as soon as possible.

"That cold is starting to get serious." Fely says as you are finishing your shift. It's finally evening and the workday is over.

"Yes, I hope Donna and her daughters are okay." Recovered from your initial shock, now only bruised cheek and wounded pride, you count him money from the till as Fely picks up everything.

"Sure they do, that woman is made of iron." She jokes grabbing the garbage bags. "I'm going to throw these away, I'll be right back and lock the doors."

"Okay, I'll finish up here and go lock up the warehouse."

In the end the day has not ended badly, quite a lot of money has come in, you have taken away products that were about to expire and people have not been particularly impertinent. Apart from the accident with the Dixon brothers, the day has been very good. You smile with satisfaction as you write down the day and the money collected that day for Donna to manage the next day. You close the box, turn off the computer and hear screaming in the alley. Your heart flutters in fear, you run over there, Fely was throwing out the garbage and for a second you fear that something serious might have happened to her. Just as you are about to open the door, she comes in holding her arm. You hear some strange gasps on the other side and quickly lock the door. Maybe some nutcase looking for food or drug money has attacked your companion.

"Hey, are you okay?" You look at her worriedly.

"H-he bit me..." She says looking at you scared and shows you her arm.

Not only does it have her teeth marks on it, but it has torn her skin.

What the fuck is going on?

To be continued...

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[lokis-army-77]

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Chapter Seventeen

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2800

This is technically a reader insert but without the (y/n) and all that. She also has no name mentioned so feel free to imagine as you please.

Follow the reader through the events of the Captain America movies and experience her love for Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: Bucky being sad

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Early one morning I woke up and got ready for the day. Bucky wasn’t awake yet so I walked to the kitchen table, grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, then wrote him a note that said I was going out for a while and that I would be back later. After picking up some of the money we had stored in a giant jar on the floor, I headed to the door and down the stairs, out into the busy Romanian morning.

Cars and people bustled down the streets every which way. I walked a few blocks away before arriving at an old book store. I had been thinking for a while that maybe if Bucky read something that he used to love, then maybe that would help some memories resurface.

Stepping through the threshold, I was hit with the comforting smell of old books and what seemed to be a vanilla candle. In the corner, right next to the door, is the cashier, a small, hunched old woman who, every time I come in here, is sleeping. She jostles a bit at the sound of the bell when the door shuts but doesn't wake.

I continue on into the shelves of books, looking for anything Bucky might like. Even though it was a Romanian book store, there were many English selections of classic books. I scoured the shelves for a while before coming to a stop at one of his favorites, ‘The Hobbit’. I gently took it off the top shelf and fingered through the old, yellowing pages. Dust from the top of the book fell to the floor as I did so. Closing it, I started to scan for something else for me to read, this time making sure it was one of the very long ones, considering I had read the short four hundred page one about three times already. There was a small paperback copy of Victor Hugo’s ‘Les Miserables’ sitting on the second shelf from the floor. I grabbed it and sat it on top of the other book in my arms and headed for the front.

The old woman was still napping away when I placed my small stack onto the counter. I forwent ringing the service bell and just reached over to give a strong tap on her shoulder. Having been here before, I knew she wouldn’t wake up to the sound of it. She swatted my hand away and I tapped her a second time a little more harshly, she woke up that time, muttering in Romanian that she was awake. I greeted her with a soft hello before placing the coins for the books into her boney, outstretched hand. She thanked me then I was on my way back to the apartment.

I took a small detour through the open market stalls a block or two away from the apartment. I take my time looking through the small amount of fresh fruit that was offered so early in the year. I move along, not finding anything of interest. I make my way through the crowd of people to continue my original journey back home.

It was close to eleven by now and when I opened the door and stepped into the apartment, my nose was filled with the smell of something burning. Quickly I shut the door and run down the tiny hallway and into the main room. Bucky was standing over a smoking pan on the stove, while right next to it was a pot, almost boiling over.

“Buck what in the world are you doing?” I ask as I move towards him to turn the eyes off.

“I was trying to make breakfast for lunch. It was supposed to be an ‘I’m sorry I scared you and brought back bad memories’ meal since I never told you I was sorry, but I burnt the eggs and bacon.” He tells me before he leans over to the trash can and dumps the charred food in.

I moved around to stand next to him and placed my right hand on his firm metal bicep. “Thank you, I really appreciate the sentiment.” I smiled up at him then looked down at what was in the now slowly bubbling pot with chopped potatoes. “Look,” I pointed out, “the potatoes are fine.” Bucky followed my outstretched finger and gave a small nod.

“Go sit down, I'll make something with these.” He directed. I looked at him skeptically as I slowly backed away.

“Are you sure you don’t want my help?”

“Yes, sit.”

And so I did. I went directly to my bed where I had thrown the books, took up mine, and then started to read. It was hard to concentrate though since I looked up from the pages every two seconds to make sure Bucky wasn’t going to burn the whole building down again, but he seemed to be doing fine. He had ended up frying the chopped potatoes in butter with a bunch of random seasonings.

Several minutes later he had finished and was scooping the food onto two separate plates. He picked the plates up and made his way around the island and to the loveseat in front of it. Sitting down he placed his plate on the arm of the furniture and then called me over. I picked myself up off the mattress and plopped myself down beside him and took my plate from his hands.

“Thank you,” I mumbled as I took the fork into my hand and started eating. Surprisingly the food was actually good. I turned my eyes to him, he was staring at me, probably waiting for my thoughts on the food. I nodded my head as I chewed as a sign that it was good. He smiled softly and proceeded to eat his.

“That was really good, Buck. Next time when you cook though, stick to one thing at a time, don’t try to cook it all at once.” I said once I had finished.

“I’ll keep that in mind. Um,” he paused a second. “Where did you go this morning?”

“Oh, I actually went to get you something that might help with your memory.” I stood up after placing the dirty plate on the counter behind me and shuffled over to the bag that held Bucky’s book. I gently took it out and held it close. Making my way back to where he was sitting, I held the book out to him. “Here you go.”

He reached out and took it from me, a small smile ghosted his lips. “The Hobbit, I love this book, thank you.”

“See you’re already remembering.”

“Yeah, I think I remember wanting you to read it and you made me read something else.” He shut his eyes tight, trying to remember. “It was Pride and Prejudice wasn’t it?”

I gave him a giant toothy grin at that. “It was,” I almost shouted. I leaned down to give him a hug, excited he remembered something that was so long ago. “We started reading them the week we got engaged.” I backed away a bit.

“Oh yeah-” He looked to his hands and then to my hand. “Do you- do you still have the ring?”

“Of course I do.” I lifted my hands to the chain that always stayed hidden beneath my shirt. There was a small delicate clank as the ring and locket tapped against each other. I brought the chain over my head and then grabbed one of Bucky’s hands, placing the necklace down gently. I watched as he brought the small treasures closer to his face. He studied them quietly.

“Why don’t you ever wear the ring around your finger?” he asked, I heard a little bit of concern come through.

“I didn’t want to lose it. I kept it hidden for a long time, then when everything happened in January I had a feeling that I should keep it on at all times. With all the fighting that took place, I thought it best to wear it around my neck so I wouldn't fall off.” I explained. I eyed him as he fiddled with the clasp, he was taking the ring off.

He rose to his feet silently before grabbing my left hand to place the ring securely where it was meant to be. “Can you wear it like this from now on?” I looked into his eyes, they were soft. I nodded in response as he stepped a little closer to me.

I could feel my heart start to quicken when he started to lean down, coming to eye level with me. I could feel his cool hand snake up to the back of my neck and pull me forward slightly. I closed my eyes, I could feel the warmth of his breath, we were so close. I leaned myself in more and before I knew it I felt his rough but soft lips graze the corner of my mouth. They were warm and just like I remembered, familiar. I moved my hands to the sides of his face to keep him from moving away. His hands came softly atop mine and pulled them away and down between, but he never let go of them. I felt him move back a tiny bit before I opened my eyes with a small huff. I hadn’t realized how much I missed him, how much I missed the feeling of him. I wanted to feel him kiss me, really kiss me.

He whispered my name softly as one of his hands came up to move a strand of my hair away from my face and then brought the hand back to cradle mine. “I want to take this slow.”

“But-” I started but he cut me off.

“Let me find myself before I come back to you,” The broken sound of his voice hit my ears so softly I probably wouldn’t have been able to hear it if my hearing were normal.

“Okay, Bucky I’ll wait. I’ll wait for you, no matter how long it takes.” He pulled me into a tight hug at that.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

It is now mid-July and Bucky has been steadily remembering more and more. The process has gone faster than I thought it would, but that’s probably because he isn’t alone and trying to figure things out. I’ve noticed that the longer we are here in Romania, the less paranoid he is about being found, although it still eats at the back of both our minds constantly.

Bucky has started to smile more, he’s started to get closer to me, mentality and physically. Something changed after that afternoon he slipped the ring back onto my finger. Sometimes, while we are sitting at home he will slip his hand into mine and leave it there for a while, or he’ll somehow just gravitate to my side like a magnet. I never push him further than he is comfortable with, knowing he is still trying to find his missing pieces.

He works hard, exhaustingly so, to be able to remember. To be the Bucky he once was. Sometimes when he gets frustrated, I have to remind him that he will never be one hundred percent how he was in 1943, but I love him all the same, I’ll stay beside him.

And that's how we came to this precise moment. Bucky was laid out on the floor staring at the ceiling when I walked out of the bathroom from taking my nightly shower.

“What’s the matter?” I questioned as I rang my hair out with the towel. He didn’t say anything, just turned his head to face away from me. “Hey, come on, you can tell me.” I encouraged as I sat down on the edge of my mattress.

“It’s nothing, really.”

“Oh it isn’t nothing, I can see it all over your face. Something is bothering you so tell me what’s up.”

“I don’t know. I’m just so tired. My head is hurting from all the things I’m trying to remember.” He huffed out gruffly. I gave him a sympathetic look before poking him in the side. He turned his body to the side to look at me.

“You do know it’s okay to take a break? You shouldn’t expect yourself to remember every little thing.”

“I know, it's just. There are these glimpses from the past but I can never place them. It’s frustrating.” He says as his hand comes up to softly play with my fingers near his head.

“Well, you can’t try to remember things clearly if you are exhausted. Get some rest and relax, let the memories clear themselves up instead of trying to force them.” I stilled his hand and rubbed the back of it with the one he wasn’t currently grasping. “How about I make us some tea and then we can get some rest?”

“I’d like that a lot.”

“Okay then.” I stood up and his hand slowly let go of mine.

In the kitchen, I grabbed the kettle and filled it with water, and placed it on the eye of the stove. While waiting for the water to boil I washed the dirty mugs in the sink so that way we could use them. The box of teabags was sitting off to the side of the sink, I slipped two from the box and placed them in the now clean, empty mugs. When the water was done I poured it into our cups along with a few scoops of sugar and a tiny bit of milk and then walked back over to where I was sitting earlier.

“Here you go. Be careful, it’s hot and still needs to steep for a bit.” I warned as he sat up to take the mug from my hand. I sat back down and after a minute, started to take small sips of my tea.

“Thank you. Not just for the tea, but for everything you do. I don’t know how I’d get through this if you weren't with me.” He confessed as he took a long sip.

“You don’t have to thank me, Buck-” I started but he cut me off.

“Yes, I do. I wouldn’t have gotten near as far as I have if it weren't for your help. You’re always so loving and patient with me. I don’t deserve it, especially with the things I’ve done.” His head hung low as he drew his knees up closer to him.

I frowned as I sat my mug on the floor and crawled my way across the floor to sit directly in front of him. Carefully I placed both my hands on his. “Nothing you did is your fault.”

“Yes, it is. I did awful things. They are the only thing I can remember vividly. Can’t you see that I'm a bad guy now?”

“Sweetheart you are not a bad guy, you are a victim.” I moved my hand to his face so I could have him look at me. “And yes, you did those things but none of that was under your control. Nothing you did with HYDRA was in your control.” He looked at me with tears welled up in his eyes, he grabbed my hand and pulled it down away from his face but he never let it go. “I want to help you get through this but I can’t do that if you push me away because you think you are a danger to me. I told you before that you could never hurt me, I’m tougher than I look.”

“I don’t doubt that,” He chuckled. “It’s just hard when at any second I could turn back into that thing. It scares me, it scares me so much that I could be the reason I lose you just after I got you back.” His voice sounded like he was trying hard to hold back tears.

I moved from in front of him to his left side. I wrapped my arms around him, making him lean into me. I squeezed him tight. “It’s okay to cry, don’t hold it back,” I whispered into his ear. I felt him shudder and then all of a sudden it was like the flood gates had been opened.

We sat there on the floor for what felt like hours. We had changed into a more comfortable position, where Bucky had his arms wrapped around my middle and he just wept into my shirt. I softly played with his long hair and scratched his scalp. It seemed to calm him, but he still cried. He cried until no more tears would come until all he could do was jolt with hiccups.

We fell asleep like that, huddled together on the hard floor, next to the couch.

Authors note: Hi everybody, I know this chapter is a little shorter than I have been writing but I started my third year at college and I have like three 15 page essays and a crap tone of homework. So please be patient with me with writing for a while.

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A Shadowhunter?

Type: One shot about Jace from Shadowhunters Rating: Rated G Word Count: 2800+ Enjoy!

She sat down at the table, pulling her laptop out of her bag. Taking a sip from her freshly made coffee as her laptop started up. She took out her pen that was made for her laptop and she started to write. She also needed to do research, just thinking about it she sighed. She finally pulled her attention off her writing and started to get to work. She finally finished her coffee as she was close to finishing her work. Her mind was still wandering off, she sighed and leaned back in her chair. She pushed through and finally finished her work, she returned to the counter. She ordered another cup of coffee and also a sandwich. She leaned against the counter as she waited for her food. She saw a few people come in quickly. She got her food and made her way back to her table. She shut her laptop down and shoved it back in her bag so she could enjoy her food. As she took her last bite someone walked past the table and slipped a note on it. "Get out now, while you still can," the note read. She was taken back by this note and she didn't know what was going on. She looked towards the guy who slipped the note on the table, he had a worried look on his face. She gathered her things and made a quick exit through the back door. She didn't know what was going on nor did she want to know. She made her way onto the main street, minding her own business. She made her way towards her apartment when she had a strange feeling that someone was following her.

"Thank you for leaving," he said. "What?" She turned right into him. "I didn't want you to get hurt," He said. "And you are?" She questioned. "I'm Jace," he smiled. "How do I know you?" She looked at him. "You don't" He nodded slightly. "Oh ok, should I?" She asked. "Maybe" I could see the smirk grow on his face. "So why did I have to leave the cafe?" She said, "It's complicated but doesn't worry everything is ok" he spoke. "Ok" She shuffled things in my purse as I searched for my keys. "May I come in?" he asked. "Should I trust you?" She looked at him. "You should," he nodded.

She opened up her apartment door and nodded for him to enter. She entered behind him and closed the door, making sure it was locked. She set her back down on the couch and slipped off her shoes. He followed her example and took off his shoes. He sat down on the couch and She sat in the chair, things got quiet. She started to question why she let him in. She admits that he was good looking but that didn't mean she could trust him.

“So why all the tattoos?” She questioned as she broke the silence. “They are ruins” he looked towards me. “Don't try to make them sound fancy, they are tattoos” She rolled her eyes. “You don't understand, the legends are true,” he said. “legends?” She questioned. “Werewolves, vampires, shadowhunters,” he said. “I never heard of a shadowhunter,” She said. “That's because we protect the mundane,” he said. "So I guess that makes me mundane?" She questioned him. "Yes you are" he nodded slightly. "And what do you exactly protect us from?" She looked at him. "Demons mainly but also the downworlders as well" he looked at me. "Downworlders? like a vampire?" She questioned. "Yes, like the vampires" he nodded slightly. "What if I said I don't believe you?" She looked at him. "You don't have too" he smirked as he looked at her. "So I'm supposed to believe some random guy from a cafe that I randomly let into my apartment?" she asked. "Well if you didn't trust me or felt safe around me then you wouldn't have let me in," he said. "That is true but I'm not sure about the stories you are telling," She said. "That's fine," he smiled. "Within time you will," he said. "Would you like something to drink?" she asked. "Sure, what do you have?" he asked. "Water, I could make some tea. I do have adult drinks but are you over 21?" she asked as she stood up from the chair. "Are you serious?" he chuckled slightly. "I don't know," she said as she walked into the kitchen.

He walked into the kitchen with her, leaning against the counter as he watched her. She reached up on her tippy toes trying to reach a glass. He came behind her, grabbing her hips slightly lifting her. She grabbed the glasses and he softly put her down. She turned to face him, his hands still on her hips. She gently bit her lip as she looked at him. He placed his hand on her chin and rested his forehead against hers. She leaned up slightly allowing her lips to touch his gently. He kissed her softly, moving his hand against her neck. She dropped the glasses in her hands, as they broke on the floor.

"Shit," she said. "Are you ok?" he asked. "Yea I'm fine" she took a deep breath in. "Are you hurt?" he questioned as he crouched down to pick up the broken glass. "I don't think so," she said as she bent down to help him. "I see blood," he said as he pushed her pant leg up. "It cut you," he said. "I guess it did," she said as she started to panic as she saw the blood. "Hey" he stood up and cupped her face in his hand. "Just breathe," he said. "Sorry," she said. "Shhh just breathe," he said. "Ok" she nodded as she took a few deep breaths in. "Come here," he said as he placed his hands on her hips, picking her up and placing her on the counter. "How bad is it?" she asked. "It's not bad," he said as he grabbed a paper towel and placed it on the cut. "Do I need stitches?" she looked at him. "No you will be fine," he said as he cleaned up the cut and bandaged it up. "Thank you," she said as she watched him. "No problem," he said as he cleaned up the mess. "I don't do well with blood, '' she admitted. "That's fine," he said as he moved closer to her. "But thank you," she said as she pulled him closer to her.

He rested his hands on her legs as he looked at her. She leaned in and kissed him softly again, placing her hand against his chest. He smiled against her lips as he placed his hand against her chin. She rested her forehead against his as she looked at him. She pulled away from him as she heard a knock on the door. She got down from the counter and answered the door. It was her sister, she opened the door and allowed her to enter. She turned to look back at the kitchen but he was gone.

"Where did he go?" she asked. "Who?" Janet asked. "Oh sorry, how are you?" she said as she looked at Janet. "Liz, what's going on?" Janet asked. "Nothing," she said. "So who were you looking for?" Janet asked as she walked into the kitchen. "Nobody," she said. "If you say so" Janet rolled her eyes. "So are we going out tonight?" she asked. "Of course," Liz said. "Ok then why aren't you ready or even attempting to get ready?" Janet asked. "I was just finishing up with some work, I'll meet you there," she said. "Alright, remember drinks start at 9," Janet said as she walked to the door. "I'll be there," Liz said as Janet left. "I need to get some sleep," Liz said to herself as she made her way upstairs.

She got into the shower and washed her hair quickly. She got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her. Making her way to her closet, quickly picking out something to wear. She sat down in front of her mirror and started to do her hair. She looked down for a quick second and when she looked back up at the mirror he was standing behind her.

"Shit," she said as she jumped. "Sorry," he said as he sat on the bed. "I thought you left," She said. "No,  just deglammerd," he said. "I'm not even going to ask" she rolled her eyes and went back to doing her hair. "A shadowhunter thing," he said. "Ok I just think you are good at hiding but what are you hiding from?" she looked at him. "Just to make it easier for you," he said. "Easier for me?" she asked as she got up. "Turn your head," she said as she started to get dressed. "I didn't think you wanted to introduce me to your sister,'' he said as he looked away. "A guy you just met," he said. "True but this is my apartment I can have whoever I want over' she said as she finished getting dressed. "I know, I didn't know," He said. "What is deglammering?" She asked. "It's a rune, basically I can make myself invisible," He said. "Oh," she nodded. "Where are you going tonight?" he asked. "A club with my sister, have a few drinks," she said as slipped her shoes on. "Mind if I come along?" he questioned. "Wait since you can be invisible, did you just creep me in the shower?" she looked at him. "I'm not a creep," he said as he stood up. "I wouldn't invade someone's privacy," he said. "I was just asking," she said. "I'll give you some space," he said as he walked downstairs. "Who said I needed space?" she asked as she followed him. "It just seems that way," he said as he opened the door. "Wait maybe you can show up later at the club?" she asked. "Do you want me too?" he looked at her. "Yea I do," she smiled. "Just don't show up when I do," she said. "Alright," he chuckled slightly as he left.

She left her apartment and left in her car. Heading towards the club, of course, her sister was blowing up her phone. She rolled her eyes and finally pulled up to the club. She parked and made her way inside, finding Janet at the bar. Liz ordered her drink and leaned against the bar. Taking a few sips as she looked out towards the dance floor.

"Once again, who are you looking for?" Janet asked. "No one," Liz said as she took another sip. "Sure," Janet said as she rolled her eyes. "When I have something or someone to show off you'll know it," Liz said.

Liz placed her drink down on the bar and went onto the dance floor. She started dancing, swaying to the beat of the music. Jace walked into the club and of course, he turned heads. All the ladies seemed to be drawn to him but he pushed past them. Liz caught his eye and he made his way onto the dance floor. Grabbing her hips and dancing with her. She smiled and leaned in, kissing him softly as they moved to the beat of the music. Once the music stopped they went back to the bar. While Liz was dancing someone slipped something into her drink without anyone noticing.

"Want a drink?" Liz asked as she picked up her drink. "I'll get one," Jace nodded and ordered a drink for himself. "Good" she smiled as she took a sip from hers. "Who is he?" Janet asked. "Jace, this is my sister," Liz said. "Nice to meet you," Jace said. "You too," Janet said.

They started drinking together, Jace noticed someone watching Liz. He tried to ignore it as he just wanted to focus on Liz and enjoy the night. He placed his arm around her waist as it seemed that she was getting drunk. She rested her head against his chest.

"Something isn't right?" Janet said. "What do you mean?" Jace asked. "She only had one drink, she's not a lightweight," Janet said. "Do you think someone spiked her drink?" Jace said. "I think so," Janet said.

Before Jace could respond Liz fell, he grabbed her helping her stand. He tilted her head up and looked into her eyes, they were glazed over. He knew someone spiked her drink, so he picked her up and left the club. Placing her in his car as Janet rushed out of the club.

"Where are you taking her?" She asked. "Probably to a hospital," Jace said. "I don't know you, so I'm not allowing you to take my sister," She said. "She needs to go to the hospital," Jace said. "How do I know it wasn't you who spiked her drink?" Janet crossed her arms. "Stop," Liz said as she opened the car door. "I trust him," she said before she started to puke.

Jace grabbed her hair and held it back. Rubbing her back as she threw up on the street. Once she finished he wiped her mouth with a tissue. Helping her lay back in the car and closing the door. He didn't even look back at Janet as he got into the car. He took off before Janet could do anything and he headed straight for the hospital. He pulled into the emergency and got out of the car. Picking her up and taking her inside, and they took her straight back. He went back to the car and parked it before entering the hospital. They allowed him to go back to the emergency room so he could be with her. He wasn't prepared to see what he saw, they were working on her. She was crashing and for once he couldn't help. They pulled the curtain so he couldn't see, the nurse pushed him into the waiting room.

"Alec I need you," he said into the phone. "What's going on?" Alec asked. "There were demons," Jace said. "Where?" Alec asked. "Doing what?" Alec said. "In the club, the one downtown," Jace said. "Drugging people," he said. "I'll see the reports and get back to you," Alec said. "Do it fast," Jace said before hanging up.

He paced the waiting room, jumped up at any doctor he saw. The minutes turned into hours without any word on how Liz was. He sat in the chair resting his head down in his hands. Alec showed up at the hospital and pulled Jace outside.

"What are you doing here?" Alec asked. "I was with one of the girls who was drugged," Jace said. "How is she?" Alec asked. "No word yet, did you find out?" Jace asked. "Yea we found out, it's being dealt with," Alec said. "Good," Jace said. "Why does this one girl matter?" Alec asked. "Because she does,"  Jace said. "Why?" Alec asked. "Just know she does, that's all you need to know," Jace said. "Alright," Alec rolled his eyes. "Thank you," Jace said as he went back into the hospital.

The doctor came up to him as he walked inside. Liz was alright but she needed to stay overnight. The doctor led him back to her room. She was still asleep as Jace walked in, taking her hand in his. He leaned down and kissed her forehead before sitting by her bedside. He stayed all night just watching her sleep. He just started to nod off to sleep when she woke up in the morning.

"Jace?" she whispered. "I'm here," he said as he sat up. "Where am I?" she asked. "You are in the hospital," he said. "Why?" she looked at him. "Because someone drugged you at the club," he said. "Am I ok?" she asked as she sat up. "Yea you are" he kissed her hand softly. "You didn't have to stay all night," she said. "I wanted to make sure you were ok," he said, "Thank you," she said,

He stood up and kissed her forehead again as the nurse came in. She was getting released from the hospital, he left the room so she could get dressed. He could hear fighting down the hall so he ran down to see what was going on. There were demons in the hospital, wanting everyone they drugged to be dead. Jace started to fight them and killed them with his blade. He killed the last demon and he turned to go back down the hallway when he saw Liz.

"Are you ready to go?" he asked. "You killed them," She said. "Wait, you can see them?" He looked at her. "You killed them," she said.

He was confused because mundanes cant see demons. She wasn't a shadowhunter so he started to question what she was. He stood there staring at her but then she rushed back to her room. Grabbing her things and leaving the hospital before he could ask her again. He snapped out of it and rushed behind her but she was gone. He made his way to his car and drove straight to her apartment. Everything that was hers was gone, it was like she vanished into thin air.

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Chrysanthemum

Part of my Floriography Series

Pairing: Din Djarin x FRIEND GN!Reader  Words: 2800 Warnings: a man gets turned upside down, mention of a wound but not detailed Synopsis: You work in a cantina and make friends with a visiting Mandalorian

Chrysanthemum: you’re a wonderful friend 

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The cantina you worked in was probably the only one on the planet that remained upstanding, only inviting the most respectable of individuals. From day one, your boss had stressed the importance of keeping people happy and safe in a galaxy that was far from it. That doesn’t mean you didn’t get the odd suspicious traveller coming in, but as long as they didn’t cause trouble or didn’t make anyone feel uncomfortable, they were more than welcome. 

So when a Mandalorian walked in one day with a small, green creature in his arms you did a double take, sharing a glance with your fellow bartender who gave a shrug and quickly busied herself with clearing a table. The patrons in the cantina were mostly human and had paused in their conversations to scrutinise the new arrivals, you just hoped none of them would make a scene.

“Welcome,” you put on your best smile and offered them a nervous wave, “can I be of assistance?”

The Mandalorian leaned a hip against the bar whilst his small friend happily squealed in your direction.

“Do you have anything he can eat?” he said, voice monotone and to the point as he set the creature on top of the bar. You had never seen anything like him, but he looked friendly enough and you bravely reached out to place your finger in his tiny hand. You saw the Mandalorian stiffen up but he made no move to stop you.

“We have fresh scrimpi, and some jerky if you’re only looking for a snack, or cook made a chowder this morning that I can heat up?”

“Cold chowder will be fine,” the Mandalorian perched himself on a stool and waited whilst you went into the kitchen to grab a bowl.

“What’s he like?” You jumped in surprise as your friend, Lyra, scurried into the kitchen unbeknownst to you.

“You should be out there tending to the patrons,” you scolded her, pouring a ladle of chowder into a bowl.

“I’ve never seen a real Mandalorian before! My father used to tell me stories of Mandalore and their fearsome warriors,” Lyra exclaimed excitedly.

“He doesn’t seem fearsome,” you shrugged, trying to move passed your friend who refused to let you by, “but maybe if he doesn’t get his food he will be.” 

Lyra raised an amused eyebrow, not taking your threat to heart but stepped aside anyway.

“Can’t I take him his food?” she asked hopefully, a pleading, child-like look in her eyes.

“No, do the rounds, make sure anyone seated at a table is a paying patron,” you ordered over your shoulder as you exited the kitchen. Lyra was positively giddy at the thought of being in the same building as a Mandalorian, if you’d allowed her to serve she probably would have done something embarrassing like tripping over her own feet and spilling food in the Mandalorian’s lap. 

When you re-entered the cantina the Mandalorian and his green friend were already sitting at a vacant table near the bar. Placing the bowl in front of the smaller of the two you smiled at the odd pair.

“Can I get you anything? A drink?”

“I’m fine, thank you,” the Mandalorian replied kindly. You were impressed by his manners, this huge, intimidating, armored man was a fierce sight to behold, but he had been nothing but polite and patient with you. 

“Does he have a name?” you asked, gesturing to the creature who was slurping from the bowl, his tiny hands precariously balancing the too large bowl. 

“Grogu,” the Mandalorian sounded unsure with his response, unsure of the name or unsure of telling you, you couldn’t tell. 

“Grogu,” he looked up at his name being called, long ears twisting to listen to you, wide eyes curious like any other child, “have you and Grogu travelled far?”

“A few… parsecs,” the Mandalorian sounded cautious once again, giving away little information. You couldn’t blame him, from the little you knew of Mandalorians, their beskar was probably worth more than what you earned in a year, you supposed it was second nature for a man like him to be careful who he spoke to. 

“Do you have somewhere to stay?”

The shiny helmet tilted down to Grogu who had quickly finished his chowder and was distractedly playing with an insect on the table.

“I only ask because we have a room free upstairs. I could ensure nobody bothers you, so you’ll have complete privacy,” you spoke softly, picking up the empty bowl ready to take away.

“That would be appreciated. My ship is being repaired,” he explained and you grinned, turning away from the table only to hear Lyra shouting from across the room.

The Mandalorian turned swiftly at the commotion, hand automatically going to the blaster at his hip, prepared for a fight if there was one. You waved a hand in the air, gesturing to him that you would handle it and hurried over to your friend.

“Is something the matter?” you asked, raising your eyebrows at Lyra who subtly shook her head.

“She thinks I haven’t paid, but I have!” The man standing at the table next to Lyra wasn’t tall in height or broad in stature, yet he had a bellowing voice that had you internally cringing. It was screechy, and he stomped his foot in a huff that would have made you laugh if you were an observer instead of the mediator. 

“Well, that’s easy to clear up. Everyone who steps through the door to the cantina is automatically scanned and entered into our datapads anonymously, and when you swipe your credit or hand over local currency that too is logged.”

“Y-you can’t do that!” he stuttered, wringing his hands nervously now he knew he was caught.

“It’s all part of upholding a respectable establishment,” your smile was sickly sweet but not cruel. You had the upper hand and you both knew it. “Shall I get my datapad?”

But before you had the chance to stop him, the man had slipped between you and Lyra and was heading straight towards the exit. You were too slow to get a good grip on him and Lyra was too shocked to make any movement at all. 

But there was no need to worry because quick as lightning the Mandalorian had stepped in the path of the thief, grabbed him by the back of his shirt and was hoisting him up in the air for all to see.

“P-put me down! Let- let me go!”

“Pay them, or I will personally see to it that you never walk again.”

The cantina was deadly silent, everybody holding their breaths in awe of the strength of the Mandalorian. Some were in fear of making a noise lest his anger turned on them, others were hoping he would carry through on his threat to see a good show. You just hoped none of this got back to your boss or your job would be on the line. 

When the thief was too scared to say anything, the Mandalorian began shaking him up and down until coins started spilling out of his pockets.

“Is that enough?” It took you a second to realise the Mandalorian was talking to you. You did a quick count of the value of the coins and gave a short, sharp nod.

The man went crashing to the floor after the Mandalorian let him go in mid air, and he scurried out of the cantina as fast as his legs could carry him. 

“Clean up the table and take your break, Lyra,” you said gently, seeing the shock in her eyes you knew she’d need a drink before carrying on with her shift. 

The Mandalorian knelt down to the floor, picked up the coins and handed them to you.

“Let me know if he comes back. I don’t think he will,” the Mandalorian chuckled, it was short and sweet but definitely real. 

“I’ll show you to your room.”

-

Word travelled fast when nothing exciting ever happened in the city you lived in. Local kids hung around on the street outside, hoping to catch a glimpse of the shiny new guy in the area, adults kept their distance not wanting to attract unwanted attention from the fearsome Mandalorian and patrons bugged you with too many questions you couldn’t answer. Didn’t want to answer. 

You had gotten to know Grogu and his guardian, albeit briefly, but long enough to know they could be trusted, they were good and kind and friendly to you and you weren’t going to betray the trust they’d placed in you when the Mandalorian decided to take you up on the offer of staying the night.

But with the good always came the bad, and not everybody could be trusted. Somehow, someone had given away the Mandalorian’s location and now their safety was compromised. And so was yours. 

It was midday when you heard the first lot of blaster fire from your place behind the bar. You hadn’t seen your new friends since you left them in their room the evening before, yet you guessed it had something to do with them.

The patrons in the cantina scrambled over each other to get to the exit but your main concern was Lyra. She was struggling to get through the crowd on the other side of the cantina, looking disorientated as she tried to steady herself against a table. You shouted her name to get her attention and pointed to a gap in the crowd down the side of the room. She followed your gaze and made her way towards you.

“Get to the kitchen, I’ll follow you when I know everybody has gone,” you ordered, squeezing her shoulder reassuringly whilst pushing her in the direction of the door. Once she was gone you peaked over the top of the bar to see the cantina empty. The blaster fire outside began again, grunts of pain reaching your ears but you put it to the back of your mind. There was no use worrying about strangers.

You crawled across the floor to the door that led to the kitchens and pulled down the handle. The door wouldn’t budge. You pressed your shoulder against it and thrust your body as hard as you could but still it didn’t move. You hissed in frustration. You had no choice but to take cover back behind the bar.

You crawled back to where you started, leaning heavily against the shelves under the bar when you heard it. Footsteps. Thud. Thud. Thud. Coming to a stop somewhere on the other side of the bar. Heavy footsteps that could only mean whoever was in the cantina with you was big, heavy built, definitely not a match for you even if you had a weapon on hand.

Scanning your surroundings gave you little hope, spying bottles of alcohol that would be too heavy to lift, dirty bowls that hadn’t made it to the kitchen yet and wouldn’t be much use as weapons, and a squirty plasto bottle with sterilising liquid inside that would pack a punch if it got into someone’s eyes. 

You slowly and silently reached for the bottle and held it in both hands against your chest, fingers on the trigger and nozzle pointing outwards. Carefully you pulled yourself into a crouching position, turning around so you would be facing the stranger and before you could talk yourself out of it you popped up from behind the bar, held the bottle out in front of you and continuously squirted. 

Your eyes were partially closed when you attacked so it took you a second to realise that no one was reacting to your assault, for very good reason. You weren’t squirting cleaning fluid at some low life criminal but at the beskar heavy helmet of the Mandalorian. 

You lifted your fingers off the trigger and slowly lowered your arms. You were mortified at what you’d done and that was clearly written on your face, a deep sigh leaving your lips as you awaited his reaction.

Which was to chuckle. He was laughing at you, quietly, almost to himself, muffled by the helmet. 

 “What exactly was your plan, burc’ya?”

You glanced to the bottle still in your hand and gave a tiny shrug, throwing it uselessly onto the floor. 

“Make a run for it whilst their eyes were bleeding out?” It came out as a question because if you were being honest, you hadn’t thought that far ahead, the adrenaline running through your body overtaking any common sense you had. 

“It may have worked,” he mused. He looked down to his foot, getting distracted by something you couldn’t see from your place behind the bar. When he knelt down you realised in the madness of the situation you had forgotten about Grogu who had toddled into the cantina behind his guardian. 

It was when the Mandalorian stood up, Grogu settled into one arm, that you noticed blood in the crook of his elbow, the fabric ripped and exposing a nasty wound. You swallowed the lump in your throat at not only the thought of him being hurt, but also having to tell the man who never showed a sliver of skin that he was vulnerable in front of you. 

“Err, you’re hurt,” you tentatively motioned to his arm. You heard him suck in a breath as he saw what you were looking at, his whole body going rigid and if you had been a stranger entering the cantina you’d think he was nothing but a statue with how still he became. 

You walked to the other end of the bar where the medical supplies lay and picked up a metal box to rest on the top. It was an unopened medikit, kept in case of emergencies but never used seeing as you never usually had trouble come to this part of the planet.

You picked up a bacta patch and went back over to your friend who was still awkwardly standing there. You thought the best thing you could do was act like everything was normal, that nothing was wrong, that his creed wasn’t being broken and you weren’t looking at his skin. And if he really wasn’t comfortable you would let him stop you.

Ripping open the packaging you pulled out the bacta patch and leaned over the bartop slowly, allowing him time to stop you but he didn’t. You placed the patch inside the gap in his shirt and pressed it over the wound, making sure the edges were stuck to his skin.

Grogu watched every move you made, as though ensuring his guardian was safe in your hands, letting out a tiny squeal of happiness when you finished. You grinned at the strange creature and stroked the tiny hairs atop his head and it was only then you felt the Mandalorian relax. Only slightly, his shoulders lowered from where they were tensed up and where he held Grogu against his chest plate he wriggled his fingers out of their rigidness. It was enough to say ‘I trust you’ but not enough to completely let his guard down. It made you smile and you hoped underneath his helmet he was smiling too.

-

You were cleaning down the tables before you opened up for the morning patrons when you felt his presence behind you. You spun around and grinned at the sight of the Mandalorian, Grogu nestled in the crook of his good elbow.

“How’s the wound?” you asked, it hadn’t been a deep wound but it was big enough to warrant your worry.

“Fully healed. Thank you for helping me,” he replied sincerely, “my ship is fixed so I’ll be leaving now.”

You were aware of your heart dropping in disappointment at his admission. Apart from Lyra you didn’t have many friends, and you had enjoyed the Mandalorian’s company the past two days, his sense of humor was on the same dry, wavelength as yours and his genuine kindness towards you was refreshingly welcome. 

“Will you come back one day?” you asked hopefully, expecting him to say ‘no’.

“You’d want to see me again?” he questioned, confusion marring his voice. 

“I don’t have many friends, and I like Grogu,” your smile was cheeky when you stepped closer to the two of them, reaching out to let Grogu grip onto your finger, just as you’d done the first time you’d met.

“I’m certain I will need to pass through here again someday,” the Mandalorian shifted his weight, careful not to pull Grogu away from you until you were ready. 

“Stay safe, okay?” You looked up into the visor of his helmet, hoping you were staring into his eyes as you pleaded with him.

“I will,” he promised.

You gave a squeeze to Grogu’s tiny hand and stepped back, giving them permission to leave. The Mandalorian nodded, a thank you and a farewell rolled into one, and you waved them goodbye, hoping and preying to see them again. 

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 ~ When you invite Tom and Harrison to go to a cabin in the woods with your old college friends, Tom devises a plan to finally confess his feelings for you. Little does he know, the cabin belongs to your ex-boyfriend, and he’s also seeking your attention this week {12k words, 3/19/21}

Risk it All

 ~ (Royalty!AU) As the princess, you have to hide your relationship with Tom, the stable hand. When your mother sets up a jousting tournament with the prize of your hand, Tom must risk it all to win your heart {4100 words, 11/25/20}

Nightmares

 ~ After watching The Devil All the Time with Tom and the boys, you have a nightmare and Tom comforts you {1300 words, 9/27/20}

Save a Horse

 ~ When an intern pranks Tom, Harrison, and Harry by sending them to a line dancing bar in Atlanta, the boys are in for one hell of a night, but maybe it isn’t all that bad when Tom meets you {2500 words, 9/17/20}

Break Up Songs

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Sweet as Sugar ♥

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Love Bug ♥

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Something Blue ♥

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Quarantine Cuts ♥

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Risky Quizness ♥

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How Perfect You Are

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Charles Krug Winery, St. Helena (No. 2)

Now in its third century, Charles Krug Winery is the quintessential example of a multigenerational winery that fuses tradition and innovation to craft wines of high acclaim. It is the oldest winery in the Napa Valley and has been owned and operated by the Peter Mondavi, Sr. family for four generations, founded in 1861. In late 2013, Charles Krug Winery opened its newly transformed and renovated historic Redwood Cellar Tasting Room and Hospitality Center. Originally built in 1872, the stunning space is a Registered National Historic Landmark. Designed by renowned architect Howard Backen, the renovation honors the winery’s noble which lend the handsome, contemporary—yet timeless—space an authentic, natural ambience.

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Title: In Bad Waters - part four Word count: ±2800 words Episode summary: Still in possession of the Winchesters’ belongings, Zoë meets up with the hunters on her next case. When it turns out to be a little more complicated than anticipated, she accepts their help in order to make an important deadline. Part four summary: After Dean takes a girl home, Sam goes to look for the huntress who is keeping the brothers’ belongings hostage. Episode warnings: Dark! NSFW, 18+ only! Descriptions of domestic violence/child abuse. Drug use/addiction. Angst, gore, violence, character death. Description of blood, injury and medical procedures/resuscitation. Swearing, alcoholism. Supernatural creatures/entities, mentions of demon possession. Descriptions of torture and murder, drowning. Illegal/criminal practices. Mentions of nightmares and flashbacks. Music: Shine On You Crazy Diamond - Pink Floyd Author’s note: Beta’d by @winchest09​ and @deanwanddamons​. Thanks, girls!

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     The nights are mild this November. The moon is almost full and stands high in the dark blue sky. This time it’s not the sun which shines a light on the hundreds of tombstones, neither does the cemetery have a peaceful feel like it did this morning. Trees create long shadows, so black that one would be afraid to walk through its darkness. At this hour the statues of angels and other Biblical figures don’t seem sacred, the figures looming over those who dare to disturb the dead.

     Anyone who would walk around the stretched out lands of Linwood Cemetery, would be rather sure the place is deserted. Nevertheless, someone is present. Not a grieving widow or a relative who got left behind, but a person who is, quite literally, digging up some dirt.      In a steady rhythm, scoops of soil fly through the air and land on a pile next to a hole in the ground. Down in the grave, Zoë is working like a miner. Even though it’s night, all she’s wearing is a thin Lakers basketball shirt, sweat shimmering on her body as her muscles move under her skin.

     For a moment she pauses; she reckons she’s almost there. Out of breath, she listens to her surroundings and scans the area like a periscope of a submarine, popping her head just above ground level.      Not a sound, nothing to see, yet she senses something. She can’t really put a finger on it, but glances at the loaded shotgun next to her in the grave nonetheless. She picks up the shovel instead, continuing to dig. Her senses grow stronger and the huntress freezes, picking up the smallest sound. Making a split second decision, Zoë goes for her shotgun, aims on pure gut instinct and fires. The slug demolishes half a gravestone and barely misses the person hiding behind it.      “Jesus Christ!” a startled voice cries out.      “Friends call me Zoë,” she responds, skillfully discharging the empty shell and reloading her rifle.

     She stays low to the ground and focuses on the tombstone from the hole, prepared for a possible counter attack, but nothing comes.      “Show yourself,” she commands.      A tall figure rises from behind the tombstone, his hands up.      “It’s me,” he says.      The man steps into the moonlight and Zoë instantly recognizes him.      “Sam...” She scoffs, actually not that surprised to see him. “Seriously man, there will come a day that I will kill one of you fucking Winchesters if you keep sneaking up on me like this.”

     “How the hell did you even notice me?” Sam questions, disappointed with his own ambushing skills.      “Are you kidding me? I can smell you from a mile away after your dive in that septic tank,” she nags.      Sam stares at her for a moment and smells himself.      “I showered!” he exclaims.      Zoë smirks; she can’t believe he actually fell for that. Sam also realizes she is deliberately messing with him and shoots her a deadly glare.      “What if I was the night guard?” he tests.      “If the night guard enters, I’ll notice it the minute he sets foot in the cemetery.” Zoë puts away her shotgun and picks up the shovel again. Before she continues digging, she looks back up. “What the fuck are you doing here anyway?”      Sam approaches the grave. “Looking for you.”      “Well, you found me. Now get lost,” the huntress scoffs.      “I’m not going anywhere without our stuff, Zo,” Sam states.      She stops what she was doing, leaning on the handle of the shovel.      “Sure. Just a sec. I’ll just pull your laptop case out of my back pocket and I think I stuffed the two duffel bags in my bra,” she responds, smartly.      He glares at her. “Ha-ha.”      Zoë continues shoveling dirt, while Sam halts on the edge of the hole in the ground. It’s not the first open grave he has seen, but that’s not what he’s looking at. Zoë has captured his attention, and Sam can’t stop watching.      The fabric of her shirt is drenched in sweat, a darker tone between her shoulder blades and down her chest. The moonlight distinguishes hardened arms and shoulders. She might be a lean built woman of no more than 5’8, yet clearly she is well trained. Even though Zoë has been working the soil for some time now, there is no sign of fatigue and every scoop is powerful. Just like that moment in Rochester, yesterday morning, she captivates him in such a way that it seems impossible to keep his eyes off her. When she walked by naked to turn up the radio she meant to get his attention, but apparently this time she feels uncomfortable.

     “What do you think this is? BustyAsianBeauties.com?” she remarks, glancing up at the hunter annoyed.      “Excuse me?” Sam returns, puzzled.      “Don’t get all innocent with me, perv. I happened to stumble on some browser internet history on your laptop, which is full of viruses because of that shit by the way,” she notifies.      Sam stares at her staggered, then the light bulb switches on. Rolling his eyes skyward, he huffs. “Dean.”      Zoë shrugs, continuing her job at hand. “I don’t really care which of you two can’t get laid enough. Your harddrive was a fucking mess.”      “You’ve been on my computer?”      It’s not so much a question. The tall Winchester eyes her from under his brown bangs, clearly not happy with her snooping around through his stuff. Zoë has the feeling that this would be a good time to lie, but just to rile him up a bit more, she doesn’t.      “I did, actually,” she comments. “Got a problem with that, college boy?”      Sam averts his gaze and grinds his teeth, which draws a reaction from Zoë.      “Hey, don’t be mad at me. I didn’t fuck up your computer with a dozen porn sites, videos, pi--”      “- I’m gonna kill him,” Sam growls.      “Oh, don’t wanna miss that.” Zoë turns up the speed, now that she has some extra motivation to hurry up.

     The youngest of the Winchester brothers glances down at her again. “So, this is your case?”      “I’m not digging up dead people for fun,” she retorts, without pausing.      “What’s the story?”      Zoë peers at him for a moment, but doesn’t stop with what she’s doing. Not seeing any harm in it, she gives him a brief summary. “Young girl got beat up by her father. One strike killed her.”      “Let me guess, what goes around comes around for the dad?” Sam assumes.      “Yep. Died yesterday,” she confirms.

     Whoa, she’s quick, Sam realizes. It’s not often that he has run a case that fast.      “How did you figure it all out in that short period of time?” Sam asks, genuinely interested.      “You guys have your methods to pick out cases. I have mine,” Zoë responds curtly.      The younger Winchester brother knows better than to continue the interrogation. A silence follows and Sam glances over at the gravestone.

     Laura Emily Shire      Beloved daughter and sister      01.22.1995 – 09.21.2005      Rest in Peace

     “Apparently not,” Sam comments on the last sentence, before he redirects his attention to the huntress. “Need help?”      “Do I look like I need help?” she counters.      He shakes his head and goes quiet, not daring to contradict her. He should have known Zoë wouldn’t accept a helping hand. So he watches, awkwardly, not sure what to do with his hands. Not for long, though, because three swings later, Zoë hits the coffin.

     The sudden difference in sound when the steel shovel collides with the wood draws Sam’s attention. He glances over the edge as Zoë wipes the dirt away. A hardwood beech coffin is exposed once again. Zoë busts the hinges with her shovel and opens the coffin, after which she quickly backs out. It’s one thing to burn just bones, but this little girl is still in the process of decomposition.      “Argh… man, that’s bad.” Zoë covers her mouth and nose with her hand and turns at Sam, who hands over her backpack.

     Trying not to inhale as she takes out a bag of salt and a small jerry can filled with gasoline, she continues to cover the remains with both.  She climbs out of the grave and takes a matchbox out of her pocket. With a smooth strike, Zoë lights a couple of matches and drops them down the hole. Almost immediately the fire spreads out and shines an orange light on their faces as the heat reaches for them. The body burns for a while and when the fire almost dies out, she shovels the dirt back in the hole. Sam wants to help, but she only brought one shovel, so there’s not much he can do.

     “How did you find me by the way?” Zoë wonders, as they saunter back to the main gates of Linwood Cemetery twenty minutes later.      “I drove by and saw your Harley in the parking lot of the Hampton, asked for you at the desk. They called up to your room, but you didn’t answer. Since your bike was still there, I just figured you were at the cemetery across the street,” he explains.      “I could have been having a bite and a drink somewhere,” she suggests.                          “Could have, yeah,” Sam admits, a small smile on his lips.      “Lucky guess, huh?” Zoë grins as they amble through the gate.      “More like a coincidence,” he expresses.      “Let me tell you one thing, Sam.” Zoë looks over her shoulder, an all knowing grin on her lips. “There’s no such thing as coincidence.”  

     They halt in front of the Hampton Inn as Zoë shakes off the cold and shrugs on her jacket. Grave digging can be quite intense, but now that she’s not busting her ass, she’s freezing. Before the huntress moves inside, she throws her backpack over her shoulder and turns around at Sam.      “What are you doing tonight?”      “Not much, actually. Dean has a girl over at the motel,” he sighs.      “Ah, I was wondering where the fucker was. Another one, huh? Not a shifter this time?” The huntress winks, remembering the joke she pulled on him.      Sam laughs too. “Not this time.”      “You didn’t tell him that we don’t know what sex that thing was, right?” Zoë checks.      “Nope.” Sam’s eyes sparkle for a moment, in the same way Dean’s eyes do so often. It’s probably a Winchester thing.      “I bet he has nightmares about it,” Zoë grins, enjoying the idea, but then turns to Sam as her amused facial expression changes into something more serious. “You have any last night?”

     Sam looks her in the eye and the sparkle disappears. He forgot about the fact that he opened up to the huntress about the strange dreams he’s been having and for a second he feels uncomfortable. He’s happy to shake his head.      “No, I slept quite well, actually. First time in three weeks,” he returns.      “Well, I didn’t.” She yawns and quickly covers her mouth with her hand. “I’m gonna catch some sleep. Night, Sam.”

     Zoë intends to stroll inside and leave the hunter at the entrance, but he clears his throat.      “Aren’t you forgetting something?”      Sleepy and confused, Zoë halts and looks at the younger Winchester. “You’re not getting a kiss, if that’s what you’re waiting for.”      Sam eyes her. “Our stuff.”      “Oh right,” she remembers, entering the Hampton Inn, Sam in tow.

     They take the elevator up to the second floor, where the huntress turns left, expecting Sam to follow. The younger Winchester seems impressed with the luxury of the hotel; he’s used to hunters settling for a much cheaper accommodation. As she slips her keycard through the lock, she yawns again.

     “That bad, huh?” Sam chuckles.      “I haven't had much sleep lately. Too many cases,” she replies and walks directly to the bathroom. “Let me freshen up, one sec.”

     One sec turns out to be five minutes, because after that amount of time she walks out of the bathroom, fresh and showered. She’s wearing a Nirvana shirt and pajama shorts, not even bothered to put on a bra, even though she has company. She’s going to turn in for bed soon anyway, the aftermath of her high this morning seriously kicking in. She carelessly beckons at Sam, pointing at the other end of the room.      “You can find your shit in the closet.”

     Sam crosses the space and opens the double doors. He lets out a sigh of relief when he sees the duffel bags, but he can’t spot his laptop.      “It’s on the table, still hooked up to the server,” she answers before he can ask.      He walks over and notices the USB cable. “Why is it hooked up?”      “Don’t get all emotional about it, but I’m copying my supernatural database to yours,” she tells him. “Since you guys are still going on what’s in that old book.”      Sam’s eyebrows perk up, surprised. She actually did that, something nice without him asking? Maybe she’s not so bad as his brother would have him believe after all.      “Thanks,” he expresses.

     She looks aside, able to tell that his gratitude is sincere. Touching the mouse pad, she triggers the screen to light up; it’s still copying. To pass the time she opens ITunes, starts one of her favorite playlists and the first tunes of Shine On You Crazy Diamond by Pink Floyd come from the speakers.      “Don’t mention it, but I'll tell you what.” She straightens her back and walks over to her bed. “It’s still transferring files, which might take another hour or so. If you don’t have a place to stay anyway, why don’t you hang out here? You can crash on the sofa if you want.”

     Another unexpected act of kindness; she just invited him in. Not that she would want anything from him, though, or does she? For a second the Winchester wonders why she’s so interested in him all of a sudden. She’s being nice, and that’s just off.      “Sure, if you don’t mind,” Sam accepts, masking his suspicion.      “As long as you shut your piehole, I don’t mind. I really need to sleep,” she clears up as she crawls into bed and pulls the covers up till her nose. “Remote is on the TV if you want to watch anything, as long as it isn’t porn,” she mumbles, fitting her eye mask over her face.      “Thanks, I’m good,” he assures, sitting down behind the table and glancing at the screen.      He watches the bar move slowly, the percentage going up with each passing minute.      “Hey Zo, is it alright if I--”      But he doesn’t finish his sentence. Zoë is already far away, curled up in fetus-position, wrapped in her covers. She seems so peaceful and vulnerable, so unlike the Zoë Sullivan he got to know these past couple of days. He smiles at the endearing sight. She’s quite a peculiar woman.

     It only takes a moment, though, before guilt settles on his chest and memories cloud his mind. Because every time when he thinks of Zoë, his thoughts wander off to Jessica as well. As if a voice in the back of his mind is mocking him for taking an interest in the new huntress. That it’s ‘not done’ since he’s in a relationship. But he isn’t. Jess is gone forever.

     Sam swallows apprehensively and glances at his laptop again. He sees images transferring, of ghouls and werewolves, wendigos and demons. Honestly, he can’t wait to get his hands on that thing that killed his former girlfriend and his mom. Never has he felt the urge to kill something so strongly, never has he felt so much anger and hatred towards anything. Of course, he has ended the lives of creatures and burned the bones of the souls that stayed behind, but never out of hate. He did those things for opposite reasons; to save people and help spirits to move on.

     The frustrating part about his attempt to find the creature that was responsible for the death of his loved ones? He has no idea where to start. Their dad has disappeared from the face of the earth and he and his brother have no leads whatsoever. They need to get back on the road, find their father and make progress fast, before that thing disappears off the radar again. Sam is going to make sure that he and Dean leave this town tomorrow first thing in the morning.

     When the time comes, when they finally find their father, the next step is making the bastard pay that murdered Mom and Jess. That thought right there is what drives him, disturbing yet thrilling, but that’s what everyone is after. The death of that monster, the ultimate revenge.

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Chapter 1: Family ties

Series Summary: Jack goes missing days after his father betrays their family by joining another syndicate. Everyone suspects Lucifer but instead of sitting around wondering, Castiel goes to the best detective he knows: Dean Winchester. The cynical detective has lost his lust for life and doesn't want to make his miserable days anymore miserable by being caught between the two biggest crime families in the country. Ever persuasive, Castiel is able to recruit him and start a relationship that neither of them expected.

Summary: Castiel can't bite his tongue around his family anymore. Meanwhile, Dean thinks about retirement up until he finds that his agency has been broken in to.

Pairing: Destiel

Other characters: Samandriel, Sam, Gabriel, Jack(Mentioned), Lucifer(Mentioned) Max, Cassie(Mentioned) Charlie (Mentioned)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Language, mentions of violence, guns, smoking, death mention, threats

Word count: 2800+

A/N: Thank you to my amazing beta @cajunquandry, I appreciate you making this fic sparkle! Anyways I am obsessed with Noir films and bamf!Castiel, so why not feed into both? Enjoy!

Masterlist

Three days missing

Castiel

Cigarette smoke fogs the room, the sound of jazz music combatting the chattering crowd. Sitting in the corner of the bar is Castiel, swirling his beer mindlessly.

It's driving him insane.

His family, all crowded around him, celebrates some meaningless victory and pretend like nothing is wrong. The absolute disregard for Jack's disappearance is enough to make him want to snap. But he doesn't. Instead, he swirls his beer and avoids the looks from his brothers. Samandriel stares at him from across the bar, babysitting a glass of water. He seems to be the only other person that gives a damn. Castiel begins raising to his feet, halting when Sam sits next to him. Sighing, Castiel sinks back into his seat.

“Hey,” Sam says, rolling his sleeves up. Castiel grunts in response, setting his beer down and leaning back in his seat.

“You came.”

“Yeah, uh Gabriel wouldn't stop calling the office so...” Sam shrugs, gesturing for the bartender. He orders a shot of vodka, clearing his throat. “You ok?” he asks, patting Castiel's back.

“Far from it,” he retorts, flicking his eyes to the other man. “He's gone. No trace, no signs, just vanished. I'd feel better if there was a body.”

Sam nods, downing his shot with a huff. “I get it –”

“Do you?,” he snaps, glancing over his shoulder before continuing. “All they talk about is 'loyalty' and 'putting the family first', but the moment it really counts they're nowhere to be seen,” he growls.

Sam nods. “No, I get it, I do,” he says, nodding once more. Before Castiel can respond, Gabriel is throwing his arms around them.

“Stop being a fucking buzz kill!” Gabriel whines, tssking his younger brother. Castiel shakes out of his grasp, whirling around toward the crowd. Gabriel offers him a bottle of whiskey, wiggling his eyebrows. “Live a little, baby bro.”

Snatching the bottle away, Castiel stands from his seat, gaining whoops and hollers from his family.

“Castiel –”

“My nephew,” he begins, cutting Sam off. The crowd goes quiet. “Our nephew has disappeared from the face of the earth.” Castiel swigs from the bottle, a river of liquor running down his neck. “Could be dead or worse.” He smashes the bottle against the ground and Sam flinches back, a look of concern crossing his face. “Excuse me if I'm not 'chipper',” he adds, a faux-smile on his face. The room is silent, even the music has stopped. Castiel stares around at the sea of shocked faces, his chest heaving as the anger bubbles inside of him. “You're all full of shit. Being with family only matters to you when it's fun!”

Sam stands from his seat, patting Castiel's back. “I think we should go,” he whispers, flinching when Gabriel clears his throat.

“Look, we all know Lucifer has him, can't take him from his dad now can we?” Gabriel asks.

They could. All they'd have to do is find the bastard, tell him to give Jack up, and take him home. Castiel considers telling Gabriel this, but heads for the door instead. He ignores the protests from his family, tucking his hands into his pockets and making his way down the road. He pulls a lighter from his pocket with a huff. He looks over his shoulder at the sounds of a car approaching, rolling his eyes. 

“Need a ride?” Sam asks, easing the car to a stop. Silently, Castiel leans against the hood of the car, pulling a cigarette from his shirt pocket. “Come on, get in.”

“No, get out.” Sighing, Sam pulls his keys out of the ignition, sulking over to him with a cocked smile. “The detective,” he says, flicking his eyes up to Sam.

“My...brother?” Sam asks, shaking his head when Castiel nods. “It's not gonna happen.”

“He was able to get to Michael. I still don't know how he got close enough,” he says, resting a hand on Sam's arm. “What I do know is if anyone could find Jack, it's him.”

“It's not gonna happen,” he repeats, stiffening as Castiel squeezes his shoulder. “Dean doesn't deal with the mafia,” he adds.

“Please. It's like I'm the only one who gives a damn,” he says, gently rubbing Sam's arm. “I can't do this alone,” he adds. Sam melts under the touch, as he always does, and darts his eyes away.

“It's not that easy,” he mumbles. Castiel flicks his cigarette away before bracing Sam's other arm, a stone look on his face.

“An address. That's all I need. If he says no, then I'll leave,” he says. Sam rolls his eyes and gently urges Castiel's hands away.

“Only if you go back to the bar with me.” Sam points behind himself. “You owe me a shot.” Castiel hums, shrugging.

“Fine.”

–

Four days missing

Castiel stares down at the sloppily written address, squinting his eyes. The ink is smudged thanks to Gabriel spilling a drink all over the napkin, but he thinks he has the right place. He rubs a hand over his eye, trying to shake away his hangover. Never again will he challenge his overgrown lawyer to a drinking contest. He stares down at the address once more, glancing up when he hears humming. A man with caramel skin makes his way to the building, pulling out a set of keys. After opening the door, he disappears into the building. 

Glancing around, Castiel draws his gun, jogging across the street and ducking into a nearby crevice. Minutes later the delivery man is reemerging. He sets down his sack of packages and sorts through the keys once more. Castiel creeps up behind him, pressing his gun into the other man's back.

“Don't scream,” he says, voice calm. The man obliges, slowly raising his hands up. “What's your name?”

“Max,” he grunts, looking over his shoulder with a sigh. “I don't carry my wallet, but I think someone ordered a blender,” he says dryly, nodding to the bag.

“I need to get into this building,” he says in a near whisper.

“You couldn't just ask?”

“Would you have let me in?” he retorts. Max shakes his head, sorting through the keys once more and opening the door. He leads Castiel inside, hands still in the air. “Come with me.”

“Why?” Max grows, shooting him a glare. Castiel opens the door to the detective's office, pushing Max in first. The room feels claustrophobic; the mess on the floor and desk isn't helping. It smells faintly of cigarettes and warm cologne. Castiel looks at each corner, noting that there aren't any cameras. He sinks down into the spinning chair behind the desk, gesturing at Max with his gun.

“I'm a very good shot,” he begins, opening a drawer and digging around. “But if I happen to miss, I will find you, and if I find you, things will be much less pleasant than they are now.”

“Wow, you're a blast to deal with,” Max says, leaning against the wall.

Castiel grabs a picture of a stoic man and a curly haired woman from the desk, his gun still aimed at Max. “I've been told recently that I'm not,” he says, furrowing his brow. They both share a solemn look. Dean, he assumes, looks far more intense than Sam described him. He flips the photo over, chuckling under his breath. 'The wife and I try to be serious for once. Didn't work. September '48'. he turns the picture once more, observing Dean before getting back to his main mission. Cameras. Bugs. Recorders. Anything a cop could use to get him caught up. He squats down, running his hand underneath the desk.

“...flies in.”

Castiel frowns, looking up at the source of the voice. His throat runs dry as he trails his eyes over the man before him. Black pants that cling to his bow-legs. A button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing freckle kissed skin. His face falls into a frown, his cherry red lips parted. Castiel forces himself to look away, glancing down at the picture.

Dean.

Dean

Dean tosses a burger on Sam's desk, a toothy grin on his face.

“Mornin' sunshine,” he cooes, gaining a groan from Sam. “Come on, grease is the hangover miracle cure.”

“I just need sleep and...copious amounts of coffee,” the younger Winchester groans, slowly rising from his desk. “...And to never drink again,” he adds, eyeing the burger.

“Yeah, leave it to the professionals buddy,” Dean says, shooting him a wink. Sam furrows his brow and unwraps his burger as he leaves his office.

“Any new cases?”

Dean hums, following Sam out and staring at the sky. The last case had ended with him locking one of the Novak brothers up, and sending another one running for the hills. The months to follow have been almost stagnant. “I think it's time,” he says. Sam bites into his burger, cocking an eyebrow at him. “You know, retirement. No more catching politicians in motels, just me and Baby.”

Sam scoffs. “Yeah, ok.”

“What? I'm serious!” Dean says, gesturing to the air. “Look at this, Sammy,” he says. The sky is blue with few clouds painting the sky. Cars are racing down the street, along with many people hustling on the sidewalks. “I don't get to enjoy this beautiful city anymore.”

Sam chuckles, glancing around. “Someone peed on this 'beautiful' sidewalk,” he says, pointing to a spot on the ground. Dean hops over it, staring at the stain as he passes. “But yeah, you're missing out,” Sam chuckles.

“Ha. I think it'll be good for me, though,” Dean says, stroking a finger along his jaw. “Solving crimes, angry convicts just waiting to catch me in a dark alley. I don't like it anymore.” Sam frowns, tossing the last bite of his burger into his mouth.

“All you've ever talked about is helping people.”

“Yeah, well.” Dean pauses, darting his tongue over his lip. “Just doesn't get me out of bed like it used to,” he says, glancing at his brother. The younger Winchester gives him his trademark puppy dog eyes, making him huff. “What?”

“Being cooped up in the house all day thinking of Cassie isn't healthy, Dean.” He speaks slowly, keeping his eyes locked on Dean's. “Neither is drinking yourself to sleep and waking up next to random strippers. The agency is the only thing that kept you sane,” he adds. Dean chuckles, his chest tightening at the mention of her. At the office. Sitting at home. It doesn't matter, the only person on his mind will always be her. He twists the wedding ring around on his finger, forcing out a laugh.

“You'd make a better shrink than a lawyer.”

“Fine, let's say you quit, what about Charlie? She needs the job and you know it,” Sam says. Dean purses his lips with a shrug. As he approaches his agency, his face sinks. The door is wide open, and on the side of the door sits Max's parcel bag.

“Wait here,” Dean grunts, gaining a perplexed look in return. Slowly, he pokes his head into the door, scanning his eyes over the room. Nothing seems disturbed, save for his door being left open. He scratches his scruff, eyeing the door to his office. Cracked open. “Max, you left the door open,” he yells, making his way toward his office. “Gonna let flies in...” his voice trails away at the scene before him. Max, standing in the corner with his hands up. A vaguely familiar man digging in his desk with a gun aimed at the delivery man. The man stares at Dean silently, blue eyes dancing.

“Go,” the man says, waving his gun at Max. He reluctantly walks out of the room, hands still in the air. “Are there any bugs?” he asks, voice rasping. Dean slowly makes his way to a bottle of whiskey sitting on the window seal, shaking his head.

“Had a couple roaches a while back, other than that, no,” he says, grabbing two glasses. He sets them on his desk, filling the glasses half-way with the liquor. “Dean Winchester. Am I looking at a new client?”

“I hope so,” he says, reluctantly tucking his gun into the back of his pants. Dean offers the man a cup of whiskey, sipping from his own. “This isn't how I imagined this interaction going.”

“I figure either you shoot me, or you pay me. Neither sounds bad these days,” he says, chuckling. The other man remains silent. “So...wife's cheating? Boss stealing from the company? What's the case?”

“A missing person, my nephew,” he says, making his way around the desk. Dean grabs a pen and a piece of crumpled paper, leaning on his desk.

“Fun. What's he look like?” Dean asks.

“Brown hair. About 5'10''. Twenty-two. Blue eyes...” He gulps down his whiskey, wiping his mouth afterward. “I just need to know that Jack is alive.”

Dean jots down a few notes, nodding to himself. “Right, and what's your name?” he asks. The other man pauses, looking to the ground. Dean stares at him silently, rolling his wrist when the man doesn't say anything. “You know, like the thing people call you?”

“Castiel,” he says, biting his lip. “Castiel Novak.”

Dean tosses the pen and paper, clasping his hands together. “There it is. I don't work with murderers. If you need a lawyer, my brother's always taking new clients,” he says, gesturing to the door. “Have a good one.”

Castiel takes a step closer. “Sam is the reason I'm here. I'm out of options.”

“Look, I feel for you, I really do but I'll be damned if I get involved with the mafia,” he says, holding his hands up and shaking his head.

“Who said anything about the mafia?”

“You do realize that I locked up Michael, right?” Dean asks. Castiel clenches his jaw, huffing. 

“Jack doesn't deserve to be ignored because of what his family is 'allegedly' involved in,” he says,taking a step closer to Dean. “Name a number, any ridiculous price and it's yours.”

Chuckling, the Winchester crosses his arms over. “I don't take blood money.” He nods to the door. “See ya,” he adds. Sam jogs into the room, staring between the two men with raised eyebrows.

“Hey, what's up with Max?” Sam asks, frowning when his eyes land on Castiel. “Oh, you've met.”

“Yup. We met and now he’s on his way out,” Dean says, sipping his liquor before setting the cup down. Castiel pinches the bridge of his nose, chest heaving. Wordlessly, he pulls his gun out, aiming it at Dean.

“I don't think you understand the position you're in.”

“Woah, hey,” Sam says, holding his hands up to Castiel. “Let's calm down.”

“I don't have time for this. I need help, Dean.”

Dean cracks a grin, tilting his head. “I already told you my answer. Burn down my business, shoot me, whatever. I've got nothing to lose.”

“Yeah?” Castiel returns his smile, turning the gun on Sam. “Well, You've got him,” he says. Dean stands from his desk, his smile being replaced with a grimace. “Lay his life on the line, and I'll know you stand for nothing.”

“Castiel,” Sam says, hurt apparent in his tone.

“You love pointing that thing around, huh?” Dean asks, voice wavering. Castiel stares at him blankly, cocking his gun.

“Might I remind you that I've been accused of allegedly killing men for much less. Imagine what I'd hypothetically do to him to gain your cooperation, Detective,” he says. A look of hurt crosses Sam's face, and he turns his eyes to the elder Winchester, letting out a heaving breath. Castiel raises his eyebrows, turning his gun to the ceiling and firing off a round. “In case you thought it wasn't loaded.”

Dean looks between both men, swiping a hand over his face. When Castiel points the gun at Sam, Dean holds his hands out to him. “I'll do it,” he blurts, heart pounding in his chest. Smiling, Castiel de-cocks his gun, looking between both men.

“Thank you, I'll be here first thing tomorrow.”

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[ahnsael]

Just a heads up, this article comes from a site that gives you maybe two or three articles a month, then goes on a paywall. But since it mentioned the song of my people (food cart vendors, aka Outdoor Vending, or ODV, department 944, and where I spent my Disney career on both of my stints with Disneyland).

But apparently about 300 of the 28,000 layoffs in Disney’s U.S. parks will be in Disneyland’s Outdoor Vending department.

For context: during the busy summer season, our department usually topped out at about 700 people. During the off-season, we sometimes didn’t even have 300 people as active cast members in the department.

This is a GIGANTIC cut for ODV. Granted, this probably includes DCA, which isn’t a part of my numbers. That probably adds another 150-200 in the off-season, another 600 or so in the peak season (those numbers are guesses since I never was part of DCA’s ODV because I wanted to stay in the better park).

But that means that, going into the fall off-season, when the off-season would be getting underway, that’s two-thirds of ODV cast members losing their job.Only the main carts will likely be open, with the rest being mothballed for the near future. That means one popcorn cart in each of Main Street, Fantasyland, and New Orleans Square (MAYBE one in Frontierland), one ice cream stand on Main Street, New Orleans Square (not Frontierland for this one), Toontown, and Fantasyland, a churro cart in front of the castle, plus one near the Haunted Mansion and one near Small World (MAYBE one in Tomorrowland, but I doubt it), ONE balloon vendor for the day, who will hang out on Main Street on the shift that ends the day, whatever the park’s hours will be (no daytime balloon vendors), a pretzel cart in Fantasyland, Tomorrowland (ODV has to have SOME presence there, and pretzels sold better than other things), and Frontierland, and frozen lemonade in Fantasyland and New Orleans Square. Edelweiss Snack will probably open near the Matterhorn (turkey legs, chimichangas and buttered corn on the cob, and frozen beverages), MAYBE they operate the turkey leg/chimichanga cart at Central Plaza (it may also have corn on the cob -- ODV didn’t have that in my day), and the Cappuccino cart on Main Street will likely be there. That’s probably going to be it (plus backstage staff and stockers/stewards). That’s likely your ENTIRE outdoor snack option without going to counter service or full service or a buffeteria.

Which, honestly, gives you plenty of options. Not to defend the layoffs, because people I worked with and shed blood, sweat, and tears with (each of those things are meant literally), and who I grew to like and respect, even all those years ago, may be among those losing their jobs. And, even if not, I am forever a part of the cast member family, and these layoffs hurt emotionally, even if I don’t work for them and know I’m not one who is losing my job (so far -- if people keep refusing to wear masks in my casino, I also may be out of a job soon if the Gaming Control Board pulls our license to operate, which they have threatened to do).

(ODV is not in charge of fruit carts where you get those really big pickles or an apple or orange or a bottled beverage, so I didn’t include those, but I would guess the fruit carts on Main Street, Adventureland, and Critter Country would all remain open -- if one closes I would guess Adventureland).

I feel like I should make a tribute video, but there’s not exactly a lot of video out there based on ODV. But I have VERY fond memories of that department, as much physical work as it was. But, especially in my first tour of duty from Spring 1994 to Fall 1997, we had the most amazing group of people I’ve ever worked with, before or since, and that was a golden age for Disneyland (I’m not saying it’s THE definitive golden age, but it certainly was a golden age as far as I’m concerned).

If anyone who reads this does visit Disneyland after they reopen, I would LOVE to have confirmation/denial of my predictions. I know that’s a long shot -- but if you DO happen to be there when they reopen (whenever that may be), shoot me a submit or an ask to tell me whether my predictions were accurate.

[justkending]

Used to Be Overlooked. Chapter 14.

Summary: Steve Rogers was walking down the streets of Brooklyn after finishing a mission. The goal was just to take some time to clear his mind along the city streets, but when he runs into a gorgeous young lady that looks extremely familiar… How can he go about moving on? Who is she? What does he know her from? Was that memory even from this decade?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Rosalyn Ember/ Y/N ?)

Word Count: 2800+

Warning: SLOW BURN. Soooo slow, but sooooo worth it...

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Chapter 14:

“Rosalyn!” Bruce said putting down the gadget he was messing with, and taking off his goggles as well. “What a pleasant surprise? When Tony said you were here and wanted to talk, I have to admit, I was kinda surprised. We haven’t heard from you since the dinner.”

You walked in with Steve right next to you. He had opened the door for you and motioned for you to enter first. Tony was probably close behind.

“Yes, that’s my bad. I’ve been having some major things happen at the lab, and needed to take some time to get it all sorted,” you smiled politely as you walked over to the station he was at. “But in good news, we found a vaccine for the flu that I was telling to you about.”

“Oh, that’s great news! I remember you saying something about it hopefully being done a couple of years from now, but to hear it’s finished so soon is amazing!”

“Amazing indeed. We just needed some insight from a fellow scientist at a partnering lab, and sure enough, progress was made,” you said looking at Steve, who was now standing tall next to you, and then looking back at Bruce with a soft grin.

“Well, like you said. It never hurts to have fresh eyes on something. You never know what you could be missing.”

“Very true.”

“Ok, the king is here! Why don’t we get this party started?” Tony said making a grand entrance. You all turned your heads to the door he came in, and watched as he waltzed over to a stool and turned his body toward you as he leaned against the counter. “What brings your beautiful presence to us this afternoon, Miss. Ember?” he smirked.

“Right,” you sighed remembering all the nerves that you were feeling before coming.

As you got flustered and hesitant at taking the next step you came here for, you felt Steve’s large hand on the small of your back. You looked up meeting his kind and reassuring crystal blue eyes. He sent you a soft and warming smile, and a sense of ease washed over you. For a second.

You took a deep breath before reaching into your bag and retrieving the folder you showed earlier.

“I have some things to discuss with you both. Now, this thing is a very big secret near and dear to my heart, and I ask that you give me a chance in explaining it before throwing me under the category of crazy or… Well… different,” you said looking between the two men who were now furrowing their eyebrows at you.

They gave each other a look of confusion and turned to Steve who just nodded and turned his head to you. You could tell he was there in full support and was going to have your back in the whole process. It made the whole situation a lot easier to handle honestly.

“Rosalyn, is everything ok?” Bruce said taking a concerned step toward you.

“My name isn’t Rosalyn actually.” you said in a soft tone. You handed him the folder which he took hastily, and looked down at it then to your face for direction. “My name is Y/N Erskine, and everything that you need to know about me is in that folder right there.”

You finally turned a glance at Tony behind Bruce, and saw surprise, but not as much as you were expecting. He stood and walked over to Bruce taking the folder from him and quickly pulling out the contents from it.

He started scanning over the files you had, and Bruce took a second to comprehend the situation before looking over Tony’s shoulder and starting to read what he could.

“Wait a minute, this birth certificate is from 1918.” Bruce said stealing the papers from Tony, and looking harder at it. “Y/N Erskine. Daughter of Dr. Abraham Erskine and Mary Erskine. Born October 11, 1918 in Martin Luther Hospital, Berlin, Germany at 2:03 am.” he continued to read. “I-I-”

“Easy there Banner. Don’t get too worked up,” Tony said taking the papers easily from the shocked scientist and looking over them himself before letting out a short laugh. “Good to know,” he mumbled, but you heard it.

“You don’t seem too surprised Mr. Stark,” you said crossing your arms and looking at Steve. Had he told Tony after you begged him not to. Frustration started slowly welling up in your chest. Remember Y/N. Steve wouldn’t do that.

“Should I be? I mean the man your standing next to is literally, what? Four months older than you? I hate to tell you sweetheart, but there have been weirder things that I have seen in my life,” he said sifting through the papers on the counter. Then he came across your blood work. “Now this. This something new,” he said raising and eyebrow, and lifting the paper into the light some more.

“That would be the test I’ve ran over my blood.” you said walking over and standing next to him as you sorted through to find more of those types of papers.

“This doesn’t look normal,” Tony said.

“That’s because it isn’t,” Steve interjected making you both look at him as he made his way over to stand by you once again.

Bruce was still standing where you left him trying to process the fact your birth was almost a hundred years ago.

“Banner, get you ass over here, and look at this,” Tony said snapping his fingers and effectively bringing Bruce’s attention back to you.

“I-I don’t understand-” Bruce sputtered as he sat on the other side of the table looking at you with wide eyes.

“Yes, we know you don’t understand it,” Tony scoffed. “Look at these, and maybe you will,” he said sliding the papers over to him.

Bruce took them and started reading the blood work.

“The white blood cell count is high. If it’s this high, then you should be sick,” he said looking up at you before looking back to make sure he was reading it right.

“What does he mean?” Steve asked as he went to look over Bruce's shoulder.

“White blood cells are part of the immune system of the body. They help fight off illnesses, allergies, infections, and the list goes on. The problem is, if you have too many, then your body can develop bad diseases. Cancer bad,” you explained.

“But that doesn’t make sense for what you’re body does,” Steve said now more confused.

“Exactly, but if you look closer and knew how blood cells are supposed to look-”

“These are modified. They aren’t normal ones. They are bigger, and look…” Banner tried finding the words. “Mutated. Stronger. I-I don’t understand how…” he was still trying to process.

“Ok, Rose- Sorry, Y/N,” Tony said putting the paper he was reading down and turning to you. “I think we are going to need a little background story before we keep reading these lab reports that make no sense to us.”

“Right,” you sighed grabbing a stool and getting comfortable. “What I’m about to say may seem a little… crazy, but-”

“I’m sure I’ve heard worse. Lay it on us,” Tony smiled softly trying to make you more comfortable.

You returned the smile feeling a little better about all of this. Bruce was shocked and still trying to wrap his head around it, but at least he wasn’t screaming at you for lying. Tony was just genuinely curious like Steve said he would be. Less surprised than you thought, but reassuring nonetheless.

As you got ready to debrief them on everything that had happened to bring you here, Steve grabbed another stool and sat by you at the table to make sure that you were even more comfortable. You gave him a smile of thanks, and started telling your story to the two brunette scientist.

You told them basically everything you told Steve, minus a few of the minor details that weren’t of importance to the main problem you were trying to get across.

“So, experiment gone bad? I understand that,” Bruce chuckled finally more comfortable with everything.

“Yep,” you sighed.

“So, why tell us? I mean I’m glad that you felt you can confide in us, but why?” Tony asked.

“I’ve lived this life too long. I’ve done trials and trials of ways to go back to normal, but nothing I do takes,” you said fidgeting with your hands. “I’m honestly tired of this whole not aging thing. I want to be normal again. I don’t want to have to keep trying to find a new life every 5-6 years when things start to look suspicious. I want to settle down, find someone to have kids with, and grow old. Not- not this,” you motioned to the papers.

Steve took in what you were saying and felt a flutter in his chest. You wanted to find love and have kids? You wanted the apple pie life?

Snap out of it Steve! You don’t even know her that well! 

But maybe he did. I mean he certainly felt like you knew him, and every time you guys talked or were in the same vicinity of each other, he felt that bond grow.

“Ok, and what can we do to help that?” Tony asked picking up the papers.

“Honestly, maybe nothing, but I thought I would let someone else in on this secret that is my life, and maybe fresh eyes-”

“Can open up a new perspective,” Bruce said making you look to him, and share an understanding smile.

“Exactly.”

“I’m not really an expert in this medical portion field personally, but I’m sure Bruce can lend a hand, and I’ll do my best to see where I can contribute,” Tony said gathering the papers and tapping them on the table so they were straightened. He turned giving you a tight smile.

“I appreciate it,” you smiled back.

Steve leaned over in your ear while Bruce and Tony started talking about what they could possible do.

“I told you. They won’t do anything that you don’t want them to do. This is all on your terms.”

You turned seeing he was just inches from your face, and the heat of a blush started creeping up your neck and to your cheeks. Without thought, you looked down at his lips, but quickly recovered and looked back at his eyes. He had a boyish grin on his face that showed he probably saw the quick glance. You just gave him a fast smile before turning back to the men in front of you, wanting to hide your reddening face from him.

“Ok Y/N. It looks like Banner and I have some things to go over. I’m glad that you came to us,” Tony said smiling and standing straighter as he faced you.

“I have to say, I was hesitant, but I guess I’ve become more desperate in solving this as the years go by.”

“I love helping desperate women,” Tony smirked, making Steve clear his throat in annoyance. “Anyway, this is going to take some time to work through. It also is going to take some collaboration and your thoughts on the process as well. You ok with meeting when you can to help us out?”

“Sure. Work should be a little slower now, so I can make time to come visit every week to help you guys.” you nodded standing and placing your hands in front of you with your bag.

“Yeah, we are going to need all the information, and past experiments you’ve done so far to get a better grasp on all this,” Bruce spoke up coming around the table.

“I understand. It’s a lot,” you chuckled lightly. “Again, thank you so much for being willing to help,” you said offering your hand for them to shake, which they both kindly accepted.

“Anything for a fellow scientist,” Bruce smiled.

“I’m assuming since we can’t tell anyone about this, we need to keep up the front of calling you Rosalyn still?” Tony asked arching an eyebrow.

“That would be ideal. I’m not really comfortable letting this secret out to more people.” you said tilting your head, and nodding.

“One problem with that,” Steve spoke up. You looked over at him with raised eyebrows. He tucked his hands in his pocket and started rocking on his feet. “Bucky already suspects something.”

“I hadn’t noticed,” you said sarcastically.

“When this whole thing's started, and I got a curious in finding out who you were, I confided in him. He was the only one who would truly understand, and well…”

“He knows something is up,” you finished for him as you looked at the ground trying to think of your next step.

“Yeah, and Bucky isn't one for letting things slip by. His curious nature gets the best of him, and he can be a little nosy,” Steve chuckled.

“I suppose since he already knows something isn’t right, we can tell him. Also, wouldn’t hurt to have someone else my age in the know,” you sighed looking at Steve. “But if anyone else, and I mean anyone,” you said pointing a finger and stepping up to him. “Finds out about all this. I will follow up with my threat from the other night,” he raised a nervous eyebrow knowing what you were talking about. “I will leave you with something that can not be healed Cap. I mean it.” you said in a stern and terrifying whisper.

“Y-Yes ma’am,” he stuttered out as he looked into you dark (Y/E/C) eyes that showed promise.

“Good.” you said changing right back to sweet and innocent. He wasn’t the only one who could flip a switch. “Now, if you gentleman will excuse me, I took a sick day for the first time in almost 10 years, and I’m going to take advantage of it. Any further questions?”

They all looked at you shocked, and slightly scared at the change of mood. You nodded and threw your bag over your shoulder.

“Ok, well I will see you all later. Thank you again for the help, and I’m anxious to see where this leads. Please call if you have questions or need insight on anything,” you smiled before turning swiftly and walking to the door.

They were all too stunned to respond, and just watched until you were a few feet away from the door. Tony snapped out of it first, and cleared his throat as he shook his head.

“Wait! One last thing!” he shouted causing you to turn and tilt your head at him. “We are having a charity gala this Friday night. It involves the Avengers inviting foster children here and trying to get some publicity for them to help raise funds for some new homes they are building for them.”

“I think I remember seeing something in the news about that,” you nodded.

“Well, it just so happens that Cap here,” he stepped forward, and smacked Steve on the chest and wrapped his other arm around his shoulder causing Steve to finally snap out of his thoughts and send Tony a glare. “Does not have a date to said Gala,” he grinned in a devilish manner.

“Hmm,” you hummed.

“Tony-” Steve spoke up looking down at the man.

“I’m sure he would love to have a date as lovely and stunning as you on his arm,” he winked. “Isn’t that right, Rogers?” he said patting him again.

Steve cleared his throat sending Tony a death glare before looking up at you who had a sly grin on your face.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want-”

“It sounds fun. I don’t remember the last time I got to go to an event for something as great of a cause as this,” you responded. “Unless of course you don’t want me to come. I understand-”

“NO! NO!” he shouted putting his hands up and striding closer to you. “I would love for you to come. Truly,” He grinned when he realized that he was just a few feet from you. “Only if you want to of course.”

“I want to. Gives me an excuse to get out of the house. Add Captain America in the equation, and you got an eventful night,” you smiled.

God, that smile would be the death of him.

“Really?” he asked surprised that you saw it that way, and a giant grin started to form on his own face.

“Absolutely. It’s a date. I’ll meet you here at 8,” you beamed turning back to the door. “See you gentleman on Friday then,” you waved walking away with pride.

The men watched you walk with poise as you passed Bucky on the way out nodding as you said goodbye. He smiled timidly as you passed stopping to watch you leave too. Once you disappeared out of all their sights, Bucky shook his head out of his thoughts before walking into the lab.

“She terrifies me,” he grumbled walking up to Steve who was still looking where you left.

“She’s definitely something else,” Steve mumbled.

“She is so out of your league,” Tony laughed making Steve send him yet another glare.

“Ok, so what did I miss?” Bucky said clapping his hands.

“What didn’t you miss?” Tony sighed.

“We have a lot to catch up on.” Steve said as all the men looked at each other.

Chapter 15

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