#gonna watch carnival of sins after this now

[cruesuffix]

behind the scenes footage of the carnival of sin tour

i love vids like this. i come back to this one occasionally because i love it so much. behind the scenes, rehearsal footage… anything of that kind makes me happy. i love knowing the process of these things, knowing what it takes to make a tour of this scale. plus the interviews with the band and other members of the road crew are also pretty interesting to me. also i feel kinda bad that i only know two members of their road crew, one of which was a former drum tech for tommy. i know my other fav bands road crew members but not the crues. gonna make it my mission to figure out who used to help the crue out back in the day.

[urm0o0m]

"Depraved"

Synopsis: y/n was Megumi's first everything. First love, first kiss, first partner, first date and tonight she would be his first time having sex.

Content Warning: Jealous fuck, Impact play, Corruption Kink, Pegging, Vibrator, Praise, degradation, Dacryphilia, Overstimulation (kinda), begging Dom/Sub dynamic

“Baby can you take any longer getting ready? we’re gonna be late for dinner with your friends!” y/n yells putting on her heels and earrings when Megumi meets her by the door. “Do I look okay?” He asks. y/n smiles brightly. “You look so cute and innocent!” The male's face flushes.

She pulls out a box. “Here. It’s a bracelet with my name on it” Fushigiro smiles and puts the bracelet on, then his blazer, jacket and shoes. y/n puts her jacket on as well and Megumi grabs his keys before heading to the car, y/n following suit after locking the door.

-When They Get To The Restaurant-

y/n hands the person at the front door her coat when they step in the building The couple makes their way to the table where Megumi’s friends Yuji and Nobara are seated along with some others. A girl named Claire pulls Fushigiro by his arm, making him sit next to her. This irritates y/n but she doesn’t say anything as she’s never met his friends before. She introduces herself and they smile, welcoming her.

Everyone except Claire who just scowls at y/n. The waiter comes over and everyone at the table orders their food. When the food and drink arrive, Megumi removes his blazer so he doesn't ruin it. He pulls his button up sleeve over the bracelet while he prepares himself to eat. Claire clings to Megumi as they eat and y/n can’t bear to watch any longer.

She wipes her mouth, reapplying her red lipstick before dropping her portion of the bill on the table and saying “It was lovely meeting you all but I will be taking my leave. Goodnight” The group says their goodbyes and Megumi gets up to follow y/n but Claire holds him back. “Don’t run from me now pretty boy” y/n calls for a cab home and heads home.

-When Megumi Gets Back Home-

y/n sits on the couch, wine glass in hand when Megumi staggers inside. “Bedroom. Now” Megumi swallows. “Y-yes Ma’am” He says, almost tripping over his own feet. y/n finishes her wine before placing the glass on the coffee table. She walks into the bedroom to see Megumi sitting on the bed, eyes glued to the floor. “Did you have fun with Claire” Megumi looks confused. “Who?” y/n scoffs as she leans against the door frame.

“The young lady that was clinging onto you for dear fucking life? The one that you practically hid the bracelet from” Fushiguro’s eyes widen, m. “No no no. It’s not like th-” y/n grabs his jaw. “The safe word is going to be carnival. If it gets too much or you’re not enjoying it or you can’t handle it, use the safe word and everything will stop. Understood?”

Megumi nods. “I need verbal confirmation” “Yes Ma’am” He says, face as red as a tomato. “Good boy. Now undress and over my lap. You earned yourself a good spanking” Fushiguro quickly gets up before stripping himself of his clothes and bending his slim figure over your knees. “With each hit you are to count and say ‘Thank you Ma’am’ Am I understood?” Megumi nods. “Yes Ma’am”

y/n raises her hand, harshly smacking his ass and Fushiguro cries out in pain. “O-one. Thank you Ma’am” y/n smiles before raising her hand again. “Two. Thank y-you Ma’am” “How many times did Claire let go of you only to return clinging to your arm?” Megumi looks confused. “I-I’m not s-” “It was 13 times but let’s round it up to 15. That’s a pretty number”

y/n continues landing harsh smacks on Fushiguro rear, listening to his moans and whines. She smiles as she digs her nails into his ass. She scoffs. “Are you enjoying this? Being treated like a pain slut?” Megumi whimpers, shaking his head and y/n flips him onto his back, now lying him on the bed. “But your small cock is all leaky and hard pup. It’s quite pathetic if you ask me”

Fushiguro’s hips lift off the bed, needing some kind of friction. “Oh you’re going to be good at this pain slut act. You’re already fucking loving it” y/n smiles as if she doesn’t have a grown man sprawled out and panting on her bed in anticipation. y/n grabs a box, pulling out a 6 inch strap-on, a vibrator and a bottle of lube. “Spread your legs Darling” y/n says, crouching between his legs.

Megumi does as he’s told and y/n clicks on the vibrator, putting on the 3/10 setting. She places it on the tip of his cock and he lets out a soft moan. y/n applies lube on her fingers and Fushiguro’s hole before saying “Relax a bit Doll. I won’t be able to get you ready for my strap” Megumi tries to relax his body but the vibrations cause him to tense up again. y/n plants soft kisses on his thigh.

“You need to relax, Love. I don’t want to hurt you when I put two fingers inside” Fushiguro’s head pops up “T-two?!” y/n sighs. “Yes two. What you can’t handle it?” Megumi swallows. “I-I can” y/n smiles again. “Good. Now relax for me” Megumi relaxes his body, trying not to tense up as y/n eases her pointer and middle finger inside of him. He lets out another soft moan and she slowly begins thrusting her fingers in and out of him.

Megumi begins to get the pattern, pushing back onto her fingers and she smirks. So eager. You want my cock inside of you now puppy?” Fushiguro nods. “Y-yes please Ma’am!” She cuckles, putting the faux dick on. “Such a polite whore” She says, lathering the strap-on up in lube before poking the tip at his hole and slowly entering him whilst turning the vibrator up to the 7/10.

Megumi whimpers and y/n bottoms out inside of him, the tip of the toy brushing against his prostate. Megumi’s legs begin to shake as y/n slowly snaps her hip back and forth. “M-ma’am! I’m g-gonna!” y/n picks up her pace. “If you cum now I’m gonna make you cum again” Fushiguro shudders, trying to keep it together but it just feels too good to hold himself back.

“I-I’m cumming Ma’am!” Megumi says, as he sits up, attempting to hold his body up to watch y/n pump in and out of his hole. Suddenly he lets out a loud moan, his cockreleasing his semen and when he’s done he flops back down on the bed. y/n’s pace doesn't waver. She keeps fucking him and he look up at her with teary eyes. “I-I can’t take anymore Ma’am! Have mercy!”

y/n laughs “No. Unless you want to use your safe word, then I’m going to pound your pretty hole till you cum again pretty boy” y/n begins fucking into him ruthlessly, refusing to give the man anytime to rest. She then turns the vibrator to the highest setting, making sure it’s on the head of his cock. Fushiguro shakes his head, sewing his eyes shut as tears slip from them. He’s never felt so…good before. “Open your eyes please Darling”

Megumi looks at her, breathing heavily and tears falling from his eyes. It was a sight for sore eyes and y/n was going to savor his expression. The way his body shook then relaxed and tensed back at her touch. God she fucking loved it. She smiled at him as she kept her pace she says “You look so pretty like this Darling”

Fushiguro stammers out “C-can I cum a-again? I can’t hold it anymore!” y/n smiles, picking up her pace and with each thrust she presses into his prostate, making him see stars. “You may” With those words his back arches, off of the bed, tears streaming down his face and his cock twitching as he reaches euphoria once more. y/n pulls out of him, taking the vibrator off of his tip at the same time and she can see Fushigruo’s body relaxing.

“T-thank you M-ma’am~”

[mrkrabsisgay]

Hi Helluva Boss fandom, I decided after watching the show for the fifth time to study Demonology. And let me tell you how accurate the show is!

I'm gonna go over Stolas and Asmodeus because they're real demons.

Stoals -> In demonology, Stolas is a Great Prince of Hell who commands over 26 legions of demons. He is depicted as crowned owl with long legs / a raven / a man.

Here's Stolas from the show compared to a drawing of Demon Stolas:

Pretty similar don't you think?

Now let's go over Demon Stolas's personality:

He teaches astronomy, history, herbs (especially poisonous plants) and precious stones. He's a pacifist who finds war pointless and would rather read a book or gain knowledge.

Here's little hints of his teachings in the show:

• Carnivous plants

• Stars and Constellations here and there

And lastly, his sigil. For those of you who don't know what a sigil is, in Demonology it's the symbol "describing" the Demon/Spirit. It's also meant to summon them.

Here's a picture of Demon Stolas's sigil, and next to it is a screenshot of S1 E6 when Stolas possesses one of the D.O.R.K.S member:

Same sigil

Asmodeus -> In demonology, Asmodeus is the demon of Lust, the Third of the Seven Deadly Sins. He appears with three heads, The First is like a bull, The Second like a man and The Third like a Ram. Tail like a snake and flames escapes his mouth.

Let's look at the Demon Asmodeus and Asmodeus from Helluva Boss:

Once again, they are very similar. The description fits both the Demon and the fictional demon.

For Amsodeus's personality, he is described as one of the most vile Demons of Hell. He's responsible for twisting one's sexual desires and for breaking happy married couple appart.

Is it just me or does this remind you of his song in S1 E6 ?

Lastly, Asmodeus's sigil.

Ladies and gays, that's the same sigil.

It's really nice seeing how hard the creator put effort into the show to make it as real as possible!

[storysofmyown]

How the demon bro’s would ask you to marry them

Note: I am unaware if this was done before, i have not seen this specific scenario yet, so if there is any resemblance to an already existing work it was unintentional!

Lucifer:

This man, he knew from the moment you two started the relationship that he would marry you. There was never a doubt in his mind, he was not letting you get away.

So, of course, he knew that at some point he would ask you to marry him. His pride dictating him to ask you first no matter what, and so...he did.

It wasn't a big party, nor was it with his brothers or anyone else. It was just the two of you. No interruptions and no drama, just you two, just like he wanted to be for the rest of his live.

He had planned the entire evening, making sure none of the brothers would interfere at all. He rented the whole restaurant, the only ones that stayed longer were the cook and after delivering the food they left.

There was soft music in the background, a dim light illuminated everything, the proposal, just like many things in your relationship was going to low-key.

You would be eating and chatting for a moment, look down, and the moment you look up there is a neatly placed black velvet box.

At first you were confused, but with a soft smile, Lucifer ushered you to open the small box. Inside there was a beautiful small ring with red stones. It was simply breathtaking, but so was the softness in Lucifer’s smug smile as he watched your face lit u[p at the sight of it. He would take your hand, give a kiss to it, the ring in his other fingers as you look at him directly in the eyes, before simply saying

“Marry me.” The weight of the ring and the feeling on his fingers between yours would only become present as you nod slowly, tears in your eyes as the demon looked at you with the most love sick expression he had ever shown.

Mammon:

Dear lord, did it take this demon long before he could simply say “I love you” in a sincere way without feeling embarrassed or berating your afterwards. But you stayed with him, no matter what, and where others would make fun of him and insult him, you put care and love in his life.

So...yeah, he wanted to marry. The moment he realized he wanted to marry you it was a soft night in your room. The two of you were in bed after the other’s leaving, you had fallen asleep in his arms and he was caressing your cheek, and he realized he simply couldn't live without you anymore.

This demon would want EVERYONE to know you are his, and only HIS.

He would buy you the biggest and most expensive ring there is. After all, you belonged to The Great Mammon, you would now need better jewelry and stuff like that. And what a better start than the best ring he could find? (He also bought this with half money earned from working and half from Lucifer’s credit card. The eldest made sure Mammon paid back after threatening him saying he would not pay one grimm for the wedding.)

Now, the demon would want this to be both a special and memorable moment, but he would want to have you all for himself when he asks.

So, he would take you to a carnival of sorts. It was almost as chaotic as your relationship with him, which was simply befitting.

It would be an EXCELLENT time. The most fun you had with him, and the relationship was always fun. The whole time would be spent between laughs, jokes, throwing popcorn at each other, etc.

Then,it would  be quiet. But not in an uncomfortable way, less and less people would be at the carnival, and when there is few people, he would grow quieter, mustering the courage to actually ask you. He would take a deep a deep breath, hands buried in his pockets as he plays with the small box. Finally, he would speak.

“Yo” he wouldn't wait for an answer. “Y-y’know that we...have been dating for a while, right?” One hand in his hair as he no longer looks at you. “And...and you are always so nice to me and you basically thought me how to feel lo-love or whatever and- and i guess what I’m trying to say is-” He would stop, a blush covering his cheeks as he finally looks at you and pulls the box out. “Would you marry me?”

And it amazes you, it amazes you that before, when your relationship was fresh and new, he would go on a tangent about how you should feel honored that someone like him, would be interested in someone like you. But not now, he didn't had to say that. Because you were honored that he would love you, and he was honored that you would even consider to love him back.

“Oi! Erh...are ya just gonna stand there?!” He would ask after several moments of silence, before you tackle him in a big hug and smile saying yes over and over. He would never admit it, but the demon cried a little, but never nearly as much as when the actual wedding arrived.

Leviathan:

Oh boi, oh dear, this poor demon is soooooooooo insecure at first!! He questions why you would ever want to be in a relationship with someone like him. He honestly believes that you will one day realize you could be with someone much better than him, so the idea of marriage never crosses his mind...until a certain day.

It had been years since you started the relationship, and little by little he had started to believe you loved him. He had his insecurities...and the fact that his sin was envy had not helped...but now he honestly believed you did love him. 

You were in his room, you guys were watching an anime you had been following for a while now. There was a specific scene that threw him off, the protagonist had claimed something that completely contradicted something that had happened back in episode #123. Before he could even say anything, you paused the show and went over a half an hour rant about the exact same subject he was just about to start talking about, even providing theories of your own about if this was intentional or not.

That was it for him. Man knew he needed you in his life forever. No one had ever taken interest in what he liked or cared to actually pay attention to the things he was fixated about, so knowing that you cared...he knew he couldn't risk ever losing you. Because even if one took away all the romantic parts of your relationship, you were still his friend, the best friend he had ever had. So, that night he started planing.

He had to ask Asmodeus for help, baby was so scared and nervous about the whole thing he didn't knew how to ask you at all. But in the end, he had his idea. He was going to ask you in anime fashion. He would think of your favorite anime from all of those you had ever watched and rambled to him about. He would pick your favorite, and base an entire game around it. he even dressed as our favorite character from the anime (no matter how embarrassing it was)

The final stage of the whole thing was a competition. Asmodeus will ask you both questions, and the winner would get a prize. This was a call back to that time you two competed to know which one was a bigger TSL fan, except that this time he would let you win.

You were so happy after winning you didn't notice the man take out a ring. The moment you stopped celebrating and turned to look at the demon, you noticed a blush across his face and the way his hand fidgeted with something between them.

“Mc...” His voice would be too quiet, barely even audible. For a second you thought he was going to attack you just like that one time, but instead he took a deep breath.  “I know i said there would be a prize for the winner, but i dont know if this is much of a price...I just know that...that I-I love you.” The last part was quiet, but sincere. “ And i know im a good for nothing otaku and that it isnt easy dealing with my insecurities but...I want to be with you so Mc...would you marry me?”

 His voice broke in several instances, barely even able to to actually say those words. But at the end he was able to get them out, tears and all. But the one that would be crying the hardest would be you, as you walked up to him and embraced him while whispering yes against his chest. His shaky hands would barely be able to put the blue stoned ring that for some reason reminded you of both the ocean and his room.

I might do the other brothers later on and possibly one undatable, but yeah i hope y’all liked whatever this was!

[ramblings-of-a-mad-cat]

A morbid thought hit me just now, how many romance sidequests do actually hold up? Like thinking on it I only love two of the six, and kinda like one. Over half of the romance sidequests have been duds! O__O

I don’t quite agree that they were all duds, but some of them were pretty bad, and others didn’t quite live up to expectations. Let me take a look-through: 

The Celestial Ball is probably my favorite overall, even to this day. It just holds up really well, and it doesn’t really have any problems that the other quests don’t have as well. (The recycled dialogue, for example.) I think the success of this one comes from the focus on the event, preparing and enjoying it with our friends. This one is the best TLSQ out of all of the others overall, but it’s not necessarily the best Dating TLSQ, if that makes any sense. Because it plays things more ambiguously. It stars Penny, but her inclusion makes sense for the character and the rest of the cast does get adequate screen-time. The only thing is that, once you’re at the Ball, you wind up spending most of the night with Penny except for one scene with your Love Interest. So it winds up feeling like you’re on a Date with Penny regardless of who you pick, but again, the lack of overt romantic themes make that easier to swallow. Andre being the Style Wizard is introduced here, and he comes up with three boss outfits. Not to mention, Rowan gets a bigger role, and their relationship with Ben comes into play. Bill x Rowan gets teasing, too! How could I not love this one?

The First Date TLSQ is much more steeped in romance. Not just in the sweet and wholesome moments, but also in the high school drama, alas. It was the quest to introduce cutting characters and it removed three of them, while only adding one in return. So it’s got that working against it. The whole premise of MC writing the note is just so damn silly. I can laugh at it, but it really doesn’t make sense, especially since half of the options aren’t even in their Potions class. Tonks and Charlie, for as much as I love them, really need to work on their social skills because guys, guys, guys. What were you thinking? Characters expressing sadness that you didn’t choose them is an interesting concept, I’m both relieved and a little disappointed that they never explored this more. The scene in the courtyard at night was nice enough to make everything else worth it, but the whole idea that MC’s love interest might not like them anymore is a bit hard to go along with. One final plus though, is that this quest has the best outfits to choose from, period. I know it’s subjective but damn, Andre really outdid himself this time.

Valentines Day I...oh boy. The culmination of so much I don’t like. This quest started the tradition of having all of the love interests needlessly confess to MC, taking up valuable time for a reveal that doesn’t matter if you don’t choose the character and makes things awkward...and also doesn’t matter if you do choose them because it removes all tension and  honestly? If the character is available, I already know they’re going to say yes. Penny acts like she’s drunk during the entire quest, and not in a charming way either. It really gets to the point of being out of character. And Gilderoy. Fucking. Lockhart. He is so annoying. Jam City got so caught up in featuring any canon character they could, that they never stopped to realize no one wanted to see this guy and watch him consume most of the screen time. He gets away with stealing MC’s story at the end, as well? Like, what? How? The Greenhouse scene is one of the most beautiful to be depicted thus far. It honestly makes the entire quest worth it...but it doesn’t save the quest, and I maintain that it comes out of nowhere. It’s a brilliant standalone scene...but it doesn’t make up for the final sin: Tulip is omitted for absolutely no given reason and as a major fan of hers, I am not happy about this. 

The Festival TLSQ: Better than First Date and Valentines I, but not as good as the Celestial Ball. The story is more fun, especially with the added feature of outside classes. I like the overall carnival feel of the event, but I kind of wish this game didn’t constantly centralize MC, Penny, and Merula. Especially in the dating quests, with the whole concept of the election. Why is MC on the ballot if they didn’t run? Why can they only vote for two of the potential love interests? I know it’s a personal thing and it really kind of started in Valentines, but Andre’s outfits appeal to me less and less as time goes on, and he’s making fewer of them. That being said, I much, much prefer the concept of a “Secret Admirer” to just having everyone confess to MC, and “I think about you gobs” still makes me laugh every time I hear it. Lockhart does show up again and his sequence absolutely frustrates me. Like, he doesn’t stay as long as he did the first time and we do get to kick his ass...but why would he even dare show his face again after the botched memory charm? Why is anyone even listening to him or letting him hog the spotlight? Why is he here? Damn it, just let me and my date play around with painting our faces! I whine, it’s true, but this one is still miles better than it’s predecessor. It adds new characters, quite a few of them, and it also stars Andre. He normally doesn’t get the spotlight, so these things really work to the quest’s favor. 

Valentines Day II: This one is far from being the best TLSQ we’ve ever had, but I actually do think that on the whole? It is the best Dating TLSQ we’ve had. It really captures the theme of falling in love, and the feeling of being a Valentines Day episode. The whole storyline about Pince and Filch? I really like that! The fairytale, storybook motif? It kinda really works! We once again have everyone outright confessing to MC, but I’m just gonna ignore it. The outfits look pretty damn good actually, but I am heartbroken that Luca can’t wear that skirt. Ah well, at least gals can wear the suit. The characters just work together well in this quest, there’s a sense of comradery in putting together the event and melting Pince’s frozen heart, right down to putting Filch in that hilarious outfit and dying Mrs. Norris pink. The whole plot being a reference to a rumor from the books is great. And yeah, MC’s date would have had absolutely no time to set up that whole set-piece in the library but what do I care? It was a really sweet moment. That’s just what works so well about this quest - it’s sweet. Between MC and their Date, between Filch and Pince...it was just a fun story to watch unfold, and at the end of it all, you get to celebrate with your love interest. 

Enchanted Kiss: This one had such a promising start. I love the whole concept of MC auditioning for a play, actually putting on a production, and being cast alongside their love interest to be the romantic leads. It’s not even a “dating” TLSQ technically since you don’t go on a date with your chosen character. But you get to choose them early on and ignore all of that confessing nonsense. You get to work toward putting on a play. You get to work toward saving it...but unfortunately, that’s when it all goes wrong. I’ve said my piece about why it was a terrible idea to make everything about MC, and that kind of infected the rest of the quest. There are no outfits for any of the dating options, nor does MC even get to choose between outfits this time. Little details like that combined with how quickly this one came out after the last one lead me to believe they were perhaps rushing to get it out and I don’t know why. They went to the trouble of coming up with that adorable animation for the enchanted kiss...and they couldn’t have put a lip kiss in it, at the very end? Come on Jam City, you know that’s what everyone really wants! It’s the same as how they tease the idea of MC and their Date saying “I love you” for the first time, but this doesn’t happen either. It just started so well and became very disappointing, but it was still fun overall. 

[lightofthemoonglow]

OOOOO! Sin TM Meme, number 2. Leslie and reader if you please?! You are the best and we always need more Leslie content. Thank you, thank you, thank you! ❤❤❤

2. Accidentally discovering a turn-on

[sin meme ™ prompts]

It had been a few days since the last time you had seen Leslie. That was just how it could be sometimes, going days or even a couple of weeks in between meetings. During the longer periods, there would be the occasional phone call and sometimes he would leave something in your room to show that he had been there while you were away or asleep. All part of the Leslie package.

But tonight, the two of you were having a date night at the Halloween carnival that had popped up in Glen Echo earlier in the week. The main attraction was a large walk-through haunted house, along with rides, a hay ride, games and even a spooky maze.

Of course, Leslie made a beeline for the haunted house, dragging you along by the hand. The house was the kind that allowed people to wander freely, though Leslie tried to take a proper route, going through the house in an order that only he seemed to understand. You clung to him when you were startled, though you played it up every now and then. Even Leslie was caught off-guard a couple of times, which thankfully only made him laugh.

It got the blood pumping for the both of you. With pounding hearts and giddy smiles, the two of you just stood in a lonely hallway, the first time it had been just the two of you all night.

Before you could even form a protest, Leslie was dragging you through a secret door and into a part of the house that was not for public access. This specific little area had random props all over and as Leslie pushed you against the wall and practically began to devour your mouth, it occurred to you that Leslie had scoped this place out already and that he had planned this from the start.

“If I didn’t love you so much, Les, I’d be really mad at you right now.” You were able to get the words out in between kisses, Leslie’s hands doing their best to distract you. Despite your words, you titled your head so he could kiss your neck, his teeth lightly scraping over the sensitive flesh.

“I got you, didn’t I?” He teased, pulling back and even in the low light, you could see his eyes glinting with mischief. “Came here last night after closing. Their security is literally just one guy out front! Can you believe it? I just walked right up and picked the lock, spent hours in here without anyone coming to check on the place.”

“And just what do you have planned?” You asked as his hand slid up your sweater, rough fingertips teasing at getting under your bra before he yanked it back out.

In response, Leslie wrapped one of your legs around him and as soon as you did the same with the other one, he hauled you up and began to carry you further into the room. He was surprisingly stronger than he looked, his usual layers helping to disguise his build and his affable attitude often making people unconsciously see him as someone who wasn’t imposing.

Your back was to the room, so you didn’t see where he was carrying you until he laid you down. The coffin wasn’t a full on coffin, as the last quarter wasn’t there to make it easier to bury it upright in the ground. But there was more than enough room for Leslie to lay you down inside of it, your head not even touching the top as your legs dangled off the edge.

“We’re gonna get caught.” You barely even sat up, only doing so enough to watch Leslie take off your jeans and panties and kneel on the floor, hoisting your legs onto his shoulders. “Seriously, Les, we’re-.”

Leslie’s tongue ran along your slit, swirling around your clit for a moment, cutting you off and casting out all lingering doubts. You grabbed the edges of the coffin, your back arching up as you tried to hold the last threads of your common sense together.

“Everyone else here is screaming. So, we can be as loud as we want.” Leslie popped up from between your legs briefly and then before you could formulate a response, he was back down there again, his tongue persuading you in a rather different way. You were soon quaking, your hands clawing at the cheap fabric of the coffin’s lining, nearly tearing it as you were dangling over the edge, ready to come.

And then Leslie stopped, pulling away and making you mewl in protest. He just stood there and grinned, watching you writhe in desperation for a few moments before he took mercy on you. His expression hardly changed as he brought your trembling legs to his shoulders and plunged inside of you. Only once he was fully inside of you did he stop smiling, his eyes darkening a bit as he gazed at you fondly. Leslie slowly began to move, his hands going from your legs to caress what he could reach of your body.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispered, despite his earlier words. “I love you so much.” One hand went between your legs and if you hadn’t been moaning in pleasure, you would have told him you love him too. 

[the--blackdahlia]

Too Young to Fall in Love Chapter 43 (Dirt!Nikki x Reader)

Title: Too Young to Fall in Love 43

Summary: Nikki Sixx was a hard partying musician on the strip. He never expected to fall in love with anyone, until a girl knocked on his dressing room door looking for a ride home and took his breath away. Just like everything else Nikki did; the drugs, the money, the music; Nikki went hard with love. (Y/n) Bass never expected the bassist of Motley Crue to be the one to shake her calm and calculated life up. She had a plan. Graduate school, become an epic producer, and watch from behind the scenes as her brother’s band rose to fame. Nikki and (Y/n) were perfect for each other, too bad her brother, Tommy, didn’t think so.

Series warnings:  Smut (18+ Please), drug use, language, referenced miscarriage, drug overdose, mentioned attempted suicide, out of character moments for everyone in the band, the timeline might be a little screwy but it’s fanfiction! I know nothing of music production and my medical knowledge is really screwy, so it won’t be accurate.

“Bass, what you are asking for is unheard of,” the executive said.

“You don’t want to keep them,” (Y/n) told them. “And you said it yourself that the last album cost you more than you made. Merchandise sells are down, and the public polls show that the grunge and alternative movements are bringing in the money, not heavy metal.”

“Not even the Beatles own their music Bass, this is not negotiable,” the executive was being stubborn.

“The Beatles should own their own music! But the difference between the Beatles and Motley Crue is that the Beatles didn’t have me for a manager.” (Y/n) smirked. “And you’ve seen what I can do. Do you really want to come to work every morning knowing that I’m coming in with them?” She tapped on the desk. “If they stay, their sales are going to just keep going down. They will do the one last album that is promise in their contract, and then they will be out of your hair, as long as you give them their masters.”

The executive sighed and nodded, “Fine, let Tom know that Nikki and the Crue can have the masters.” he looked over at (Y/n). “Why did we let you quit?”

“Because you didn’t realize what you had until it was gone.” She stood up and shook his hand. “Now, I need that in writing. I don’t trust oral contracts.” She bit her lip. “Or better yet, go ahead and give me the paper that shows ownership of the masters.” She smiled when the tapes and all the documents were all placed in a box and handed to her, and the lawyers were alerted.

Nikki and the guys made their way into the building. Nikki was feeling something different in the air as they made their way to the elevator.

The elevator doors opened and (Y/n) was standing there, a smile on her face and the box in her hands.

“Hi boys!” She smiled. “And actually, don’t go up there yet. I need you guys to come to the house with me, okay?”

Nikki looked to the guys who shrugged. He followed after her with the guys following after, “I guess we’re going to my house…”

“What’s in the box?” Tommy asked, looking at Nikki.

“I don’t know, but I hope it’s not seven deadly sins,” Nikki chuckled.

“Maybe it’s the executive’s head.” Mick said. “I wouldn’t mind that.”

Nikki and the guys made their way back to his house where (Y/n) was waiting for them back in her office. Ziggy was happily barking as there were visitors at the house.

“Okay boys, I got some bad news and I got some good news” (Y/n) told them. She was at her desk, Nikki was leaning against the wall, and Tommy, Vince, and Mick were on the couch in her office. “The bad news is after your next album, Elektra will not be renewing your contract.”

“What’s the good news?” Nikki sighed as he looked at the floor. (Y/n) smiled as she laid everything out on the table.

“All of Motley Crue’s work, from Too Fast for Love up to your new album, will belong to Motley Records.” She told them. “Every last note belongs to you guys now.”

Nikki rushed to her and kissed her, “you’re amazing!”

“I know.” She laughed. “I might have told them I was your manager, which I’m not. I just needed some leverage to get these out of their cold hands.”

“I wouldn’t deny you being our manager,” Nikki muttered as he leaned her against her desk and kissed her.

“Um Guys… please….” Tommy sighed. (Y/n) blushed.

“So, welcome to Motley Records.” (Y/n) laughed. “I can handle things for now because, let’s face it, no record company is gonna want me after I just screwed Elektra out of one of their biggest names.”

“Our own label,” Nikki smiled. “Dudes this is going to be awesome! Let’s get to work!”

“What about Corn-on-the-cobi?” Mick asked.

“I...the label actually fired him  this morning.” (Y/n) said. “He doesn’t blame you guys. He thinks that Elektra just doesn’t appreciate real talent.” She smiled at the boys. “Just remember, you have to do one last album with Elektra.”

Nikki looked at Mick and smiled before looking at (Y/n) and hugging her, “I love you sweet girl.”

“I love you too silly boy.” She hugged him.

“I...I need to go apologize to Vanessa.” Vince said awkwardly. “We have a lot of making up to do.”

**************

Nikki and Mick were back in the Jewelry store and smiled when the clerk gave him the ring he bought for (Y/n).

“Ok… am I doing the right thing here?” Nikki swallowed the lump in his throat.

“What does your gut say?” Mick asked. “Can you imagine anymore days without her being Mrs. Sixx?”

“No, I can’t. I look at her and I just want to make it official you know?” he smiled. “I almost asked her last night and I had to remind myself I had a plan.”

“Our bassist and our manager are getting married.” Mick laughed. “Don’t piss her off.”

“She might not even say yes so who knows,” Nikki made his way to his car.

“Oh, I’ll bet she’ll say yes.”

*****

“Do you think Nikki’s gonna ask me to marry him again?” (Y/n) asked as her and Vanessa met for mimosas and brunch. “And how are you even still walking since Vince came home?”

Vanessa almost choked on her mimosa, “has he hinted at asking you?” she leaned in.

“I...well he tells Ziggy we’re his mommy and daddy. And we’ve been together for almost three years.”

“Awwww,” Vanessa smiled. “I mean it is a possibility,” Vanessa shrugged. “Oh and I am sore as hell ok.” she smiled. “He’s doing better and it’s still hard…” she whispered. “His other kids have been visiting and I’ve gotten to know them.”

“Do you think there a future there?” (Y/n) asked. “He really seems to like you. Or have you gotten to the love part yet?”

“Maybe,” Vanessa shrugged. “If not then I’m doomed to be alone forever.”

“You’re not going to be alone forever. I can hook you up with Tommy.” (Y/n) winked. “But I know he really likes you. Who knows, maybe you’ll bring him another little baby. Of course it won’t be Skylar, but it might help?” (Y/n) shrugged. “All these years, your the longest one he’s been with, if that makes you feel any better.”

“Yeah,” Vanessa sighed and shook her head. “I really just never thought this would be it you know.”

“So, I thought I was pregnant a couple weeks ago…” (Y/n) told Vanessa.

“Oh honey,” Vanessa reached her her hand a squeezed it. “What happened?”

“My period came. I was relieved, but upset.” (y/n) sighed. “Something just wants us to wait. Just like back then.”

“The universe is very mysterious,” Vanessa gave her a smiled. “But it’ll happen… I know it will.”

"I just hate upsetting him. He still feels guilty that he didn't realize what happened before." (Y/n) told her best friend.

“I know hun. But this time he might be there with you and he can help you through this.” Vanessa reasoned. “We should head back. I hear there is a carnival in town. Maybe we can all go for old times sake?”

"Yeah…" (y/n) smiled softly. "Everyone seems so happy since the last album is done. I think it would be good to relax."

**********

The drive to the carnival the next day had Nikki nervous. He kept looking over at (y/n) who seemed to look out the car window.

“You ok?” Nikki took her hand in his and gave her a gentle squeeze.

"Me? Oh yeah I'm great." She smiled at him.

“Well, we can ride some rides, play some games, eat some junk food,” Nikki smiled.  

"Just make sure the rides come before the junk food." (Y/n) laughed.

“Awww, what’s the fun in that?” Nikki teased as he parked the car. He spotted Mick, VInce, and Vanessa. “I take it Tommy is MIA?”

“Don’t worry about him bass player,” Mick smiled. “So you got everything ready?” he leaned in as Vanessa and (Y/n) talked.  

“Yeah well, I got permission from the important people that actually care about her,” Nikki smiled. “Am I doing the right thing here Mick… I keep doubting myself…”

"Do you love her?" Mick asked. "Do you want to spend the rest if your life with her?"

“Yes,” Nikki nodded.

"Would you have rather she married Bret?" Mick teased.

“No,” Nikki closed his eyes. It was now or never today. “Ok I know I’m retreating back into sloth mode and I can’t do that. Let’s just get some ride tickets ride some rides and have some fun.”

Nikki rushed to (Y/n) as the group made their way around the best rides to ride. Nikki kept glancing at the ferris wheel but decided to save it for sunset. He didn’t want to rush the day. He grabbed his camera and began taking pictures, many of them when (Y/n) wasn’t looking. The light captured her just right and he couldn’t help but take pictures.

“Hey, (Y/n) come here,” he called to her. She looked over at him and smiled.

“What?” She asked, making her way over to him. She saw the camera in his hand. “You know, this whole rockstar thing doesn’t work out, I bet you could be a photographer.” She said, kissing him gently.

“Oh, now there is a thought,” Nikki smiled as he pulled her in for a deeper kiss lifting his camera and taking a picture. “I’m framing that one.”

“Just make sure you keep those special ones hidden from prying eyes.” (Y/n) whispered in his ear. “Come on, I’m hungry.” She took his hand and led him over to the food trucks and tents.

Vince looked at everyone as his knee bounced. He wasn’t sure if this was the right time, but if he was to make a relationship last, the one with Vanessa would be it.

“Uh, I have something to say.” Vince said, looking at the group. Everyone turned to look at him.

“Um... what?” Vanessa looked at (Y/n) and then to Vince. “What are you doing?”  

“Something I honestly should’ve done a while ago.” He smiled at her. “Vanessa, I didn’t know I was going to fall in love with you when (Y/n) introduced us back in the 80’s. I figured that her and Nikki just didn’t want me butting in on their dates.”

“Got that right,” Nikki interrupted and closed his mouth.

“I know that the road has been hard,” Vince glared at Nikki for a second before turning his attention back to Vanessa. “And I’m probably the last person you would want to spend your life with,” He got up from the table and knelt by Vanessa. “Vanessa Maria Rodriguez, will you marry me?” He showed her a beautiful silver ring with purple stones. (Y/n)’s eyes widened. She had never thought in a million years Vince would want to get married again.

“I….” Vanessa looked to (Y/n) who kept nodding her head. “Yes!”

“Yes!” (Y/n) jumped up and hugged her after Vince put the ring on her finger. “My best friend is getting married!” Vince looked over at Nikki, who was just sitting there, a little in shock.

Getting up he hugged Vince, “congrats man.” he muttered and cleared his throat. “I gotta head to the restroom for a sec.” he got out of the small area and headed to the restrooms with Mick following him. Turning on the sink he splashed water on his face, now if he asked (Y/n) it was going to seem as if he was copying Vince. Closing his eyes he tried to think of a different plan, but jumped when he felt a hand on him.

“I know what’s going through that head of yours.” Mick told him.

“Oh yeah?” Nikki smiled. “What are you a psychic?”

“I might be. Part of my alien charm.” He chuckled. “I know you’re not gonna ask her now, right?”

“It’ll just seem like I’m asking cuz Vince asked,” Nikki sighed and opened the box looking at the ring.

“You know that we’d all be happy for you though,” Mick told him. “And I don’t think Vince realized that’s what this night was for. Just go ahead and do it.”

“OK, I guess it’s now or never.” Nikki said as he gave Mick a smile and  walked out back to (Y/n). “Come on sweet girl, you and I have a date with the ferris wheel.”

****

“I thought Nikki would be happy for us,” Vince said to Vanessa after Nikki had walked off. (Y/n) was sitting on a park bench, eating a snow cone while she waited for him to come back.

Vanessa leaned in and sighed, “Nikki is going to propose. It’s the reason he brought (Y/n) here.” she gave him a soft smile. She placed a finger to her lips and looked at (Y/n). “So, what ride should we head to next? I’m thinking bumper cars!”

“Wait...oh shit…” Vince sighed. “He’s not gonna do it now, is he?” Vanessa took his hand and led him over towards a ride.

“Come on blondie,” she laughed. “Hey (Y/n), your boy is on his way back,” she smiled at her and used her head to point at Nikki’s direction. (Y/n) threw the trash away and made her way over to Nikki.

“Hey silly boy. Are you okay?” She asked, taking his hand.

“We have an appointment with the ferris wheel,” he said as he led her towards it giving Mick a wink. (Y/n) smiled as they made their way over to it. Nikki slipped the operator some money to stop them at the top after a few rounds. There weren’t many people on anyway.

When the ride stopped at the to Nikki smiled. “I have a question to ask you and the first time I did this… I don't think I did it right.” He took out the box and played with it in his hands. “I think that first time I asked you I was scared of losing you… don’t get me wrong I’m still scared. But, you are this light in my life that has helped to pull me out of the darkness. I lost you once because I was an idiot. (Y/n) Bass, will you marry me?”  

“Of course I want to marry you.” (Y/n) said, a smile on her face. “This time, we’ll do it right.” She held out her hand towards him, watching as he slid the ring on. “Oh my god, it’s beautiful!” She looked up at him. There was so much joy, love, and any other happy emotion in her eyes.

Nikki took her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. His fingers raked through her hair as he pulled her close, “I love you sweet girl.”

“I love you silly boy.” She kissed him again. The ferris wheel started to head back down and (Y/n) rested against Nikki.

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Abandoned Series: Chapter Four- Memories and Misunderstandings

When you awoke the next morning you rolled over and Steve was ...gone. To your disappointment, your human size golden retriever was MIA  was nowhere to be seen. You decided to take a shower and get dressed in some jeans and a simple sleeveless shirt and some ballet flats, just in case he kept his word and Coney Island was today. Which, let's be honest, he was a man of his word hell or high water. Unless a mission came up that is.

You walked out into the common area to everyone laughing and joking and seemingly ready to leave and go out for a day. Bucky was even smiling with Steve, reminiscing no doubt about the good ol' days and you smiled. You walked over to Sam who held out your coffee and thanked him. "Yo, whatever you did to Cap to get us a day off, thank you." You gave him a confused look as he kissed your hand and you swatted him away and chuckled. Wanda and Nat just wiggled eyebrows at you, just as he walked over and handed you the other half of his bagel. "Ya, know if you keep giving me half of your bagel, you're going to waste away, Cap." He laughed and leaned in. "I may, or may not, eat a whole other bagel before this one just so I can share it with you." He chuckled as you blushed at the thought of the past year of him sharing this and being a routine and then knowing that he does that. You bit your lip in hopes that your cheeks weren't flaming red but by the looks of Sam's shit-eating grin, your face betrayed you.

All of you piled up in the suburban, you between Wanda and Nat and then left for Coney Island like a bunch of kids ready for a field trip. When you all got there Nat, Clint, Tony, and Sam wanted to ride roller coasters while Wanda and you and ultimately Vision wanted to stay with Steve and subsequently Bucky. You were hoping also to maybe maintain some normalcy with Bucky. But knowing that just being with him and Steve would be awkward as hell, hence Wanda refusing to leave and where Wanda went Vis would follow.

"So where's the first stop, Steve?" He smiled and nodded in a direction with a secretive but excited face. As all of you came up on the Coney Island Art Walls and you knew why he would want to come here first. He was an artist after all, before a soldier. "Of course you'd come here, Punk." You heard Bucky chuckle and you smiled. Wanda and Vision held hands and walked around.

  You took a few pictures of some of your favorites with your phone and Steve pointed out some of his. You asked Bucky which ones he liked and he pointed out a few to your surprise and you maintained some friendly conversation. You were walking so close to Steve that his hand would brush yours occasionally and you came so close to grabbing it once, but refrained. He came from a different time and you may be badass as he liked to say but you weren't confident enough to do that. This was uncharted territory and you didn't know what to do. You loved him but you weren't ready for the finality of rejection so you would keep your feelings to yourself. IF anything happened it would have to be his move first.

Next stop was rides and junk food and all of that amazing fun that you would always miss out on being a full-time world saver.

 Steve got a call and stepped out of line while you stood with Bucky, awkwardly. "So, Y/N. Would it be ok if we pick up a few training sessions next week? The rest of the team seem ok with it. I really---" You looked over at him while he shifted his footing trying to find his words. "Of course we can try." He looked up and smiled."Really?" You nodded at him and his surprise. "Really, I think it would be good to have you back. I think training with everyone together and simulations will help to get in sync. We all need to be friends on and off the battlefield." He nodded and looked at Steve. "So...Steve? You guys friends?" You frowned not wanting a fight or to have this discussion and ever so slightly tensed. "I'm not--not trying to fight. I just...it looks like you to are...close?" You nodded just as Steve came over but that was where to conversation stopped and Bucky left it at that. You returned to your friendly banter and everyone loved the ride so much that you rode it twice. Although Vision was confused as to why one would enjoy things like that? Steve explained adrenaline rushes and fun, but really it just turned into Wanda, you and Bucky eating junk food and laughing at them.

You decided to get some hot dogs and roam around separately. Bucky met up with Nat and went with them for a while you and Steve went on the Ferris wheel. "So, havin' fun, doll?" You smiled and nodded looking out at the scenery before you. "This was perfection, thank you, Stevie." He had put his arm behind you and leaned back and hummed in response, totally relaxed. "You and Buck seemed to be getting along." You nodded in response. "He just asked about training and such. I said we could do that. I think it would be good for him to be back on the team and in missions." He gave you a sideglance and his eyebrow shot up. "The dynamic will change." It was just a statement and you looked at him. "I know. It'll all work out. Put me where you need me and who I work well with. Who knows, maybe in the sim and after a while, Bucky and I will work the best? Time will tell." He rubbed your shoulder and you leaned into him. "I dunno. I like havin' ya close. I trust you, I know we've got each others back." You laughed and slapped his ridiculously hard abs and he mock grunted. "Everyone has everyone else's back in this team. That's why I love it here, although to be fair before you found me I was in a musky cell in an abandoned asylum being experimented on...so..." You laughed at your own joke and he just shook his head. The ride stopped and the attendant came over and saw you two comfortably sitting there still lost in conversation. "You want another go, Captain?" He smiled and thanked him graciously as you went around again, but as you were just disappearing over the top you could've sworn you saw Bucky staring at you two from the crowd and you were sure that it probably looked like you and Steve were ...on a date. At least to anyone who didn't know better. You tensed up and Steve followed. "You okay?" You looked back at him and didn't want to worry him about nothing. It really was nothing, you and Steve were just friends and if you said anything he would just confirm that. "Yea, just ...nothing." You sat back and he resumed his position with his arm around you. "So where ya wanna go after this?" you shrugged. "Cotton candy and games?" He smiled, "Sounds like a plan." The remainder of the  ride was just spent in comfortable silence with his arm around you and you nearly falling asleep wishing for things that were never to be.

You got some cotton candy at The Tickler and then went for some carnival games and met up with everyone. You decided to challenge Tony to basketball hoop game.

"You're gonna be my bitch, Stark. You know this right?" He laughed and held a hand over his heart. "Oh please, little one. You know you're going to be making me sweet treats for a month after I school you in my b-ball skills right?" You rolled your eyes. "Fuck that. I get your best bottle of liquor if I win." He rolled his eyes. "You serious you little minx? That's an expensive game." You laughed. "Are you scared? Ok, how about this." You put your hand on your hip. "I win I get that ol dusty Harley in your basement that hasn't had any love since you dad was alive, its a sin." He thought a moment. "You serious, right now? That's a 1947 Harley Davidson, What do I get?" You shrugged. "What do you want?" He smirked and stroked his chin. "Pepper told you some things that she may have wanted a while back for her birthday?" You laughed heartily. "Oh, you mean on girls night? Yea. I may know if few things that the woman who has everything may have an eye on....deal?" He shook your hand. The bell rang and the deal was begrudgingly made to be held without the use of your powers. The team cheered you and him on and when it came down the last two 2 seconds and you were tied you prayed to the powers at be and shot and you made it all net while his was a rim shot that ....kept going around and didn't make it in, at least not in time. You jumped for joy while he  fell to the ground and screamed in mock or in real terror. At this point you were unsure. Steve came over and gave you slung his ridiculously heavy arm over your shoulder. "Well aren't you a ray of sunshine." You bit your lip and were completely ecstatic and hugged him. I just bet Tony and won a motorcycle. Steve sat you down and laughed. "You're a piece of work." You shrugged and walked off and called out over your shoulder. "So you keep telling me, Stevie."

After a few more games and a shit ton of ridiculous stuffed animals which everyone conspired against Sam alone, everyone piled back into the SUV and headed home. Tony put his arm around you as soon as you got out. "C'mon, I'll get you the keys." You wrapped your arms around his waist. "Sounds good. Plus I've got some ideas to give you about Pep's gift." He looked down and beamed while you headed up to his level for the new keys to the Harley.

After Tony, you decided you could wait to find Steve to give him his birthday present early, the keys to his new....and by new you mean dusty as hell and needed some love, Harley. He didn't know which motorcycle you won and while his birthday was a few weeks way there was no way in hell you were going to be able to wait that long. Fuck that, he was going to get it tonight. You walked towards his room and the door was cracked and you could hear him and Bucky speaking but when you turned to leave and give them privacy you heard your name and stopped in your tracks.

Bucky: "I've been watching you guys since I came home. You've been awfully cozy, Steve."

Steve: "Watching us?" Shit Bucky. That sounds creepy. You need to find a hobby." He laughed yet it seemed to be humorlessly.

Bucky: "Stop dancing around the question asshole." Bucky wasn't screaming but you could hear the tension and Steve huffed saying he didn't ask a question and then called him Stevie like you have been but in a teasing antagonizing tone.

Steve: "Shut it, Bucky. Stevie, it's a nickname she calls me. Leave it alone. N'ver said I liked it.  As for your questions, yea we're cozy. We're friends. So what? I've already told ya that and ya need to move on. You and she are no longer t'gether. You made sure of that."

Bucky laughed at his answer. "You sleep in the same room, Steve? Friends? Seriously, you gonna give me that line?"

Steve: "I was worried about her. She got hurt, by you. I'm not going to let her hurt when I can comfort her. And  I've slept on the floor in Nat's room before when she was shot. Nothing crazy man, I care about my team and friends. Fuck off." You rested your back against the wall. It was like a trainwreck that you could look away from. You wanted to leave and yet your feet were firmly planted on the floor. You stupidly thought you were special to him.

Bucky: " Oh, so you slept on the floor?" There was silence and you could hear a dour laugh from Bucky. "Right, friends. Yea. I bet friends fuck too. They call it friends with benefits these days." Steve let out a menacing sound.

Steve: "I've been here while you left. I've seen that woman through a lot of shit. If she's upset and wants me to stay with her, it's my choice to do so. We have never fucked or made love. We are just friends. I'm just trying to repair the damage that you did to a wonderful dame that didn't deserve to be fucked for the first time and then left."

Bucky: "Fine. Either way, I'm over it. I'm good at being friends with her. I just want to be on the team. If you wanna fuck her, you've got my blessing."

Steve: "WE ARE JUST FRIENDS! I don’t see her that way. Drop it Bucky. For fuck's sake man she doesn't wan----....."

You stifled a sob and your ears were ringing as he kept talking but you couldn't listen anymore and tried to silently flee the scene without either super soldier hearing you.

You went to your room and asked FRIDAY to keep all visitors out while you composed yourself. You took a long ass shower to wash the day and Coney Island off of you and put the Harley Keys in your desk drawer. They would still be his present but you just would wait to give them to him. You knew that he and you were a bad bet but hearing it from him and him being so dismissive. He made you feel special and then just told him that it was only because he was trying to fix the damage his best friend did. You hated being his little pity project and you had to steel yourself and put on your mask for game night otherwise everyone would know. You could claim to have a wicked headache and cash out early to try and avoid suspicion.

You went out and pizza and beers were already on the table and Never Have I Ever was already starting. Steve had a spot next to him and looked at you expectantly but you avoided his gaze and sat next to Wanda's feet and grabbed a slice of pizza and a beer. Tony came running in and showed you the gift he got her got under your advice and you chuckled at his excitement. "Y/N, you ok? Being kind of quiet." Clint asked as he chewed loudly on his food. Sam elbowed him and muttered something about manners maketh man. "Yea, just have a headache." Bucky then came in and went to sit next to Steve but he said no. "Y/N, do you want to sit here? I know you have a headache." You shook your head and tried to not look in his eyes but failed, his brows were stitched together in confusion at your distance. "No, thanks I'm good. You and Buck should hang out more anyway." You tried to give him a genuine smile but you knew he could see through it. Wanda started playing with your hair when she was done and leaned down to talk to you. "What's up?" You shook your head. "Just overheard a conversation and confirmed what I thought. No worries." She glared her eyes and you shook her off and laughed. The game started going around and easy conversations started flowing.

Clint gleamed. "Never have I ever jerked off to JC Penny catalog." Bucky laughed and put a finger down. "Hey man, things like that in our day were playboys. Plus it was when I had just come back. Fuck off." You laughed and then heard Wanda gasp behind you and everyone looked at her. "Hey, it's not that bad." Bucky shrugged it off. You looked back at her and she grabbed your hand. "You went in my head didn't you?" You tried to say it low but you know that Steve heard you because he was already acting like a nosey ass since you refused to sit next to him.

She pulled you around the corner in the kitchen so that you two could talk and she hugged you immediately. "It's fine Wanda, really." She pulled back and rubbed your arms. "No, it's not. That's so shitty of him. I know what I see in your mind is tainted with feeling but the words are there and I want to punch them both in their perfect teeth, so hard. You deserve so much better." You shook your head. "I'm ok Wanda. I knew that the chances of him wanting me were ...really nothing. So I know friends is all that I am. That's ok." Her face showed the heartbreak you felt. "But you love him, so much. I felt it." You nodded and looked at the ceiling refusing to cry, and put the wall up. "I'm fine Wanda. Please. Just let it go tonight." She nodded, knowing not to press you anymore, at least for the time being and that when you were ready to talk you would come to her.

 When you came back out you sat in your previous spot and you could see Steve staring at you while you tried to play along and act like everything was fine and dandy. Wanda, however, was pissed and out for blood. "Never have I ever had a one night stand or pity cuddled someone." Fucking hell Wanda and her weird sokovian accent and foreign ways. Nat smirked knowing something was going on. Steve's eyes narrowed and then got a bit wide as well as Buckys.

Sam was the first to speak, "So please don't tell me I have to drink for each one night stand because, bitch. It's about to get real. As for pity cuddle. Is that after the one night stand or on a different occasion." You can assume out of the corner of your eyes she was looking at Steve when she said. "Oh, definitely a separate occasion. Cuddling after sex is ok, but a pity cuddle just to make someone feel better say...when you're cleaning up the mess friend has made. Much worse." Tony unknowingly walked in on the conversation. "Oh yeah, that would be shitty. Especially for a girl to find out that a guy she likes gave her a pity cuddle in that scenario." Fuck. This just keeps getting better. Steve finished the rest of his beer quickly and Bucky patted him on the shoulder and whispered something in his ear and he nodded. It was your turn and you tried to lighten the mood. "Um-n-n never have I ever thrown up on Thunderbolt. Clint pointed directly to you, cursed and drank all while maintaining eye contact and you smiled. Bucky's turn was next and he took a drink before starting. "Never have I ever abandoned my family and a girl that I loved then came back and did some really shitty things, said some really shitty things. Even as much as an hour ago." Everyone was silent and only he drank. Tony was the one who spoke first. "Leave it to Bucky to do the most twisted Never yet and be the only one who drinks." Everyone chuckled and while Bucky was looking at only you it took you a few moments to look at him while he spoke. "I am really sorry. I did things because I was either scared or angry. I have no filter on my words and hell... sometimes my actions. So just feel free to punch me or tell me to shut the fuck up. It may not go well but we can go from there. I'm difficult but I want to be friends with everyone here. Especially you. Y/N. I'm sorry." You nodded but couldn't form words and your wall was still up. You had the olive branch out and knew he was sorry. And for him to do that in front of EVERYONE, well damn. You gave him a small smile and he took that. "I think that's my cue to go to bed. It's been a long day and my head is killing me." You stood up.

Tony smiled. "Wait you never told us how Cap here like the Harley." Your eyes got big and you shook your head avoiding Steve's face, you looked at Tony.  "That's because I never gave it to him." Tony was confused and of course, has no brain-mouth filter. "B-but you were headed to his room right when you left me." You waved him off and turned to leave the living area. "Nevermind. Steve, I have your birthday present. I'll give it to you later. Night."  When you looked at Steve he was standing and his eyes were pained. He knew that you heard the conversation, not sure how much, but he knew that was the cause for the distance. He went to follow you around the couch and everyone played busy and didn't look at you two.  You put your hand up and kept your internal wall up. You could resume your "friendship" tomorrow but tonight you needed to mourn the loss of the hope you had. "I'm fine, Steve. Just a headache, please. I'll give you your present tomorrow." Your eyes were pleading with him as you walked away from him and for a second he looked broken, but you knew it was in your head. The same head that said you were special to him and that he cared for you. His words proved otherwise.

The room fell silent as you did a different walk of shame to your room.

[writinanon]

Collision

The Continuing Story of Deputy Rook and Sheriff Jake.

  Jake looked over at Rook as she was shooting pool with Nick. Sharky and Hurk had done it again only this time they summoned Rook alone, or rather Joseph and Rook. Both looked beat to hell and Rook revealed that Nuclear bombs had fallen in her world after she managed to defeat each of the Seeds. Joseph stuck to her side like a bur. It was a shame that Jake couldn’t arrest him for crimes committed in an alternate universe. Rook mourned the loss of her friends, of her enemies, and tried to put on a brave face for most of it. Jake figured that Joseph clung because she was all he had left of his world. Since no bombs fell Jake managed to arrest and get the leaders of The Garden of Eden sentenced to prison, in different maximum-security prisons. Jake’s eyes moved over to Joseph, sitting in a booth with water, watching Rook’s every move.

 “Hey Rook are you gonna join the sheriff’s office here?” Mary May asked and Rook looked over. They hadn’t told anyone that she’d already applied and he took her in a heartbeat. Jake lost three of his deputies to the Cult and Rook was more than qualified. Hell, if he could he’d co-sheriff with her. She’d more than earned it.

 “Well actually I joined up already. I start back next week.”

 “We’re still sorting the paperwork of the arrests. It won’t be official until next week.” Jake said. Whatever spell they’d used was permanent this time. Joseph was somber and silent, never straying too far from Rook so Jake had no idea what was going to happen when she went to work but he was prepared to force the other man to stop.

  Rook looked good in her deputy uniform. Her hair was pulled back in a bun and she was early, coffee in hand.

 “Where’s your preaching shadow?”

 “Joseph is working on a book.” She said carefully and sat at her desk.

 “I know there isn’t much we can do here but do you honestly think letting him roam free is a good idea?” Jake really didn’t want to deal with another Cult, especially one that would be led by someone that looked like his little brother. Joe was avoiding Joseph like the plague. They both had such similar interests but went about showing them in wildly different ways.

“He doesn’t have the means or the will to start a new Cult. For now. If he does try we’ll figure it out. We can put things in place to prevent him from taking up Shiloh’s stragglers.” The remaining stragglers that had slipped through the noose of the resistance and then the reinstatement of actual law enforcement.

 “Like what?”

 “Well threatening my life will probably work for a little bit until we can come up with something more concrete.” She offered with a shrug and looked down at her hands.

 “I’m not going to threaten to kill you just to keep the crazy man in line.” There was a concerned piece of Jake that wondered if Rook wanted to die, her friends and family were dead the people she fought tooth and nail to save were dead and all she had to show for it was the same man that would have seen her brainwashed and turned into a cultist.

 “It’s just… Joseph doesn’t have the network here that he did previously. Before he had Jacob’s strength and when he couldn’t smooth things over with words he had John’s malicious charisma and Faith’s drugs. Plus… Everyone is gone.” She looked at her hands. She would do that sometimes, just stare at her hands.

 “Rook you’re not a murderer for protecting your life.” Jake knew that look. It was the same look all soldiers got when they felt bad for killing someone that would have killed them and others.

 “We should talk about something else.” She mused bitterly, she would forever think herself a murder and Jake couldn’t fault her for it, he felt that way too.

 “Okay so the Testy Fest is coming up.” She burst into laughter and he smiled. He couldn’t give her absolution but he could try to prove to her that her sins didn’t matter.

 “Oh those poor bulls.” She muttered and gave him a shaky smile. They hadn’t actually come to an agreement on the matter but for now they’d let it ride and see how things turned out.

  Joseph watched Rook walk into the house, Deputies worked long hours. She pulled her hair out of the bun it was held in and blinked seeing him sitting in the living room.

 “What do you want for dinner?” She asked as she stepped out of her shoes. They’d been stuck in that Bunker for a month and a half before being released. In the bunker it had been his reading and her utter silence until he slipped and had a moment of anger. She took everything from him while he tried to save her wretched soul. He tried his damnedest to make her worthy of walking through Eden’s Gates. When he expressed this to her she barked a sharp laugh at him and tore into him with words. How he might have been right about the end of the world but forcing people to conform or die was wrong. It hurt people. It destroyed people. It was only the Lord Above that could judge and grant clemency or condemnation. Listening to her repeat chapter and verse to him, justifying her own rejection and resistance and destruction of all he held dear was maddening in so many ways.

  It had been the first time that he kissed her in a moment of passion. She hadn’t returned it, but then he hadn’t given her the chance to recover from her shock either. She wasn’t completely silent after that but tended to keep a distance from him and when he tried to provoke her into discussion of psalms and verses she would narrow her eyes at him and shake her head. Once he had been assured that she wouldn’t kill him, or herself, he had released her from the cuffs. When they arrived in the middle of the church, the church that they had fought in, with the pair of fools that wanted fire and destruction, sought it out for fun Joseph wondered if the Lord was taking pity on them, or if he was punishing them. Rook now surrounded by those that she loved and cared for, those she had sacrificed for, but they knew nothing of this, knew nothing of her but that she wore the same face as a woman that would have brought them to Salvation. Joseph now with his Family and those that wore the faces of his lost Family, but they weren’t actually His Family. All they truly had, even now surrounded by others, was each other. He knew that the Sheriff was talking of arresting him or putting him in an asylum, but Joseph would take Rook if that happened. He had already planned for this, he remembered Faith’s notes well and could distill enough Bliss to incapacitate the Deputy and keep her pliant while he tried to locate them a new home. But another day had passed and he was free. Another day had passed and Joseph remained within the Deputy’s home and not that sinner Jake.

 “I made sandwiches because you didn’t tell me when you would be home.” Sometimes she arrived on time, but occasionally she wouldn’t come home until very late. He always stayed awake until she returned to him. And she did always return to him. In their world and here.

 “Oh.” She blinked, taken off guard, and stood awkwardly in the doorway. “Thanks.”

  Rook was slowly adjusting, it took some getting used to but she was slowly assuring the people that remembered her as a crazy woman that she wasn’t the same. Her life was weird and had only become weirder with this twist but she was trying to find joy in it. She was currently sitting in the rebuilt church that Pastor Jerome called perish.

 “Was there something you needed?” He asked softly. It was a Friday, she honestly should have been at work. But there was only so much paperwork she could file and staring she could handle. So she went ‘on patrol’ something they did periodically now to ensure that the remaining Peg – Geos were captured or were the peaceful ones that wouldn’t do anything but carried on the tenants of the Garden.

 “I just… It’s quiet here. I’ll leave if you want me to.”

 “No, all is well. I just didn’t take you as religious.” He chuckled softly and she ran a hand through her hair.

 “My parents were religious. I’m open to interpretation so long as you don’t try to force it on me or others.” He nodded and hummed in agreement.

 “Would you mind if I sat with you? It’s been a while since I had a moment for myself.” He smiled at her and she motioned to the pew.

 “It’s your church.”

 “It’s God’s church.” He corrected gently. “We are merely patrons visiting his House.” He took the seat beside her but was half an arm’s length away. Rook was grateful for the company, for the understanding. Sometimes it felt like Joseph was the only one that understood her. Sometimes she worried that the fact that three nights out of seven she woke up and fell asleep in his arms. She half expected him to kiss her again and dreaded that. Dreaded that because it had felt nice, for as fierce and domineering as it was, it had felt nice to be kissed with such passion. She’d never been kissed like that before, like she was the only thing that made up the world the good and the bad.

  She looked down at her hands and sometimes she could see the blood caked there. Jerome had yet to see her stick her hands in the holy water to try and cleanse the blood but she had a feeling if she wasn’t careful about it he would and she would have a ticket to a mental hospital. They could give her and Joseph adjoining rooms.

  Getting to enjoy the Testy Fest was fun, as the carnival was winding down music was playing and there was dancing. She had a few to drink and was pleasantly buzzed when Jake walked up at her grinning. He held out his hand.

 “How ‘bout it?” He asked and she laughed before taking his hand. They danced to the upbeat music until Mary May started to play slow songs. Rook bit her lip and looked up into his blue eyes. He placed his hands on her hips and started to sway slowly.

 “This is like a coming of age prom movie.” She muttered as she placed her hands on his shoulders. The lamp light over head caught on the ring he’d given her.

 “You kept it?”

 “Well yeah. I didn’t want to forget.” He smiled brightly and she grinned back at him before resting her head on his shoulder. “Did you mean it?”

 “You’re someone worth trying for.” He promised her. They continued to sway for a while, as songs shifted by and Mary May was dragged down from her position of DJ by Jonathan. Rook smiled at that. Rebecca took over and played a random assortment before she grinned.

 “Here Jake!” And the opening strains of Only You started to play.

  Joseph, who was not glaring at the couple dancing he was merely observing to ensure that the Sheriff didn’t do anything untoward to the Deputy, moved as fast as possible as his brother’s song played and Rook froze completely. She wouldn’t harm the man she was dancing with but anyone else around them would be injured, as much as Joseph would like to see them understand that she was not like them it wouldn’t do to have her be locked away. He placed his hands on her shoulders and pulled her away from the Sheriff. She moved willingly enough.

 “Perhaps we should take our leave? It has been a long day.” Her hand inched toward the knife that was no longer there and then she was looking into his eyes, those feral eyes were calming down. “Take me home.” He commanded and she nodded before escorting him away. Joseph glanced back at the confused people and smiled. Truly they’d never understand his Deputy. She was stronger than they were but now was not a time to show it.

  Jake frowned as he watched them leave. He went and grabbed his coat and hat, getting briefly stopped by Joe.

 “I can’t leave her alone with him. Not when she’s like that.”

 “I understand just… Take this. I made it for her.” Joe handed over a basket of bread and a small package. “She’ll… She’ll understand.” Jake nodded, taking the gifts, and headed after them.

  The Rook household was dark and quiet when he arrived. He knocked on the door and hoped that she would answer but instead it was Joseph. Between them getting home, about ten minutes ahead of him because he got delayed by Rebecca asking what she’d done wrong, he had lost his shirt. Rook was usually able to get him to wear a shirt but around their home he usually went without one.

 “Yes?” He asked in that pleasant tone that Jake had come to understand was his default when he wasn’t pleased at all.

 “Is she alright?” He asked, knowing he would not be invited in.

 “Rook is fine, she merely needed to get away from everyone.”

 “Everyone but you.”

 “Well I do live here too and she did drive me.”

 “Tell her that Rebecca is sorry and give her this.” He handed over the basket and Joseph took it, probably intending to do no such thing until Rook’s voice called out.

 “Jacob? No. Jake.” She smiled faintly. She shooed Joseph away but he only allowed her to stand in the doorway, not actually leaving. He loomed behind her, eyes that misted over and serene look that meant he was plotting something. Jake knew because it was similar to the look Shiloh wore when she was plotting something.

 “Joe baked some of that bread you like and he made you something. He wanted to give it to you but got distracted.” Jake said softly. “Are you okay?”

 “I will be. I didn’t hurt anyone this time.” She smiled but looked tired.

 “Well rest up you’ve got the next todays off.” He waved and headed back to his car. He glanced back and saw her take the basket from Joseph but Joseph was the one to close the door and shut them off from his eyes. He was once again wearing the infuriating smirk. Jake’s hands clenched into fists. He had never thought of hurting his brothers but that expression on Joseph’s face made him want to beat it off him, and not even wearing Joe’s face made the desire vanish. He sat in his car for a long moment, watching the lights of the living room and then the upstairs bedroom flick on. He saw Rook’s for in the window through the sheer curtains and felt something inside him loosen. A text notification pinged on his phone.

 ‘Are you watching me change clothes like a creep?’

 ‘Just making sure you don’t need me to come rescue you.’

 ‘Well I’m fine. Really, I’m locked in my room. I’m going to go to sleep. Tell Joe thanks. Tell him that I’m honored.’ Jake wondered what his little brother had given her other than bread but figured he could interrogate his brother easier than he could his Deputy.

 ‘Goodnight.’

 ‘Night.’

  The rosary held a few more beads than Joseph’s and was made of wooden beads instead of the glossy black ones his had. The cross at the end was small and simple. Rook was touched that Joe had wanted to give this to her.

 “It guided my love through turbulent times. It guided me through darkness. May it guide you to happiness.” His little note said. Joanna’s prayer beads were lovingly cared for. Joe’s devotion to his wife still clear. She almost didn’t want to touch them with her sinner hands. But that was what they were made for, absolving sin. She wrapped them around her right wrist, leaving a little slack for them to move freely if necessary. As she was getting dressed she looked down at the tattoo she had on her chest, dead center and above any collar for a woman’s shirt. John knew how and where to place a mark. She traced her hand below the black lettering that was now beginning to fade a bit, going just slightly blurry at the edges. She pulled on her shirt, seeing the top half of the letters but ignored it. She needed to go grocery shopping and pick up a friend. She needed a guard dog.

[howwelldoyouknowyourmoon]

An eerie night inside Blue Mountains sect the Twelve Tribes

                                             Updated June 14, 2018

THEIR beliefs have attracted attention from authorities globally. On this cold night, we went inside the home of the controversial sect.

James Weir              news.com.au               June 8, 2018

A TAMBORINE rattles and feet stomping on timber floorboards echoes down the dark garden path of this strange, old house.

Don’t bring anything, just yourself, were the instructions given by an intense man who stared deeply and refused to blink.

It’s a cold Friday night in the small town of Katoomba in the Blue Mountains. Up the road, about 500m, backpackers and weekenders scurry into bars and restaurants to escape the icy air. But a stroll down Baptist St along the train line, there’s no one else. That’s when the tambourine rattles.

An electric doorbell is stuck to the side of the old home’s thick front door. The hi-tech convenience goes against the simple notions of the group that resides here. It’s just one of many contradictions.

Yellow light floods the darkness as a young man pulls the door open and loud renaissance music pours out with it. The stomping amplifies.

In the living room, a circle of young people spins around fast. It’s a blur of young men with leather headbands, little kids with long hair and young women covered up in floor-length skirts and baggy white blouses with braids down their backs.

They hold hands and thump their feet on the worn-out floorboards. Older members, also clothed in plain, conservative outfits, sit on the edges of the room and watch.

This is Friday night Shabbat at Balmoral House, one of the Sydney bases of controversial international religious group the Twelve Tribes. Its members are fiercely loyal to the conservative and reclusive practices. But those who have left the group tell a different story.

The group has faced global criticism for its views on race, homosexuality and child discipline teachings, which enforce hitting. In 2013, a police raid removed 40 children from a Twelve Tribes property in Germany after undercover footage captured repeated physical punishment of a number of children. This week, an investigation was launched in New York after an upstate property run by the tribe was allegedly found to be enforcing child labour.

As the circle spins inside the old house, a girl approaches with a tall glass of thick, purple liquid. Everyone stares until it’s sipped.

‘ALL MY BRAINWASHING CAME DOWN’

Rosemary Ilich remembers the day she decided to leave the Twelve Tribes after 13 years inside with her husband and three children.

“It’s like all my brainwashing came down. To realise what a crazy thing I’d been part of — a horrible thing — it’s like a bucket of cold ice thrown at your face,” she tells news.com.au about the day she quit in 2010, a short time after her husband and son left.

Matthew Klein had a similar feeling after he was kicked out in 2001. He managed to get his kids out, but his wife insisted on staying.

“I still remember lying in bed thinking, f**k, I was in a cult. It hit me like a tonne of bricks,” he tells news.com.au.

The group that promised unconditional love, acceptance and forgiveness became a horror that, for years, they couldn’t escape.

“It’s like your whole map of reality gets changed. You become your own enemy,” Mrs Ilich says. “So when you have healthy doubts, you think, no, that’s the devil talking to me. That’s what the teachings are there for. It’s for judging yourself, removing your sin and you become obsessed with that.”

On the surface, the fundamentalist organisation, which began 46 years ago in Chattanooga, Tennessee, offers members community and enlightenment and provides them with a simple, sustainable way of life. Its enforced beliefs are a mishmash of Judaism, Christianity and teachings written by founder Eugene Spriggs — a former carnival showman known to followers as “Yoneq”.

Its estimated 3000 members are placed in tribes across the US, Australia, Spain, Germany, France, Argentina, Canada and the Czech Republic. Tribes live together in self-sustaining communities, with many operating cafes — all named The Yellow Deli Cafe — in small nearby towns.

According to Mrs Ilich those who join the group are made to work tirelessly in the cafes or labour on the farms and in the households without payment.

“Bit by bit, you lose all your critical thinking,” Mrs Ilich says. “I did have red flags coming up but you always think it’s Satan. Because it’s all you hear about is Satan, all day. And you’re also supposed to confess things. You’re cut off from information — you can’t read the papers, I wasn’t allowed to drive, I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere. All there is is heavy repetition. Nothing else.”

Raphael Aron, director and counsellor of Cult Consulting Australia, has worked with former Twelve Tribes members after they’ve exited the group. He says communities like it can target a person’s desire to belong.

“There is no relationship between stability or intelligence and the human vulnerability to recruitment,” he says. “Some of the most prominent members … are highly educated individuals often with multiple college degrees.”

When members join the Twelve Tribes, they’re asked to sell any property or possessions and give all their earnings to the tribe. Inside, no one has savings and electronic items like phones, computers and televisions are not allowed.

“They tell you you can leave, but you can’t,” former member Greg Kelly tells news.com.au.

INSIDE THE BIG, OLD HOUSE

Inside the tribe’s dimly lit Yellow Deli Cafe in Katoomba this Friday afternoon, it’s all dark nooks and heavy varnished timbers. The strong smell of stewed meats and spices cloud the space. Tribe teachings and symbolic murals are painted on the wall. A small phrase is painted in cursive writing: “Eternity is a long, long time.”

A tall middle-aged man with greying hair walks up the stairs to the tiny second level. He leans over the railing next to the table, stares intently and introduces himself. All the other customers in the cafe are in groups. But at this small table sits a lone customer.

The man doesn’t blink. He stares deeply and talks slowly. He’s intense but welcoming. And almost insistent that the invitation to the tribe’s house be accepted. The mention of friends gets him excited. “Bring them!” he encourages, before off-loading a loaf of olive bread and a green super bar, specially made by the tribe.

A few days later, Mrs Ilich will explain the tribe’s obsession with bringing in new members.

“If people are not getting added to the community then it’s your fault. The problem is always with you — it’s never the leaders, because they represent God,” she says.

After the sun sets in the mountains and the temperature plunges, that’s when the tambourines and the purple juice and exotic smells ambush the senses.

“I’m so glad you came,” the man from the deli beams, pulling up chairs on the perimeter of the spinning circle.

Staring at the young people dancing, he explains a lot of them have been in the tribe since they were kids — some of them born into it. It’s hard to tell how old anyone is. The girl with the purple juice looks about 16. But the man says she’s in her 20s or 30s.

It’s difficult to identify or remember people. And everyone has a Hebrew name.

“They change Hebrew names all the time,” Mrs Ilich later explains. “I think it helps with confusing everyone. When you try find someone in there there’s five (people named) Emunah, Anav, Daveed, Israil. It’s easy to mask people.”

One of the young men here gave up his farm in Gunnedah to join the tribe. He met his wife here and, after marrying, they had a child. Their little blonde girl is not shy like the others and has cheekiness in her eyes.

You can only marry within the tribe, the man explains. If an attraction forms, the man and woman are required to go to the leaders (there’s three, but one main leader, it’s later said) for approval. Meetings are organised between the pair to talk. They’re not allowed to touch. These meetings can go for months until they decide they want to marry. It’s only after the wedding a couple can kiss.

“They don’t have birth control and they try to get the ladies to have as many (children) as they can,” Mrs Ilich later explains. When she decided to leave in 2010, her oldest daughter had just become engaged to a boy who grew up in the tribe and insisted on staying at the group’s Picton farm. Mrs Ilich hasn’t been allowed to meet her three grandchildren or see her daughter, now 27, since 2013.

Silence falls at the end of each song and the dancing bodies turn lifeless until a strum of the guitar tells them it’s OK to move again. About an hour passes before the circle disbands and everyone finds a place in the living room to sit reverently. One by one, five people stand up to deliver an improvised sermon about what they’re thankful for.

Suddenly the group launches into vigorous song.

“There’s gonna be thousands of these everywhere!” the intense man yells over the music.

LOVE-BOMBED, BRAINWASHED

You can make the “commitment”, he urges later while standing in the front garden of the old house. It’s cold, dark and quiet.

I “put out the message” and you “received it”, you were open, he says. Friends are always going to abandon you, he explains. But not the tribe.

He offers a bed at Balmoral House. Come for a weekend, he suggests. “You can work in the cafe,” he says.

Three weekend stays is all it took before Mrs Ilich and her family moved into the tribe’s farm.

“We unknowingly put ourselves in the process of recruitment,” she recalls. “It’s called love-bombing — they shower you with love and affection and make you feel like family.”

She added: “We didn’t know what hit us. We fell in love with them. They kind of rewrite your past for you and you start thinking about your past in a dark light. They started making me look at my life like my family is trying to control me. They try to separate you from each other.”

While Cult Consulting Australia’s Raphael Aron does not classify specific groups as cults, he says clients are “very quick to point out the cult-like characteristics” of the Twelve Tribes, which include shunning family members who leave the group.

At a long communal dinner table, the intense man from the deli happily tells his story while picking at a plate of stewed beef, vegetables and noodles. He asks about family relationships, living situations and car possession.

Specific questions about how the tribe works draw vague answers from him. When external criticism is brought up, he changes topic.

The circle is spinning and the stomping resumes while a girl blows softly into a recorder. A young woman brings over a mug of warm liquid. She stares blankly when thanked.

“Look around!” the man says. “Does this look like a cult?”

https://www.news.com.au/lifestyle/real-life/true-stories/an-eerie-night-inside-blue-mountains-sect-the-twelve-tribes/news-story/2071df35fee257d4d3a5f4ba2191d73a

Children of the Tribes

In this country we celebrate the First Amendment, which prevents the government from interfering with religious beliefs and practices. But what if those beliefs and practices make children suffer?

By Julia Scheeres

“In 1972, a former high school teacher and guidance counselor named Gene Spriggs and his fourth wife, Marsha, started a gathering of believers in their home. ... Later the tenor of the sect changed. Spriggs began to preach that blacks were destined to be slaves, homosexuals “deserved the death penalty,” and women — who weren’t allowed to use birth control — had to atone for Eve’s original sin by giving birth without painkillers. He drafted rules regulating everything from fingernail length to how married couples should engage in intercourse.”

US Department of Labor in Albany Finds Multiple Child Labor Violations at Common Sense Farm as a Result of June 2018 Twelve Tribes Investigation

Video: This man lost his wife to the Twelve Tribes cult

UC/FFWPU Recruitment – The Boonville Chicken Palace

Boonville – “It was a very complex set of manipulations”

Indemnity is a Moon Trap

The Four Fallen Natures of the Divine Principle are used as a means of controlling members.

Fear is not a good reason to stay in the UC

Scared of leaving?

Moon “split the person apart”

[pieroscit]

Finally, art after like 5 fucking months of being silent! So I went through all my art and redid some of the art that I first did when i got SAI and my tablet. oh the memories! Look below to see what they all are and where they come from. Also click on my blog to find the non-referencey one. 1. I did a swimsuit girl. One of the first things i originally drew. it was with naughtier intentions at the time but not this time. shhhh 2. I was really into elves. And this one style of dress. Like it was on 7 characters of mine. So I said no! and gave her a complete makeover. Also almost every character has different hair styles cuz I really like side swept bangs but now my sister complains that all my characters have the same hair so I'm trying not to do it as much anymore. SO this character turned into a magic elf lady who's like a princess, her crown is the flowers and horns. My story is that she's been captured and lives as a captive in a different kingdom. Her no eyes it kind of blindness and some form of wisdom or like shes a better race vibe. She's not having fun. yay 3. I was really into luminosity settings at the time. Really into luminous eyes. so I think I just drew this to have a body to the eyes. I just redrew it and gave her appropriate clothes for sparkler season. 4. Originally, I'm pretty sure this was a Gardevoir gjinka of some sort, but no more! I went for a more universe vibe and made a mix of a universe and rock lady. I really like and the border surrounding her. {>w<} 5. Mustache me vs. A mustache Taco. In highschool me and this one friend would fight over who's mustache drawing was the best and my mustache really got out of hand. Here I simplified it and gave me a more Tangled-like mustache. I likey 6. Soul Eater self-insert. She was originally like this super edgy witch meister {that looked a hell of a lot like Maka} cuz I had just watched the anime and I didn't know about the witch character, but to today I am really proud of her weapons history. He's a kishan but not of his own choice. His parents were really close to being kishans but to avoid it, they transferred their sins/souls to their newborn son. So he isn't evil but being identified as a kishan isn't exactly great. But I redid their designs but the witch still has a sweater thing going cuz I actually wear combos like that often. She has her own sword instead of scythe, sigh, and her weapon turns into a sword so she dual wields. oohh. I actually like that idea. Also, this is the same situation as 3. Really into luminosity settings. 7. Suta is star in japanese. He is a character for my Aurora series. He used to look like a pajama boy before and he's supposed to be an actual star, so I remodeled him. Simple. 8. Bill was my first piece after my SAI and computer and tablet finally fixed itself. It was simple. I was gonna not do him but it was in the old art folder so I did him. I like his pose. 9. This is one of the first things I made on SAI. Me and my sister in cow onesies. Yes. We look adorable. 10. Another early drawing. A lot of my early work on SAI was trying to figure shit out, so it was more objects than people. This was a temporary tattoo I got as a kid at a carnival and was obsessed with till my second year of highschool. I got an actual temporary tattoo that lasted like 2 weeks on vacation once. It's a mix of angel and demon stuff. I haven't drawn it in a while so I got creative and this is what I turned it to.

[oodlenoodleroodle]

I had this plan of making a Incorrect Fallen London Quotes from all the things said in this video as a Christmas present for @incorrectfallenlondonquotes It’s now four months after Christmas so it didn’t quite pan out, but here it is (sorry about long post): 

Asking someone who has recently come from the surface: How you feeling? Them, overwhelmed by their first experiences with menaces: Uhhh, egg roll. I wish I had a breeze running down my leg. I'd kill for a cookie. Stingray, a double-sided Scooby Snack. Yeah we pick our hotel.

Scholars of Correspondence: Help me burn that old man. Player Character: I can't dude. Scholars of Correspondence: Yes you can. Let's fricking burn that guy. Hit him on the eyeball. Hey don't offend me.

Shopping at Nasso's Zoologicals: Can I have this sloth?

Seeing a starveling cat for the first time: A skunk!

Watching the activities on Ladybones Road: I can't believe there's a manhole and he fell in it!

An Unaccountably Peckish individual: I want it now! I want cake NOW! I want it now!

After encountering the Eater-of-Chains: I found Fido! Hey, I found Fido! I found Fido you guys!

The Topsy King: Stank! *sniff sniff* Hambone? Hm?

Affectionate Devil: Hey, I'd love to get you a Mai Tai! Come on I'll make it myself. Player Character who would rather keep their soul: Umm.. Affectionate Devil: Is that a bother?

A Rubbery Man: Aaa-aaah-aaah-aaaa-aa! Regular Londoners: What's wrong with him?

A Drownie: Ooh I'm WHITE!

The Dauntless Temperance Campaigner: Stop doin' heroin!

The Skullduggerous Urchin to the Well-Scrubbed Urchin: I dare you to spit in that guy's drink...

Player Character narrating his evening with the Kashmiri Princess: I went out with a girl this weekend and we just kept having a ball. Then I come over to hang out after the game, and it's just, her floor's just bean bags. So that's when I'm a jerk to her, 'cause I'm all "come pick up all your floor bags! You ain't living in South-East Asia!"

The most recentest larks of the Young Stags: You gotta make a 45-degree like this, and use froggy voice when you eat old fruit salad. Mmmmm-muhh!

The Dawn Machine: I encompass, and I eclipse. [hic] You got the hiccups.

Player Character: The vet said, "Dude," he said, "your cat's just pregnant." And I said, "Okay so I won't go and kick her."

Doctor Schlomo: Pretty female parts.

The Tiger Keeper of the Labyrinth of Tigers: You took three chomps and then threw your hotdog up over here! I got thirteen snakes over here!

Wealthy Londoners during the first mayoral election: Dude I'll have you money. Sinning Jenny: You better. Wealthy Londoners: And then you could buy a pregnant cow!

The Bishop of Southwark being disappointed that you're voting for Sinning Jenny for Mayor: I showed you that girl's pictures, right?

At the shroom hopping races (after a visit to the fine establishment of F. F. Gebrandt): Look, I brought you a potion and it's gonna work great 'cause it'll make you run. And you brought your potion, right?

Exiled Player Character turning down the advances of a flirty Tomb Colonist: You're dead to me.

Disgraced Rattus Faber Chief: I'd fight for this man, he's got a frisbee.

Ordering rubbery lumps at the Carnival: Breast lump!

Mr. Sacks: You got an orange peanut? The Player Character: Yeah. Mr. Sacks: An orange peanut?! The Player Character: Mm-hmm. Mr. Sacks: For me? The Player Character: That's right. Mr. Sacks: Ah, wow, an orange peanut? Well I accept you.

The Finger Kings: Finger time.

The Once-Dashing Smuggler: I made some chicken rolls...

Player Character preparing for Persuasive activities: Get me a fur at the fancy pawn shop, and get a beard!

[nienorwinchester]

#2 Destiel fics REC list

You can find my first Destiel and Cockles rec list here.

I decided to make a new one because the first one was sooo big and it was time for a fresh start. :) I will update the list whenever I have a lot of new fics to add. Right now I uploaded nearly a 100 fics, so enjoy them. :)

PS: every fic is “explicit”, or at least “mature” here. And you can find two sections: “Long fics” and “Short fics”. If you not see “AU” or “A/B/O” next to the titles it means that it’s an SPN verse/canon verse fic. I don’t like OOC fics, no matter if it’s canon verse, AU or A/B/O. There’s one exception for OOC fics in here: if it’s tooo good and beautiful with fantastic story, oh, and epic. :)

Long fics (More than 30k)

Ad Interim by emwebb17 (AU)

Castiel is invited to study at the prestigious International Academy of Art and is one of the very select few who is told about the real power of Art: people and events can be influenced by the stroke of a paintbrush.  As Castiel learns more about this power, he realizes he can do a lot more than what he's being taught in the classroom.  Maybe even interact with the beautiful, expressive subject of his favorite four hundred year old painting.

Anything, I repeat, ANYTHING by emwebb17 is a must read. She’s one of the best Destiel and Cockles writers. Trust me, she’s never gonna disappoint you.  

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The Spirit of Lawrence High verse by violue (AU)

Dean Winchester is funny, gorgeous, brave, loyal, and a breath of fresh air in Castiel Shurley's life. Dean Winchester is also a ghost haunting Castiel's school, but nobody's perfect, right?

This. Is. A. Must-read. Trust me, it’s epic and it has a fantastic happy ending, no MCD. :) Oh, and read anything by violue. She’s a genius.

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Carnival Oasis series by violue (AU)

The adventures of Dean Winchester and his sin eating boyfriend.

I can’t express myself well, I can’t tell you how much I love this series. It’s a beautiful masterpiece, highly rec it. :)

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Unfamiliar by riseofthefallenone (AU)

“We all know that Familiars will be the closest to you. Your bond with a Familiar will transcend family, friends, and even your future husband or wife. A Familiar becomes a part of you, and you a part of them.” Mr. Adler’s dull tone rolls across the auditorium and it’s clear to everyone that he doesn’t care about the topic. It makes Castiel feel bad for his Familiar. “Now, can anyone tell me why Witches need Familiars and why they need us?”

Riseofthefallenone is one of our best authors. Highly rec all her fics.

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The Complete Works of Emmanuel Allen by violue (AU)

Dean Winchester, reluctant business owner, reluctant home owner, and reluctant cat owner, is striking up a very promising friendship with the author of his favorite book series.

And he has no idea.

Violue is one of our best authors. I highly rec all of her fics. :)

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Dean Winchester Is a Gay Virgin by betts (her old name was betty days, sadrobots) (AU)

"Dean Winchester has a grand total of two big secrets:

Secret #1 is that he’s a virgin.

Secret #2 is that he’s gay."

***

Dean Winchester is a college junior, a full-time mechanic, and a baseball superstar. He's so far in the closet, he can't find a way out. Then he meets Castiel Krushnic, the totally dreamy President of the LGBTQA Alliance at school, and finds out that Cas has some dark secrets of his own.

This. Is. A. Must. Read. Anything by betts is perfect. I highly rec all of her fics.

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Dear Dean by anyrei, Drunk_Idjit                

Season 10. Takes place right after Dean is cured and decides to take a break from the hunting life to get back on his feet. Cas is on his mission finding rogue angels with Hannah. Sam suggests a dating website for Dean so he can look for new friends, or something more. He wants Dean to feel like a normal human being again. Cas finds out and decides to start writing to Dean anonymously through the website. 

Seriously guys, you have to read this. Perfect amount of angst, hurt/comfort and fluff. Not some cliché fic, so highly rec it.

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First Gentleman Wanted by youaresunlight (AU)

President of the United States Castiel Novak is popular, charismatic, and knee-deep in campaigning for a second term. He’d be the ideal candidate if it weren’t for the fact that he hasn’t dated once while in political office. With his opponent’s relentless PR team calling him incapable of emotional commitment, Castiel’s staff decides to remedy the situation by finding their boss a fake, picture-perfect boyfriend. And when Dean Winchester enters the scene, he and Cas become America’s new favorite couple, except they’ve got a whole lot of history between them and complicated feelings to resolve.

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Written in the Scars on Our Hearts by elizaye (A/B/O)

Dean's... content. He's single, and he'll probably stay that way for the rest of his life. He screwed up his relationship with Cas, fucked up badly enough that no one in their right mind would take him back, and really, Dean's already stupidly lucky that he's allowed to see Ariel at all, let alone have her over at his place every other weekend. It's more than he deserves, but hell, he's not about to give it up. He's accepted the consequences for his actions, and he's content. At least, he thinks he is.

Here’s the link for the whole series.

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Angel Bridge by Desirae (AU)                

“Oh, I’m just peachy Cas. I just have one question for you.”

“Of course, Dean, what is it?” Cas said, reaching out a steadying hand to his chilled shoulder.

“Did you rent me a haunted fucking cabin?”

When paranormal writer Dean Winchester decided to spend a quiet summer writing in Echo Lake Maine, he never expected to stumble onto a century old Ghost story. Falling in love with his adorably sexy landlord, shop keeper Castiel Novak definitely wasn’t in his plans either. Sometimes the unexpected is the best thing that could ever happen to you.

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Ignore the Butterflies: Best Friend Advice from Dean Winchester by impatient14 (AU)

What do you get when you add Firefighter!Dean to standoffish-Doctor!Castiel?

A thousand other fics, you say?

Aaaand what’s your point exactly??!?!

Dean likes his doctor, but his doctor doesn’t like him.

Accidental friendship ensues, heartwarming bonding type moments occur, and oops!friends become best!friends.

But best friends aren’t supposed to feel the way Dean feels about Castiel. He knows this. So he ignores all the things that he can’t help feeling. When he sits and watches a movie with his best friend or when they are arguing about which method of coffee brewing is best, he pointedly doesn’t look at his friends lips, or the adorable way he tilts his head when he doesn’t understand.

Dean ignores his feelings.

That’s the way he knows how to keep his best friend.

Just ignore the butterflies.

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Plain and Tall by destielpasta, mtothedestiel (AU)

Dean is a Kansas farmer who only wants to work his land and care for his infant daughter.  With his wife gone and his brother moving on to a life beyond the homestead, Dean finds himself in need of another pair of hands.  Castiel, a lonely drifter freshly arrived in town, may prove the solution to Dean’s troubles.  Over the course of four seasons, the two men face the everyday challenges of prairie life, and learn to overcome the betrayals of their past to discover a new definition of family.

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Touch of Silence by anyrei  

Dean touches Cas after he got his grace back and the mark is silent for the first time.

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Autrement, Danger - or, The Account of an Exceedingly Long Day by awed_frog    

When Dean looks at it, he sees Cas, and he's not happy about it. When Sam looks at it, he sees Jess, which is even more unfair and fucked up. And when Cas looks at it - hell, who knows what Cas is even thinking? Dean is not asking him, because he really doesn't care - like, at all.            

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Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore by Lyekka

Attempting to help Castiel embrace his newfound humanity, Dean embarks on a mission to finally get his friend laid. Plot derails quickly and some shenanigans and awkward sexual tension ensue.

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Kissing It Bitter Trilogy by strangenessandcharm

This was originally a one-off in which I wanted Dean to save Castiel. And then Castiel ended up reciprocating, and then Lilith got involved, and, well, this happened. Contains much sexin' and some violence... but, yeah, mainly sexin'.

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Get Knocked Down, Get Back Up by Unforth (A/B/O)

With an over-sensitive sense of smell, omega Dean Winchester finds the scent of most potential mates to be, frankly, nauseating. Enter alpha Castiel, who smells fracken *perfect* but has problems of his own.

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Convenient Husbands by Annie D (scaramouche) (AU)

"It's only temporary, right?" Dean says. "Just until you're healed up, and then we'll never have to see each other again. So what do you say, Castiel, do you want to marry me or not?" 

A beautiful and hot must-read. :)

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Gravity vs Velocity by PaperAnn (A/B/O) 

Newton's law of universal gravitation states that any two bodies in the universe attract each other with a force that is directly proportional to the product of their masses and inversely proportional to the square of the distance between the two bodies.

Dean swears he feels an honest-to-goodness gravity (not any scent-true-mates-bullshit) pulling him to a mysterious omega and makes the worst mistake of his career... he only has one thing to say...

Fuck science.

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The Melting ’Verse by stangenessandcharm

The epic love story of Dean and Castiel told in 110,000 words. Stuffed to the brim with angel!porn, whump, angst, action, wing!porn and occasional soppiness, and Sam doesn't get neglected either. (Although he doesn't partake in the angel!porn, I should probably add.) Some of it's really, really dark (with non-con), so be prepared for that if you're just looking for a little schmoop.

This is EPIC. With BAMF!Cas. Fantastic, I highly rec it. :)

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To Raise A King by  riseofthefallenone  (AU)              

This must be some kind of horrible joke at Castiel’s expense. Is he truly expected to protect a King? One who has been their enemy for as long as he can remember? He is much more suited to being a part of the army, or at the very least someone who helps to train the knights. That would be far more preferred than having to watch over the King. It means Castiel would get to keep fighting – and that’s the only way he knows to give meaning to his life.

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Into Your Hideaway  by  thepinupchemist (A/B/O)

Driving down a deserted road in the Rocky Mountains, Castiel finds something unexpected: An omega. Not only an omega, but a naked, injured, pregnant omega.

Dean doesn't talk much at first, but that doesn't change the brightness of his soul.

It also doesn't stop Castiel from falling in love with him.

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Thursday’s Child by strangenessandcharm                 

Spoilers for 5.04, 'The End'. So I got to wondering: what would have happened if past!Dean hadn’t turned up in 2014, and future!Dean had actually succeeded in killing Lucifer with the Colt? Apparently, it involves lots of angsting. Who knew? 114,000 words total.

You have to watch the fic’s trailer too. It’s fantastic.

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When Worlds Collide by jhoom  

When Zachariah dies, the illusions he’s created die with him.   But before they collapse completely, sometimes they collide. That’s how Castiel goes from cradling Dean Winchester’s broken body one moment, to finding himself face to face with Dean Smith in the next.

This story starts in the moments after 2009 Dean is pulled from the Endverse back into his own timeline. We follow Endverse Castiel as he’s sucked into the Terrible Life Verse. Confronted with Dean Smith, Castiel begrudgingly tries to deal with the fact that he’s still alive and that he’s stuck with some strange Dean. (Worse yet, he might be developing feelings for this other man.)

But is Castiel the only one who slipped between the cracks between one world and another?  And how and why did Castiel end up in Dean Smith’s apartment?

THIS! This is... Wow. This is something new and different and good and just sooo sooo beautiful. Definitly a must-read. :)

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To Build A Home by anyrei, mugglerock

Dean Winchester had a quiet life. Quiet, but good. He had a great car, awesome parents, successful brother, and a beautiful house he built with his own two hands. Despite that, it had never felt like a home. And then, one day, he finds a naked man, lost and confused in the woods. How was he to know his life would never be the same again?

This is epic, and beautiful and something sooo new and great. :) I loved it so much :)         

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 You Can't Spell Subtext

by LadyTuesday

... without S-E-X.  Or, Five Times that Dean Fucked with Cas, and the One Time Cas Fucked Back.

Plot - The first time it happens, it’s a genuine accident.  Dean’s mind wanders in a completely random, not-at-all-planned direction by sheer happenstance; he’d swear to it on a stack of bibles.  He doesn’t mean to think of Cas while whacking it.  But as he lays on the bed recovering from a mind-blowing orgasm after having a fantasy about the angel and he’s pretty sure Cas mentally witnessed said fantasy, Dean can’t help thinking … this could be fun.

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The Heart of Ophelia by anyrei, mugglerock                

Always throwing himself in harm’s way for the Winchesters, Castiel ends up getting hit with a love curse. Under the influence of fabricated emotions, Castiel learns just how dangerous unrequited love can be. And Dean learns what it means to doubt everything he’s ever believed. They have a week to find a way to lift the curse, otherwise the intoxication of “love” will kill Castiel. Literally. 

THIS... This is sooooo good and epic, and love. Sorry, I love their works so much. xD

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Our Home Below by jupiter_james (AU)

Statistically speaking, any two people in the world are sharing the breaking of a mating bond through some sort of tragedy at any given time. Unbeknownst to either of them, Castiel Novak and Dean Winchester become widowers at the same time, joining the statistics together. Through a change of scenery and the need to rebuild their shattered lives elsewhere due to the sudden breaking of their mating bonds, Castiel and Dean meet in their new hometown of Halcyon, Maine; population: barely a handful. Despite both being alphas, they are immediately drawn towards one another. Their shared circumstances, combined with the strong urge to scent bond, sends them both reeling. The only problem is that Castiel refuses to set himself up for the same heartbreak a second time. And no matter how hard Dean tries not to, he can't seem to come across as anything other than the stereotypical alpha jerk when confronted with the intriguing doctor. But fate keeps bringing them together, so Castiel keeps trying to figure Dean out, while Dean just plain old keeps trying.    

Some of you know, that it’s hard for me to find great A/B/O fics. And besides that, alpha/alpja pairings is my weakness. And if these three meet with epicness, not-OOC characters and good writing... The result is something beautiful. Like this perfection. <3

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like moses and batman and james dean by saltyfeathers  (AU)          

dean used to turn tricks. over a decade later, he met cas. 

Seriously, I’m the kind of reader who closes a fic as soon as I see that the title and summary don’t have capital letters. Oh, man, I’m so glad that I didn’t do that with this epic beauty.

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 I Can Make You Scared by Dangerousnotbroken (AU)

So this is how it goes. Best day of Dean Winchester’s life. Loses his job, finds out he’s been cheated on, gets dumped, all in the course of one fucked up Thursday. Drinking himself into oblivion is the natural response, right? A chance encounter in a dingy dive bar gives Dean a new friend who sees his problems and likes him anyway. Now, as Dean struggles to pick up the pieces of his life, Castiel just might help him put them back together in a way he never expected.    

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No Words by Ltleflrt (AU)

On the run from his very powerful family, Castiel does his best to get lost.  Because if he doesn't know where he is, his brothers won't be able to find him very easily either.  He ends up in Silverton, a small mountain town nestled deep within the Rocky Mountains where he meets Dean Winchester, a very beautiful and very grumpy omega.  

I think I finally found my most favourite, the most epic long A/B/O fic. I tried so much, they always had something that put me off, but this was perfection. Not OOC, not feminizied characters, great story and plot and and ultimate happy ending. :) Just like with “Into Your Hideaway”. I nearly cried for joy and the end, and it’s something, because it’s not easy to make my cry happy. xD

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Short fics (Less than 30k)

If the World Doesn't End by Obsessionist

"If everything goes according to plan, the world won't end tomorrow. But I won't be there to see it. So since this is probably my last night on earth, I'm going to do something I have wanted to do for a very long time." -Dean's last night on Earth. 

It. Is. Epic. Trust. You have to read this gem.

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Gray Matter by PaperAnn (A/B/O)

It should have been a night like any other night, but for Dean Winchester this evening was different.

Tonight was his last on Earth.

The omega finally snapped; the weight of his kills moonlighting as an assassin were too heavy to carry.  So he decided to set out to numb the pain with whiskey and the white noise of whatever seedy bar he randomly ambled into.  Although he’d intended to drown his sorrows alone, a bold alpha (who introduced himself as Castiel) wormed his way into his party-for-one, but more importantly: his story.

After brazenly announcing that Dean’s plan to shoot himself in the head was “unoriginal,” the alpha lured him out into the bar to prove there are much more interesting and creative ways to go.

A bizarre, deranged game turns into a night of passion, and leads Dean into introspective questions he never would've asked before.  Maybe everything wasn’t as black and white as he thought, maybe there’s more to his own story that he, himself, didn’t even know.  The stupid fucking alpha had transformed his world into shades of gray and made him doubt everything.

Trust me, this is AN EPIC one. You have to read it, it has a mindblowing and fantastic plottwist. I know, it’s a bit heavy topic, but I swear that it has a beautiful ending.

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Just After, But Before by cymbalism

Just after Purgatory, but before whatever's next, Dean has a broken angel to put back together.

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The Allure of Hidden Lace by Dangerousnotbroken

Now that they've got the bunker, an actual home to live in and a place to cultivate comfort, Dean finds himself creating routines, exprimenting in the kitchen, and enjoying life off the road. He also finds that it's pretty impossible to escape the watchful eye of a former angel who seems pretty goddamned observant.

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Blue by profoundfall (AU)

Dean and his boyfriend Castiel go to Sam's house where a birthday surprise is in store.

Inspired by this video.

It’s not explicit but you’ll love it, trust me. It’s beautiful.

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More Than Meets the Eye by zation

Dean has the perfect life. Beautiful wife, nice kid, steady job and a great house. A white picket fence-y kind of life, really. Then one day he wakes up unexplainably sad and when he meets construction worker Castiel things just kind of spiral out of control.

Or,

The one where Dean knows something is wrong but doesn’t know what. Until he does.

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Negotiating the Spot by shiphitsthefan

"They lie there in a comfortable silence for a while, Dean on his back with his eyes closed and Cas on his side curled around him.  Eventually, Cas’ back starts to hurt, and his arm starts going numb beneath the pillow, squashed by the weight of his head and the odd angle.  This is becoming a common problem when they cuddle after sex, and Cas doesn’t understand why."

The wet spot on the bed often poses a problem once the afterglow subsides, but rarely does it offer solutions.

A prequel to Under Honor; Honor-Bound; Until the Stars, but can easily be read as a stand-alone fic.

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Porntastic 'verse by zation  

Dean and Cas are waiting for Sam. Dean is bored and Cas is watching porn, apparently.

Or,

The one where Cas decides to learn by doing and where Dean reaps the benefits.

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Stay by anyrei

After Dean loses Sam to the Darkness he only has his angel left.

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Fucking With Fire series by Duckyboos (AU)

The story of how Dean Winchester went from a car thief to one of the baddest motherfuckers in the Russian Mafia.

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I Want To Squeeze You by zation (AU)

Yeah, Sammy really wants to celebrate Dean’s birthday by buying his big bro a lap dance, except it’s not just any kind of dance and Dean is quite frankly a little uncomfortable at the prospect. But hey, who is he to deny his baby brother the chance to make him happy, right?

Or,

The one where Castiel is a fucking delicious-looking dancer and where Dean just can’t resist.

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Destiel ficlets by justlittleoldunkillableme (AmbecaWatson)

Dean and Castiel share a profound bond. So much is obvious to them. They fall in love and begin to sleep with each other, taking breaks from saving the world whenever they can. But is this enough? Will they be able to preserve their love even when the tasks given to them in the set-up of the bigger story get in their way?

A series of ficlets that tie in with canon, but enhance and sweeten it with Destiel.

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Angel Feathers by anyrei

Some nasty witches found a spell to harvest angel’s feathers which has huge consequences for Cas and Dean's future.

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I Know What You Like by JinxedAmbitions (AU)

Castiel agrees to help Gabriel out by being a production assistant at his porn company. However, when porn star Dean Winchester comes onto him on set, who is Cas to say no, especially when Dean seems to know all the things that turn Cas on most?

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Heat of the Moment by RipUpTheEnding (A/B/O)

In which Sam plans a family vacation at a horse ranch, Cas gets his first human illness (sort of), and Dean finally pulls his stupid alpha head out of his ass.

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There Are No Lies on Your Body by tiptoe39

There are no lies on your body / So take off your dress / I only want to get at the truth -Meat Loaf

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Hitchin' a Ride by Unforth (AU)

Dean thought his day couldn't possibly get any worse until some douche bag went and topped things off by stealing his bicycle.                

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We Finally Got It All Right by superhoney (AU)

Dean and Castiel are roommates. They’re best friends. Things are great the way they are. Except for the part where they’re in love with each other, but they’re both too scared to ruin their friendship by admitting it-- until one night of lowered defences, lowered inhibitions, and lowered body temperature turns into something neither of them was expecting.

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The King's Angel by brimac0518 (AU)

Long has Castiel, the Angel of Azare, stood by his king's side. Yet in the face of a possible arranged marriage, can Dean, the king of Azare, let his knight go?

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The Vessel by chellefic

When his vessel goes missing, Castiel turns to Dean for help.

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I Could Go With You by impulse_baker

Alternate to season 11 finale: Dean can't leave without telling Cas what he has been too stupid to say for seven years.         

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Let's Call The Whole Thing Off by Unforth (AU)

Seasonal work is a bitch. Unemployed, crashing on Sam's couch, Dean gets an interview for a lifeguard position at Angel Enterprises. The only questions are, where is the fucking pool, and why is the Russian guy so damn hot?

Hilarious, hot, a must-read. :)  Unforth is a fantastic author, highly rec all her fics. :)

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Delirium and Doctor Sexy by almaasi                

Dean got hit by a wave of magical gas while protecting Sam, and now he's curled up in a motel bed, watching comfort TV on his laptop and hallucinating. Cas hangs around to look after him. But Dean thinks the friendly angel at his bedside is actually his favourite fictional beefcake, Dr. Sexy, M.D.. With all inhibitions on standby, Dean might admit a few things about himself he never dared to tell anyone before. 

It’s not an explicit one, but hey, it’s beautiful and almaasi is one of our best authors. Highly rec all her fics. :)

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Love in an Elevator by bellacatbee (A/B/O)

Dean Smith is working late when the elevator breaks down, trapping him and an Omega from accounting between floors.

The Omega, Castiel, is in heat and although Dean tries to resist him and the sweetness of his scent, they end up mating.

Dean doesn't expect to ever see the Omega again but then he hears that Castiel is being fired and that he's pregnant.

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Untitled by SameDestination 

Dean tries on Castiel's trenchcoat. Smut ensues.

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Inhuman by Annie D (scaramouche)    

Dean has learned that sex is different when there's an angel involved.            

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College Boys series by thelonelywriter (AU)

The collection in which Dean and Cas are roommates and boyfriends in college, Cas the artist and Dean the football player.

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Songbird by alternaurora   (AU)

“Tread lightly, Winchester. The internet would have a field day if they found out you met your lyricist on Grindr.”

“It was Tinder!”

“Like that makes it any better. But hey, I’m not judging. And from what I can tell working with him through the label, Cas is a sweetheart, so good on you two for whatever messed up situation it is you’ve got going on.” Charlie laughs, the sound turning into a giggly sigh. “His sexting is probably so poetic.”

It’s a beautiful AU. You should give it a chance. :)

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Beautiful, Dirty, Itch by Annie D (scaramouche)                 

A very porny commentfic written for spnkink_meme. The prompt was for Dean and Castiel's first time to include rimming.

Trust me, it’s hot as hell, you shouldn’t miss this one. :)

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All I Want Is You by OverlordWaffles   

Dean and Sam team up with another hunter to take down a demi-god obsessed with male sexual organs that is responsible for a series of violent suicides that caught the attention of the local newspaper. Finding a ritual equal parts humiliating and weird, the three hunters try to summon the thing to take it down. When it latches on to their new hunting companion, Dean pays the price and has to face the aftermath of the demi-gods venomous kiss with Castiel's help.  

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Haunting In The Hamptons by Desirae 

Sam opened the cooler with a sigh. "Seriously Dean? Did you pack anything besides Angry Orchard, hot dogs and chocolate?"

"Uh, yeah. There's marshmallows and graham crackers in my duffel," Dean burst out laughing at the look of horror on his brother's face.

Team Free Will investigates a series of deaths in New Hampshires' Hampton Beach. People are going into the ocean and not coming out, in attempts to rescue a drowning girl no one can see.  The boys try to solve the case while Dean attempts to show fallen Castiel the joys of camping, s'mores and dual sleeping bags.

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Surrender Tastes Sweet by BadassCompany  

Dean Winchester's never been much of one for surrender. But the ache in his shoulder, in the print that Cas left there - it won't go away. It's just another night in another divey motel room... Until a certain angel shows up. Dean finds out that sometimes, just sometimes, surrender tastes sweet. 

Beautiful, epic, hot. You have to read this one. :)     

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Three’s A Crowd by strangenessandcharm

Okay, so, you’re a ghost. And you’re in love with Dean Winchester, but he doesn’t know you exist. Awkward, right? But not nearly as awkward as it gets when the man you love is rescued from Hell by an angel and you realize that they’re destined to end up together. So you find yourself caught in a love triangle between a ghost, a human and an angel, and you’re the only one who even knows it’s even happening. Frankly, it’s driving you nuts...

Epic, epic, epic. You have to READ it. Fantastic and beautiful masterpiece.

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Teach Me by Chiyume   

A movie night in the bat cave takes an unexpected turn when Castiel asks Dean for a favor...            

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Missed Connection by NuwandaSnicket (AU)  

While reading a book outside, Castiel meets a charming stranger, but their encounter is cut short before he can even learn the man's name.   Luckily, a 'Missed Connections' note saves the day.        

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Freckles by 2spooky4u      

"I had to draw all them perfectly," Cas insists, and Dean suddenly can't get rid of the image of Cas, clutching on to a Crayola washable marker, jamming it into his skin forcefully like a little kid mashes his markers on the paper in a vehement attempt to make the color deeper.

"And now you're insulted 'cause I don't appreciate 'em?" Dean asks, bewildered.

"No," Cas lies petulantly.

"Huh." The stubborn child version of Cas Dean has painted in his mind is now clutching his paper possessively, shielding it from scrutiny.

They drive in silence for a while.

"Thank you for making my freckles," Dean grouses finally, knowing that it's the only way Cas will forgive him.

((((OR, IN WHICH CAS LIKES DEAN AND HIS FRECKLES, AND DEAN IS STUBBORNLY HETEROSEXUAL))))

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Eyes on the Road, Hands On The Wheel by Chiyume

After being nagged into it by his brother, Dean takes on the task of teaching Castiel how to drive; a task that turns out to be harder to accomplish than one would have thought since neither Cas nor Dean seems capable of watching the road...

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There Are Many Things by imogenbynight 

In which Dean and Castiel learn, through trial and error, how to be together.      

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Oscillation by nekosmuse 

Sexual identity crisis aside, Dean's man enough to admit he's in love with Castiel. Has been for years. Which would be fine, really, if he could get past the whole unrequited, unworthy business, because maybe then he could move on with his life, get back to having sex on a semi-regular basis. Aaron's the first person to pique his interest in far, far too long.          

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Roost by almaasi (AU)

Fluffy chicken AU. Dean is a dangerous, black-feathered fiend – a demon in the ring, hell-bent on tearing his opponent apart so that he himself might live. He's a bird bred to fight. His last match was against the infamous Castiel, a dominating white gamecock with nigh uncontrollable power. The duel was meant to be to the death. But then it all ended; they were put in cages and carted off to somewhere much brighter and greener. Now Dean and Castiel are no longer sparring partners, but yardmates. It's not so bad. There's ample food, clean water, and lots of lady chickens. Yet, for some reason, neither Dean nor Castiel feel very inclined to roost with the girls – or murder each other, for that matter.

It’s not explicit but trust me, this is an epic one, and will kill you with all the Destiel feels. :)

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And in the Dark, I see Your Light by Chiyume

A Hunter's life is not a safe life, and ever since Castiel became human, healing for the brothers doesn't come as easy anymore. So when Dean is brought back to the bunker after a hunt gone wrong, his life seemingly hanging in the balance, Castiel is not taking it very well...          

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To Know by imogenbynight                 

Dean tells Castiel not to open the box on top of his dresser while they're away. He doesn't, exactly. But he still sees what's inside.

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No One Like You by its_not_natural_take2  (AU)

Imagine Castiel's 14 year old neighbor Dean constantly coming over to his house and asking Cas to make him pie because "you make the best pie ever, Mr. Novak" and Cas always does because Dean's so cute with his freckles and cracking voice.

Then the Winchester's move and Dean confesses his giant crush on Cas before he goes and Cas thinks its adorable because Dean's so young and Dean asks for a kiss but Cas only gives him one on the forehead.

But then years later Cas gets a knock on his door and 20 year old Dean pushes him against the wall and says "I'm ready for my grown up kiss now, Mr. Novak" and then he fucks Cas until they're both shaking and screaming.

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Trouble In Paradise by imogenbynight   

With Cas living permanently in the bunker, Dean's finding himself more than a little pent up in the pants department, and decides to put the hookup app on his phone to good use after an easy hunt. Little does he know, Cas has decided to do the same thing.

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Magic Fingers by Chiyume  

Dean wants to enjoy himself in the motel room while Sam is out, but finds himself in dire need of assistance. He calls Castiel down to ask the angel for help, and it turns out that Castiel is more than willing to be of service, only not in the way Dean had planned...

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Through the Looking Glass by JhanaMay                

It was supposed to be a routine case, just a simple salt and burn, so against his better judgement Dean agreed to let Cas handle it on his own. Two days later, Cas isn’t responding to calls or texts, so Dean and Sam drop everything to go find out what kind of trouble the angel has gotten himself into this time. Spoilers through episode 11x05.

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One More Fare to Make Your Night by Unforth (AU)

As he's gotten older, actor Castiel Novak has cared less about big-money roles and more about work that interests him. His latest project, playing a small-town sheriff in the popular TV show "Angel Falls," brings him to Miami for filming, where he finds a surprising friend in the cabbie who picks him up at the airport. If only he could get Dean to think of him as anything other than a fare...             

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Could It Be Anybody by peridium

Cas clears his throat, a polite little ahem.

“I was, uh, wondering,” Dean says, “if maybe you wanted a blow job.”

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Like Being Stoned by CassondraWinchester (AU)

Mr. Popular Senior, quarterback, and jock Dean Winchester just got into a huge fight with his father and stormed out of the house. He found his way to the park wanting to be alone. He sat down on a bench overlooking the lake loosing himself in though, so much so he didn't hear approaching footsteps. Soon Dean is joined by Castiel Novak Senior, stoner, and loner. The boy that has had a staring role in all of Dean's fantasies since his freshman year, not that he would admit that to anyone. So what will happens when Cas talks Dean into spending time with him? When Cas talks Dean into smoking pot with him? Will Dean's feelings come out with a little help from Mary Jane.

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Get Some by sysrae (AU)                

Very slowly, Dean turns. 'How'd you know I was here about a room?' 'Power of deduction,' says Castiel, leaning against the doorway. 'I mean, you're not after pot, and I'm pretty sure we haven't slept together.' He grins wolfishly, gaze sliding over Dean's body. 'You, I'd remember.' Dean's been hit on by guys before, but never so blatantly, let alone by a semi-naked dude in a kimono. A hot blush warms his cheeks, and he covers his shock with cockiness, tilting his head and grinning. 'Sorry to disappoint you, Cas, but I don't swing that way.' Castiel throws back his head and laughs. 'And you want to live here? What, did your friends put you up to this?' 'Actually, yeah.' Dean raises an eyebrow. 'Is that a problem for you?'

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Life In Pink by youaresunlight  (AU)

At just 33 years old, Dean Winchester is one of the most sought-after wedding planners in the city. He’s chased his dream ever since he was a kid and is now on the brink of making partner at his firm. But the wedding that’ll make or break his promotion? Is his best friend Dr. Castiel Novak’s. It’s going to be the event of the season - unlimited budget, no expense spared - and it’s the kind of task that Dean has been waiting for… except he’s hopelessly in love with Cas.

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Mile-High Club by betts (AU)

"Dean should have never accepted this promotion."

***

Dean Winchester is afraid of flying, but when he has to go on a business trip, his friend Charlie tells him about milehighclub.com, an online service that might help him relax on his journey by pairing him up with an anonymous flyer for an in-flight rendezvous.

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Shadows Across the Camera Lens by almaasi (AU)

Castiel is a professional photographer for a leading clothing magazine. He doesn't talk much; his words are limited to the instructions he gives to the models he photographs. Despite spending all his time confidently telling models what to do and how to pose, being sexually dominant is nothing more than fantasy for him. Dean is a shy but particularly bratty underwear model with a penchant for women's lingerie, and has no intention of bottoming for anyone. Castiel finds a chance to push his own boundaries when he's left alone with Dean for the first time. Cas is prepared to bottom without complaint, but that's not to say he will be relinquishing any of his precious power to Dean at all.

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The Russian Bride by xHaruka17x (AU)

“The ‘bride’, if I pick one will sign a prenup Sam, don’t worry.” Sam sighed. “Dean if this is really what you want…” “Gabriel said there’s a trial period”

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Impala Sex Because Reasons by betts 

"The first time Dean kissed Cas was totally out of his control. He may have been a little drunk, and the music at the bar may have been a little loud, and he may have had something he needed to tell Cas that he had to lean in for."

***

Wherein Dean and Cas fuck in the Impala for the first time. That's it. That's the whole thing.

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Hot Bots in Love by ThePamelaOracle (AU)

Castiel Novak loves his quiet Sunday afternoons away from Maximillian Robotics Corp. But when Charlie calls in a panic, dealing with Dean's misbehaving sexbots becomes the new priority.

It’s so hilrious, you have to read that one. :)                  

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Amāyō Juwes, or: A Paleolithic Love Story      by                    hopelessheathen (ElspethMcGillicuddy) (AU)

Cas is injured and alone, limping through a storm and hoping he’s not a cave lion’s next dinner. To his relief, he finds a place to shelter in the cliffs, but when he goes inside, he realizes someone’s already living there. Someone who isn’t human at all. One of the Others.

Neanderthal Dean, Early Modern Human Cas. The period before the Last Glacial Maximum.

It’s sooo beautiful. Seriously, can’t miss this one. :)

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Firsts by deadhuntress

Dean had slowly come to realize that he didn’t want to die young and bloody; he wanted to live as long as possible. He didn’t want a new woman every night, he wanted a lifelong companion. And the biggest realization: he knew who he wanted that companion to be.

Dean and Castiel progress through a series of firsts.

This one is not explicit but it was too good to pass and I didn’t regret it. :)

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 A Place to Rest by Phoenixfeather                 

"Cas ..." the name comes out a strangled croak. He clears his throat before he tries again. "Cas, how can you still say it?"

Cas tilts his head a little. "Say what?"

"That knowing us has been the best part of your life. You've suffered so much since you've met us."

***

After Dean had to watch Cas almost die again, he can’t let the angel out of his sight. He wants to keep his friend close, yet he can’t understand how anyone could prefer his company over a life in heaven.

An other non-explicit beauty, try it. :)

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Noise Complaint by Ltleflrt (AU)

Dean's neighbors are loud, and the walls are thin, but that's all easy to ignore.  Except for the loud sex sounds coming from the neighbor on the other side of his bedroom wall.  And even that wouldn't bother him too much if his neighbor didn't sound so bored.

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Warm and Wilder by Sass_Master                

It’s intoxicating to have Dean pliant and moaning beneath him, pulling him closer for desperate kisses. It makes Castiel want more, to push harder, wring every ounce of pleasure he can out of Dean, leave him a spent, shaking mess. Those thoughts alarm him sometimes, always aware of the otherworldly strength he possesses, constantly fighting to keep it in check.

“Shit, Cas,” Dean says afterwards, voice shaky. “You sure like throwing your weight around, huh?” he mutters, pressing tentative fingers to his hips, his delicate neck, already mottled with purple from Castiel’s overeager mouth.

Dean will have marks because of him, has them already, blooming bright on his smooth skin. This is exactly what Castiel was worried about.

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Along My Restless Palms by Sass_Master 

Ever since Cas started staying in the bunker, Dean’s been having these crazy dreams—dreams that feature him and Cas in absurd, tawdry scenarios like something out of a filthy paperback. Dean chalks it up to exhaustion, or some monster messing with his head, anything to ignore the real cause: Cas in his personal space, in various states of undress, and, wow, way more muscular than Dean would’ve expected.

But if it’s just physical lust that’s the cause, then that’s an easy fix, right? No big deal. There’s definitely nothing else that his subconscious is trying to tell him. Absolutely not.

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Three is the Magic Number by Persephoneshadow

“You boys need anything else?” Mandy ask when she reappears beside the table, eyes bright and hopeful. “Coffee? Tea?” Her eyes rake over Cas and she bites her lip, sending every signal in the book. “Some dessert?”

Dean grins as Mandy looks between them, mostly at Cas. Cas gives Dean the ‘is that an innuendo?’ squint and Dean nods. “You know in fact we would like some dessert. My buddy here’s kind of shy about it so we were hoping for…something to take back to our room.”

“Really?” Mandy purrs, finally looking at Dean with some interest.

“Yeah, but we were hoping for something we could split.” Mandy’s eyebrows go high just as Cas’s eyes get even narrower. “Anything like that on the menu?”

Mandy looks between the two of them, licking at her lips. “I think I can get something like that for you.”

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Or: The one where Dean and Cas have a threesome with the cute waitress because Dean can't deal.

THIS IS PERFECTION! And so good. Thrust me, you don’t have to like to read someone fooling with the boys, but you’ll love this. :)

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Long Time Coming by CrowleysMooseSquirrelsAngel 

Cas finally drops the L-bomb, and it shouldn't affect Dean this much because Cas was directing it at all of them...except that he kind of wasn't, because if he was then Dean wouldn't be alone in a room with him, undressing him. Just to clean him up, of course. Totally innocent.

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Yes, Dean by whichstiel                

Dean stares over at Cas. The angel is perched on one of the double beds examining his blood and black-goo stained clothes. As he watches, Cas presses a careful hand against his side over the healed spear wound. He looks like he's trying to read the dictionary upside down and in the mirror. Dean clears his throat and leans back from where he's standing over Sam's research. “You okay there, man?” he asks.

“Yes, Dean.” Cas's reply is terse.

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Belated by tellthenight (AU)

When Dean Winchester walks back into Castiel's life it is to ask favors from the king- including a request for a private audience with Castiel.

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He Knows Where He Should Go by 60r3d0m   

He should’ve seen it coming, what happens then, because it’s been a long time that Cas has been saying these things, a long time that Dean’s watched him silently suffer but not speak up, and when Cas finally does say it—when he finally verbalizes what’s been implied for so long with a clench of his jaw and those eyes—those bright, bright eyes, Dean thinks—Dean feels his whole form shake, a shudder that goes through him that leaves his body chilled, that leaves his mind frozen (it scares him more than death).

 “You think I deserve to die?” Cas says and Dean feels himself shatter.

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 No Better Love by bluefallenfandomwallflowers                

It takes him over another edge, fingers reaching for Dean’s face, the perfect lilt of his cheekbones and the swoop of his lips, blood red from Cas’ own, from what he needs and gives because there is no better love and no love will ever compare to this.

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Promise Me You'll Try by Aoichou   

Dean can't believe that Cas did something as stupid as killing a Reaper for him. Cas can't understand why Dean can't believe it.      

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It Will Come Back by RainbowWhimsyWrites           

Dean is fighting against his demon nature. Cas refuses to leave.

Based on the prompt : "Demon Dean and Cas getting into a heated argument, Cas raises his hand to hit Dean, but Dean catches Castiel's wrist. Backs him up against a wall and leans down to his ear. In a low, husky voice he whispers 'Wanna try that again angel' "

Also based on the song "It Will Come Back" by Hozier.

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Soul Survivor by RipUpTheEnding        

All Dean wanted to do was see a damn castle, maybe gank something, and then stuff his face with pie.

Playing boyfriend to an Angel of the Lord was not part of the plan...

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Dean Hates Castiel's Cock by Speary   

Dean Smith's move to a little gated community on the edge of town was meant to bring him a little peace, an apple pie life. His peace is disrupted though by the noisy crowing of his sinfully attractive neighbor's numerous roosters. And everyone else is absolutely done hearing him complain about the noisiest cocks that ever lived. 

Seriously, don’t question it, just read it. If you liked “A Room of One’s Own” and “The Way To A Man’s Heart Is Through Chlamydia”... You’ll love this hilarious one too. xD

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For This Night and All Nights to Come by thepopeisdope (AU)

Back in the southern castle Castiel once called home, cold was used to describe a bath that had sat too long and was no longer steaming, or a room with a draft. It was cold if one had to put on a tunic with sleeves to go riding.

North of the Wall, cold takes on a whole new meaning. Here, cold means frozen rations and endless snow, frostbitten limbs and stolen breaths. Cold is steel biting at your throat in a wordless threat. Cold is when the dead rise again.

Seriously, GoT and SPN crossover??? Night’s Watch!Castiel??? Wildling!Dean? Should I say more? No. I nearly cried from this fic’s beauty, it’s perfection. <3

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Coming Out of My Cage by  Unforth (AU)

Doms have to act a certain way: everyone knows that. Stand tall, walk proud, be bold,  take control. Dean's played along his whole life, acting as biology dictate he should, while all the while he longed for someone to put him in his place.

Finding a club that catered to anonymous hook-ups, no questions asked, was easy.

Putting on the collar, and finding a dom willing to take a chance on a "sub" who doesn't look the part? That might be a bit harder...

The author is Unforth. Should I say more? Her name is guarantee for epic and beautiful fics. Such like this. :)

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Meanwhile, Castiel. by awed_frog     

If you were a woman, I would have kissed you just to be your first. And I would have made damn sure I’d be your last.

Non-explicit and beautiful. It’s... It’s a short must-read, thrust me.

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Split Second by CrowleysMooseSquirrelsAngel                

In that crucial split second, Cas moves out of the way.

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Only You by bluefallenfandomwallflowers                

“For you.” Dean is about to protest, but Cas kisses between his eyebrows. “Only you.”

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Monsters by Miss_Lv  

Castiel prayed to God, to help them, to save them.

God never answered.

But Dean did.

It was the monster who saved Castiel, not God.

This is a dark fic. A very dark one. But there’s a reason I say you should try it and I’m 99% that you will love it too. It’s... Wow. It made me speechless in a good way. So good.

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[girlwithwolftatoo]

Carnival chapter one

Rating: T

Warnings: just the normal freakin’ clown stuff, blood, phobias, sexual topics.

This horse is too slow, We’re always this close, Almost, almost, we’re a freakshow

Carousel, Melanie Martínez

Chapter one: Grace Pierce 

It was almost midnight when Grace came into her wardrobe and cried as the blood in her hands started to dry, creating scratches that made them look like a crimson old map.

That morning she went into the school’s bathroom, looking for her second favorite hobbie (the first was play cricket with her friends): harass Nina Miles. It wasn’t difficult, the stupid girl used to hide in the same cubicle everytime Grace or one of her henchgirls chased her.

Her feet kicked on the small white door as she yelled:

“Come on, little mouse! You can’t hide from the cat forever”.

Grace was specially angry that day because of Paul Harker. That morning, the girl showed up at the first training of the school’s football team, waiting for Paul to finally notice her since the homecoming ball on July… but the boy didn’t even stared at his partners, much less to Grace who was screaming and waving her arms at him; someone had to pay for that exhaustion, someone like…

“Nina!” she sang, giving a second kick to the door. She almost heard a soft cry inside the cubicle. “C’mon, dear, get out of here and show us your lame-ass face…”

A voice came out behind the door.

“Gracie, please… it’s not a good time… I had a cold you know? If I come out perhaps I’d sneeze at you and the only lame-ass face would be yours”.

“How dare…?” Grace turned back and ran into the door. She wasn’t a heavy person but the strength of her shoulders could give her a chance to open the door by force, and when it happens, the little slut would have a long time to regret her joke.

But when she was about to collide, the door opened by itself and hit Grace in the face; the girl felt like if a balloon exploded inside her nose, and one second later the pain made her cover her face with both hands, feeling a strange stitch followed by something warm and wet crawling over her lips. The hit broke her nose.

She vaguely saw a small shadow coming out of the bathroom, and then she squealed:

“Nina, you little fucker! You broke my fucking nose! COME BAAACK!”

Her screaming broke into a shrill moaning. The girl bended, wrapping her arms around the belly. Another stitch, harder than the one in the nose stared to run around the waist and lower back, almost immobilizing her; Grace fell on her knees, still pressing her arms around herself, crying and moaning in pain, as she felt something wet and warm –just like in her nose –running down her thighs.

“Damn it…” she growled. Her period choose an excellent day to show up.

The rest of the day Grace was in a bad mood. Besides none of her friends could catch Nina to make her remorse for the nose incident, and Paul Harker didn’t come to any class, so when she finally went home, her patience was as unstable as a spider web against the wind.

“Welcome home, dear!” said a well known voice when Grace opened the door. And she was there, the lovely aunt Betty, holding a pair of kitchen gloves and smiling at her. “Oh! Look at yourself; you’re a little woman now!”

Grace faked a smile and then excuse herself to ran away from aunt Betty’s smooches and hid into her bedroom. Right there, Grace decided to take her payback against that little brat and turned on her laptop; if she couldn’t hurt Nina’s body that day, still could hurt her feelings, so she went right to her social media page and wrote:

“How do you know Nina Miles is around? Because every single boy start to puke because of her smell!”

It wasn’t ingenious at all but at least would meet its goal. Grace put her earphones up and listened music the rest of the afternoon, reading some magazines borrowed by Heather –who, by the way, didn’t show up to school since… 3 days perhaps? –and when she thought about that, she felt her stomach churn.

“Oh God…” she whispered as an arm wrapped around her tummy “I fucking hate cramps”.

She went to the bathroom, feeling disgusted as usually when she had her period. She hated everything about it, the cramps, the inflammation in her belly, but mostly the blood. Red, clinging, stinky and warm, like a fucking sin… the sin of being a woman.

After the dinner, that was incredibly boring because of aunt Betty and her stories, Grace excused herself again and went to check her media, feeling the victory even before open the laptop. Most of her friends hated Nina almost as much as her, so she could imagine all the likes and funny (hurtful) comments on her post and smiled…

But instead of that, what she saw on the screen was more than ridiculous. It was… odd.

The post was filled with just three kind of comments: laughing –something she wanted but that constant “HAHAHA” wasn’t funny at all –, balloons emoticons and a final comment down below the others that said “Do you know who can’t handle Gracie’s smell? Paul and Heather.”

“Hey, what the fuck?” Grace’s face went red, staring at the last comment. Who was the idiot who wrote that? She clicked on the profile pic, that was blurred and with no name. “I’m gonna make a hell of your life, fucking idiot…”

Nothing happened. The page continued unalterable. What was that? That comment was so surreal… Perhaps it was a fake account of Nina, that could explain everything more when she noticed the rest of the weird comments were from the same account. Yup, that explained a lot… Except why none of her friends seemed to comment the post, not even read it.

And then it started. A new comment appeared from the same account.

“No, Grace. I am gonna make a hell of your life”.

Grace’s eyes opened as much as they could, in a total shock. Her mouth made a strange sound as she replied to the last comment with her hands shaking slightly.

“Hey, Nina, nice joke… You’re gonna receive my congratulations tomorrow, sweetheart”.

She wrote that not because she really though it was Nina, but because thinking that was more comfortable than any other possibility.

A new message jumped on the screen, and Grace felt a cold sweat behind her neck as she read it:

“I’ll give Nina your greetings soon, but first I must give mine to you”

“Hahaha, nice try, little mouse. Hey, if you stop this I will show you some mercy, kay?” she replied, trying to control the shake on her hands. That disgusting joke was out of control, Nina should think more before trying to act against Grace the next time, but yes, if she stopped that, Grace will give her a few days of peace.

A new message jumped, but this time was from a familiar face. A blond, cute and proud face of a young man holding a soccer ball. Paul Harker.

“Oh dear!” Grace squealed in happiness. Paul Harker was there, making a funny comment, laughing with her, making Nina’s joke weak with nothing but his presence…

“Hey there, Grace! We should hang out soon. Come with me and you’ll float”

The girl smiled, letting go that last phrase as it didn’t exist. Paul was there, saying hello and… now another comment! And it was from… Heather? Of course it was! Heather was there with her most recent hairstyle –red hair with a lot of soft curls –and smiling at the camera in the photo she took after her visit to the beauty salon.

“Hello, darling. I’ll come for ya soon and we’ll float together”

That word again. Grace bit her lower lip, staring confused at the screen; that was weird, she thought, why were Paul and Heather suddenly talking to her? Well, Paul never talked much to Grace but Heather showing up after three days of silence, without an explanation… that was bad, really bad. And beside those messages weren’t normal at all.

Paul wrote again:

“Come and you’ll float”

Heather wrote again:

“Float with me”

And again…

“Come and you’ll float”

And again…

“Float with me”

“Stop” Grace growled at the screen, watching those comments appearing again and again with no control. Actually the comments showed up so fast the screen seemed like a highway of writing, and balloons emoticons. Red balloons emoticons. “STOP!”

The girl couldn’t hold up anymore, and pushed the laptop out of the bed. She leaned out of the bed edge, staring at the blinking screen, in which a new message appeared:

“It’s not time to clean yourself, Grace?”

A new cramp made Grace wrinkle her face as she ran to the bathroom, taking a pad of her desk.

The arrival to the bathroom looked like a long road to the girl; when she finally closed the door and walked towards the toilet was covered with sweat and punished by the hardest cramps ever. With difficulty she pulled down her pants and underwear, breathing hard and trying to not think of the pain.

“C’mon big girl, you can do this” she muttered, ripping off the pad’s cover and looking down.

In that moment, a new cramp came out… and a lot of blood spilled on her thighs, running down her legs as a damned red river, splashing  over the toilet seat, her clothes and the floor itself.

Grace dropped the pad as the “blood river” ran on her feet and beyond; with a new cramp a new crisom wave came out of her belly and the monstrous scene was repeated. She looked sideways over her shoulder, shocking by the blood running on the floor, as if someone left the sink key open and the water was spilling all around, but it wasn’t water. It was blood, her own blood covering the tiling with an awful scarlet tone.

Her mind finally overcame the daze and Grace decided to do something, if she continued bleeding like that she would die, so she started to yell as loud as she could:

“Help me! Someone help me, please!”

Her vision started to blurred, and that filled her with fear.

“Please! Mom! Aunt! Someone… I’m bleeding, I’m…!”

And then she felt something strange between her thighs. Something cold and sharp like the edge of a broken glass or like the sharp side of a knife… or, to be more specific, it felt like the sharp side of then knifes. Despite the tremble of her full body, Grace managed to get her head down and see.

Ten sharp, long, black claws covered stained with blood were crawling on her thighs, pinching and caressing the bloody surface; they were so long that almost reached her knees, and they were in a strange position, as if the owner of those claws was trying to… came out from Grace’s legs.

The girl couldn’t handle anymore and tried to run, but she forgot her pants were still down and she stumbled, hitting against the sink. Grace took a fast look to the mirror and she saw behind her the most horrific thing so far. Behind her, a clown with a dirty white suit and orange hair was staring at her, so close that she could feel him pressing against her back.

The clown lift his hands and placed them over Grace’s shoulders. But those weren’t normal hands, the girl recognized the black claws that were between her legs, still with blood that stained her shoulders.

“Oh, Gracie…” the clown sang, smiling at her as his claws wrapped hard around her shoulders. Grace screamed out loud, staring at the clown’s face by the mirror and feeling all her strength leaving her body.

The door opened, and Grace turned her head. Finally, someone came to save her, but that horrible clown was there now, how could her mother or aunt Betty fight against him? Grace was thinking of that when she saw both women looking at her with a worried face, not as worried as she waited.

“Gracie!” her mother yelled, hugging her thight. “My darling, what’s wrong?”

“M… mom… the…” she stuttered, trembling hard. “The blood… I was bleeding… and then…”

“Oh, what a mess” aunt Betty groaned. Grace looked at her, waiting to see the huge blood pool, but her aunt was stepping on it without a glare of surprise. “Grace, sweetie, don’t drop the pads into the toilet, it is forbidden”:

“N… No… aunt Bet…” Grace noticed suddenly her hands were covered with blood, and showed them to her mother. “Mom, look!”

The woman raise a brow, with a confused look in her eyes.

“Grace, what’s wrong with you? Do you have a fever?” she asked, touching her daughter’s forehead.

“Mom…” she begged, feeling more scared than before.

“Are these her first periods?” aunt Betty asked, smiling condescendingly. “It is normal to the first times to feel confused and nervous. Leave Gracie alone, Martha, she’ll be fine”.

“Okay, then. Come on, Gracie, go to your room”.

Grace tried to say something else, something about the blood at their feet and the claws and the clown… but something told her it wasn’t a good idea, so she shook her head and went to her bedroom. By the first time in almost eight years, Grace hid herself into the wardrobe, shaking like a leaf and looking at her hands, where the blood stared to dry.

Was that real? Could it be a nightmare, the most realistic so far in her life? The blood was there, but her family didn’t seem to notice it. Nobody but her, just like the soft pain in her body and the fear…

The last thing she heard before fainting, tired of all the emotions, was a shrill laugh at the distance.

[dennissawyer-blog]

My Screenplay. I know it's not written in the most traditional way, But I was writing it on my phone. Please be nice, and tell me what you thought of it.

In the car silent. Cody: How is this school? Child service lady: Its a school. Cody: But is it a good one? Child service lady: Its a school for teenagers with special needs. Cody: ....Why I'm I here again? Child service Lady: Because your aunt placed you here. Cody: (Sights)...When do we get there? Child service Lady: Soon. Cody: Dammit, you don't need to be so fucking secretive you know? I'm not gonna escape Again. Child service Lady: Yeah, I'm not gonna take that chance. Cody: I thought Child Service ladies were supposed to Nice. Child service Lady: I've already tried to be nice. It didn't work out that well, remember? Cody: (Sighting) Whatever. Parks in front of the school. Child service Lady: Here we are. Cody: its a shithole. Child service Lady: Then you get exactly what you deserve, don't you? Cody: Fuck you. (Child service Lady stares at Cody ugly) Child service Lady: Let's meet the principal, he's expecting us. (Cody looks back, considering bailing.) Child service Lady: Don't you fucking try, come on now. (Walking towards the entrance) Child service Lady: You better behave, or you'll meet the consequences. (They walk in, and Cody looks around) (They're heading to the office) Secretary: Hey, what can I help you with? Child service Lady: We have an appointment with Principal Anderson, at eleven 'a' clock. Secretary: Ok, why don't you sit down and wait, while I call him. Child service Lady: Thank you. (They're sitting down) Cody: So, how's the your kid? Child service Lady: What now? Cody: Your son, how is he? Child service Lady: He's doing fine, he just started school. Cody: How old is he now? Child service Lady: He's 5. Cody: Name? Child service Lady: Phillip. After his father. (Cody is about to say something, but gets interrupted by the principal) Principal Anderson: Hey, nice to see you, my name is Trevor. Child service Lady: Shirley (shakes hand. Trevor: And you must be Cody. Nice to meet you. (Shakes hands with Cody). Shall we get into my office? ( Walks in into the office, and sits down) Trevor: Would any of like a beverage? Coffee, Water? Shirley: i'd love some coffee. Trevor: What about you Cody? Cody: I'm fine. Trevor: Alright, So we're here to talk about what you're supposed do here . (Secretary brings Coffee to Shirley) Trevor: Apparently you're kind of a naughty boy aren't you Cody? Cody: I guess we can say so. Trevor: Ok, I'm gonna talk about some The rules and some of your medical history. Cody: Sure. Trevor: You have to clean your room, weekly, as well as your stuff, if it needs cleaning. You have to meet up on every Class, Starting at nine'o'clock till eleven'o'clock and the second class, twelve thirty to two'o'clock. And the third class, starting at two fifteen till four'o'clock. Got it? Any questions? Shirley: So, what is he suppose to do the rest of the day? Trevor: Well, he can get a job, or simply visit our gym. He certainly looks like he goes to the gym. Apparently you've been doing MMA for 7 years. You can go to the boxing gym downtown. It's free. Um, you can do homework, go to the library. Plenty to do. You good? Shirley: Yes, continue. Trevor: There's no smoking or drinking here, as well as no drugs, like Kokain, weed, ecstasy etcetera etcetera. No lady visits in the boys dorm, as well as visiting the ladies in the girls dorm. Cody: You're killing my weekend here. (Trevor is laughing at it) Trevor: Do you use any medical drugs? Cody: Just some pills. Shirley: It's more than just " pills" isn't it? Cody: ...Um...i (Trevor interrupts) Trevor: You don't need to tell me, i can talk about the medical related stuff with Shirley later. Shirley: Continue. Trevor: Obviously you can't bully anyone. Can I trust you with that? Cody: Of course. Trevor: Well, that should be it. I can talk about the rest with Shirley here. In the meantime, you can get a list with rules and the key to your room from Betty okay? Then you Can wait There. Cody: Okay. Trevor: you'll be starting tomorrow, so remember to wear your uniform then. Cody: Fine. Shirley: I'm Gonna talk to you when i'm done, so don't go anywhere. Cody: Fine by me. (Goes to the secratary) Cody: List of rules and a Key to my room. Secretary: Are you Cody Hopkins? Cody: You got that right. (Secretary gives the list and The key) Cody: Thank you. (On his way to the dorm) (A Boy sits on the bench outside) Boy: You new here? (Cody nods) Boy: I'm Norman. Cody: Cody. Norman: (He's laughing) Why are you so quiet? I'm not gonna bite. (They shakes hands) So, Why are you here? Your momma don't like you? That's what happened to me. Cody: This is the only school that would except me. Norman: So you're the dangerous kind eh? Cody: Sure we can say that. Norman: (laughing) I like you, wanna go in? I can buy you a soda if want. Cody: I'm fine, thank you. Norman: Do you got autism? Cody: What the fuck? No. Norman: Hey, I was just asking, since you barely give me any eye contact. My brother has it. Cody: Well, I don't have it, that's for damn sure. Norman: Alright, cool. See you around then. Cody: I'm sure. (Cody walks in the dorm, and sees all the mess around) (Cody unlocks the door in his room, and let go of his baggage, and looks around) Cody: Well this will be fun. (Cody Lies down for a minute, and gets a call from Shirley) Cody: Sup? Shirley: Can you meet me outside the dorm? Cody: Sure. (Cody meets Shirley outside of the dorm) Cody: Hey. Shirley: So, I will be leaving now. Here's some money (gives Cody money). Now you better behave, and take your damn pills ok? Cody: Fine....Thank you. (Cody walks in and goes to the public bathroom) (Cody looks at the dirty Toilet) Cody: Ew..(takes out his junk and takes a leak) (A couple of kids walk in) Kid 1: Haha, did you see Sheldon Cry like a bitch? He's such a pussy. Kid 2: Yeah, we should beat him up again later after class today. Kid 1: What do we have again? Kid 2: Math. Kid 1: Where should we jump him? Kid 2: Let's do it here. Make him drink some of that toilet water. Plus the teachers won't see it. Kid 1: How will we get him in here though? Kid 2: Let's watch the front door. He can't go to his dorm without entering it. Kid 1: Alright, bump it. We gotta get to class. (Sheldon is sitting on his desk) (Sheldon does a test) (Sheldon looks back at the bullies) Teacher: Okay everyone, turn in your tests,and then you can leave. (Sheldon turns in his test and leaves the classroom) (Sheldon looks around for bullies) (He sees Norman) Norman: Yo Sheldon! Sheldon: What? (With a low voice) Norman: You got My homework? I need it today. Sheldon: (gives Norman his homework) I Haven't done your Math yet. Norman: Sheldon, I needed it today. (Sighs) You still got a couple of hours to finish it. Sheldon: I have to do my own too. Norman: Sheldon, you said you were gonna do it. Sheldon: Fine, I'll do it right away. (Walks into his dorm)...(And out of nowhere he gets grabbed, and dragged into the bathroom) Kid 1: Hey Sheldon, What's up? You going somewhere? Did you tell on us again? Sheldon: No (saying it with a low and scary voice) Kid 1: Well then, that means you only gonna get a little beating then, haha. Sheldon: Fuck You (Tries to run away) Kid 2: Where are you going! (Grabs Sheldon) You think you can just insult us, and runaway? (Slams Sheldon on the bathroom stall) Sheldon: Just leave me Alone! (Punches kid 2 in the face) Kid 2: Motherfucker! (Grabs Sheldon and punches him) Who the fuck do you think you are?!? We fucking own you bitch! (Kicks him, while Kid 1 looks at him at shock) (Kid 2 looks at Sheldon closely) Kid 2: Listen here asshole, you- (Kid 2 gets kicked by a foot) (It's Cody. He Knocks down Kid 1, and then Stomp on Kid 2's hand) (Cody Grabs Kid 2) Cody: If I see you anywhere Near this Guy again, I will personally break your fingers one by one. I know that I will get away with it , because the teachers here don't give a shit. But I don't have to worry about the teachers anyway do I? Because you're not gonna tell on me right? (Kid 1 is about to attack Cody) Sheldon: Watch out! (Cody kicks Kid 1 in the stomach) Cody: Stay the fuck away from him, and shut your mouths about me. I'll fucking hurt you both. (The kids walks out) Cody: You fuckers disgust me!. (Looks at Sheldon) Cody: Are you okay? (Offers hand) Sheldon: I'm fine, thank you. Cody: You sure as hell can take a beating. I kind of respect that. Sheldon: Well, this isn't my first time I've gotten my ass beaten, even today. Cody: Who are those guys? Sheldon: Well, The Watcher is Russell, and the maniac is Glenn. They're probably the biggest assholes in this school. I think Glenn has ADHD. Cody: So I just beat up and threatened a mentally disabled guy? Sheldon: Pretty much...He deserved it though. Cody: Haha, That's true. I'm Cody (raises hand to Shake) Sheldon: Sheldon ( Shakes hands) Cody: Shall we Get out of the bathroom? People might think we're doing something "Sinful". Sheldon: Haha, sure. Cody: Why don't you give me a tour around the dorm? I could use it. Sheldon: Well, Obviously this is the bathroom. Used for shitting and pissing, and something Drowning. (Goes out of the bathroom) This is the "Living room", here you can watch Tv, play video games, watch porn if you're lonely, and preferably alone. (They looks at the doors) These rooms are for sleeping, homework (although no one does their homework), fucking if you're lucky ( the ladies aren't as slutty here), you know, what rooms are for. Cody: Thank you for the tour...I guess. So, what do you for fun? Sheldon: Didn't Principal Trev tell you? Cody: He talked about the Gym and the library. You know...stuff most of us don't do. Sheldon: Well, There's a carnival downtown. A Skatepark, mini golf course, Arcade, movie theater and a gym for boxing. Cody: And where can we eat? Sheldon: Well up here it's the cantina, downtown is McDonald's, Burger King, Taco Bell - you know...every fast food restaurants ever. There are some BBQ restaurants too, but my favorite is Jack's Lobsters place. It might have something to do with my love for Lobsters, as well as the prices aren't that bad. Plus The owner Is a nice guy. Cody: Jesus, it looks like Principal Trev left me out on the details. Did he ask you to do it for him or something? (Cody laughs). Sheldon: Of course he did. He's a busy man. (Sheldon says sarcastic). Cody: Haha, Well the day is still young, so you wanna go to that lobster place? Sheldon: Sure fam. That'd be nice. Cody: Well, you're the one who has to lead the way. I don't know where it is. Sheldon: I'd be my pleasure (Sheldon says sarcastically) (They walk out of the door) (They see a fellow student being harassed) Bully: Jimmy, I told you to give me 10$ till today, Or I would beat you up. Jimmy: But I don't have 10$. Bully: (grabs Jimmy) Listen here dipshit, 20$ tomorrow, of you'll regret it. Cody: You know this Isn't the way to make him kiss you right? Bully: The fuck did you say? Cody: What? The reason you're bothering little Jimmy here, is because you're probably into him right? Bully: (punches Jimmy in the stomach) That one is on you. If you don't want Jimmy to get hurt even more, you better shut up. (Cody walks towards the Bully) Cody: Run Jimmy! (Cody yells, as He punches the Bully). From tomorrow, you're the one that's gonna give Jimmy 20$ okay? Bully: The hell? Why the fuck would I do that? (Cody kicks The bully in the chest) Cody: Because I just told you so dumbass. 20$, and you're gonna give it to him personally. If you don't, or tries to do anything else, I. Will. Make. You. Hurt. Okay?...OKAY? (Kicks the bully in the chest again) Bully: Okay okay! Cody: Now, what's your name? Bully: Brady. Cody: Hmm, I don't think I want to call an inhumane person that. I'm gonna give you a nickname. Any suggestions? (Looks at Sheldon and Jimmy) Jimmy: What about Cunt? Haha. Cody: That's a good one. (Looks at Brady) What do you think of Cunt, Cunt? Cunt: Fuck you. Cody: Cunt it is then! (Everyone start laughing) now, remember the 20$ Alright? Cunt: Yes, I'm giving it to him tomorrow. Cody: You better. (Looks at Jimmy) are you ok? Jimmy: Yeah, I appreciate the help. Cody: I'm Cody (they shakes hands). Jimmy: Jimmy. Are you new here? Cody: Starting tomorrow. Jimmy: I'll see you around then. Cody: Most likely. (Jimmy walks away) Sheldon: Are you planning on fighting everyone? Cody: Pretty much. Sheldon: At least you're making friends. Cody: How about that Lobster place? Sheldon: You wanna walk or take the bus? Cody: Let's walk. Sheldon: It'll take about 25 minutes to walk. Cody: Fuck me, that long? (In a sarcastic voice) Sheldon: I guess we'll be walking then. (They start walking towards the sunset, even though it's still light as day) (Inside the lobster place) Owner: (Talking on the cellphone) I need fresh Lobsters till Monday! .....You can't give it to me on Wednesday, that'll be two days without lobsters, and this is a lobster place!.....Is there someway I can get them on Monday? .... (sighs).....fine.....yeah bye. (Sees Cody and Sheldon entering) Owner: Hello Sheldon! I see you have gotten yourself a boyfriend. (Laughing). Sheldon: Screw you. (They sit down) Jack: What will it be? Sheldon: You know what I want. Cody? Cody: Same. Owner: Sorry guys, there isn't any Lobster at the moment. Sheldon: Maaaan. Wanna go somewhere else? Cody: Was kind of looking forward to the lobster you wouldn't shut up about. Owner: Aaaaw, I can't see you disappointed. There's one lobster left. Sheldon: Thank you Jack. Jack: Always my friend....say, can you help me with something Sheldon? Sheldon: Definitely. Cody: Do you need some extra arms? Jack: That's okay, Sheldon will do. (Sheldon and Jack goes to the back room) (Cody Listen to the radio) (Cody looks at his phone) (looks at a certain Picture of a woman named Chloe) (Cody texts her) Cody: How are you? (Cody waits for a response) (Has a worried look on his face) Chloe: Hey There, i'm fine. How are you? Have you reached the school yet? (Cody smiles) Cody: I have, Even gotten myself a friend already. Well, i think He will become one at least. His name is Sheldon. Chloe: That's Nice to hear. Hope you'll like it There :). Cody: Haha, so do I. (Sheldon walks toward Cody) Sheldon: Sorry to keep you waiting. (Cody puts his phone In his pocket) Cody: NP. Sheldon: NP? Cody: No problem. Sheldon: Oh. (They're being awkwardly silent for a second) Cody: So, do you have any hobbies or something? Sheldon: I play video games mostly. Cody: Cool, What games? Sheldon: Grand Theft Auto, Need For Speed, Fallout, Elder Scrolls, The Witcher 3. Those are games I play regularly. Cody: The Witcher 3 is such an awesome game. Sheldon: You play Witcher 3? Cody: I play most of the games you said you play. Sheldon: Xbox one or PS4? Cody: Xbox One. Sheldon: My man (fist bump). What's your favorite game? Cody: Gameplay - Red Dead Redemption, Story - The Walking Dead Season one. Sheldon: Those are some awesome games brah. Cody: What about you? Sheldon: Story - Mass Effect 2, Gameplay - Mass Effect 2. Cody: Bro, We need to play Something together. Grand Theft Auto, Battlefield, Titanfall, All the games. Sheldon: What's your gamertag? Cody: The Beautiful Gretchen. Sheldon: What? Why'd you pick that? Cody: Wanted to see if some lonely gamer boys would pay attention to me, if they thought I was a girl. Sheldon: Well, have they? Cody: You bet. Sheldon: (laughs) Alright then, I'll add you later. I'm TenSpoon. (Jack walks toward The boys with the lobster) Sheldon: Yummy, I can't wait for you to try it Cody. Cody: Looking forward to it. Jack: I hope you'll enjoy it my friends. (Cody takes a bite, and then it cuts to black) (Cuts to a girl named Henrietta) Girl 1: You know, I think Leon's into you. Girl 2: Our teacher Leon? Girl 1: (laughing) Yeah. Girl 2: Ew. Girl 1: I think he's cute. Henry: He's also 31. Girl 2: And has a wife I believe. Girl 1: Then I'll take him then. Girl 2: Be my guest. (They're about to enter Jack's Lobsters, and they see Cody And Sheldon walk out) Cody: They're out of Lobsters, just to let you know. Henry: Are you serious? It's a Lobster place! Cody: Sorry, we ate the last one. It was delicious. Girl 2: Where should we eat then? Girl 1: Tacos? Henry: You know, I'm not that hungry. I think I'll go home and take a nap. Girl 1: If that's what you want so. See you later? Henry: I'm gonna do some homework, so I think don't so. Girl 2: Alright, see you tomorrow then. Henry: Bye. (Henry runs towards the bus stop) Henry: They're not here, what the fuck? Did they walk? (She takes the bus, and looks out of the window, looking for Cody and Sheldon) (After the bus takes off, she sees them) (The bus reaches the school, and she walks out) (she then waits for them outside the dorm room) (She smokes a cigarette while waiting) (She sees them going toward their dorm) Henry: Hey! (Bumps cigarette) Cody: Didn't we see you outside the Lobster place? Henry: Yeah. Say, do you smoke? Cody: I don't. Don't know about Sheldon here. Henry: Do you? Sheldon: No. (He's saying in a shy voice) Henry: Fuck. Well, let's hangout anyway. Cody: Wanna Come in? Henry: Do you know that there isn't allowed to have a Girl in the boys dorm? Cody: You're not gonna tell on us are you? Henry: Of course not. Will any of you? Both: No. (they both look at each other) Henry: Good then. My name is Henrietta, but you can call me Henry. Cody:I'm Cody and this is Sheldon. Henry: Nice to meet you Sheldon. Sheldon: Likewise. (With a shy voice) Henry: Why are you so silent? Sheldon: I don't want to interrupt you two. Henry: Ok? Haha, you're funny dude. Cody: I guess we should go in then. Henry: Yes, please. (The crew Walks in, and enter the room) Sheldon: So why did you chase after us? Henry: what? Sheldon: Shouldn't you still be at Jack's Lobster? Henry: Well, I wanted to ask Cody something. Sheldon: I think he might be gay. Henry: It's not about tha- (having a shocked expression) Really? Huh. Anyway, it's about something else. Sheldon: Like what? Henry: I think I've seen him before, that's it. (Cody walks out of the bathroom) Cody: I'm sorry everyone, I have to go. I'm meeting a friend. Henry: Anyone we know? Cody: Doubt it. (Puts on his shoes). Feel free to stay here if you want, but remember to lock the door when you leave. Henry: Got it. Cody: And please don't have sex on my bed. (Sheldon gets an embarrassed face) Henry: Haha (sarcastic laugh) Cody: (Cody gives a smile) See Ya. Henry and Sheldon: Bye. (They both look at each other, because they said the same thing) Henry: Jinx. (They both stare at each other) Henry: What do you want to do? Sheldon: Have sex on Cody's Bed. (With a face expression hoping it was funny, not creepy) Henry: (Laughing) You Wish. Sheldon: So where do you think you've seen Cody before? Henry: That's what's bothering me, I don't know where. Sheldon: He does MMA, so maybe related to that? Henry: I don't watch MMA, so it sure as hell doesn't have anything to do with that. Sheldon: We should look it up. (Picks up Phone) Do you know his last name? Henry: No. We should ask Our Principals Secretary. Sheldon: Betty? Henry: Her name is Betty? Sheldon: Yeah. Henry: That's hilarious. Sheldon: Why? Henry: There were secretary before named Betty in another School. She got arrested for drugging and raping Black Students. She's Principal Trevor's Sister, so he could probably get her a job here. Sheldon: Why would she feel the need to drug me? I'd be down to fuck her anyway. (Henry laughs very loud) (Then Sheldon starts laughing) Henry: You're funny Dude. How come you were so silent earlier? Sheldon: I'm shy...Anti social. Henry: nah dude, you're cool. Let's go to Betty, so we can find out who Cody is. Sheldon: I'll make sure to bring the lube. (Henry starts laughing) (Cuts to Cody) (He walks in a bar) Bartender: How old are you? Cody: I'm just gonna hang here. I'm waiting for a friend. Bartender: (looks uncertain if that's true) Fine. Cody: I'll take a coke though. (Bartender gives Cody A coke) (Cody sits down on a booth) (Cody looks out, waiting for his friend) (Cuts to Cody And Henry) (Henry talks to the secretary) Henry: Hey there Betty. Betty: Good day. How are you doing? Henry: We're fine. We're just asking if you Have the Cellphone number to a student here. He starts here tomorrow. Betty: Why do you want that persons number? Henry: He's a friend of mine. Haven't seen him in a while. His name is Cody. Betty: Okay (picks up a catalog of the students portfolio) 45- Henry: Could I just see for myself? Betty: That's not allowed dear. Henry: Oh, c'mon. Why not? Betty: It's against the schools policies. Henry: Can I just get the number then? Betty: I'm sorry, I almost messed up by giving you the number. Cody doesn't want people to know his personal info. Not even his last name. Henry: Aaaaw. Thanks anyway. Betty: I'm sure you'll find him around here. (She starts smiling) (Henry Nods back) (Henry and Sheldon walks out) Henry: What the Fuck? Why is he so secretive? Sheldon: Maybe because he's afraid that people like us will find out something? Maybe he's a child billionaire. Henry: Wouldn't that be nice. (Cuts to Cody) (Cody sees his friend walk in) (The friend talks to the bartender) The Friend: One beer please. (The bartender gives him a beer) (He walks toward Cody and sits down) How are you pal? (We have not seen his face yet) Cody: I feel like shit again. It's seriously killing me. The Friend: You're lucky I was around. Do you want the usual? Cody: Yes. Give me all you got. The Friend: Well, if that's what you're asking for, you know my price. Cody: (breathes in regret) Fine. The Friend: Ok? Good (Gives Cody the Drugs). When I call for you, you'll come right? Cody: (Having an expression on his face, knowing what he accepts is wrong) Yeah.