#but i was like his dad and grandma seem like kind people why is this boy like this????

[priapussdick]

i love to see how kang actually can be a really kind and sweet person. we don't know his whole story yet, but now it is clear that he indeed has been raised right and deep down he is so different than he seems. just as i thought he just had a severe case of stupid teenage boy syndrome. that was it.

[gguk-n]

Chapter 1- The Arrangement

Arranged For Love (Carlos Sainz Jr x Reader)

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Summary- Everything seemed to be going well for Y/N until it doesn't. Will this life altering event bring her closer to her family. Will this life altering event introduce her to Carlos?

The reader is Y/N, other than that everyone has a name

Y/N was majoring in Business; just like her grandma, Anika Baker had wanted. "You're smart, you're rational and the best of all you're kind" she would tell her grand daughter growing up. That's why she was currently studying to maybe take over her family business when she grew up.

She grew up in a matriarchy, where after the untimely death of her grandfather; her grandmother took the lead and brought the company to where it is now. Eventually, she did step back and let her son, Ivan and daughter-in-law, Rose Aguirre handle it. That was when Y/N was born. The first born of their family, she was so pampered; she got whatever she wanted. She had her dad wrapped around her little pudgy finger.

So, when her parents were away, their grandmother raised her and her siblings. She fed them, helped them with their homework and best of all, told them stories of kings and dragons. Y/N would sit intently while her grandmother would massage her feet after a tiring day at school or give her a head massage when it ached. Y/N would always love spending time with her, one way or another.

Y/N was off too college as soon as she turned 18. She finally got to be back home after 2 years for longer than a few weeks; the reason wasn't something to be happy about since a virus had spread across the world and was killing people at an alarming rate. Which meant school, colleges, offices had all shut down and were working from home. When she hugged her grandma for the first time in 6 months; "You've gotten thinner since the last time I saw you" she squinted her eyes at her grandma. "You know how it is with age, I don't have the appetite anymore" her grandmother reasoned. "Well, you should still eat. I'm gonna make sure you gain weight before I leave" Y/N said determined. "Sure, sweetheart" she laughed. "Let's have food. It's nice to have everyone back home, together for once" she emphasised. Y/N held her grandmother's hand as they walked to the dining table for lunch.

A month or so after she was back, her grandmother had started feeling ill. She wouldn't be able to hold down any food and she had been complaining of a stomach ache. With COVID restrictions, getting an appointment was extremely difficult. After a week or so, thankfully, her dad was now at the doctor's office with his mother. The kids were at home, dotting it down to the regular stomach flu which was taking longer than usual to clear.

What came as a surprise to the family, after a couple tests was that, the matriarch of the house was suffering from stomach cancer. Couple more tests later, and it said that it had advanced quite a bit having spread all over the body. The doctors weren't sure what they could do other than ease her pain. Everyone was crying in their rooms while trying to hold a tough facade in front of Anika, so as to not worry her.

At breakfast, a few days after the diagnosis. "You lot are all cry babies. It's just cancer. I'll get the treatment and be well" Anika smiled. Everyone hoped what she was saying was true. But as the treatments started; things started to get worse for her. The medicines were taking a toll on her. Their once active grandmother was reduced to bathroom runs and staying put in her bed. She barely had the energy to eat on her own.

The matriarch's children were sad and couldn't help but cry since they couldn't do much for their mother other than watch. The grandkids would think of ways to make food exciting for their grandmother. The whole family had come together. They were all living together to care for their ailing mother. "I like this very much" Anika told Y/N. "What do you like, grandma?" she asked. "Having all my children here, fretting over me" she said looking at her 2 children fondly. Y/N smiled, "They always fret over you, for as long as I can remember" she replied. "Hmm...but this feel different...it feels nice" she hummed.

They had a scare a few months later; Anika's health had deteriorated suddenly and needed hospitalisation. When she was admitted in the hospital; everyone went to visit her in turns. "I wish I got to see at least one of my grandkids get married" she said barely above a whisper. She beckoned Y/N forward, "Darling, you're the oldest. You're the smartest. You always listen to your grandma don't you" she cooed. "Grandma, I don't like where this is going." she mumbled. "I know it is too much to ask for but why don't you get married. I'll find you a nice man" she reasoned. "Grandma, no. I'm only 20. I'm not getting married, not yet anyways." she whined. "ugh! I love you grandma, I really do but I don't have any plans of getting married, yet" she said pulling away from her grandma. "I'm going home. I hope you get well soon" she stormed off.

Y/N was fuming, she got that her grandma was sick and wanted to see major milestones in her grandkids lives and she wanted to share her happiness with her too but that doesn't mean she will throw her own granddaughter under the bus. She hated the fact that it was always her who would have to do as the elders told her to. Why couldn't it be her siblings or her cousins for once? Why did she have to get a married now? She has so much she wants to achieve, she can't be tied down just yet. People her age barely even remembered the name of the person they last slept with and she should get married; her grandma had gone crazy, she thought.

While Y/N was losing her mind because her grandma wanted her married; Carlos Sainz Junior was losing his mind since he got a contract with Ferrari next year.

In the world of Formula One, there was a change in tide. Sebastian Vettel would no longer be driving for Ferrari in the upcoming season; instead he was being replaced with an up and coming driving Carlos Sainz who was currently driving for McLaren. COVID had put a damper on things; but nothing could contain Carlos's excitement. He would be driving in red next year, something almost every driver had dreamt of when they dreamt of Formula One.

Carlos was your typical Formula One driver, he asked his father for guidance since he was a Rally Champion and looked up to some great drivers as inspiration. He had big plans; plan of winning his first race, plans of winning a championship title, plans of racing until he was 60 but none of those plans involved getting married any time soon. He couldn't imagine himself settling down, just yet even though his sister was planning on getting married herself. He had a long way to go; the biggest obstacle, he wasn't dating anyone as of yet so obviously marriage was off the table for the foreseeable future.

Now, there's a saying, sickness brings the lost together. That's exactly what had happened. Carlos senior had grown up with a family, albeit only for a few years of his childhood but those were formative years and he had spent a lot of his time with the Kastner family. They were his neighbours and even after they had moved away, they had still stayed in touch. He wouldn't forget their kindness and hospitality. For the few years that they were around he was incharge of making sure the oldest of the Kastner family, Ivan got to and back from school safely.

When Carlos senior found out about the ailing health of Mrs Kastner who would make him delicious food and baby sat them when necessary, he flew in as soon as he could with his family in tow. COVID didn't make it easy to visit the sick but Carlos senior would be damned if he didn't meet or introduce his kids to the woman he talked about. Carlos senior greeted Ivan, "You've aged" he laughed patting his back. "As if you haven't" he clapped back. The two happy to see each other after a very long time apart. "I heard Aunt Anika is sick" Carlos senior spoke. "News travels fast" Ivan chuckled. "Not fast enough since she's been sick for a while and I only found out after she was admitted" Carlos senior pointed out. "Yes, yes, she'll be discharged soon. She's been doing so much better for the past few days" Ivan explained. "That's good to know" Carlos senior sighed. "Can we meet her?" he asked hopeful. "I think she'll be over the moon when she find out you've come. She kept up with all your races" Ivan added. "I'm glad she did. I think it was the combined prayers of my mother and yours that I'm still alive after being this reckless" Carlos senior laughed. "That I will not disagree with" Ivan smiled opening the door to the hospital room where Anika was reading the day's paper. She placed the paper down to see who it was and a smile broke out on her face; "Carlos, darling, how've been? I've missed you" she spoke trying to get up but Carlos senior was already by her side, "Don't get up. I'm right here" he leaned down and hugged her. "I've missed you too." he whispered. She patted his back, "I see you've done well for yourself" she said scanning the faces of the 4 people behind him. He pulled away and introduced his wife and 3 kids to her. "Did he get into rallying just like his father?" she asked shaking Carlos junior's hand. "Worse, he's in Formula One" Carlos senior smiled. "Darling, stay safe. I might have to start praying for one more now" she shook her head. "This is the woman who was best friend's with your grandmother and they love each other too much" Carlos senior announced to his kids. "What team does he race for?" Anika asked Carlos senior drawing his attention. "I'm racing for McLaren now, but I'll be racing for Ferrari next year" Carlos junior replied. "congratulations dear. And Carlos, a bit narcissistic I think to name your kid after you" she laughed.

The atmosphere was lively and bright, everyone was busy catching up with each other and trying to let each other know what was going on with the other.

In all of this, the gears in Anika's head were spinning. If Carlos's son, Carlos was single he would be the right fit for her grand daughter. She had always adored and dotted on Carlos senior growing up, so it would only make sense that she would want a good family to take care of her grand daughter. If there's anything to go by how Carlos senior turned out, Carlos junior would fit right in with their family. She felt giddy thinking about the possibility of merging their two families. She knew if everything went well, they could easily be getting married at the end of the year or the beginning of the next. She just wanted what was good for her grand daughter, having something nice come out of it like a handsome and rich husband was a bonus.

The Sainz would be staying in town for a few days before they would be leaving. Anika had invited them over for dinner once she would be discharged since she couldn't send them away without feeding them herself. It was a day before her discharge and she was sat with both Ivan and Carlos. "Since the two of you are here, there's a proposition I would like to make" she said. The two men sat up straight waiting for Anika to continue. "I might not live long" she began but was cut off by mutual 'nos and you'll live a long life' before she shushed them. "Let's listen to the doctors and I know they are trying their best but we have to be realistic too. If I do live long, I'll get to watch the happiness unfold if don't then I'll at least be a part of some of it." she explained. The two men were very confused with where she was trying to go. "I want to make a proposition like I said, I think it would be great if Carlos's son, Carlos married Ivan's daughter, Y/N. I've always wanted to watch my grand kids get married, this way I can die happy" she finished. Their mouths opened and closed a few times before Carlos spoke, "Aren't they still too young?" he asked. "It's just a suggestion, it's up to you two and them to decided if they'll go through with it. Would I be happy if they got married? Obviously but at the end of the day it'll all up to the kids. I just want what's best for them" Anika said. The two men were thinking. They were stuck. "You two can think about it, maybe we can introduce them to each other at the dinner tomorrow" Anika said hopeful. This was going to be difficult conversation to have for both Carlos and Ivan, they thought.

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[ms-demeanor]

Atheist condolence card like "sucks that your grandpa no longer exists and you'll never see him again, oh well"

I mean, I'm looking for a condolence card for a Jewish family (found a pretty good one, will be adding a note about a shared memory of the deceased and hopes for the mourners that their memory may be a blessing).

But also I have no idea why people find the concept of an afterlife comforting. Legitimately, that is unappealing to me and the idea that I would be artificially separated from the people that I love and reintroduced to them after a period of separation if there was no need for that time of mourning and loss seems. Bullshit? It seems like bullshit? Capricious and cruel at best?

Anyway when my grandpa died we got a phone call when they tossed is ashes into the ocean and we never saw him again! Being reminded that we wouldn't see him in an afterlife wasn't the sad part, the sad part was knowing that we wouldn't know him anymore, that we'd be on one side of a growing divide, that there was a before and an after and we had left him behind while we had to move forward. It wouldn't have been comforting to think "well perhaps someday when I have lived my life without him, I will see him again in a place where nothing from this life (all the things that I have done, all the things that he taught me) will matter because they were worldly and unimportant."

What was comforting at that time, and after the very many family deaths that I have experienced (and I've experienced a lot! I've been comfortable with the idea that I'll never see my loved ones again when they're gone since I was a very small child!), and what I suspect is comforting even for religious people who have experienced a loss is to be reminded of the people who are still on the same side of that dividing line, who we can still love and adore and support and make memories with.

Anyway. I'm an atheist at least partially because of my grandfather, who was a magician and a skeptic and took great joy in skewering the supernatural. It would be an insult to his memory to think that he was an angel lighting up a star in heaven or whatever the christian condolence cards say.

My grandpa did a sexy comedy magical immolation of my grandmother in front of crowds; there was a devil on the flier.

(grandma's the one on the right)

Pictured: Not someone who had much reverence for death or much patience for the supernatural:

(Funny story, when my dad came to visit this week he saw a 2-post 52U server rack on the driveway from a distance and asked me "where did you guys get the guillotine? Did I leave that here?")

But my family is probably *unusually* atheist and irreverent.

For atheists in general I don't know why people think that it's more upsetting to acknowledge the truth (that once people are dead you won't see them anymore) than to be told "comforting" lies (that you will see dead people again at some mystical place that you have no access to or proof of).

I *hate* hearing "they're in a better place" when I'm mourning someone I loved because that's something that's comforting for a religious person to say but dismisses both the way that I mourn and (frequently in my family) the beliefs of the deceased. They are not in a better place, they are *gone* and I don't want to imagine that they're somewhere waiting for me to join them again, I want to remember them for who they were and accept that they aren't in my life anymore.

"They're in heaven now" "they're with the angels now" "they're with their maker" - none of those things are true and they reflect an extremely limited worldview that I don't share and find pretty insipid actually! Thank you for trying to comfort me you are doing a poor job of it I'm going to go hang out and talk to someone who actually knew them and we'll share stories of what an asshole they were and what kind of crazy nonsense they got up to and what a big, important part of our lives they were and we'll start trying to make sense of how to fill the hole left behind with something practical and joyful and fun and honest that they would have loved instead of cardboard angel wings.

[deliciousangelfestival]

The Malicious Daughter Is Back! - 13

Character : Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: It's just a business marriage. Bucky thought it would be easy until he encountered the stepsister of his fiancée. She turned his world upside down.

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“You look just like Ophelia.” The way he said it sounded like he was missing the past. Then it clicked for you immediately: Patrick was your mom's ex-boyfriend.

Bucky, tinged with curiosity and something else, asked, “So you're that Patrick that Cassandra mentioned?”

You were flabbergasted, your mouth hanging open in surprise. Realizing that the person in front of you was your mother's ex-lover and the Patrick, your grandma often mentioned was overwhelming. It meant Patrick was deeply engraved in her mind.

Patrick smiled warmly at the familiar name. “Nana Cassie? How is she?”

You responded, “She's fine, but she has dementia.”

The word 'dementia' erased the smile from Patrick's face. He put his hand on his lips, murmuring, “A lot has changed since I left.”

Then, realizing his lapse in manners, he looked at everyone. “How rude of me. Please, sit down.”

“I can't help but ask, did you want to meet me because I'm Ophelia's daughter?” you inquired.

Patrick nodded, his eyes reflecting a deep sadness. “I swore I would never come back to this country. But when I saw the new leader of Velari, and you looked so much like her… I had to.”

You sensed the agony and darkness in his voice every time he mentioned your mom. It was more than you'd ever seen in your father, that jerk. Even at Ophelia's funeral, he hadn’t shed a single tear.

“Seems like you miss her,” you said softly.

“I do. All the time,” Patrick replied, his voice heavy with emotion.

You crossed your arms. “If you loved her, why weren't you with her?”

Patrick looked at you in silence for a moment before taking a sip of the tea provided by the butler. He put down the teacup gently, his fingers tracing the rim.

“Twenty-five years ago, I would have laughed if someone told me I’d be enjoying an expensive tea inside a mansion,” Patrick said, his tone wistful.

You tilted your head, clearly puzzled.

Patrick noticed your confusion and explained, “I was dirt poor. I’m the child of the gardener who used to take care of the flowers at your grandparents' house. Your grandparents were kind enough to let me and my dad stay in the guest house.”

Your eyes widened in surprise at this revelation.

“Your grandfather was strict, a man of action rather than words. Your grandma, Cassie, was an angel. And Ophelia…” Patrick paused, looking out the window, lost in memories.

“She was my first friend, my partner, my soul mate, and the love of my life,” Patrick continued, his voice filled with longing.

He went on to describe how his love story with Ophelia began as a close friendship. They were inseparable, but their love couldn't continue because of their different social statuses.

Your grandfather discovered their relationship and objected fiercely. Being a military man, he didn't hesitate to give Patrick a harsh lesson. Patrick was beaten and kicked out of the house, his body weak and bruised—a clear warning for Ophelia to end the relationship.

Around the same time, the Sinclairs proposed an engagement that would benefit the family business, further complicating things.

Patrick’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as he recounted the painful past. You could feel the depth of his sorrow and the love he still harbored for your mother.

When Ophelia and Jonathan first met, it was a meeting between two vastly different people. Jonathan was cold and reserved, a man of few words. Ophelia, on the other hand, was sweet and timid, unable to say no to her father’s demands. Cassandra, Ophelia’s mother, knew the marriage would be colder than Antarctica, but she couldn’t speak against her husband; his word was absolute.

To cope with the situation, Cassandra began designing clothes and eventually started the fashion line, Velari. She and Ophelia found solace in creating garments, and the small tailor shop they opened became their sanctuary.

Ophelia and Jonathan got married and started a family after you were born. Your existence brought light to Ophelia's life. But one day, Patrick reappeared, determined to rescue Ophelia from her loveless marriage. When your grandfather and Jonathan discovered Patrick’s intentions, they responded violently, nearly killing him.

This incident shattered the already fragile relationship between Ophelia and Jonathan. The marriage became irreparably broken, but Ophelia managed to endure it, thanks to you, Cassandra, and Velari. However, the ultimate betrayal came when she discovered Jonathan’s affair with his secretary, Genevieve, and learned he had a daughter three years younger than you.

This heartbreak, disappointment, and regret devastated Ophelia. She had sacrificed her love for Patrick for a marriage that gave her nothing but pain. If she had fought harder, she could have been with the man who truly loved her.

Ophelia’s death crushed Cassandra with guilt. She blamed herself for not saving her daughter. If she had stood up to her husband and been content with their life, Ophelia might still be alive, happily married to Patrick, who would have been a loving husband and father.

Your grandfather, burdened by his daughter’s death and his wife’s subsequent loss of joy, began to blame himself. The ultimate betrayal came when he discovered that the Sinclairs, his in-laws, had tried to sabotage his business. Jonathan’s actions cost Ophelia her life and nearly destroyed the family business, leading to your grandfather’s heart attack and leaving this world.

After being beaten, Patrick started from the bottom, working tirelessly to earn money. When he finally succeeded, he was devastated to learn that Ophelia had passed away. With nothing left for him in the country, he left for Europe, where he met Rowan Barnes at a business conference, and the two became friends.

When Rowan mentioned that Bucky was getting engaged to the daughter of Sinclair, Patrick immediately warned him not to fully trust them. Recently, Rowan told him that Bucky had canceled the engagement and had become close to another daughter of Sinclair.

Patrick sighed and asked, “What’s the difference between this one and the other?”

Rowan replied, “This is the legitimate daughter who was kicked out by Jonathan.”

The word ‘kicked out’ resonated with Patrick, who had been expelled many times in his youth. He wondered if this first daughter could be Ophelia’s child. But why didn’t she live with her father?

He had so many questions and started asking around. What he discovered broke him and made his blood boil. Though he shared no blood with you, he knew you were Ophelia’s treasure. She had always wanted a daughter.

Patrick looked at you with sorrow and warmth, wondering if he and Ophelia had run away together and married, would they have had a daughter who looked like you?

“I arrived too late. But if you let me, I’ll be the biggest support you could ever ask for,” Patrick said, his voice filled with earnestness.

When he said that, Rowan raised an eyebrow, wondering if you knew who Patrick was. He was one of the most sought-after clients in the investment world, with assets that made investment managers fight to have him as a client.

Patrick’s face lit up when he heard your gratitude. “Thank you.”

You offered, “Do you want to see my grandma? I’m sure she will be happy to meet you.”

Patrick’s eyes softened, and a nostalgic smile spread across his face. “That would be great. I miss her.”

The room was filled with a mixture of relief and anticipation as Patrick’s offer hung in the air, a promise of support and a connection to the past.

Bucky, who had been standing quietly beside you, felt a surge of protectiveness. He didn’t like how Patrick looked at you for too long, feeling jealous. He took your hand in his, his grip firm but gentle, as if to remind Patrick that you weren’t alone.

Patrick noticed this and chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with understanding. “It seems you have a good protector here,” he said, nodding toward Bucky.

You squeezed Bucky’s hand, grateful for his presence. “Yes, I do.”

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After the meeting with Patrick, you learned so many things about your mother that you had never heard from your father. It seemed like she didn’t exist in his mind anymore.

When you got home, you felt like your life had become so much better after meeting Bucky, even though you hadn’t been polite toward him initially. Life works in mysterious ways.

‘Ring.’

You saw the caller ID and rolled your eyes when you realized it was Jonathan.

“What?” you snapped.

“Is this how you address your dad?” Jonathan's voice dripped with disapproval.

You gritted your teeth. The audacity of this man who neglected you and still wanted you to address him politely. “Your majesty, what honor do I have to receive a call from heaven?” you retorted sarcastically.

You could hear his voice grumble on the other end. “I heard you met someone today.”

He meant that someone must be Patrick. “I met so many people today. I also almost got kidnapped. Did you know that?” you shot back, your voice tinged with annoyance.

“Kidnapped? I guess you’re safe because you can answer your phone,” Jonathan replied dismissively.

You sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and anger. “What do you want? I have to bury my abductor in the backyard.”

“Stay away from him,” Jonathan ordered.

You flinched. Why did he say that? Then it clicked. Was your father jealous?

“He’s a great person. I understand why my mother loved him so much,” you said, pushing his buttons.

Your tease hit the mark. “I’m your father. Not him! Remember that!” Jonathan's voice was filled with fury.

The call ended abruptly. You stared at your phone, shaking your head. Sometimes you wondered if you and he were really related.

The apple does fall far from the tree, you thought. Especially with you and Jonathan.

That's what people would think. If one day they heard that you weren’t Jonathan’s natural daughter, they would believe it.

But no. Even if you wished Jonathan wasn’t your father, DNA said otherwise. He was your father. It was the hardest pill you had to swallow every day.

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I just love how much you love Jackson Healy too! I had a fun little idea if you wanted to explore it for him. On an unexpectedly rainy day in LA, Jackson pulls over to give the reader a ride so she decides to thank him by riding him too 🤭

RIDING DIRTY- healy !

note: he's my fav, ever. i'm so uggggh in love w him. #jacksonarmy . i'm more in love w this idea though omg but so sorry for the wait on this! if it sucks, lmk and i'll rewrite ofc

cw warnings: riding, afab!reader, sex as payment, car sex, dad bods, pet names, unprotected sex (dont be silly, cover your willie), fat cocks, jackson healy and his stupid little rants, p in v, nipple suckling, brief spanking cause jackson loves ass, mentions of aftercare, horny fucks.

the forecast forgot to mention the abundance of moody clouds that doomed the sky. their tears hammering down on your head. you didn't prepare for this, you were overjoyed in the morning with the proposal of a jog. you didn't need your car to get to work, you didn't need your car to get back from work. the day was supposed to bloom with hues of blue and green, bubbling from every surface.

except the meteorologists must've not predicted anything right. read all of the signs wrong. here you were, sidewalk, thumb up, begging in the persistent rain for a stranger's commitment to kindness.

a 66 healy pulls up. the cream color molding in with the rain. you vigorously raise your thumb, bobbing it upwards repeatedly. just to catch his attention. it's a miracle when he pulls over, opening the door for you.

"thank you, thank you-" you're stammering over your own grattiude as you hop into shotgun. then you get a full view of the man. he's tall, you can tell that by his posture- he's bigger, scruffy, looks almost like the danger that follows you home on an empty street, but those eyes are soft. the smile is gentle and almost like grandma's homemade treats. though despite the bigger figure of the man, there's strength in his grip. his knuckles clutching tightly onto the wheel, his triceps peeping through only slightly through the tropical shirt he wore.

a deep laugh bellows from the man once he resumes driving, "no problem, where you headed?" like his laugh, his voice is even low. deep. like his facial hair, his voice is scruffy.

you smile, "home. two rights, then a left.. i didn't expect it to be raining today."

"don't think anyone did honestly, damn meteorologists. y'know- i always wanted that job. can be wrong every damn day and still make a good living. i'm just not good with.. science and that- crap."

his own vernacular slips from his curved lips in a homely fashion and it's clear to you that it embarrasses him. there's a flush on his cheeks, he wants to seem more proper to you. as if you should feel completely fine about being in the car, on a rainy night, with a stranger. a man, for that matter.

though his eyes widened slightly when you laugh, the flushed color on his cheeks wisping away, "my dad used to always say that!"

"dad's a smart fella then." he nods, his wipers squeaking just slightly. clearly the beaut of a ride isn't so creamy wheeling as the colors leads you to believe, "names jackson, jackson healy- and yours?"

you smile as you tell him your name before perking an eyebrow upwards, "healy? is.. that a reason why you bought this car then? an austin-healy?"

a small shrug complements another chuckle, "i guess so, yeah. jimmy-rigged it a bit though, had to for days like today. but i mainly bought it because of the look. it's classic- don't find many classics today, and this new generation wants to keep up with the minimalist colors. i wish people could still appreciate the beauty in color." with passion he drives more cautiously, eyes flickering over towards you. taking in the sight he didn't observe before.

though his rants translates into something more poetic for you. you've known the man, jackson, for nearly five minutes- or was it ten? in such a short time he was sharing concerns with you, leveling a conversation. it was magnetic. sure his outward appearance pulled you in, you liked the dad bod type, but now his words kept you there. this stranger had a force you just couldn't seem to halt.

"i like the classics too, a lot prettier. mustangs, my dad had one.. always my favorite. a green one too, i like that color."

"green is a nice color."

the car ride goes slightly silent. he's concentrated on the slippery road, not wanting to danger either one of you. the directions you provided him repeat in his mind. his turns are graceful, he slows down, he checks every which way, you see it through the stare in his eyes that safety is the most important thing to him. it only fuels your attraction.

it wasn't like the sun was out moments before, the rain dulled it away. though now it only seemed to be a memory, the dark sky implanted with foreign light screeching from posts down the street. flickering in their neglect.

"tell me which one it is, then i'll be on my way." the gentle air of his voice never deserts him, it sweeps you closer.

nodding, you wait till he reaches the small, narrow box you call home. his tires slip just a tad when he pulls into your driveway, he expects you'll be rushing out the door- eager to get away from the stranger.

"well, here's your place i guess."

a chuckle rumbles his body, you undo your seatbelt, but your door hasn't even been opened yet, "you really helped me out jackson.." you begin, voice almost sultry as you shift your body in order to face him better.

the words you hum force the flushed red color to return to his cheeks. there's an incantation in your tone, he's sure of it, "well it's not problem-"

you're biting your lip now, in that sex icon type way. a bombshell needing to show thanks, "still, you didn't have to do it.. i can pay you back-"

"no." he cuts you off instantly, his breath stuck in his own windpipe. his throat choked out by the thick atmosphere suddenly gassing his car, "you're sweet honey, but i don't need money, i like helping people out.."

it's your turn to cut him off, not with words, but just with a laugh, "who said i would pay you back in money?"

a gulp flushes out his entire flustered demeanor. it's a different man now, one in the driver seat for this conversation. a smirk plays out on his lips, the click of his seatbelt whisking away, "what thought have you got going on in that pretty mind of yours then, huh? you really gonna pay a stranger back, in sex? you don't know me, you barely know me." a predatorial gaze falls onto you, he sees you squirming in your seat. his words driving you mad. your breathing fills up the void, until he pats his thigh.

crawling over the armrest, you situate yourself into his lap. those big hands flock to your waist, already beginning to guide you into the rhythm of grinding, ensuring you feel the affects of your words.

"you're so hard," and you're already letting the man slide down your pants, fingers teasing the dampness slowly ruining your panties.

"my words get you all wet?"

only a stiff nod is given before his thumb drags over your bottom lips. when lips part, his thumb drags down the bottom one, all delicate. though his eyes find more amusement in watching the way yours so intently focus on each move of his. the way he then orders you to kiss him, through a migration of his thumb- down to your chin.

his lips are refreshing. they don't taste of casual smoke or a bottle of whisky. there's no pungent taste, only the refreshment of wannabe crooners and style. he's hungry, he's pulling you closer and a hand is already tugging down your panties. the taste of your tongue is leaving gold in his senses and he feels he needs more. gripping and groping every last inch of you. raising and lowering you. slipping a hand downwards just to feel what he's really done to you- index finger swiping your slick.

"you're so beautiful."

into your lips he mutters more compliments about your scent, your sweetness, he way you turn him on. your beauty, never calls you sexy however. never calls you hot.

with extreme reluctance you pull away, needing every breath you can get, "i need you, let me pay you back-" "fuck yeah, okay, okay.. okay princess." he's finding something to do in the means of lifting off your shirt, unhooking your bra. it's impressive, how swift he is with it. meanwhile you're undoing his jeans, unbuttoning that beach kissed shirt. you attempt to slip the shirt completely off of him, though he shakes his head. if there is a later- you'll ask him about that.

his cock is hard, needy. his tip engorged and dripping with precum. ready for you to rock him properly for payment, "c'mon princess." his encouraging words leave you sliding on top of him. letting his thick cock fill you out.

a groan flees from him in shock at how you didn't even ease into it. his hands migrate to your hips, nails digging into the supple skin, "good girl, such a good girl." after he bucks his own hips upwards, you begin to rock on him.

you start off slow, this time you're easing into it. moans already falling from your throat- begging. begging for yourself to go just a little faster, grow more accustomed to this heavenly sensation. groans fill the car, bouncing off of your pretty sounds. the ones he can't get enough of.

"you're already so good, you know that? so good, so good already?"

the encouragement prompts you to pick up the pace. careful rocks quickly turning reckless. you're attempting to feel every inch of him, squeezing his cock with pleasure. a hand lands a blow onto your ass, but it doesn't sting. it only accelerates the thrill. those moans raise in a pitch, stumbling over one another. a new sound emerges in the car, tangoing with the sinful audio from your mouth and his- the sound of skin slapping, hard. it's as if this will never happen again. every rock, the eventual bounces, they're all desperate. your nails dig into his broad shoulders, feeling his strength. adoring his strength. you want to speak to him, the words won't barge through.

similarly he tries speaking to you, but the low grunts and groans barricade any praises. the most he can do is continue to squeeze your ass cheek, sprinkling in a spank when he deems it necessary.

the sound of rain is drowned out by the payment of sex. with your back arched, jackson realizes he has a better view of your nipples. just to throw you increasingly off the edge, he leans in, suckling on one. swirling his tongue around the hardened bud, groaning against the sensitive skin. begging to feel you release your serendipity onto him.

"holy shit- holy shit what're you- what're you-" it's becoming too much. your hands leave his shoulders and find solace in gripping on tightly to his slicked hair. the premediated waves crashing from your unwavering grasp. victims to the way you pull whenever your bouncing forces his cock to hit a special, sweet spot of yours.

he's twitching now, you can feel it. it sends you into a flight, working overtime to feel every inch of him. losing yourself on his lap. it's hectic and he finds it amazing, heavy breathing and gasps bombarding his conscious.

"gonna cum- gonna cum, oh fuck.."

you do. it's heaven. the gates are in front of you when you are embraced by the enchanting kiss of an orgasm. cum coating his cock, remnants of the way you worked so hard.

"me too, princess, gonna- gonna give it to you-"

the severity of his own forces him to pull away from your suckled, swollen nipples. a string of saliva breaking down onto your breast. with force he takes brief, very brief control, and slams you down upon him. the biggest motivator for him to shoot his load inside of you was feeling you cum. that was enough for him. and an extreme turn on.

it feels otherworldly when you feel him unload inside of you. a stranger. filling you up with his hot cum. decorating your insides with arousing moments.

while trying to catch your breath, you two stare at each other. eyes looking for disapproval in each other. you don't find any. just satisfaction, and hints of longing.

amidst the gasps and beckons for air. helpless pants. the rain peeps through the windows, shattering every sense of urgency. tapping along the hood.

fingers trace circles on your back, gingerly grazing, "stay here for a moment."

[empressgeekt]

Supernatural/Trolls Crossover - Branch Winchester AU (Part 1 - Childhood)

Okay so recently I got into the supernatural TV show...for the worldbuilding...and during this I was writing out my Trolls Aus. Something Clicked and this idea sparked to life.

So, Branch as a child, not that long after Grandma was killed, maybe just after, would be somehow sent to the Supernatural universe.

Little Branch is utterly terrified. He trapped in a body that isn't his own (human transformation) and in a place he doesn't recognize. The woods surrounding him, appears giant but with very tiny trees. Leaves are now the size of his foot, and not big enough to be a blanket. Eventually some forest rangers find him. At first he's scared, but they escort him to the local police station, under the belief that Branch is just a victim of a family camping trip gone wrong. At the station Branch only shuts down more, the officers, are asking him all these questions some of them he doesn't know the answer too. He doesn't know he last name, he doesn't know what an address is, and for some reason these people aren't taking him seriously when he tries to tell them that his Grandma was eaten by bergens.

Enter John Winchester. He's in town following up on a lead for Bobby, so far it seems like nothing is going on when he visits the police station claiming to be part of some kind of wild-life agency. Things seem clean until one of the officers point out a tiny child sitting in the station, "Kid Claims his grandmother was killed by a giant monster. Probably just a victim of a wolf attack. Poor kid." "Any other family near by?" "Not that we can find, there hasn't been a missing persons report for him or his grandmother, and no one recognizes him."

Hunter instincts going off, John approaches Branch. Granted, he doesn't believe everything that comes out of the kids, mouth, like how he thought he was a troll, but he does listen when it comes to topic of Monsters and Bergens. By the end of it, John thinks that Branch was part of a fairy worshiping cult, that screwed-up a ritual. Either way it's a lead, and frankly this is a first for John, and for some reason he can't leave this kid alone. Maybe it had something to do with Branch being right in between his boys ages, or maybe this kid is part of the hunting world in someway, but Branch is taken back to the hotel to stay with the young Winchester boys.

Little Sam is excited to have a new friend, but Dean is more cautious, maybe even a little stress. After all Branch is just another kid to look out for on top of sammy. That first day, with John out looking for a "cult" is awkward. Sam keeps trying to get Branch to play but Branch only stays huddled up in the corner, watching the windows, and refusing to leave or go near the door to the room. Sam gripes to Dean about it, but Dean tells him that Branch just shy, and maybe needs some time to be sad. John told Dean about how Branch lost his grandmother, but not Sammy.

John doesn't come back to the hotel that night, so Dean has to put the younger boys to bed. Sam conks out easily enough, but Branch is still scared. Dean ends up trying to talk to Branch to sleep, and eventually opens up about how he lost his mom to these kind of things.

B: Bergens?

D: I don't think so, but it wasn't a nice monster. What are Bergens exactly?

B: They're big scary monsters that eat us.

D: They eat you?

B: Once a year, on Trollistice, we called it the harvest though. Eating us makes the Bergens happy.

D: And your Grandma was taken on Trollistice?

B: No, it was supposed to be safe outside, one of the Bergens must have gotten hungry early.

D: Is that why you don't want to leave the hotel room?

B: *nods*

D: Well don't worry, my dad is the best monster hunter there is, nothing going to get you when your here with us.

The next morning, John would come back, empty handing hunting wise, but he brought fast food for his boys, branch included. Branch was a little more alive this morning, actually talking with Sam about a book he was reading. Dean would tell his dad about the conversation he had with Branch last night. The once a year harvest, makes him think Pagen God sacrifice, and he calls Bobby to see if his friend has anymore information. There are a few legends that fit the bill, but each of them have an Achilles heel that makes them impossible. John stays in town for another week, before giving up. What ever happened to Branch has either stopped on its own, or moved on. He's packing up his boys, when the question of what too do with Branch comes up. Dropping the kid off with social services is possible, the workers there would probably take Branch's rambling as just a kid trying to cope with a traumatic home life, but that could also mean getting attention of Social Services on his boys. He could look for any of Branches family, but that might mean running into more cultists. With a little convincing from his sons John decides to keep Branch.

They retreat back to Bobby Singer's place, because, John needs to restock on hunter supplies, and Bobby could help him fake papers for Branch. Together they'd make a paper trail, that to any official it would look like Branch was found by John and Mary as an abandoned baby, then they took him in a closed adoption. This is the best they can do, because Branch doesn't look a thing like his boys, bright blue eyes, jet black hair, and a much darker skin tone then the rest of them. John sits down with Branch and explains what this means. If anyone is to ask, John was his father and had always been his father.

Any hesitation about the adoption is quickly forgotten after the boys stayed at Bobby's for a week. Branch proves himself to be smart, wickedly smart. He's asking Bobby all about the charm in his house, why there was salt on his windows, and anything else that has to do wit hunting. Bobby can tell when he explains the reason behind everything, that Branch commits it to memory. The kid would study, hunter books, on omens, demons, and anything else supernatural. After the week, Bobby could ask Branch "How do you kill *insert supernatural creature*?" and more then often Branch would answer correctly.

"I don't know where this kid came from John, but if I had to make a bet I'd say a hunting family. This kid was born to be one of us," - Bobby Singer.

Years pass, and Branch is raised a Winchester boy. It's a bit of a transition going from the youngest in a pack of five, to the middle of group of three, but Branch manages. He's close to Dean with all the hunting stuff, though Branch's drive to learn is more wanting to protect himself, rather then pleasing John. Sam and him get along with similar academic minds, they also enjoy teasing Dean. Branch's childhood is filled with monsters and hunting and constant moving, but it's better then living in a hole in the ground, and here he has brothers who won't leave.

Or at least until Sam goes to College. The fight between John and Sam shakes Branch up, and he eventually comes clean to Dean about his bio-brothers. Though at this point, Branch fully believes their cult theory, rather then that he was a troll from a world of magic and felt, so he isn't sure what exactly is true or his "imagination" but he remembers the fight after the show clearly. Dean is pissed off when he learns that Branch had brothers, and they all left him behind. He can't be mad at Sammy for pursuing his dreams, and Branch doesn't blame their younger brother either, but these strangers who Dean thinks screwed Branch over in a cult he'll hate them forever. Dean promises to never leave Branch of his own choice.

The pilot of season one, comes along, and with John missing Branch and Dean have to reluctantly go to sam for help. Well Dean's more excited then reluctant. Branch doesn't see the point of going to Sam, he doesn't hate his little brother, never in a million years, but form his POV Sam left he doesn't want anything to do with the family anymore. This is only further solidified when Branch meets Jess. Sam had his own family now. So, it's shocking for him when Sam agrees.

While on mission, Branch doesn't get involved with Sam and Dean's mommy issues. It's not his place, and he knows it, even if Mary Winchester is legally his late mother, he's never met her. When Dean gets arrested, Branch and Sam flee, they investigate Welch during which they work out their issues with each other, because Branch had been distant since they reunited. Branch explains that he's not mad at Sam, he just doesn't want to get close only for Sam to cut him off again. Which leads to Branch explain how he had been abandoned, and Sam reassuring Branch that he just wanted to get away from hunting, and that his issues with dad didn't extend to Branch or Dean. Then they call Dean, and the woman in white appears in the back seat. The woman in white can't really do much to him, unlike his brothers, girls have never really been branch's thing. Dean likes to tease him often about still being a virgin at 24. So, he can't be unfaithful to anyone or made unfaithful. But it's freaky to be in a car that he can't control. He stabs the ghost with an iron knife, just as Dean Shows up, and Sam drives the car into the house.

Things in Canon don't really change until episode "Bloody Mary", when drawing bloody mary out, she doesn't go after Sam this time, she goes after Branch. Because while Rosiepuff's death isn't Branch's fault, he still never told anyone exactly what happened, that day, not even John. So he's the better fit for the ghost's killing reasons, "Someone had a secret and someone died". Dean and Sam save him, and afterward they confront branch about it, getting him to finally open up about his Grandmother's death.

D: So, wait, singing killed your grandma?

S: Dean...

B: Yes, and it was one of the worse days of my life.

They're on there way to a hotel when they get a call from Bobby. Apparently, there's four guys on his porch claiming to be Branch's brothers. "Do the names, John Dory, Clay, Spruce and Floyd, mean anything to you?"

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See you in part 2

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

on the shroud parents helmet thing, I'm pretty sure Idia's mentioned before that his ancestors (including his parents) use magic tech to deal with their curse and the blot or something like that. In which case, my theory is that's what the helmets probably are?

It does make me wonder then, if the curse also transfers to whoever marries into the Shroud family - seeing as Both Mama and Papa Shroud wear the helmets.

[Referencing this post!]

Oh, thanks for reminding me of that lore. I went back in the main story to double-check the details!!

In 6-42, Idia actually says that his dad and grandma (not his mom) use technomantic devices to enhance their own magic. The reason for doing this is not to better handle their curse or their blot; the Shroud family curse is such that their bodies naturally burn blot (in which case, they wouldn’t need additional help burning through it unless maybe they were very distraught (as emotional state contributes to blot) and/or accumulating blot as a magical byproduct at an extremely rapid rate like Idia did before his OB).

So it could be that Grandma Shroud and Mr. Shroud have low levels of magic and felt that they had to supplement what they were able to do via other means, OR they have pretty normal levels of magic but needed or wanted their magic enhanced for the sake of performing certain tests or procedures. The latter would compensate for general STYX staff having low levels of magic (a safety precaution to minimize the blot they accumulate). The same is not true of Idia, who is magically inclined enough to attend a prestigious school, so we can infer that low magic levels don’t necessarily apply to members of the Shroud family on staff.

The curse seems to only be applicable to those in the Shroud bloodline; it originated as a means of punishing the first head of the Shrouds for rebelling against the Jupiter family. Not only was the first generation cursed, but it extended to their descendants. (If we think about it, the Shroud blood thins with every subsequent generation so… either it’s possible the curse wears off once the percentage of Shroud blood drops below a certain number, or the curse is such that even a single drop of Shroud blood dooms you.)

Pulling in outsiders that marry into the Shrouds seems… logistically dubious (even if we dismiss it as “it’s magic, so it doesn’t need to be explained”)?? Like, how does the magic for the curse even know when the marriage is technically “official” and it’s time to inflict itself on the spouse… Because laws for marriage change all the time, not to mention a couple could still be in love and have kids without technically being married. Would the S/O be cursed even if they don’t produce a child with their Shroud partner or never hand hold get physically intimate? Is just loving a Shroud enough grounds to be hit with the curse? But then how does the curse define “love”? What if they fall out of love or divorce/break up with a Shroud, is the curse revoked? Or is the S/O just kind of screwed? Why would the Jupiters even weave the curse to punish people not even remotely related to the original uprising? (It’s still unfair that the Shroud descendants also get cursed, but at least it can be argued that it follows the theme of “the sins of the father are the sins of the son”.) To hurt the Shrouds more by dragging their romantic partners down with them? But isn’t the original curse enough, why rub more salt into the wound? If you make them afraid to get close to people because the curse might pass to them, then doesn’t it defeat the purpose of continuing the line and thus prolonging the curse? Am I boring you yet 😂

Curses have rules and conditions outlined (like when Vil uses his UM) to govern how the magic behaves and how/when it releases. If the Jupiters spun such an elaborate curse to cover all their bases, we might need an attorney that’s well-versed curses and blessings on the case/j

To close off, I’ll share a funny idea a friend pitched! They said that if the helmet is really what Mr. Shroud uses to enhance his magic, then Mrs. Shroud must have decided to also wear a helmet to be supportive of her husband’s decision and/or to be a cute matching couple 💕

[animangalover-writes]

Time for another dream i had, this time about zutara.

This one is a lot shorter, but essentially I had a dream where kataras whole family(which seemed to have more members then in the show) all live in the fire nation, hiding the fact that they're water tribe(rather, they were water tribe).

Katara is in some sort of relationship with zuko. It's unclear if she's his wife, his girlfriend, or his mistress, but its not hidden. People know about her and her relationship with him.

(Putting the rest under a cut so I don't clog up the feed lol)

If she was his mistress it's kinda held in that way that kings had other women they'd sleep with along with their queen and it was just an accepted, albeit kinda shitty, thing to do.

Anyway, katara is also pregnant, which was kind of an underlying "plot point" and would return home to her family every day to check on them.

It's revealed here that katara is basically the only reason her family is doing pretty well for themselves. Her relationship with zuko means that they have enough to get by. It's also noted that her whole family(katara, sokka, their dad, their grandma, and some made up new family members) all live in one house. So its clear they're still kind of struggling.

It's also revealed, through a conversation with her grandma, that the only otehr reason katara is with zuko, is because it was part of a bigger plan. She and her family are part of a resistance against the fire nation, and when they realized zuko liked katara, wanted her to infiltrate and pretend to be in love with him.

The plan had clearly gone on longer then anticipated, for whatever reason, and katara is conflicted because she actually does have feelings for him now, not fo mention she's pregnant with his child.

There's a "scene" either at the beginning or after this reveal that shows zuko in a meeting with other fire nation officials, including his father and sister, and that either he was against one of their plans but is ignored or his plan gets shut down(I don't remember which). Katara always sits in on these meetings with him, and afterwards, as everyone is getting up to leave, she leans her forehead against his and whispers that everything will be alright. This is why we can tell she truly does care about him, to some degree. But it's also a moment showing potential manipulation, like shes pretending to care. It's supposed to be a little of both, she needs him to trust her but she does still love him.

After all of this, we cut to a scene in a forest/swamp. This part is kind of blurry in my head, but basically, it's a secret meeting. Katara is dressed similarly to the painted lady, her and a few other resistance members, including Sokka, Suki, and Hakoda, are planning an ambush on Zuko and his family, who are supposed to travel down a path nearby. Katara is a key part of this plan, as she's the only waterbender, and she knows this. She nods along to everything regarding the plan and she goes over important points herself as well. But as everyone else continues talking, katara is having doubts. She loves Zuko. She's about to have his child. She cares for him. But she needs to free the world from the fire nations clutches as well. She doesn't want to kill Zuko, but she has to in order to help others. She's hesitating.

They continue with the plan anyway, and through the foliage that katara and the others are hiding in, we see a carriage making its way down the path. Zuko and his family(or at least his father) are in there.

Everyone is getting ready to fight, to jump out and attack. We see a close up shot of Katara, conflicted. She's still not sure if she can go through with this, if she can kill Zuko.

And then I woke up.

[sirianasims]

Chapter 32

Never Grow Up

Less than a year later, Samuel and I were married.

The wedding was everything I’d dreamed of. I’m sure our parents would happily have paid for an enormous wedding if we’d asked them to. But that wasn’t our style.

All I wanted was a small, intimate affair with our closest friends and family while I said ‘I do’ to the love of my life. We rented the Myshuno Observatory. It almost felt like my grandma Cora was with us in spirit.

Even Charlie showed up. I knew it meant a lot to Samuel, although his brother couldn’t stay for long.

At least he was there for the ceremony, and he came over to congratulate us afterwards.

He said he had a flight to catch, his band was on tour at the moment. I suspected that he was also trying to avoid talking to Colten and Kailani.

I wondered if Charlie actually preferred his solitude, or if he secretly wanted to be a bigger part of his family than he was.

I was grateful that I got along with my own family, especially my sister Grace. I couldn’t believe that she would be starting high school after the summer, it felt like yesterday that I’d taught her how to cross the monkey bars in our backyard.

By the time Grace and I headed inside for the reception, Charlie was gone and Kailani was talking to Jessica. Jessica had volunteered to do the decorations, beautiful blush-coloured roses everywhere, my favourite.

We kept the wedding alcohol-free for my dad, and Griffin and Daria had offered to do all the food for us as a wedding gift. It was impressive, the entire menu was vegan since Griffin had also stopped eating meat after his first visit to the cadaver lab during medical training. I didn’t blame him, it sounded horrific. Samuel hadn’t seemed as bothered.

Over by the cake, Conrad was making my dad and Cecilia crack up with outrageous anecdotes. It was strange to see my parents interact with each other. It had happened before, of course, they had celebrated my birthday together a few times when I was younger, but I couldn’t remember if they had been in the same room since my mom and Conrad moved to Del Sol Valley.

Looking at the four of them now, it was impossible to tell that things had ever been bad between my parents. Still, I couldn’t imagine two people less likely to work out. They both had a certain desperation to them, and they both needed someone to temper them, not stoke the flames.

Conrad, with his extravagant approach to life, gave my mother a safe outlet, a way to release all that intensity so she didn’t blow up.

Cecilia, kind but unwavering, calmed my father down and turned his particular brand of chaos into something less destructive.

But who was I?

Was I like my dad, prone to holding on in an attempt to do the right thing until I finally self-destructed?

Or was I more like my mother, desperately trying to make people love me until I gave up and left them in the dust?

I needed to do better than both of them. I wanted everything to work out. I shook my head lightly, trying to chase away the dark thoughts. This was my wedding day, why was I only thinking about disaster?

I went to find Samuel. He pulled me close and kissed me.

This was what I needed. My husband.

Samuel would temper me, like Conrad and Cecilia tempered my parents.

We would be fine.

By the time we were back in our bed that night, I was both exhausted and deliriously happy.

I took Samuel’s hand, marvelling at the ring on his finger.

“I can’t believe we’re actually married.”

He sent me a mischievous smile.

“Me neither. But you better let go of my hand. I need it for something.”

I was glad that we’d had some practice over the last year, otherwise I might have chickened out of my wedding night completely.

Samuel was gentle, always making sure that I was satisfied.

A small part of me wished he’d be a little less restrained, that he would lose himself in it, the same way he made me lose myself, but it was still good.

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[rnakamura22]

So, I have some thoughts about Book 7

From what we saw from the attitude of Malleus's mom Malenor, the attitude of the Senate, and what we've seen from what Lilla-sama said about the Briar Valley, it seems like Briar Valley is REALLY on it's last breath as a country. No wonder it became a Valley and not a country. Like 10 seconds from crashing down. And the systems are COMPLETELY FU*KED UP. As a country, It's really FU*KED UP, and two steps away from becoming toast. It's so bad that I really believe even Leona would refuse to be born as a first son of a prince with this state.

Lilia-sama was right about Henryk, despite him being a big dick as a person and a total jerk, you have to admit he is a really capable person when it comes to military and conducting an army. He provides strategies, controls his subordinates, and is really smart when it comes to controlling his cards. The machines the Silver Owls use does destroy the environment but puts a big advantage in battle. Henrik reminds me of Nobunaga Oda and the way he used pistols to defeat Shingen Takeda's horse armies which were considered to be undefeatable at the Sengoku period.

On the other hand, Mallenor is a powerful sorceress and a dragon. But she just competed with her powers. No tactics whatsoever. Part of it due to her pride as a dragon and looking down on humans. We can't deny that. Moral values of the fairies.

Silver's dad, the knight of dawn was so powerful that even Lillia-sama admitted it. It's really stupid to go out there with no hidden tricks or backup help or tactics. Also, Lilia-sama said something about putting pranks on the wand of the Queen Maleficia, and Lilia-sama getting scolded instead of Malenor. She is a princess, but we haven't heard about Malleus's grandma scolding her daughter or anything. Seems to be that there was a HUGE problem with education of the royal family. Malleus grew up as kind(fae-standards) due to Lilia-sama, and the presence of Silver and Sebek, and changing through the meeting with Prefect and finally having a friend who won't fear him and treat him as a equal friend, not a monster. From what Malenor said about Malleus being the leading star of the fairies and a dark star for humans to be afraid, I really doubt about "Equal friendship human Get along with other people" element coming into the education of Malleus if she was alive. Her moral values are ANCIENT but that couldn't be helped. Her husband is gone, the Senate are all bunch of dried up old farts with a dick personality and no use. At least Henrik was a capable man when it came to the army department and you can understand the human values of the past and why so many humans gathered at Henrik's army due to fear.

Lilia-sama said that the life of Malleus will be difficult due to him being a fairy through and through and living with human evolution. The moral values need to be changed in order for Briar Valley to be a country and live, now the precious resources and elements already gone and one step away from the environment biting the dust.

Also, the education of "Fairies are better than humans, we can crush them like ants, pure blood dragonia family is the best, we must worship them etc." might be taught to the children of the Briar Valley looking at the attitude of Sebek at first. And the senate was all about pure blood and Lilia-sama being a nasty bat, praising how Malenor fought and died and looking down on humans like gerbils. WHEN HENRIK AND THE SLIVER OWLS ARE STILL THERE AND DWELDING AND KILLED THEIR PRINCESS FOR PETE'S SAKES! HELLO!? And both Lilia-sama and the Senate are arguing about quitting the right general of the army? The most powerful fairy in the country now that Malenor is gone? When Henrik's army could ruin the land the civilian fairies live within the drop of the hat? Purely ridiculous.

Also, we have to talk about Sebek's dad. A dentist. From what Sebek said about him, he was heavily valued due to lack of health care institutions in the place where Sebek's family lived. That tells a WHOLE LOT OF STUFF about the health care systems of Briar Valley. Also, the other lands that was introduced in the world of Twisted Wonderland had a symbol of industrialization that brings in the money into it's economy and the people. For Leona, the natural energy resources that were not dug up and buried under the vast lands. That could be the start. Shaft lands are famous for sightseeing and jeweled pineapples and etc. But Briar Valley doesn't have any of that, I think the reason being "Interacting with humans and doing business and trade!? The though itself is preposterous etc. "

I'm sure there are other points I missed out. I mean, Briar Valley has a lot to fix up. Malleus needs to kick out the Senate first when he is crowned king and change the moral values and education of his country. That fairies and humans need to live together with other species instead of fearing the other. The ancient values of fairy supremacy are not going to work anymore.

Also, Malenor putting Lilia-sama in charge of making Malleus come out from his egg is part of the whole reason that caused Malleus to overblot. A big part of it is Lilia-sama dropping out due to magic loss from NRC and Prefect going back to their world. I doubt that Malenor did not know what the senate would say about Lilia-sama even though this is Lilia-sama's dream and his POV, which may be a little more dramatic than what really happened in the past. But Malenor should have at least prepared a strategy or listened to Lilia-sama. Even though she said because I'm a mom, I will go, but that doesn't justify the fact that she threw most of the problems in the land of Briar into Lilia-sama and caused Malleus to not come out of his egg for more than 200 years. I mean come on!!!!! From the attitude of the Senate, she should have prepared one good excuse like an offical paper even though I doubt it will work. And Lilia-sama is her subordinate, so he really can't talk back to the Senate in general! Part of the reason that Malenor bite the dust was the moral values of the fairies and the brainwashing, but her pride got in the way, no denial. And look at Malleus's reaction! He is upset that he wasn't told! Did Malenor really wanted her son to act up like this? Like I said, the segregation and the land problems and a ton of others were thrown into Lilia-sama and Grandpa-bolt and the others hands.

[wildwinterlunas]

Why people need to stop acting like Ana did nothing wrong

Listen, I love Ana, she's one of my favourite characters... but people need to stop acting like she's a saint. Specifically with her dynamic with Cassidy.

Cause yes, she's one of the few characters that acknowledges his trauma with Overwatch, yes, she acknowledges that he didn't really get a choice and that he was thrown from one bad situation to another.

But fans forget that she was complicit in it, she still trained him, he was still in Blackwatch until the day the Swiss base exploded and we shouldn't act like she couldn't have done anything about that. Because we saw that happen with Genji, he was moved from Blackwatch to Overwatch.

Also I think people forget that Ana only really started to feel guilt in the later years of Overwatch. This isn't just for Cassidy but literally every she did in Overwatch, including her mistreatment of Pharah, her pushing away her daughters dream in favour of her own wants.

I said this to my friend once, "The fact that Pharah takes after Cassidy more then Ana says a lot."

Said this in a previous post too, she could also be taking after her dad, but if that's the case it still says the same thing. Ana wasn't there enough or supported Pharah enough, there's a reason Pharah doesn't think Ana is proud of her.

Also, again something I mentioned in another post, but Ana, in Bastet, had no intention of reuniting with Pharah. It wasn't until after she met up with Cassidy that she met up with her. This implies to me that Cassidy was the one who talk Ana into talking with Pharah. Which also kind of explains why Cassidy his awkwardly off to the side during the Amari's conversation in "New Blood", along with his bitterness towards Ana. I would be bitter too if I had to talk my maternal figure into talking to her daughter again.

Not only that I think people gloss over the fact that at the very least Ana had an emotional affair with Reinhardt while she was married to Sam? Like, you don’t have the dynamic they had without years of romantic history.

I'm not going to touch on the shit she helped pit Mercy through as well cause I'm saving that for a Mercy centric post but the fact that Ana seems to brush off Angela's anger at her still using the biotic rifel is concerning.

Saying all this I do want to reiterate that Ana is one of my favourite characters and the reason for this is because she doesn't suffer from the same problem fans do. She's aware she fucked up and is trying to be better, yes she messes up but she's human, she feels like a real person trying to get better for herself and her loved ones. That's what I love about her. That fact that she's willing to change and acknowledge her faults is very heart-warming to me and I hope we get to see more of it when Story Missions come out.

The main reason I made this is the same reason I post about Cassidy. The fandom treating Ana like a saint over simplifies Ana's character to "everyone's mum/grandma" when in actuality she's a very complex, nuanced character.

[askyuuandco]

What would happen if you meet your friends family members? For example if you meet the First Year's moms?

Yuu: that is an easy questions because I've meet my friends families before. :D

Yuu: Deuce's mom is super cool. Ms. Delia is very kind and hard working. :D

Yuu: Ace's mom is very chatty and also very sassy. And Ace's brother likes to tease him a lot but their mom puts a stop to it.

Yuu: Trey's parents make the best desserts you'd ever see and his siblings are just as kind. X>

Yuu: Cater's family is a little revered but once you get to know them they are pleasant to be around.

Yuu:….F- Riddle's mom…His dad is okay but needs to speak up more and help his son get out of a very tough spot.

Yuu: Leona's Brother Farena is just like Cheka but an adult and much calmer but is very friendly. And his wife is also a bold queen. I can see why Leona would be jelly of his brother and family just a little bit UvU

Yuu: Ruggie has a whole Cackle of people in his family because the family is the whole village he lives in but his Grandma is a tough cookie. Never I seen an old lady bench press a grow adult until I met her. she's not soft no sir. >.>

Yuu: Jack's family is also very kind. Vibe with them well. His siblings are very sweet. Jack is tough on them but on the inside he's a great family man and great big brother to his little siblings.

Yuu: Azul's mom makes the best Italian food and his father is a highly educated man he helps me with how this worlds laws and regulations work. So I guess you can say he's my legal advisor. His half brother is.... He's okay. X>

Yuu: Jade and Floyd's parents act just like them. It's honestly very cute…and scary at the same time. Their mom acts a lot like Jade while their dad acts a whole lot like Floyd but minus the mood swings.

Yuu: Kalim's family is just as big as mine if not a lot bigger. He really is a good big brother too his sibling I'm surprised he hasn't gone nuts like I would have…Doesn't mean I don't love my siblings >v>'///

Yuu: Jamil and Najma bicker all the time but they care for each other but bully each other at the same time. Reminds me of my big brother Ash and my arguments all the time.

Yuu: Rook's mom is very strict and disciplined that it even through me for a loop while Rook's dad is laid back and charismatic like his son. His siblings are seem to be very normal people. =v=

Yuu: Epel's grandma makes the best apple pie in all of Harvest Town! Her grandson acts just like her to very spunky and strong willed she's a true icon. She even taught me how to make stuffed animals! :D

Yuu: Idia and Orthro's mom and dad act just like. Their mom is like Orthro very energetic and kind, strict at times but it's only out of love her sons, because she wants them to grow health and happy physically and emotional. While their dad acts just like Idia all be it more stoic and calm then Idia's he doesn't talk super fast or as much...or at all sometimes, but his actions speak more loudly because he'd do anything for their sons. They even treated me nicely at my stay there too. I can never thank them enough.

Yuu: Well everyone here knows who Lilia is as a person he's Easygoing, friendly, playful, a bit of a prankster, but he can get real serious when he needs to be. He's always there for his kids and even when loses patience with Malleus, Silver, or Sebek and puts his foot down he's still caring towards the boys. He's even been a great figure in my life despite both of us being chaotic balls of nature. He's like my 3rd or 5th positive male figures in my life.

Yuu: Queen Maleficia she's a very interesting person and also a very busy person. When I first meet her she reminded me so much of Malleus she was very curious about the modern realm and gets excited when she learns something new but hides it with a smug aura…yep just like Malleus but how she differs from her grandson is how her calm anger sends shivers down peoples spines. She doesn't yell or throw insults and she doesn't really need so, a flick of the wrist and your dealt with even shocked me a bit really. She's always busy and it's rare to seek an audience with her but that doesn't mean she won't drop everything for you either. She has her kind moments to especially when it's her grandson. she even treats me like her granddaughter or daughter at times. I guess I reminded her of someone. :L

Yuu: Everyone in the Zigvolt family is loud…well except for the dad and older brother. Everyone else. Your ear drums will explode if your just a normal human. I'm surprised Sebek's dad hasn't become deaf yet due to all the yelling. But minus all the yelling they are actually very kind and sweet people. Mrs. Zigvolt even told me funny baby stories of Sebek to Sebek's full dismay. They're also really talented dentist. Mr. Baul he's just like Sebek highly grumpy man but if he spends a full week with you he's nice too you. Lilia said that's a contrast from before.

Yuu: Opps I probably rambled for like an hour sorry about that. I was kind of excited to talk about the people I've in countered and the places I've been too. It's always nice to make good memories with people you care about.

[sunsetseason8910]

The Best Brothers Aren't Blood Related llll

Here we gooooo

Tw:mental health, ADHD, language

A slow burn series of Jack and Spot exploring newfound relationships, mental health, and high school as teenage brothers.

"Jack I can explain!" Spot said, trying not to let the worry show on his face, but he really didn't want to dissapoint Jack.

"FUCKING FINALLY! I THOUGHT I WAS GONNA HAVE TO FORCE YOU TWO TO TOGETHER!!" Jack shouted energetically.

"Race... and Spot?? I don't see it," Davey said, bringing his finger to his chin as he pondered the idea of Jack's new favorite couple.

"Fuck you David," Spot said sharply, propping himself up on his elbows.

"Yea Davey, fuck you!" Race added on to Spot's comment, and copying his motion as well.

"Oh, yea, now I see it," Davey said, getting a laugh out of his boyfriend next to him. Spot and Race both high-fived at Davey's acceptance, getting more of a rise out of Jack.

The room went silent after that for a solid thirty seconds before Race said, "Well, this is awkward," breaking the silence.

The whole group nodded in unison as they just kind of sat there, like the awkward adolescents they were.

"Well I'm gonna go, and hopefully Davey you'll follow me," Jack said, winking at his boyfriend before exiting to his own room. Spot fake gagged loud enough for the two to hear, only for Jack to say, "Oh please you're probably about to fuck my best friend," as Davey walked out.

Needless to say that left Spot and Race both speechless.

"Why do you have a whiskey bottle on your nightstand," Race inquired, looking at the bottle of Eagle Rare whiskey on Spot's desk.

"It was my dad's before he passed away. He collected whiskey, and that was his favorite," Spot replied, and he luckily seemed pretty chill about it, as if he had come to terms with his father's death.

"Oh yea didn't he die on that trip to Ireland when he went to tour the distillery?" Race asked. Spot's dad had died when Spot was 10, five years ago, when Medda took Spot in. Mr. Conlon was on a vacation to Ireland when his plane crashed, resulting in the death of the father of everyone's favorite Irish kid- Spot.

"Yup, exactly five years and 19 days ago," Spot said, looking off at the bottle.

Race wasn't gonna question why Spot knew the exact amount of days, because Race knew better than anyone that people coped in different ways.

"My mom died when I was seven," Race said, causing a piercing silence to ring through the air. "My dad drank to cope with the pain. Took it out on me,"

"Race I'm so sorry," Spot said. "Does he still do it?"

"No, not anymore. My aunt sent him to rehab and I lived with her for a year, and when he came back it was like he was a new person." Race smiled slightly, thinking about how his father went from abusive to one of the best fathers in the world (in Race's opinion).

"Oh yea, don't you have one of those big-ass Italian families?" Spot asked. Race and Spot had known each other since they were little kids, what with Jack being best friends with Race. "Yea, Jack took me along to dinner at your house when I was ten. Just a few weeks after my dad died," Spot added.

"Oh yea, I remember my grandma got so sad just looking at you. You had puffy eyes, wouldn't talk to anyone-"

"Let's not dwell on the past," Spot joked. Spot hasn't been one to show vulnerability for a while now, he didn't need his past tainting that reputation.

"Let me take you out on a date," Race changed the subject, picking up on Spot's hints. "I'll pick you up at 6:00 tommorow,"

"Sounds great," Spot replied, biting back the biggest grin of his life.

Race's face practically beamed at Spot's acceptance.

"Can't wait," spot said truthfully.

"Me neither, Sean," Race replied. He knew just how much Spot hated his real name.

"You bastard!" Spot said, causing Race to clutch his stomach laughing.

♧----------♧

"So what are you gonna wear?" Jack said as though they were thirteen year old girls talking about a date to Dairy Queen.

"Fuck, I dunno," Spot shrugged, stealing a bite of ice cream from Jack's bowl.

"We you better figure it out. Race is probably gonna take you to this fancy Italian restaurant he loves. I think its called Fibonacci's or something," Jack said, slapping Spot's hand when it reached for more ice cream.

"You mean like the math sequence?" Spot asked, questioning Jack's sources.

"I dunno I'm probably just fucking stupid,"

"I second that," Spot agreed.

"Asshole," Jack mumbled pointedly.

"Dickbag,"

"Love you too, Spotty,"

"Call me that one more time and I'll strangle you,"

How did you guys like it? I tried to add some depth to Spot and Race's characters, but idk if it was any good. Constructive criticism welcome just don't be a bitch about it <333

[wegog]

boruto spoiler alert!

in the new boruto ch. inojin said to hima 'don't worry, himawari. i''m right here with you'

and some people think that's cute. but for me it's kind of cringe. and i'm afraid their possibly romantic relationship can harm hima's development. like it was when inojin saved her. what do you think?

I know a lot of Himawari's fans don't want her to be a part of all these 'famous shipping wars'. And I understand them. Therefore, I will try to be careful and not try draw final conclusion. Because the story is not over yet, and I believe that many things can change. Including my attitude to this question. Inojin x Himawari is not my cup of tea at this point. But I love Hima a lot. And I can be not a fan of a particular ship. But I will always be a fan of a good story.

So, I won’t pretend there isn’t an elephant in the room. I clearly see Kishimoto wants to show us that Inojin has some feelings for her or even has a crush on her. And Himawari’s relationship with him is as important as relationship with other people in her life. Because anyway it’ll influence her own development as the character in this manga. What I care a lot.

At this moment it seems to me like Inojin’s words are irrelevant. Why do I think so?

The first reason, personally, I haven’t found it cute or romantic.

I prefer another type of support in Kishimoto's works

Or something like that

When a guy admits and brings to light the power of his beloved

to support her in difficult situation

or to encourage her,

to make her believe in herself…

Why does Himawari need it in this case? Now in her life is not the easiest period, which is obvious. Her parents are missing (and everyone believes they are dead), her 'big brother 'neglects her, they want to kill her other brother, etc. In addition (which is important here) she does not believe in herself so much

and does not fully understand what she is capable of.

Maybe, she is even afraid of her own power (the feeling that her grandma and her dad had experienced before). And if Inojin said something like:

Don’t worry!

You can do this.

You’re so strong.

You train a lot.

I believe in you

and so on.

So then his support would be about Himawari herself, and not about how he feels about her. Because they will most likely enter into a tough battle. And the whole team must give their best. And Himawari is a wonderful kunoichi. She is not ballast. And despite the fact that we always strive to protect those who are dear to us. It is also very important to believe in their own strength! And if Himawari's role is only to be under Inojin's protection, then that's bad.

It's bad for their development as characters and for their relationship development too! I think it’s clear.

The second thing that not a lot of people pay attention to... Is Himawari's own attitude to Inojin's 'care'. Actually, there isn’t attitude…

She can be neutral

(what reminds me of this reaction of her)

Or they just don’t show her real emotions towards Inojin (like it’s in the last chapter). And we are not able to interpret them. What is hilarious, to be honest...

Of course, Kishimoto can reveal it very soon, and we will see how she adores all his attentions... But right now, it seems like she doesn’t care (in a romantic way) about him.

Maybe because there’s another guy or there isn't a guy at all. Or it can be a situation where there won’t be many interactions between them. It’s just demonstrated Inojin has a thing for Hima. And they’ll just be together in the future or it’ll be shown in the epilogue or something like that.

My main point here is simple… We don’t know.

But for me Himawari deserves a good story. There’s a point of view that having a love interest may hinder her character development. But I don't agree. However, having a love interest in the context of a cheap love story will hinder her character development.

[kevin--of-desert-bluffs]

Kevin and Cecil: doubles, counterparts, twins, some combination?

Reblog for exposure please!

Definitions, for and against arguments, explaination of last option:

Doubles. Definition: exact copies of the citizens of Night Vale and of Desert Bluffs which split from them during the sandstorm. Essentially a newly created clone whose looks, personality and memories were/are identical to each other. For example: Dana is not sure if she's the original Dana or the double, due to the exactness of the memories of being Dana right up to the point of seeing the other Dana. Every double is described as looking, sounding and acting identically to the person they're a double of be it Cecil or Kevin reporting. Lawrence Lavine (Larry Leroy's counterpart but not his double) details the sensation of suddenly feeling like he had two hands scooping sand until there was suddenly two complete versions of him. Evidence for: Both Kevin and Cecil describe a picture of the other sharing their physical likeness, even down to what the other is wearing in the photo matching what the speaker is wearing now (or, posesses at least). Their likeness in looks is also mentioned when they physically meet during the Strex arc. Neither of them spawn any other kind of double, despite the fact that people indoors did still spawn one (such as Dana, and the imagined alive version of Vanessa Kevin seems to insist on manifesting). Kevin says directly that he 'thinks he saw his double' when the two cross back through the vortex. Evidence against: Both existed before the sandstorm, so unless (likely Cecil) spawned a double when he was very young and that double was taken away and raised as Kevin, this is very strange. Cecil doesn't actually say he met his double when seeing Kevin in the vortex.

Counterparts: a term not mentioned in canon but which can be used to explain the relationship between two characters with similar but not necessarily identical names, lives, personality traits and roles/jobs as somebody from the other town. For example: Dana Cardinal/Dan Cardozo, Larry Leroy out on the edge of town/Lawrence Lavine out in the Edgertown Development, Old Woman Josie (full name Josephina)/Grandma Josephine, Pamela Winchell/Pablo Mitchell. The fact that they seem to have similar jobs etc hints that whilst being different people they have made similar decisions in life. Evidence for: Cecil and Kevin share a lot of the same likes and dislikes which is more obvious in the brief glimpses we get of Kevin from before Strex changed him, even Cecil comments on this in Triptych. They both have the same job (obviously). They both didn't experience a creation of a double, but did make identical decisions to go through the vortex showing more likemindedness without being the exact same person (possibly).

Twins: two children born at the same birth (according to Google, but we all know what twins are, right?). Evidence for: If Kevin and Cecil are just twins from a seperated marriage, it could explain why Kevin mostly remembers a dad and Cecil only had a mother and why they're physically identical and somewhat similar in other ways but still different even before Kevin's brainwashing. Kevin mentions having siblings, but his memory of his past is hazy. They could have been split when they were too young to really remember each other and Abby could have her own reasons for not wanting to tell Cecil about Kevin even after the Strex arc and Kevin coming to town.

Evidence against: Although Kevin briefly and unreliably mentions siblings, Cecil doesn't except for Abby. The grown Cecil from Casettes even explicitly says he doesn't have a brother (although he's technically talking about Cal here) which doesn't necessarily invalidate the other points but could do. It seems like something Abby would have mentioned to him at some point though regardless of any reasoning I can think of but people are unreasonable all the time.

Last option: We know there's many timelines and that Cecil is a constant in all of those timelines. If there can be a timeline which is identical except instead of Abby, Cal was born OR a mini version of NV which is now under the bowling alley then why couldn't there be a timeline where Cecil was favoured by a Smiling God and not Huntokar and was raised in DB as Kevin? In the newer episodes, Kevin, refreshed to a child by Carlos' meddling science, has no idea who he's supposed to be and is completely lost. I don't know if that's completely related to this theory but it is interesting.

Facts to possibly ignore for meta reasons: Kevin and Cecil having different names and voices.

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

The Benders

Masterlist

"I know you’re just doing your job, but the police have been here all week already. I don’t see why we have to go through this again. The more he tells the story, the more he believes it’s true." Mrs McKay said to us as Sam, Dean and I were now posing as state policemen. We came here cause a man had gone missing under suspicious circumstances and that Mrs McKay's son had seen what happened.

"Mrs. McKay, we know you spoke with the local authorities." I said as we take off of our hats. "But, uh, this seems like a matter for the state police, so…." Dean said, shrugging. "Don’t worry about how crazy it sounds, Evan. You just tell us what you saw." Sam said to the young boy.

"I was up late, watching TV. When I heard this weird noise." Evan explained. "What did it sound like?" I asked him. "It sounded like….a monster." He replied and the boys and I exchange a look. "Tell the officers what you were watching on TV." Mrs McKay said to him. "Um...Godzilla Vs. Mothra." Evan said and Dean smiles.

"That’s my favorite Godzilla movie. It’s so much better than the original, huh?" Dean said to Evan, excitedly. "Totally." Evan said, smiling. "Yeah." Dean said then he nods towards Sam. "He likes the remake." Dean said. "Yuck!" Evan said, disgusted, while I shake my head and Sam glares at Dean and clears his throat at him.

"Evan, did you see what this thing was?" I asked him. "No. But I saw it grab Mr. Jenkins. It pulled him underneath the car." Evan said. "Then what?" Sam asked him. "It took him away. I heard the monster leaving. It made this really scary sound." Evan said.

"What did it sound like, Evan?" I asked him. "Like this…whining growl." He replied and Sam, Dean and I exchange another look. "Thanks for your time." Sam said to them and we walk out.

That night at Kugel’s Keg, Sam and I were having a beer at a table, doing  some research while Dean was throwing darts. "So, local police have now ruled out foul play. Apparently, there were signs of a struggle." Sam said. "Well, they could be right, it could just be a kidnapping. Maybe this isn’t our kind of gig." Dean said, shrugging. "Yeah, maybe not. Except for this—Dad marked the area, Dean." Sam said and Dean comes to the table and looks at their father’s journal. 

"Possible hunting grounds of a phantom attacker." Sam said. "Why would he even do that?" Dean asked. "Well, he found a lot of local folklore about a dark figure that comes out at night. Grabs people, then vanishes. He found this too—this county has more missing persons per capita than anywhere else in the state." I said. "That is weird." Dean mutters. "Yeah." Sam and I said.

"Don’t phantom attackers usually snatch people from their beds? Jenkins was taken from a parking lot." Dean said. "Well, there are all kinds. You know, Spring Heeled Jacks, phantom gassers. They take people anywhere, anytime. Look, guys, I don’t know if this is our kind of gig either." Sam said. "Yeah, you’re right, we should ask around more tomorrow." I said and Sam nods. "Right." He said as he takes out his wallet.

"I saw a motel about five miles back." He said and Dean holds a hand out. "Whoa, whoa, easy. Let’s have another round." He said to Sam. "We should get an early start." Sam said. "Ah, c'mon, Sammy." I pleaded. "Yeah, you really know how to have fun, don’t you, Grandma?" Dean asked and Sam smiles. 

"Alright, I’ll meet you guys outside, I gotta take a leak." Dean said and he grabs his coat and heads to the bathroom. Sam and I gather up his research then I turn to Sam. "I'm gonna use the bathroom too. Meet you outside." I said and Sam nods as I hand him his stuff and I head to the bathroom.

Minutes later, I walk out of the bar and see Dean by the car looking around, confused. "Dean?" I said as I walk up to him. "What's wrong?" I asked him. "Sam's not here. He left his stuff on the hood." Dean said. "He's not in the car?" I asked him and he shakes his head and begins to walk around the parking lot and I join him.

Then a group of people, who seem really drunk, come out of the bar and we walk up to them. "Hey, you guys been outside, around here in the last hour or so?" Dean asked them and they shake their heads and walk away.

"Sam!" I shout as we look around frantically. "Sammy!" Dean shouts as I turn around and notice a surveillance camera on top of a streetlight. Then Dean and I walk into the middle of the deserted road and look around as we said, with fear. "Sam." 

"So, what can we do for you and your partner, Officer Washington?" Deputy Kathleen asked us after she looked at our fake IDs. We thought maybe the local police could help us with Sam as we couldn't find him at all last night. We introduced ourselves as Officer Greg Washington and Officer Joan Miller.

"We're working a missing persons." Dean replied. "I didn’t know the Jenkins case was being covered by the state police." Kathleen said to us. "Oh, no. No, there’s someone else." I said.

"Actually, it’s my cousin. We were havin’ a few last night at this bar down by the highway. And we haven’t seen him since." Dean said. "Does your cousin have a drinking problem?" She asked us. "Sam? Two beers and he’s doin’ karaoke." I said, jokingly, and she smiles. "No, he wasn’t drunk. He was taken." I said. Kathleen nods and sits down at her computer. Dean and I follow her and sit across from her.

"Alright. What’s his name?" She asked. "Winchester. Sam Winchester." Dean replied and she looks up at us. "Like the rifle?" She asked. "Like the rifle." We said in unison. She types Sam’s name in the computer and brings up his police record.

She observes the page, then clicks on something and reads whatever popped on her computer. "Samuel Winchester. So, you two know that his brother, Dean Winchester, died in St. Louis. And, uh, was suspected of murder." She said as she looks up at us. I glance over at Dean as he tries to look nonchalant.

"Yeah, Dean. Kind of the black sheep of the family. Handsome, though." Dean said and I rolled my eyes. "Debatable." I said and Dean narrows his eyes at me and I give a smirk then stuck my tongue out at him as Kathleen types something else on the computer. "Well, he’s not showing up in any current field reports." She said. "Oh, we already have a lead. Joan, here, saw a surveillance camera by the highway." Dean said as he gestures to me.

"Uh-huh. The county traffic cam?" She asked. "Right. Yeah. We were thinking the camera picked up whatever took him. Or, whoever." I said. "Well, I have access to the traffic cam footage down at the county works department, but—well, anyhow, let’s do this the right way." Kathleen said and she stands up and gets some paperwork from a filing cabinet.

 "Why don’t you fill out a missing persons report and sit tight over here?" She said as she hands Dean a clipboard.

"Officer, look, uh, he’s family. I kind of—I kind of look out for the kid. You gotta let us go with you." Dean pleads. "I’m sorry, I can’t do that." She said and she starts to turn away. "Well, tell me something." I said and she turns to me. "Your county has its fair share of missing persons. Any of ‘em come back?" I asked her and she gives me a sad look.

"Sam’s our responsibility. And he’s comin’ back. We're bringin’ him back." Dean said and she stares at us.

Later, we were sitting on a bench outside as Dean's leg bounced a bit. "Hey..." I said to him as I placed a hand on his shoulder. He looks over at me and I could tell he had a worried look on his face. "We'll find him." I assured him and he nods just as Kathleen comes up, holding some printouts.

"Greg. Joan." She calls out and we stands up. "I think we’ve got something." She said and she hands us the printouts and we look through them. "These traffic cams take an image every three seconds, as part of the Amber Alert program. These images were all taken around the time that your cousin, Sam, disappeared." She said as we see just a bunch of pictures of either empty roads or some passing cars

"This really isn’t what we're looking for." Dean said as he flips through the pictures and I look over at the. "Just wait, wait—next one." Kathleen said and Dean turns the page and we see an image of a rusty truck driving. "This one was taken right after Sam left the bar. Look at the back end of that thing." She said and we do and see the license plates. 

"Now, look at the plates." She said and he turns another page and we see a close-up image of the truck’s license plates. "Oh, the plates look new. It’s probably stolen." I said and Kathleen nods. "So, whoever’s driving that rust bucket must be involved." She said just as we hear a whining noise.

Dean and I turned around and see a beat-up van driving by. "Hear that engine?" Dean asked. "Yeah." Kathleen said as I nod and watch the old van. "Kind of a whining growl, isn’t it?" I asked. "Sure." She said as Dean and I stare at the van as it drives away. "I’ll be damned." I hear Dean mutter then he and I exchange a look.

"Okay, the next traffic cam is fifty miles from here, and the pickup didn’t pass that one, so…." Kathleen said as she drives her cop car and Dean sits in the front seat and I sit in the back. "So, it must’ve pulled off somewhere. I didn’t see any other roads here." I said and Dean nods. "Yeah, neither did I." He said. "Well, a lot of these backwoods properties have their own private roads." She said and Dean sighs at this. "Great." I said, annoyed, as I stare out the window. 

We sat there in silence for a few moments until Kathleen speaks up. "So, guys." She said and Dean and I turn to look at her. "Yeah?" We said. "I ran both of your badge numbers. It’s routine when we’re working a case with state police. For accounting purposes and what have you." She said and I started to bite my lips.

"Mmhmm." Dean hums. "And, uh, they just got back to me." She said and she pulls the car over to the side of the road. "It says here both of your badges were stolen." She said and we look at her surprised.

"And there’s a picture of you." She said as she turns the computer to Dean, where we see a picture of a heavy African-American man.

"And there's a picture of you too." She said and she shows me a picture of an old woman with grey hair. "I lost some weight. And I got that Michael Jackson skin disease." Dean chuckles. "And I dyed my hair and use lots of make-up." I explain as she takes off her seatbelt.

"Okay, would you two step out of the car, please?" She asked us. "Look, look, look." Dean and I said and she stops. "If you wanna arrest us, that’s fine. We’ll cooperate, I swear. But, first, please—let us find Sam." Dean pleads to her. "I don’t even know who you two are. Or if this Sam person is missing." She said. "Look into our eyes and tell us if we're lying about this." I said and she scoffs as she looks between us 

"Identity theft? Both of you are impersonating a couple of officers." She exclaims. "Look, here’s the thing. When we were young, I pretty much pulled him from a fire. And ever since then, I’ve felt responsible for him. Like it’s my job to keep him safe. And she's been helping me in anyway she can. I’m just afraid if we don’t find him fast—" Dean said as his voice breaks. "Please....He’s our family." I plead to her.

"I’m sorry. You two have given me no choice. I have to take both of you in." She said then she glances at her visor. I look at it and see a photo of her and another man, smiling. She looks at it then sighs.

"After we find Sam Winchester." She said as she fastens her seatbelt. Dean looks at her, confused, then to me and I shrug at him as we begin to drive off.