#davis x noor

[rosietrace]

『 Sweetheart 』

Characters: Noor Jawahir, Davidson Novellion

Mentioned: Jamil Viper

Pairing: Noor Jawahir x Ghostface! Davidson Novellion

Prompt: “Why do you wanna know my name?” “Cause I wanna know who I'm looking at.”

TW/Warning(s): Potentially ooc in dialogue and mannerisms, Davis is ghostface in this, he doesn't kill Noor but that should still be brought up, stalking, obsessive behavior, ending is up for interpretation, this is just me trying to get more creative with what I'm writing 😭 viewer discretion is advised

[ Apologies for any out of character moments ]

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▹ †𝆤࿙๋࿙࿚⊱♚⊰࿙࿚๋࿚𝆤† Davidson Novellion, the prince of Shadow

Noor narrowed her eyes, bored beyond belief.

It was currently the middle of the night, and Noor didn't really know what to do. At this point in time, she knew Jamil would scold her about curfews and such.

Not that she'd care. If anything, she'd snark in annoyance and go back to doing what she was doing.

Which was what she was currently doing. Minus the part with Jamil.

Noor walked the empty, quiet, halls of Scarabia while scrolling through her phone.

It's the middle of the night….. She shrugged. Well, it wouldn't hurt to have a little midnight snack.

She looked around to make sure Jamil or any other dorm member was around. And when she confirmed to herself that no one was in sight — she made a beeline for the dorm's kitchen.

As soon as she did, she grabbed a pack of popcorn and started cooking it. Naturally, she had to be careful to not wake up Jamil.

▹ †𝆤࿙๋࿙࿚⊱♚⊰࿙࿚๋࿚𝆤†

Noor didn't know what else to do while setting things up, so she inevitably decided to watch a movie on her computer.

Didn't matter what kind of movie she watched, she just wanted to be entertained.

So, of course, she chose a horror movie.

Until she heard her phone buzz after downloading the movie. Raising an eyebrow, Noor slowly picked up her phone and answered the call.

“.... Hello?” she called out cautiously, awaiting a response.

She got it sooner than expected. “Hello?” hearing the sound of a seemingly normal-sounding person put her at ease a little. Not completely, though.

It was an unknown number, after all. Who wouldn't feel cautious?

Before Noor could say anything, the voice spoke before her. “Who is this?” She took note that the voice was male.

“That's what I should be asking, y'know,” Noor leaned against the counter. “Whose number is this? You trying to call someone?”

“Ah…. Sorry, I think I dialed the wrong number.”

Noor snorted. “It happens,” she assured before hanging up.

And just as quickly as she did, that same unknown number called again. This time, she answered again, slightly more skeptical than before.

“Hello?” she arched an eyebrow, not like the person calling could see her do that.

“You dialed me again, why?” Noor took no time in asking them questions.

“Well,” the man on the other line had a voice that was soft, comforting. “I wanted to apologize.”

“Apology accepted, I guess…?” Noor crossed her arms, tilting her head. “Yeah, well, bye-”

“Wait!” They stopped her before she could hang up. “I wanted to talk to you.”

She shook her head with a smile. “Yeah, well, you've got more than 900 other numbers to do that.”

She hung up, rolling her eyes.

“Honestly…”

▹ †𝆤࿙๋࿙࿚⊱♚⊰࿙࿚๋࿚𝆤†

Noor put on her headphones while waiting for the popcorn to stop cooking — listening to music while doing so.

But then that ringtone rang through her ears, causing her to flinch and narrow her eyes in irritation.

“Hello?” she pursed her lips, exasperated just by hearing the sound of her own phone's ringtone by that point.

She didn't even need to check the number to know who it was. “You again?”

“Yes…. I just wanted to talk to you.”

“Well, why?”

“You tell me your name, and I'll tell you.”

That got a snort out of her. “Well now we gotta get even now,” she walked towards the stove to check the popcorn. “You tell me your name, I'll tell you mine.”

The man chuckled. “Fair,” he suddenly heard the sound of the popcorn. “What's that sound?”

“Popcorn,” Noor replied casually. “Got a problem with me eating popcorn at this hour?”

“Oh no,” it was strange. Noor could practically hear him shake his head in disagreement. “I usually just eat popcorn at the movies. So it surprised me.”

She chuckled. “Oh yeah? Well, I'm getting ready to watch a movie.”

“A movie, huh?”

“Mhm.”

“What kind, then?” they asked.

She leaned against the counter next to the stove. “Oh, y'know just some scary movie.”

“Do you like scary movies?”

The way they asked her made her tense up a bit, but she replied regardless. “I guess?” she shrugged to herself.

“What's your favorite scary movie?” His voice sounded more flirtatious this time. And apparently, Noor was willing to play along.

“Hmm, IT,” she answered. “I liked the clown, I guess.”

“Interesting,” they chuckled on the other line. “I like that movie too.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah….. Wanna try to guess my favorite?”

“Hmmm,” Noor took her time in making her guess. “Nightmare on Elm Street.”

“Huh, good guess and a good choice,” they said. “But, it's wrong. Isn't that movie the one with the guy with like…. Knives for fingers?”

“Yeah, Freddy Krueger,” she confirmed.

She could practically hear him smile. “Yeah, Freddy! I liked that movie, it was scary.”

“Hah, yeah, but the sequels suck.”

They hummed. “So,” they suddenly spoke. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

That's…. An out of nowhere question. Noor thought. But either way, she ended up replying, even if it wasn't a direct answer.

“Why, did you wanna ask me out on a date?”

She smiled upon hearing him chuckle. It seems she's grown fond of this unknown caller rather quickly.

“Maybe,” they responded. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No,” she answered just as quickly as they asked the question. It was odd, really. For Noor to already feel so fond of this person.

That reminded her: She didn't know their name.

“Oh, hang on,” she walked away from the kitchen for a bit. “You never told me your name.”

“Hah, you never told me yours either, sweetheart.”

She couldn't help but feel a warm feeling wash over her at the use of such an affectionate nickname. But she brushed it off to act sly and confident once more.

“Why do you wanna know my name?” she questioned them in a playful tone, leaning against the wall.

“Because I wanna know who I'm looking at.”

Noor's eyes widened, her body separating itself from the wall as she began looking around. “I-I'm sorry, what did you say?” She almost couldn't believe what she just heard.

“I said…. I wanted to know who I'm talking to.”

“Oh, bullshit, that isn't what I heard,” Noor continued looking around, before returning to the kitchen in an almost frantic manner. “I…. I gotta go.”

“Hey, wait, I thought we were gonna go out..”

The sadness in their voice just felt sickeningly unsettling to her now. “Sorry, but, I gotta go,” was all she told him before hanging up.

They rushed back into the kitchen, looking around with a panicked expression donning her face.

Where….. Where is he? She asked herself, eyes still wide.

Suddenly, she heard a sound. Startled, Noor took a knife from the rack to try and bring herself at ease — to know that by holding that knife, she could be safe.

It didn't help.

She heard another sound, and her head whipped toward the direction: The hallway that she just ran out of.

“.... Who's there..?”

Silence. Complete, utter, silence that almost could've put Noor at ease.

But it didn't.

An arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her close while keeping her from yelling anything by covering her mouth.

Her eyes couldn't have gotten any wider than they were now. Still, she was able to look behind her and see the perpetrator.

They wore all black, with an eternally screaming mask. For some reason, Noor could feel their eyes peer through the mask, staring right through her.

Their grip around her was still firm, they removed their hand from her mouth just to reveal their face.

By removing the mask, Noor could feel pain wash over her. To know that the person that could kill her at any moment, who she prolonged a conversation for…

….. Was beautiful.

Dark, pitch-black, hair. Golden eyes peering through her. It was Davis.

Davis Novellion.

He lifted her chin, eyes softening, their lips only inches apart.

“Surprise, sweetheart.”

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[confused-beany]

1. Mira Karasuma (bnha oc)

2. Chiyo Maiko (miraculous oc)

3. Isabel Thompson (from the sidelines)

4. Samantha Buffay (from the sidelines)

5. Colton Davis (from the sidelines)

6. Aniya Nalvr (Necromancy)

7. Varien Gajwak (Necromancy)

8. Jihan Bajin (Necromancy)

9. Hisan Bajin (Necromancy)

10.Kashi Moiri (Necromancy)

11. Claire Harrison (Isekai)

12. Nile Williams (Isekai)

13. Magpie Doberman (Superhero)

14. Ryan Doberman/Jack (Superhero)

15. Radioactive/Radio (Superhero)

16. Natasha Petrov (Spy x Student)

17. Jeff Floyd (Spy x Student)

18. Melissa Floyd (Spy x Student)

19. Heather O'Connor (Spy x Student)

20. Sandra (Adventure)

21. Lucas Von Jafrek (Adventure)

22. Nava (Adventure

23. Romir (Adventure)

24. Queen Laian (Adventure)

25. Kojin (Adventure)

26. Romilda Leben (The One - Trio)

27. Cassius Hitchman (The One -Tro)

28. Sébastien (The Stolen - Trio)

29.Gina Krech (The Stolen -Trio)

30. Leela (The Stolen - Trio)

31. Henry Jamson (The Found -Trio)

32. Linda Krech (The Found - Trio)

33. Gorge Krech (The Found -Trio)

34. Devon ... Miller (Demon)

35. Amara Qinn (Demon)

36.Janice Samford (Demon)

37. Kyle Miller (Demon)

38. Beatrice Rudolph (Demon)

39. Noor Hanelson (Royals)

40. Aaron York of Grashia (Royals)

41. Accius York (Royals)

42. Amelia York (Royals)

43. Duchess Frida Sifka (Royals)

44. Knight Killian (Royals)

45. Marcus (t.b)

46. Nisha (t.b)

Alright, someone send me a number and I will babble a little about my OC or the story they're from. I just really want to talk about my kids.

This is an ask game of sorts. So I'm tagging people

@gentrychild @pocketramblr @cyber-phobia @gwendeeagain @straydogsbungou @queerenteen @alkalinefrog @birdmenanime @emzurl @shigaeru @redrobin-detective

[minnesotaprelawland]

Examining The Charges In The George Floyd Cases

By Brendan Connolly, St. Olaf College Class of 2021

June 13, 2020

The State of Minnesota has acted more swiftly and forcefully while taking action in George Floyd’s death thanother instances involving police misconduct. All four responding officers were fired the day after the incident on May 26th. On May 29th, four days after the event, Derek Chauvin was arrested and charged with 3rddegree murder and 2nddegree manslaughter. In a subsequent press conference, Hennepin County District Attorney Mike Freeman mentioned that Chauvin’s charges mirrored Mohamed Noor’s charges, a former Minneapolis Police Officer who shot and killed Justine Damond in 2017. Freeman was successful in convicting Noor of 3rd degree murder. However, the facts of these two cases are entirely different, so comparing the two does not provide much insight.

Freeman stated, “This is by far the fastest we’ve ever charged a police officer.” [[i]] He added that cases involving police officers can take nine months to a year to charge, likely referencing Noor’s case where it took Freeman’s office eight months to bring charges.[[ii]]Though this fact might speak to the system’s failings rather than a new sense of urgency in the DA’s office.

Of course, the chaos of the protests and riots certainly could have swayed the DA’s office to arrest Chauvin sooner rather than later. However, Freeman maintains that the delay was due to needing to gather more evidence against Chauvin.[[iii]]

Despite Freeman’s self-proclaimed promptness, many were critical of his delay. Before Chauvin was charged, Minneapolis Mayor Jacob Frey argued that if Chauvin weren’t a police officer, he would have been arrested immediately.[[iv]] To justify an arrest, the standard of proof is that there is probable cause that a crime was committed.[[v]]The video clearly depicting Chauvin kneeling on Floyd’s neck for nearly nine minutes, despite his cries for relief, provide more than enough probable cause.[[vi]]

Examining Chauvin’s Initial Charges:

As mentioned above, Freeman charged Chauvin with 3rd degree murder and 2nd degree manslaughter.

3rd degree murder under Minnesota Statute is described as:

(a)  Whoever, without intent to effect the death of any person, causes the death of another by perpetrating an act eminently dangerous to others and evincing a depraved mind, without regard for human life, is guilty of murder in the third degree and may be sentenced to imprisonment for not more than 25 years.[[vii]]

2nd degree manslaughter under Minnesota Statute is described as:

A person who causes the death of another by any of the following means is guilty of manslaughter in the second degree and may be sentenced to imprisonment for not more than ten years or to payment of a fine of not more than $20,000, or both:

(1)  by the person's culpable negligence whereby the person creates an unreasonable risk, and consciously takes chances of causing death or great bodily harm to another; or…[[viii]]

According to the criminal complaint filed by Freeman, these are the clauses Freeman cited to charge Chauvin.[[ix]]

Many experts criticized Freeman’s choice of charges against Chauvin, fearing the charges were too lenient or easy to dismiss. Benjamin Crump, a civil rights attorney representing George Floyd’s family, issued a statement calling for a 1st degree murder charge, a charge that would require proving pre-meditation. [[x]] The ACLU of Minnesota issued a statement describing how 3rd degree murder only applies when the defendant’s actions are not directed at any particular person. [[xi]]Obviously, this is not the case with Chauvin. The ACLU contends that a 3rd degree murder is legally defective in Chauvin’s case, opening the door for him to evade punishment. [[xii]]

Laurence Tribe and Albert Goins echo the ACLU’s criticism and concerns in an article for the Boston Globe, where they describe how “baffled” they were by Chauvin’s 3rd degree murder charge. Tribe, a professor at Harvard Law School, and Goins, a criminal and civil rights attorney in Minnesota, write, “No one remotely familiar with Minnesota law would regard either of those charges as the right ones to bring in this case — a case where, even if intent cannot be proven, a second-degree felony murder charge, punishable by 40 years in prison, is manifestly justified.” [[xiii]]

On May 31st, two days after Freeman charged Chauvin, MN Governor Tim Walzappointed Attorney General Keith Ellison to take the lead in any case related to George Floyd’s death.[15] While Walz claims that he made the decision after talking to Floyd’s family, he was undoubtedly aware of the criticism against Freeman by the public, legal experts, and local representatives. [[xiv]]

Ellison’s impact on the case:

On June 3rd, Keith Ellison upgraded the charges against Chauvin to 2nd degree murder using a “quirk” in Minnesota law, as Tribe and Goins describe it, that permits a 2nd degree murder charge when the defendant commits a separate felony offense that results in the unintentional death of a person. [[xv]]

The updated charges cite the following Minnesota Statute:[[xvi]]  

Whoever does either of the following is guilty of unintentional murder in the second degree and may be sentenced to imprisonment for not more than 40 years:

(1)  causes the death of a human being, without intent to effect the death of any person, while committing or attempting to commit a felony offense other than criminal sexual conduct in the first or second degree with force or violence or a drive-by shooting; or… [[xvii]]

In part due to having more information, Ellison’s complaint is much more detailed than Freeman’s. That being said, there are some notable differences between the two complaints. First, Ellison’s complaint does not describe Floyd as resisting arrest, whereas Freeman’s does.[[xviii]]The fact of when, or if, Floyd resisted arrest will likely prove to be critical in determining the degree of force necessary to make the arrest. Although, based on the video evidence available to the public, it would be shocking if Chauvin’s actions could be justified to any extent. Second, Ellison’s complaint directly blames Chauvin’s actions for Floyd’s death. In contrast, Freeman’s initial complaint speculated that it was a combination of effects exacerbated by his arrest that led to Floyd’s death. Although, this difference between the two complaints can be explained by the Medical Examiner issuing the full report on Floyd’s death after Freeman’s initial complaint. [[xix]]

In addition to the upgraded charges for Chauvin, Ellison also filed charges against Tou Thao, Thomas Lane, and JA Kueng, the three other officers present at the scene, for aiding and abetting 2nd degree murder and 2nd degree manslaughter.

Minnesota Statute describes aiding and abetting a crime as:

A person is criminally liable for a crime committed by another if the person intentionally aids, advises, hires, counsels, or conspires with or otherwise procures the other to commit the crime.[[xx]]

Ben Crump, the Floyd family attorney, voiced his satisfaction and the family’s gratitude with Attorney General Ellison’s swift action in upgrading Chauvin’s charges and arresting the three other officers. [[xxi]]

This case has captured the attention of the world. As the public’s focus will inevitably fade, I will be using this platform for the next several weeks to investigate the legal complexities of this case and cases involving police officers in general.

Stay tuned for next week’s article, where I will be looking into the initial court appearances in all of these cases, as Derek Chauvin’s first appearance in court is scheduled for June 8th. 

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Brendan Connolly is a rising senior at St. Olaf College pursuing a double major in Political Science & Economics with an emphasis in finance. At St. Olaf, Brendan is the Co-Captain of the basketball team, a Contributing Editor atRebuttal, and a member of the Director’s Council for the Institute for Freedom and Community. After graduating, Brendan hopes attend law school and pursue a career in public policy ________________________________________________________________

[i]Higgins, Tucker. “Ex-Minneapolis Cop Charged with Murder in Death of George Floyd.” CNBC, CNBC, 30 May 2020, www.cnbc.com/2020/05/29/former-officer-involved-in-death-of-george-floyd-has-been-arrested.html.

[ii]Nelson, Cody. “Read the Charges against Minneapolis Police Officer Mohamed Noor in Death of Justine Ruszczyk.” MPR News, MPR News, 20 Mar. 2018, www.mprnews.org/story/2018/03/20/inside-the-charges-for-mohamed-noor-shooting-justine-ruszczyk-damond.

[iii]Shen, Aviva. “Protesters Called Minneapolis Officials' Bluff On ‘Investigating’ George Floyd's Killer.” Slate Magazine, 29 May 2020, slate.com/news-and-politics/2020/05/george-floyd-cops-indictment.html.

[iv]Shen, Aviva.

[v]Minnesota House Research Department. “The Arrest and Charging Stage.” Criminal Arrest and Charging - MN House Research, Minnesota Legislature, www.house.leg.state.mn.us/hrd/issinfo/cr-arst.aspx?src=4.

[vi]Shen, Aviva. Slate.

[vii]Sec. 609.195 MN Statutes, Office of the Revisor of Statutes. www.revisor.mn.gov/statutes/cite/609.195.

[viii]Sec. 609.205 MN Statutes,Office of the Revisor of Statutes.www.revisor.mn.gov/statutes/cite/609.205.

[ix]Ries, Brian. “8 Notable Details in the Criminal Complaint against Ex-Minneapolis Police Officer Derek Chauvin.” CNN, Cable News Network, 2 June 2020, www.cnn.com/2020/05/29/us/derek-chauvin-criminal-complaint-trnd/index.html.

[x]Madani, Doha, et al. “Ex-Minneapolis Police Officer Derek Chauvin Charged with Murder in George Floyd Case.” NBC News, NBCUniversal News Group, 2 June 2020, www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/minneapolis-police-officers-derek-chauvin-arrested-george-floyd-case-n1216011.

[xi]Davis, Sarah, and Lynette Kalsnes. “The Legal Rights Center and ACLU of Minnesota Demand Immediate Amendment of the Charges in the Derek Chauvin Criminal Complaint and Appointment of a Special Prosecutor.” ACLU of Minnesota, 2 June 2020, www.aclu-mn.org/en/press-releases/legal-rights-center-and-aclu-minnesota-demand-immediate-amendment-charges-derek

[xii]Davis, Sarah, and Kalsnes, Lynette.

[xiii]Tribe, Laurence H, and Albert Turner Goins. “Minnesota Prosecutor's Charges Might Lead to an Unjustly Easy Sentence for George Floyd's Killer - The Boston Globe.” Boston Globe, The Boston Globe, 1 June 2020, www.bostonglobe.com/2020/05/31/opinion/minnesota-prosecutors-charges-might-lead-an-unjustly-easy-sentence-george-floyds-killer/.

[xiv]Forliti, Amy. “Walz: Minnesota Attorney General to Take Lead in Floyd Case.” Star Tribune, Star Tribune, 1 June 2020, www.startribune.com/minnesota-attorney-general-to-assist-in-george-floyd-case/570910352/.

[xv]Tribe, Laurence H, and Albert Turner Goins.Boston Globe. 1 June 2020.

[xvi]“Read the Amended Charges against Ex-Minneapolis Police Officer Derek Chauvin.” Star Tribune, Star Tribune, 3 June 2020, www.startribune.com/read-the-amended-charges-against-ex-minneapolis-officer-derek-chauvin/570991071/?refresh=true.

[xvii]Sec. 609.19 MN Statutes, Office of the Revisor of Statutes. www.revisor.mn.gov/statutes/cite/609.19.

[xviii]Turtinen, Melissa. “A Look at the Differences in the Charges Filed against Derek Chauvin.” Bring Me The News, 4 June 2020, bringmethenews.com/minnesota-news/a-look-at-some-of-the-differences-between-the-criminal-complaints-filed-against-derek-chauvin.

[xix]Turtinen, Melissa. Bring Me The News, 4 June 2020s-filed-against-derek-chauvin.

[xx]Sec. 609.05 MN Statutes,Office of the Revisor of Statutes. www.revisor.mn.gov/statutes/2019/cite/609.05.

[xxi]Higgins, Tucker. “3 More Cops Charged in George Floyd Death, Other Officer's Murder Charge Upgraded.” CNBC, CNBC, 4 June 2020, www.cnbc.com/2020/06/03/3-more-cops-charged-in-george-floyd-death-other-officers-murder-charge-upgraded.html.

[faith-in-dean]

Happy Anniversary

Summary: For your anniversary, Mick decided to wake you up in a special way. Words: 700 Pairing: Mick Davies x Reader Warnings: Smut, Oral Sex (Female receiving) Square Filled: Cunnilingus A/N: Never thought I’d have to say this again but feedback is appreciated y’all!

Written for @spnkinkbingo 

Light kisses and gentle touches slowly woke you from your sleep, you didn't need to know the time to know it was way too early.

It seemed as if the sun only just came up and you knew that was way too early to be awake. Just what was going on in Mick’s head to wake you so early.

“Mick,” you mumbled, squirming a little as you tried to get out of his touches to go back to sleep.

“Just relax,” Mick's thick accent came through even more, seeing as he must've just woken up as well and as if his words turned a switch inside you, you just relaxed.

Mick's hands were soft as ever as they slowly roamed across your body, leaving gentle strokes on your sensitive skin. His mouth was peppering kisses all over your shoulders, making a slight shiver run down your spine.

As if he never touched you before, his hands explored every inch of your skin before they slowly moved up to your breasts, massaging the soft flesh.

It was usual for the two of you to just sleep naked. The bedroom often was too warm either way and the two of you loved the skin on skin contact while falling asleep. Besides, it made things like this just way easier.

Very soft and quiet hums left your mouth as Mick continued his work at appreciating your body with his touches and kisses as if he had never done so before. Gently one of his hands pressed you down to lay on your back, hands now roaming all over your stomach and beginning to roam over your thighs.

You noticed just the slightest movement beside you. The sheets that covered you, lightly lifting up but you didn’t bother to open your eyes and see what was going on. Just in the next moment, you felt it anyway.

His mouth was now on your stomach as his hands slowly parted your legs for him to settle in between them. Soft hands were now roaming all over your thighs and waist, leaving light tingles in their wake whenever he would stop moving them.

The light stubble on Mick’s face was lightly tickling your skin as he moved down to kiss your thighs, taking all the time he needed to pay each and every spot of your skin special attention. And you loved everything about it.

And finally, once he had taken all his time devouring mostly all parts of your body, his mouth began working at your core. Ever so lightly he mouthed kisses against your skin before he used some of his fingers to spread your labia, his tongue beginning to lick long but delicious stripes across your sex.

Mick always had been the best at this. No man you had ever been with had such a skilled tongue and mouth as Mick. And you were more than happy to call this man your husband.

He knew exactly which spots would make you squirm, which would make you ache for more and he used that knowledge expertly.

Mick would build you up until you were moaning, begging for more until he would finally give you the rest.

His tongue pushed into you, swirling around, moving in just the right way for a while before it was replaced with two of his fingers and Mick’s mouth was now latching onto your clit, treating it just oh too well.

With just the right movement of his fingers accompanied by the sensations of his mouth on your clit, he had you hit your release in no time. As he would always do, he had drawn out your orgasm until you were shaking with every bit of it before he finally let you come down.

Finally, you opened your eyes when you felt Mick crawl up the bed again, his hair was all ruffled now due to the movement under the sheets.

“Happy anniversary,” he mumbled before capturing your lips in his, the taste of yourself on him making you moan out and flip him over.

“Happy anniversary, beloved,” you whispered back as you straddled his hips, sure to make his morning just as special as he made yours.

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[balkantimes]

Nazad u budućnost: BLM prevazilazi Obamu i vraća se Malcolmu X

Danas u pokretu Životi crnaca su važni svjedočimo historijskom vraćanju Malcolmu X.

Hamid Dabashi

Dok vijesti o tome da su Donald Trump i njegova supruga Melania zaraženi korona virusom potresaju kičmu američke i globalne politike, stabilne ostaju nevolje i obećanja najprincipijelnijeg i najrevolucionarnijeg ustanka u ovoj naciji: Životi crnaca su važni.

Zanemarimo dakle statičku buku svakodnevnih vijesti i očajničke pokušaje Trumpove kampanje da pretvori predsjednikovu dijagnozu u izbornu prednost, i fokusirajmo se na ono što traje.

Prvog septembra, nekoliko sedmica prije nego što je ležerno rekao nasilnim bijelim supremacističkim bandama među svojim pristalicama „da pričekaju i budu u pripravnosti“ – vjerovatno dok ne dobiju drugačije naredbe – Trump se potrudio da osudi ustanak Životi crnaca su važni. „To je tako diskriminirajuće“, rekao je Trump za ono što se s pravim smatra možda „najvećim pokretom u američko historiji“. To je „marksistička organizacija“, upozorio je on svoje pristalice.

„Marksistička organizacija?“ Da je barem: lideri pokreta Životi crnaca su važni imaju pred sobom urnek za svoj rad.

Dugi luk historije

Historija se ne razvija linearno. Ona ide cik-cak, regresira, spotiče se, dok ne dosegne tačku spoznajne promjene.

U Egiptu je karizmatična grmljavina Gamala Abdel Nassera vremenom dovela do diktature Abdel Fattaha el-Sissija. U Indiji je legendarna i gotovo svetačka ličnost Mahatme Gandhija koji je vodio antikolonijalnu borbu vremenom rezultirala ubiačkim hinduističko-supremacističkim fašizmom Narendre Modija. U Iranu je antikolonijalna borba predvođena Mohammadom Mosaddeghom vremenom porodila reakcionarnu Islamsku Republiku kojom vlada vod militantnih mula. U Siriji je obećavajuća politička filozofija Michela Aflaqa vremenom rezultirala ubilačkim režimom Bashara al-Assada.

Mogli bismo nastaviti ovako nabrajati, ali poenta je ovdje SAD, gdje je revolucionarna karizma Malcolma X porodila reakcionarni liberalizam Baracka Obame.

Američki liberali kojima je muka od Trumpa na predsjedničkoj poziciji slave Obamin govor na nacionalnoj konvenciji Demokratske stranke u avgustu, u kojem je sa suzama podržao svog bivšeg potpresjednika Joe Bidena, kao definirajući trenutak za njihov plan da poraze Trumpa i vrate „Americi dostojanstvo“.

Ali američko dostojanstvo ne može biti „vraćeno“ biranjem istrošenog liberalnog činovnika kakav je Biden. Američko dostojanstvo, danas više nego ikad, je u principijelnom i dostojanstvenom ustanku Životi crnaca su važni. Obama i njegova podrška Bidenu nisu ništa drugo do prepreke za daleko superiorniju politiku oslobođenja koja se odvija na ulicama i u kritičkoj svijesti najboljih Amerikanaca.

Obama je ćorsokak

Trump je najgore od Amerike, ali nije jedini. Jedan od dva birača je glasao za njega 2016, i kakvi god bili rezultati izbora 2020, on i dalje ima lojalnost miliona Amerikanaca koji dijele njegov nepokajnički rasizam i fanatizam. Trump predstavlja rasistički fašizam koji je duboko ukorijenjen u američko društvo i historiju.

Protiv ukorijenjenog rasizma ustao je pokret Životi crnaca su važni – etički principijelan, moralno ispravan i sa snažnom moći historije na svojoj strani. Ali borba ovog pokreta nije samo protiv Trumpa, već i protiv lažne ličnosti Obame i onoga što on predstavlja.

„Mladi crnci su eksplodirali pobunom zbog grotesknog ubistva Georgea Floyda“, piše Keeanga-Yamahtta Taylor u nedavnom mišljenju za New York Times, „sada svjedočimo najširem protestnom pokretu u američkoj historiji. A ipak je odgovor izabranih zvaničnika crnaca oprezan i neinspirativan.“

Taylor, koji je profesor afroameričkih studija na Univerzitetu Princeton, veoma je kulturan, razborit i darežljiv. Odgovor izabranih crnih zvaničnika koje predvodi Obama na ovaj pokret je bio pozitivno reakcionaran i graniči sa svjesnom izdajom onoga što ustanak Životi crnaca su važni može postići.

Profesor Taylor s pravom optužuje i Kongresno vijeće crnaca i Obamu da pokušavaju gurnuti ustanak Životi crnaca su važni na mlitave i uglavnom uzaludne margine izborne politike, što je historijski funkcionisalo kao diverzijska taktika da se uguši i raspe svaki progresivni čin političkog ustanka.

Uzaludnost izborne politike

Za historijski razvoj ustanka Životi crnaca su važni, Obama nije rješenje već problem. Evo i zašto: ovo čemu danas svjedočimo u pokretu Životi crnaca su važni je historijski povratak Malcolmu X, zaobilazeći generaciju koja je kulminirala Barackom Obamom i njegovom predsjedničkom pozicijom liberalnog imperijalizma.

Historijski, osim nadvisujuće ličnosti Malcolma X, Pokret za građanska prava je pogođen iscrpljujućom ograničenošću koja je zanemarivala globalnu scenu, zabranivši ograničenu zabrinutost za globalne posljedice rata u Vijetnamu.

Legendarni govor koji je Martin Luther King Jr. održao o rasizmu, militarizmu i siromaštvu u crkvi u Riversideu 4. aprila 1967, naprimjer, jedina je prilika kada je on razmatrao više globalni okvir Pokreta za građanska prava. Njegov dvosmisleni stav po pitanju aparthejdne države Izrael, čak i ako ostavimo po strani krivotvoreno pismo koje su mu cionisti pripisali, ostaje ozbiljan kompromis za njegov moralni status.

Ali danas, s ličnostima poput Alice Walker, Cornela West i Angele Davis, prisutna je daleko veća globalna svijest o nepravdi evidentna u stavu BLM-a o militarizmu i njegovoj cionstičkoj gestaciji. Ova činjenica vraća pokret Životi crnaca su važni na mapu koju je iscrtao Malcom X za budućnost oslobođenja crnaca – ne samo SAD, već i Afrika i Latinska Amerika i Azija su bile domene revolucionarnog razmišljanja Malcolma X.

Suprotno današnjem globalnom shvatanju nepravde koja je u suštini ustanka Životi crnaca su važni, centristička izborna politika koju Obama agresivno provodi je Ahilova peta ovog pokreta i lažni izgovor za daleko superiornije i hitnije kritičko razmišljanje i velike socijalne proteste.

Razmotrite lamentiranje Cornela Westa kada je u pitanju tužno Obamino naslijeđe: „Ponovo smo izašli na ulice sa Životi crnaca su važni i drugim grupama i otišli smo u zatvor jer smo protestovali protiv policije koja ubija mlade crnce. Protestovali smo kada su izraelske odbrambene snage ubile više od 2000 Palestinaca [uključujući 550 djece] za 50 dana. A Obama je odgovorio riječima o teškoj borbi policajaca...i sa dodatnih 225 miliona dolara finansijske podrške izraelskoj vojsci. Obama nije ni riječ prozborio o mrtvoj palestinskoj djeci ali jeste nazvao baltimorsku omladinu 'kriminalcima i siledžijama'.“

Izborna politika nam je dala Obamu prije 12 godina, i sada nam daje njegovu žensku verziju u Kamali Harris. Dva reakcionarna liberala, fanatični centristi, nepokoljebljivi cionisti, jedan je dozvolio da nasilna i militarizirana policija napada crnačke zajednice bez kazne pod njegovim vođstvom, a druga je pomogla i podsticala masovno zatvaranje i kriminaliziranje mladih crnaca tokom svoje karijere. Obama i Harris sahranjuju uspomenu na Malcolma X i pretvaraju njegovo karizmatično prisustvo u muzejski relikt.

Zaobilazeći Obamu i njemu slične, svjedoci smo seizmičke promjene, a Život crnaca su važni je samo srce toga. S nama je nova generacija hrabrih i briljantnih lidera, kako nas profesor Taylor podsjeća, „žene poput Mary Hooks iz Southerners on New Ground u Atlanti i Miski Noor i Kandace Montgomery iz the Black Vision Collective u Minneapolisu” koji ponovo artikulišu sasvim drugačiju viziju svoje Amerike. Svijet mora zaobići liberalno bubnjanje centrističkih reakcionara kao što su Obama, Biden i Harris i slušati ove mlade lidere.

Danas su kritičke veze između generacije Harriet Tubman, Fredericka Douglassa, Rose Parks, WEB DuBoisa, Malcolma X, Martina Luthera Kinga Jr-a, Medgar Eversa, Ruby Bridges i brojnih drugih i mladih lidera pokreta Životi crnaca su važni gorostasne ličnosti Cornela Westa, Angele Davis i Alice Walker – svi oni su nedvosmisleno među vodećim glasovima koji hrabro staju u odbranu pravde za palestinsko pitanje. To nije samo borba za pravdu za palestinsko pitanje. To je jednako borba za pravdu prema pokretu Životi crnaca su važni.

Stavovi izraženi u ovom tekstu autorovi su i ne odražavaju nužno uredničku politiku Al Jazeere.

Izvor

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『 A little too distracted 』

Ocs featured: Maria Alarik, Noor Jawahir(Both by @windbornearchon), Lancelot Novellion, Davis Novellion

Pairing(s): Maria x Lance, Noor, Davis

Synopsis: It was meant to just be a normal day together. So why was Maria trying to avoid looking anywhere below Lance's collarbone?

Warning(s): Maria being thirsty, Noor being shameless about being thirsty, Davis /j, Lance being oblivious (affectionate), potentially ooc

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▹ †𝆤࿙๋࿙࿚⊱♚⊰࿙࿚๋࿚𝆤† Lancelot Novellion, the servant

How this situation even happened? Well, that was honestly beyond Maria's comprehension at this point.

The original plan was to just, y'know, watch her boyfriend - Lance - spar with his older brother. Said older brother also brought along his girlfriend, Noor. A double date, of sorts.

After sparring, they all probably would've gone their separate ways and done their own thing together. Noor and Davis would be bitching about everyone - and each other -, and Maria and Lance would get some quality time together playing…. Chess, or something. Watching a movie was also on the table.

That was meant to happen. Not…. Whatever actually happened.

Maria sat down next to Noor on the bench of the arena. She was simultaneously bewildered and unsurprised that RSA even had a training arena.

Noor whistled. “Well damn, looks like Davis is showing off,” she murmured just loud enough for only Maria to hear.

Maria arched a brow. “Are….. Are you checking him out?”

“Well, obviously, what did you think I was doing? Gawking at the concrete?” Noor shot back with a shameless grin. “Besides, you'd be checking out your boyfriend if given the chance.”

“That's too bold of an assumption, don't you think?”

“Nope. Not really, I just know that you know that we both know that both Novellion brothers are our water for even the hottest of deserts.”

Maria scrunched her nose at the implications. “Noor, I knew you were straightforward, but still-”

She was cut off. “Sorry, bloody Mary, but I say what I wanna say,” her eyes softened a little, upon seeing Davis preparing his blade for the match. “.... I guess that's what made me fall for him.”

Maria chuckled in amusement, endeared by the fact that - no matter how much she makes fun of him - Noor loves Davis. In a way, it reminded her of how Lance loved her.

Speaking of Lance….

Noticing that Maria wasn't paying much attention, Noor smirked deviously. “Speak of the devil,” she crossed her arms, giving the girl right next to her the side eye.

Confused, Maria looked in the direction Noor was looking and felt her jaw almost drop to the ground.

It was obviously Lance, Maria knew that much. But what was so shocking was that, well, he was wearing a tank top. His blazer was tied around his waist, and he was wearing the fingerless gloves that Maria had bought for him during one of their little shopping sprees.

He was breathtaking, and Maria practically felt her face go red upon seeing how well his body fit into the tank top.

Noor's smirk widened. “Aren't you the one who called me too ‘bold’?” she just barely managed to stifle her laughter. “Looks like the tables have turned on ya, Maria.”

Before she could retort back, Maria's head whipped towards Lance as he sent her a wave - And a gentle smile.

As a response, Maria waved back, smiling as well. Sure, she was a little flustered and this was a bit too uncharacteristic of her to do, but it wasn't like she was gonna be like this the whole time, right?

Wrong. Absolutely fucking wrong.

The moment Davis and Lance started sparring, all Maria's mind could do was take her back to the sight of Lance's muscles tensing as the grip on his sword tightened itself.

She gulped. This feels embarrassing…. She thought.

Not the fact that Lance was sparring, per se. More so the fact that she was shamelessly watching him - or more specifically, his arms - so intently.

Noor was a different story. Compared to Maria, who was trying to be discreet, she was utterly shameless.

She whistled loudly. “WOO! KICK HIS ASS, DAVY JONES!” Noor exclaimed, eyes sparkling as Davis deflected the thrusting of Lance's sword with his leg.

As a reply, Davis grunted with a determined grin. “Depends on the results of this match, Apollonia!” he parried another one of his brother's attacks.

Giggling, Noor rested her head on her hand. “Arrogant dork..” the tenderness in her voice contradicted what she said.

And Maria? Well……

In comparison, she was more or less silently cheering Lance on. It was better than accidentally loudly proclaiming how well-toned he was.

As the match reached its end, Lance dug his sword into the ground, now on one knee with his head hung low and his hands tightly gripping the blade's handle.

Davis panted, sheathing his sword back into its holster. “You did well, brother,” he declared, offering Lance a hand. “Although I doubt you'll be able to beat me any time soon.”

Lance huffed, accepting his brother's hand, and stood up. “We'll see about that, Davis.”

Letting go of his hand, Davis shrugged. “I'm not the one breathing heavily like they ran a marathon.”

Shaking his head, Lance bit back a smile of endearment. They both called off the match, declaring it a tie (even though Davis wanted himself to win).

Lance approached Maria while Davis walked up to Noor. He was adjusting his gloves, noticing how much they shifted in their position while he was sparring.

“How was I? I hope I didn't worry you too much,” Lance asked, his voice matching his apologetic expression. “I know you've seen me spar a couple of times before this, but still..”

Maria chuckled, trying to avert her eyes from Lance's upper torso. “Well, I'm just glad you didn't get a scar on your abdomen..” she laughed awkwardly after that.

Lance arched a brow at her after finishing the adjustments of his gloves. “Hm? Well, I doubt that would happen, but I can understand why you'd be worried about that.”

And of course, Lance was oblivious. He definitely noticed how red Maria's cheeks were, though.

▹ †𝆤࿙๋࿙࿚⊱♚⊰࿙࿚๋࿚𝆤†

Okay, maybe Lance isn't as oblivious as originally thought.

Maria's reddened cheeks were a start, sure. But the fact that she was absolutely doing everything in her power to stop herself from looking below his neck was what concerned him.

And by that - Yes. She was trying to pry those kinds of thoughts out of her brain as they made their way to Terrovania to watch a movie together.

Seriously, what's up with me lately? Maria wondered, embarrassed in every fiber of her body. All because of Lance and his…

She shook her head. No, Maria. Self-control.

Once they arrived at Terrovania, Lance let Maria choose the movie and plopped down on her bed.

He squinted his eyes a little, pursing his lips as Maria was setting up. She's been…. Awfully avoidant since the spar ended.

He looked off to the side, somewhat nervous. Did I do something wrong?

He didn't have time to answer that question for himself, as Maria soon sat down next to him - yet kept a significant distance - and played the movie.

Silence was what had occurred for most of the first half, with the occasional comment about how stupid the two main leads are.

It would be an otherwise normal date had it not been for the fact that Maria would steal glances at Lance, blush, and look away while shaking her head.

Nearing the middle of the movie, Lance unexpectedly paused it. Maria flinched at the sudden action and turned to Lance. “What was that for?” she questioned.

At first, silence was the only thing she got but eventually Lance would follow up her question with one of his own.

“Are you mad at me?”

Maria's eyebrows raised, her eyes wider than saucers, and she felt her shoulders jolt up ever so slightly. “Eh?”

Lance tilted his head, frowning. “Is it because of the spar I had with my brother?” he asked again. “Because if so…”

Maria interjected before he could continue. “Wha- Don't be ridiculous, it isn't because of that!”

“Then what, Maria? You've been avoiding the idea of even looking at me ever since the match ended. Did I do something wro-”

“Ah, sevens damn it, I got distracted!” Maria blurted out. Upon realizing she did, she slapped her hand over her hand.

Lance's lips parted before he spoke again. “Pardon? Distracted by what?”

“Um….” Maria let out a dry, awkward, laugh. “You're gonna think my reason is silly-”

“Maria,” Lance rested his hand over hers. “I just want to know. Your feelings and in general, all your emotions, matter. Just as much as mine do.”

Sentimental as his words may have been, it still took a while for hesitant little Maria to even begin to utter the sentence she was about to say.

“..... I'm gonna be honest here,” Maria moved closer to Lance, leaning against his chest to cover the embarrassment on her face. “... I found you, particularly your arms…. Attractive.”

She was met with an eerie silence right after, and Maria contemplated if Lance just- Didn't want anything to do with her anymore for even thinking such thoughts about him!

But what did she get? Lance stifling his laughter as he pulled Maria closer to his chest, kissing the top of her head in amusement.

“Hah, Maria…” he lifted her chin, so gentle, so unwavering with the tender look in his eyes. “You give me so many more reasons to love and be amused by you, with each passing day.”

Her eyebrows raised a little, and even she could tell that her pupils were dilating. Regardless, Maria closed her eyes, relishing in Lance's touch with a soon-to-be devious smile.

“I could say the same for you too, Lancey.”

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『 Thunderstorm comforts 』

Ocs featured: Roya Callistis, Gwendolyn Schnee(@starry-night-rose), Davidson Novellion, Noor Jawahir(@windbornearchon)

Synopsis: Roya hasn't seen Gwen since the storm started.... Where is she?

Warning(s): Implications of trauma, thunderstorm, Davis being an annoying fuck /j , potentially ooc

{ Apologies for any out of character moments }

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▹ †𝆤࿙๋࿙࿚⊱♚⊰࿙࿚๋࿚𝆤† Roya Callistis, the fallen prince

Where is she?

That was what Roya thought, constantly wandering the halls of his own castle just to search for Gwen.

His beautiful Gwen.

“I haven't seen her ever since the storm…” Roya murmured, furrowing his eyebrows as he continued walking.

He soon ran into Noor and Davis.

Pursing his lips, he awkwardly approached the two of them. In response, Davis audibly clicked his tongue before Noor could give him a look of amused disapproval.

“Um…” Roya thought about what he was going to say before continuing. “Have you two seen Gwen?”

Before Davis could open his mouth and make a sarcastic comment, Noor replied to Roya.

“Sorry, Roy-Roy, but we haven't,” she said, soon deciding to cover Davis' mouth before he could say…. Anything. “Alas, it appears you also haven't seen her.”

Davis rolled his eyes. “Wow, Noor, thanks for stating the obvious,” his words were muffled, but Noor's hand wasn't enough for Roya to not be able to understand what his cousin was saying.

“Ignore that,” Noor interrupted. “Why are you looking for Gwen, anyway? Would've thought you two and your lovesick puppy following would always be together.”

Sure, Roya narrowed his eyes when Noor called him and Gwen ‘lovesick puppies’. And yes, he may have blushed a little when she said they'd always be around each other.

But at that moment, that was the least of his worries.

“I'm afraid that isn't the case at the moment,” though flustered, Roya's vocabulary remained the same. “I haven't seen her since the start of the thunderstorm.”

Humming, Noor began pondering why that was the case. All of a sudden, in an effort to remove her hand from his mouth, Davis licked the back of it before making a beeline past Roya.

Gasping in horror, Noor began following him. “GET BACK HERE, ASSHOLE-” she stopped herself from following him to tell Roya:

“Hope you find your snow queen, snow king.”

And with that, she began running across the castle halls towards Davis, determined to get vengeance for him licking the back of her hand.

Roya watched her chase after his cousin until they were out of his line of sight. When that happened, he sighed, looking at the ground.

I wonder….. Roya thought. Where could she be?

He had already searched most parts of the castle that she frequents. Such as: The kitchen, the outside gardens(or at least what can be seen of it from the inside), the indoor gardens, his room….

And then it hit him. There was one part of the castle that he had yet to search.

Gwen's guest room.

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Roya blushed in embarrassment as he entered Gwen's room. It wasn't because he witnessed something embarrassing, but rather he was embarrassed about intruding on her personal quarters.

He made sure to remind himself to apologize to Gwen for intruding once he found her.

As he opened the door, he heard a thump.

Flinching ever so slightly, the weight of the holster on his waist suddenly became prevalent in Roya's subconscious.

But then….

“Ah- Ow…”

His guard lowered, hearing a familiar, soft, and sheepish voice. “Gwen?” he called out curiously.

He was replied to with silence.

He called out again. “Gwen?”

Silence yet again. Before he could utter her name a third time, he heard a soft sob.

From Gwen's voice, under the bed.

Immediately, Roya checked under the bed, to find Gwen curled up underneath - tears falling down her cheeks as she hugged her knees.

“.... Gwen?”

Suddenly, Gwen looked Roya in the eye. “R-Roya!” she finally said, wiping any tears on her face to hastily leave the bottom of the bed.

“U-Um…” Both of them knew she was struggling to say something. “Y-You weren't supposed to see that-”

She was pulled into a hug by Roya. A tight, yet comforting, hug.

And the tears filled the brim of her eyes once more.

“.... Are you okay?” Roya asked, pulling away and gently grasping Gwen's shoulders. “Did something happen?”

Remaining ever so sheepish, Gwen hesitantly shook her head. “I-It's fine…”

Roya frowned. “Gwen, you and I both know that it isn't fine.”

“R-Roya please,” she stepped back, turning her back on him and looking down at the carpet. “I-I don't want to argue over-”

The sound of thunder booming cut her off. In an instant, Gwen was down on her knees, covering her ears for dear life.

Quiet, vulnerable sobs were what Roya heard next.

And that was when he realized - Why she hadn't been seen ever since the thunderstorm started.

“Gwen…,” he went on one knee, pulling her close to his chest. “... Are you afraid of the lightning?”

Gwen gulped, nearing the brink of breaking down into sobs. “I-I-”

The crackles of thunder soon returned, and she felt her breath hitch while grabbing onto Roya as if her life depended on it.

Saddened by her current state, Roya repositioned himself in a way that had Gwen on his lap while he sat on the ground, holding her close to his chest.

“Hey….” his voice was but a whisper. Soft, gentle. “It's okay… I'm here..”

She sobbed into his shoulder, all the more afraid of the thunder that kept on crackling as the moment went on.

Roya let out a breath, rubbing circles on Gwen's back as he shushed her into a state of comfort.

“Shhh…” he could care less about the tears that stained his clothes. At the moment, Gwen and her feelings were what mattered.

He kissed the top of her head.

“It's going to be okay.”

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Davidson Novellion — Thoughts on Noor Jawahir

Second half of this ask 😈😍

Character Featured: Davidson Novellion

Mentioned: Noor Jawahir(@windbornearchon), Lancelot Novellion

Pairing: Davidson Novellion x Noor Jawahir

Warning(s): Potentially ooc, Davis being Davis, ✨violence✨ for Noor’s sake, Lance has no idea what to do with these mfs anymore 💀 bro just gave up, manipulation

[ Apologies for any out of character moments ]

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“Hah! She's hilarious to be around, trust me… Ugh, shut up, you just can't handle her the way I can.”

— Davidson Novellion

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Non-verbal Thoughts

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「 General Thoughts 」

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ It's wild. How the hell do they get along so well, but bicker so goddamn often-?

➜ I don't think anyone expected them to be friends, let alone start dating. If it had been anyone else with a personality like Noor's, Davis probably would've lost his mind out of sheer irritation.

➜ Weirdly enough, that doesn't seem to be the case for him and Noor. He even acts upon her mischievous nature! Even if it causes a couple puncture wounds on his ego…

➜ It's weird to think about it, I know, but Davis unironically has a soft spot for her! He loves spending time with her, flirting and pranking with her, bitching about everyone with her, the list could go on!! He just loves her so fucking much, it's kinda disgusting 💀

➜ May the Seven help Noor, because she's going to be bombarded with gifts from Davis. Outside of quality time, Davis' love language happens to be gift-giving!... What do you mean Noor's running out of storage space because of him-

➜ He's showering her in pretty much everything she could ever want. No expense is spared, and Lance silently dies inside when he sees his brother eyeing something suitable for Noor.

➜ Swordsmanship buddies! Davis initiates PDA when he's helping her learn more about the craft he so adores!! He rizzes her up, and it's hit or miss depending on Noor's mood /j

➜ Davis is having a bad day? What do you know, so is Noor! They hang out a lot, especially after they started dating, just so they could bring some light into their darkest days.

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「 Interactions 」

❐ They definitely met in one of the most out of pocket scenarios ever. No idea how, but they definitely did. It probably ended with Davis trying to rizz her up for manipulation’s sake and failing miserably.

➜ They get along surprisingly quickly! Hell, it astonishes even them that they got along so well.

➜ Davis willingly endures the scorching heat of Scarabia, just so he can visit Noor. It's a stark contrast to the icy lands of Blackheart, but he's willing to put up with it to see his girlfriend.

➜ Noor clowns him for his horse girl obsession. And I can't blame her, because man wtf are you on, Davis 💀💀

➜ Unconventional(???) confession. Davis was teaching her how to use a longsword, whispered an ‘I love you’, and got elbowed in the abdomen because of how shocked Noor was at the — frankly out of nowhere — confession. They kiss after that, dw.

➜ He's defending her, through and through. Anyone who tries talking down on his girl is gonna have a sword against their throat, one way or another.

➜ I like to think that Noor makes jewelry for Davis once they start dating! I also think that Davis refuses to take them off, and uses them as a ‘good luck’ charm for sword-fighting tournaments.

➜ Lance is happy for them overall, but like…. 💀 He genuinely can't handle being in a room with them for too long, it tests his sanity, and he hates it.

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[faith-in-dean]

When We Were Young - Part Five

Summary: Mick Davies has been like a friend to you since you were a kid and decided to sneak out of school to spend time with him. Unfortunately, though you got caught and that way, got separated from Mick. Up to this day, you were saddened that you couldn’t do more for him. Until you happened to come across him on your vacation in America.

Words: 1165

Pairing: Mick Davies x Reader

Warnings: Smut, oral sex (female receiving),abusive relationship, insults

A/N: It’s been a while and I’m sorry for that, I’ve just been lacking inspiration and motivation to continue this series or to write anything at all lately.

Masterpost

One part of your brain yelled at you to back away. It yelled at you to get away from Mick as quick as you could. It told you the kiss was wrong and should have never happened. But then there was that other part of you. That bigger part of you, making this feel so right, making you want this so bad, making you want Mick. It made you want more.

Once the shock of your previous kiss passed and you finally managed to move again, one of your hands reached for Mick’s neck, pulling him in for a deep kiss. Just by the way he returned it, you knew just how much he wanted this just as much as you did.

The kiss was slow but passionate at first before Mick deepened it, soon pushing his tongue into your mouth, exploring every inch of you before your tongues fought for dominance.

While you would have loved to take the upper hand on this, you decided to let Mick take over, let him offer you everything he had to give.

The movie had been long forgotten as clothes were being discarded to the ground, only leaving you in your panties and Mick in his briefs. Just like his hands, Mick’s lips were soft as they travelled down your body, peppering your body with kisses, the scruff on his face tickling your soft skin whenever he reached one of your sensitive and ticklish spots.

He was just how you imagined him to be with you. So soft and gentle, making sure you were okay with everything he did, even asking for permission to take off the last piece of clothing keeping you from being completely exposed to him.

But once you were completely naked, he took in your form, a soft smile spreading across his face while his eyes turned dark with desire. Gently Mick settled in between your legs, his mouth just very slightly latching onto your clit at first, though still enough to send a shiver through your whole body.

From second to second his movements became harder, yet not too hard. His fingers joined Mick’s mouth, slowly dipping two of his fingers into your slowly wettening entrance, exploring you by every inch once again. He explored which spots would make you feel good and which would leave you not so satisfied.

But with everything he did, he worked you through your first orgasm of the night before slowly pulling back to take off his boxer briefs, releasing the hard erection.

“Condom?” he just asked after kissing you gently once again.

“I take birth control,” you hummed softly, feeling him settle down between your legs, slowly pushing into you. When he had filled you up completely, Mick gave you a few moments to adjust to him before starting to move at a slow and steady pace.

It felt like the two of you were made for each other, like you had known each other, known every inch of each other since forever.

Your bodies were moving in a perfect rhythm, acting together as if it was just meant to be.

Mick picked up his pace, one of his hands finding its way down to your clit as the two of you came closer to your orgasms.

And when you did, your body jerked in ecstasy, white spots flashing your vision while Mick buried himself deep inside you.

You felt amazing, better than you have in a while… well, until Mick dropped down next you and you realised what you just did.

But your mind couldn't keep you up much longer as sleep slowly crept over you. Though you knew you had to talk to Ryan about this.

And that was why you called him the next morning. Or at least attempted to. Of course he wasn't answering. At least not until you started spamming him with messages to pick up the damn phone.

“Is there a good reason you're bothering me at work?” Ryan groaned as he finally picked up his phone. Not the reaction you'd expect.

“Well, yes. I need to talk to you about something,” you sighed a little.

“And that can't wait?” he asked, clearly annoyed.

“No it can’t, Ryan! Dammit, you barely ever make time for me anyway do just listen now,” you groaned out.

“Well, talk then. I have a meeting soon,” he said.

“I messed up. I kissed and slept with another man. He was my best friend when I was young and we-” you didn't even get to finish talking as you heard Ryan yell into the phone.

“You bloody whore did what?! Oh just wait til you're back home, I'm going to make your life hell,” he screamed so loud, you had to remove the phone from your ear.

“Ryan… listen…” you tried again but it was to no use.

“No you listen! I always knew you were a bloody slut! Just wait til you come home, you're going to pay for this,” Ryan hissed at you before hanging up. Tears welled up in your eyes as you took in the words of your fiancé.

All those names he called you… did he even love you anymore? But maybe you deserved it after all. You were the one cheating on him after all.

“What happened?” Mick asked when he entered your room, noticing that you were quite upset.

“Our sex happened, Mick… I cheated on my fiancè and called him to tell him… he insulted me and said he would make my life hell… make me regret this when I come home,” you told him and noticed Mick tensing up a little.

“Do you regret it?” he asked, catching you a bit off-guard and he seemed to notice.

“Do you regret sleeping with me?” Mick asked again and you thought for a moment but being honest? You didn't. It was the best sex you had in a very long time.

“I don't… I don't regret it one bit,” you shook your head a little.

“I'm sorry to say this then and I know that I know nothing about you and Ryan but that between you isn't love anymore. It's just something because there has to be something. Because you keep telling yourself it's your true love. But look at the way he distances himself from you and what you just told me? He abuses you, Y/N. Take some time to think about this relationship but know I will be right here and I won't let him hurt you. Not ever,” Mick said, kissing your head gently before he pulled you into a comforting hug.

“He is not recruiting her. He slept with her, she's really just his love interest,” Arthur said quietly into the phone after listening to the bits of your conversation, heading back to his own room.

“Well, Mr. Ketch. You know what to do, I am on my way to the states to join you,” Dr. Hess said and ended the call.

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[faith-in-dean]

Doctor Davies

Summary: Mick made quite a fool of himself when he acted like a doctor, not knowing you were actually friends with the Winchesters. But he didn’t expect to what it would lead later on. Requested by @wayward-mirage and I’d say @little-red-83 because of our lil conversation.. hehe

Words: 1302

Pairing: “Doctor” Mick Davies x Reader

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, car sex, getting caught

Being stuck in a hospital was annoying. Even more so since you were a hunter and normally you would never even consider going to the hospital because of an injury but some passersby found you injured and unconscious in a forest and therefore dropped you off at the hospital.

And with your injuries, they wouldn't just let you go on your own. That was why you contacted the Winchesters. Partly at least. Another part of you called them for support on the hunt. At least for as long as you couldn't do anything on your own with the large gash on your side as well as your sprained arm.

You knew it would be a nice thing to see the Winchesters again. After all it had been a few months since you had last seen them. And now you were just impatiently waiting for them.

“Mick wait,” you could hear Dean's voice in the hallway and a small smile crossed your face but who was this Mick he was talking to?

“Don't worry I got this,” a strange voice said before a man entered the room, he was wearing a white coat and once you spotted Sam and Dean they just gave you an apologetic look.

“Hello Miss Y/L/N, I came for a checkup of your wounds,” the man with a thick British accent said and you just quirked a brow.

“And you are?” you asked, skeptical of the man trying to look over you but you decided to let him continue. At least for a little longer.

“I’m sorry. I’m Doctor Buckingham. Your doctor is busy right now so he sent me to check on you,” he said before he started looking over your arms.

“Where did you both drag up this clown?” you finally asked, gaining a confused look from the British man.

“Sorry. We tried to warn him that we know you but he wouldn’t listen,” Sam smiled a little and shrugged.

“You…? Oh...She’s a hunter, too,” the man said as a blush crept over his cheeks.

“It’s okay,” you laughed a little and held your hand out to him,”I’m Y/N.”

“Mick Davies. British Man of Letters,” he gently shook your hand and you just noticed how soft his ones were.

“Since when are you working with the Brits?” you then asked Sam and Dean.

“Hasn’t been too long. I’d rather not have it either,” Dean grumbled a little, receiving an annoyed glance from Sam.

“Well, anyway. Can you guys get me out of here? I’ll help you with the hunt as much as I can but I’m going crazy just sitting here and not being able to do anything at all. They won’t let me go on my own,” you sighed a little.

“If you agree on not doing any actual hunting?” Sam asked.

“Of course. Not that I would be much of a help anyway with the gash on my side and my sprained arm,” you shrugged but then got out of your hospital bed. You knew the doctors would have to check you first, but you didn’t care.

~~~

“So back there is the factory we’re looking for?” Dean asked when the impala came to a stop.

“Yeah, that’s where I was heading to. The tracker also hints to it,” you said and were about to get out of the car when Dean used a button to lock the back doors.

“You’re not going with us. You watch her,” he ordered Mick before Sam and he headed off. With a sigh, you leaned back in the car. Maybe it was for the better. After all, you could have only slowed them down with your injuries.

Mick and you had been silent for some time but you decided to have a little fun.

“So.. you enjoy playing Doctor?” you smirked at him and noticed him blushing immediately.

“I was just pretending… Because I thought you were just a normal person and we tried to find out more about the hunt,” he explained himself.

“Too bad. Because I really need a doctor to check something out for me,” you bit your lip a little as you carefully rested your hand on his thigh. Mick’s eyes landed on your hand but he didn’t do anything about it.

“What is that problem you need help with?” he asked now.

“My pussy has been aching ever since I saw you. Do you think you can help me, doctor?” you smirked at him, satisfied by the shock-covered face of Mick.

“Y/N… we can’t…” Mick stuttered a little.

“Are you saying you want me to suffer? I don’t see any reason why we couldn’t do this,” you slowly started pushing down your pants and getting rid of them including your shoes before you straddled Mick’s lap.

“Of… of course not,” he shook his head, swallowing hard.

“Then please doctor, do a check up and fix me,” you moaned slightly, taking one of his hands in yours and guiding it down to your core before you took off your shirt.  

Mick hesitated for a moment, he looked you up and down and his mouth formed to somewhat like a pout while he was thinking before he finally pushed his hand into your panties, one of your fingers slowly discovering every inch of you.

At first, he started rubbing your clit just very gently before he slid his digit between your folds. He had been surprised to find you so wet already but didn’t waste any time in waiting and pushed two fingers into you.

You moaned out deliciously, starting to ride his fingers as your good hand went up to your breast and started to massage it.

“You look amazing,” Mick groaned slightly and attached his mouth to the breast you weren’t paying attention to. His fingers kept moving in different angles, directions, and other ways, getting you ready for more.

“What do you say, doctor? Found a cure?” you moaned out, slowly starting to need more of him.

“I think I do have one,” he hummed a little and motioned for you to get up a little as he pulled his hand back. Once you were hovering above him, he quickly pushed his pants and boxers down, his hard length springing free.

There was a bead of precum on the tip of his cock and as much as you wanted to taste him, the need to have him fill you up was more present. So you held onto his cock and guided him into your entrance, slowly sliding down his length.

The both of you were moaning. Mick at the feeling of your warm and wet walls surrounding him and you at the feeling of his cock stretching you just perfectly.

For a moment the two of you stayed still but when Mick rested his hands on your waist, you slowly started bouncing up and down to the rhythm of him pushing up into you.

You had experimented with different paces here and there until you found a quick and very satisfying pace.

The windows became steamier as the two of you came closer to your orgasms and finally, after a smooth change of angles from Mick, the two of you came almost at the same time, breathing heavily.

“Are you serious?! I told you to watch her not fuck her!” Dean’s voice made you jump but you stayed in position, to cover most of yourself and Mick but turned your head to face Dean with a sly grin on your face.

“We’ll give you five minutes or you’ll walk,” Dean said before slamming the door shut.

When you looked at Mick again, you noticed how he was blushing deeply but you could only grin and slowly got down from him.

“Thank you for helping me out, Doctor Davies.”

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[faith-in-dean]

When We Were Young - Part Four

Summary: Mick Davies has been like a friend to you since you were a kid and decided to sneak out of school to spend time with him. Unfortunately, though you got caught and that way, got separated from Mick. Up to this day, you were saddened that you couldn’t do more for him. Until you happened to come across him on your vacation in America.

Words: 1264

Pairing: Mick Davies x Reader

Warnings: None

Masterpost

The next day Mick had arrived with a big truck in front of your apartment building early. You could fit the boxes with important thing into it and only your bed. Most of the other things in the apartment was given to you when you moved in, so they didn’t belong to you.

It felt weird and was kind of a hard step. After all, you had been living in that apartment since you got to America and you thought you would have been living there for the rest of your stay. And now you were left partly without a home. What would you have done if you didn't meet Mick?

Well, most likely nothing since you would have been dead if he didn't appear. All these events happening in the past week were still just so… unclear to you. While you tried your best to get used to your new knowledge, it seemed so unreal. It felt like you had been dreaming all this time.

You didn’t realize you had been sleeping til Mick’s soft hand gently rubbed your arm to wake you up.

“We’re here. While it might not be the best place or looks like the coziest, it's better than living on the streets. Trust me,” Mick said and you immediately started feeling bad. He knew what it felt like. Knew it at such a young age.

“I believe you,” you nodded and rubbed your face a little.

“Now, let's get your stuff in. I've had a few people clean your room so your bed can fit in there. You'll also have something to store your clothes in,” Mick told you and so the two of you had started bringing your boxes and bed into what would now be your bedroom.

You had only gotten a few glances at the whole place, saw a few members here and there but one caught your attention the most. He was just staring at you the whole time, didn't move from his position at all. But there was no time to pay attention to him now.

“I think those are the last boxes,” you stated while Mick and you headed back to the truck one last time.

“Good. I will show you around and introduce you to the team once we dropped these off,” he said and you just nodded in agreement.

This whole place seemed so complex. You weren't really sure what their mission was but something felt off about this. But you couldn't tell what it was.

If you didn't know about the supernatural, you would have thought they were insane when Mick showed you all their weapons. He said you should know where they are if you ever needed to defend yourself, though most of their weapons would require training and he didn't want you to get involved with the British Men of Letters, as he called his group.

Everyone on his team seemed rather normal. They didn't seem too bothered by you but also didn't seem to be your biggest fans either. Well, everyone except for one seemed to be this way.

“And last but not least, Y/N, this is Mr. Ketch. Ketch, this is Y/N,” he introduced with rather a sigh.

“Now tell me, Mick. Do you plan to recruit her? Or what is the purpose of her being here? Doesn't look like a hunter to me,” Mr. Ketch noted as he glanced you up and down, making you feel quite uncomfortable.

“No, I'm not going to recruit her. But she has a purpose for being here,” Mick said.

“Then what is that purpose? I'm curious,” Ketch quirked his brow as he looked at you first and then at Mick.

“That's not your business, is it?” Mick asked and you could feel the tension between them growing.

“Well, uh… I think I'm gonna lay down. All this… moving has been exhausting,” you said before taking off.

~~~

“Mr. Ketch, is there a reason you're calling me?” Dr. Hess asked once she picked up her phone.

“Yes, Mick brought over a woman with seemingly no purpose at all,” Arthur told her.

“Is she a hunter? One good enough to recruit?” she asked him.

“Doesn't look like a hunter to me. And Mick told me he wasn't planning on recruiting her,” he said.

“Well, then make him recruit her. Otherwise, you know what to do. I'm hoping for another report on this matter in a week. Goodbye, Mr. Ketch.”

~~~

A week later you had noticed Mick had been quite upset when he returned from one of his jobs, so you decided to go right ahead and ask him. Even if it has just been a week, the two of you had grown closer than you ever expected.

It seemed like you had never even stopped talking. Like all these you haven't seen each other weren't even true. He had become closer to you than anyone you've known before he stepped back into your life.

“What's wrong? You look troubled,” you asked as you joined Mick in his office.

“Oh, it's just something I had to do… It will be okay,” he just shook his head a little but you knew he wasn't exactly telling the truth.

“Mick, you can talk to me,” you said and gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“Okay… There was this girl… Similar fate to yours… I had to kill her… She looked so terrified,” Mick told you. He killed a girl? But… why didn't he kill you if he had to do it to her?

“But Mick… you don't have to kill them. You didn't kill me,” you said softly.

“But the Code demands differently,’ he sighed. “You made an exception for me. You can do it for others. Trust me. Mick, you don't have to kill anyone except for the monsters you're hunting. I'll give you some time to think, you know where to find me.

~~~

A few hours had passed since you had talked to Mick. A few hours had passed since tried to reach your fiancè, Ryan. But he just didn't reply or pick up any of your calls. You just didn't get him.

A knock on your door ripped you out of your thoughts, a smile spreading across your face when you saw Mick enter.

“Not answering again?” he asked and walked over to you, sitting down on your bed next to you.

“No… been trying to reach him since coming here from talking to you,” you sighed a little and dropped your phone on your bed.

“Well, let's get both our minds off and watch a movie? Or The Great British Bake Off,” he suggested and you couldn't help but laugh a little.

“A movie sounds good to me,” you nodded in agreement.

During the movie the two of you had eventually gotten closer, ending up with Mick's arm wrapped around you, your head resting on his shoulder. It was peaceful. Something you haven't felt in so long.

“Mick? I don't think I've ever got to thank you for everything you've done for me,” you whispered as you looked up at him, your eyes meeting his.

“You've made my childhood a little better. Even if it was just for a week. Of course, I'll help you,” he mumbled a little, your eyes staying locked on each other.

It felt like some force pushed the two of you together before your lips touched, resting against each other for a moment before moving into a real kiss.

Just before you pulled away, both of you staring at each other with wide eyes.

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[faith-in-dean]

When We Were Young - Part One

Summary: Mick Davies has been like a friend to you since you were a kid and decided to sneak out of school to spend time with him. Unfortunately, though you got caught and that way, got separated from Mick. Up to this day, you were saddened that you couldn’t do more for him. Until you happened to come across him on your vacation in America.

Words: 1465

Pairing: Mick Davies x Reader (This part is Primary School Age)

Warnings: Rude parents, eventually a tiny bit angsty but nothing much

A/N: This part kinda sucks, I know bad for the beginning but it’ll get better. I hope at least.

Masterpost

“Mum can we go get some ice-cream?” you had asked your mother once she picked you up from school.

“Of course. After you had such a great first week of school, you deserve it,” she nodded and smiled at you before walking over to the little ice-cream stand at a park near your school.

Lucky enough you could convince your mother to stay at the park and watch the squirrels while you ate your ice-cream. That was when you noticed him for the first time.

You believed he was around the same age as you. His clothes had holes and were dirty, his head facing the ground but you could still make out that he was sad. After looking around for a few moments, you didn’t seem to find his parents. Was he alone? Was that the reason he was sad? If it was, you could have been his friend and make him happy right?

“Mum? Can I give the rest of my ice-cream to this boy?” you pulled on your mother’s sleeve and pointed to the boy.

“No Y/N, you can not. This boy is bad, he will most likely steal from you once you paid attention to him. I do not want you to ever talk to him or anybody like him. Come on now, your father must be waiting for us already,” she said, gripping you by your wrist and dragging you along.

You didn’t understand your mother. How could she think he was a bad boy? She didn’t even know him. When you turned your head to look at him again, you noticed how he was asking some people for money but you did not see him steal and you doubted he would be the person to steal.

You really wanted to play with him and be his friend. Stupid parents.

During the whole week, you noticed the boy walking through the park, wearing the same clothes again and again and it saddened you. Did he not have a home? You would love to show him your home but you were sure your parents wouldn't allow it. Sadly. But maybe you could find another way to talk to him.

~~~

If you got caught you would be in real trouble and you knew it. But what could stop a 8-year-old from making a new friend?

You held your lunchbox close as you sneaked outside and to the spot, you usually saw the boy at. Just needed to remember to get back to school in time. Lucky enough the boy was sitting in the same spot and you could finally meet him.

“Hi. My name is Y/N, would you like to have lunch with me?” you asked and introduced yourself as you sat down next to him but the boy stayed silent. At least until you offered him half of your sandwich.

“Michael… but you can call me Mick. Thank you for the sandwich,” he whispered and quickly ate his half. He must have been so hungry.

“I’ve seen you here often but my parents would never let me talk to you. Do you not have a home or parents?” you asked him and started eating your own half of the sandwich. Mick just shook his head, without saying anything further.

“Do you have friends to play with?” you asked but once again Mick just shook his head.

“Then I’ll be your friend! I can come and play with you during my lunch breaks! Well, I’m not allowed to but I can sneak out and play with you. I can’t play with you after school though, my Mum and Dad would not allow me to,” the words came flooding out of your mouth but you noticed a small smile on the boy’s face.

“That would be very nice,” he nodded and so the two of you kept talking and getting to know each other so you already knew what to do tomorrow.

Mick did not seem bad at all. You really didn’t understand how your mother could think so bad of him. You wished you could take him home with you. But sadly you couldn’t.

During the whole week, you had been spending fun times during lunch breaks with Mick. You had asked your parents to make you more food for school and lucky enough they did without questioning. This way you would have enough food for you and Mick. Sometimes you would even collect all the pocket money you got to go and eat some ice-cream with Mick. Even if it had to be quick. But he became your best friend and you would do anything for him.

You and Mick were just playing catch when someone gripped you by the arm.

“Y/N Y/L/N, you are not supposed to be out here. This will have consequences,” your teacher lectured you before just pulling you away from Mick, who was just looking after you sadly. The only thing on your mind was whether you could see him again while your teacher kept lecturing you about your safety and the dangers out alone.

The worst part of getting caught? Your parents grounded you and ordered your school to have a teacher keep extra watch over you during lunch break so you wouldn’t even think about leaving the building again. But all you wanted was to see Mick. Or at least tell him that you weren’t allowed to leave the building but you couldn’t.

~~~

It was the first day after Y/N got in trouble and she was still nowhere to be seen. Maybe she was just running late, Mick thought. Or she wasn’t allowed to leave for the day. As he noticed how all the kids at school walked back into the building, Mick lost his hope of seeing her for the day.

Three days have passed since Y/N was just ripped away from their play time and Mick has still not seen her. Did she not want to see him anymore? Did she hate him now for getting her into trouble? But he thought they were becoming friends… Did all of this not mean anything to her at all? Just the thought of it saddened him.

Though when a week has passed, Mick was certain that Y/N didn’t want to be his friend anymore. He didn’t see her anymore and there was nothing he could do about it. Not even after school, he saw her passing by. Did she really hate him so much? The only person he had was now gone again, leaving him sitting sadly in the same old park over again.

He thought he would be alone all over again until a quite old looking lady walked up to him and started talking to him.

“Hello little man, I’ve been told there is a homeless child roaming around here and it seems to me like you are who they talk about?” she asked, a wide smile on her face, though it seemed creepy. Mick didn’t answer her. Maybe for the better.

“Where are my manners? I’m Dr. Hess, one of the leaders of Kendrix and I would love to take you with me. You will have a nice place to sleep, breakfast, lunch and warm dinner every day and you will be educated. What do you say, little man?” Dr. Hess asked once again.

“Are you saying the truth? Will I really have a home?” Mick asked carefully.

“Yes, you will. I promise. What’s your name, sweetie?” again Mick hesitated at her question.

“Michael Davies,” he still decided to introduce himself.

“Well, Michael Davies. Will you come with me then?” Hess questioned and after thinking for a bit, Mick came to realize that this might have been for the better. After all, fall would come soon and this year, Mick didn’t have any warm clothes to keep him well.

“Okay,” he nodded and got up from his place, following the lady to her car.

~~~

A week after being caught you were finally able to convince your mom for some ice-cream after school again. In truth you didn’t care about the ice-cream, you had much rather wanted to see Mick again. Wanted to see if he was doing okay.

But when you were at the park, he was nowhere to be seen. But he has never been anywhere else. Did he walk away because you didn’t meet him anymore? Did anything happen to him? Oh, you hoped not. Maybe he would be there again tomorrow. You had found a small fence at school that gave you the perfect view of the park if you were walking through some bushes.

Though again, pure disappointment. Mick was nowhere to be seen and you felt horrible, knowing that you had most likely lost your best friend.

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[faith-in-dean]

When We Were Young - Part Three

Summary: Mick Davies has been like a friend to you since you were a kid and decided to sneak out of school to spend time with him. Unfortunately, though you got caught and that way, got separated from Mick. Up to this day, you were saddened that you couldn’t do more for him. Until you happened to come across him on your vacation in America.

Words: 1425

Pairing: Mick Davies x Reader

Warnings: Tiny bit of angst

Masterpost

It had taken you a few days to reach back out to Mick.

After they had left your apartment the realization of all the things that happened only really sank in. Monsters were real. How could you ever get along with that fact? You always believed they were just myths and stories but knowing they were real… it just didn’t get into your brain.

But what got you, even more, was Mick. Even when you were just 8 back when the two of you were friends, he had a huge impact on your life. He changed you from becoming what your parents were and you would forever be grateful for that. You had spent so many hours, days thinking about Mick and where he was. Whether he was okay or if something happened to him. But he was alive. And that was what mattered the most.

Yet you still needed some time to collect your thoughts. But Mick understood. He reassured you that it was okay you only reached out now after you had sent him a message.

The two of you had arranged a meeting in the diner down the road later this afternoon. Mick had told you he still had some paperwork to fill out but would be able to talk to you afterward. And so you waited impatiently for the time to pass.

Well, you took some time to pick out a cute dress and make yourself look at least slightly acceptable, even though you didn’t really know why. Maybe you kind of wanted to impress him despite your boring life? Whatever.

As the time passed and you could finally start heading down to the diner, you could feel yourself become more nervous from time to time. What if Mick would blame you for something that happened in his life? What if he would make you feel guilty for not meeting up with him anymore? After all, you never had the chance to explain why you were gone.

Mick had already been sitting in a booth, making you feel kind of bad. If you had known he was there already, you would have left your apartment way earlier.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” you said as you sat down in front of him but Mick just smiled kindly.

“You’re not late. I also just arrived here,” Mick assured you and you let out a relieved sigh.

“That’s good then,” you nodded before the two of you went into a bit of small talk, ordering some drinks when the waitress came over. Just when you got your drinks, you really started talking.

“So… It’s been a long time,” Mick started, swirling the little spoon through his tea.

“More than 20 years… yeah,” you nodded a little and looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. They were even more beautiful than they were when he was just a kid.

“I still remember it as my best childhood memory. It was sad to see it go,” he said, making you swallow thickly. Just how bad was his childhood?

“I didn’t want to let it go. I wish it could have lasted longer,” you stated before taking a sip of your coffee.

“Then why didn’t it?” Mick asked, his eyes were boring into yours and you sighed a little, shaking your head.

“That day that teacher caught me outside, she contacted my parents. They ordered them to have one teacher especially always watch me at lunch breaks so I couldn’t run out anymore. And besides that, they grounded me. I had to drive home directly after school, giving me no time to even wave at you. But when I finally found a little fence hidden by bushes, a fence we could have still communicated through… but you were gone,” you explained.

“I wish I knew… A lady called Dr. Hess walked up to me one day. She had offered me a home, a safe place to stay at. You weren’t there anymore and I thought I was all alone again so I went with her. And that’s where I’ve been ever since then. They have trained me to the person I am today,” he said and you nodded slightly. At least he had been safe. At least he had a home.

“But what got you on the streets in the first place? I always wondered but I never wanted to ask,” you stated, taking another sip of your coffee.

“I lost my parents at a very young age. People never really cared about the kid walking on the streets. Well, no one except for you,” he shrugged a little.

“I’m so sorry Mick. I wish it would have been different,” you sighed a little.

“Well, let’s not talk about that. How has your life been going? Why are you here?” Mick then asked, trying to ease up the situation between the two of you.

“Well, grew up under the pressure of my parents, studied economy but have not gotten too many possibilities at jobs since meeting my fiancé. And as to why I’m here? I needed some time off. Don’t get me wrong, I love London but with my parents and Ryan constantly pushing me around I just needed a break. So I decided to go to America for one year, got half a year left,” you shrugged a little.

“So your fiancé… Is he… with you?” Mick asked, curiosity on his face.

“No. He couldn’t come with me because of work. And he’s not doing the best at staying in touch either,” you sighed a little and finally finished your coffee.

“Sounds like a douchebag to me,” Mick stated and shrugged a little.

“Everyone is entitled to their own opinion,” you sighed a little and watched him empty his tea, “why are you in America? I mean if they have trained you in London I don’t see why you would be here.” “Because of work. They have sent us here to fulfill a mission,” he said and left it at that. Guess there was nothing else to get out of him.

“Should I walk you home?” Mick suggested once the two of you walked out of the diner.

“That would be nice,” you nodded slightly and with that, the two of you started walking towards your apartment. You even managed to get to know more about his job and about monsters and the things he did and while he gave you more closure about everything, you still didn’t know what to think.

And that didn’t seem to stay the only worry for you as you saw your landlord just exiting your apartment complex.

“Miss Y/L/N, I’ve been trying to get to you,” he said and walked over to you.

“Oh? Is everything alright?” you asked and stopped walking, Mick still by your side.

“Well, not really. You need to leave your apartment by the end of the week. A company decided to renovate and upgrade some of the apartments and yours is one of them,” your landlord said and you felt your heart slip into your pants.

“Wait.. what? You can’t just throw me out! How am I supposed to find a new place in three days?” you asked, frustration in your voice as tears sprung up in your eyes. This was not how your stay in America was supposed to go.

“I’m sorry but there is nothing I can do about it. If you haven’t left by then, we will have to force you out. You will have to find a place to stay. But I have to leave now,” he said and headed off without saying another word.

This was horrible and you felt so lost.

“What the hell am I supposed to do now?” you asked rather yourself than Mick as you felt a tear run down your face. The more it surprised you when Mick had pulled you into his arms, his nice scent surrounding you immediately.

“You can stay at our base. We will still be here for quite some time and always have some room left,” Mick suggested but you shook your head slightly.

“I don’t want to bother you with that… I will find something,” you sobbed a little.

“Please, I would love to help you. So please come and stay with me. At least until you found something new,” he said softly and rubbed your back slightly.

“Fine,” you sighed a little after thinking about it for a few minutes. If it would secure you a place to stay at, you would accept his help.

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[faith-in-dean]

Drunk Regrets

Summary: Mick knew well how to make himself look pleasing. Especially to you. Eventually, his latest outfit brought out too many dark fantasies in your head. Dark fantasies you happened to share with his voicemail when you were drunk. Or was it his voicemail?

Words: 1677

Pairing: Mick Davies x Reader

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, slight masturbation, drunk!reader, talking dirty things on the phone

A/N: @sinceriouslyamellpadalecki just started texting me this plot idea last night and gave me no other chance than to write it... also combined it with a request that was basically just Mick screwing the reader over the table haha. Enjoy.

When Mick told you and the Winchesters he had another hunt for you, you didn’t expect him to want to tag along. You knew very well that he wasn’t as experienced as a hunter and therefore weren't sure if it was a good idea to bring him. But he insisted.

“I don't like this,” Dean grumbled as the three of you headed out to Baby since Mick was still packing a few things.

“Give him a chance at least. They could really help us,” Sam said, earning an eye roll from Dean.

“Y/N, say something about this!” Dean tried to pull you into this discussion.

“You know very well that I'm neutral on this topic,” you sighed a little and sat down in the backseat.

“Will you ever finally pick a side? You can't be like that forever,” he groaned and sat down in the car as well.

“I think you can see how I can be like that. I will not pick a side,” you stated just before the other backseat door opened and Mick sat down next to you.

Almost immediately you noticed how well Mick’s pants toned him… well, his crotch. They showed just what he had packed though you had no doubt that he was still hiding something. You were staring unconsciously but luckily enough Mick himself pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Picking sides for what?” Mick asked and looked at the Winchesters as well as you.

“Oh, it's nothing,” you shrugged it off and decided to plug your headphones and listen to your own music. There was no need to talk to them.

~~~

You didn't want to leave the bed this morning. Mick had organized a three-star hotel, better than anything you had ever experienced since becoming a hunter but you sure wouldn't complain.

Still, it sucked getting out of bed since this was the best you had ever slept before. But you had to go to the hospital to interrogate the victim and possibly make out whether she was bitten or not.

Though the whole situation proved to be harder than expected. Even though you, Dean and Sam introduced yourselves as the FBI the victim's mother wouldn't let you talk to them. She was strictly against waking her daughter and nothing could change her opinion.

At least you thought so. Until Mick walked into the room with a white doctor's coat and introduced himself, saying he'd like to check on the girl's wounds.

“May I stay? So I can get an idea of what we're looking for,” you asked though the the hunt was already the last thing on your mind.

You thought his pants were torture already but that damn coat? It brought out all your darkest fantasies. Oh, how you wouldn't mind if Doctor Davies would look over you. Would women be his area? You hoped so.

But then you watched him gently touching her to look at the wounds and you could feel your own skin tickling. Oh, the thoughts.

~~~

As a celebration for the good hunt, you decided to treat yourself in the evening and went to the mini bar in your room. Since you didn't have to pay for it, you decided to go with the most expensive alcohol in there and started to get drunk. Not your smartest idea.

You were lying on your bed, naked, drunk and bored. A pout was on your face until you had THE idea.

He would most likely be asleep anyway but you decided to still call him.

“Mick Davies,” you just heard after a few beeps and thought it was his voicemail so you just started talking.

“Mick… Mickey… Mickey Mouse. I-I know ya most likely sleep… but I just wanted to.. to tell ya how gooood you looked today,” you said and giggled a little.

“Those pants you wore… daaaamn those made you look good. Showed your package real good. How I would’ve loved to see it without any clothes on… mhhh bet it would taste sooooo good,” you moaned slightly and slid your hand between your legs.

“But then you put on that doctor coat… How I wish you could do a check up on me… The way you handled that girl… I bet your hands would feel sooooo nice on me… roaming all over my body, caressing me. Oh, I wish it was you touching me right now,” you moaned once again as you pushed two of your fingers inside you.

“I’m touching myself to the thought of you right now… thinking my fingers were yours… I think I need more… but I need to hang up for that…” you sighed for a moment before another moan followed.

“I love you Mickey big Dickey…” after a few seconds you had finally managed to hang up the phone before you worked yourself to your orgasm.

~~~

You didn’t really remember anything from last night except that you drank way too much considering the hangover you had. Your head was pounding but Sam had messaged you to come to Mick’s room for a little ‘conference’ about the hunt and how you would go on.

Though the walk there was hell for you already. All those different sounds… they killed your head.

“Glad you came,” Mick said when you entered the room, a tiny bit too loud.

“Can you be quiet?! My head is blowing up,” you groaned at him and then sat down in a chair.

“Y/N… Are you hungover?” Sam asked you only earning another groan from you.

“Well, the hunt went well. I’m impressed with the way you handled the situation. Who knew how I would have done it,” Mick said, a bit quieter now.

“Yeah but don’t just come in playing doctor again,” Dean grumbled and that was when it all came back to you. When you realized just what you did last night. Nausea overcame you and you stormed into the bathroom before you threw up.

It was just his voicemail, right? Maybe he wouldn’t even listen to it. Hopefully, he wouldn’t. But what if he did? Was there a way to just erase everything from last night? Oh, how you wished.

~~~

Throughout the whole day, you did your best to stay away from Mick and ignore him as much as you could. After your drunk incident, you just couldn’t look at him the same way anymore.

Lucky for you, he took a cab back to the British Men of Letters base but he still ordered you and the Winchesters back. After all, you still had a few things left over there to pick up.

Only you didn’t expect him to ask you over to his office. You tried getting out of the situation but there was no hope. He said it was only a quick talk and he’d let you go afterward.

So when you entered his office, he closed the door behind you and you could swear you heard a lock click before he walked over to you.

“Last night,” he started. Shit, he listened to the voicemail.

“I know you thought it was my voicemail, but it was actually me. I just stayed quiet because I found it… cute,” he admitted. Cute? You basically told him you masturbated to the thought of him and how you thought he had a big dick and he called it cute?

“Oh shit.. I’m sorry, Mick… listen what I said there I…” you tried to finish your sentence but Mick wouldn’t let you.

“I feel the same way for you, Y/N. I liked you from the second I first saw you but never knew how to approach you. But last night? Knowing you touched yourself to the thought of me? It got me so hard. The thought of it still makes me hard,” he muttered as he stepped closer to you and you noticed the very well formed bulge in his pants. Were you dreaming?

“If you want to find more about what I have in stock, why don’t you go ahead and find out?” his voice was just above a whisper as his face was just mere inches away from yours.

It took you a few moments to process what was happening but when you finally understood, you pulled Mick into a deep kiss, your fingers tangling in his hair. Mick groaned into the kiss before he pushed you against his office desk, pressing his hard bulge against you as his tongue pushed past your lips.

The two of you had made quick work of your clothes, scattering them to the ground just as quickly before Mick went down to his knees to attach his mouth to your hot and aching core. His tongue was working wonders on you. It was so intense, it didn’t take long for him to push you over the edge for the first time.

He then got back on his feet and spun you around so your front was pressed flat on his office table before Mick lined himself up at your entrance. You really underestimated the size of him as you felt him fill you up, stretching you so nicely.

With a good hold of your hips, Mick slowly started thrusting into you. He was only able to keep the slow pace up for some time though until he began thrusting faster, making you moan out loudly in pleasure.

So what people heard you? You finally got what you’ve been dying for, for so long.

When Mick suddenly changed his angle, you were up and gone, one of the best orgasms ever flooding right through you. Lucky enough it didn’t take Mick much longer to finish either, making him collapse right on top of you.

The two of you were breathing heavy as you came down from your highs but eventually when you came down, Mick pulled back and helped you clean yourself up before he handed you your clothes.

“I hope we can do this again some time,” he finally said and you turned to look at him with a smile.

“I’d love to.”

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[faith-in-dean]

When We Were Young - Part Two

Summary: Mick Davies has been like a friend to you since you were a kid and decided to sneak out of school to spend time with him. Unfortunately, though you got caught and that way, got separated from Mick. Up to this day, you were saddened that you couldn’t do more for him. Until you happened to come across him on your vacation in America.

Words: 1180

Pairing: Mick Davies x Reader

Warnings: None, well except for mentally abusive parents I  guess

Masterpost

With a sigh you sat in the small diner, taking a sip from your coffee as you waited for a reply from Ryan. Stupid timezones.

You’ve been in America for half a year now and the two of you had still not figured out the best time to talk. Even though you had told Ryan so many times when you would be best available, yet he never listened and the two of you barely managed to talk to each other. And that was supposed to go on for another six months.

Ryan was pretty much the only contact you had back in London. Your co-workers were just co-workers but no real friends. Your parents? Well, like everything else in your life they tried to ruin your trip. Tried to make you stay.

~~~

“You can’t go to America!” your mother exclaimed after you told her about your plans.

“Oh is that so? Then tell me why my flight is leaving in two days and I will be on that flight? I can go there, whether you want it or not,” you protested.

“What should you and Ryan become? He will leave you, abandon you,” she insisted and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“That would play in your favor either way, wouldn’t it? You and dad never like him anyway. You and dad never liked anyone I was with, so why do you care? Besides he agreed I should go so I could take time off of your stupid crap. Said he couldn’t go anyways because of work” you had tried to keep this a calm conversation. You had really tried but it was useless.

“You unthankful brat, we do this to keep you safe,” your mother exclaimed.

“To keep me safe? Oh, come on we all know that ain’t true. You’re doing this so I stay with you and wipe your asses when you’re old and can’t help yourselves. But let me tell you something,” you got up from your seat, “that ain’t going to happen. I’m not going to be your slave.”

You had slammed the door shut on your way out, not minding possible neighbors hearing the noises. You just couldn’t believe they still were that way.

~~~

A light sigh left your mouth at the memory of it. After that discussion, you hadn’t talked to your parents again. It seemed like that last conversation was the official ending of your relationship with them and you didn’t know whether it was supposed to make you happy or not. But whatever it would be, you had to get used to it.

You had left Ryan a couple more messages, telling him he should finally listen to you and be available at the times you requested because you knew he wasn’t busy then. How you’d like to know what was keeping him from replying to you.

After you finished your coffee you decided to just head back home since it was getting quite late and you still had to do some laundry and clean your apartment.

But the whole time you couldn’t shake the feeling of being followed. You picked up your walking pace but it didn’t seem to get any better and the moment someone grabbed you, you knew it was over for you.

The much stronger person pulled you into a side street and pressed you up against a wall.

“Now look at you pretty thing, too bad you're going to die,” the man in front of you said as his eyes darkened and a second set of teeth, very sharp teeth, came out. You were confused. What was happening? What the hell was this?

Well, no use in worrying now, since this was your death sentence. You thought at least.

Before the man could attack you a man that seemed so familiar, yet you knew you had never seen him before, sliced off your perpetrator’s head. What was all of this?

For a moment you thought great, this wasn't your death yet. At least until that man pretty much shoved his gun into your face.

“Mick, wait! You don't have to do this. She's the victim, why should we have saved her if we're going to kill her?” a tall man with long hair said. Mick? That name was so familiar… He couldn't be, could he?

That was why he must have seemed so familiar... People always told you that you had a very great memory and sense to recognize people. Even if you haven't seen them for such a long time. But was it really him?

“Mick? As in Michael Davies Mick?” you asked carefully.

“Michael?” another man asked.

“My full name… How do you know?” he furrowed his brows together.

“I'm Y/N… Remember? When we were young I used to sneak out of school at lunch break to hang out with you,” you said carefully and noticed Mick's face go soft, slowly putting away the gun.

“Is it really… you?” he asked and looked you up and down.

“Yes, it's me,” you nodded and smiled a little.

“Wow… you are gorgeous,” Mick said and you couldn't help but smile.

“You don't look too bad yourself,” a grin spread across your face until you noticed the confused faces of the two men standing behind him. Mick must have picked up and turned around.

“Y/N? Those are Sam and Dean Winchester. Sam, Dean, this is Y/N,” Mick introduced you to them and you simply acknowledged each other with a nod.

“But… what was that and why did you do this?” you then asked, finally coming back to reality.

“I don’t think we should tell you here, do you have a place we could possibly go to?” Mick now asked and you nodded directing them to your apartment because Dean insisted on taking his car, even if it was just a few minutes by foot.

Everything they had told you seemed just so surreal. They tried to convince you monsters were real and they were hunting them. But that couldn’t be true right? Though how else could you explain the dark eyes and fangs from that guy earlier?

You were just so confused. One moment you were close to death, the other you felt relieved cause your life was saved and then you had to fear your death again. Besides, you really didn’t know what to think about seeing Mick again. It had been more than 20 years since you last saw him and it still made you feel weird as you remembered the times. Where was he all this time? What happened to him? As if he read your mind he turned to you.

“I believe it’s been a lot to take in for today. Why don’t we meet up sometime this week and talk more about everything?” he asked and you nodded in return.

“That’s my number, call when you’re free,” Mick said and handed you a card with his phone number.

“Thanks, Mick. I will. It’s good to see you again,” you smiled and hugged him. Even if it felt slightly weird.

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[faith-in-dean]

Franzi’s British Men of Letters Writing Challenge

So, due to the lack of any British Men of Letters fics on here and the want to eventually bring these characters a little closer to some people, I’ve decided I’d host a British Men of Letters writing Challenge.

Of course, there are plenty of BMoL but the main focus will be around Mr. Ketch and Mick Davies you can always involve other ones as well.

Now, I know people are not very fond of Ketch for example so I’m giving you a few possibilities to write for this challenge.

Arthur Ketch x Reader, Mick Davies x Reader

Another Reader Insert pairing BUT with focus on the BMoL character/s (Or y’know threesomes idc, be creative just let me know)

No Pairing at all, just something including that Character/the Characters

Any Ships (Except for Wincest, Samifer or anything that includes those + incesty ships) that could, either way, include one of those characters/ both Characters or similar to the Reader insert, that pairing with focus on the BMoL

Rules

You don’t have to be following me but it would be great.

Send me an ask with the Pairing/Ship/just BMoL Character and your chosen prompt (Choose a back-up one, just in case. Also if you plan to post from a secondary blog, please let me know)

There can be two people per prompt

You can write Smut, Fluff, Angst, Crack whatever you want, no restrictions

No word limit. But please keep yourself from writing a novel.

Can be a start of a series but please no part within a series. 

The focus must be on the BMoL, even if you choose a Pairing that doesn’t include them.

Tag me in your fic and list #Franzi’s BMoL Writing Challenge within the first five tags

The deadline is May 21st, if you need an extension, hit me up. I won’t rip off your head.

Even if you don’t like the BMoL, maybe consider giving this challenge a chance?

If I haven’t liked your fic a few days after you posted, I haven’t seen it, please send it to me via Message.

(Not a rule) Every Fic will be listed on a Masterpost.

You can claim two prompts, since I doubt that many people will sign up!

Prompts

(Most prompts were taken from some prompt lists on tumblr)

“Sleep in your car if you don’t like it.” 1. @thewhiterabbit42 /2. @thenonehater

“You didn’t do the dishes, I’m not doing you.” 1. @kristiisaidjit /2. @randomtwistedlife 

“Baseball cards? What are you? Five?”

“I’m not as think as you’re drunk!” 1. @rowdyhooliganism /2. @wayward-mirage

“I don’t love you anymore.” 1. @meganlpie /2. @isoldmysoulforspn

“Help me pack or get out. You’re in the way.” 1.@meganlpie /2. @mick-deserved-better

“Oh my god, that’s disgusting.” 1. @trollhunter94 /2. @dacianamusik23 

“Don’t be embarrassed, it’s normal.” 1. @besslincoln-bruh /2. @rosereidgibbshotch

“Hot, gorgeous, beautiful…whatever you want to call it.” 1. @captainemwinchester /2. @milady-tevinter

“Stop copying me.” 1. @badsongwinchester /2.

“No! I won’t be your secret.” 1. @luciisthebest /2. @clueless-gold

“Every time I see you, I die. You are killing me and you don’t even know it.” 1. @clueless-gold /2. @srj1990

“What happened to us? We used to be so close.” 1. @rowdyhooliganism /2. @lux-tuli

“How is leaving so easy for you?” 1. @gone-to-fight-the-fairies /2.

“Wake up!” 1. @fangirlingfanatic2442 /2. @theinsandoutsofcastiel

“Do you regret getting involved with me?” 1. @wayward-mirage /2. @heyitssilverwolf / @thefandomsmultiverse

“I wish I never laid eyes on you. I wish we never met. If I never laid eyes on you then I wouldn’t have fallen in love.” 1. @gabavaldman /2. @jana-corleone

“I don’t want easy and simple, I want painful, difficult, devastating, life-changing, extraordinary love.” 1. @buffylovesfoxmulder /2. @little-red-83

“Is the love of two people worth all this destruction, all this pain?” 1. @sinceriouslyamellpadalecki /2. @rosereidgibbshotch 

“Please stop getting my hopes up. Just stop!” 1. @srj1990 /2. @besslincoln-bruh

“It’s been so long since we’ve done anything… “ 1. @crowley-you-sinnamon-roll /2. @randomtwistedlife

“So… I’m bored… Wanna fuck?” 1. @wayward-mirage /2. @badsongwinchester

“I’ve waited a long time to have you and I’ll continue to wait until you’re ready.” 1 @the-mrs-deanwinchester /2. @milady-tevinter

"Was that… a moan just now?” 1. @riversong-sam  /2. @akhuna01

“I love it when you get mad at me… It’s so sexy.” 1. @the-mrs-deanwinchester /2. @lux-tuli

Tagging my BMoL taglist, in case there are any interested writers as well as people who said they’d be interested. And some who might be interested

@evyiione @fuckyeahfeysand @lokis-quinn @xtina2191 @mrswhozeewhatsis @meganwinchester1999 @noor-xo @gabavaldman @youromglittlesunshine @hexparker @craftersdust @isoldmysoulforspn @applepie-and-angelwings @kayteonline @bloodstained-porcelain-doll @kristiisaidjit @jinksy-ride-with-your-ass @badsongwinchester @donnaintx @deaths-maiden @diehadess @lucifer-in-leather @little-red-83 @heyitssilverwolf @a-banana-for-your-thoughts @captainemwinchester @melodyhiddleston @holywaterbucketchallenge @bestieswithmydarkthoughts @mogaruke @mysaintsasinner @sinceriouslyamellpadalecki @wayward-mirage @giny-l @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell @justafangirlinaspnworld-blog @trollhunter94  @mick-deserved-better  @the-mrs-deanwinchester @luciisthebest @clueless-gold @thewhiterabbit42 @rowdyhooliganism