#anyway reading this book and I was already like :l at the cop involvement

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[angelkurenai]

Hurricane - Dean Winchester x Reader (Detective AU) - Part 10

Title: Hurricane

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count: 5,074

Warnings: None

Summary: With one of the most dangerous serial killers on the loose and in your tracks you have no choice but to rely on the help of the police to ansure your safety. It doesn’t hurt that the detective in charge is the one of the most skilled there is and probably, well, definitely the most charming one you have ever seen. Or that his flirting with you takes your mind off the danger waiting for you right around the corner. & Based on: Imagine detective Dean Winchester flirting with you while working on your case.

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“Why... what is it, Dean?” you looked at him with a frown.

“Maybe...” he blinked, clenching his jaw before he looked at you with slightly wide and certainly “The connection I needed all along.”

“Connection? But how could-”

“And the solution, (Y/n). The solution to all of your problems... to all of our problems.” he breathed almost in shock at the realization that downed on him. A realization you couldn't fully comprehend yet.

“Solution? What kind of solution are you talking about, Dean?” you blinked but he didn't answer as he kept thinking to himself.

“Dean?” you question without an answer “Dean answer me! Dean? Dean!” but he didn't seem to listen much to you as he set his glass aside, got up and walked around the coffee table making his way out of the living room you were just dining in.

“Dean wait! Where are you-” you groaned as you accidentally pressed on your injured leg. You limped your way towards his office, assuming it was the most plausible option judging by his direction.

“Dean? What's all of this?” you asked with wide eyes, seeing the mess of papers he had managed to make already.

“It was here, I swear I'd put somewhere here.” he grumbled “Son of a bitch, where did I put it?!” he growled, opening book after book.

“What are you looking for? Dean please calm down and explain to me.”

“I can't, I fucking can't! I need to find it, I need to find-” he stopped when he finally found the book he wanted, slipping through the pages a file fell on his desk. And as that silence filled the room as well.

“D” you whispered when you saw how he paled the moment he held the file open in his hands “What is it?” you whispered, getting closer to him.

“It was him.” he breathed out before looking at you “The reason why she's after you. It's him.”

“Him- who? I don't understand you Dean. What are you talking about?” you placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Chuck” he breathed out and you took a step back at the seriousness in his voice “It is Chuck that I've been looking for, the connection, right there from the very beginning but I couldn't see it. She's after you because of Chuck!”

“D-Dean wh-” you shook your head “W- what are you talking about?” you blinked, taking another step back and he looked at you in sympathy.

“(Y/n), I mean-”

“No, Dean!” you felt your head hammer in your chest and all the blood rush to your ears “What are you talking about?! Chuck is- he's my friend, he's a cop, a good one, he wouldn't lead her to- to me. How could Chuck be involved in any of this but-”

“They're siblings!” he cut you off “They're... siblings, (Y/n).” he whispered, when he saw all kinds of emotions flash in front of your wide eyes. Your wide glossy eyes he noticed as you gasped in utter shock, the betrayal obvious on your face, as you stumbled backwards. His entire body screamed for him to take a step forward and gather you in his arms, hug you close like there was no tomorrow and tell you that everything was going to be alright. But you raised a hand, stopping him before he could do anything. It broke his heart to watch you like this and even more hear your weak, little broken voice whisper to him.

“What?”

He took a deep breath, opting to look at the file and papers in front of him rather than you because then he knew he would break “He... obviously didn't want to tell you to protect you. That's what my best guess would be.”

“Guess? Guess? Dean do you hear what you're even saying?! You're- You're implying my- my friends, my closest people, the ones I considered like family from you, to Sam, Cas, and now Chuck have all just been lying to me from the beginning a-and keeping secrets?!” you ended up yelling, tears pooling in your eyes and the man winced, closing his eyes for a moment. Your words felt like a stab to his heart, because although he had started pretending as if everything was alright between you – he was desperate to convince himself of that – he knew very well that they weren't. And they would end up getting even worse when he told you the whole truth.

“(Y/n), I know it's hard-”

“No Dean, it's not hard! It's impossible! This- this can't be- it can't be true! Please tell me it's not true. Please tell me you-you're wrong. Please.” and he made the mistake too look you in the eyes.

A sob left his own lips as all of his strength faded away and without a second thought he actually grabbed you by the shoulders and enveloped you in his arms, despite any protests, whimpers or weak pushes “Please” you begged and he clenched his jaw, shutting his eyes tightly.

“I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'm sorry. But I'm not.” it pained him to say it but he had to.

“H-how-” you choked out, clenching the fabric of his flannel in your fists “How do you know that? How can you be so sure?”

“Come sit first please.”

“Dean” you growled, glaring at him harshly, his flannel still fisted in your hands “Tell. Me. Everything.”

His eyes widened, understanding fully well what you meant “(Y/n) this is not the time or that, you can't hear what-”

“You promised me, Dean, you-” you clenched your jaw and then whispered hoarsely “You promised.”

“Alright, God, fine.” he tried to swallow the lump in his throat “Please, just sit. I know what I'm telling you, your foot's not alright either.”

“O-Ok” you whispered weakly in defeat but mostly fear and he instantly grabbed a chair to help you sit, doing the same himself. He took hold of your hands and let himself smile for a split second when you squeezed them gently.

“She was held far away from here, before all of these began.” he breathed out, locking eyes with you “Before even the police station was created here, she was locked somewhere where she couldn't do any harm. Somewhere where almost nobody could find her. A prison made only for the worst of the worst and she had a special place there two.”

“One of those places that officially doesn't exist?” you whispered and he gave you a small nod.

“Yes, there.” he cleared his throat “Her skills are something out of this world. She can manipulate people to do things she wants, it's like she... reprogramms their brains by using a few words. She can break them, make them do things they never even thought of, it's almost like she turns them into different persons... as if they don't have a soul at all.”

“Is that... possible?” you blinked.

“If people like Sherlock Holmes are possible to exist then everything is.” he shrugged “People can achieve just so much if they use their brains correctly. Anyway-” he sighed “Her family, well the only family member she had, began to see it from the very beginning that they were equally dangerous. There has been a report that said she was caught with a knife in her hand and when asked she only answered “I wanted to know what happens to a soul after death.” she- she was only six years old and she-” he clenched his jaw, looking down at your hands for a moment in total terror, and you didn't blame him. It was one thing kids killing people but when it was all so meticulous and well-thought it made you shake with fear of what they could really do now.

“The body was never found, nobody knows where she hid it. She's always hinted it, she's said, but all she did was sing a stupid song about it.” he shook his head.

“And how did she end up in her... prison?” you whispered and he licked his lips.

“As I said she only had one relative, we now know it's... Chuck. She loved him but could get jealous very easily. They didn't live alone, of course, they had both been adopted and raised by a lonely man whose wife died early. There was this one time...” he trailed off for a moment “The borther, the files say, Chuck we now know was having a party for his birthday and he had many friends over. Only thing it was when the time for the cake came... the candles weren't the only thing on fire. Neighbors had claimed that she was the reason why their house burned down, and reports did confirm it was arson. Nobody but the two siblings survived. They were soon lead to an orphanage where her... disturbing behavior didn't stop.”

“Anyway-” he cleared his throat “Those files you saw me holding were... confidential. Some of us try to keep ties with not just the US government. When it comes to people like Amara, and trust me there are others equally as bad or worse, it requires us to keep contact with people outside this country and even outside this continent. People like the ones in the UK government, some of them specialise in getting monsters like her down. So, someone actually let me in on some reports that had been kept hidden when she was put in her prison... Turns out her brother was the one that did it. Mycroft Holmes, uh the guy I told you about, had dealt with a similar situation of his own and he let me know that the person who put Amara in her prison was actually someone of great power, involved in Federal business he supposed, but the only evidence he had pointed to great power and access to said prison.”

“So who'd be better than the director of the FBI himself.” you muttered.

“Exactly. And when you told me you were... that close in the past-” he pursed his lips for a second and you raised an eyebrow at how clearly bothered by it he looked “Then it doesn't take a genius to figure out he's the missing piece in this puzzle. She is after you because you two were close, because she's trying to lure him out. She wants revenge for putting her in that prison.”

“Of course she does.” you pursed your lips, letting go of his hand “Gosh, I can't believe how naive I've been.” you buried your face in your hands, letting out a shaky breath.

“You're not, look at me here-” he growled and you obeyed “You are not naive. You are the best thing that has happened in my entire life.” he ended up whispering, taking hold of your hands again “You are a ray of sunshine, that's what you are. You have faith in people, you believe they can be good but not everyone is, sadly. Just because there are... assholes out there, doesn't mean something is wrong with you. They-” he clenched his jaw “We all think we are doing it for the best but in the end-”

“How did you meet her?” you whispered and his eyebrows shot up, his eyes widening slightly “Tell me, Dean. You can tell me, I won't be mad I promise you. I don't have any emotional strength for that anymore, anyway.”

He held your gaze for a few second before he took in a trembling breath “I was working on a case.” his voice was barely above a whisper and you leaned, giving his hand a squeeze “Serial killer, uh Abaddon was her name. She was... one of the most lethal ones, I'll tell you. I thought I got her once but she escaped. I uhm was going through a hard time then with Sammy and I... I was in a dark place.” he clenched his jaw, taking a long pause that made you worry for him.

He sighed tiredly, shaking his head “I wanted to get it over with by any means so I worked with Crowley. I'm sure that doesn't surprise you, now, but he was actually just my way to something bigger. He got me to meet a man, Cain was his name. He had the means to help me get to Abaddon, kill her and all, but it would come at a great cost.There would be consequences that would affect me greatly. I was reckless, as usual-” he gave you a half smile “And I agreed, without a second thought. I needed to get Abaddon and I didn't care even if I died in the process.”

He was quick to notice the scowl that set on your face and he gave you a reassuring smile “Don't worry, I'm alive and kicking, and you are definitely not getting rid of me anytime soon.”

“I hope not.” you whispered hoarsely “So-” you licked your lips “This means to find Abaddon was...”

“A person.” he completed your sentence “Amara. She... she was the means to finding Abaddon. I was given the accords to where I would find her and I visited her, talked to her about the case and all. She could within an hour predict her every move if we showed her where she'd been before or who she'd killed. We've had many close calls with Abaddon, each time finding her only thanks to Amara's help until in the very end I got her and I was able to kill her, putting an end to all of it.”

“But?” you whispered with a frown, fearing to hear what he could have to say next. The thought of what those consequences were making your heart ache for the green-eyed man.

“But it was far from the end.” he chewed on his lower lip “She wasn't going to help me just for my charming smile...” he trailed off, a deep frown on his face as he rubbed his temple with a frustrated sigh. For a moment you felt bad for him, sure he might have kept secrets from you but you saw it now, it was to protect you and maybe protect himself as well. This had been troubling him as well, obviously for much longer than you, and it only made you want to drop the subject altogether. He wasn't ready to talk about it, not yet at least, about the part that involved his role in this story because it was actually painful for him.

“Well, I know I would do a lot of things for that charming smile.” you said with a casual shrug, smiling softly to cheer him up and maybe drop the subject. It wasn't time yet and for a moment it worked because he breathed out a chuckle.

“Don't flirt with me, it's distracting.” he looked at you through his lashes, and whether you wanted it or not you felt your chest feel lighter and your smile get bigger.

“As if you don't distract me enough, yourself.” you scoffed with a smirk and soon a boyish grin broke on his lips.

“Do I, now?” he raised an eyebrow, biting his lower lip “Interesting information, then, just what I need to use to my advantage.”

“Oh please don't, it's not like I can get you out of my mind as it is.” you breathed out with a shake of your head and a wonderful laugh left his lips. A kind of laugh you had not hear in actually a while and that warmed your chest more than you realized was possible.

“I...” you blinked before closing your eyes in embarrassment when he laughed wholeheartedly “Probably shouldn't have said that out loud.”

“Man, I should get more bottles of that wine!” he grinned and you scoffed, kicking his legs with your good one.

“Whatever you say, not like I'm gonna drink it.” you scoffed, playing with your fingers “Dean-” you were ready to tell him to not insist on the matter, not now at least, but he beat you at speaking.

“I know- I understand that you want to talk about it, I'm sorry, I'm getting out track, I should-”

“No” you were the one to cut him off this time “No, I want to talk about it but... not like this. Not if you're not ready, I can understand now that things are bigger than me, bigger than the both of us. I- I mean, someone I thought was my family turned out is involved in all of this worse than any of you all together so I... I should probably wait before I can know everything.”

“But you asked for-”

“It was a term. But I didn't state when. Besides, I don't think I will be able to take more.” but deep down it was a lie, because you weren't protecting yourself, you knew you were only protecting him. It came naturally and it was all because of your feelings for him that, quite honestly, you could never fight.

His lips parted before he closed his mouth again, giving you a weak nod “Alright.” he whispered hesitantly “Alright, and I... promise you from now on there will be no more secrets to add to that.

“Sounds perfect to me.” you whispered, leaning in to peck his cheek before you could stop yourself.

~*~

“You know, if I didn't know how awesome the water pressure in there is I would seriously question the sounds you were making.” you could practically hear the smirk in his voice but at that moment, and in that very situation, you were too busy jumping like a scared cat with a loud squeak when you saw the doorhandle move to care.

“No, Dean, don't-”

“I brought some new... blankets.” he ended up whispering with wide eyes, blinking as you scurried to grab the towl and cover yourself up. Or at least as much as you could of your bare upper half, thankful for at least the blue panties covering your lower half.

“Son of a bitch, Dean!” you squealed, closing your eyes as your entire face burned in embarrassment “Do you really have no idea what knocking means?!”

“I- I-” his eyes trailed up and down your body, his lips parted as he gave you that subtle and suggestive smile “Apparently not.”

“Dean” you groaned “This is not the right time.” you grumbled, eyes casted down in shyness.

“Is it not?” he nodded his head, licking his lips and humming “Hm and here I was being hopeful we'd go back to ur kind of normal.”

“We are, we really are, but that doesn't mean you can be so casual staring at me nearly naked!” you protested, your voice slightly high pitched as he grinned at you “Damn it! Stop staring!” you squeaked out, cradling the towel close to your chest but it didn't deter him. If anything, not only did he not remove his eyes from you but also took a couple steps closer you, letting the blankets fall on the bed.

“Why?” he asked in a low husky voice “I don't think there is a reason to. If anything-” he approached you until your back was pressed against the wall “All beautiful things must be admired, right?”

“Yeah. Right.” you scoffed, looking down at your hands bitterly.

“Hey” he placed two fingers under your chin, tilting your head up so that you could meet his eyes “Don't you dare defy a Federal agent, I have the means to prove you wrong and oh-” he bit his lower lip “I'd love to.”

“I'm not that special, anyway.”

It was his turn to scoff as he placed a hand over yours “Sweetheart, if only you could see what I do.” he whispered and you let him take a full hold of both your hands in his, bring them up to his lips for a soft kiss on the knuckles. His eyes held such intensity that you didn't care that the towel fell down on your feet, which made a soft smile form on his lips. His eyes trailed down and despite how your face was bright red you made no move to hide yourself from his intense gaze.

“Gorgeous” he whispered, looking up in your eyes again with a tender smile and you chewed on your lower lip, shaking your head; making him give you a firm look “Don't make me do it.”

“You wouldn't want to-”

“God, you have no idea how bad I just really want to kiss you right now.” he breathed out in a hoarse voice and your eyebrows raised softly in innocence.

“Then... why won't you? You-” you bit your lower lip “You pulled away too soon this morning, I really wished you would do it again. Despite what I said.”

A boyish grin formed on his lips “Damn” he breathed out in awe “You're amazing.” and with that, he cupped your face and pressed his lips hard against yours and eliciting a soft trembling breath from you. You hesitated at first but your arms trailed up his chest and wrapped around his neck, letting your bodies press close together and when he wrapped a hand around your bare waist you shivered under his touch.

You took the courage to start kissing back harder, licking his lower lip and he gladly granted you access. His tongue toyed with yours as his full lips moved against yours. You were temped to bit them and you realized you actually did when you heard him moan softly. Dean's hand moved to your thigh and as he pressed you against the wall he brought it up to wrap around his waist, his hips pushing yours back as a response to you grinding on him.

Dean licked your lips, savoring the sweet taste that he didn't have the mind to savor the first time. He moaned in pleasure when threaded your fingers through his hair and tugged at it. He held both your thighs as you wrapped your legs around his waist, lifting you off the ground and carrying you on the bed, all the while your lips not pulling apart for a second. He layed you on the mattress, his body pressing softly on top of you as his hands held your hips.

“I've dreamed about you.” he whispered roughly in between the kisses “Wanted you. Ever since we first met, I was a gonner. Don't know how you did it but damn you got me sweetheart.” he mumbled against your skin as he licked and sucked on your neck now, he chuckled softly “I couldn't stop thinking about you.”

“It's easy to understand-” the voice was a low whisper “You simply cannot resist me.” but with those words it was crystal clear... it wasn't yours. No just by the words that would actually never leave your beautiful lips but also because the voice was 100% not yours.

As if electricity shot right through him, Dean's eyes snapped wide open and he pulled away faster than he ever had in his life. He stared with wide eyes as she casually rested her weight on the bed on her elbows, tilting her head softly and raising an eyebrow softly. Dean shook his head furiously, his breath having caught in his lungs and his eyes wide.

“No, no it's impossible.” he said in a gruff voice “No! (Y/n)-”

“Is it?” she breathed out “It doesn't seem like it to me. After all-” she shrugged “No matter how much you want to...” she got serious, dangerously so “You can't escape me. And neither will she.”

Dean awoke with a jolt, his eyes wide and his chest heaving as he tried to get as much air as possible in his lungs. His heart hammered inside his chest, painfully so, as if it wanted to break out of his ribcage and he clenched the blankets firmly in his fists. His eyes roamed around the room, trying to convince himself it was only a dream but it just had been far too real. Trembling he fell back on the bed, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes before dragging a hand down his face.

He clenched his jaw as the fear started creeping up his chest because he was fully aware that it sadly wasn't just a nightmare but a promise. Directly said by her or not, it was the bitter and very scary truth. And Dean knew he had to do something about it, before you got hurt beyond repair.

~The following morning~

“No, Cas, I can't just fucking wait!” Dean growled, pacing around in his room “He can't have just disappeared like that, we're a small town for fuck's sake.” he grumbled, listening to his friend on the other end “Tell your brother to get his shit together or so help me! I-” he took a deep breath, lowering his voice when he realized he could wake you up “I want him to have news on him by the end of the day, got it?” he ended the call with a frustrated sigh, dragging a hand down his face.

He turned around to make his way to the door but stopped dead on his tracks when he saw you resting your weight against the doorframe “So... disappeared huh?” you whispered in a hoarse voice.

“Did I wake you up?” he whispered with a frown but you shook your head.

“No, I couldn't sleep much anyway. I just heard you talking and I- I got a little worried... No luck huh?”

Trying to swallow the lump in his throat he tore his eyes away from your form and nodded his head “I texted him last night but got no reply and when I tried to track his phone it didn't lead anywhere. I called Cas just in case but... nobody's seen Chuck ever since last morning.”

“Of course.” you pursed your lips, nodding your head sadly as you looked down at your feet “Figures. Every man sooner or later leaves me anyway.” you laugh humorlessly and he clenched his jaw, glaring at you.

“Don't say that.” he was completely serious.

You shook your head with a smile “It's alright, Dean, honest. I'm just- Worried we are not going to get an end to this, that's all.”

“Sweetheart” he sighed, striding to you and placing two hands on your shoulders “I'm going to end this, I promise you, no matter what it takes I am going to save you. Even if I have to go through hell, I don't care what it takes, I won't let her close to you again.”

You gave him a weak smile “I know you will, I don't doubt that anymore.”

“Good and-” he took a deep breath “Just so you know... I never would.”

You frowned at him for a second before realization down on you and you looked at your feet with a sheepish smile “I suppose.” you mumbled, missing the hurt look that flashed through his eyes at your disbelief “But something else, more important, take your time. Just- take your time, ok? Don't... lose your sleep over this, my knight in shining armor needs the rest after all.”

He wanted to smile but his heart felt too heavy inside his chest “You heard me, didn't you?”

You sighed, looking down at your feet “I had gone for a glass of water and I- I accidentally heard you, yeah. I know that nightmares can be really tough sometimes and I- I just-” you pursed your lips, shrugging “How bad was it?”

“Nothing I can't handle. You don't have to do this to yourself.”

“But it still doesn't change the fact that I am the reason behind it. Dean-” you sighed “I can understand that you want to help me, and I'm... really happy about it. I've had my doubts and I won't lie I still do up to some point, but you gotta take care of yourself as well. If you don't then, as much as the feminist in me hates it, we're both screwed.”

“Alright.” he nodded his head “Alright, I hear you... I'll try my best.”

“Not what I wanted to hear but I guess I'll take that.” you nodded your head “Ok detective, let's put that aside for now and focus on more important topics. After all, when it doubt. Eat!”

A chuckle inevitably left his lips, as he shook his head with a fond smile “Woman of my heart.”

“If you have anything in mind, we could cook and-”

“Yeah about that.” he cut you off, his smile falling “I need to be at the station in less than 30 minutes, so I'm afraid there won't be any time for that. But on the bright side-” he smirked “You'll get to see me in action.”

“That... can have a double meaning.”

~8 hours later~

“All I asked for was some safety, some security, have you close again to feel alright.” you huffed, closing your eyes and wanting to rub your temple but it was actually impossible in your current position “This is not what I bargained for.”

“Sweetheart-” his voice came slightly restrained as well, and the movement of his hips against yours got a groan from you “Trust me, if I could have it any other way I would gladly take the option.”

“Would you now?” your said slightly out of breath, the smirk evident in your voice and Dean grinned on his own.

“Hmh” he licked his lips “No, no actually I wouldn't.” and him shifting made you bite your lip.

“Detective” your voice came out equally strained “Not that I don't like the position we're in right now, cause oh trust me I do.”

“Really huh?” the smugness in his voice made you glare at him.

“Dean” you hissed his name but couldn't fight a moan when his hands squeezed your hips.

“Sorry, just kinda got distracted. Tryin' to realize this is not a dream is kinda hard.” he gave you a chuckle that died out too soon but you actually laughed, letting your head fall on his shoulder.

“There better be no pun intended, detective. And speaking of which-” you bit your lower lip “Please tell me that is your gun.”

A small pause followed and Dean didn't give you even a small laugh before he whispered in a husky voice that made shivers run down your spine “And... what if it's not?”

~~~

A/N: Chapter 10 is here and there are only fie parts left! This is probably half the truth that Dean kept from the Reader and the rest will be revealed just as soon! For the moment I hope you enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and tags are still very much open in case you want to be added! Just let me know.

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[mrs-hollandstan]

Undercover {2} || Undercover Cop!Reader x Mobster!Bucky

Warnings: more alcohol consumption, language, talk of past domestic abuse, talk of religion, lil bit of violence, kidnapping?? (already in the last chapter), verbal fighting

Word Count: 3,745

Author’s Note: Here’s part two loves. I also left this part open for a next and I might have smut in the next one or the one after?? Idk, I’ll see where it takes me. Leave me feedback!

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Bucky was very familiar with the story of Adam and Eve. Despite being violent by nature, he still referred back to his Catholic upbringing brought upon him by his mother after his father left the family. He and his sisters dressed in worn clothes that were handed down, and some of the people of upper Brooklyn crinkled their noses at, attended church every Sunday with their God fearing mother who prayed every Sunday morning that her son wouldn't end up like his father. She prayed every day and every night that her son would be nothing like his abusive, alcoholic father and if he ever were a father he'd the complete opposite. And he proved her wrong. She didn't see the business he was starting. She was gone long before he began the criminal career of head mobster of New York. He wasn't an alcoholic and he killed men that hit their women or kids. He kept a Bible in his office but it hadn't been opened in years. The small black Bible with crumpled, yellowing pages had belonged to his mother. He'd been thunked upside the head with it a few times when he'd said something stupid, but it brought memories back that often reminded him to go to a confessional every once in a while. And the father at the local church was always waiting patiently, every other Sunday or so for Bucky to come in and confess to all the crime he committed. The story of Adam and Eve was one of the stories Bucky was most familiar with. He saw himself as Eve in the situation of you and him. He knew what he wanted with you was forbidden but he was tempted and if he could, he would eat the forbidden fruit. Hell, he was even willing to face the consequences. The way he saw it, half of your precinct was crooked anyways. It's not like he'd get arrested waltzing in to see his girl. Half of the men would even welcome him like a long lost relative showing back up at Christmas. But he wouldn't show you that. Even if you already knew.

He sat fuming in his corner of the bar the night after you'd shared a cold shower, awaiting your arrival expectantly. But you didn't show. Instead you ordered takeout, watching the clock tick by and wondering if he'd show his face in your building again. Your heart skipped excitedly when the delivery man knocked, leaving you wondering if it was Bucky. But much to your dismay it was a tall blonde with similar blue eyes that you wished were someone else's. Bucky questioned going out to find you. Force you back to the bar and take the snake off his hands. But you never arrived and he was a little saddened. And you, the same when you rolled into bed that night with no butterflies fluttering in your belly from the mobster kissing you or growling in your ear, showing how pissed off he was at your actions.

The following day and evening was slow, your feet kicked up on your desk waiting for more phone calls staring at the same dingy wall and twiddling a pen between your fingers. Each time you sighed, your so-called partner, Agent Davis, smiled to himself, flipping through old unsolved cases and doing paperwork,

"You should go out. Just patrol. See if ya catch any robbery suspects or a hopeless dame wrestling her purse from some criminal. Ya got too much time on your hands." Twirling the pen, you shook your head and reached across the joined desks to snag a dusty manila folder from the thick stack,

"Nah... I'm goin out later. I'm gonna bring someone in tonight." Cocking his head, red hair fell in Davis's curious eyes,

"Is this still about Barnes? You better watch yourself. He shows up here and you could end up dead. Half these fuckin cops got a thing with him and if you deliver him in cuffs you better draw a line for them to cut across your neck."

"You think I don't know that? I'm not stupid. And no, it's not Barnes. He's actually... helping me... unfortunately." Dropping his own pen against the desk as if he'd been shocked, Davis leaned in, the crisp, light blue button up he had on stretching tightly around his biceps,

"Seriously? What happened to you staying neutral Y/L/N? You told me you wouldn't get involved and now here you are shacking up with the head kingpin of New York." Tsking, you shook your head,

"Not that it's any of your business Davis, but I told you that to shut you up. It seems like every word that comes out of your mouth is you spouting some bullshit about what's in my best interest. News flash, I'm a big girl, I can handle myself. Being a cop isn't a cake walk, I earned my way in and I sure as hell can handle the responsibility that comes with it without you breathing down my neck every five minutes." He frowned disapprovingly, leaning back in his chair, the creak of it ricocheting off the walls. He studied you through narrow eyes, watching the tendrils of hair not tucked in the braid resting neatly at your back bob as you looked through the suspects in an old, tattered manila folder that had seen many a fugitives in its day,

"What did you do?" Your eyes found his again, quickly looking back down at the date of birth of one Adrian Gonzales, a convicted armed robbery suspect put behind bars for six months until a more cement sentencing was drawn out in the few short months arriving. The year 1988 flashed in your brain as you collected words for Davis in the forefront of your mind. And then it spilled,

"I let him kiss me."

"You what?" He whisper yelled like an excited schoolgirl who just found out who her best friend's crush is at a sleepover. You looked up again, his eyes sparkling in wonder, now resembling that same schoolgirl but older, wondering when her best friend became such a badass. His general reaction had you cracking a smile through the stoic façade. You nodded, biting your lip,

"He brought Stark to my apartment. He was just sitting in the dark and scared the piss out of me. But he uhh... he's handsome and he just... without words asked to kiss me and I let him." You reply quickly with a shrug, your finger tracing over the red stamp in Gonzales's file that in the moment you couldn't read. Your brain was fogged with how bad of an idea the situation of Barnes was. Davis was growing excited at not only the opportunity for you to finally get some, but at the sheer audacity of you to want to take on such a wide load with a convicted felon in your bed if it ended well.

"What. A. Rebel." He speaks slowly and when you look up again, his eyes are trained on the wall behind you, his eyes flashing, deep in thought,

"So what flowers do you want in your bouquet?" You giggled together, Davis shielding himself when you chucked a paperclip his way,

"Shut up. Don't assume it's going that far. It was just a kiss."

"Yeah but you read him. He didn't even have to ASK to kiss you and you gave him permission. That's soulmate material. I expect it to at least get to third base." With a sarcastic roll of his eyes, he smiles, resting his chin on his hand,

"Its not that serious. It was one kiss, a spur of the moment thing. No more." He clicked his tongue,

"Right, just make sure that you name one of your boys after me when you get one."

"Shut up!" He chuckled, leaning back in his chair,

"Y/N Barnes. Got a nice ring to it darlin. I like you two together. I feel like he's like the devil and you're an angel and he's gonna corrupt you. It's kinda hot... like... write a book after you guys get together." Rolling your eyes,

"Anyways... moving on swiftly, I want you to help me pick out my outfit. Red dress?" You turn your phone, showing him the mirror selfie of yourself in a short, low cut red dress that dared to impress, "or leather pants and a tank?" You swiped to the next photo, similar in taste but black leather jeans and a fitted black tank top, both of which clung to your curves. Davis's eyebrows raised,

"Uhh... I-I don't know. They're both daring and bold and will definitely capture attention but are you trying to scream sexy or business?" Thinking on your answer, you shrugged,

"I'm not really sure." You muttered. He sighed,

"I'd say red dress. You look good." You nod, looking yourself over in your awkward selfies. At ten in the morning, just before your shift you were trying on outfits for him. He'd never know that but you felt ashamed. You pulled out every piece of clothing you think he'd like and by the looks of it, you'd fit right in to the Barnes Mob family. Sitting in his lap just like he imagined playing with his hair and kissing his neck while he negotiated an arms deal. Despite the hard shell, Bucky was desperate for every grain of your attention. He wasn't used to not getting what he wanted and now here you are telling him no. Watching you daydream, Davis smiles,

"My God you're in love."

"I am not and don't you repeat that. It's a job and I intend to get it done. Even if I have to seduce him a little bit."

"You know he'd be impressed by you in fucking sweats but here you are going all out with a fucking red dress and some high heels. There's no need for seduction, you're a stunner babe." Rolling your eyes, you lean back in your chair again, wondering how Bucky would take to you skipping into his club after telling him you'd be in the night before. No doubt about it, he'd be pissed seeing you strut in like nothing happened. But what you'd done was over, you'd have to face the consequences with a high head and pray it didn't bite you.

Around nine that same night you dressed in the little red dress, sliding a pair of black pumps on to go with it. The bright lights outside Bucky's club made you realize how deep in you were. The bouncer knew your name instantly, your nerves skyrocketing, a hand on your lower back from the tall blonde as you entered the already crowded club privately as if you were a queen. The smell of sweat and alcohol was strong and through the crowd, you could see Bucky, his eyes wandering the misty, dark club. When his scanning eyes rested on your figure stood in the doorway, you swore he clenched his jaw in anger, his grip tightening on his typical tumbler. Downing the rest of the alcohol in it without looking away, he stood, brushing his suit jacket off and storming up the stairs to his office. Pushing through the crowd, you paused at the base of the steep steps, composing yourself before heading up. The clack of your heels on the wood announced your presence, Bucky's fists tensing in his pockets, his jaw clenching as his anger boiled over on the stove of his belly. Trudging up to the open velvet door, the stale cigar smell hit you in the face like it did the night before last, somewhat comforting you in the heated moment. Enveloped in the scent and the new warmth his office brought, you sucked in a deep breath through your nose, exhaling slowly and looking him over. Hues of red and blue danced across his pale face, shadowed as he clenched his jaw again and again, his hands tucked in his pockets and his jacket discarded across the back of the desk's single chair. He stared down at the bar-goes through the single octagonal window,

"Close the door." He spoke lowly, not flinching as you complied, closing the creaky door tight behind you. Standing frozen to your place in the doorway, the air between the two of you was suffocatingly thick. He cleared his throat, his eyes traveling up to the ceiling,

"This is a fucking game to you isn't it?" When you didn't respond, his eyes found yours, his anger strengthening at the shy look in your own,

"Don't go shy on me now baby. You're the one that played me remember." He spat through gritted teeth.

"I didn't play you. I was acting the same as you did. You kick me outta here and tell me that we'll be in touch and you expect me to just sit here and play your little bitch. Expect me to come running every time you call?"  

"So where were you last night then huh? I had my arch fucking nemesis sitting in my office all fucking night, waiting for your ass to make an appearance, and I could've turned him loose but no, I held him waiting for you to show and you didn't." Crossing his arms and turning his body towards you, he cocks his head like a child waiting for his question to be answered by a parent, his feet set at a wide, domineering stance that you wanted to laugh at if you were completely honest. Looking down at the dress clinging to your every curve, your lips twitch up,

"I was at home... what are you gonna do Mr. Barnes... punish me?" The shock written across his face is a mixture of comical and terrifying. Either way you've just crossed a line and there's no coming back. He growls before he storms forward, bracing you against the door behind you, his body pressed against yours. With his arms above your head, he growls again, shaking the door,

"Is this a fucking game to you sweetheart? You think you're special or somethin?" Staring up into his stormy blue eyes you can see the battle he's in with himself. He wants you. He wants you just as much as you want him. But his business and your job both stand in the way. Diving in for it, your lips meet his rather harshly. He stumbles back holding your body to his as you thread your fingers through his hair. Turning you both, he slams you into one of the dark walls, holding your wrists in his hands again, jamming a knee between your thighs, his face darker than before,

"You don't get what you want. You don't get to fucking stand me up and waltz in here and say you're not my bitch and then act like you're gonna get somethin outta me." His jaw clenches yet again and you can't help but feel a little overpowered,

"What do you want from me Barnes? You want me to drop to my knees and beg you to forgive me? You want me to come in here every night and make you happy?"

"I WANT YOU TO STOP ACTING LIKE A CHILD!" He snarls in your face pulling you back only to slam you against the wall like he did that first night. You squeak involuntarily, your wrists pressed so hard into the wall that now you're convinced they'll break. You whine in pain, twisting them in an attempt to get them free, your eyes still locked in his,

"Bucky you're hurting me." The pain in your voice has him pressing harder, a cry falling from your lips. With hair covering your face as you bow your head, another cry leaves you and you raise your head, tears already streaming down your cheeks,

"Bucky please you're gonna break my arms." The quiet voice breaks through his rage, the sight before him something he saw far too often during his childhood. The tear tracks down your cheeks has him reeling back, your body slumping against the wall as he stares down at you. Memories of his terrified and maltreated mother finding her children cowering in a dark corner together flash in the forefront of his mind and he realizes then that he's made a mistake. He swore to not only his mother but his sisters, himself even that he'd never be that man. He swore he'd never hurt a woman but here you are rubbing your wrists. And it's not like the other night when he had your arms braced behind you. You weren't in pain then, just petrified of being manhandled. Reaching up, Bucky watched you wipe tears away, collecting yourself just enough and looking up at him,

"Where's Stark?" His tongue was caught in his throat,

"Doll I-"

"No! Where is Stark Mr. Barnes? I have other places to be." He didn't think his heart could break at the sound of your voice cracking and your eyes now cold and slowly drawing the shield he'd had knocked down back up. He swallowed, jutting his thumb over his shoulder,

"Basement. I'll show ya." Sadly leading you down the stairs and into the back room, down into the basement, he rounded a corner, gesturing to a passed out Stark tied to a chair. Keeping the zipties around his wrist, Bucky hoisted him up, staring down at your face as you looked him over. You avoided Bucky's eyes, holding your hand up when he opened his mouth,

"Don't. Just... go back to doing what you were doing. I'll leave you alone and you can just go about your side of the deal. No more death, no more bodies. Stark is behind bars and that's what we had an agreement on, nothing more." Taking Stark's arm in your hand, Bucky jumps in front of you as you start towards the door,

"Doll don't do this."

"I'm not your girlfriend! You don't own me and I'm a cop. This isn't going to work in any way and now that you've hurt me I can't." His heart breaks as you avoid his eyes still, tears filling them. He remembers in that moment what his mother looked like. He remembered how tired she looked. He remembered how exhausted and hurt she looked. He remembered the bruises and the busted lips that he always thought was her trying to make a stand but it was just when her overall appearance annoyed him. And now you're reflecting that same thing. And Bucky is the reason. His heart pounds when you look up at him,

"I'm... I'm sorry darlin." He speaks so low you almost don't hear him over the music upstairs. For once you can see the tough exterior he's built, crumbling. You can see the pain in his features and you know its personal but you refuse to touch on it. He steps forward, his shoes clacking along the thick cement, his hand coming up to rest at the back of your neck. Holding you in place, he leans in slowly, kissing your forehead, his lips lingering against your skin longer than they should. Stepping back he waves you up the stairs, following you, the mood between the two of you having gone from angry to sad. You could feel how much passion the both of you had put into such a brief relationship. You knew you were wrong walking into Bucky's bar. He knew he was wrong expecting the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen to lay her life down, kick her career aside and be his so easily. You both knew what you were getting into and you avoided the red flags. And now here you were, walking out of Bucky's bar and he wasn't sure he'd ever see you again. He followed you out into the cool night, watching you shove Stark into the back of your car, his arms still bound behind him. Bucky stood straight, staring up at the bright lights outside his club wondering if the life of scars, the life of crime and deceit was worth losing something so valuable like a life with you,

"Do you uhh... do you want me to come down to the station with you? Make sure he doesn't try an pull a fast one on ya?" You shake your head, looking him over from his feet to the top of his head. He was sharp. Suit and tie, polished shoes, soft, long hair cascading down his shoulders. When they say eyes are the windows to the soul, they really mean it, and Bucky's were scarred with the years of pain, but staring up into them, you could see the turmoil he was putting himself through over his actions within the past ten minutes. He'd hurt you and if he could go back he'd have done so many things different. He would have never laid a finger on you. He would've never gotten so angry. He would've never done any of it. He nodded, tucking his hands in his pockets again and looking at his feet, trying to hide all his raw emotion from you,

"Guess I'll uhh... I'll see ya around then." You nod, looking down at his shoes, your heart pounding as you realize that this is it.

"Yeah, I'll see ya. Don't make me come down here again." You don't see it, but he smiles in the dark. When you look up, he finds your eyes hauntingly cold. The you he fell in love with is gone. Her shell stands before him. The vessel of the warm soul is standing before him, closing him off and for once he fears it. He wants to grab you and hold your body to his, make that soul come back. He wants the spunk and the attitude, he wants you to do your worse. But instead he watches you walk away. He watches you climb in your car and start it, the emission from your tailpipe billowing up into the air. He watches you drive away from him, leaving him standing on the curb, hating himself. He promised his family he wouldn't become his father and now he was standing in overcast Brooklyn, watching you drive away after he hurt you. He deserved it. Bucky was familiar with the story of Adam and Eve and his consequence for eating the forbidden fruit was losing you.

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kim seokjin

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Just Say Goodnight and Go AU: Campus Heartthrob!seokjin + Tsundere!you / Neighbor + College AU  Genre: fluff, comedy Synopsis: The spirit of Christmas is yet to be felt as a blackout on a chilly December night becomes the icing on the cake of your horribly shitty day. You just really want to sleep tonight but your neighbor seems to have lost his mind again when he comes knocking on your door to demand for an uncalled sleepover. Said neighbor is Kim Seokjin, the famed crush of the university, and no, he’s not your friend. He’s most definitely not your crush and he’s absolutely not the reason why warmth fills your entire being when it’s not even summer. (college!au / neighbor!au)

You Will Feel a Flash of Red AU: College AU Genre: fluff comedy Synopsis: Seokjin colors your life with his outrageous ideas and unnecessarily wild adventures, along with his stupid mission to always scare you whenever you run into each other. Against your better judgment, you’ve already started to entertain foreign feelings in your heart concerning the certain boy. And it doesn’t help you already get scared easily without him adding his shenanigans in the mix. You just want Seokjin to stop…making you feel too much all at once.

Defining Epilogues AU: Book rental shop owner!Seokjin + animator/artist!you  Genre: fluff, crack-like comedy  Synopsis: Seokjin thinks he could always see the end of something before it even comes. When an annoying girl starts to rent the weirdest books from his shop, all Seokjin could see is how she will be the one to end him.

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Point of Origin and Intersections AU: bass guitarist!Seokjin + medicine student!you Genre: angst, fluff Synopsis: In which you find yourself and Seokjin back to where you started.

Midnight Colors AU: CEO!Seokjin + club dancer!you Genre: angst, fluff, implied smut Warnings: Infidelity Synopsis: No matter how many times you tell yourself never to let men you could never have complete you, you know such promises are meant to be broken when Seokjin enters your life, giving you every bit of the things you’ve always yearned for.

min yoongi

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The Heart Holiday  — ✎ ; ♡ ; ☽ AU: Creatives manager!Yoongi + Personal Assistant!you / Office AU + enemies to lovers  Genre: fluff; humor; angst; drama;  Warnings: Discussions of toxic relationships and infidelity (PG-15 Rating) Synopsis: Valentine’s Day is declared as an official holiday. However, private companies’ standards dictate it’s only for the people who are currently in a relationship. Unluckily for Y/N, she doesn’t have this year’s PRS’ (Proof of Relationship Status) “in a relationship” box ticked – the only ticket out she can have to enjoy one paid week of holiday leave away from her hellish job. And more unfortunately for Y/N, everyone around her is oh so conveniently currently committed in a relationship. Except for one person: Min Yoongi, Y/N’s biggest critic in every pitch meeting, the picky guy who always picks on her, and the most annoying jerk of the century. Desperate for that holiday leave, Y/N strikes Yoongi up with an offer: Fake date each other two weeks before February 14, just enough time for the Department of Relationship Management (DRM) to consider processing your PRSs. After Valentine’s Day, they will go back to their own ways and never speak about whatever that may happen during the plan. Good, plain, and simple. That is until, Yoongi uncharacteristically oh so enthusiastically agrees to Y/N’s offer, leaving her thinking that she may have bitten something too much more than she can chew.

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When Stars Fall  AU: Bestfriend!Yoongi Genre: angst; drama Synopsis: Yoongi thinks you’re a star high up in the sky, too far out of his reach. But he still tries anyway just in case you fall in his hopeful hands.

400 LUX  — ♡ AU: Boxer!yoongi + bestfriend!you  Genre: angst, drama Synopsis: We deconstruct the conventions, pick apart every bit of our rationality, and keep our head out of windows until we learn to lay and stay in each other’s arms. We’ll form a world of our own. Just the two of us–you and me.

jung hoseok

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Love at First Snow AU: Dance major!Hoseok + Genius!you College!AU Genre: fluff, humor, slight angst Synopsis: It is during the first snow Hoseok first meets you. It is also during the first snow he prepares to put a ring on you. Little does he know, fate has other plans. (Alternatively: As Hoseok relishes in the spirit of the Holiday season, he cannot help but also reminisce how you two, though entire polar opposites of each other, ended up together).

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Your Side of the Bed AU: Rebound!Hoseok / friends to lovers AU Genre: angst, slight fluff Synopsis: Hoseok will bask in the crumpled sheets of your bed until you learn to erase your past’s name on the duvet and replace it with his. It’s been long since the sheets were changed. He’s got a better one, a much warmer one and he hopes you could see the permanence laced in its every thread.

kim namjoon

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Sun + Moon  — ✎ (hiatus) AU: Online friend / broke college student, fanboy!namjoon + idol!you Genre: fluff, humor, angst Synopsis: Frequently exposed to the blue light from laptop and cellphone screens, Namjoon, using the username MonJoon, finds a stable online friendship with someone known as SunnyY/N, a fangirl who shares the same hardcore, dedicated adoration for Y/N, the biggest solo artist in the kmusic industry. What starts as simple chatting and exchange of Y/N’s pics turn into something more when Namjoon finds out that his online friend is actually the apple of his eyes, who is more exposed to the paparazzi’s lights and camera flashes than relationship talks.

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The Powers That Be (M) AU: Tennis player!namjoon + reporter!you / secret romance/fwb AU Genre: angst; smut Synopsis: Everything was simple at first until you entangle yourself deeper with a powerful man you know will devour you. You can’t let yourself fall; such works of the heart can never be dealt with a man who cannot settle for fickle affections.

park jimin

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Daffodil Rings AU: Idol!jimin + law student, part-time florist!you / Soulmate AU + Strangers to lovers Genre: fluff; angst; implied smut (PG-16) Synopsis: In a world where the red-string-of-fate tale has been proven true by science, each scientific journal has been up to date with every new-found “soulmate system,” and everyone out there has been in their never-ending search for their soulmate, there stands one bug in the system: You. You don’t believe in the absoluteness of the soulmate phenomenon, nor the too-perfect-to-work-out soulmate systems, arguing each and every bit of them are for everyone but you. With 17 years of defiance against such natural occurrence, you did not expect you will be literally swept off your feet by your soulmate on some ordinary Thursday into the wildest night of your life. Everything only goes downhill when you learn that “soulmate” of yours happens to be Park Jimin, the singer from the worldwide famous boy group BTS, you have embarrassingly fangirled over for six years.

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Sober (M) AU: Friends with benefits AU Genre: angst, smut Synopsis: Every night, you live and die in different beds of different men but tonight, you’ll give yourself a chance to live and die in the arms of Park Jimin.

kim taehyung

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Of Cliches and Romcom Tropes AU: Prince actor!taehyung + ticket booth attendant!you / Carnival AU Genre: fluff, slight angst, comedy that’s close to being crack Synopsis: You find yourself literally living a classic Romcom trope by being the nerdy introvert in love with her unexpected friend, Kim Taehyung, your university’s golden theater boy and campus heartthrob. It only turns more disgustingly cliché when you learn he part-times as a prince actor in the same carnival where you work as a ticket booth attendant. Trusting on the clichés you’ve watched in numerous Romcom films, you embark on a plan to get your crush to like you back this Halloween.

jeon jungkook

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My Time  — ✎ , ♡ AU: Cop!jungkook + artist!you Genre: science fiction, mystery, angst, action  Synopsis: A future technology allows cops to jump in the past and future to investigate crimes that have happened and prepare for those that are about to happen. A simple hit-and-run turns into something more when Captain Jeon Jungkook finds himself as the victim of a culprit who cannot be identified by the system. Especially when the culprit seems to be the same person behind the new case that’s threatening the order in the justice organization. All goes haywire when Jungkook gets involved with Y/N L/N, the clairvoyant sketch artist who may be his only help to solve the case.

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Translucent Fireworks   — ♡ AU: Laundromat owner AU Genre: fluff, drama, angst Synopsis: Jungkook yearns for a New Year to come after the warmth he sought in Busan turned lukewarm. Sparks start to alight when spring comes and a girl with a weird laundry schedule stepped in his laundromat.

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The Prince and His Rose — ✎ ; ♡ ;   AU: Football player!jungkook + childhood friend!you / College AU  Genre: Fluff, comedy, slight angst Synopsis: Weaving through galaxies and masses of planets around the prince, he keeps his ground, eyes set only towards his rose, magnificent in her beauty amidst the starless night with the whole world enclosing around them. The only assurance he has is a single petal from hers and promises of the worlds she creates. “Write that, write that!” “Really?” “Yes! That would be wonderful!” And so will be our story, Jungkook smiles.

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Things You Said ↳ Multiple AUs — fluff; angst; smut ❝ A couple of entries centered on things that came from the heart. Inspired by this prompt list.❞ 

Songs To Read Playlist (STRP)  ↳ Multiple AUs — fluff; angst; smut ❝ Come close and lay your head on my chest. I’ll play you the melodies the songs failed to relay - A.K.A. Send me a song and I’ll write you a fic! ❞  

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Dreamscape, part 2

Link to Part 1: https://maximumsuckage.tumblr.com/post/167175722147/dreamscape 

Description: Sam, Dean, and Jack discuss the Norse death goddess Hela.  Across the country, a werewolf child turns up dead.

Word Count: 3125

A/n: I am so so so sorry if I ruin this by adding more, but tis the season of NaNoWriMo and this is the closest thing I've had to a plot in ages, so I don't care if it's fanfic and not original.  lemme know if anyone is interested enough to be tagged in updates, no worries if nah

  “So lemme get this straight.”  Dean wrapped his fingers around the coffee mug as he looked down at the book Sam had dropped in front of him.  “You have a dream about our old dead buddy the Trickster, only he’s a giant crazy monster, and he tells you some crap and sends you on a quest to find his freaky death goddess daughter to be the Jedi Master to your freaky angel padawan?”

Sam let out a slow breath.  “No, Dean.  I mean, yeah, but you’re ignoring the point here.  Jack isn’t the first archangel offspring.  It makes sense… we knew Gabe was Loki.  I just never realized he was Loki.  Like, the actual god.  He had a whole life outside of Heaven…”  He trailed off, looking down at the book, not for the first time wondering at how little they actually knew.  “And he wasn’t a giant crazy monster.  He was an archangel.  Without the vessel.”

Dean waved a dismissive hand and sipped his coffee.  “Whatever.  So monster Gabe wants you to find his freaky death goddess daughter.  And what, exactly?  We don’t exactly have a great record with pagan gods.”

“Yeah, but Dean, this could be an opportunity.”  This was pointless.  They were going in circles, still, like they had been for forty minutes already.  “I know that it’s a risk, but-”

“But nothing.”  Dean gestured with the mug of coffee.  “We’ve already dealt with Death himself.  We’re not getting the attention of one of his death god lackeys too.  Mr. Miyagi the kid yourself, fine.  But if we get her attention and she gets pissed…”

“Then we take her out too.”  Sam stood.  “We’ve taken out stronger things than-”

“Than an archangel Nephilim?  An archangel Nephilim who’s had thousands of years to hone her powers?”  Dean raised an eyebrow and sipped his coffee.  “Look, I get it.  The kid’s not all bad.  Might grow up to be a superhero.  Who knows?  But we do know that a goddess named Hell is not someone we want to tussle with.”

“Hel with one L, not two.”  Sam pointed.  “Or Hela, in this translation.”

“Hela then.”  Dean paused. “Wait, wasn’t that the bad guy in that new Thor movie?”

“Well-”

“That settles it.  No.  If she scares Thor, then I don’t want to deal with it.  Wherever she’s holed up, she can stay there.”  He downed the rest of his coffee, made a face at the dregs, and got up.  “Come on.  We’ve got a werewolf to catch.”  Without letting Sam have time for another word, he left the kitchen, heading back towards his own room. 

“I have a cousin?”

Sam jumped at the voice.  Jack definitely shared that little trait with Castiel.  He glanced at the direction Dean had vanished in, and sighed.  He had no idea how long Jack had been listening, and lying would only upset him.  “We’re not sure,” he decided on, sitting down and pushing the book towards him.  “I had a dream about Gabriel- your uncle- and he told me to look for this goddess, who, according to the lore, is his oldest daughter.”

Jack pulled the book closer and studied it, his eyebrows creased together.  “Gabriel,” he said slowly.  “He was in the Bible.  He told Elizabeth and Mary that they were pregnant.  He is good.”  He glanced up at Sam, worried.  “Right?”

“Yeah.  Yeah, he was good.”  Sam decided that they didn’t need to get into the semantics of good when it involved the Trickster.  He’d come over to their side in the end; right now, that was what mattered. 

“Was?”  Jack caught the past tense, head tilting in that painfully familiar way. 

“Lucifer killed him.”  He decided not to sugar-coat it, just ripping off the metaphorical Band-Aid.  “Gabriel was stalling so we could save people.  He knew he was going to be killed.”  He paused, figuring somebody didn’t go through the work of filming a pornographic suicide note if they didn’t know they were going to die.  “He loved your father to the end, I think.  He attacked Lucifer, but now that I think about it, I don’t think he could have killed him, even if he had the ability to.”

Jack looked back down at the book, considering the information, filing it away in what he knew of the world.  “But, he had children.  This goddess is my cousin.”  He touched the picture, running his finger down the sketch.  One side of her was a young lady, lovely if stern, while the other side was a garish image of rot and desiccation.  That didn’t seem to bother Jack, whose impression of the world was still fresh and new.   

It had, however, bothered Dean, who, when Sam had first set the book down, made a comment along the lines of, “this zombie freak your new girlfriend?”

“We don’t know that for sure yet,” Sam was quick to point out.  “Gabriel didn’t give me anymore information…”  Because he was too busy trying to bite my lips off, but Dean and Jack don’t need to know that and why the hell was he doing that anyways I’m not into him I’m straight straighter than Dean anyways like maybe we were friends at the end but only barely and… “and we don’t even know if she’s alive, or good or evil, or if she’s even his daughter.  Sometimes the lore gets mixed up over time, and things aren’t usually that accurate.”

Jack tilted his head.  “But it says here that she was.”

“Yeah, but that was written by humans.”  Sam settled in for a lecture on mythology, which could either go very smoothly or would throw Jack into a mental tailspin.  “A lot of the lore we have is based on old stories.  A long time ago, they were just told word of mouth.  Like… like I’m telling you right now.  And to keep people’s interests, storytellers would exaggerate.”

“Exaggerate.  A small lie.  To make it bigger than it really is.” 

Sam made a small agreeing gesture in his direction, not sure if Jack had read the dictionary or if Dean had covered that particular lesson.  Probably Dean, exaggerating away all the carbs he was drinking to hide the still-raw grief.  “So if every storyteller exaggerates the story a little bit, and then the inflated version gets written down…”

“It might be completely different from the truth?”  Jack looked up at Sam, hopeful, and Sam found himself smiling. 

“Yeah.  Exactly.”

Jack nodded and looked down at the picture again, considering it through this new lens.  “But Gabriel is my uncle.  That’s not exaggerated.  And he does know her, because he told you to find her in a dream.”  He looked up at Sam, hopeful.  “How hard would it be to find her?”

“Well, I don’t know, and Dean’s scared of her.  He doesn’t want us to find her and then it turn out that she’s the bad guy.”

“Why would my uncle be friends with a bad guy?”

Sam really did not want to get into the gray morals that seemed to permeate Gabriel’s pagan lifestyle, and thankfully, he was saved by Dean’s walking in.  “Case,” he said pointedly.  “Wolf clan.  New York.”  He looked over at the book, then pointed at the image.  “Bad guy,” he said to Jack, like that settled it.  “You guys ready to go?”

Jack nodded, hopping up, eager to please Dean.  “Yes.  I had my bag packed last night.  And I didn’t forget extra underwear and socks this time.”

Dean frowned.  “Extra?  You had extra last time.” 

Jack grinned, pleased.  “Yes, for myself.  But I packed for you both as well.  When you wear the same pair of socks every day, it gets-”

“We get it.”  Dean rolled his eyes and headed for the car. 

Sam, for lack of a better response, patted Jack on the shoulder.  “Thanks, bud.  What would we do without you?”

“Probably stink,” he said, dead serious, and followed Dean, a spring in his step at being useful to his guardians, like a puppy.  A wolf puppy, Sam reminded himself, one that was loyal, but could bite. 

A week previous

Fairpoint, New York, was a pleasant little tourist trap in the Adirondacks, somewhere beyond Old Forge.  A main road led visitors to a plethora of family owned motels and campgrounds, winding through little shops owned by kindly retired folk or kids in their twenties irritated at being forced to take over the family business.  A lake nearby allowed for swimming or sailing, though it was quiet now that the season was beginning to turn.  This time of year, the draw was the beautiful shades of red and yellow and gold that graced the ancient trees, and hiking trails winding through the surrounding mountains allowed tourists the opportunity ample opportunities to soak in the autumn aesthetic. 

The only issue was the werewolves.  Those townsfolk who had lived there for more than a generation knew about them- the clan out in the woods, who feasted on deer and moose and bear and avoided civilization like the plague.  That was the original purpose of the village, after all.  Keep the werewolves in the wilderness, away from the more human haunts.  For a long while, the wolves had been quiet, and only the occasional foray into town for medicine or booze by one of their runners told the old folk that they were still active. 

But that had all changed when a child turned up dead. 

He was not one of Fairpoint’s- he was branded by the mark of the wolves, a symbol like four claw marks slashing the shoulder, and he was thin and gaunt, buried in a shallow grave that was unearthed by the excessive rains.  It would have been ignored by the local cops, who, as a rule, kept only to Fairpoint business, except for the fact that it was a clear murder: his heart had been ripped from his chest cavity.  The organ was missing. 

It had to be a wolf, because no fox or coyote or bear would simply take the heart and run, and besides, attacks by wild predators were excessively rare, saved generally for foolhardy hunters (real hunters, with deer and stuff- they had no idea about Winchester-type hunters) who got between Mom-bear and cub.  The thinness was a problem as well- though many wild populations were thinning, white-tailed deer refused to stop breeding, and their population boom allowed not only food for ticks, but for the wolves as well.  Any children glimpsed traipsing through the woods were well-fed, bordering on chubby if not for all the running and playing they did, so a dead child whose ribs were clearly visible?

That was foul play, for sure. 

So, it was with a great deal of nerves that Sheriff Harry Baldwin found himself hiking through the woods, sweating despite the autumnal chill, cop car left behind at the deepest hunting cabin he could drive to.  His twelve-gauge was slung over his shoulder, heavy now that he had to hike with it, and shot shells clinked in the pockets of his jacket.  The gun was only for protection from bears though.  He didn’t fear the wolves.  His family had been there for ages, and he had the feeling there had been a bit of interbreeding- every time the full moon rolled around, he felt peckish for bloody burgers.  It was a craving he didn’t share with anybody, but a very real craving nonetheless, and he liked to imagine the wolf blood in him (even if it was imaginary) made him a better cop. 

There was a stitch in his side by the time he heard a howl that clearly came from a human throat and not a coyote, and he leaned against a tree, panting.  “Hey,” he called out to the trees, knowing one of the wolves was there, even if he couldn’t see them.  “It’s me. Sheriff Baldwin. I need to talk to Alpha Melissa."

A wolf warrior stepped out.  She was a pretty girl, curvy with big eyes and an easy smile, wearing a deerskin jacket over a Doctor Who t-shirt and skinny jeans.  “Officer Baldwin!  Hi!  If we knew you were coming, we would have sent a truck out for you.  What’s up?”  Before he had time to respond, she darted off, and then returned with a bottle of water that she offered out.

He took it gratefully, draining it in a few moments, and then wiped his mouth.  “I’m here on business, Charlotte.  I need to talk to Melissa.”

Charlotte nodded.  “Yeah, of course.  I’ll call a ride to town.  Seriously, next time you need to come out here, just call one of us.”

A few minutes later, Harry was on the back of an ATV, clinging desperately to the waist of Travis, another wolf warrior who was a few ranks higher than Charlotte.  Harry wasn’t exactly sure how the ranking worked here, as the wolves were an independent nation it seemed, yet still had access to ATVs and Poland Spring and, apparently, Doctor Who.  Harry never asked.  He figured, that was their business and his business was Fairpoint. 

The town itself blended into the surrounding forest, log cabins trailing wood smoke into the sky.  A group of barefoot kids were playing soccer in a clearing that served as the town square, laughing and occasionally snarling at each other with teeth too long and sharp for a normal child’s mouth.  Occasionally, there would be a splash of blood on the hard-packed earthen ground, but that only drew more laughter.  Several deer were hanging from a pole, blood dripping into buckets on the ground.  Their glassy eyes seemed to watch Harry as he dismounted the ATV, waiting for the warrior to lead him to the pack leader. 

“Wait here,” Travis said sharply, and disappeared into the largest of the cabins. 

Harry obeyed, but it was with a frown.  He had spoken to Melissa many times.  She was older, a calm leader, giving off the vibe of a Victorian era queen rather than a werewolf pack leader roughing it in the woods.  Never had she kept him waiting. When he became sheriff, she had arrived in Fairpoint for the ceremony herself, congratulating him personally, and after that they had struck up a professional relationship that seemed to border on more than friendly (or at least, so Harry hoped.  He may have had a teensy crush on the pack leader). 

But never before had he been commanded to wait for an audience.

One of the children was on the ground, crying. Somebody had yanked one of her pigtails too hard, and now a few of the boys were jeering at her.  Harry took a step closer to break it up, but then the smallest of the girls snarled as she intervened first, her face twisting, hackles raising, hands twisting and breaking into claws with an audible snapping of bones.  The boys raised a laugh at her as well, but then the beast-child leapt forward, throwing the biggest boy to the ground with a thump.  He tried to change as well, but she slashed him across the face, and he stayed down. 

Harry stood, frozen, watching as the smallest hopped off the largest and walked over to the bullied girl to pull her to her feet.  The boy on the ground sat up, the scratches on his face already healing, and snarled at her, but it was weak and small and ignored.  The girl was alpha, and both knew it.

“I’m goalie!” she declared, human again, sprinting towards the two sticks that comprised the goal.  With that, the fight was forgotten, and the game was back on.     

“Sheriff Baldwin?” 

Harry turned away from the kids to the familiar voice of Melissa, the pack leader.  Middle aged, with a few scars across her face suggesting old triumphs, she exuded the aura of a warrior, despite her torn jeans and sky-blue sweater.  Harry always felt a little subpar next to her, aware that maybe he should put in some time at the gym and maybe avoid the pastries Sally Parr, the town administrator, brought in every morning.  “Yeah.  What’s going on?”

She gave him a thin-lipped smile and gestured for him to come inside.  He followed, grateful to get off his aching feet. 

“Whiskey?” she asked once he had been seated in front of her desk, which was little more than a homemade table.

He waved it off.  “I’m on the clock.  I’m here to talk about a murder.  A child, about ten, was found a few miles outside of town by a hunter.  Poor kid was starving before he died.  Heart ripped out of the body.  Coroner hasn’t told us whether it was taken out before or after he passed.”

Melissa’s brow creased as she turned back to the desk, a small glass of whiskey in her own hands.  That was new.  Harry had never seen her touch a drop of alcohol in all the time that he knew her.  Although, granted, it was more phone conversations than anything else. 

“Shit,” she said, and all hope that she didn’t know about the murder flew from Harry’s mind.  He hoped they weren’t going dark.  He had no idea what they were supposed to do if the wolves went dark.  That was on him, but half of Fairpoint didn’t even know about the wolves, so how would they fight-

Melissa drained the whiskey like it was water.  “I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this,” she murmured, gazing at the golden drops clinging to the side of the empty glass.  “I prayed that it wouldn’t come to this.”

“Come to what?”  Harry leaned forward.  “Melissa, if any of your guys did this, you know I can’t protect you.  This whole settlement is already illegal.  If there’s murder too…”

She stood, slamming fingers that broke and twisted into claws into the wood of the table.  Splinters of wood flew to the floor.  “They are not my guys.  Not anymore.”

“Mel?”  He tested out the nickname cautiously.  “Something’s going on.  Tell me what’s going on so we can prevent anyone else from turning up dead.”

Now her teeth were elongating, and her voice dropped to a growl that resonated within Harry’s chest.  “A strange wolf came.  He corrupted some of our youth- now they wish to summon him.” 

“Him who?”  Harry sat back a little, trying to remain calm in the face of the half changed alpha in front of him.  “Mel, calm down, okay?  We’re friends here.  I want to help.”

She glared at him, normal cocoa-brown eyes now feral yellow, and then took a breath.  “Him,” she repeated, forcing her voice back to its normal register.  “The original Wolf.  Fenrir himself.”

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BULLIES ON THE BLOCK: CHRONO 2016

The Entire Stalking PIE, bite by bite. (This was my first draft of the June 8th HARASSMENT) I'm terrified! This is all just craziness! I have been targeted. I have not committed any crime, and I am an innocent victim, that is being punished without Trial. Wait a minute, who the heck is that guy, anyway? •••••••• 20 years ago... (I know a little about the "craziness and irrational.") Life is like a wheel. Sooner or later, it comes full circle.-Stephen King, Author But, this time I have a witness and Love on my side.-JL •••••• Today... What: Bait and Smash? Aggressive Disruption of Serenity and Peace, using Covert tactics of Harassment with Psychological GASLIGHTING abuse, manipulative tactics, enabled by the Rationalization of happenings. I refer to these "happenings" as Bites. The collective of bites compose a Terror Stalking Hate Crimes "Slice of PIE." The PIE has 5 juicy slices and whip cream and a cherry on top. The topping is the innocent victims, a Disabled single mother of two, and another resident, an American Man, being punished without Trial. Add in the cherries, to dab of Whip Cream, an aggressive neighbor with skills, a completely Corrupted Ex Military Deputy Sheriff, and a wife that owns a fly by night Theater company in Menifee. Why: I would like to be able to say that I am a very well versed Martial Artist that has elevated to the degree of energy and kindness... I have... but, I am a realist and I realize what my perception is to most others, it's a reputation of a maniacal 12 foot tall people eater. On my journey I have heard a lot of my reputation and some of my character. I bring with me daily my entire folder of reference letters for new clients to view. And, yes, some will use my past reputation of 20 years ago against me. It's Only speculation by me, but My self published book BLOOD BOOZE & UFC may have inspired revenge or something similar, one thing for sure, the CORRUPTION is clear, and by this mans hate and energy being brought to my steps, he has exposed his "Gaming" of the system. He is an artful liar with a false sense of Honor behind him. I am a self published author since 2014. I am also a YouTube partner since 2006. My freedom of speech, creative collective, and satirical entertainment, have inspired many, to do many things. If reading is your thing, perhaps a quick read over, or a sit down, with BBU, will saturate you in the details of what Lisa and I are involved with. A surface investigation will paint the parallels of our aggressive, skilled, and, deceptive neighbor, with his M/C, frequent trips to Arizona in his KSI work truck, and his extravagant status and image extravaganzas on Kepler st., with his personal parking lot for his 6 vehicles, with the latest, Audio, for his Wifee, Ana L., who is self employed in a theatrical company "Spunk Entertainment," and shows no other financial earnings listed. Multiple addresses and even one in Kennesaw, GA. . When: June 8th, 2016 5pm first contact. Surveillance was seen prior to this date, but was rationalized as just someone parking their truck in the front yard and not sure if the tool box has been stolen or not. But, the trash can vandalism is clear. Where: 27185 Kepler st., Menifee, Ca. John and Lisa sat in the car In the driveway. Who: The aggressors, Mario D. Garcia, 43M, Willie Ramirez, & Ana L. Garcia. Reside at 27207 Kepler 3 doors down. The Victims, John T. Lober & Lisa M. Traudt •••••••••••••••••• What is Happening NOW... Isolated and Vulnerable. Cries for help ignored. She has been lied to by Law Enforcement. 10/27/16 Lisa has been isolated and I'm no longer able to care for her at home. I drove her two days to finalize her taxes then 10 hours at Kaiser while she had her semi annual treatment . Over one week ago Lisa had her B cells, she's been in bed sick, watching two young kids, and trying to make her own food and take care of her self, by her self. She is isolated. I'm not allowed over the house. She was miserable. Mario has been throwing parties and becoming a nuisance, since I have moved out of my room at Kepler. •••••••••••••••• Who is involved... CIVILIAN ON CIVILIAN OR IS IT? TERRORSTALKING BY THE GARCIA FAMILY IN THE BADLANDS MENIFEE this place is the wild Wild West. The victims: John Lober - white male, late 40’s, a father of 2, a grandfather of 2, a son, a friend, a pioneer of the MMA fight scene pre-Y2K/pre-9-11/pre-current day UFC/pre-consciousness shift of 2012/pre-Trump for president, who presently earns a living in transportation and security or whatever odd job presents him the opportunity to earn some cash. Yes, his past is colorful and holds a criminal record. He has paid his debt to society. Yet appears to be guilty until proven innocent based on his past reputation, rather than the facts of actual events that took place from a June 8th incident to present day. A protective companion/ fiancé to Lisa Traudt. John is a Former Santa Ana firefighter reserve, a licensed minister, and a Mentor for many clients with achieving their goals. John is of the one percent of the population of males with a distinctive and nearly complete level of colorblindness. Past traumas treatment accelerated by these events has him in a new treatment for PTSD, and travels with a companion dog daily. Lisa Traudt - white female, mid 40’s, disabled, a mother of 2, a daughter, a friend, a neighbor, a sufferer of MS, walks with a cane due to a limp. Lives two doors down from Mario G. Garcia in Menifee, CA. A friend/ Companion/ a wife, to John Lober. Together they lead a modest life style, of love and respect. A witness and a victim. The antagonistic aggressors: Mario D. Garcia - latino male, late 40’s, husband, father, son-in-law, water technician, motorcycle rider, associate of the Metal Mulisha Death Squad. Lives 2 doors down from Lisa Traudt in Menifee, CA. an enforcer of neighborhood trash code violations. also a violator of neighborhood trash code violations. a trespasser, a bully, an intimidator, a schemer, a stalker, an abuser of the justice system and local police to terrorize and victimize John and Lisa initially inciting a small issue regarding ‘trash.’ Mario is or was narcotics Cop, but, works for KSI, inc. today. I felt it, but, I denied it, when nobody verbalized it. But now, I have seen the light. And, I've seen just about everything there is to see, now. An undercover LA County sheriffs deputy decides to use his militarized tactics on a civilian and set him up criminal style. There's enough appellate court papers for appeal to explain everything there is to explain about Mario D. All my best friends are cops, and now they're going to lock arms when I expose a corrupt sibling of theirs. I detest liars. A man with a lack of character, a black heart that pumps lies like piss. And one that is sworn to uphold the law and protect my family and yours. You cannot lie to me. You cannot set me up. The Jedi mind trick does not work on me. The facts do not disappear. You will not get away. My character is my current see. My freedom is my strength. It makes sense that he wants to attack me there. He mimics me. Even wears the same socks as me. Stalks me. Obsessed about me. It makes him horny. It is a Narcopathic man crush broke back shit show trilogy. A little research and I know your entire history. Now we are even, it's time to get even, your record will become in even. You have awoken the GOD of Combat. http://www.courts.ca.gov/opinions/nonpub/B238121.DOC Ana L. Garcia - latino female, mid 40’s, wife, mother, daughter, photographer, motorcycle rider. wife of Mario D. Garcia. follows husbands tactics of intimidation by verbalizing false claims and a death threat to John and/or Lisa. abuser of 911 calls. Willy - father and grandfather. father of Ana. gun owner. blocker of driveways. New form of violence: the Tactic/ The Crime is the TRO This is a weird Celebrity TerrorStalking by a Narcopathic type. The crime MDG has committed is not gaslighting. Gaslighting is a collection of covert acts, which together create abuse of the mark. Gaslighting now proven by MDG s paint a picture of his true character, which is a liar. The day he wrote the supplemental court document and submitted it under perjury of law, he was in contempt of court. I understand he has the TRO. And I have obeyed the letter of the law. I will not be in contempt of court. I will always comply. Montes told me to stay away. Montes asked how do I tell who is lying? He said get your day in court and tell the judge. Every story has already been told. The important part of the story is the beginning and the end, or right now. Any investigator worth his salt , knows that the filler is usually the same old shit. That being said, what do I have right now? Well, I have video of Mario on June 8th, and he states," that's fine. You can video me all you want, sir." And, I have a witness of the entire shit show. I have the entire audio of Mario's testimony to the commissioner, I haven't received the transcripts yet. The reporter is not returning my emails. But I will begin to pound him from alternate emails and get them. I have Pete Scalisi and Kathleen Jacobs respects him in the Hemet court. I have a complete journal and documentation of the entire shit show. And, I have, I Mario's own type written word, a script, of the entire narcopathic and now to be determined, Mario's motive is mimic jealousy hatred and maybe man love envy of this guy and his awesomeness. I'm so humble. Hahaha oh, and I am editing it and over laying everything right now and it will be complete in the am, so, Pete , you can convince Kathleen that she fucked up, and she was played by that d bag, and she has put my life in turmoil for the past 150 days. She owes me lunch or um maybe drop it now so I can charge dips hit with all the retro active crimes it protected against and Montes can stuck brown suger up his pinata. And I can mow the lawn on ANY street in America. •••••••••••••••••••••••••• (One version of the timeline) The Set Up - June 8, 2016: Imagine a man and woman sitting in a car parked in the woman’s driveway talking. An unknown man approaches the pair in an aggressive manner to talk about trash that flew into his driveway. No "Hello, my name is… If you have a moment, may I express a concern I have as your neighbor regarding your trash?" Instead, the unknown man, without identifying himself, aggressively makes claims directed at the man, who is not the homeowner, about the trash flying into his yard. The trash can lid is broken, man in car reveals that the trash can is actually registered to the unknown man’s address. Unknown man shrugs this information off and continues to bully the man in car. Three times, the unknown man is asked to leave the property that belongs to the woman in the car, or the man in the car may feel the need to defend himself against this unknown man creating an antagonistic/threatening situation. Meanwhile, the unknown man’s father-in-law, drives up to the driveway, blocking the driveway so that the man and woman in the car cannot flee the situation. The unknown man states ‘I can do whatever I want’ then walks toward the woman in the car to attempt to intimidate her about her ‘trash.' In a defensive state of mind, the man in the car strikes the unknown man to get him to back off. Unknown man now says he is calling the police, but when his phone is revealed, it is not 911 on the phone but another phone number he’s talking to about what is going down in the situation. (Who was he talking to if not the police?) The man in the car approaches the unknown man’s father-in-law blocking the driveway to tell him to move his car and then sees a GUN in the father-in-law's lap. Confused and fearful by the confrontation of this unknown man, the man and woman in the car go into the woman’s house. They come out and tell the father-in-law to move his car or his blocking the driveway will be considered kidnapping. The man and woman flee the situation out of fear for their safety. Police show up and leave a card on the door to the ‘white male’ in the confrontation in the driveway to call officer XX. The man in the car calls the police twice to tell them his version of the story. The police NEVER return man in car’s call. The Harassment - ongoing June 9th, 2016 to present day: Imagine the following events occurring after a random encounter with a man you never met before who initially confronted you about some minor trash issue… -June 9th: Unknown man blocks man in car on Facebook. (How did unknown man know man in car's name?) -June 22nd: Unknown man files for temporary restraining order with photos of man in car while washing his car in woman’s driveway. (Was that photo criminally threatening? How long was he stalking man in car) On the recorded court form, a 10-year old indictment against man in car is noted. (How did they know about that? What business was it of their’s to look up?) An incident that takes place on June 27, 2016 is noted on the file stamped by the court on July 22, 2016. -June 27th: actually June 22nd: Wife of the unknown man approaches the man in car, with woman in car and man in car’s son, while parked in woman’s driveway, again. She verbalizes aggression, does not introduce herself, and makes false claims against the man in the car. She takes photos. Man in car drives everyone away from wife of unknown man. -Date (tbd): Hearing takes place for permanent restraining order against man in car. Did not listen to man in car. Did not believe mani in car , and did not want to hear or see video and witness of man in car. Commissioner lets unknown man tell his exaggerated story in full. Man in car is asked only one question ‘Did you hit the unknown man, yes or no?' and was not given a platform to disclose his perspective on the story, the fact that the father-in-law blocked them from fleeing the situation and that the father-in-law had a GUN and they felt intimidated and threaten by this individual they had NEVER met before June 8th. Commissioner judges man in car as ‘GUILTY’ and grants permanent restraining order against man in car. What did unknown man say to the commissioner prior to "Hearing?" -Date (tbd): Long Beach PD finds man in car parked in empty marina parking lot illegally. Someone called police to report man in car parked as ‘suspicious’ behavior. -Date (tbd): Man in car, with help of a friend, finds a tracking device on his car. -Date (tbd): Man in car files separate restraining order in Orange County for his protection. Names woman in car and his son as additionally protected individuals. -Date (tbd): Orange County judge grants restraining order to man in car when he states his case and reveals the unknown man had an accomplice with a GUN. The unknown man does not make an appearance to the hearing. (THE ORDER CH-130) -Date (tbd): Restraining order served to unknown man -Date (tbd): Woman in car receives a municipal code violation for her trash issues with fines threatening her home ownership unless she resolves the issue. -Date (tbd): Man in car helps woman in car clean up trash since her disability limits her abilities. Man in car befriends a couple other neighbors while cleaning up the yard. Neighbors share that the unknown man has been a nuissance in the neighborhood. -Dates unknown: Multiple calls made to police to cite man in car being in proximity of unknown man’s house. Man in car has no business or interest with unknown man or his family and is only near him due to circumstances of woman’s residence being 2 doors down. Fact: All/any encounters have occurred only when unknown man or his wife approaches the man and/or woman in car on or around the property of the woman in car. -Date unknown: Police show up to woman’s house. They were called saying a ‘neighbor’ heard screams coming from her house. Woman was home alone. -Ongoing: Unknown man parks work truck in front of woman’s property. Surveillance cameras in truck focused on woman’s property. -Ongoing: Unknown man’s wife using flash photography to document man in car whenever she can catch him visiting woman. -Date unknown: Woman’s jewelry box is missing. -Sept 20th: Man in car is driving away from woman’s house. Unknown man’s wife yells a death threat to woman. -Sept 21st: Fed up with the police not interceding to keep the peace, man in car sends letter to NBC investigative team reporting that the unknown man and his wife have been terrorizing a disabled mother of 2 and the local authorities have not stepped in to keep the peace and now there is a death threat that has been verbalized. -Sept 21st: Woman forwards email sent to NBC to Menifee PD. Deputy Montes responds within an hour of the email being sent when it is noticed that the media has been contacted. Police state that they know about the unknown man and have stated they will not arrest man in car for violation of restraining order when visiting woman. Unknown man is revealed to be a nuisance to police dept. Deputy Montes calls department managing the trash violations to disregard the violation filed against woman. Police warn unknown neighbor on his behavior and to clean up his own yard. -Oct 1st: Man in car finds a video posted on YouTube by unknown man claiming that man in car and woman are stalking the unknown man. -Oct 2nd: Woman writes another email to Deputy Montes reporting the harassment and false claim on YouTube video. -Oct 2nd: Man in car thinks unknown man is positioning to set man in car up for violation of restraining order with all the surveillence photos and videos obtained to get the court to issue a warrant for man in car’s arrest. -Oct 3rd: Another email sent to NBC pleading for investigative help on a situation that is beyond normal understanding. Now imagine that all these things listed above are actually happening in real life with real people being affected, because this is really happening in Menifee, CA. Questions to ask: -Why was the original issue of ‘trash’ such a burden resulting in the events that followed? But, has now disappeared as any or no problem at all. -Why is so much time and effort being exerted by the unknown man and his family to get man in car arrested? What has inspired this relentless desire? -Why is the unknown man financing this effort? Does he have expendable income and time for this harassment? -Why is the woman, who is a disabled single mother, being targeted for a trash violation just weeks after her return from being away from her house? Who broke into her property while she was away? Who has stolen the tool box from inside the home? -Why was the unknown man’s father-in-law blocking the driveway on June 8th? Why did he have a gun? And, why did he say,"You're lucky he (unknown man) didn't kick your ass." -Why was a tracking device placed on man in car’s vehicle? -Why were the Long Beach PD notified of suspicious behavior when man in car was parked in an empty parking lot? -Why are the Menifee Police Dept not investigating this properly before someone gets seriously hurt? -Why does the woman need to fear for her and her children’s safety around this neighbor? Why has the Children Service Investigator, dismissed her concern for the children's safety from unknown man? -Why does the woman need to fear losing her house because of this unknown man’s reports about her trash? -Why does the man in car need to fear losing his freedom for trying to help and protect the woman from this unknown man’s claims and predatory behavior? -Is there a hate motivation? Race? Disability? Jealousy? Is he threatened by the man in cars presence? -Are these tactics consistent with Gang Stalking? GASLIGHTING? Bait and bash? Has this ever happened to anyone else before? -Could they be after the woman’s property? Or, are they attempting to isolate her by removing man in car? -Could there be an unknown 3rd party involved motivating the unknown man’s behavior and aggression? Has he read something that has inspired him to be so relentless? -Is money a factor? What do these two men have in common, that would affect unknown mans CASH FLOW? I know... Why is the justice system and police authority not serving the victims when the evidence shows a pattern of abusive, intimidating and predatory behavior by an individual that was unknown to the victims until June 8th, 2016. •••••••••••••••••••••••••• (Second version of the timeline) The first PIE is out of the oven and here it is, by the slice: 1. I have consistently maintained an uncomfortable feeling that someone has or is trespassing on or in Lisa's home since the first day we met on may 25, 2016. 2. On January 1, 2016, Lisa and I moved to the San Fransisco area for her new employment at Spectra Labs. 3. House was vacant for 5 months. Trash cans were vandalized. Backyard was trespassed upon. Couldn't prove any entry inside. Buckets and pots were missing from the backyard. Lisa states, " some things are missing from inside as well." Tools. 4. Charlie next door offered to "keep an eye out for squatters, like, Chauncey." I gave him my business card. Charlie then gave that card with my identity and Book information to Mario D Garcia. 1. The lady on the other side, Theresa, who claimed to be the cousin of the owner, not verified, offers to rent the property and continues to text me, at least 6 times. She says she cannot afford $2700 a month. Lisa says she does not feel comfortable with her and declines. I have not seen or heard from her since May 5, 2016. Nor have I seen anyone go in or come out of the house next door. The yard is kept well, in fact , better than all of the rest of the homes yards, the windows are all covered and sealed , and the AC unit and another sound as well are in full affect inside the home. We believed that Theresa was attempting to perform some illegal activity in the residence and that she would be a serious problem renter and we eventually denied her. 2. Reoccupied 27185 Kepler on May 23, 16. I receive mail here since the previous May. 3. BAIT AND BASH June 8th, 2016 #me161600118 27183 Kepler street, Menifee ca. 2 men unknown identities. 1 older guy in Toyota RAV 4 with a pistol. 2nd Latino 43yoM aggressor. 1. July 27, the Neighbor street theater about "minors and some man and escalate a problem restraining orders" she gets real mad. Me my son and Lise are in my car. Ana L Garcia verbally aggressive in a street theater, almost as if it is scripted, accuses someone at this address of "mad dogging her minors .." My son, 14, and Lisa are with me, in our car, in front of our house. It was a premeditated scenario that just did not happen. 2. 1:20pm July 28th I am served in my driveway by a serious dude in a white Ford Focus. A restraining order from a man named Mario D. Garcia. The TRO is filed on July 22nd. 3. 1:30pm Mario D Garcia 43M , pulls up recklessly in a red ford pick up truck and calls the cops that I am violating his Tro. I drive away immediately. 4. July 29th, the next day, I am awarded a temp TRO in OC. 5. 8/09/16 Hemet court hearing. Mario D Garcia commits perjury and is awarded TRO 1 year 6. 08/22/16 OC court awards me TRO 1 year. 7. Multiple 911 calls of a violation. Police knock my door. The accurate number of calls tbd with paperwork, but, later informed by Montes that it was abuse. I am cleared to continued occupying my second place of residence and give care to Lisa and repairs to house. 8. A new 911 call of "screams" coming from inside the house. Fictitious. 9. I have not made one call to911. Made three attempts to contact deputy Moore to file a report about June 8th. No response. 10. 9/26 The first municipal code violation on Lisa's house with her name on it. Then a second. 11. Ana L. Garcia begins to aggressively follow and document with a flash camera in my face. I leave for work. She returns and threatens Lisa to kill her. Ana owns a business "Spunk entertainment", a theater acting type. 12. I sent letter to capt FORD and NBC news . Deputy Montes appears at Lisa's house within the hour. I state this is a HATE crime. Montes rips up the violations. Ignores our claims. Says I can stay at the house. 13. A few nights later, Mario attempts to ram us with his 350 FORD work truck at the foot of my driveway. We escape, phone 911 and I am told he is going to jail, only if I want to go. 14. 9/29 Next morning Montes has a change of heart. 15. Lisa is missing her jewelry box. 16. Since 9/29 I have not been on my street. 17. Montes calls me for the first time. Mario has been surveillance me from his truck he parks at our front door. Makes other outrageous and unknown accusations about me. Montes tells me he is in charge and it is a clean slate from here. Stay away from Kepler street he tells me. Isolating Lisa. Mario is stalking me on YouTube. I have been receiving paychecks since '07 from YouTube. I also published a book and lines from it were it the TRO paperwork. 18. One week later, Lisa receives a call from child services investigator that a YouTube video has John Lober verbally abusing her son outside a school from an anonymous school official. He interviews the kids on Friday. Clears Lober shows a desire to come Tuesday to discuss the neighbor. 19. Tuesday he changes attitude and denies Lisa's concern of further harm. He is grossly negligent. 20. I fax Pete of the real crime. TRO from Hemet obtained under perjury. 21. Lisa has B cells removed during an 8 hour session at Kaiser. 22. Court reporter finally emails me back and wants $51 for the transcripts. 23. Garcia parking a raging parties are a nuisance. Buys a new Audi for wife's birthday. ••••••••••••••••••••••••• A new form of Violence GASLIGHTING. What the fuck is that. (Yawn.) HUMAN NATURE IS TO RATIONALIZE EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS. The Essential ingredient, in the transition, from a PERP of a CRIME, to being, the VICTIM of a CRIME. Enlisting SYMPATHY with manipulation. Gas lighting is a disruptive behavior of a Rational Innocent Victim. GASLIGHTING is a title of a movie, but, does not accurately depict the seriousness of the amount of destruction, nor the Manner in which it is performed and accomplished. It is a DISRUPTOR. It is effective by assuming the others cannot rationalize these events, that are happening to them, and attempt to dismiss them or believe the perpetrators pathetic solicitation for sympathy. The AGGRESSIVE PERPETRATOR(s) use an indirect attack of touch less violence that is perceived to be nothing by authorities. Human nature 101 ensures a large number of sympathizers against the victim(s), who remain confused, until it is usually too late to explain the abnormal events, which are covert operations crimes against them directly, in an indirect manner. Only when others are the victims of this crime, are they truly able to digest and comprehend the level of mental anguish that is occurring in a victims head. An innocent victim, unskilled in immoral methods of predatory tactics solely for MONETARY GAIN AND PROFIT, and does not possess the skills to elaborate articulately, the entire scheme. Only an extreme NARCISSIST and a PROFICIENT LIAR is capable of the absence of Empathy to perform such tasks, or crimes on others. Perhaps a combination of disorders, narvopathic or socionarcopathic. A man. An extreme narcissist with a hint of sociopath. Perhaps an inner gender conflict as well. Who has a man crush on me an mimics my behavior down to my low cut black socks. He is Ex military. Through appeal papers on courts.gov he is Ex Law enforcement narcotics unmarked. Now a pool boy supervisor for KSI, inc. in Santa Ana, CA.. He has a Harley MC with "homies" at least 6 deep from AZ. Possesses 5 car and parties till morning without any sense of responsibilities. Wife has a fly by night "theater" company front, no other real means or accountability for any earnings. She is a Gold-digger, and is the type that uses pussy as currency. They Posses skills that normal civilians do not. Uses skills on targets or the Mark to disrupt and obtain profit. He is a skilled and artful lier. He is willing to take a punch to obtain his ultimate goal. Murder or Profit by proxy of the authorities. He gets a thrill out of it by the smirk he has on his mask. My analysis: There is NO real explanation, that can rationalize, an ability for MG to possess and lead, the image and status driven life he leads. It is all a show and deception. In my life experience, I know what it means for people to "party" till early morning hours. This is a display or show, I could give two cares to involve myself with, mainly because it is pathetic to my character. There is more than meets the eye here. This disruption has brought to the surface, like an iceberg, a taste of the level of corruption that is a reality, not seen by others. It has been forcefully perpetrated upon myself and my family. The long arm of the Law is being manipulated to torture and prowl innocent victims, multiple victims all around, whilst a criminal lucrativeness is be obtain through the AZ M/C element. And possible the house next door on both sides are involved in a bigger "drug" distribution and or theft ring. Mental Abuse on Humans that by nature attempt to rationalize everything. ra•tion•al•ize (răsh′ə-nə-līz′) v. ra•tion•al•ized, ra•tion•al•iz•ing, ra•tion•al•iz•es v.tr. 1. To explain rationally: "Philosophy ... is essentially the endeavor of the human mind to rationalize the universe" (Francis E. Abbot). 2. a. To explain or justify (one's behavior) with incorrect reasons or excuses, often without conscious awareness: răsh′ə-nə-līz′) v. ra•tion•al•ized, ra•tion•al•iz•ing, ra•tion•al•iz•es v.tr. 1. To explain rationally: "Philosophy ... is essentially the endeavor of the human mind to rationalize the universe" (Francis E. Abbot). 2. a. To explain or justify (one's behavior) with incorrect reasons or excuses, often without conscious awareness: rationalized his poor academic performance by claiming the teacher was incompetent. b. To dismiss or minimize the significance of (something) by means of an explanation or excuse: "He could not rationalize the loss of some thirty thousand American lives in an unsuccessful war" (Robert Dallek). •••••••••••••••• The Lying Piece of Paper: Supplemental 10th slice of PIE: He who controls the words, controls the people who use the words. Often, a liar, will twist a statement about the victim to make the victim the perpetrator in the eyes of others. They will give away that they are the one guilty of the accusation . For instance, I am thinking a lot lately about "Tacos." Nine- Juan - Juan... I have a TACO emergency. It's a joke to me and GIZMO. So, if I was asked to describe some event I saw about another guy, by authority, I would say, he was at the food place getting TACOS, probably. I wouldn't know what he was getting exactly, so TACOS are on my mind. RATIONALIZing. When Mario says,"John Lober is a Bully. He possesses skills that others do not, and uses them to Bully." Well, I have been enlightened in many ways of the world as a moderately "Youthful" soul. And, it puts me in the center of the gap between, Good and Evil. It is lonely, only, I am everyday, realizing just how god damn lonely it really is. It has been over 4 months, and what I knew and felt to be true, others are just now coming to understand. I am cagey and clever, as well, to a degree. And because I am NOT incarcerated, because of this OMEGA male, and because I never give up at anything, because of my genetics and amazing parenting, I am about to completely dissect, piece by piece, the entire Machine of CORRUPTION and Crimes of Bullying, polish each one, accurately organize it, BLUEPRINT it in a schematic, and re construct it. Because, it was forced upon me, and, it's what I do. ••••••••••••••• I have concluded, that July 27th, was a meaningful deception. A purposefully perpetrated typographic error, on the part of the wife, ANAL Garcia. I have confirmed that the July 27th is impossible, due to my son being in another state at that time. The exact date will be confirmed to be June 22, or, July 3rd. I have the metadata on my external storage. ••••••••••••••• 1st slice of PIE fresh out of the oven: May 23rd, 2016 11:30am 27185 Kepler st. house has been vacant for 5 months. Driving down a road a long hwy. Pull in the driveway Kepler. The house next door is sealed tight, no more motorcycle rallies like before.(worried that I was taking a pic of them) Trash bins. I open the lid. The other is broken. Inside I see cigarettes butts. -"I don't smoke" I walk the perimeter, I feel as if they have as well, I know they have been inside... no signs of entry... "they are good."(self talk) The tool box is missing.... only. Next day, 2nd slice of pie: after the movers have gone. "Hey, Lisa! Who the Fuck is parking that goddamn surveillance truck in your front yard. Look it has compartments. It's camera' d up."-Lober. "...."-Lisa (rational thinking just took place) 4 months later: 14th slice of pie: "See this surveillance video on my cell phone that Mario illegally shot of John Washing his car in your driveway..." Deputy Montes, Riverside County Sheriff. After I cc an email I sent to NBC news of a Hate CRIME on a Disabled Single Mother of Two. My 15th slice of pie: Then, rips up the 2 municipal code violations that Mario bullied the city in to writing. No one asked if she was disabled or needed assistance, just attacked. And MG was in violation himself "Garcia possesses skills to bully and inflict pain and turmoil on innocent civilians who have no such skills." ••••••••• 10/06/16 Good morning, Deputy Montes. Mario has once again, targeted me, and my children, for harassment in order to hurt John Lober. This is the definition of HATE. Mario came to my house on June 8th, with Willie, to provoke John into an altercation. That being said, again... 10/06/16 9:00am I awoke this morning to a phone call, by a man named Mike, from Child protective services. I returned his call immediately, and left a message. At this moment, I am awaiting his return phone call. I am informing you of this outrageous information, in light of our last conversation. I will leave the detective work up to you, but, I think we can safely assume the origin of this complaint, on a disabled mother of two, who IS without a doubt in my mind, a target of a hate crime by Mario D. Garcia. I am frantic, scared and my pulse is rapid right now, because I have absolutely no idea what could possibly happen to my children. It is scary. This is an atrocity and a terror tactic that can potentially change the course of my life and the serenity of my family, once more. I am trusting that you, and your word as a police officer, that you will take action, finally, and put an end to this harassment by Mario D Garcia. I believe that, once a crime has been observed and reported by the authorities, it must be addressed. The 911 TRO abuse, the multiple municipal election code letters, the attempt to ram us with the work truck, and now this, has laid out a pattern of predictable actions, and actions to come, by Mario D Garcia. John did not have to explain this to me. And, furthermore, I do not believe that you can assume to represent me and my needs, to apply for a restraining order against John, the only man that has done that has done so much for me. The problem is with Mario, making John, and I, the target for his malicious and childish campaign, of pure HATE. Which has been, unsolicited in anyway, by John, or I. 9:20am I just hung up the phone with child protective services. An anonymous report, John "Lorber", is bullying one of my children, and called him an asshole. Apparently, a school official, reported that there is a video link, of John calling my son an asshole. I am attempting to navigate the current waves of change with careful attention so as to adjust my course to a safe destination. There is in fact, a video. The video is benign. I believe Mario poached it from Johns YouTube channel, and reposted it. He then, anonymously called child services, posing as a school administrator, who wished to not give out their identification. We appreciate his insincere concern for my kids safety, and I assure you, I have addressed this, and I have talked to both of them in regards to their family squabbles. This action taken my Mario does violate our agreement, that you discussed with John and I. That I am am NOT included in this situation. It is between John and Mario. Well, this can be proven that Mario D Garcia, did in fact stalk us with Malice. My fear of further malicious acts by Mario D Garcia are now warranted, and, because he has included my children in his campaign, I fear that my children may be harmed and or abducted by Mario D Garcia. This is a man with no conscious and believes that he is above the law, or just plain does not have any care for the repercussions or the consequences may be to anyone. 1. I have never had child services called on me before. 2. Mario has poached and reposted another video of John, recently, along side of his home video, where he assumes and narrates that John "Lorber", (note the mispronunciation of Lober) and I are following him. 3. The anonymous school official, that reported this video to child services, mispronounced Johns last name, precisely the way Mario has in his self shot and narrated video, that is next to the previously poached video of John. It is a unique mispronunciation of his last name, according to John. 4. The new site that this video has been reposted on has an IP address, or metadata attached to it, and can be followed and traced back to its origin. 5. That school the boys are at, was in Milpitas, and not in Murrieta, like it was reported. There is no location information on anything John posts, for exactly this reason, and his protection. 6. We know Mario has made calls of violation of a municipal code about my residence, which I am the name on the deed. Whether it was a violation, or not, he called. It has effected me. 7. John has a restraining on Mario. If, In fact, it is discovered, according to the letter of the law, and or the spirit, that Mario is forensically stalking and reporting this personal information, that is protected under freedom of speech, he must be charged with a crime. Otherwise, any attempt to contain Mario and his aggression has failed. Additionally, John and I are fully prepared to defend and counter, any and all claims against John and or I, and will provide bona fide proof, of Mario D, Garcia, by the use of his own words, in writing on a legal court document, that Mario D. Garcia has committed perjury, and defamed John Lober in an attempt to cause great bodily harm, or at least, have him punished by the courts, without a trial. That is my offering to this situation, in an attempt to be fair to you, Deputy Montes, as a sworn peace officer, in your attempt to protect and serve the community at large. I apologize, again, if I have in anyway, "blown up" your email or been inconsiderate in any way. I want to be clear that, I am not reporting that a video is posted on YouTube or that the content or accusations are true or false. Social services shall decide that, they are investigators and I am confident in the decision they will come too. I am reporting that this is a terror tactic directed at myself and my children in an attempt to hurt or break up my family. And for what? Not why, but what. Thank you for your time, Lisa Traudt *Mike at child services direct phone line 9516006666 •••••••••••••••••• (Insert comments from Blessed Day YouTube channel giving the identity and military credentials in Arizona.) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SeOhZ9PXB6E&feature=share MasterMG decided to repost a copyright protected video. But more importantly is the narrative on the first video and the pronunciation of John Lober's name. Additionally, we can prove how Mario D Garcia came to "actually" discover the identity of John MACHINE Lober, the author, and when. Ana L Garcia is definitely involved in this HATE campaign and it is undeniable. Aggressive Violent and a deadly weapon is used in this altercation with Mario D Garcia. John T Lober has a 1year TRO against Mario D Garcia. Mario did not even show up at the hearing. The fact is, Mario reported me twice. He was guilty of the same violation. HATE makes you blind. Aggressive Surveillance for what reason? Lisa Traudt This could have all been avoided if Dep. Moore would have called back and asked John his side of the bait and bash incident. NO CHARGES were ever filed on the case number. It has become a huge disruption of our lives because it was not properly given the attention every one deserves. (A few weeks later, copyright infringed took down my video fro this site, and he then put up a new video of a truck accident that Mario was at as well. Connection. Jeremy Scarberry, who is former military. (It doesn't matter if she was or was not in violation.... by calling the city to complain about Lisa, is a violation of my TRO. She is protected under that. Mario is not even allowed to whisper her name in Ana's ear. He called 20's. And Montes just rips them up and flings his cape over his shoulder and denies and rationalizes it. States it is not harassment. He is wrong. Then states this has nothing to do with her. He is grossly negligent and clearly a corrupt cop that is sided with Mario. They drink coffee together and watch illegally surveillance tapes of me washing my car. Then shows them to Lisa on his phone.) •••••••••• 10/05/16 To Deputy Montes. I would like to take a minute of your time, to discuss an event, that Lisa and I experienced last Wednesday 10/05/16, exactly 7 days after our phone discussion. I agreed to follow the letter of the law, as per Mr. Garcia's TRO. You stated to me that the Garcia family would lay off, and, that Lisa is NOT included in this "neighbor dispute." None of what I say to you in this letter is to be construed as anything but my fullest respect for law enforcement and authority, it is no way to be taken as to create anxiety, fear or intimidation. It's just my freedom of speech, and way of expressing to you the extreme anxiety, I , am experiencing from Mario and his associations. That being said, you would be correct to assume that I do not fear Mario or his army. I can take care of myself. But, He does scare the hell out of me, though. I can prove to you that he is lying, with every single breath of air that he takes, in writing, on video, and with his spoken word. I have done nothing to Mario, Ana, and, their 14 year old son (I know the age according to TRO). I am being picked on and I have elicited no such action, let alone, such a determined and dedicated campaign of surveillance, of me, the relentless and taxing phone calls to the emergency 9-1-1 system, and, the other bizarre events that have been happening at Lisa Traudt's residence at 27185 Kepler st. In Menifee, ca.. Furthmore, I do not wish to take any action, whether, aggressive or passive, to the Garcias, in anyway. I am a humble guy, a protective guy, and, maybe not the most intelligent, but, I am an experienced guy. I am always looking for the good in everybody, give all of my heart to assist them any way I can to make them better, and I am always there to offer my kindness, no matter the outcome. I have worked together to build many people up to be champions, or achieve, champion status at their own level. I have an innate ability to judge a persons character instantly, within a 99% chance rate, I can rate the ability of athleticism by body type and gait evaluation, and, I can gage the level of bullshit by mainly, believe it or not, by what they do not say. Talking now, about the recent phone call that Lisa received from child services, about a YouTube video, that was my video, and a concern from an anonymous tipster, a school official in Banning, in fact, that I called Lisa's son Jacob an "asshole." I know what your saying. I've already heard the discussion from the other side of the "anonymous" phone caller as well. A fact about YouTube, I have been a partner since '06, I collect revenue from Google Adsense monthly, since '07, and I am not the most savy IT guy in the world, but they are, and they are associates. I assure you, I do you use foul language, I am an adult, and, I assure you, YouTube would never stand for anything such as that, or an atrocious act similar to this accusation, to be posted, for any period of time, on the channel. They are swift and decisive when they deactivate someone that misuses the site. I've seen the videos. Metadata and IP addresses, and all that, will be Lisa's neighbor, or it will not be. But, because of my hard evidence of the history of actions of Mr. Garcia, that are clearly fueled by HATE, without conscious of consequences, just as my reputation of 20 years ago, as a competitive cage fighter, that is 12 feet tall and eats people, (I know. I don't make this up. Someone actually used that as a joke once)is being blown up by my Nemesis, with whatever outrageous accusations he is ,so, eloquently and articulately effortlessly riddling out of his malicious mouth about me, it is safe to say he may have been the perpetrator of forensically analyzing my library of over 1k edited episodes of John Driver and miscellaneous storage of stock footage, all shot, chopped and scored by, with my iPhone 6, then downloaded it in Hi-def, then violated copyright infringement laws by reposting on sept. 29, 16, titles the channel "have a blessed day", then also had a little extra time to create some Spanish dance playlist beats, then a week later... decided to report the video to child services, with all of the exact location and information that is no way in the video, to the department, and by the way , this particular school was in Milpitas, where Jacob and I became best friends for life, because I watched him, for over two weeks, without asking for a penny, until that school was ready to accept him, while Lisa worked long hours at Spectra laboratories for a six month period, and the caller could only state it was banning. The lies will always surface, the harassment will continue, and I will sit here and observe and journal. I recently did some research on events and bizarreness I was sensing, then observing with Lisa's home. One thing recently, is her very sentimental and very closely kept in her private home in which only three individuals now, enter and leave, has come up missing. She even asked me if I may have moved it. I use bad words, I can defend myself, but I am not a thief of a kind woman's sentimental belongings. So, whoever is, would have to be in close proximity, know her location with surveillance , and HATE her fucking guts, or mine, and have a minor enter the home, and ONLY remove that item. She is unsure what really happens. Does not want to make a frivolous call to police, n her mind, so, confusion sets in. I know who calls the police, and heart pumps piss, and wouldn't bat an eye at lying like a sibling to the cops in hopes of destroying a disabled mother of two small children, in a beautiful , and safe as Huntington Beach, Menifee. Yah, far fetched. It's called Gas-Lighting. Her home sat vacant for 6 months. I know how and when Mario actually found out my identity. I know what did, and what was getting ready to go down at her vacant home. And, I know, this for absolutely sure, 100%, that, I had no clue, who Mario D Garcia,43M, was on June 8th, 2016, when he ambushed Lisa and I, and shattered our serenity and complete and utter joy , at 5:20pm. Today, I know just about all I need to know, about everyone involved. I will stay away. And Lisa will remain isolated. And Mario will continue to be aggressive, tactical, and , malicious. Trash, and minors, and trash, and now Child Services. He will eventually achieve his goal. He will perhaps innovate some new improved methods of terrorstalking. And because I was told to stay away, I will be able to journal everything to detail without bias , and gross negligence won't even come up. Thanks for the time, John T. Lober, a concerned boyfriend of Lisa Traudt, oh, I mean, did anyone ever look at the description I wrote on the TRO I have from OC, it says "Wife." John Lober, Author ••••••••••••• 10-05-16 restricted phone call. Deputy Montes calls me direct. (Recording) He is trying to tell me something. I do not hear him. I am a little bit kinda like a mutherfucker that will keep pounding you with dumb ass shit until you break and say it. "I just want to tell you, I mean I talked to, Mario and Lisa, and I am going to be the sole cop in charge of this situation." Montes bullies me with this statement. ( he is gonna be a Barbara Streisand in drag) I reply,"okay."(he did not receive anything foul or aggressive from me because I do not care) We are starting over from square one today. Every deputy in the office has been made aware of that Deputy Montes is the man in charge of this situation from today forward. He does not care what has happened in the past. I do not agree with everything he was saying, but I agreed to comply, and said I am phantom ghost, the cartoon character. I will obey the TRO and will not enter Lisa's home for a period of one year. I am, however, allowed to pick up Lisa at the school around the corner. (That's a set up) Montes stated, that if he has too, he threatened to obtain a TRO on Lisa's behalf, because he stated, " she says , John says." Therefore, she is not qualified to be a witness to Mario and his lying.( he really knows something and is pretending she and the kids are in danger of me) He said I can pick her up at the corner and not be in violation. Mail at that address does not constitute residence. And in his words, he said in Lisa's word, "John does not live there full time."( no shit) He agreed this is ridiculous and wants to take us out for a beer to squash it. I agreed and offered a peace offering.(oh, you fags are drinking buddies? I would piss on either of you two if you were on fire. My urine is more valuable than your suffering) Lisa says that she feels as if Montes does not really know what he is doing.(he knows but he does not know) I recorded the conversation .(he was recording me as well) Montes could not promise that DBAG would NOT file civilly against me. "It is his right to do." He offers this,"I've been charged with a crime, and found not guilty... then sued in a civil case. I was... " click. My phone went dead. I stated that in that cAse, this conversation will be cause for his violation. I am still in possession of a TRO against DBAG in OC.( and I am gonna use it) I conclude that, in this, "new" start, DBAG will devise a new set of tactics with the original goal of getting me in jail, and a civil suit to get a judgement. I will have Pete devour him in that case. He may decide to become passive rather than more aggressive. I doubt that seriously. I warned Lisa to be aware of her surroundings .( he anonymously phone called child services) I think I was just threatened, bullied, and, he was charged with a crime, found not guilty(because he lied), and sued civilly, and lost, just like our connection. Montes can change the rules of engagement at any moment because he looked bad. I was allowed at the house and DBAG was showing him surveillance of me washing my car. It supposedly, was a department joke. Surveillance of a civilian is a crime, fucker. And proves again that he has equipment that he may have been using since may. Today, no explanation, just John you cannot come to Lisa's house ever again or I will arrest you. I suppose for proximity and that's enough for them to operate. That is his solution. He is adamant that Lisa is NOT being harassed and she is NOT in any of this. Then he mentions I hit him. Well guess what. I believe I may get to hit him again. Montes completely dismissed my attempt to file a complaint against Mario and Willie for bringing a gun to his "trash" dispute. John Lober, Author HATE and Satan. Is it better to be loved or feared. Both are equal as long as you are not hated. Hate is a behavior which Remove the limits of conscious rational cognitive reasoning and causes a catabolism within the soul of the subject. The target of hate is usually injured, bewildered, or, just is unaffected in anyway, and may just crack a sarcastic joke when discovered. Satan: I felt your level of hate calling me to this mortal plane; I will violently claim the souls of the bastards who crossed you, but in return, you can never, ever go to Disney World, in this life or the next. To be honest, it really is hard to describe hate in a universal term. Everyone has a different point of view on a definition for hate. Hate is what drives some people, it has taken over their conscience. We know these as serial killers, psycopaths, terrorist, dictators, tyrants, warmongers etc. I do believe there is a big difference between anger and hatred. Anger is mostly caused from a brief period of frustration and you get over it eventually. Hate is sort of like a disease that's take over your mind and body. To behave in a childish, belittling attitude towards something/someone superior to oneself. This is often done when one is jealous of the superior thing/person. Everyone hates something or someone there's no denying that, but don't think about it or you will snap one day. You will want to kill that person because they are crossing the street, and you will not give a shit about the consequences. No conscious. That is where Marios head is at right now. Montes has no clue, or , Mario is an informant, friend, or an epic manipulator, the likes of a heroin addict. H.A.T.E. Highest Anti-Terrorism Effort. An organisation formed to combat terrorism. It is based in the Aeromarine, equally at home in air or underwater. Not much is known, except that the leader is an evil brain-damaged man with silly hair. And they have a flair for ridiculous but effective weapons. Usually associated with War, Jealousy and greed. A lack of understanding and fear. The true motivator of society. Also refers to a very strong feeling of animosity and resentment, often times leading to violence and atrocities. Hitler encouraged his people to hate the Jews. He is often times regarded as a symbol of evil, even the Anti-Christ. But as for Germany, there was never EVER a time in its history when it was more united and PERFECT. The common thin thread that ultimately unites mankind together, beyond the faith in a GOD, and a Samaritan act, is HATE rage. A bundle of rage beyond human imagination. Beyond criticism... The straight forward, non-pussified version of "dislike" for people who don't have time for modern rainbow and unicorns pc bullshit that plagues today society. GoC: 09-22-16 BAD NEWS LISA says… the Main Point of the MS. Bullets Points 09/22/16 The Mario situation HATE-REVENGE-PROFIT Plan A: SelfDefense. Plan B: Killed in jail. Plan C: provoke again. Plan D: direct violence. facts today: #1 A conspiracy to Murder. I can connect Larry Linkogle directly Mario Garcia with how obtained the knowledge of a 9 year old case. Larry lied and produced the case like he did this for Mario. Premeditated. Conspiracy to commit a felony murder. Motive: Hate/ Profit #2. A covert act. Willie presented the gun barrel from the car when Marioi? did not get assaulted excessively, the plan was to use the gun on Lober when he attacked Mario, but, Lober who is a for sure thing according to Larry to Mario, did not ACT OUT. The gun was not used. This implicates Willie as a conspirator to commit murder under hire. This was a HIT on John Lober. The beat filed NO charges. #3. The Motives. Mario is ultimately looking for profit, status and image. Possibly to squat in the Kepler house for illegal activity("you told me that you do not live here. I can do anything I want."), impress his associate death squad homeboy Larry, and possibly cash payment for assisting Larry with revenge. •I tried to apologize to Mario at the moment, his response,"nope. You're going to jail." •Willie had a pistol in his lap. •I found a gps taped to the Focus. •I saw Larry Linkogle at the ARCO 08/19/16. •The 911 system was purposefully exhausted, to the point that, no police officer is going to respond at all, when Lisa really needs the help. Mario called the police 100 times. •He is stalking us. • DAILY • WEEKLY • MONTHLY Someone may be picking on you today and it doesn't seem fair because you haven't done anything to elicit such a critical response. Nevertheless, the perfectionist Virgo Moon in your 7th House of Others is opposing distressed Chiron in your sign, reminding you of a previous failure. Keep in mind that you might be supplying more emotional charge to the situation than actually exists in the current moment. Acknowledge your memory without letting it distort the present. There's no reason to allow the past to ruin the future. Get Your Complete Cosmic Profile •She threatened us and follows me. •surveillance for sometime prior to June 8. •Harassment has increased, in order to jail John, for unknown reason. •His persistence is unprovoked by John. •He is extremely focused, deliberate and persistant, like there is a deadline. •911 to arrest you, lied to an official, and exaggerating John reputation which is 20 years old. •He fabricating actions and setting a precedence in the officers minds and putting their state of mind in a ready to shoot state. I mean who wouldn't. •Then when they realize and talk with John they realize he is not what Mario told them. •Their last resort is violence with murder. GoC: more bullet points MARIOSPRO OUTLINE This home is owned by Lisa Traudt." At 1:40pm the aggressor, John Lober, made degrading comments about her appearance and threatened her. 1:39 Ana storms into the house and immediately begins to retaliate to John Lober, and starts typing the ch-109 for Mario to sign," because John would not engage with her fucking amazing hair and communication skill zzz. Ana made a terroristic threat, using the word, "escalate," which means increase, only leads me to believe, Violence from her." And by the use of a restraining order, and the abuse of the police department.... And she could have just had the roots colored and her anus bleached , and she could have avoided losing her temper. Tisk. "Recently I learned of his identity through Pictures my wife captured." These led to his identity. Ana has been surveillance and tapping the residence for awhile. Over a year. Did you see the size of the camera? Is she a photo journalist for la times? "...did not know his name at the time, but knew of him..." Someone told him of me. "..as I began to speak to her and look down to point at the trash, he punched me in the jaw..." Oh, didn't pick it up like you told the commissioner. Lie "...the aggressor elbowed me in the face. I reacted by socking him. He laffed and stepped on my shades..." I flipped your phone, you threw a punch, I was too quick for your burrito fingers and you missed. You gave up you little bitch. Then I told him to pick up his trash. Then filmed him as he calmly communicated that he was alright and he did not smell alchohol, but that I may be on drugs.... I replied ," I'm on vagina." Now, what would have really happened, if reputations were true character, would be, mario, face down in a puddle of teeth as he gasps trough the clotting Crimson and blows a big blood bubble. It pops and flubbles and deflates and he head drops like a sack of batteries when his fighting spirit and will to live send themselves to Valhalla or the great big tortilla bender in the sky. Or... Atleast his hair would have been messed up or some grass on his shirt or I mean I would have bled just so he wouldn't look like such a cunt and depreciate my value. Now that's defamation. ------ This email message, including any attachments, is intended for the sole viewing and use of the individual or entity to which it is addressed, and may contain confidential and privileged information, which is prohibited from disclosure. Any unauthorized review, use, disclosure, distribution, or the taking of any action in reliance on the information contained in this email, including attachments, is prohibited. If you are not the intended recipient, you are hereby notified that any dissemination or copy of this message, or any attachment, is strictly prohibited. If you have received a copy of this email in error, please notify the sender by reply email immediately, and remove all copies of the original message, including attachments, from your computer.