#braiden wood

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Undrafted Free Agents of 2024

Every season, once the dust settles after cutdowns, I like to survey which teams kept undrafted free agents on their 53-man rosters. ARIZONA

WR Xavier Weaver (Colorado)

ATLANTA

None

BALTIMORE

S Beau Brade (Maryland)

BUFFALO

LB Joe Andreessen (Buffalo)

CB Brandon Codrington (NC Central)

CAROLINA

C Andrew Raym (Oklahoma)

LB Jamie Sheriff (South Alabama)

CB Shemar Bartholomew (Georgia Southern)

CHICAGO

None

CINCINNATI

LB Maema Njongmeta (Wisconsin)

P Ryan Rehkow (BYU)

CLEVELAND

G Javion Cohen (Miami)

DALLAS

TE Brevyn Spann-Ford (Minnesota)

DENVER

RB Blake Watson (Memphis)

OT Frank Crum (Wyoming)

DETROIT

S Loren Strickland (Ball State)

GREEN BAY

K Braydon Narveson (NC State)

HOUSTON

None

INDIANAPOLIS

G Dalton Tucker (Marshall)

JACKSONVILLE

None

KANSAS CITY

RB Carson Steele (UCLA)

OT Ethan Driskell (Marshall)

LAS VEGAS

WR Ramel Keyton (Tennessee)

LB Amari Gainer (North Carolina)

S Thomas Harper (Notre Dame)

LA CHARGERS

None

LA RAMS

RB Cody Schrader (Missouri)

LB Omar Speights (LSU)

S Jaylen McCollough (Tennessee)

CB Josh Wallace (Michigan)

CB Charles Woods (SMU)

MIAMI

C Andrew Meyer (UTEP)

CB Storm Duck (Louisville)

MINNESOTA

DT Taki Taimani (Oregon)

CB Dwight McGlothern (Arkansas)

NEW ENGLAND

LB Curtis Jacobs (Penn State)

S Dell Pettus (Troy)

NEW ORLEANS

WR Mason Tipton (Yale)

TE Dallin Holker (Colorado State)

CB Rico Payton (Pittsburg State)

P Matthew Hayball (Vanderbilt)

NY GIANTS

G Jake Kubas (North Dakota State)

DT Elijah Chatman (SMU)

NY JETS

TE Brenden Bates (Kentucky)

DE Eric Watts (UConn)

DE Braiden McGregor (Michigan)

PHILADELPHIA

None

PITTSBURGH

None

SAN FRANCISCO

None

SEATTLE

C Jalen Sundell (North Dakota State)

CB/PR Dee Williams (Tennessee)

TAMPA BAY

WR Kameron Johnson (Barton College)

CB Tyrek Funderburk (Appalachian State)

TENNESSEE

S Julius Wood (East Carolina)

WASHINGTON

TE Colson Yankoff (UCLA)

S Tyler Owens (Texas Tech)

[ohholyfanfics]

Old Post Masterlist: Part 1

Hey loves, here’s a part one of the old posts I’ve collected over the few years. Mind you these dates back to my high school days, the mass post will stop once we reach 2017. Hope you all enjoyed these as much as I enjoyed writing them for you all! 

Jovani Jara:

Sunrises

This Town

Aaron Carpenter:

Why isn’t that me Part 1

Why isn’t that me Part 2

The Sweet Life

Marry Me

Taylor Caniff:

Beach Day

Cameron Dallas:

I Love You

Envy Isn’t a Pretty Color

But They Like Each Other

Lazy Day

The Tag

Car Rides with Cam Be Like

It was always you

Imagine For Val

Imagine For Lara

Imagine For Monica

Matthew Espinosa:

It’s Alright Baby

Stay

You Can Do Better

Connor Franta:

Better Together

Cause You’re The One

I Shouldn’t Be Missing You

Tronnor Blurb

Carter Reynolds:

I Can’t Imagine a Day I Won't

Nash Grier:

I Love You

Instagram While Dating Nash

Your Relationship With Him

Hayes Grier:

Hayes The Bae

Levi Randall:

Roadtripping

Jack Gilinsky:

Crazy For You

Shawn Mendes:

Perfect

Pillowtalk

So Much Love (lost link)

Fool For You

Paper hearts

Sometimes It ends in love.

Need (lost link)

Jacob Whitesides:

Sunshine

Jon Klaasen:

Her Love

Chris Ganoudis:

One Of You

Conor Maynard:

Just A Little Push

Dylan O'Brian:

Not Like That

Justin Bieber:

Tell Us A Story

Is This The End

I Missed You

Fun In The Sun

Strong For You

Braiden Wood:

One and Only

Family

David Scarzone:

Brunch

Spencer Sutherland:

Blurb

[i-smile-so-i-must-be-fine]

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? neither 

is your room messy or clean? a little messy 

what color are your eyes? change between brown and green

do you like your name? why? not really and never have 

what is your relationship status? engaged

describe your personality in 3 words or less awkward 

what color hair do you have? red

what kind of car do you drive? color? i can’t drive yet 

where do you shop? depends what i’m looking for 

how would you describe your style? casual 

favorite social media account don’t have one 

what size bed do you have? king 

any siblings? 1 brother 

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why? anywhere with my girl 

favorite snapchat filter? i use different ones 

favorite makeup brand(s) don’t wear it 

how many times a week do you shower? 3/4 

favorite tv show? snapped 

shoe size? 7 

how tall are you? 5″3 

sandals or sneakers? sneakers 

do you go to the gym? no 

describe your dream date anything tbh its not about the date its about who you’re with 

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? don’t carry cash 

what color socks are you wearing? black 

how many pillows do you sleep with? 2

do you have a job? what do you do? no i’m in the process of applying 

how many friends do you have? not that many 

whats the worst thing you have ever done? dunno tbh 

whats your favorite candle scent? don’t really like candles 

3 favorite boy names charlie, jay, braiden 

3 favorite girl names amelia, lynsey, grace 

favorite actor? channing tatum 

favorite actress? margot robbie 

who is your celebrity crush? demi lovato/ margot robbie 

favorite movie? don’t really have one 

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? no 

money or brains? brains 

do you have a nickname? what is it? different ones for different people 

how many times have you been to the hospital? quite a few 

top 10 favorite songs

do you take any medications daily? yea 

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) i don’t really know 

what is your biggest fear? being abandoned 

how many kids do you want? one or two more 

whats your go to hair style? its really short so i can’t really style it 

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) medium 

who is your role model? demi lovato 

what was the last compliment you received? that i’m doing well 

what was the last text you sent? i know but you’re doing well 

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? 5/ 6 

what is your dream car? audi 

opinion on smoking? i smoke sooooo 

do you go to college? no 

what is your dream job? mental health support worker 

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? not bothered 

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? depends if they smell nice 

do you have freckles? no 

do you smile for pictures? sometimes 

how many pictures do you have on your phone? 130 

have you ever peed in the woods? no 

do you still watch cartoons? no 

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? never had wendy’s 

Favorite dipping sauce? ketchup 

what do you wear to bed? t-shirt and underwear 

have you ever won a spelling bee? no

what are your hobbies? listening to music 

can you draw? no 

do you play an instrument? no 

what was the last concert you saw? shawn mendes 

tea or coffee? coffee

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? dunkin donuts 

do you want to get married? yea 

what is your crush’s first and last initial? SK 

are you going to change your last name when you get married? we’re going to double up 

what color looks best on you? black 

do you miss anyone right now? yea

do you sleep with your door open or closed? closed 

do you believe in ghosts? kinda 

what is your biggest pet peeve? been left on red 

last person you called` my girl 

favorite ice cream flavor? strawberry 

regular oreos or golden oreos? regular 

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? chocolate 

what shirt are you wearing? black adidas 

what is your phone background? home screen - my girl and our son lock screen - me and my girl 

are you outgoing or shy? shy 

do you like it when people play with your hair? i do 

do you like your neighbors? they’re okay 

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? both 

have you ever been high? yea

have you ever been drunk? yea

last thing you ate? chocolate 

favorite lyrics right now don’t really have any 

summer or winter? summer 

day or night? night 

dark, milk, or white chocolate? milk 

favorite month? september 

what is your zodiac sign virgo 

who was the last person you cried in front of? i’ve not cried infront of anyone for a long time 

[swiftly-on-wheels]

Hey @taylorswift My name is Harym, I’m 23, and have Cerebral Palsy! When I discovered your music 14 years ago, I saw you played guitar and knew instantly that I wanted to play too. There was one problem though, being in a wheelchair, I obviously can’t play the “traditional way” and finding an instructor willing to take on the challenge of finding a way for me to play wasn’t *exactly* the easiest thing to do since traditional instructors automatically assume that I’m incapable of doing what I love because of my physical disability. After emailing people for 6 years and being told no every time, I decided try reaching out to one more person before giving up on my dream of music. Well, that person, Braiden Wood, told me that I’d play guitar “no matter what” and we started Skype lessons that week. After some time, we discovered that playing in an open tuning with the guitar across my lap , using single finger fretting was the best approach. Fast forward 7 years and guitar is my favorite thing ever, I’ve written an EP that I’m in the process of producing now and I just wanted to thank you, because without you, I probably would’ve given up on my dream and never would have thought about turning music into my full time career💕

Lots of love,

Harym❤️

[goalhofer]

2020-21 Green Bay Gamblers Roster

Wingers

#5 Greg Spitznagel (Summit, New Jersey)

#8 Jake Schmaltz (McFarland, Wisconsin) A

#10 Alex Nordstrom (Hancock, Michigan)

#16 Camden Thiesing (Franklin, Tennessee)

#18 Sawyer Scholl (Green Bay, Wisconsin)

#19 Jesse Tucker (Thunder Bay, Ontario) C

#22 John Mittelstadt (Eden Prairie, Minnesota)

#24 Brayden Stannard (Bark River, Michigan)

#26 Ryan Kirwan (DeWitt, New York)

#27 Ryan Greene (Paradise, Newfoundland)

#29 Jackson Kunz (Grand Forks, North Dakota)

#43 Cam VanSickle (Lake Zurich, Illinois)

Centers

#9 Kyler Grundy (Pleasant Prairie, Wisconsin)

#17 Matt DeBoer (Madison, New Jersey)

#20 Mason Lohrei (Baton Rouge, Louisiana) A

#25 Jackson Hallum (Eagan, Minnesota)

#28 Braiden Simmons-Fischer (Detroit, Michigan)

#61 Alexander Servagno (Gibsonia, Pennsylvania)

Defensemen

#4 Jarod Crespo (Easthampton Township, New Jersey)

#7 Michael Ferrandino (Lisle, Illinois)

#11 Xan Gurney (Grosse Ile, Michigan)

#12 Tyler DesRochers (Howell, New Jersey)

#14 Cade Penney (White Rock, British Columbia)

#55 Jake Ratzlaff (Rosemount, Minnesota)

#74 Dylan Abbott (Wasilla, Alaska)

#93 Damien Carfagna (Wood Ridge, New Jersey)

Goalies

#30 Aaron Randazzo (Alexandria, Minnesota)

#33 Ed Baliotti (New Canaan, Connecticut)

#35 Matt Davis (Calgary, Alberta)

[scribeofmorpheus]

Mark of the Wolf Part 11

Catch up here!

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader (Lastname: Markolf)

Words: 2.6k

Warnings: Violence, death and some... rushed action.

A/N: Sorry this update took like a month to churn out, my brain decided to be more creative with other franchises -Oops! Anyway, we’re in the final stretch now guys. Thanks for being patient!

~

Liam paced about in the dark, heart thundering in his chest. Derek's contact was late. This was making him jumpy. He glanced at his watch once, twice, a third time -still nothing. He was about to make a U-turn and head for the church when his keen wolf ears picked up on the sound of a motorcycle growling in the distance. The scent of gasoline and carbon monoxide mixing in with the crisp night air. She was here.

"You’re late," he said sheepishly as Braeden took off her helmet and turned her keys in the ignition. The bright beams turning as dead as a doornail as soon as she dismounted.

"I'm never late," she retorted as she chucked a duffle bag at Liam.

"Jesus," he jumped, eyes wide. "Are you insane?"

Braeden chuckled, her eyes rolling backwards, "Relax, kid. They're inert in that state."

Liam unzipped the bag and examined the blocks of C4, and just as she said, they were inert. He exhaled while she fished a crowbar from her backpack and used it as a lever to lift an old sewer access grate.

"Come with us, and all this chaos can end. Come with us and I'll tell you the truth," Alyster's words swarmed around your brain. It was then that you realised he was inside your head. You tried to shake him out, to scream for him to shut up, but you were motionless, voiceless and completely helpless. "Come with us and you will learn of your importance to the Order... And the fate of the world."

Around you, Derek and Scott and Monroe kept up their fight. The two wolves tried to keep you inside their protective circle as best they could, but it wasn’t an easy task. Your body was still paralysed -unresponsive.

Your ears picked up the sound of an angry growl. Derek pried an arrow out of his arm and snapped it with his teeth, eyes glowing a menacing blue. Scott kept up his fight with the air, the Kitsune besting most of his attacks with ease. Monroe seemed to be struggling the most, her gun was as efficient as using paper planes to break down brick walls. Her efforts were futile, but she persisted.

As strong as they were, you doubted they would be able to make it out alive. Not with the sheer, unbridled might of the Order barring down on them… on you. They may as well have been chew toys shivering in the presence of a wolf's razor-sharp canines. You were all going to die here -enemy, friend, and ally. It was only a matter of time.

You tried to force yourself to swallow the spit that accumulated in the back of your throat, but your body remained unmoving. At least your automatic reflexes were still working. At least you were breathing.

"If I agree to go with you," you spoke in your mind -the place Alyster had intruded without permission. "Will you let them live?"

Alyster's eyes narrowed and it almost looked like his body was levitating towards you slowly, "They are of no consequence to us. All we want is you."

The coppery smell of blood tickled your nose. Someone was bleeding. And it was a lot of blood. But you couldn't tell who.

"Why me?" your voice was shaking like a leaf, even in your own headspace.

Alyster's disconcerting laugh echoed in your cranium, "Because your blood is special. Your lineage is special. You are special."

"Will you kill me?"

He paused, face almost remorseful, "It cannot be avoided, but at least you can die knowing why. All you have to do to stop all this needless fighting is… submit."

Your heart was in your throat, your nerves so fuelled by fear that you shook as though you were freezing to death. Acid and bile climbed out of your stomach and burned at your oesophagus. Temple throbbing.

"I..." your brain was on fire. Alyster's presence -his magic- being warded off like an invasive cancer. Blood streamed from your nose. The wolf inside you felt violated -angry. She was trying to rip him apart from inside you, the result was your own body's defences attacking itself. "I--"

Derek grabbed you by the arm violently, his claws nicking skin. It was then that you noticed the green tendrils hooked around you, luring you closer to Alyster, and further away from Scott and Derek.

"Y/N! What are you doing?" he demanded, nostrils flaring. His face was all bruised and cut up to hell, his shirt covered in blood and dirt. He pulled you back to his side and you felt Alyster's pull over you dissipate into a slight foggy sensation. The green tendrils had receded back into the Oculus. "Stay beside me!" he ordered in an alpha's voice as he held you behind his protective frame.

Scott darted back to your side, lugging a pew at the Kitsune in the process. "She's late," he complained.

"She'll pull through, trust me," Derek replied.

Alyster shook his head in disappointment, an Irish lilt pulling at his consonants. "This could all have been so painless. When this all ends, I want you to know, this could all have been avoided."

Scott groaned, shattering a pew with a powerful stomp and throwing the splinters at Alyster with frightening precision, "Shut up already!"

The archer, Astrid, caught several pieces of debris in mid-air, a prideful smirk filling her features. She was about to advance, claws extended and arrows depleted, when Alyster wrapped a long-clawed hand around her wrist, a yellowish grin pulling his tight skin uncomfortably.

"I'll handle this."

And then he rose his hands, the green tendrils returning, picking up several pieces of debris, rock, wood and dislodging all the bullets that had been embedded inside walls and concrete. You were surrounded by a circular perimeter of suspended weaponry. You felt your skin prickle with goosebumps, the air turning colder than a cadaver.

So this is how it ends? You lamented. Your hand entwining inside Derek's fully clawed hand. He snapped back to look at you as soon as your fingers slipped between the gaps of his. His features turning soft, even though he was half shifted. He squeezed your hand reassuringly, but it didn't feel like a last stand. It felt like he was reassuring you. Then, without warning, the ground shook and gave way beneath you, pulling you, Derek, Scott and Monroe into the darkness of an old, mouldy tunnel. The air was filled with cement dust and the smell of fire and plastique.

Derek steadied your body, keeping you on your feet. Liam winked at all three of you as soon as the dust cleared. “Missed me?” he cocked his head to the side.

A woman in leather with a four clawed slash on her neck was gripping four grenades. "Get down!" she warned as she tossed the four grenades through the new hole, up into the church filling it with angry flames.

Derek shielded you from any would-be dangerous flames.

 "Cutting it a bit close, don't you think?" Derek coughed the smoke out of his lungs as you all walked through the darkness. His hand still holding onto yours so he could be your guide in the dark. Braeden held up a weak torch in the pitch-black tunnel.

"I made it didn't I?" She sounded a little aggressive, like someone with a bone to chew. Derek felt more rigid too. Even his breathing was controlled. They had unresolved issues, it was so obvious the air was swarming with tension.

Derek’s words came out sluggishly, "I… thanks, Braeden."

"Still, you had us worried," Scott sounded winded, his footsteps sloppy.

"When have I never followed through?" Liam retorted and before anyone could try and counteract his argument, he continued: "Actually, don't answer that."

"Who's the girl?" Braeden asked.

"A friend," Derek, Liam and Scott replied instantly.

You heart fluttered slightly.

You noticed that coppery smell was still in the air. In fact, it was more pronounced in the damp surroundings of the tunnel, "Do you guys smell that?"

"The blood?" Derek's voice was nearly lethal.

"Yeah," Scott replied, his voice equally dark.

You shivered.

"She's bleeding out," Braiden said nonchalantly. "Probably won't make it through the night."

"Screw you," Tamora's voice surrounded you.

You tried to look through the dark, but you couldn't see so you just kept going.

Eventually, after what felt like hours of walking, a corona of light bled through a circular manhole overhead. Liam was the first to go up, holding the torch for Braeden and you as the two of you slowly climbed up the rusty ladder. Next was Derek, who hunched over to pull the pale and bloody Tamora out from the tunnel. Last was Scott, whose clothes were drenched in her blood. The smell nearly made you gag, but you simply turned away and took four strong whiffs of the night air.

Car beams turned on abruptly, making you jump back, but then you heard Peter speak out from behind the car's lights.

"Took you guys long enough..." He smirked as he stood in front of the light. "I nearly sent my contact after you."

Stiles was next to appear before the headlights, "You guys won't believe who his contact is."

Derek was frowning and so was Scott, but not Liam. Something told you they already knew who it was.

A young man with a charming face but a disconcerting smirk climbed out of a second car you hadn't seen in the dark, he wore a leather jacket and dark jeans. He practically blended into the night.

"Long time," he said with a hint of dangerous attitude.

"Theo..." Scott greeted him coldly. "You're Peter's contact?"

He leaned his frame against the car's hood, a sarcastic salute sent Scott's way, "Sir, yes sir."

Derek rubbed at the space between his eyes like he was fighting off a headache, "I don't have time for this. I'm exhausted and I'd very much like to leave this place before we get any unwanted attention."

Peter sniffed the air, his face showing nothing but pure disdain, "Why did you bring her here?"

He strode closer towards Monroe, who was slowly succumbing to her wounds on the hard ground.

"I couldn't just leave her there, it was a graveyard by the time Liam got to us," Scott defended his actions. “Besides, whether we want to admit it or not, she was kind of instrumental in us getting away.”

"You should have left her there, it's what she deserves after everything she's done," Peter all but spit at her feet.

"I'm dying, not deaf you asshole," Monroe seethed from the ground, her bark equally as strong as her bite.

Peter kneeled next to her, a scary chuckle leaving his throat, "Indeed you are… dying. My condolences." he laughed.

Derek's nose lifted to the air, "You found Deaton." He stated. "Who's the other guy?"

"Other guy?" Liam asked, his wolf senses not as sharp as Derek's it would seem.

"Oh, yeah, we picked up a stray too," Stiles said, though you wondered if he was joking or being serious.

Scott looked worried, "How's Deaton?"

"Deaton's passed out in the back seat. He's a little banged up, but okay," Stiles reassured him.

A warm sensation filled your belly. It was one of homeliness and safety. You couldn't feel the cool air anymore. Gasping in surprise, you looked up at the tall, dark-haired man that staggered out of the car with an arm bracing his side.

"Markus?" you dashed to his side, opening your arms to wrap your older brother into a hug.

"Easy Champ," he said through gritted teeth, a shaky laugh escaping his lips. "I'm a little banged up too."

"How- Why? Last I heard, Mom said you were with Jonah up at the cabin teaching him how to control his shift?" you asked, your hands frantically brushing against all the bruises and half-healed scars on your brother's face and neck and arms.

"Maggie and Esme are doing that," he turned away from you with guilt in his eyes.

Your bottom lip trembled when you figured out why he looked like you'd just kicked him while he was down. "You went after them… didn't you?"

"I… Yes."

You punched him, hard and he coughed from the impact. "Arrghh!"

"You promised you wouldn't!" You were furious. "How dare you after what happened to Alex? I didn't even know you were missing. Did mom? Did dad? Did anyone?"

"What was I supposed to do? Not try and protect my little sister? Not look after my pack?" he growled.

Your fist pounded on his chest, "Yes!"

Derek pulled you away from your brother when he saw him wince from one of your punches, "Easy," he shushed you while keeping a firm grip on your shoulders. He turned to the rest of the group and said: "Look, we can't stay out here. It's too exposed for my liking.” His green eyes turned down to peer into yours. “Let's get somewhere safe and then you guys can hash things out to your heart's content, okay?"

You bit your tongue, chest heaving from anger. "Okay."

"Okay," Markus agreed before staggering towards Monroe. "I just have one score to settle." He struggled to kneel and Liam gave him a hand. Then Markus’s nails extended into claws and his eyes turned blood red. "This is for all those other werewolves you tortured and killed in that godforsaken basement."

As your brother –your soft, kind-hearted and protective brother– raised his claws for a final slash, you reached forward, trying to stop him. "Wait, Markus! No, don't!"

It was too little too late. Markus’s eyes returned to their natural colour as he wiped the blood from his fingernails.

Monroe's neck was ripped open, arteries spraying outward.

Peter's smirk grew into a satisfied grin. Liam and Scott battled with their emotions while Stiles looked away.

Braeden groaned, but it was hard to tell her position on all this. "You know… I didn't miss you guys. Not one damned bit." she said as she walked towards the car Theo was leaning against. "I'm driving." He didn't protest. He seemed impartial. Like none of this phased him.

You stared in shock as you watched your brother's face get sprayed by a severed vein. Derek shifted your body away from the gruesome scene and you instinctively buried your face in his chest. Warm tears streaming down your face. It was hard to tell what you crying for. Was it for your brother? Yourself? Monroe? You couldn’t tell, but it felt good to lose the tension in your body.

"What now?" Scott asked dryly.

Derek spoke quietly as he smoothed your hair back with calloused fingers, "We lay low."

"That's a temporary solution," Liam argued. "What happens after that? We can't keep scraping by hoping to get lucky. This Order of Sagittarius is relentless. And also unkillable from what we've seen. Frankly, I'm exhausted."

You could hear Markus's long legs stride back to the car over Derek's strong heartbeat. Your face still pressed to his warmth.

"The Homestead," Markus offered, his voice croaky. "You'll be safe there. For a while at least. My sister Esme and our family druid Maggie have been doing research on the hunters you're talking about since the incident. Maybe we can combine our heads and finally figure out how to stop them."

"Road trip it is," Theo's voice sounded out before you heard the car doors open and close. An engine roared to life with a vibrating rumble.

"Come on," Derek ushered you towards a car. "Let's get you home."

During the drive you had fallen asleep cocooned inside the heat of Derek’s embrace, a calm befalling your mind and body as you slept without dreaming.

You were glad you’d been wrong.

You were glad that none of you had died in that church.

Mostly, you were glad Derek was beside you.

Next Chapter>>

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Braiden “Bambi” Green Leaves | 30 | Fixed --> Greater Good

Realm: Enchanted Forest

Occupation: Biotechnologist for the Wildlife Rehabilitation Park

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: Up to player

FC: Brenton Thwaites

He is: Gentle --> Brave --> Protective

But also: Carefree --> Clumsy --> Shy

Based on Bambi from Bambi

OPEN | TAKEN

Wake up, it’s happened! The new prince is born. ||

Born in one of Enchanted Forest’s monarch families made Braiden receive the Prince of the Forest title, not that it meant a lot, for everyone knew that Yen Sid was the great ruler of that realm, even so, he was indeed born on a important family of some sorts. While growing up little Bambi always saw his father protecting the main forest of his realm and do everything he could to make the enviroment a good place to live, with such an important job he had never much time for his little son, but that didn’t matter, Bambi would always have his mother, or at least that´s what he thought. At a young age Bambi lost his mother to a terrible disease, and since then Braiden found himself reconecting to his father. 

Growing up wasn´t hard, for Bambi had a lot of friends to make him company, he would spend his childhood runing and playing around whithin the big forest woods. His father even taught him how to be aware of his surroundings, listening to everything that was going on on his domains. Braiden always loved to be surrounded by the trees and the animals, so learning about his family´s business was a natural thing for the yound lad. 

As the years went by, Braiden started to be the one protecting everything and everyone, because of that, Yen Sid himself went to speak with Bambi and asked him a very important thing: to follow Velkan Chernabog to a whole new realm called Portus Cale and not let him spread his darkness to that new land. Being a gentleman of course Bambi did what he was asked for, he couldn’t imagine that his beloved Faline and his friends would go after him, so now, Bambi needs to find a way to stop Velkan before he succeeds with his evil plan. He settled himself in Portus Cale by working on his favorite place the Wild Life Rehabilitation Park, trying to be undiscovered by the others disguised as a simple biotecnologist.

Everything in the forest has its reasons. ||

Velkan Chernabog  --> Beware of the men! 

Growing up Bambi always heard about the perils of Chernabog family. However he never thought he would be the one who needed to stop their atrocities. Being a gentle soul Bambi doesn’t like confrontations that much, but he’ll do everything he can to sttop Velkan, even if it goes against being gentle to all things. 

Faline Green Thump --> Love is a song that never dies.

These two were always dancing around each other while growing up, everybody knew what would happen when they got older, the thought og the two of them being together has always been a certainty on his mind, nonetheless, he doesn’t want to drag Faline into this mess that’s his life right now, he doesn’t know if he’s strong enough to avert her. 

Theodore “Thumper” Vanserra --> Come on, you can do it!

As long as Bambi can remember Thumper was at his side acting like his best friend. The two young men were inseparable as children, because of that Bambi also got real close with Thumper’s sisters, acting like a big brother to them as well, so of course when Theodore asked if he wanted help Bambi didn’t think twice when he accepted his help. Now the two of them are doing everything they can to return as soon as posible to Enchanted Forest.

Florence “Flower” Archeron --> He can call me flower, I don’t mind.

Florence was always around while Bambi was growing up, so it was natural that the two of them became friends. It was a surprise for him, however to find out that Florence is also in Portus Cale, and that mistery is still something that Bambi is trying to solve. 

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♞ & ☻ for BRAIDEN bitch

♞: caring for the other while ill

“webMD says you have radiation sickness… or pancreas inflammation,” aiden joked, setting the hot tea on her night stand. he watched her face scrunch, assuming her must throat ache too badly to fire back at him. brooke was undoubtedly in the peak of her sickness, her nose rudolph-red with swollen eyes. taking a seat on her bedside, he pushed the hair from her face as the pad of his thumb rubbed a circle against her cheek. “at least you’re still so pretty,” aiden sighed. “it just really sucks that this will probably kill you. snot is not supposed to be that color, you know.”

☻ our muses on their wedding day

after twenty minutes of solid pacing, aiden counted 348 steps from one side of the room to the other. it was a good enough distraction from the idea that he would quite literally be hearing wedding bells in about forty minutes. the idea of his impending marriage to brooke didn’t scare him or cause an ounce of doubt in his mind, but his hands shook and his heart raced at the thought that it may for brooke.

he’d always had the white picket fence in his mind’s eye for himself, the american dream. brooke had always wanted to carve out her own specific path. she could change her mind at the drop of a hat and always had the idea that she could make her own dreams — and she always did. the fact that she allowed aiden to be apart of whatever dreams she had weaved for herself was something he thanked the universe for every day. but just in the recent weeks as the wedding approached ever-closer, the thought that she could be doing this solely for his benefit and comfort made him feel sick. his own selfish introversion made any time he tried to bring it up nearly impossible, but now felt as if he had no real choice.

aiden tried to not think about the negative as he bee lined for the bridal suite, ignoring the calamity that racked around his brain. if not having a marriage or a wife was a sacrifice he had to make for her happiness, was it that big of a deal? obviously not, as he edged closer to the door and gave it two hard knocks. the door cracked and he quickly turned around as he suddenly remembered the superstition. “i know, i know — don’t yell at me yet. i know i’m not supposed to see you or even be here, but we both already know we’ll probably get married and divorced twice just to make the news if we actually do this anyway.” ignoring her questioning, he backed up until he felt the wood of the door frame against his back. moving his hand in the open door way, he reached toward her. “can you hold my clammy hand please?” pausing until he felt her hand in his, aiden let out a deep breath, “i feel like such a loser, sitting in that room all by myself and counting my steps. all i want to do is see you, you know? but you’re in here, putting on a dress that you’re going to make me help you go to the bathroom in, and this is all such a big deal and i know you hate that. you hate that, don’t you?” he heard brooke begin to speak and a lump immediately jumped up to his throat, “just… wait. before you say anything,” he interrupted. “i don’t want you to do this for me — this whole wedding thing. i know that you’re probably doing it for me, and that really sucks to think about.” the male sighed, squeezing her hand tighter as he continued, “i used to want to get married when i was younger because i thought that was just what you do. as much as i talk a big game, i never imagined anything spectacular for my life or myself until i met you. then, after you, i really just wanted to get married so when i was having a shitty day i could look down at the ring on my finger and think of you.” not looking at her was growing harder and harder, as aiden squeezed his eyes tightly shut. “our whole life together has been an uphill battle and i still am not blind to the fact that i don’t deserve a single day with you, not to mention a whole life time. and if there’s even a part of you that doesn’t want to make a commitment like that today, then that’s okay. there’s a huge tax cut for married couples, you know that, right? like, that shit sucks. and i’ll even go outside and tell everyone it’s off. pencil dick will probably be disappointed he couldn’t object during the ceremony, but who gives a fuck? and also, who the fuck invited him?” feeling himself continue on a spiral of digression, aiden let his body fall into a small slump as he now leaned on the doorway for support. “i just love you and that’s all that matters. and if you have any doubt in your mind, any at all, i’m happy with you as long as i’m with you — that’s it.”

[coldnight-dreaming]

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The Long Bedtime Story

Word count: 5,000

Pairings: None

Warnings: None

Fanfic for Supernatural.

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Chapter 1

Loud bar in a small town, that’s where Sam and Dean found themselves. Unwinding after a hunt they couldn’t help over hear a small group of people talk about strange goings on. Turning their attention to them and straining their ears they eavesdropped keeping as inconspicuous as possible.

“It’s really strange,” the one closest to them said. “They never show up this frequently. It’s kind of concerning if you ask me.”

“Nah, relax,” a stocky man on the opposite side of the table dismissed. “Nothing we can’t handle. ‘Sides, we were warned this may happen every now and then.”

“You boys still on that?” A young brunette woman asked striding over with two beers in hand. “Honestly, if it really bothers you we can bring it up when we get back. She’s gonna tell ya to relax and never mind it. They’re just demons, we’re more than qualified to keep them away.” She slid a beer to another young woman sitting at the table before taking a seat. “And we’ve checked around town, it’s fine.”

Dean looked to Sam raising an eyebrow. Sam mirrored the look before they not-so-tactfully made their way over to insert themselves in yet another conversation.

“Hey fellas,” Dean says with a grin. “Ladies,” he winks to the chagrin of the two women present.

“Can I help you?” One of the guys asked annoyed.

“Don’t, mind him,” Sam excused. “He gets nervous in crowds.” The whole table eyed them suspiciously. “I’m Sam, this is my brother Dean. We’re new in town and were just, wondering what kind of interesting things there were about the town.”

The table was silent contemplating how to respond. Finally one of the girls spoke up. “Put them away boys,” she smirked. “I’m Amanda, this is Tom, Braiden, James and Kristen.” The table relaxed a little, their hands still on their side arms. “Didn’t anyone tell you eavesdropping is rude?”

“We weren’t —“ Sam began.

“Save it,” Kristen interrupted. “You’re not exactly subtle.”

James continues to eye them. “Seeing as you don’t seem the least bit concerned with the topic at hand, I take it you’re hunters?”

“Or at the very least traveling exorcists,” Braiden chuckled.

“Nah, too cute and too good looking to be any kind of priest,” Kristen disagrees. Dean smirks glancing at Sam and then back to Kristen. Tom greets him with an ice cold stare causing Dean to clear his throat and avert his gaze. Sam smirked in amusement at the discomfort. “Yeah, we’re hunters,” he confirmed. “Look, we don’t mean to overstep, but if you need help we’re pretty good at the whole demon thing.”

They all looked at each other for a moment. “Yeah, why not?” James says with a smile. “We’re just about to head home. Why don’t you come along? I’m sure the matriarch would love to meet you.”

“Sounds great,” Dean says eagerly. Sam rolls his eyes as the group stands leaving their money on the table and putting their empty bottles together in a group. After saying farewell they exit and head out into the growing night to their cars. “Nice ride,” Amanda comments as they pass the impala. Dean grins, “Thanks, she’s a smooth ride too.” Amanda giggles continuing to walk.

“She’s 19 and bites,” Braiden warns walking by him with a smirk. Dean raises an eyebrow looking at Amanda again as she climbs into a jeep with Tom. Braiden, Kristen and James pile into a beat up truck as Sam and Dean load into the impala and follow behind.

A short ways away from town they come across a well wooded property with a large victorian style house set far back at the end of a long driveway. Glancing around Sam noticed a few other houses dotting the property and a fairly good sized farm. Pulling up to a car park, a short distance downhill, the group found their spots among the several other vehicles before heading up to the main house.

The porch light was on and a few windows on the main floor had a soft inviting glow, Dean almost didn’t hear the footsteps coming up behind them. Instinctively Dean whipped around, hand on his pistol, to confront the pursuers. He was surprised to find a group of 9 kids ranging in age from what looked like 6 to 13 all in jean or leather jackets and tee shirts.

“Got cha!!” One of them exclaimed triumphantly. The other kids giggled in unison as a very tired chaperone trudged behind them. “How..... many times..... must I say...... no running in....... groups!” He placed his hands on his knees and stood panting for a few minutes before standing up straight again. “Running in groups makes you a very obvious target. You’ll scare off whatever it is you’re hunting doing that.” He froze stiffening his back, Dean peeking around to see a girl of about 11 holding a knife to his back. “Obvious distraction, makes a surprise attack a lot easier.”

All the kids turn and point their weapons at the chaperone giggling. He sighed rolling his eyes. “Alright, alright, that was smart. Dumb, but smart. Just remember that sort of a tactic gets significantly harder if what you’re hunting is smart, especially if you’re in a small group. Alright?” A chorus of agreement arose as they all relaxed their weapons.

“Night training going well?” Amanda asked amused.

“Man, I wasn’t supposed to be on babysitter duty,” the man said annoyed. “I teach lore and history. I’m not the physical exertion type.” He pouted before sighing. “But yeah, they’re sharp. Managed to finish early even.”

“Impressive,” Amanda commends before looking over at the group and tilting her head. “Alright, that’s a wrap. Lets get you inside.” The kids cheer before filing toward the house, murmurs and chatter filling the once quiet air.

“What is this, a home for hunters-in-training?” Dean asked watching the procession.

“Not exactly, least not completely,” Kristen said pulling Tom along with her. “All the kids get basic self defense training, learn signs to be wary of, what to do if they find themselves in a worst case scenario. Some continue on to become hunters, others find researching lore more appealing or spell work being their thing. A lot of the time though? They come back to help out, take care of the place, teach the next generation. Things like that.”

“Not everyone though,” Tom added. “There’s a small handful that move out and away to do things other than hunt and magic. Pretty sure one little dude wound up working for NASA. I think his acceptance letter is framed somewhere inside.”

“That’s not including the ones who stay for a little.” The 11 year old said stopping on the porch. “We get a lot of kids and some grown ups that just stay for a night or two before heading out again. Mom doesn’t like leaving people on the street if she can help it.”

“Mom?” Sam asks.

“Yeah, though, she usually likes to go by Auntie. Most of the grown ups do actually.”

“You guys coming inside or what?” Braiden asks from the door.

“Uh yeah,” Dean says rousing from his stupor. “Got a magical menagerie here, takes a bit of getting used to.”

The last of the group make their way into a spacious foyer, what looks like a greeting desk to the right, an office behind it, and a large living area to the left. The far left wall had a large staircase leading up to a second floor balcony and numerous doors. The far wall in front of them had a doorway going further into the house and who knows what other room. The boys gaped at the architecture as the kids dispersed, some going upstairs and others into yet another side room.

“Staring with your mouths open is great way to catch flies,” a young african american woman came out of the room behind the desk. “I’m Lanai, and I don’t think I’ve seen you round here before.”

“They’re hunters passing through, heard about the demons and decided to come with us.” Tom said leaning against the counter. “Sam, Dean.”

Lanai raises an eyebrow. “*The* Sam and Dean?”

“You know who we are?” Dean asked.

“You know them?” Kristen asks from a nearby couch.

“Of course, Olivia speaks highly of them. Remember? Her hunter friends with a wayward angel who always seem to get in the worst trouble?” She smiles. “Was wondering when you’d wander over yonder.”

“Wait, Olivia?” Sam says surprised.

“Oh shit, that’s them?” Kristen says sitting upright. “Damn, you guys are legends.”

“That good or bad?” Dean asks.

“Mostly good. Though, we are aware you have some dirty laundry.” She smirks.

“So, where is Olivia?” Tom asks.

“Out, doing her rounds,” Lanai replies putting a few books away. “Should be back in a few. She never misses bedtime. As for me, I’m heading to bed. You guys are good to lock up right?”

“Wh-wha, wait, n—“ Braiden stammered.

“Great, night!” She waves and makes her way up the stairs with a smile. Shortly after she disappeared around the corner at the top, a flurry of feathers was heard causing Sam and Dean to turn and face the front door.

A young woman with rusty red hair looking to be about mid 20’s smiled wide at her surprise guests. “Sam! Dean!” She ran over and gave them both a tight hug. “What brings you way out here?”

“Finished a job near by, heard demons fancied this area and decided to check things out.” Dean said.

“So you eavesdropped?” She asked raising an eyebrow.

“Really very obviously too,” Amanda added.

The woman snickered patting his head. “You’re smooth Dean, I’ll give you that. But, your subtlety needs some work. And eavesdropping is rude man.”

“You think I’m smooth?” He asked raising an eyebrow.

She rolled her eyes. “To an extent.”

Sam chuckled in the background. “It’s good to see you again, Olivia.”

“Same to you,” she smiled warmly. “So, how long were you thinking of staying?”

“Figured we’d stick around for a few days, see what we can help with.” Sam answered. “That is if it isn’t putting you out.”

“No no, that’s fine! I should have a room or two open you can use,” she said pondering. “We haven’t been at max capacity in a while so, most we should have to do would be freshen them up a bit. Vacuum, dust, maybe changed the sheets....”

“We’re used to motels in the not greatest of places. I’m sure your rooms are fine.” Dean assured.

“Hmm, alright. I guess you have a point. Let me go see what I have for you boys.” She smiles one last time before heading up the stairs. Sam and Dean sit on the living room’s furniture and settle in until she gets back. Amanda eyes them from a near by chair for a moment before speaking up. “So, you know her?”

“Uh, yeah, we do,” Sam responds. “She appeared around the time.... uh..... when Lucifer got out.”

“Yeah, makes sense,” Kristen muses. “That was around the time she didn’t stick around much. Least, more than usual. She never really left the house or the property for that matter unless one of the former residents needed her. She was always hands on, pretty good teacher too.”

“What does an archangel teach anyway?” Dean asked.

“Enochian for language and magic, exorcisms, runecraft, and help with combat practice,” Olivia says from the banister. They all turn to face her jumping a bit in surprise. “I’m even know to do a little history lessons. Managed to find you two rooms, one across the hall from the other. C’mon, I’ll help you settle in.”

“Then in that case, I’m heading home,” Kristen says standing with a stretch. “Curiosity has been satisfied, and I’m freakin tired. See you tomorrow.” She waves taking Tom with her. Braiden moves to follow when Amanda stops him. “Can Braiden stay the night?” She asks.

Olivia raises an eyebrow crossing her arms and puts on her best ‘mom face’. Amanda clasps her fingers together pleadingly. “You know the rules, miss.” Olivia says sternly before smiling. “Behave, alright?” Amanda smiles and jumps up. “I promise!” She grabs Braiden’s hand and runs up the stairs giving Olivia a quick hug before heading to her room.

“You really think they’ll behave?” Dean asks.

“No,” Olivia admits. “But I trust them to at least be safe.” The boys shrug and nod in agreement before grabbing their bags and following her up the stairs. “Breakfast is at 8 am, and it’s a school night so the kids will head off at around 8:30. Morning chores usually start at 7, you are welcome to help out but don’t feel obligated to. 9 o’clock starts our childcare services so it’ll be a little loud. I don’t think anyone has any appointments for help finding employment so, other than routine house chores should be relatively quiet until the kids get home at 3.”

“Wow,” Sam says impressed. “You sure are busy throughout the day.”

Olivia smiles. “It’s not so bad, after 50 years of practice the routines are second nature. Plus, not like I’m doing it on my own. Everyone helps out where they’re able.”

“You’ve been doing this for 50 years?”

“Hobby of mine turned passion project,” she smiled. “I’ve spent a long time earthbound. As the years went by, things steadily got worse and people found it harder and harder to get by. I saw a way to help ease concerns, even just a little bit, and decided to do something about it. I’ve poured, well, what could be considered a soul, into this.” She stared off thoughtfully with a soft smile. “May not have changed the world, but it made a world of a difference to whoever found their way here.”

“You’re probably the nicest angel we’ve come across,” Dean observed.

Olivia cringes a little. “Yeah well, pretty sure I’m one of the very few who have lived among humans for long enough to want to help. They didn’t really like the decree to hold humans in high esteem.”

“Who knew,” he responded somewhat bitterly.

Olivia clears her throat. “Believe it or not they’ve actually mellowed out from when I knew them more..... intimately.”

“Oh, well, think they need to work on that a little more. Bedside manner still needs some improvement.”

‘I’ll be sure to let them know,” Olivia smirks. “Alright, I’ll let you guys sleep. Pay no mind to footsteps you may hear, just me walking around.” She turns to face them half way out the door. “They house is well warded against everything, right down to the frame work. Rest easy.” She smiles warmly again as they wave goodnight.

“Place feels just as safe as the bunker,” Sam comments preparing his bed. Dean looks around his room and nods in agreement. “Kinda reminds me of a more successful and better balanced version of what Victor tried to do, y’know?”

“Yeah, now that you mention it.” Sam pauses. “Look, I know we trust her and all but, maybe.”

“We should stick around just in case?” Dean finishes. Sam nods. “Well, you heard them in the bar. No shortage of demonic problems going on so may as well. I’m sure they won’t mind.” After a bit of silent unpacking and settling in they say goodnight to each other and close their doors.

❧

Small feet running outside their door woke them the next morning. Checking the clock, Dean groans rolling over trying to ignore the noise. 6:10, much earlier than the promised wake up time of 7. After staring at the ceiling for a few minutes silently yelling to himself, he gets up groggily shuffling to the door. He swings it open in time to see Sam emerge from his room and inspect the hall as well. They just noticed a small child hurry around a corner and heard them stomp down they stairs when the gentle waft of breakfast drifted by. ‘Bacon,’ Dean’s brain registered as he started shuffling quickly toward the staircase with an eager smile, Sam quickly following suit having smelled toast and sausages.

Following a small procession of children into a large dining hall like room, they could hear chatter and singing. Some of the kids joined in, others would try to change the song. Dean didn’t care, he wanted his bacon.

“I smell bacon,” he said to no one in particular. “Where do I find it?”

“We have to finish setting the tables first,” a small child said setting out some silverware. “Auntie ‘Livia, Auntie Amanda and Auntie Lanai are cookin in the kitchen. Uncle Braiden is lookin for some strawberries and raspberries.” Dean looked around and saw a few other kids setting out napkins, plates, cups and even some place mats at the 4 very long solid oak dining tables. “This place looks like friggn Hogwarts,” he observed.

“Here,” another child said handing him a wash cloth. “You guys can wash some of the tables down,” he said handing Sam a bucket of warm soapy water. “Someone had late night snack so we need t’wash ‘em down.”

Sam paused before taking the bucket. “Sure, we’ll be happy to. Right Dean?” He glanced over at dean who was staring at the cloth. “Uh, yeah. It’s the least we could do.” He smiled. The child smiled back before returning to washing his section of table. “I didn’t sign up for chores,” Dean whispered grumpily when they were a few steps away.

“Dean, it’s really not that bad,” Sam said as Dean began angrily washing. “Not like they’re asking us to do anything absurd. And we get breakfast out of it.”

“Yeah, that’s true.” Dean muttered.

Braiden and two teens come in a few minutes later with some berries, milk and biscuit mix disappearing into the kitchen. Hooked on a Feeling was being belted out with some of the kids dancing near the door completely distracted from their breakfast chores. Braiden comes out shortly after with the teens and various juices as they begin to fill the cups on the tables. The rest of the house files in and takes their seats, Sam and Dean following suit after they finish washing the table. They head into the kitchen to dump the now cold murky water into a sink and find the three cooks dancing along to the song. Olivia smiled wide when she saw them. “Almost done, go ahead and find a seat.”

Dean mirrored her wide smile and hurried to find a seat, Sam rolled his eyes and followed to a near by table sitting across from his brother. Olivia and Lanai giggled seeing them leave with anticipated excitement before gathering large plates of food and bringing them out. One by one they filled the plates with what was requested, some had waffles and bacon, others had pancakes and eggs, each plate a unique combination of breakfast classics. “A little to start,” Olivia said serving the brothers, “and once you’re done, you may have seconds. Provided there’s anything left.” She smiled as Dean looked around concerned, it had been so long since he had good home-cooked bacon and he wasn’t about to miss out.

Olivia watched as all the mouths happily chowed down and chatted to each other with a smile. She found it amusing how Dean got up three times for more bacon taking it as a compliment before announcing the time and ushering the kids out to finish getting ready for school. 8:30 sharp they all left, Olivia and three others carting them off in well worn mom vans.

Shortly before 9, a knock was heard at the door, Dean answered and saw a young woman with a toddler standing here a little frazzled. “Hello?”

“Hi,” she said with a stressed smile. “You new here? I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”

“Uh yeah,” Dean stuttered. “Yeah, I just got here last night. I’m Dean. Here, let me help you with that,” he said taking the heavy bag she brought.

“Oh, thanks!” she said handing it off. “I’m Brenna by the way.”

“Nice to meet you,” Dean said escorting her inside. Lanai walks in just as Dean puts the bags down by the desk. “Hey Brenna, let me take him for you,” she said taking the toddler from her.

“Ah, thanks! He just had breakfast so he should be fine until lunch. I’ll be home late today, sorry.”

“No, don’t be sorry. We’ll see you when we see you, alright?”

“Ok. Again, thank you so much.” She smiled before turning and hurrying out. Lanai smiled at the toddler preparing for more to come by as Dean watched the woman leave.

Two more toddlers and a boy of about 6 showed up shortly after that and the house was loud well into the evening. Apart from the occasional yard work needing to be done, many of the adults left in the house were keeping it orderly or tending to the garden outside while Olivia made frequent trips out to other parts of the country to help her grown wards with whatever they may need.

Sam joined in with the gardening and yard work while Dean stayed inside. He jumped at the opportunity to clean and keep up the weapons kept in the basement. It was more than a basement, resembling an arena with a separate armory type room and kept everything from blades to guns and even magical artifacts and weapons. That’s where Sam found him along with most of the older teens when dinner was ready. “Hey,” he said entering the armory. “Olivia sent me down here to get you for dinner.”

“Dinner already?” Dean asked surprised. “What time is it?”

“6 pm,” Sam answered.

Dean and the teens blinked in disbelief before checking their own watches. “Wha—“

“Yeah, you’ve been down here all day. They’re just finishing up so put whatever you’re working in away and come up.” Sam tapped the door frame and turned to leave. “Oh, and Olivia wants you to make sure you wash your hands.”

“Ok dad,” Dean dismisses reassembling the rifle in front of him. The teens snickered doing the same with their pistols.

“Seriously,” Sam said. “Some of the stuff down here produces ‘supernatural particles’ that don’t exactly react well if ingested.” Dean looked at him with a raised eyebrow slightly concerned. “And she trusts kids coming down here?”

“Young adults and up, provided they prove they can adhere to the rules,” one teen explained. “Seriously, one kid forgot one time too many and got really sick. If it were not for Olivia supervising he would have been screwed.” Dean stares at him in disbelief, Sam doing the same flicking his eyes between the group. “So yeah, wash your hands.” He pats Dean’s shoulder before leaving the room again. Dean stares off into space for a moment before finishing up and heading out for Dinner.

“So,” Dean trailed off. “Supernatural particles? Really?” One teen, a young man of about 15, smirked with a chuckle. “We couldn’t come up with a better name. Basically, it’s the side effects of touching the magical weapons and casting certain spells. Some ingredients too if not handled proper.” he explained thoroughly scrubbing his hands. “She’s got a charm to make sure nothing really leaves the room, but I guess anything left on skin can make it through.” Dean paused thoughtfully before scrubbing his own hands and joining the rest of the family for dinner.

Homemade fried chicken, peas, mashed potatoes, pork chops, corn, green beans, rice, and bread stuffing were served that night. The dining hall was alive with chatter and Olivia watched happily as everyone ate.

8 pm rolled around much faster than most of the young kids may have liked, their evening play time never seeming to last long enough, and the call for bedtime routines to start rang out. Disappointed groans and a few pleading whines gave way to compliance as each young child marched off to their rooms, then most of the teens followed after helping clean up. Any remaining teens geared up for their shifts to patrol the property to make sure the sigils were in tact and no monsters or demons were posted up. Any child who were going on night hunter training left the house with their chaperone at 9:30 leaving the house nearly silent once again as the handful of adults finished locking up for the night.

Sam and Olivia sat at one of the tables and chatted as Dean struck out with Lanai while she finished closing the main desk. Making her way in chuckling dismissively, Dean trailing behind making one last attempt at flirting, she takes a seat next to Olivia. “Not going home?” She asked.

“No, not right away,” Lanai answered with a sigh. “Been a while since I’ve hung out with you. Kinda miss it.”

“Aww, I feel special,” Olivia cooed.

Lanai rolled her eyes playfully pushing her with a laugh. Shortly afterward one of the kids make their way down the stairs again rubbing their eye. “Jacob?” Olivia asks turning to face the boy. “What are you doing up?”

“Hmm, can’t sleep,” he said tiredly. “Can I sit with you guys?”

Olivia looks suspiciously at him for a moment before beckoning him over. “Sure, sit right here,” she pats the seat next to her. He shuffled over and plops down into the seat and rests his elbows on the table. “Hey,” he said nodding to the Winchesters. “Sup,” Dean responded with a nod back. “Mom, could you make me some ramen?” He asked turning to Olivia.

“You just ate not even two hours ago,” she retorts.

“Yeah, but you make really good ramen and it might help me sleep.” Olivia eyes him suspiciously again before giving in without much fuss. “Alright, alright. I should have enough fixings for a small portion,” she said standing. “I think I have some chicken stock, that ok?” She asked making her way to the kitchen.

“Yeah, that’s good,” Jacob said watching her leave. “Could you put those spiral thingies in it too?”

“Surimi?” Olivia asked accidentally banging a pan. “I don’t think I have any left. I’ve been meaning to get some herbs and things, I’ll put that on the list just in case.” She poked around the fridge looking for ingredients.

“It’s fine if we don’t have them, chives and veggies are ok too.” As Olivia begins to cook and hum, Jacob turns his attention to Sam and Dean. His face becomes serious and his eyes loosing any semblance of tired haze. “So what are you doing here really?” he asks narrowing his gaze.

Taken aback, they both stutter glancing at each other and then back to the boy. “Jacob!” Lanai scolds trying to keep her voice down. “What? You really think they showed up here by chance?”

“That is not—“ she started scolding again.

“Look, we didn’t intend to find this place,” Sam cut in attempting to diffuse the situation. “But she did invite us over a while ago.”

“We were never able to get a chance to go looking for it,” Dean added. “We always had a case or something more urgent come up. Honestly, we didn’t even realize this was the town she mentioned until we heard her.”

Jacob held his intense gaze before relenting. “Alright, you’re cool I guess.” he finally determined with a shrug. “But I’ll kick your ass if you try anything, alright?”

Dean chuckled. “Yeah, ok.” Sam and Lanai chucked too before Olivia reappeared with a piping hot bowl of homemade ramen a few minutes later. “I managed to find a few of your surimi,” she said with a smile. “I’ll be sure to pick up more ingredients to make them next time we go into town.” She placed it in front of the boy along with a pair of chopsticks. “There’s also mushrooms, carrots, parsley, chives, cabbage, some spices and the last of the rice noodles.”

Jacob smiles wide. “Thanks, looks great.” Olivia pats his head and returns to her seat. “So mom,” Jacob said slurping up a few noodles. “I’ve been thinking, you never really talk about what you did ‘before’.”

Olivia cocked an eyebrow. “Well, before includes an awful lot. It would take quite a long time to get through it all. Now, what prompted that?”

He shrugged. “Just curiosity I guess. No time like the present to start,” he replied nonchalantly gulping down a mouthful of soup. Olivia stared at him thoughtfully, pursing her lips to one side. Lanai started scolding him again before she stopped her. “Alright, you have a point,” she said finally. Jacob stopped his slurping to stare at her, Lanai mirroring his look, and even Sam and Dean raised eyebrows at this. “Wait, really?” Jacob asked wiping his mouth.

“Sure, why not. Might get you to sleep even,” she smirked. He smiled back shimmying in his seat to get comfortable to listen.

“So, wait,” Sam began. “What exactly does that mean?”

“Means what it means,” Olivia replied.

“So before means....?” Dean pressed.

“Everything, from as far back as I remember. Barring the really boring uneventful things.”

“So then, that includes....” Lanai alluded with a hint of excitement.

“Yes, Heaven and all,” Olivia confirmed. The trio of adults smile with intrigue completely ready to stay up all night. “I guess I’ll call it, ‘The Long Bedtime Story’. Now, I suppose I should start from the very beginning...”

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I apologize for any typos I may have missed. Also any word salad, I tend to get carried away with descriptions. Hope y’all enjoy!! 🥔

[kaitlinlexiexx]

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? spotify

is your room messy or clean? clean

what color are your eyes? hazel

do you like your name? why? no it’s too common

what is your relationship status? single

describe your personality in 3 words or less: funny, caring and kind

what color hair do you have? red but naturally brown

what kind of car do you drive? color? none

where do you shop? Hot Topic

how would you describe your style? emo, edgy

favorite social media account: instagram

what size bed do you have? queen

any siblings? two sisters

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why? NYC and because there’s a lot to do

favorite snapchat filter? none

favorite makeup brand(s): none

how many times a week do you shower? everyday

favorite tv show? The Walking Dead, Stranger Things, Friends

shoe size? 7

how tall are you? 5”2

sandals or sneakers? sneakers

do you go to the gym? no

describe your dream date: kind, funny and smart

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? none lmao

what color socks are you wearing? grey and black

how many pillows do you sleep with? one

do you have a job? what do you do? yes at a bakery

how many friends do you have? close friends, 4

whats the worst thing you have ever done? idk

whats your favorite candle scent? vanilla

3 favorite boy names: Braiden, Justin

3 favorite girl names: Scarlet, Jane

favorite actor? Chandler Riggs, Finn Wolfhard, James Franco

favorite actress? Millie Bobby Brown, Margot Robbie

who is your celebrity crush? Chandler Riggs

favorite movie? Suicide Squad, Why Him, IT (2017)

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? yes, The Fault In Our Stars

money or brains? both

do you have a nickname? what is it? Kait and i hate it

how many times have you been to the hospital? idk

top 10 favorite songs: Don’t Worry Be Happy/Winter Wonderland, Havana, How Long, Wolves, Tell Me You Love Me, Hallaujah, Sign Of The Times, Rock You Like A Hurricane, Should I Stay Or Should I Go, Walkin In Hawkins, Every Breath You Take

do you take any medications daily? yes

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) oily

what is your biggest fear? clowns

how many kids do you want? one or two

whats your go to hair style? up or down

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) small

who is your role model? Margot Robbie, Chandler Riggs, Ariana Grande

what was the last compliment you received? someone said they liked my hair color

what was the last text you sent? what’s up

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? 10

what is your dream car? idk

opinion on smoking? don’t like it, i have asthma

do you go to college? no

what is your dream job? vet tech

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? suburbs

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? sometimes lol

do you have freckles? no

do you smile for pictures? yes

how many pictures do you have on your phone? 251

have you ever peed in the woods? no

do you still watch cartoons? sometimes

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? neither

Favorite dipping sauce? chick fil a sauce lmao

what do you wear to bed? a tee shirt and shorts usually

have you ever won a spelling bee? no

what are your hobbies? singing, reading, cosplaying, writing

can you draw? no not at all

do you play an instrument? no but i used to

what was the last concert you saw? Pentatonix

tea or coffee? coffee

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? starbucks

do you want to get married? yes eventually

what is your crush’s first and last initial? i don’t have a crush

are you going to change your last name when you get married? yes

what color looks best on you? black lmao

do you miss anyone right now? yes

do you sleep with your door open or closed?closed who sleeps with the door open lmao

do you believe in ghosts? no

what is your biggest pet peeve? slow walkers

last person you called: my mom

favorite ice cream flavor? vanilla

regular oreos or golden oreos? none

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? none

what shirt are you wearing? i’m wearing a tank top and a hoodie

what is your phone background? my lockscreen is me and Chandler Riggs when i met at Walker Stalker Con and my home screen is my autograph from Chandler

are you outgoing or shy? shy

do you like it when people play with your hair? no

do you like your neighbors? no

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? both

have you ever been high? no

have you ever been drunk? no

last thing you ate? crackers

favorite lyrics right now: idk

summer or winter? winter

day or night? night

dark, milk, or white chocolate? dark

favorite month? October and December

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About this project

CatchTheChase was formed by brother and sister Rachel Kieran and Daniel Braiden back in 2007 in Cleveland. Since then, Danny now resides in Nashville while Rachel travels back and forth between the two. 

In order to form a partnership with Dave Moody of Lamon Records in Nashville, we have decided to do a Kickstarter to help with funds needed for the initial start of our brand new EP titled, “Defend The Woods”.         Defend The Woods is very much inspired by Cleveland, having been named “The Forest City” in the early 1860’s–but also is largely inspired by The Cleveland Iron Maidens WRFC.

Danny and I very much appreciate all of the love and support we have received throughout the years and are more determined than ever to finally make the jump into putting all of our time and energy into this–all the while repping the CLE and trying our very hardest to make all of you at home proud.

Risks and challenges

The biggest risk is not obtaining the funds necessary to build out the 50/50 deal. This type of deal is better long term as the partnership gives each party 50% of all revenue generated, as opposed to a typical 360 deal where the artist would only receive 15% at most.

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