#he keeps trying to spin my mom as this evil bitch. when hes as to blame as her.

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-Truth Or Dare- Pansy Parkinson x Female Reader

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   Kody: Happy Lesbian Visibility Day!

   Movie/Show: Harry Potter 

   House and Year:  Slytherin / 7th year

   Request: Good morning/night! Hope you’re having a lovely day and make sure to drink water ! Can you write a Pansy x Fem!reader where they’re playing truth or dare and get dared to makeout in front of the people they’re playing with 

   Possible Triggers / Warnings: cursing, makeout, slytherin’s being dumbasses, if you don’t like girls kissing unfollow me please, 

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   slytherin’s were considered the most poised and proper house since most came from wealthy pure-blood families who acted like they were born with a stick up there ass. To everyone else the house of Slytherin was also the rudest people alive.

   those people have never been in your friend group clearly. 

   it was true, most of you came from wealth, but you also had shitty, racist, probably homophobic parents. It was the main thing that brought you together, the fact no one else knew what you had to go through just so you weren’t written out of an will or disowned. 

   it sounded shallow to most outsiders, but you needed the money to start your own life and finally be free to do what you want without the constant reminder from your parents about how to act, what to wear, who to hang out with, how to be a proper lady and all that bullshit. It was suffocating.

   enough of the emotional shit. It was a godsend that school year’s at Hogwarts were as long as they were because it meant you had all the time in the world to hangout with your best friends. Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, and Pansy Parkinson. 

   Draco was the biggest hot head you knew and easily offended, but he also had a big heart under all that angst. When he attached to someone it was impossible to get rid of him. He clung onto all of you like a lifeline and even if he’s a little overbearing you loved him all the same. 

   Blaise was a calm collected fellow, very sarcastic and condescending sometimes. He talked so proper you couldn’t tell if he was insulting you really. Like Draco he also had a big heart, but would never ever show it unless you was with with Theo and to Theo only.

   speaking of Nott. Theo was the ultimate loner avoided all of you for your first year of Hogwarts, then he met Blaise and they connected very well. You all thought it was funny when Theo would be all quiet around you and suddenly light up like a star when Blaise walked into the room.

   he was like that with all of you now though

   and Pansy. She was the embodiment of ‘fuck you and your mom’ kind of person. She took no ones shit and you admired her for that. She was also a giant flirt towards you and only you. Compliment your looks, body, anything really. You thought of it as a joke t first and casually flirted back.

   you suppose Pansy saw that as an invitation to try something more. She’d randomly place her hand somewhere on you and trace random shapes in agonizing slow patterns. A tease at it’s finest. There were also the sides of her you found comforting. 

   you were always prone to panic attacks, something that developed from your parents nonetheless. She would always cradle your face and make sure you were breathing just fine or slip you chocolate frogs randomly because she knew you liked sweets. 

   she was your best friend, but with time your feelings changed and every little thing she did set fire through you like no other. Your heart would start beating so fast you were afraid she would hear it if she got to close. Sometimes you wished she did

   unbeknownst to you Draco, Blaise, and Theo all knew both you and Pansy liked each other and were both pussyfooting around your feelings. Pansy always thought she wasn’t good enough for you and you on the other hand thought that she just didn’t like you like that at all.

   the boy’s were adamant to see you two together

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   every other friday night all of you would crowd into Pansy’s room to have a sleepover- well you stopped calling it that after fourth year because Blaise said it was to immature for your guy’s age. He shut up real quick after Pansy said he wasn’t invited then. 

   each of you had your sacred tasks bestowed upon you if you wanted to be allowed entry to the dark cave that was Pansy Parkinson’s private dorm. Draco was in charge of getting butterbeer, Theo got sweets, Blaise had to collect extra pillows and blankets for you all to sleep on.

   and you and Pansy would watch idly as they ran round for said things. 

   “Finally, only took you three an hour” Pansy taunted as the three Slytherin boys walked through the door “Your not the one sneaking butterbeer into the dorms at two in the morning you lazy ass” Draco snapped back, holding the case of glass bottles in his hand. 

   Theo set the basket of sweets on Pansy’s trunk that was at the foot of her bed so he could help Blaise set up the blankets on the floor “Yeah shove off” she waves her hand before falling back onto the bed “Where’s Y/n? Is she not coming? She’s okay right?” BLaise asked, looking around the room.

   Pansy had to hold back a fit of laughter “She’s in the bathroom changing. Your dad is showing by the way” she snickers. Blaise scoffs and goes back to putting down the pillows.  “Why does she need to change?” Theo spoke up, taking a seat on a pillow.

   a grin made its way to Pansy’s face “Spilled some water on her clothes- she spilled water on her clothes” she quickly corrects herself. Draco narrows his eyes and looks at Blaise who gives him a knowing look. “Right” Draco says, knowing full well what happened. 

   the bathroom door opened and Pansy sat up quickly. You walked out, running a hand through your hair as the Slytherin girl eyed you up and down, unable to hide her grin at her shorts and matching black shirt on your body. “Hey Sexy” Pansy sends you a wink. 

   fuck

   you have learned to tone down your emotions around her, but still- “Hey” you reply simply nad go over to sit at the foot of the bed “Sorry for the wait” you say and they shake their heads “It’s fine, want some butterbeer?” Draco asked and you nod rapidly. 

   Draco begins to distribute the butterbeer amongst you all and that's when the chatting started. Pansy sat behind you and wrapped her arms around your waste, one hand holding her bottle of butter beer and the other wrapped tightly around you. 

   at one point she slid her hand up your shirt, stopping at your belly button to rub the cold metal of her ring along your skin. It made you choke on your butterbeer a bit and cough up “Are you alright?” Blaise asked and you nodded quickly, pointing to your throat “Went down the wrong pipe”

   Blaise seemed to believe your answer or faked it well because he went back to talking to Theo.

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   an hour later

   you all had pretty much devoured most of the sweets and were out of topics to talk about though Pansy could continue to insult Draco’s hair until her dying breath. “I’m fucking bored” Pansy whined, laying her head on your shoulder. Y/n.Exe has stopped working.

   “Not my damn problem” Draco retorts, popping a flavour bean into his mouth. You exhale, shaking your head. Weren’t your friends just the nicest people alive. “Good thing i didn’t fucking ask you then huh Malfoy!?” Pansy shouts. Blaise copies your previous actions and sighs.

   he reached up to rub his temples “May we not yell for the sake of my head and Theo’s” he says. Pansy was about to go in one Blaise when you spoke up “Yah, your yelling in my ears Pans” Draco shot her a smirk, knowing she wouldn’t yell after that. 

   Pansy flips him off with a grin “Sit and spin on it” she mouths to him and he just shoots her a glare “We could play truth to dare, heard a couple Hufflepuff girls talking about it. They said it was fun” Theo cut in, looking at his hands. Blaise’s face scrunched up a bit t the idea, but he didn’t say anything. 

   “Yes- your mine bitch” Pansy lets out a maniacal laugh as she points at Draco who looked more weirded out then scared “I’ll play since Theo is, what about you Y/n?” Blaise questioned. You shrug your shoulders “Sure, i’m always down to try things once”

   Pansy’s face lights up “Thank you babes. Now who goes first?” she asked. Blaise lifted his wand nd tapped the empty Butterbeer bottle, causing it to levitate “Pansy, spin it” he says. She shrugs and reaches over your shoulder to spin the bottle. 

   it took a couple seconds before it landed on the Slytherin prince himself. Draco scoffed, rolling his eyes “Fuck my life” he muttered as Pansy gave him a sickenly sweet smile “Draco, truth or dare prick” she said, keeping her wide smile. Draco looked like he was weighing his options in his mind. 

   “Truth”

   “What house did you want to be in when you were ten?” She asked. What a weird question. Draco’s face darkened s if he had seen a boggart, before he scowled “You fucking bitch” he seethed making you snicker a bit as well as Theo. “Say it~” she says in a sing song voice. 

   “Fine!” he shouts and takes a deep breath, crossing his arms like an angry child “I wanted to be in Gryffindor, like Harry Potter” the room was silent for a moment as you all stared at him blankly “Loser” Pansy laughs and he throws his arms in the air. 

   “I hate you”

   “Okay cool it Gryffindor” BLaise interjected, making all of you snicker. Draco narrowed his eyes at his mate “Your laughing now Zabini, just wait until i get you and your fucked” he threatens, but Blaise doesn’t have an reaction “Right...good luck with that”

   Draco spins the bottle and you all watch as it spins around for a couple seconds until it stops on the one and only Blaise Zabini “Well shit” he says with a deadpan look. Pansy gasped and covered her mouth “I can’t believe dad just cursed in front of us” she mutters to you, making you smile. 

   “Truth or dare Zabini?” Draco asked, a evil smirk on his face. Sometimes you forgot you were surrounded by Slytherin’s and your friends were assholes. “Dare since i’m not a pussy unlike my fellow housemates” Blaise grins, making Draco shake his head. 

   “Tell Theo you love him...in front of us”

   now Blaise wasn’t one for PDA and neither was Theo, probably one of the reasons they fit so well together. Draco was a dick for this one “I choose truth” he said instantly. You look at Theo who’s half smile turned into a grin. What was he planning? His face drops to a frown and he looks at Blaise.

   “You don’t love me?” he asked, his lip quivering a bit. What in the? All of you looked at Theo as Blaise stared at his boyfriend in shock “What?! No of course i do!” Blaise protests, but Theo doesn’t break from his character “Then say it” he persits. 

   all of you were stunned into silence, even loud mouth Pansy. Blaise looked like he was going to breakdown, which was an interesting look on his face actually “I- uh- what? I-” ne sputters, not knowing how to answer. Theo looks down at his lap “It’s fine i get it” he replies.

   he starts to sniffle, to make Blaise think he was crying which seemed to push - him over the edge. He grabs Theo’s face and makes him look at him “Oh my- i love you Theo. I’m in love with you. What has gotten into you?” he asked rapidly. Theo finally breaks and gives him a tired smile. 

   “I love you too. Who’s next?” he says, breaking away from Blaise who looked like he just went through all five stages of grief and is deciding to go through it all a second time. “Damn- that's tough” Pansy says, breaking the tension “Fuck you” Blaise snaps instantly making you all go wide eyed.

   you guys needed a dad swear jar

   Blaise huffs and spins the bottle, his usual smile with bad intentions coming back to his face once it lands on Pansy, who just sighs, mumbling some curses under her breath “Pans, truth or dare?” he asked. Pansy eyed him with a glare before smiling “Dare” she says. 

   you knew it was a bad idea

   “I dare you to make out with Y/n” he said casually, causing you to choke on your butterbeer “Excuse me!?” you interject “I didn’t laugh at you!” he shrugs his shoulders “Your just collateral damage Y/n, very sorry” he says. but you knew he wasn’t.

   “This is bullshit” you mutter, though the thought was making your heartbeat against your chest. Pansy shrugs nonchalantly before using her hand to tilt your head up so you were looking t the ceiling. This way she could reach you since she was sat behind you.

   Pansy leans down and plants her lips onto yours, leaving you shocked. You lose your grip of your butterbeer, causing it to fall, but Theo catches it. Pansy Parkinson was kissing you, the girl you fell in love with. This wasn’t a teasing touch or flirty comment. It was the real thing.

   and you loved it

   you reach up to put your hand on the nape of her neck to pull her in for  deeper kiss, feeling her grin against your lips. As you both got more heated the boys slowly left the room, leaving you two alone to do whatever the hell really. Good thing too, because it was only going to go further. 

   Pany’s free hand reaches up to wrap round your neck, not squeezing, but just gripping firmly to keep you in place. Fuck. Her tongue ran along your bottom lip and you opened your mouth slightly for her to slip her tongue in and connect it with yours.

   you always forget she has tongue ring

   it was nice to latch onto, hearing Pansy moan into your mouth was an added plus as well. You guessed Pansy was fed up with the current position because she pulled away and pushed you roughly back onto the bed, pulling your legs so you were closer to her.

   she leaned down, hovering over you “I should probably tell you i’m in love with you before anything else happens” hse spoke, a wide smile spreading across her face “Why?” you asked. “because- answer the question Y/n, do you love me too?” she spoke, you could tell she was getting anxious. 

   “Of course i love you. I have for a long time” you say, matching her smile “You're telling me i could have been kissing you like this sooner?” she asked with a small pout. You reach up and loop your arms around her neck “Then let’s not waste anymore time then huh?”

   Pansy grins before kissing you again. 

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come on in, folks, i got some kind of goof ass Beetlejuice/Evil Dead crossover for you to enjoy.

He’s eighteen, and it’s Saturday, which means that he and Lydia are wandering around Manhattan, looking for trouble to get into. Lydia, eleven and ever his little shadow, is standing next to him, as they take a moment, on the busy New York street corner, to sip their boba and think about their next move. They were meant to be watching some horror movie that had looked alright from the previews, but ended up being so stupid, it wasn’t even fun, and the Deetz siblings had found themselves walking out, one hour poorer but a bucket of overly butter saturated movie popcorn richer. “I still can’t believe how bad that was,” Lydia says, again, huffing, because they’d actually paid money to see that stinker, instead of sneaking in, which is their usual habit. “Ya get one big name attached an’ everyone apparently stops givin’ a shit. Musta figured th’ droolin’ masses would eat it up,” he agrees, and he slurps up the last of his tapioca balls, and then proceeds to eat the plastic straw. “Is it too much to ask that characters actually be interesting, and, I don’t know, behave like normal human people?” Lyds bitches, as BJ takes a bite out of his cup, too. She glances up at him, dryly. “I mean, I guess maybe my standards for normality are low, but still.”

He grins at her. “Whatever could you possibly mean, sister dearest?” he puts on a posh, almost transatlantic accent, and she rolls her eyes, and sucks boba up in her straw, then shoots the pearls at him like a pea shooter. He snorts and laughs.

It’s a good day, despite the letdown at the movies. It’s nearly that time of year, just about the start of his seasonal depression, as the sun becomes shy and things go cold and gray. Still, there’s some time left with the sunshine, so he’s drinking it up, savoring it, and it feels good, to stand here with Lyds, and talk about nothing. “Alright, come on, let’s second act it,” he grins, and she perks up. “I think Wicked’s playing!” “Wicked’s always playin��.” “Well, I’m not sitting through Hamilton, it’s a Saturday. I’m not learning if I don’t have to.” “Totally fuckin’ fair. Music Man, maybe?” “Hugh Jackman’s weirdly brick shaped head freaks me out.” “There’s gotta be a show we can sneak into,” BJ frowns, scratching at the scruff of his chin, and then he catches a scent he’s never smelled before, as Lydia puzzles through their remaining options. It’s like death, sort of, but not. Like death warmed over, or death, refried. He takes his sister’s hand, and leads her away from the street corner, following the smell, nose in the air, pupils blown wide, and Lydia laughs. “Great, time to go poke a dead thing. That’s more fun than The Last Four Years, at least.” She’s seen him go like this before, and thinks she knows what to expect.

Neither of them know how to react when they follow the scent down an alleyway and see the violent fight happening in front of them.

Parked at the far end of the alleyway is a car, some 70’s make that he doesn’t know enough about such things to name, and between it, and the Deetz siblings, is an one handed man absolutely going feral on a group of three refried dead smelling zombie… things. “Deadly-vu,” he hears Lydia whisper, as they watch the man perform a scissor kick that sends a zombie head flying. It bounces like a basketball against the brick wall that makes the alleyway, rolls, and lands at the Deetz sibling’s feet. There’s a beat, as they stare at it, and it stares back, before the head on the ground opens its mouth and speaks. “DEMON!” it shrieks, and then it makes the life ending choice to roll at Lydia, teeth bared, and his boot is going through it, crushing through the skull like an overly juicy bug under his heel. He takes a second to wipe the gore from his sole onto the pavement. “Maybe Wicked could be good,” he turns and says to Lydia, who responds by ducking behind him, because the body the head formerly belonged to seems to be stumbling at them, clutching something in it’s boiled and infected and puss covered arms, and it thrusts the thing at BJ, before falling down and collapsing into dust. It’s a book. Some kind of creepy old demon book, from the look of it. He wrinkles his nose in vague disgust, and then takes a sniff. If the zombie things are refried death, this thing is a whole fucking Mexican food buffet of it, and it makes his head spin in a way he’s never felt before. He kind of likes it. He’s about to give the cursed reading material a tentative lick before a boom rings out from in front of them- the one handed man has pulled a sawed off shotgun off his back, and dispatched another corpse thing. There’s one left, and it’s circling the man, who by this point is so blood covered, he looks like he was tricked into being prom queen, or something.

“Is it just me, or do you freaks just keep gettin’ uglier?” the man quips, and the corpse lunges, a stumbling move which earns it the butt of the shotgun to the jaw, which goes flying. The zombie is shot through the gut, and drops, but is a twitching, squirming mess. BJ’s seen enough horror movies to know that thing is getting back up. The stranger has apparently, too. He takes a moment to reload the shotgun, then double taps, blowing clean through the thing’s skull. He blows at the slightly smoking barrels of his sawed off, twirls it, and holsters it, re-slipping it onto his back. It’s a pretty cool move, actually, and the siblings watch in rapt attention. It takes the three remaining people (well, two people, one demon,) in the alley a moment to actually focus on each other, and there’s silence, before the stranger speaks. “Uh,” says the man, covered in blood, and Lydia peaks out from behind BJ, and stares at him, with big eyes. “Kids,” he hears the man mutter. “Great, just what I need, a coupla kids, gettin’ in my way.. Hey, kiddies,” he says, louder, with a smile, which might be really charming when he’s not soaked in rot and blood, but the effect at the moment is not as sincere and friendly as he clearly thinks it is. “Looks like you two little heroes managed to wrangle my book away from those deadites. You wanna do your pal Ash a favor, and hand it over?” He makes a “come here” motion with his stump arm, and then seems to realize that’s not so appealing, because he tucks that appendage behind his back, worried, suddenly, about scaring them. As if a man with a missing hand is the weirdest thing they've seen in the last five minutes.

“What the fuck,” Lydia says, and BJ can’t help but agree with that sentiment. Also, he feels a vague sense of sudden responsibility for this weird old tome. It doesn’t exactly seem like the kind of thing a human should have. Maybe those zombies… deadites? Maybe they were trying to get back what was stolen from them. Though he’s not charitable enough to assume that they’re the good guys in this feud. The stranger, Ash, takes a careful step forward. “It’s alright,” he says, like he’s talking to a wild animal he’s trying to tame, and not a teen and preteen, respectively. “I’m not gonna hurtcha. Just need to get my book back.”

A sudden screeching wind roars down the alleyway, and both living humans react, ducking, as it bellows and swirls around them, kicking up dust and trash and chunks of leftover deadite. “Demon! Aid us!” BJ feels a presence in front of his face, something he can’t see, but a great, ancient something, reaching out to him, demanding, begging, pleading, for him to assist in whatever macabre goal it wants to meet. He responds by sticking his unglamoured tongue out at it. “Ewww, gross. No.”

The thing shrieks again, and makes a beeline for Lydia, which is just about the stupidest thing it could have done, because he drops his glamour fully and snarls, gives the ancient being a psychic push back, and he sends the thing that cannot be seen flying, out of the shady darkness of this alleyway, past what he assumes to be Ash’s car, and out onto the city street, into the sun. It shrieks and moans and curses him. He flips it off, as it dissipates. The vibe in the air, however, tells him it’s not “dead,” just gone.

Ash straightens up and looks at him. BJ’s already slipped his human disguise back on, so the effect is that Ash has just seen what seems to be a slightly too pale and definitely overweight human teen somehow push back an ancient evil, totally unaffected. Now it’s his turn to let out a confused, “What the fuck?”

“Come on, BJ!” Lydia grabs her big brother’s arm and pulls him away, running from the gore and the confused zombie slayer. “Wait, kids-!” Ash rounds the corner, after them, but the Deetz siblings are already gone, disappeared into thin air, flash stepping the span of blocks in the blink of an eye, and they don’t stop until Lydia, sick from the teleportation, gives his hand a squeeze. They appear on a rooftop, confusing and traumatizing some pigeons that had been roosting.

“Wait, why did we run?’ BJ asks, and Lydia looks at him like he’s a moron. “Because that guy was clearly a monster hunter! And kind of really good at it!” she says. He mulls that over, and smiles. “Worried for your big bro?” he bats his eyelashes at her, and she responds by slugging him in the gut, which he reacts the barest amount to. “Last thing I want is to explain to mom and dad how you ended up with a shotgun blast through your skull,” she says, and crosses her arms, before leaning forward, to study the book he’s still holding. “So. What is that?” He grins. “Wanna open it an’ find out?” Read the rest of the first chapter here!

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Do you have fantasies or plots outside of RP? How IC are they? If any are OOC, why? + First impressions of your muse vs now? Any headcanons or revelations about canon that changed the way you think about them? + Is there anything embarrassing, to you, about your muse? What are they embarrassed by? | Have funnnnnnn

Self Insert Community Inspired RP meme

Do you have fantasies or plots outside of RP? How IC are they? If any are OOC, why? 

Oh, I get struck with these all of the time. Most of them are IC! Unfortunately a lot of these never make it to the blog because my short term memory is just really bad;; especially after a work day or if I go out. Usually only if it’s mundane and related to day to day life....though I’m sure it’d enrich things regardless if they did make it. Stuff very akin to other dash commentaries that make it big. Often muse vs muse @ Felix himself.

technically I get imagine spots when I am still trying to decide if I’m going to keep a potential headcanon- Often when I’m researching a time period or society, i take into account how contrary and individual my muse is- Do they go with society, or are they more like ‘No Fuck That’, or, do they agree but for their own reasons?

 First impressions of your muse vs now? Any headcanons or revelations about canon that changed the way you think about them? 

When it comes to Volo, my initial reaction was much more mild. I suppose I don’t like when people lay it on thick, which sent off some...yellowish green flags? tbh, i thought we were getting some kinda fanboy character, and he was just gonna stay this minor shopkeeper that disappeared after the credits. You can listen for yourself in the only footage I got of Volo, I don’t sound overly impressed.

I do make Wyrdeer jump to prevent from running his ass over in the road, and proceed to laugh at his formality in calling me ‘Mr.’ I argue with him over whether to be humble because 18 pokemon types exist, and then give a contented lil hum at being told not to overexert. I do spare him another thought like, 17 minutes later, claiming that “I don’t know what these fucking plates are gonna be about” right in front of Iscan and Palina.

When I took his team for a spin though, the biggest revelation in character development was figuring out how compassion actively rewards you in PLA. So, my muse in particular became a much nicer guy, paired with the concept art hinting at that as well.(I did also come up with an alternate interpretation- the Fight basis of the god verse for those of us who like mean Volo.)

So, while i was waffling before while we waited for info a little, my muse leans a lot more in the ‘well intentioned extremist’ territory.  I know this is probably me leaning more into my tendencies- Hurt You With The Truth rather than Lying Liar Who Lies, but I see the niche has a spot to fill~

so, especially for good end/ships with Felix, Good Guy Volo is a reality. Which is not to say that he didn’t fuck up majorly or has the potential to spiral into evil, just. He’s an emotional bitch- He ran himself right off the compassion fatigue highway and into the ground. It’s all up to verse whether he can pick himself up again, y’know???

 Is there anything embarrassing, to you, about your muse? What are they embarrassed by?

As a Formerly “Asexual Girl” with dysphoria, I’m ultimately always a lil embarrassed how thirsty my muses can be at times, of course. Or even Romantic. Old habits die hard, I have an inner lil puritan voice when I’m actually very comfortable with Gay Shit, especially after starting my transition.

But Felix muse is much more ashamed of his attractions because of Rule Of Funny. He’s hyper-considerate, and it can be painted all over his face how much he likes Men. As a mun i’m like ‘haha get wrecked’ meanwhile he’s internally screaming, stuttering, fumbling.

As for Volo, he’s....always embarrassed. It’s more accurate to ask when he’s not embarrassed. In verses where Cogita is his mom, he especially conducts himself around her.

To be honest; he’s the least embarrassed by whoever he picks as his lover (though still finds them a little cringe. Especially if he’s the top in the relationship.)

But, he’s going to act completely shameless around them, because he gets off on the control aspect.

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You Never Said

Spencer Reid x Male Reader

Warnings: Torture, dysphoria, blood, self harm tendencies, abuse, and rape mentioned, violating a body, deadnaming

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"I'm not hearing nothin'!" Jack yelled, twirling his knife around in his hand. He slammed his hands down on the table, making me jump in my chair. "I said, tell me something interesting."

I squeezed my eyes shut, curling my hands into fists. He wanted me to spill my guts out to Spencer, the man he knew I was in love with. Spencer, the man that was currently tied up on a chair in front of me. 

The blade was pressed up against my neck, and I hissed as it bit into my skin.

"Did you fucking hear me?"

This was all apart of the unsub's game. He liked to tease and torture before slowly killing. Unfortunately, Spencer and I had gone in without backup. It was my idea, but we were blindsided because there was a second unsub — another man that was just in charge of taking people. Jack was the brains and power behind it.

"I used to wet the bed up until I was ten," I muttered through gritted teeth as I opened my eyes to face him.

Jack removed the knife and backed away. "Not very interesting, but I'll take it to start."

Jack had a personal vengeance for me. I'd killed his brother because his brother was about to shoot Spencer, and clearly, I wasn't going to let that happen. It was for the case and needed to be done, but Jack never got over the loss of him, of Adam. Now he wanted to make me suffer, and he knew that I'd end up with the case if only he killed enough people in the most sadistic ways he could imagine.

My eyes eventually fell onto Spencer once more. His hands were bound behind his back. His head was bloodied from being knocked out, and his hair was messy and knotted. Deep in my gut, I knew that this would be one of the last times I'd be able to make eye contact with him. Whether it ended in my death or the team saving us, I would never be able to look at Spencer the same way, and I knew he'd never look at me the same.

Jack swung a chair in front of me and sat in it, blocking my view of Spencer. "Now I know Pretty Boy over there ain't know nothin' 'bout you. You're too secretive. Ain't that a problem on your team? Thought y'all knew everything about one another." He glanced over his shoulder and sneered before looking back at me. "Guess he's gonna learn today, ain't he?"

Jack laughed as he got up and tossed the chair off to the side. It took everything I had in me not to curse him out because I knew that whenever I acted out, he would just take it out on Spencer. He had reassured me of that before Spencer had woken up. I dropped my head back down, letting my eyes stare at the buttons of my jeans.

"I'm bored. Tell me somethin' else. Make it better than the last time. Ooo! I know. Tell me about your brother; I wanna hear about that," Jack said, leaning on one of the walls with his knife. "I'm sure PB — can I call him that? — would love to hear about it."

I wasn't sure how he knew all this stuff about me, but it made me extremely uncomfortable.

"My brother's dead," I answered through gritted teeth.

Jack pouted. "Aww, c'mon. Don't be like that. I know your brother's dead. But I wanna hear what he did to you. And I'm sure little Spencey would just love to know, too."

I ground my teeth together and shut my eyes. He wanted to break me mentally. That was his endgame. Did he want me to be crying and pathetic when he killed me so he could make fun of me? I wouldn't give it to him. I vowed to myself that I wouldn't let a single tear drop from my eyes.

"He used to play his 'special little game' with me at night when I was six, and he was fifteen. As long as I was good and quiet while taking it, he wouldn't beat me." I raised my head and looked over at Jack. "You wanted me to talk about my brother raping me, that it?"

Jack smirked and twirled his knife. "Keep goin'. What happened after that? After you told your dad?"

I sighed and hung my head again, my eyes trailing over the threading in my pants. "I got the balls to tell him when I was thirteen. Dad just wanted to play the special little game, too."

I wasn't really sure why he wanted me to tell Spencer all of this stuff. Yes, it was humiliating, and I deeply wished it wasn't happening. Then it hit me. Spencer wouldn't forget. He'd never forget these things just like I never would. Though he wouldn't have to live through the experience, he'd have to hold the knowledge because of his damn memory.

Spencer and I were the closest members on the team, rivaling Penelope and Derek's relationship. We all had good laughs about that. So if Jack knew everything about me, he'd know that. He'd know more than just my stupid crush, and he would clearly know about Spencer's special mind. It was clear that Spencer cared a lot for me and forcing me to spill my life story would not only break me, but be permanent in his mind. It was a two-for-one kind of psychological torture.

"And how long did that go on for?" Jack asked, practically skipping over to me. It made me absolutely sick. 

"Until I was eighteen," I replied. This time, I just spat in his face when he bent down to my level.

Jack paused, wiped his face slowly, and a wicked grin grew on his face. "Normally, I would slice open one if Pretty Boy's arms for you doing that. But this is his torture, too." Jack stood straight and walked out of the room. Fuck.

"Are you alright?" Spencer asked me. His voice was soft and filled with concern, and it made me want to cry more. He didn’t deserve this.

Hesitantly, I raised my eyes to his. "Yeah."

Jack entered the room with a little bottle and shook it at me before facing Spencer. "We didn't get to that part in the game, but Mister Secret-Keeper over there was a druggie," Jack said, speaking to Spencer. He pulled out a needle and inserted it into the small bottle before filling the syringe.

I had my run-in with drugs pretty much as soon as I left my house because I just wanted to forget. I did manage to get off of them, but it was still part of me that I wished to forget. It was also a part of me at I knew would always haunt me because addiction always came back stronger than ever.

"Way back when," he continued, kneeling down by the arm of the chair and yanking my arm out. "To...what was it? 'Member what it was called?" Jack tapped my arm until he found a vein and stuck the needle into it, filling my bloodstream with the drug. "Oh, that's right. Dilaudid."

I'd gotten addicted to the pain reliever because it helped my pain for one, and it also made me sleepy and relaxed. I ground my teeth together, wanting to spat more than just spit at him, but I couldn't risk Spencer getting hurt. Nothing in the world would make me forgive myself if Spencer got hurt; he was already in this situation because of me.

I closed my eyes and even though I knew it couldn't have taken effect immediately, I was relieved in some sort of way. Like I was going back to an old friend for a good time. A toxic friend...

"Leave him alone," Spencer blurted out. I opened my eyes to look at him, shocked that he would speak up. “I-I had my own run-in with that,” he continued which only made Jack light up like a damn Christmas tree.

“Oh? Would you like some?”

“No!” I shouted, curling my hands into fists. “No. No, don’t. I-I’ll...I’ll play your game more, just don’t give him the drug.”

Jack smirked before setting the items onto the table. “Okay then. If you’re so willing, then share. Tell me something else.”

“My mom...” I sighed and looked down at my arm. I swore I could physically see the drug filling my veins. “My mom thought I was lying to her. She didn’t want to believe that her husband and precious son could do something so awful. So she would hit me every time I tried to bring something up about it. My family was okay with abusing me. Is that what you wanted to hear? Is that what you want to know?!”

Jack hopped up onto the table and sat on it, spinning the knife on the tip of his thumb, completely ignoring my last two sentences. “That where you got all those scars?”

I sighed and shrugged silently. I got these scars from different reason. Reasons that I still preferred Spencer not knowing. I knew he would — there was not enough time for the team to get to us without information like this being spilled. But as long as it was just me, I could keep the attention away from Spencer, and that’s what I cared about.

“No, no. Keep going. Don’t make me do something you’ll regret,” Jack insisted.

I left out a heavy sigh. “Scars came from the raping and beatings as well as my own clumsiness and animals.”

“Aaaannnnd?” I wanted to kill him and his stupid gleeful voice.

“And myself. I scarred myself with knives and lighters. That good? Are we good now? Can we just fucking go away?”

Jack hopped off the table, shaking his head with a tsk. “Temper, temper, my dear.” He walked up to me, curling his fingers under my chin. “We’re not quite yet done.”

I sneered and spat in his face. “You son of a bitch. You absolute son of a bitch.”

Jack wiped his face slowly, glaring down at me with a new evil glinting in his eyes. He pushed the chair back, causing it to tilt over. I slammed against the ground and all the breath left my lungs. Jack hovered over me and spat back in my face. “You have no idea who you’re talking to,” he seethed, grabbing more of the drug and injecting it into me. I cried out as the needle pierced my skin. He hasn’t taken any time to try and find my vein, but I prayed he hit one anyway.

“Jack,” Spencer called out, and it made my blood freeze. “Jack, just-just let him go. Do something to me. Leave him alone.”

“Spencer, I swear to Christ,” I said through gritted teeth. “Jack, you leave him out of this. You know this is between you and I.”

Jack pulled my chair back up and say back on the table, an amused grin on his face. “Well, I can’t believe this.” He laughed, picking his knife back up from the table. “Look how the two of you defend one another. Like an old married couple. No, no, like a brand-new couple that doesn’t know anything about one another. What do they call it?” He turned and looked at Spencer. “Tell me. What is it called?”

“The honeymoon phase,” Spencer replied softly.

“The honeymoon phase!” Jack spun and looked back towards me. “Oh, you guys are just too cute! Too bad he won’t love you anymore after you tell him.”

I frowned. I wasn’t exactly sure what he was talking about, but I suppose I had some sort of an idea because my stomach sunk.

Jack grabbed the bottom of my shirt and took his knife, slicing up through the whole thing. I squeezed my eyes shut. So that was his final blow. I opened my eyes to stare into Jack’s psychotic ones.

“You got the top done, I see,” Jack pointed out, tracing his knife over the scars on my chest. He wasn’t pressing hard enough to cut the skin, but I knew he would. “Have you got the bottom done?”

He unbottoned my jeans and pulled them open as far as he could. I struggled against him, but Jack pressed the knife against my neck. “You struggle, you die.” I fell still, letting my mind blank like I did when something was too much for me. Jack slipped his fingers into my boxers, and I squeezed my eyes shut. “You haven’t!”

I nearly screamed when he shoved two fingers inside of me, but it was over almost as soon as t started. The tears that had welled up in my eyes were for nothing. Well, not nothing, but not for what I had thought.

“Now go on,” Jack said, backing away from me. “Tell him.”

I glared at Jack as he allowed my line of vision to see Spencer. I refused to look at him, though; I only stared at Jack. “I’m trans. I was born female.”

“You still feel pretty female to me,” Jack answered, and I dropped my eyes from his.

The next word that reached my ears was a word I never wanted anyone to know. My deadname. It hurt worse than any knife Jack could cut me with. He said it again, then again, and again. Spencer would never forget it. He’d always know who I was...

Just then, the rest of the team burst in. There was a lot of shouting going on, but I wasn’t paying attention. I stared at the open button of my pants, grinding my teeth together. The bindings were untied, and I was helped up, but I was just really moving through the motions.

A week later, I was forced to take a mandatory leave. Hotch had noticed how I was and told me that I needed to take a break. I really didn’t want to, but I knew that I needed to. I had avoided Spencer as much as I could, and I hadn’t spoken to anyone since that day.

A knock came at the door, but I only looked towards it. I hadn’t felt a need to leave my house since my leave, either. I knew I should’ve been using this time to seekfir a therapist, but I was just too embarrassed.

“It’s me.”

Spencer... why does it have to be you? I sighed as I got up and walked over to the door. I peered through the peephole even though the voice had already confirmed who I knew it was. I opened the door.

“I-I wanted to visit you,” he said.

I forced a smile, but didn’t offer him to come inside. “You visited.”

“I want to talk.”

Of course there was more.

I side-stepped and let the lanky man inside, peering through the door before closing it.

“You haven’t sought out a therapist.”

“No,” I said in response. “Don’t need to.”

“Yes, you do. I was there; I saw what he did to you. You’re on mandatory leave. You need to talk to someone,” Spencer insisted, fiddling with the strap of his bag.

“I talked to Jack about it.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I know.” I sat down on the couch. “Did Hotch set you up to this? Garcia, maybe? If that’s it, you can go.”

“Actually, I came here of my own accord,” he said.

I gestured to the chair in front of me. “Relax, take a seat.”

He’s here to say something about me being trans. Hotch knew because I talked to him about the leave I needed for top surgery before I got the job. He just waited and hired me after the recovery stage. Other than that, no one knew about me being trans. Except Spencer did now.

Spencer was clearly embarrassed, fumbling over what he had to say. Eventually, he got it out. “I was wondering if you wanted to grab a coffee with me.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “Like... just for coffee?”

“Well... no. No, I was hoping it would be more like a date.”

I leaned my elbows on my knees, getting a closer look at the profiler. “With me?”

“Who else?” he replied with nervous laughter.

“You know what Jack said...” I ran my hands through my hair, closing my eyes. “You know what I am.”

“A wonderful man that I’m trying to take out on a date. Just because you never said doesn’t make you less of what you are. I-I never said I was bisexual. Doesn’t mean I’m not.”

I opened my eyes and smiled softly. “Thank you,” I breathed out softly. “Still... still want that coffee?”

Spencer smiled and stood up, offering me his hand which I gratefully took. We headed out the door, but I stopped to make sure I had my phone.

“Mind if I make a call in the car?” I asked. It was time I needed to make an appointment with a therapist.

Spencer seemed to realize this in some sort of way. “Not at all.”

[luci-cunt]

On this episode of “I’m-nostalgic-and-wouldn’t-rec-anyone-read-my-book-but-some-bits-of-it-are-actually-kind-of-funny-to me-and-I’m-addicted-to-validation” JSoC addition!

[the only context u need is that Ash = mc, she’s depressed but coping barely. Cal = incognito rich kid looking for his “girlfriend.” Aatami = softboy/ Ash’s love interest. Mia = Cal’s “girlfriend.”]

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“The world wasn’t much different now that it had an expiration date.”

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*in an abandoned house* “Uh… you got a name?” I asked, opening the fridge and peeking inside. It was empty, except for a rotting rat. I sighed and closed the fridge.

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“So, where are you from?” I asked, he made a face at me but let it drop to an exhausted one. He’d given up being suspicious when he realized the only reason I was pressuring him about his past was because I was a nosy bitch. 

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“Aye Bee, good to see you again,” he said, I turned and pulled on Cal’s sleeve so he’d follow me. Uncle B gave him a wary once over and Cal just crossed his arms and glared. Uncle B looked back at me and pursed his lips. “That was way too quick for food Ash, and I’m not selling you drugs.” he said, I sighed.

“Fine, Cal, no meth today sorry,” I said, acting disappointed. Uncle B rolled his eyes. 

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I rolled my eyes as I threw another handful of nuts in my mouth and then screwed up my face as I bit into a raisin and spit the whole mouthful out. Cal made a face at me. “You’re so gross,” he muttered.

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Thinking about my mom made me want to do something illegal.

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Cal was too busy making his ‘there-is-one-single-fiber-keeping-the-impulse-to-punch-you-from-happening’ face at me to notice my sudden tenseness.

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“Whatever, I’m hungry, let’s get food,” I said. He narrowed his eyes at me. “You just ate an entire bag of trail mix,” he said, I nodded. “Yeah, but Cal, food is literally the only good thing about the world, you can never have enough,” I said, he rolled his eyes.

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“Chill man, it’s not even three yet, you’ve still got six days to find your Juliet,” I said, he pursed his lips.

“Romeo and Juliet die at the end of that play,” he said, I grinned.

“I’ll be Mercutio and we’ll have almost the full cast, complete with tragically young deaths for all of us.” 

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“So? What’s the verdict Mr. Grinch?” He spared me a glare and leaned back in his seat so he could cross his arms over his chest. “Salad.” “But that’s so boring.” “You’re ordering tamales.” “That’s because they taste good.” “Salad tastes good.” “Yeah, maybe to giraffes.” “Are you calling me a giraffe?” “If you think salads are good then yes.”

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Angry dude was hot.

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“Do you have a deathwish?” “Yes, don’t know how it took you that long to–hello,” I said, seeing Aatami suddenly standing in front of our table.

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Cal had given up glaring at either of us and was now stabbing the vinyl booth seats with a butter knife. He looked at me pointedly between stabs and I pretended not to get the message he was sending.

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“You do? Oh thank god, we’ve been hopping busses for forever,” I said, Cal rolled his eyes. “One bus,” he muttered under his breath. I ignored him.

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“Yeah, she’s a cheerleader and they’re the next Romeo and Juliet,” I said, Cal rolled his eyes, still tapping something on the phone. “Don’t Romeo and Juliet die?” Aatami asked, glancing between me and the road, I smiled brightly. “Tragically,” I said. “Oh.”

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“Good afternoon! How can I help you?” the lady said, she sounded way too peppy, and I heard Cal growl into my shoulder. I think I was the only one who heard it though, it made me smile.

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*about the hotel room Cal paid for* “That’s a lot, Cal,” I whispered. He groaned, dropped his hand, and turned his head back so his forehead was on my shoulder. “I’m not sleeping in a regular cramped stupid room. And I want a big bed, so you better fuck in the bathroom if you’re going to,” he whispered back.

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Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuck fuck. Fuckkkkk.

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*Cal talking while there’s a gun in his face* “Nope, you’ve got the wrong guy,” Cal said again. “You’re really not fooling anyone,” Hans said, anger creeping into his voice. “I’m not trying to, you’ve just got the wrong guy.” “You look exactly like him.” “I get that a lot.” “So you’re saying if I don’t reach into your pocket and pull out your wallet–” “No, no I wouldn’t do that.” “Why?” “I... don’t even have my wallet on me.” “Really?” “Yeah–hey, hey hey hey, no don’t do that–fuck,” I made a mental note to punch Cal in his stupid rich boy face.

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“It’s Robert,” Hans said, and I scrunched up my face. What kind of name was Robert? That’s not even evil sounding at all.

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*Aatami, high on pain meds after being shot* “Are you guys ok–? Stupid question, don’t answer that. I mean, what happened–? No wait, stupider question. Hey, Ash can you drive? I don’t think I can right now. Or should, oh my god you guys were both so badass. Wow my head's spinning, I’m going to go sit in the car now–” Aatami rambled as he patted both Cal and I down. “Are you guys ok? No wait, I already asked that, ok I’m going to lie down now,” Aatami said.

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“You’re going to need to lose the pants so I can see whatever’s bleeding,” the nurse said. She glanced between us, Cal jumped off the table and pried his arm out of my hand. “Nope! Not happening, I don’t want to see your ass, I’m out,” Cal said, he rushed out.

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“You’re the stupidest person I’ve ever met,” Cal said, I smiled. “I think you’re pretty cool too,” I said.

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“Ash?” Cal asked, looking over at me. “Where the fuck are we?” he asked. “I don’t know, where’s Aatami?” I answered and he gave me a look. “How the fuck would I know that?” he growled and I glared at him. “Fuck you, I was just asking.” “I just woke up!” “So did I!”

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I was balancing so precariously on the edge of whatever self control I had, and one more word from Rose-Count was going to send me flying into de-dicking territory.

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“You can cook? I thought that was just something for the poor and needy,” I said, Cal glared at me. “You would know.”

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“Morning,” Aatami said, I laughed again and he laughed with me. “I drooled on your shirt,” I said, my voice sounded muffled by Aatami, and he laughed again. “I know I can feel it,” he said. “Gross,” Cal muttered.

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*Cal handing Ash a plate of pancakes* It was stacked with pancakes covered in blueberries and syrup with a huge commercial looking pad of butter on top. I started drooling. “You’re losing your edge,” I said, Cal glared and stabbed a fork into the top of my stack and then a knife through the butter pad. I raised a brow and he walked out of the kitchen. “Fuck off,” he said, bumping Aatami’s shoulder on the way out

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“But this is Hotel-Holdup Chique,” I said, he rolled his eyes. “It’s Homicidal-Vagrant Mystic,” Cal said, “And someone’s going to call the cops on you.”

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The shower in this house was fancy. It had one of those waterfall shower heads I’d only ever seen rich people fuck under on TV.

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“I need chocolate,” I said, and took another stabilizing breath, “and maybe some alcohol,” I added after a moment. “Koda’s coming,” Cal reminded me, I nodded and walked into the kitchen. “Exactly.”

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“I’m glad we met,” I said quietly, Cal’s expression didn’t change, and he held my stare. “Don’t expect me to suck your face, I’m not that good of a friend and not nearly straight enough,” Cal said. I laughed and he took a step forward and we hugged. Cal was a lot shorter than Aatami, and I didn’t have to stand on my toes to hug him. “But I’m glad we met too,” he said in my ear. I smiled and squeezed him again. “The idea of making out with you makes me want to throw up,” I said, we both laughed. “I’m glad,” he said as we pulled apart.

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Waking up in a trunk is the worst way to wake up.

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STREETSMARTS.

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“23% chance the world ends in ten minutes,” I said with a laugh. “It’s like the worst New Year’s party ever,” Uncle B said with a smile. “Meh,” Cal said with a noncommittal shrug.

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“Michelangelo who?” Cal said sarcastically, and Mia cocked his head to try and tell what it was, before blushing furiously as he realized. “Look Mia, we have fan art,” Cal said, holding the picture up to a completely red Mia. “Why?” Mia managed, and Cal laughed.

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laksdjflaksdjf;j sorry this is so long

[rebelliouslala]

As Black as Oil

part 8, 1.1k words, :D

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Your hands are bound. You struggle against the fabric stuffed in your mouth, and kick away any of the boys’ hands. “Why the hell does Haechan have to choose the most macho girls?” Grumbles Renjun, as he takes a long drag from his cigarette. “Guess he’s just like that,” Chenle, the one who took you away ties your feet. You kick as hard as you could, moving your body but the rope pulls your legs to the legs of the chair, tying so hard you can feel the rope against your own skin. “Now, do you know anything, doll?” Asks the youngest, Jisung.

Jeno takes out the gag, and you bite his finger. He curses at you, raising a hand to smack you with, but Jaemin pulls him back. “Don’t be stupid. Haechan would kill us.”

“Now, doll—,”

“Don’t fucking call me that.” You spat, “Why are you doing this Haechan? He never did anything!”

“Ah, he did. Besides, we got an even better offer.” Renjun looks at two men, one is vastly taller than the other, and you widen your eyes.

A looking figure, and an evil grin. Dark, slick hair covering his eyes. Johnny Suh scowls you through, a foreboding intensity in his eyes.

He planned this?

Taeyong stands next to him, smirking. “Good job Dreamies. I’m surprised how good you guys are.”

“We aren’t billionaires for nothing, Taeyong.” Jaemin, the one with knife scars on his face whispers, as he looks at you, but you can’t look away at Johnny.

He did this. Was this his master plan? This would be the one time you would’ve liked a small monologue from the bastard.

“The trap is laid out, correct?” Johnny asks. “Yeah, the other doll is with Yuta and Doyoung, then we’ll go over.”

“Excellent,”

“YOU BASTARD!” You scream out finally, snapping out of your shock. “TAEIL AND I LOVED YOU LIKE FAMILY!”

Johnny grabs the gag and chokes you with it, his eyes darkening, until you can’t speak and all that is forced out of you are groans. “Keep Jaemin here though. He’s very good with weapons and women, right?” The younger man clears his throat, “Yes sir.”

“Finally, now I can relax. Stay here little girl, if you know what’s best for you and your brother. Ugh, Taeyong let’s go. And Dreamies, please don’t fail.”

“Yes sir.” Jeno and the others murmur quietly. The Dreamies, except Jaemin, leave, and he shuffles closer to you. You muffle something out.

“Use your words.”

The chair bounces as you try to move, screaming through the gag. Jaemin pulls it out quickly, muttering, “Jesus Christ you are a handful.”

“What the fuck is going on?!” You scream, trying to struggle out. “Johnny sold Haechan out, he’s been distributing secretly to other people and been getting even triple the money Haechan makes.”

“He couldn’t have just. . .made his own company?”

“Haechan would’ve probably killed him on sight. But now you’re here. He was planning to kill Haechan and his other men, but there you were. And you messed up the whole plan. So, Johnny improvised. He learned about Haechan’s feelings for you, pretty fucking fast. Once he had us weaponized for when Haechan would be here, all he had to do was capture you and use you as bait. Kill the most powerful mafia leader, and boom, it’s Johnny Suh on top.”

“Weak.” You lean back. Trying to shake off the earring you wore, you shake your head, as Jaemin looks at you. “How?”

“He left everything to go to plan because of me? Johnny isn’t very smart, is he?”

“He laid out the whole trap. And once he and, probably your big bad brother, Taeil dies, Johnny will kill you.” You sigh, lifting your head back dramatically, and feel the earring get stuck in your hair.

Fuck.

“Oh no, I’ll die.” You groan, shaking your head and screaming. The earring finally drops, and the earring gets stuck near your thumb. Perfect.

“You know, Haechan, he warned me about you guys. But honestly I think you’re a sweetheart.” Using your thumb you grab the star, and use the pin to slowly cut yourself free. “Flattery won’t work on me, Moon.” Jaemin glares at you.

“Might as well be nice before I die, right?”

Donghyuck eyes the silver ring Taeil wears on his pinky, which he spins around tirelessly, “What was her name originally going to be?” Donghyuck asks. Taeil looks at him wide eyed, before realizing he’s talking about you. “Ah, uh, Mom never said it out loud, but I suspected it would’ve been some weird name.” Donghyuck laughs, imagining another name. “Ugh, yeah. I like that name, Y/N. What happened to your parents?”

“Mom died a little after Y/N was born, she had lung cancer. Y/N almost didn’t make it. Dad used all of his life savings to keep Mom and Y/N alive, that he had us sent to our godparents.”

“I’m sorry, is that why you joined?”

“I knew your protection would keep her safe, but after what Johnny did to you guys, I remembered my own moral.”

“I told her the same thing as I’ll tell you, Taeil. I will protect her.” Donghyuck wipes a tear and takes a deep breath as he turns to Taeil. “I’m so sorry for my lies. But ever since I saw Y/N, I knew I should be a better person. What she said to me, how it affected you. But I continued it. I truly am sorry, and I don’t expect you to forgive me.”

“I know, and. . .thanks. But right now I care about slowing the car down,” Taeil looks at the huge building. “Boss,” Jungwoo whispers, pointing to his other coworkers on the roof, who stand menacingly. Johnny, Yuta and Doyoung there, lined up on the roof, armed with huge guns. Taeil holds the ring close in confidence as he waves at Johnny, smiling.

You were going to be saved and this whole stupid mafia drama would be over.

Johnny eyes Donghyuck, and taps the side of his thigh twice. “Now.” Along with the other snipers on the roof of the huge building pulling out guns, Yuta and Doyoung aim at the van.

Donghyuck immediately goes backwards, turning around. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck—,” he cursed aloud before Taeyong throws a Molotov cocktail.

Winwin points, “Boss we need to get out now!” Jaehyun unlocks the doors and he pushes everyone out before lasting jumping out. The gas they drove over leads to the tires and the car to explode. Winwin leads the others to hide behind some trash dumpsters.

They’re trapped.

The sniper guns from the building start to Johnny and the others aim and start shooting at Donghyuck, as he gets out his gun groaning. “We’re fucked!”

“What is Johnny doing?” Jungwoo tries to look over, before ducking down.

Johnny groans, roaring at his snipers, “AIM FOR FUCK’S SAKE!”

At that exact same moment, you free yourself from the ropes and grab the chair, using it as a shield from Jaemin.

“You sneaky bitch,” he growls.

[lilacmoon83]

Sweeter Than Fiction

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Chapter 1: Heartless

Mary Margaret Blanchard had a fairly good life. She was the daughter of a wealthy businessman, who traveled a lot. She loved her father and knew he loved her, but she knew there were things he did that she wouldn't ever agree with.

After her mother had died, Leopold Blanchard married an old flame, Cora Mills. That had been instant trouble. She had a loving relationship with her step-sister Regina, but Cora had hated her from the moment she laid her cold eyes on the girl.

In their town, Mary Margaret's mother Eva had been beloved and that had always translated to her beautiful daughter, who some even like to refer to as the fairest in all of Storybrooke. Mary Margaret had always tried to follow her mother's example. She tried to be humble and do good for others. Be good and good things would come to you. It was the mantra her mother had always taught her.

She was crushed when her mother died when she was only ten and even more heartbroken when her father moved on less than a year later with a marriage to Cora Mills. The woman was pure evil and though Mary Margaret had no idea why, she had a particular hatred for Eva. Naturally, that translated to Mary Margaret and she tried expressly to avoid her step-mother at all costs.

The years passed and Mary Margaret graduated High School. Her father had pressed her to join the family business, but she refused and enrolled in Storybrooke University to get her teaching degree, much to his and Cora's dismay. They were already plenty ticked at her step-sister's blatant rebellion in buying a bar of all things. They considered it disgraceful, which only delighted Regina all the more. She had purchased the Rabbit Hole and renamed it the Poisoned Apple. Mary Margaret hung out there quite a bit, mostly because neither Leopold nor Cora would ever step foot inside.

Even though she spent as little time at home as possible, she knew things were not good in her father's marriage. Mary Margaret vowed long ago that she'd never marry one for anything less than true love for this very reason. There wasn't any love between them and likely never had been. That's probably why she should have seen trouble coming, given her step-mother's known penchant for evil, but even she had underestimated Cora's hatred of her.

Upon her father's death, his fortune would have gone to her, not that Mary Margaret ever cared for money, especially dirty money. But this would naturally be nullified if her father's death was not natural. In the event of murder at Mary Margaret's hand, then the money would default to Cora.

So when Mary Margaret awoke in the dead of night at three a.m. and found her nightgown covered in blood, a knife in her hand, and the body of her father on her bedroom floor, her blood curdling scream had filled the entire mansion.

"I didn't do this…" she pleaded to her step-mother and Johanna, as they rushed in. Her face was stained with tears and she was shaking, trying to keep the bile down at the site of the gruesome scene on her bedroom floor.

"You're holding the murder weapon, you little retch!" Cora growled, putting on a mask of horror and grief.

"You know I could never do this!" Mary Margaret pleaded, but Cora glared murderously at her.

"Johanna...call the Sheriff…" she ordered. Her eyes widened and she realized exactly what was about to happen.

"Yes ma'am…" Johanna said, as she watched her employer exit the room, which was a mistake that was about to save Mary Margaret's life.

Johanna rushed her to get dressed and packed a few meager things in a bag, before damn near pushing the poor girl out her open window.

"Run my dear...you must run and never stop…" Johanna urged.

"But...she'll fire you…" Mary Margaret warned. Johanna smiled.

"I stay here for you, my dear girl. And I'll be damned if I let that witch frame you for murder and take you from me like your mother was taken. Please...go sweet girl," Johanna pleaded. Mary Margaret sniffed.

"I love you…" she sobbed.

"I love you too...run!" she urged, as she did and never looked back. Once she saw her disappear into the woods, Johanna reluctantly dialed the Sheriff's station so as not to implicate herself. She would offer testimony that Mary Margaret was not capable of this savagery, but she knew Cora would spin a different tale that would ensure she was awarded Leopold's estate, while Mary Margaret would spend her life on the run. Little could either of them know, Mary Margaret's heartless step-mother's actions would lead her to a true love unlike any other...

~*~

Ruth hummed to herself, as she collected eggs from the chickens and moved about the barn, tending to her morning chores. She had sent David to the market in town for a few things and he had gone without complaint. He was such a good boy...well more like a good man now.

Raising him without her husband Robert hadn't always been easy. The farm was a lot of work for a woman trying to raise a little boy, but somehow she had managed and David had grown to be a fine young man, handsome too. More than a few of the nearby farm girls had noticed.

But David wasn't interested in marrying for anything less than true love. Ruth didn't blame him, but she wasn't sure if such a thing existed. When she had first married Robert, she believed it did, but then he drank himself into an early grave and Ruth was left with the cold reality that love hadn't been enough for them.

She sighed and sat down on a wooden stool to milk the cows when she saw a pair of eyes in the hay. She jumped up and the girl startled, scrambling to get away.

"Wait...I'm not going to hurt you, dear!" she called. The pixie haired girl stopped and turned back and Ruth was taken aback by the raven haired beauty. She knew this girl. The whole town did.

"You're Mary Margaret Blanchard," she said.

"Please...please don't call the police. I...I didn't kill my father, I swear!" she pleaded, as her eyes pooled with tears.

"Shh...come sit, child. No one is calling the police," Ruth assured.

"It was my step-mother. I can't prove it...but she framed me for the murder. I loved my father," the girl cried, as Ruth hugged her.

"Of course you did," Ruth soothed.

"Cora is evil…she's taken everything from me. I'm sorry I slept in your barn, it was just so cold last night," Mary Margaret apologized.

"There's no need for apologies, but I can't have you sleeping in the barn. That's not a suitable place at all," Ruth said. Mary Margaret's heart sunk.

"I know...I'll be moving on," she promised.

"Oh no child...I meant you should be sleeping some place like my spare room in the house," Ruth corrected.

"You'll...let me stay?" she asked in disbelief.

"I could use some help around here," she replied. Mary Margaret smiled.

"Anything…" she agreed, but then jumped at the sound of a man's voice.

"Mother...I'm back!" David called. Ruth put her hand on Mary Margaret's.

"You have nothing to fear...it's just my son, David," she replied, as he came in carrying a couple bags.

"Sorry it took so long…" the words died on his lips, as he saw they had company. Ruth noticed the captivation between both of them instantly.

"Son...this is Mary Margaret. She'll be staying with us," Ruth announced.

"Okay…" he said in a daze, as his mother took the bags from him. Ruth smiled knowingly.

"Mary...perhaps you can help David tend to the flock," she suggested.

"Sure…" she answered automatically, as she followed the young man out into the field.

She spent the day shadowing him, as he worked with the animals and it was evident what a gift he had with them.

"So it's just you and your Mom?" Mary asked curiously. He nodded.

"My Dad died when I was six," he replied.

"I'm sorry…" she said, biting her bottom lip.

"I'm sorry for your loss too," he replied.

"So you know who I am," she stated. He smiled.

"Storybrooke isn't that big…" he mentioned.

"I didn't kill him...my father," she blurted out.

"I know," he replied. She looked surprised and he smiled.

"Not everyone is so quick to buy the garbage headlines that sell newspapers," he said.

"You believe me?" she asked. He nodded.

"You don't even know me," she said, looking down.

"I know enough. My mother was kind to you. She wouldn't help some killer. Besides...your stepmom seems like a total bitch," he added and she laughed.

"You have no idea,," she agreed, as she stood up, a little too fast and lost her footing on the uneven ground. He caught her in his arms before she could fall and time seemed to stop, as they stared at each other. Before either of them knew what was happening, he was pressing his lips to hers. When their lips parted, they still could not take their eyes off each other. It was the beginning of something wonderful and after her father's murder, Mary Margaret had thought it was a terrible ending for her life. But this...this was the beginning of something new and maybe this beginning could end with a happily ever after...

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01x15 (part 3)

Season One Episode Fifteen: The Benders

A/N: heeeeellooooo, :) please leave any and all feedback, it is much appreciated and let me know if you’d like to be tagged! it feels weird that season one is almost over :( 

SYNOPSIS: you get bitched by a girl and kathleen does you another favor

WORD COUNT: 2456

You wake up unable to move. Your hands are bound together by a rope, ripping tiny cuts into your skin as you try to free yourself. Your head is pounding and you can’t stretch out your feet but you smell Dean. His familiar scent is next to you and that seems to make you feel at least a little bit okay. 

You lift your head and groan out in pain. The little girl and three men stand before you. Just like the girl, the men look trashed. Distressed clothing, unkempt hair, and dirty face. They’re big. Like they wrestled in high school or something but something tells you they didn’t go to a real school. 

Dean’s breathing heavily beside you as he wakes up but you stare at the guy sitting in front. He must be the dad. The one that was cooking in the kitchen. He’s got white facial hair, a red hat sitting on top of his head and greasy clothes. One of the guys that jumped you earlier puts his hands on the dad’s shoulders and whispers. “Come on, let's hunt him!”

“Yeah, these two are fighters. Sure would be fun to hunt,” the other guy says. Hunt. The word brings you back to the photos you found earlier and you shiver. The older man laughs, actually, it sounds more like a wheeze than anything. 

“You guys gotta be kidding me. That’s what this is about? You yahoos hunt people?” Dean asks. You look over at him. He’s bleeding and you’re sure you are, too. And he’s dirty. But still, a sight to see. 

None of the men answer him. Instead, the dad leans forward on his knees and gives Dean a toothless grin. “You  ever killed before?” He asks. He was in charge, clearly. The ringleader of this mess, the brains behind the operation except none of them had any brains. 

“Yeah,” you tell him, unafraid. Maybe it’s not the best approach, seeing as you’re completely surrounded but you don’t care. “I’ll kill you too.” You spit on the floor the blood that was collecting in your mouth. 

The dad doesn’t care what your answer is, he just keeps talking anyhow. “I’ve hunted all my life. Just like my father, his before him. I’ve hunted deer and bear. I even got a cougar once. Huh, boys?” He looks over at his sons and grins. “But the best hunt is human.” You grimace as he gets closer to you and Dean. His breath becomes hot on your face and you crinkle your nose. “Oh, there’s nothing like it. Holding their life in your hands. Seeing the fear in their eyes just before they go dark. Makes you feel powerful alive.”

Dean keeps eye contact with him. He’s got a crazy look in his eyes, like just the idea of murder was getting him off. You look around at the others. The girl was the scariest looking of them all. A young girl with so much potential and an evil look in her eyes. 

“You’re a sick puppy,” Dean spits at the guy. His entire demeanor changes now. He went from chuckling at memories of killing to tense and stern. 

“Give him a weapon,” he says. “We give him a fighting chance. It’s kind of like….our tradition.” Your upper lip curls as he stands from his chair and walks to the side of you. His hand touches your shoulder and you pull it away as best as you can. “Passed down from father to son. Of course, only one or two a year. Never enough to bring the law down. We never been that sloppy.”

The entire family looks sick and demented and you think of your own father. He liked to hunt, too. Animals. He’d go for a weekend or two a year with his buddies and he always wished that you’d come with him one day. Or that he’d have a son. 

Then you think of your mom. Hunting demons just like John Winchester. What got you into this whole mess to begin with. 

“Don’t sell yourself short. You’re plenty sloppy,” Dean says. The dad bends his knees and puts his hands on them, getting in his face. 

“So what, you two with that pretty cop?” He asks. He looks over at you and you can see the cavities in his teeth as he talks. Neither of you answers but you turn your head away because his breath smells like death. “Are you a cop?” He asks. 

Dean laughs. “If I tell you, you promise not to make me into an ashtray?” He jokes, earning a punch in the face by face by his son. They were all wearing flannels, but his was a deep red. The grey shirt under it had grease stains all over and his face was cleanly shaved. You start kicking at your chair, cursing at him through your teeth. 

“Don’t fucking touch him!” You tell, getting your own kick to the shin with his steel toe boots. 

“Only reason I don’t let my boys take you right here is that there’s something I need to know,” the dad says. 

“Yeah, how about it’s not nice to marry your sister?” Dean snaps. You laugh out loud which wasn’t probably the best idea considering now that he was behind you, he was heating up a metal rod. 

“Tell me, any of the cops gonna come looking for you?” He asks. 

“Oh, eat me,” you mumble, rolling your neck around and hearing the joints crack. 

“Hey, they actually might,” Dean tells you, leaning into your side as much as he can. You laugh under your breath as the two men step closer to you and you feel the heat from the fireplace behind you being open. 

They pick on Dean instead of you. Grabbing his face as the dad holds the torch to his face. “You think this is funny?” He asks, glaring at you as a warning. “You brought this down on my family.” You look over and Dean’s face is shaking, his entire body is quivering but he doesn’t answer. “You wanna play games? We’ll play some games.” He looks up at his son, the one holding Dean’s head straight. The one with the greasy shirt. At any moment he could snap his neck and that thought isn’t lost on you. “Looks like we’re gonna have a hunt tonight after all, boys. And you,” he points the rod in Dean’s face, “get to pick the animal. The boy or the cop.”

“Wait, wait, wait. Nobody’s coming for us, alright? It’s just us.” Blood is running down his nose and he can barely move his mouth. 

“If you don’t choose, I will,” the man threatens. He puts the end of the rod to Dean’s chest, the fire sizzling against his skin. Dean groans out in pain, you cringe, desperate to cover your ears and the smell of burning flesh fills the room. 

“You son of a bitch,” Dean groans, pushing against the hands that restrain him but there is no use. The dad holds the rod up to Dean’s face. You can practically see it singeing off his lashes. 

“Next time I’ll take an eye,” he says calmly. 

“The guy, the guy. Take the boy,” you blurt. All the men look over at you. He drops the rod from Dean’s face and the man that was holding him back let’s go. All eyes are on you and you nod. “Take the boy.” 

The dad takes a chain off from around his neck, a shiny key on the end of it and you huff. He hands it to one of his sons and they all disperse like cockroaches. Before the dad lets go of the key, he says, “Don’t let him out. You shoot him in the cage.”

“What?” You snap. “I thought you were gonna hunt him. Give him a chance.”

The man looks at you and chuckles. You feel your heart sink into your chest. The only reason you gave up Sam is because he could have won. He would have won. “Lee, when you’re done with the boy, shoot the bitch, too,” he says. It was the first time he’d addressed any of his kids by name. You’re surprised they even have names, really. 

You start to kick your legs and you can’t help the now steady stream of tears that are running down your face. “No, no. Don’t kill him!” You cry. You pull at your restraints and soon, you’re erratic. You can’t stop crying, begging them to spare him. You’re shushed by the intense pain of burning metal on your skin, making you cry in a different way. 

“I’ll fucking kill you! I’ll kill you all!” Dean sneers at the man and he chuckles, tossing the rod to the side. “You hear me? I will kill you!”

The man ignores him and starts calling out for Lee through the door but there’s no answer. He calls again but again, nothing. “Judd,” he addresses his other boy. “You come with me and Missy,” he turns to the little girl. “You watch them.” 

She nods her head and pulls out her knife again, looking at you and Dean with a crooked smile. Her neck looks permanently broken like someone snapped it a long time ago and she’s grown into it. That or her posture was noticeably bad. 

She puts the knife to your eyebrow. The tip of the blade grazes your skin gently. You hiss when it nicks your skin and you feel the warm blood drip down your face. “Get away from her,” Dean grumbles. The girl laughs and quickly rips the blade away from your face and points it to Dean’s chest. “You’re feisty for a little girl,” he comments. 

“Product of being raised by animals, I suppose,” you say. She kicks you with her bare feet and you don’t feel it. “Go on,” you taunt her. “Stab me. Kill me.” 

“Y/N,” Dean whispers, panic rising in his face. Missy pulls her blade away and spins it around in her fingers, missing her skin every time. 

“No. If they’re gonna kill Sam they may as well kill me too, so do it!” You yell. Your head is spinning and you’re unsure of what hurts worse. The concussion you probably have or the burn on your thigh. Missy points her blade down, slowly until the tip of it hits the now sensitive skin of your thigh. 

“Don’t touch her,” Dean warns. You keep your eye contact with Missy but you hear Dean shaking his chair. “Don’t you do that.” 

“She won’t,” you snap, tilting your head to the side just a little bit. She puts a little more pressure on your leg but you resist the urge to wince. “She’s too scared.” 

She grits her teeth as she attempts to put even more pressure against you, no doubt leaving a puncture wound, a gunshot goes off and her head spins around to the door. Your heart feels like it stops when Sam bursts through the door, a gun pointed at her. “Put the knife down,” he tells her. She doesn’t, but it’s no longer against your leg so instead of paying attention, you try to collect yourself. 

Whatever happens next is a blur of Sam fighting the girl for her knife, her kicking and screaming as grabs her and locks her in a closet and then your restraints being untied. The moment they are, you throw your hands around his neck and Sam catches you, hugging you back twice as hard. It only lasts a second until Dean speaks up. “We need to go find Kathleen.”

You pull away from Sam and he helps you out of the house. You’re a limping mess but with him being at least five inches taller than you, he’s a great crutch to lean on. 

Kathleen meets you outside, between the barn and the house. Blood all over her white shirt and face but she immediately asks about the girl. “Locked in the closer. What about the dad?” Dean asks. 

She takes a sharp intake of breath and swallows hard. “Shot. Trying to escape,” she says but you know she’s lying. “Are you okay?” She asks you, trying to change the subject. You nod and Kathleen gives you a soft smile. 

“They kept the cars over there,” Dean says, nodding toward a collection of stolen cars. Right in front is the cruiser. Sam sits you down on the steps as Kathleen rummages through her car looking for her radio. 

“Are you okay?” Sam asks, pushing your hair out of your face to look at the cut on your eyebrow. “Dean is barely touched, what happened to you?” 

“I’m fine,” you tell him, avoiding the truth. The radio goes off a few feet away, taking your attention although you still feel Sam’s eyes on you. “Let’s go, okay?” You ask and he nods, helping you up. 

Dean watches your step carefully as the three of you walk down the path of the house. The Impala is still at the police station and you know you’re going to have to walk there because those dickheads rendered the cruiser useless. Kathleen stops you before you get too far. “The state police and the FBI are gonna be here within the hour. They’re gonna want to talk to you. I suggest that you’re all long gone by then,” she says. 

“Thanks,” Dean sighs. “I don’t mean to press our luck but we’re kind of in the middle of nowhere. And she’s practically crippled. Think we could catch a ride?” 

“Duck if you see a squad car,” Kathleen says. Sam’s grip on your side tightens as he keeps you steady. 

“Sounds good, thank you,” Sam says. He’s just grateful she’s letting you all off the hook and he helps you limp away. You don’t stay to eavesdrop on Dean and Kathleen’s conversation. “Are you going to be able to walk all that way?” Sam asks. 

“If not, I got two strong men to carry me, huh?” Sam chuckles and Dean jogs his way back up to you, which wasn’t very far because again: crippled. 

“I can’t believe you got kidnapped,” he scolds his younger brother now that you’re alone. “How stupid. You do that again, and I’m not looking for you.”

“Sure you will,” Sam says sarcastically. There’s a beat of silence, just your shoes against the gravel road. “You got sidelined by a 13-year-old girl, huh? Rusty much?” He teases Dean back. 

“Oh, shut up,” Dean groans. 

“She was clearly psychotic. We never stood a chance,” you snap back, defending Dean and yourself. ���Can we go back to hunting ghosts now?”

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Down and Under

AN: This is the third fic in my saf fake interrogation series. You don’t have to have read the other two in order to get this fic, but it might help you understand some references. Here’s Mission Gone Right and Round and Round if you want to read them! Hope you enjoy!

WARNINGS: Mentions of animal trafficking, torture techniques, British jokes

Ever since Owen had pulled the little spinning wheel knife stunt, Curt had been itching for revenge. Owen still rubbed it in his face when they saw each other, and his hair had only just grown out to normal. He had ended up having to get a buzzcut to even out where Owen had chopped off a fist full of his hair like a damn trophy. He was tempted to do the same to him, but Owen was even more obsessed with his hair than he was. He might literally mount his head on his wall if he did that, so he'd have to get his kicks another way.

He was ecstatic when he found out he and Owen would be busting an underground drug and exotic animal smuggling ring and saw his chance to enact his revenge. Cynthia had told him he probably wouldn't see Owen since he was handling the drugs and Curt himself was in charge of finding the animal cages and taking down anyone who got in his way. He always had a way with animals, and it had come in handy on more than one occasion. But he figured once he located the animals, it wouldn't hurt if he also tracked down Owen to, help him with his task. 

Curt pressed himself against the side of the building, creeping closer to the door to knock out the guards. According to the mission briefing, Owen was supposed to already be inside the hanger where they were loading planes with cocaine and opioids. Curt had a sneaking suspicion they were either keeping the animals in either the warehouse or barn, or maybe even both depending on how many they had.

Curt snuck up on the two men and hit a pressure point on one guard's neck, sending him to the ground in instant slumber. The other one aimed his rifle at Curt, and he swiftly yanked it from his grasp and slammed the butt of the gun on his forehead, knocking him unconscious. He tied them up before dragging them to his truck and chucking them in the back. The agency would take them into custody and deal with them from there.

Inside the warehouse was dark and empty. Too empty... Something must've happened to draw their attention away from their posts because there's no reason a building this big would be so empty. He walked down a flight of stairs and found rows of cages and crates containing wild animals, the calls and snorts echoing through the metal building. He had his gun at the ready just in case he were to encounter someone else.

He passed by a cage he thought was empty, but erupted with manic laughter that scared the shit out of him. He pointed his gun, fully expecting to see a mad man ready to fight but was instead met with a hyena cackling in the corner. He walked throughout the building tallying all the animals and keeping track of what was where. He made his way towards the barn, and got a sick feeling when there weren't any guards their either. But it was in the middle of the night and it was a small operation, so he hoped they just didn't have many people on site.

He snuck in through a back door and just like the warehouse, the air was alive with the sounds of animals in distress. They paced their small cells, some just giving up completely and laying down. He was about to leave and call Cynthia on his watch and tell her where the animals were. She'd send in the animal control team to rescue and relocate them so they wouldn't have to live this shitty life anymore.

He was walking down the middle isle when a small lump caught his eye. At first he didn't pay it any mind but then it started moving and he gasped. A little joey started making its way towards him, and he looked over his shoulder to check no one was there before he knelt down and picked it up. It was small, definitely too small to be without its mom. And he knew enough about kangaroos to know that a baby this young shouldn't be out of a pouch. It tried to burrow closer to his body, and he felt his heart melt. He picked up a tote bag and let him crawl inside, slinging the strap over his shoulder and supporting the joey's weight with his arm. He still felt like something wasn't right and made his way to the hanger and snuck in.

It wasn't pretty. It looked like a massacre, blood and bodies strewn across the floor. Curt counted about 26. Looks like things got a little messy for Owen. Oh well, he'd rather he not be the one to get chewed out by his boss, but that still didn't tell him where Owen was. He heard a noise in the next room and ducked behind a small plane. A man walked out and grabbed a few things: rope, pliers, a whip, Curt knew what that meant. And he could bet he knew the British agent he planned to use it on.

He crept along silently and peaked inside the room he had just left and lo and behold, there was Owen, tied to a chair and unconscious. He drew his gun  and hid behind the door, waiting for him to come back in, and when he did, he pulled the trigger. The bullet hit the back of his head and he fell to the ground. He drug the body out of the room before glancing back at his unconscious friend and smirked to himself. Since that part was already done, he might as well get his revenge and have a good time.

He stripped one of the bodies and used their clothes as a disguise so that Owen wouldn't recognize him straight away. He pulled the red bandana over his nose to conceal his face and pulled his Akubra lower, casting his face in shadow. He gently placed the bag with the joey in the corner for him to keep an eye on. He checked his watch, and he had all the time in the world if he wanted. Cynthia told him to take however long he needed to find the animals and help Owen with his part of the mission if he finished early. He considered this helping.

He grabbed the short whip off the ground and stood back, raising his hand in the air and bringing it down fast with a loud crack. Owen jerked awake with a gasp and struggled in his bonds before narrowing his eyes at Curt.

He opened his mouth and spoke with a thick Australian accent. "'Ello sleepy head. Nice to see you're awake." When he got no response, he took a step forward. "Looks like you had a lotta fun with my men out there. Now if ya don't mind, I'd like to have me own fun."

"Be my guest, I was getting quite bored," Owen drawled, an amused and cocky smirk plastered on his face. God he wanted to smack it off. Then he remembered: he could. He delivered a nasty backhand to his right cheek, and Owen chuckled.

"You hit like a bitch."

"Why do you think I have so many tools mate?" Now it was Curt who was smirking seeing the fleeting look of fear pass over his friend's face. He grabbed the large bowie knife from his belt and yanked Owen forward by the collar of his shirt. He reeled his head back, a rough gurgling sound coming from the back of his throat before leaning up again and launched a loogie in Curt's face. Thankfully it landed on the bandana, and he laughed.

"Shouldn't a done that." He took the knife and slowly sliced open Owen's kaki shirt, watching each button as it popped off. He applied just enough pressure to break the skin, leaving a pencil thin line of blood on his chest, but not hard enough to do any real damage. He stepped back to admire his bare chest, slowly rising and falling with steady, even breaths.

"Now tell me, what all do you know about us?"

"Well obviously I know where your base is," he quipped. Curt rolled his eyes and grabbed the large bucket of ice water. He splashed him with it and relished how Owen sputtered and shivered. Revenge was a dish best served cold after all. "I also know I killed a good bit of your men-"

"Enough!" He threw more of the freezing water in his face. Owen shook his head like a dog trying to dry himself off since he couldn't wipe his face. "I don't like your cocky tone, so I'm gonna set you straight."

"Pft, that won't work-" Okay Curt had to hand it to him, that one was pretty good. The fact that he winked at him didn't help either, and now Curt wondered if he had him figured out. Regardless, he still had more tricks up his sleeve. After all, most of the fun in their little game came from playing along with the other's antics.

"What do you know about the drug smugglin' operation?" He made a show of cracking the whip again. Owen smirked and met his eyes, "Everything. And I'll have you know I've already alerted my men, and they're already on their way. You'll be surrounded within the hour," he bluffed.

"Well then, I better get busy shouldn't I?" Curt took a step back, putting enough distance between himself and Owen so that the whip would sting but wouldn't cut deep into his skin. He barely even flinched each time it bit into his skin. Curt admired his bare chest, seeing the small red whelps start to rise.

A small rustling sound made him look in the corner and he saw the little joey crawl out of the sack. Owen looked over and gasped.

"Where the bloody hell did that thing come from?" he asked incredulously.

"That's none a your bloody business!" he hissed, gingerly picking him up. He got a devilish idea and tugged the bandana down so that Owen could see his evil grin. "Y'know, this fella's gonna grow up nice an' strong. A full grown kangaroo can disembowel a predator in a fight, but they're more well known for their kicks." Curt shifted his hold from a cradling position in favor of holding his sides underneath the armpits. Even though he was a baby, he was still pretty heavy and Curt's arms were getting tired. He was much easier to hold in the sack.

Apparently he wasn't a fan of the new technique and started squirming: perfect. Owen's legs were tied to each of the front legs of the chair, leaving him wide open. Curt brought the kangaroo closer and just as he planned, it kicked his square in the balls. Owen let out a loud groan and doubled forward as best as he could. The joey delivered another swift kick before Curt pulled away and took him back to the bag.

"In ya go lil guy, good work," he praised. He turned back to Owen, who was still recovering. He was having a great time, but knew he should start to wrap it up. He glanced at the coiled rope by his foot then back at Owen. Well, let's just say it wouldn't be the first time he choked him.

"Last chance mate. You wanna tell me what you know?" he said, crouching in front of him. Owen slammed their skulls together, and Curt brought his hand up to rub his forehead. He was even more excited to do this after that.

He unwound the rope and stood behind him. "Better take a deep breath mate. You're gonna need it." Before Owen could undeniably make some smart ass remark, Curt wrapped it around his throat and pulled back. He used the perfect amount of pressure that he knew Owen liked. He held for a few more seconds before letting the rope go slack. Owen gasped, and Curt leaned over his shoulder and whispered.

"Enjoying yourself Carvour?"

His face was flushed from lack of breath and embarrassment.

"How'd you know I like being choked?"

"You of all people should know personal history has its benefits," he said with a flourish, taking off his hat and shoving it on Owen's, rubbing it harshly to thoroughly mess up his hair. Based on his expression, he knew he would bat his hand away if he wasn't tied to the chair.

"Curt Mega you sly dog, I'd know that ass anywhere," he teased. Curt scoffed, "Really? My ass is what gave it away?"

"Well you hid your face so well I that I could barely tell it was you, barely."

Curt rolled his eyes, "Yeah I'm not like you," he said, beginning to untie him. Owen furrowed his brows, "What's that supposed to mean?"

Curt smirked, "That jaw's a dead give away," he gently grabbed his chin. Owen jerked his head away.

"You ass, you know I'm sensitive about that."

Curt finished untying him and cupped his face, "I meant it as a compliment. It makes you unique." Owen tried to bite his hand and he yanked it away.

"You sure enjoyed doing a number to me," he mused, brushing himself off and lightly slapping Curt's arm. "Loved the accent though, very sexy."

Curt shrugged, "Well Australian is just a sexier version of British." Owen pulled him a bit closer and growled, "I'll make you take that back."

"I'll look forward to it. But first we should probably get out of here." Owen sighed, "You're right. I will say, the kangaroo was a surprise. Where'd you find him?"

"He was out of his cage and needed a pouch, so I put him in that bag and brought him with me," he explained, walking over and picking him back up. He gently bounced him in his arms. He's a kangaroo, it should be comforting, right? Owen smiled at him.

"You really are just a big softie aren't you?" he teased. Curt narrowed his eyes, "Careful, or I just might let him kick you in the balls again." Now it was his turn to smirk as the smile fell from Owen's face. Curt called Cynthia as they made their way outside.

"Mega, it's about damn time I heard from you."

"You're the one who said to take my time," he justified. Cynthia frowned.

"Yes, but if I'd known you'd be so fucking slow I would've told you to get your ass in gear! Now where are they keeping the animals?"

"In both the barn and the warehouse, looks like there's just over a hundred."

"Alright, I'll send the animal control unit in and you can head back to base."

Owen shoved his head next to Curt's so that his face could be seen by the watch's camera, "Why don't you show her your cute little pet?" Curt made a motion to tell him to shut up, but Cynthia cut him off.

"What the fuck is he talking about Mega?"

"First of all, it's not that bad and I was going to tell you as soon as I saw you, but I found a little joey without its mom, so I let it climb in this sack," he explained. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath through her nose before taking a long drag from her cigarette.

"Let me see it." Curt furrowed his brow in confusion, "What?"

"Baby kangaroos are cute as fuck, let me see it!" she ordered. Curt scrambled to fold down the opening of the bag, showing her the sleeping joey. She placed a hand over her heart and a warm smile was plastered on her face. "God that's cute. But we'll put it in an animal rehab center where someone actually qualified can care for it."

Curt nodded, "That's for the best. And just a warning, things got a bit messy on Owen's end, and I wanted to make sure you knew I had no part in it." Owen smacked him on the back of the head, and he snickered. "You should've seen it; it looked like the Boston Massacre!"

"Is that a Brit joke?" Owen asked in shock the same time as Cynthia threw her head back in laughter.

"That's a good one Curt, remind me to tell Susan, he'll get a kick out of it!" She took another puff from her cigarette, "Yeah they sure do love staining everything as red as their coats," she joked at his expense, and Curt laughed along with her. "Hey Owen," she said, gaining his attention.

"Yes dear?" he asked, slight annoyance in his voice. "What's a British person's favorite restaurant?" She didn't give him a chance to answer before she spoke again. "Red Lobster. Get it?" Owen nodded, staring at the ground. Damnit, that was a pretty good one. "There should be a team arriving in a half hour, after that you can leave." Curt nodded and turned off his watch.

"She's always more pleasant over the comms." When over didn't answer he looked over at him and was met with a hard glare.

"Oh c'mon you know we're only joking! We love you posh bastards! We're American, we can't help making British jokes," he defended.

"Oh shut up and shove a cheeseburger down your gob." Curt chuckled and slung an arm over his shoulder. He felt accomplished, and he knew he couldn't wait to see what Owen had up his sleeve next.

[theyearoftheking]

Book Six: The Dead Zone

“We all do what we can, and it has to be good enough... and if it isn’t good enough, it has to be. Nothing is ever lost. Nothing that can’t be found.”

When I announced my next book was The Dead Zone, my brother-in-law admitted to never reading it, or seeing the movie, because it felt dated. He’s not wrong. The 1983 movie felt dated when I’d watch it in the 1990′s. But that didn’t stop me from imagining Christopher Walken during the entire book. So, here’s some cowbell for your Tuesday! Sorry, I’m home with a sick kid, doing training for my job, I need to find joy where I can. 

But The Dead Zone is still eerily important. I need to stop reading Steve’s books... it’s too much... first I picked up The Stand during the Coronavirus outbreak, and now I’m reading about shitty politicians during a particularly shitty election season. 

Who hasn’t asked themselves the question... “If you could go back in time and kill Hitler- would you do it?”

Being a disciple of Ray Bradbury, I’d have to answer probably not. I read The Sound of Thunder during my formative years, and it hit hard. I’m also a disciple of Steve, and 11/22/63 taught me what a world where Kennedy hadn’t been assassinated looks like. And that fictional world is bleak, my friends. 

Let’s get into it, shall we?

When Johnny Smith was a little boy, he was ice skating, and had a nasty fall. This fall gave him mild psychic abilities. A teeny bit of The Shine, if you will. Fast forward to grown-up John, he’s a teacher and living in the quaint town of Cleaves Mills. To keep the quaint theme going, he’s about to take Sarah, a fellow teacher, to the county fair on a date. Presh, I know.

Now... this is when the book just becomes one big homage to Ray Bradbury. The county fair is straight out of Something Wicked This Way Comes; which Steve actually references at one point. The manic laughter, the spinning rides,, the smell of carnival food, and the feeling of something evil lurking just under the surface is all there. It’s a masterful tribute. 

On their way out of the fair, John stops and decides to try his luck at a Wheel of Fortune carny game. You know... the type of game you never actually win at. But his Shine comes into play, and he ends up walking away from the game $500 richer (three weeks salary according to Sarah!). But Sarah suddenly feels sick. She blames it on a bad carny hot dog, but I’m pretty sure The Shine is wafting off John like a noxious fume, and she inhaled too much of it. John gets Sarah safely home, and takes a taxi back to his apartment. Well, tries to take a taxi back... the taxi ends up crushed by some hoods out drag racing, and John ends up in a coma for four and a half years. 

Yes. 

Four and a half years. 

I’m not smart enough to do the math and adjust for inflation; but can you imagine what hospital bills for four and a half years worth of treatment must look like? I mean, I’d almost rather they pull the plug on me. It would be less painful than waking up and finding I’m going to be broke for the rest of my life. 

John’s parents Herb and Vera are thrilled he’s awake. Vera is cut from the same kind of crazy culty-religious cloth as Margaret White (Carrie’s mom); and believes there’s a holy reason why John is still alive. John needs to have some painful surgeries to have his leg muscles stretched (because, atrophy is a bitch after four and a half years in a hospital bed); and then some spooky shit starts happening. John has discovered he can touch someone’s hand, and learn all kinds of interesting things about them. For example, he touches the hand of Dr. Weizak, and informs him that his mother didn’t actually die in a concentration camp, she’s alive and well in California. Then, he freaks a physical therapist out by telling her she needs to call the fire department, her apartment is on fire. The news media gets wind of John’s new powers, and they start relentlessly hounding him. 

While still in the hospital, he gets a call from Herb, letting him know Vera has had a stroke, and is in Cumberland General Hospital (you know, just above Jerusalem’s Lot). So, Dr. Weizak rushes him to the hospital, and Vera tells him a voice will tell him what to do, and she believes in his higher purpose. Then she dies. 

Oh, Vera. She’s had a fun life. At one point, she was a member of The American Society for Last Times. “They were led by Mr. and Mrs. Harry L Stonkers from Racine, Wisconsin. Mr. and Mrs. Stonkers claimed to have been picked up by a flying saucer while they were on a camping trip. They had been taken away to heaven, which was not out in the constellation Orion, but on an earth-type planet that circled Arcturus. There they had communed with the society of angels and had seen Paradise. The Stonkers had been informed that the Last Times were at hand...”

I laughed so hard, because of course the crazy cult leaders were from Racine. I worked for a company based in Racine for several years, and one of my co-workers was of this same kind of crazy religious bend. He told me “my lifestyle” flew in the face of what God intended. For the record, my lifestyle was being one of those crazy, new-aged career gals, with a stay-at-home husband raising our two year old. It’s easy to understand what’s so offensive about that.

But the worst part was when this co-worker decided to “treat” his teenage daughters to a home-schooled prom. He rented a limo, ordered flowers, made dinner reservations... and was their date. But no dancing of course, because... religion. When I relayed this story back to my husband later on, he asked me which daughter was going to end up getting lucky on prom night with dad. Ick. 

So yes, cult leaders in Racine- 100% believable. 

After Vera’s death, John continues his life, living with his dad, healing from his horrible leg muscle surgery, and he even keeps in touch with Sarah, even an ill-advised hook-up for final closure. People keep sending him letters and trinkets, hoping he can help them find lost objects, or solve mysteries. He’s not having it. He just wants to go back to teaching, and lead a “normal” life. But alas, there is this nagging voice (it belongs to Vera) telling him he was awakened from his coma for a reason. He needs to serve a higher purpose. So, he ends up going to Castle Rock, Maine; and helps the sheriff solve a series of murders. Castle Rock is a fun place, FYI. They have a Flagg street there. 

After his face is splashed across the tabloids for helping solve the murders, his school district doesn’t want him teaching anymore, and his life has little purpose. After a few years of moping around on his dad’s land, he ends up tutoring young, charismatic, Chuck Chatsworth; and uses his Shine to help Chuck get around the dead zone he has with reading and comprehending text. 

A note about “the dead zone”... it’s a term John uses quite a bit to describe the gray area he can’t quite see through/around when he’s holding someone’s hand and telling them something important. 

John gets on super well with Chuck’s dad, Roger. One night they’re watching tv, and Roger can’t stop talking about this political wildcard, Gregory Stillson, who is running for a House seat. “The man is a clown. He goes charging around the speaking platform like that at every rally. Throws his helmet into the crowd- I’d guess he’s gone through a hundred of them by now- and gives out hot dogs. He’s a clown, so what? Maybe people need a little comic relief from time to time. We’re running out of oil, the inflation is slowly but surely getting out of control, the average guy’s tax load has never been heavier... So people want a giggle or two. Even more, they want to thumb their noses at the political establishment that doesn’t seem able to solve anything...” 

John keeps working for the Chatsworth family, and helps get Chuck into Stovington Prep... yes, the same Stovington Prep as in The Shining. At one point, Chuck is talking about his English teacher, “I like him a lot. Our teacher told us he still lives over in N.H. but has given up writing. That blows my mind. Why would someone just give up when they are going great guns?” I’ll let you draw your own conclusions, but I’m 87% sure his teacher was one Jack Torrance. 

In the meantime, Stillson wins his election. And John endears himself further to the Chatsworth family the night of Chuck’s graduation, when he has a vision of a fire at Cathy’s restaurant; where a lot of families planned on going to celebrate. John pleads with people not to go to Cathy’s. Some listen, others don’t, but he does end up saving some lives. And then he becomes a recluse, fixated on Gregory Stillson. 

Stillson is a bad dude. He’s done a lot of shady shit, and he’s had a lot of people killed. He also worked in real estate development for a while. Smirk. 

He knows he needs to take Stillson out before he becomes President, and gets the country pulled into another war. “I have to do something about Stillson. I have to. I was right about Cathy’s, and I’m going to be right about this. There is absolutely no question in my mind. He is going to become president and he is going to start a war- or cause one through simple mismanagement of the office, which amounts to the same thing.” 

 Oh, how quaint... when the biggest fear is the President starting another war... not the President getting us all killed by nuclear weapons. But, this book was set post-Vietnam, so the feeling is honest. 

John goes to a rally, and hides on the upper balcony, hoping to shoot Stillson. He gets a couple shots off, before Stillson grabs a baby to use as a shield (yeah... really...), to prevent John from shooting him again. John ends up shot by Stillson’s goons and he dies, but so does Stillson’s political career, because of a photo showing him using the baby as a body shield. So, his mission was mostly carried out. We also find out John had a brain tumor, which may or may not have caused his abilities. 

So, yeah. That’s The Dead Zone. This was a long review for a really short (by Steve standards) book. But it was fun because there were so many references to his previous five books. And yes, the book was published in 1979, but I feel it still holds up. And it has me wondering how/if Trump supporters would explain away Trump using a baby as a shield. I mean... the man has done far worse than that and has still been elected, so.... 

God damn, I really did not intend for this blog to become political, but here we are! Welcome to the new climate around election season! 

There was one lone Dark Tower reference, “He opened the paperback with the picture of the gunslinger shouldering his way through a set of saloon batwings...” 

Total Wisconsin Mentions: 9

Dark Tower References: 5

Book Grade B+

Rebecca’s Definitive Ranking of Stephen King Books

The Shining

The Stand

The Dead Zone

‘Salem’s Lot

Carrie 

Night Shift 

Next up is Firestarter. Yes, cute little Drew Barrymore. I can’t wait. 

Until next time readers, Long Days and Pleasant Nights!

Rebecca

[dangerous-devil-woman-blog]

The End.

Summary: Two brothers. One fallen angel. A dead Nephilim And more than over a thousand unwanted guests appear and rise back from the dead and some even far beyond that.

Almost fifth-teen years of hard work, loss and so much dedication of saving people and hunting things, the Winchester brothers, with the help of Castiel, are faced with trying to help and survive the outbreak of gods supernatural army in his last chapter to end the story of their life’s.

Welcome to the end.

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Word Count: My goal is around 5,000 for each chapter, some may have more and some may have less.

Note From Hell: Chapters will get posted to my main blog @dangerous-devil-woman and will then get transported…or reblogged to my hells library @dangerous-devil-womans-library 

You will also find some works of others that I enjoy on that page as well.

Any mistakes are mine so I do apologize for that, English can be a hard language most times when your fingers work faster than your brain... lol

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Heres a small little bit of the story under the cut bellow to maybe interest you some more yeah?!

The sirens. I could hear them. They started off slow and in the distance but they gradually got closer and louder. And faster. It was too foggy to even see any lights coming down the road. But That’s when I realized it wasn’t even that kind of emergency.

I could feel the ground start to shake beneath my feet making me lose my balance and I stumbled backwards on my butt as the ground opened up in front of me.

My heart was pounding in my ears frantically. A drumbeat That never ever seemed to slow down or even try to steady its pace, instead it got even louder as I watched black clouds rise from the ground. Panic set in then. I crawled backwards until I heard footsteps running towards me.

“Come on get up! We gotta move now!” My brother shouted and then helped me up to my feet. both of us stumbling as I did while the ground shook even more. “Come on!” He screamed in terror as he pulled me with him.

“Where’s mom and dad?!” I asked as we ran for our life’s down the road. The tears threatened to fall from my eyes but I kept them at bay. I knew that this day would come. But not like this. Not this way.

“They are safe! I tried calling you but the signal was fucking up. Earthquake hit at the office and that’s when I knew I had to get to you. We gotta get down in the sewers. We will be safe there!” My brother shouts over the sirens as we finally reach a manhole to the sewers.

“Help me lift this!” My brother said grunting and trying to lift the cover up. I bend down and help him with all my weight and lift it just enough that he jumps down and makes sure it’s safe. “All clear!” He shouts.

I nod and climb down the latter but on the very last step down I look around me, remembering everything for the next time I see the surface the world will be a different place and most likely fewer people. This was indeed the end.

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Dean’s Pov

The graveyard was full of zombies. This would be totally freaking awesome right now but given the situation I was in. Not so much awesome more or less terrifying.

I’ve seen lots of things in my days as a hunter. Damn well knew how to kill almost every evil son of a bitch out there too and not once did it really scare me. but right here in this very moment, I was utterly and truly terrified. not just for my own life but for my brothers and my best friend. And all the others out there. All those people.

I was hurt. Angry. Confused even. The fact that god has been the true monster this whole time. He was the puppet master and we were part of his sick game for his own pleasure. Who even was I? Was I truly a Winchester or just some kid seeking to help the world but really destroying it? I wanted answers but I wouldn’t get those yet. I might never.

Finally they started charging at us. Probably about a damn dozen of them at once. There was no way out of this. Only fight or die trying and I wasn’t gonna go out screaming like a baby. If I was going out then I was going out swinging.

One after another. Chopping and stabbing my way through with my brother and Cas at my side. The car was the objective. Grab jack, get to the car and lock the damn doors so nobody can get in and then take off to the bunker and go from there. Easier Said than actually done.

“We have to get to the car!” I shouted over the sounds of screams and growls and body’s hitting the ground like flies. “But we have to get jack first! We can’t leave him here.”

“And then what?” Cas asked as he stopped to look at me for a mere second before stabbing another zombie with is angel blade.

“Grab jack. Get to the car and then we will head to the bunker and go from there.” I said trying to keep my cool. Jacks death was killing us all. But the fact that I was the one supposed to kill him in god's little game made me sick to my stomach. He was just kid. I’d never forget what he had done to my mother but I was willing to forgive him.

“Alright. I’ll go grab jack. I just need an opening.” Sam said throwing another zombie off of him. These things were everywhere.

I looked around for a quick second. Scooping out the land and looking for a way that Sam could get through. I then noticed an opening straight to jack and that would give a clear opening for the car too but it would need some tweaking to get the dead away.

I turned to Sam the same time he turned to me “Don’t die.” Me and Sam said at the same time as we looked at each other with a nod.

I slit my arm with the sharp end of the iron rod I’ve been using, just enough so the blood could pour slowly, hot and ready out of my arm then I threw the rod to the ground and with anger I shouted “Come on you walking dead freaks!” at them as I started to run backwards and they came for me and Sam made a run for it.

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Sam’s Pov

“Don’t die.” Me and dean said at the same time as we looked at each other with a nod. I had to get to jack and we needed to get the hell out of here. But I didn’t need to lose anymore people. But I knew the three of us together we would get through this right now.

Dean cut his arm and the zombies fell for it and then I ran across the graveyard as fast as my legs would take me to jack. The poor kid. I did almost everything I could for him but yet I still felt like I didn’t. I picked him up carefully and turned back around to see Cas fighting most of them off while Dean started running for the car. This was our chance it was now or never.

“Cas come on let’s move!” I shouted out at him as I ran to the car with jack in my arms and laid him down in the back seat and crawled in just before I could get attacked by one of the zombies.

I shivered and then watched Cas start running towards us, jumping over body’s and dodging attacks. finally he hopped right over the hood of the impala and got in the passenger seat. Bloody but still alive.

“Go! Go! Go!” I screamed at Dean as all the zombies started running at the car. A few even banging on the car windows now.

Dean hit the gas without hesitation. spinning the tires, and creating smoke as he ran over one of the zombies. We had to get away. Out of graveyards range.

Finally about two minutes after we had got away from the graveyard and then we all let out a sigh of relief. We were on the road again and safe. For now at least. The bunker was definitely the next stop. But what comes after, I’m not sure that I really want to find out.

*radio static*

•The End. Story Coming In Mid June 2019•

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[someonetoldmeee]

Brightside 1

Oh my Slys I get to share my Mexican culture with y'all , if you have any questions go ahead and ask me! By the way 'Conchita' refers to this delicious Hispanic sweet bread(Search up conchas) I recommend to taste one if you ever see it they are a blessin'!Oh and I don't own the video lol

Chapter 1 title-

I LIVED BITCH 

(ʏ/ɴ) ɪᴛᴜʀɪᴇʟ ᴘᴏᴠ

If I could ever choose between being BrightSide and (Y/N) Ituriel aka the daughter of the evil villain Black Hat, hands down it'd be Brightside. Well if it isn't obvious enough, life isn't so great when being an Ituriel and being me, either. Besides the fact that I literally get ignored by everyone in Bright Lake City, I'm the biggest outcast. Por Dios! Even the outcast, outcast me. Well, there's a few people who just are okay with my existence even if they think I work for my dad secretly, which I don't. You must be asking why I bother protecting them when some are against me but I know deep down or high above they are nice, they just don't know how to handle things like this right, that what my beloved mother told me and I believe it. I've seen people being kind and people have been kind at times towards me! Once an old lady bought me a churro for telling her the directions to a bank! That was nice. Might be a small gesture but not everything small is nothing. So I have taught myself to be a true hero when I discovered my powers. The Black Hat Organization can never know about me being BrightSide! If they did, father would probably use me as his successor for evil.

Not that I ask for much but their is times I wish people would shine a bit of light towards (Y/N) Ituriel. Like that churro time. Well currently I am done with being (Y/N) Ituriel the nerd/geek!

I spin around in my chair seeing all the nice colours of my room. Some decorations here and there amd my comfy bed and all. Posters of other heroes (Even myself posing awesomely I must say.) Life was... not okay. 

Mom...I miss you...I-I.. don't know if I can go on....I..Must be strong for you...

Ring!!!

I get up from the chair, wiping the supposed to be tears. While of course, groaning

I almost tripped on my way but managed to open the door not hurt, but then grow to regret it. 

FUCKING KICKING-OUT-OF-YOUR-APARTMENT-GUY IS HERE!

"Um...uh...Usted es (Y/N) Ituriel?"

"Uh no speak espanol." I said nervously.

"Are you (Y/N) Ituriel?"

( I remember I said this to my sister, she's like stfu yes you do bish)

"......Pas parler  anglais...." I said in French *No speak english

"Êtes-vous (Y/N) Ituriel..." 

"Damn boy, you are very skilled but no. I am not (Y/N) Ituriel I am... Natasha Romanoff." I said putting my hand on my hip.

The guy sighed. "Why do I even bother... Boys get her off."

Well shit...

❽:❶❺ PM

I can't believe I helped them kick me out, or it was probably the fact that I didn't want them to touch my books, posters, hero figurines and etc. Sighed. At least I didn't have much, only the stuff in my room and a small table... nevermind that small table was own by the people. I only had a cup of ramen and my free WcDonalds  cup, that had a hero on it. So I only have two suitcases, a back-pack, and a bag that held 2 important things. I sat on a bench at a lonely and not really safe park. Yeah I can protect myself but I risk my identity, it is now the most important thing to me since, I no longer have what used to be the most important person with me. 

You do have a choice...

"What?"

You could go to you know who...

"Hell no! He is my enemy!"

But that's the only choice you have...Besides you can't live on that dry cup of ramen for the whole day! 

"Oh just you wait! I can survive on this!"

No you can't! It is cold and there is creepy dudes! Besides, you don't have money.

"I ain't listening you stupid thing!"

Bitch please, you're talking to yourself. You'll just end up with paranoia or crazy like now! Or creep people out and be convinced that you are going crazy like Black Hat went!

"Whu-!" I look up to see people staring at me wide eye and creeped out, talking some smack. I just glare but end up ignoring them. 

I sighed. My hand turning into a fist. 

I have to put my selfishness away... If I keep going like this mom wouldn't be happy and I need to be healthy to be Brightside and continue my studies...

I pull out my black flip phone, seeing the very few contacts I had. Then it landed on the last name : Cntbelivimhisspermcell. I breathe deeply and press call, the phone starts ringing.

"Hello, Black Hat Organization. How may I help you?"

"Giving the phone to the demon asshole."

(Time Skip)

Current destination - Black Hat House

"So...are you Black Hat's daughter?" 

I currently have my second, third and the bear in front of me. Did I mention that I am tied up and being held in a dark lab? Yeah It's pretty cold but chill in here.

Lizard lady aka Demencia who has broken my bones and giving me injuries asked me, if I am Black Hat's daughter, when I am literally infamous for being so. I sighed rolling my eyes. I'm even on the news and every where dude.

"Demencia are you always an idiot? Of course she is the daughter of Black Hat Sir!"Dr.Flug said.

"Well if you're intelligent with that handsome brain of yours why don't you let me go, huh?"I told him but then when I realized what I said, I regret it.

THAT'S SOMETHING BRIGHTSIDE WOULD SAY!!!! MALDITA IDIOTA!

Dr.Flug noticed what I said and turn to glare at me while squinting his eyes. Demencia and 505 don't notice this. I smiled falsely. 

"What's with the glare? I got somethin' in my face?"

The glare went away but I could feel the tension between us, thankfully Demencia cut in.

"I guess people who are related to Black Hat are very good looking, huh?"Demencia said in a flirtish tone. Then her eyes turned to hearts. "Imagine the children we would make!"She laughed crazily. 

Dr.Flug just sighed rolling his eyes, saying something under his breath. Demencia then looks at me, leaning in her palm and wiggling her eyebrows.

"I guess I'll try getting one of the hearts of the Ituriel's. Garrrrrrrr!~"

I shiver at this comment.

"I will take this 'love confession' kindly since it is my first but....um."I honestly don't have any ideas on how to reject her kindly, I've never had to deal with a situation like this. Honestly I'm just in pure confusion. Then I thought of a way." Eh..We can still be friends though." I said smiling shyly and blushing.

505 found this adorable some how and 'awed'.

"....This adorableness...IS A MENACE!!!AHHHHH!!!" She lizard her way out. I just sat there confuse.

Finally, Dr.Flug stood up and turned on the lights which took me a while to adjust to. Dr.Flug looked at me. 505 smiled so pure.

"Welcome to your new home, Miss (Y/N) Ituriel..."It sounded so welcoming. I am guessing Demencia must be a real pain.

(Time Skip)

After being untied by Dr.Flug, he started to show me around the mansion(Or house?) I then felt the need to apologize for my attitude because I am (Y/N), somebody that isn't Brightside I also had to clear up the suspicion. I tap his shoulder and look up/forward at him.

"Hey I'm very sorry for how I acted. I shouldn't have been rude, besides it wasn't you who tied me up and tried to go detective on me, haha.''I said scratching the back of my neck nervously. "So, can we start all over again?" I said holding my hand up.

Dr.Flug looked at my hand and calmly shook my hand.

"Hello! My name is (Y/N) Ituriel and you are?"

"Dr.Flug Slys, pleased to meet you Miss Ituriel."

We let go.

I smiled and shake my head. "There's no need to call me Miss, just (Y/N) is fine."

He nodes, I can feel the smile under the bag. 

"I will show you your room."He says.

While we walk around I see many paintings of that demon asshole, it feels like he's watching our many moves. While doing so I hear a voice, a voice of a terrible creature.

"Dr.Flug what is important that you had needed to ca-"Black Hat couldn't finish his words as one of his paintings went through his head. "WHAT!?!?!?!?!"Black Hat looks around to see who it was and when his eyes landed on me his eyes widen.

"I lived bitch."

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Please tell me you guys are enjoying it so far, although there hasn't been much (Y/N) X Dr.Flug action in here, I swear I will update soon my dears!

[callmetippytumbles]

Thoughts on THOTS, Chapter 15: BUH BYE DEMON!

So long bitch! Ain’t nobody gonna miss you and your dusty ass green dress! 

So before I start two things.  One, this chapter review is brought to you by the magic of generic Dayquil/Nyquil.  I took one orange gelcap and one green gelcap and they are warring in my insides for dominance.  This is a great idea. Don't do this, this is a terrible idea. I have been sick with a cold throat thing since Thursday but its been really bad today and it doesn't help that I am rarely sick so I have no idea how to be sick. (Read: I am being a big ass baby about being sick.)

Two, over the last week I made it to 103 followers. Jesu Christi Oluwa-WHAT?!?! I never thought I would convince more than ten people to want to see my posts let alone 103. Seriously, my mind is blown.  My body is breaking down having to process that thought. So many words to say about that, but the simplest and most important is thanks! From the bottom of my petty, bird-ass heart, thank you for liking my posts, reblogging and stuff.

Now on to the mess.

I have no idea what the fuck is happening now.  When I first started reading The Royal Romance Book 2, I thought that finding Tariq would be at the earliest chapter 17.  PB was like:

I also thought that this chapter was going to be Halle, Maxwell, and Bertand looking for Tariq in boutiques and sand. But no, Drake and Hana are coming for this trip and Betrand is going to stay at the hotel and sext Savannah and pull his hair out or whatever.

Well Hana is back, missed her lots I will get back to this but first I need to address something:

THESE MAGIC EYE SUNGLASSES PB AND MAXWELL ARE CALLING A DISGUISE.

Sure, those sunglasses are as effective as a disguise as two toddlers in a trench coast passing as an adult. Halle may as well be like:

I can't look into Halle's eyes with those sunglasses, I can see them but I can't "see" them.  It’s like trying to look into a magic eye and trying to see the real picture. I can't.  

The rest of the outfit is cute.

Halle has to get a whole disguise (read: sunglasses) but everyone else is not even going to try to put on a hat or a scarf or a Steve Harvey mustache? Okay. Sure. Whatevs.

Am I surprised that Maxwell asked a man who could be harboring Tariq if he is harboring Tariq? No.  I am just happy that this did not play out like I thought: Maxwell: Maybe Tariq is at the beach. He did say that he likes beaches and he seemed to like it when Halle took us to the beach in NY. *PB gives us the Venice Beach background* Halle: So where is Tariq? Maxwell: I dunno. Oooh! Hot dog! *Maxwell gets a hot dog* Halle and Bertrand: Maxwell! Maxwell: Sowwy. *swallows bite of hotdog* Maxwell: I didn't want to go to LA and not see the beach. You guys could still get a hot dog.

Could have been worse is all I am saying.

@lizzybeth1986​ I told you that that beach background was coming to play and here we are.  We are both right.

We actually found Tariq pretty quickly.  He is chilling in Mark and Cole's apartment in LoveHacks. Tariq likes to spend his money on designer clothes not designer housing.

I like that you get the option to slap Tariq.  You know I took it.  He deserves and he acknowledges that he deserves.  I like that he does not try to make himself some kind of victim.  I am pissed that he ran away and stayed silent while Halle's name was being dragged through the mud tried to frame it like he was doing her a solid by doing that.  Also, if he was so concerned about doing the right thing why did he have to be "convinced" to make a statement. FOH!

We fly back in record time, get Tariq to make a statement, and then we have to fight with Justin on when the message goes public.  My petty ass wanted to have the it go out like Justin advised because that demon can spin shit and turn everything into an alternative fact. Justin had legitimate worries about that. However, I tried to play nice and give Liam and IT prior notice and take the high road and it goes out anyway.  PB straight up was like:

This is why I like to be trash and go low.  Especially when it involves the demon. Speaking of which:

First of all you of all people should not be doubting my, I mean Halle's, I mean my integrity with your fake ass chocolate allergy bitch!  You have suspect intentions ALL THE FUCKING TIME.  Just this time Halle did it to you.  It hurts doesn't it Demon?  Just burns your grits.  Good. Second of all, I still tried to warn your wicked ass when I wanted you to get embarrassed because FUCK YOU FOR THE REST.

Also: Fuck you mean "enjoy this satisfaction while it lasts"? Doesn't matter.

I hate having to be suspect of Justin.  He is probably the most informed and reliable character of the series.  I mean his insights literally saved Halle from her worst enemy, Halle. The exchange in the hotel room and this exchange says I should not trust him as much I do:

I know your ass ain’t sorry I should have known not to trust Justin when he kept saying nice things about the Demon.  He could be working with the Demon.  I do not want this guy to be my enemy.  It will ruin my future fics. However if Justin did had some ulterior motives, this better not play out like the Hyde thing in 50 Shades of Grey.

Hana is so freakin cute in this chapter I just can't even.  The hair is everything and I want a textured version for Halle.  Hana is straight up looking like a Flushing girl who just spent her Forever21 gift card.  I am not mad at it. Live your life Hana! 

Then Hana does this at McDermot’s and I died:

There is nothing that is more pure than Hana doing a happy dance in her seat while eating a french fry dipped in a milkshake.

Also McDermot’s? This is worse than the McDonald’s of Nigeria Mr. Biggs...in terms of names.  Mr Biggs has jollof rice and meat pie so it wins on food.

Liam wears the casual outfit from last week again and I am like:

You have money Liam.  While I don't want you to go clothes shopping for yourself but that doesn't mean that I don't ever want you to shop for clothes again period.  I just meant hire someone who is paid to have taste do it for you. Then again...

Liam can just wear his swim panties (for public decency) and I would be fine.  SHOW MEH DEM THIGH MEATS!

So those fortunes.  Can we talk about my whack ass fortune?

I know Halle! Why can't we just have our happy ending with our fine ass king who breaks our back every night because his fucking is just that good and have a bunch of cute babies with curly hair in our palace? Why can't we have this? Don't we deserve?

Anyway the chapter ends with my king, Liam, coming to my room in full kingly garb.  

All of the medals and sashes. Looking like a carefully wrapped present. Just goodness.  We all know what is coming.  He tells me that he breaks off his engagement to the Demon.

***This Thoughts on THOTS has been interrupted by the Demon is Defeated Dance Party***

TAKE THAT DEMON!

WHO HAS TWO THUMBS AND CURLY HAIR THAT IS NOW GOING TO NESTLE A CROWN? HMM? HALLE, THAT'S WHO BITCH!!!

TASTE THE DEFEAT SATAN!

GONNA FUCK YOUR MY MAN, GET HI-FIVES FROM YOUR MOM WHILE I DO IT, AND BE A MOTHERFUCKING QUEEN BITCH! 

YOU! COULD! NEVER!

***We will now return to your scheduled programming***

I don't know how Liam broke off this engagement, but in the moment I don't fucking care.  I know what my man is here to do and I have been ready since the end of book 1, logistics be damned. I am ready. Then PB has to pull this bullshit:

Fuck you mean that I have to wait one whole entire motherfucking week to hear my beloved give me the most romantic speech of my entire life that ends with him asking for my hand in holy matrimony? Why do I have to wait for that, especially when I know that more bullshit is around the corner and that happiness will not last long? Why are you like this? Ugh.

With that said I don't understand how Liam could just break his engagement when the Demon while totally evil and shit did not actually have anything directly to do with the scandal as far as we know.  The whole reason he didn’t break their engagement as soon as my ass came back to court was RULES. Now that Tariq came out and made a statement that did not implicate the Demon, Liam is all like FUCK RULES? Huh? I can see how that could make the Demon angry. However...I do not give a shit. So there’s that.

Good news: So in the next chapter I know that Liam is going to propose with a ring that has the pearl from the grotto.  I know that I am going to have to pay all of the diamonds to fuck him from dawn to dusk to dawn again especially if this is at the beginning of a chapter.  This will take place in my hotel room because we like to keep it spicy and go inside for a change. If Liam is not your LI you can finally crush his heart and start courting the person you want for real, starting with sex.  So really everyone may be fucking in the next chapter. YAY! My Tumblr timeline will be lit if that happens. Can't wait. I want all of you to fuck your beloveds. The Demon would be doubly pissed if you wrecked her queenship and did not even want Liam! Win! Making her mad is fun.

Bad News: The Demon knows something. IT just will not die easy.  Will not be surprised if IT literally shows up at the last chapter like:

Then murders Liam for dumping her demonic ass.

Also Justin may be up to something.  This hurts. I just don't understand what his motives behind behind sabotaging me could be.  Would not be surprised if it's as simple as "the check didn't clear". It would not be the first time Bertrand wrote a check and it bounced. Just saying.

I am really worried about the calm that PB is trying to lull me into.  I remember this from when I played the first book.  I was like I got this shit in the bag, I am going to be queen and win everything, then PB was like no bitch! PB might pull some shit like that again.

I am going to cure my throat/cold thingy so that I can do all the screaming next week when I get my proposal. Still want a panda at my royal wedding @playchoices.

[glompme]

Katie McCall Chronicles - Dragged Back Into Hell - Chapter 2 UPDATED

A Dresden Files inspired story.

The story is set between Proven Guilty and White Knight.

  Sergeant Karrin Murphy was a police officer with Chicago PD, as part of their SI division. SI investigated anything that couldn't be explained and stopped it, then explained it in a normal mortal way. Rumor had it she's the one that killed the giant werewolf thing several Halloweens ago. Karrin was half a foot shorter than me and was sporting short blond hair. She was very pretty and looked bad-ass in that "she could kick my ass easily" sort of way. She asked me several questions about the incident. It was mostly routine. How many were there, what could I remember about them, and of course, what did they want? I answered as best as I could with Harry standing ten feet away from me and Karrin. She kept glancing at him then back to me. Finally she asked, "Is he afraid of you or are you afraid of him?"    "I'm afraid of magic." I said shortly. "I can feel the presence of magical beings, energies, and things, and his energy is frightening, not to mention his reputation."    She nodded at me knowingly. "Makes sense, plenty of things out there to worry about. Harry suggested you stay with me for a while. Do I have to worry about my computers and tv exploding?"    I nodded awkwardly. "Sorry for the trouble."    Karrin laughed and gently patted my shoulder. "It's okay. You don't have to apologize for having that power. You can't help what's inside of you. Luckily I have some vacation saved up so we can just spend it at my place." She paused a moment. "Do you mind if Harry comes with us so he can set up some wards around the house and keep an eye on you while I turn off all the electric stuff at home?" I shook my head in reply. "Good. Did your power detect what the vampires were?" I gave her a nod quietly. She smiled warmly at me. "Don't worry, we'll get this all sorted out. You trust me right?" I gave her another nod. "Excellent. Gather your things, I need to talk to Harry real quick and then we'll head out together, alright?"    I gave her a weak smile and watched her walk off. I went over to the desk where we wrote down the books being checked out, yay out of date, underfunded library, and gathered my things and a couple of books I was allowed to set aside and read myself. I turned around and saw Karrin walk over. She looked confused. "Is something wrong, Sergeant Murphy?"    She smiled, it was beautiful, "Please, call me Karrin." Her frown returned, "You said the vampire woman Harry cooked kissed you on the mouth right?"    "Yeah. Oh." I closed my eyes as I realized what her confusion was about. I opened my eyes again, focusing on her eyebrows, "Right, the saliva thing. The Warden that saved me six years ago checks in on me from time to time to see if I'm willing to sign up and join the wizard army. Last time I asked if he could make some anti-saliva potions so I could make sure I was immune or at least resistant to the effect. I've got like three more at the apartment."    "No kidding!" She turned around and shouted, "Harry, she has anti-vamp juice." She turned back to me, "Now, what do you mean the Warden who saved you?"   I saw Harry blink his eyes in surprise at Karrin's comment. I guess Harry wasn't expecting me to have that. "A thing happened a long time ago that I'd rather not talk about, but it was," I paused and winced, remembering, "painful. A Warden saved me from that." ----------    We shuffled into the car. Harry was in the backseat and I was in the front with Karrin as she drove. I tried to think calm thoughts during the drive, adjusting my clothes to make sure nothing was left out of place after the attack. Mostly, I tried not thinking about the fact that Harry was a wizard and Warden of the White Council. I tried not to think about the fact that it was August and the broken door was going to take forever to fix. I also tried to avoid thinking about the fact that I felt Karrin Murphy was a beautiful older woman and sitting next to me. Okay I thought about that last part a lot. I haven't had a relationship in years and any chance of a booty call was snuffed out when my date's phone, lights, and tv kept fizzing out. I had tried the motel thing a couple of times but it still never worked out. Broken cellphones seemed to bother people more and more each year.    Tension was thick through part of the ride before Karrin let out a sigh and asked, "So Katie, is that short for anything?"    I gave a nervous glance to Harry and then nodded. "Yeah but due to the fact that many can do things with a person's name from their own mouth, Katie will have to do." I could practically feel the wince at my lack of trust in Harry, but if you were reported as able to throw a car onto someone and having weird conversations with invisible people, everyone would have issues with trusting you too. I'm sure he understood my concern.    "Karrin," Harry started, "I'm not sure Katie is gonna have clothes to change into and we don't know how long this is gonna be. We should stop by her place. It's nearby, right Katie?"    "Mmhm." I gave Karrin the directions and we pulled into the parking lot outside of my apartment complex.    As we got out of the vehicle, Harry said, "I'll keep an eye on things out here, if you run into any problems, scream like-"    Karrin interrupted, "Like a girl?" I couldn't tell if she was giving him a verbal jab, or was bitter at his concern.    Harry gave a rich laugh, "Like your life depends on it, Murph. Because it might. We have no idea what they might have done." We nodded to him carefully.    I pointed him at my windows. "Third floor, fourth from the right along with the two to the right of it." I looked at his nose again, "In case something happens. It's room three-o-four." He nodded.    Karrin was kind enough to go upstairs with me. Harry was watching the car. Once we were up to my apartment, I pulled out my keys and checked the door. It was unlocked. "I didn't do that." Karrin went into the room first and I followed. My lumpy couch, small dining room table which was mostly a card table, my coffee table and bookshelves all looked right. Nothing seemed out of place. I went into my bedroom and reached under my bed to grab my overnight bag, prepacked with various bits of clothing and supplies. I stuffed a few items into it so I could have little pieces of home with me including a couple of unopened letters from my sister, Penny. I accidentally knocked over a photo of mom on my dresser. I didn't remember that being there, picked it up cautiously, and stared at it.    I must have been staring at it a while because Karrin shook my shoulder gently. "Earth to Katie? You alright?"    I blinked a bit and set the photo back where it fell down from. "Yeah sorry I was just-" I held my head as I swayed, my mind fogging. The room was suddenly spinning then everything went black. ----------    I woke up in the car a bit later. My head hurt but it wasn't the throbbing pain I was expecting. "What hit-"    Harry spoke up first. "A magical booby trap, nasty sleep spell. I was able to get it off of you before it did any real harm."    "You hit your head on the floor." Karrin asked, "Is your head okay, Katie? Who was in the photo?"    "I'm alright, thanks. Mom was in the picture. She didn't see eye to eye with me having magic and-then that ass showed up." Barbara the bitch of a mom McCall was the woman who raised and gave birth to me. She was not a kind mother, constantly try to groom me as a professional singer so she could live through me. The training she put me through was grueling. Then I was revealed as a lesbian with that soul gaze, and when I finished processing I did tell mom, and she nearly disowned me. She calmed down, eventually, and insisted I never spoke about what I saw to anyone, and not to tell anyone I'm a lesbian, and that I'd grow out of it. So, that was sweet of her, if sweet meant cruel and mean. I eventually had enough and ran away from home. That's how I met the sorcerer.    "The thing that you don't wanna talk about?" Karrin asked slowly. "I'm sure if you talk it'll-"    "Drop it, Murph. Trust me, it's not something you want to hear. Just know it's taken care of, and she's still dealing with the after effects."    "She told me that much, Harry," Karrin growled but dropped it anyway. I exchanged a glance with Harry and smiled, mouthing thank you to him. Maybe he wasn't such a bad person after all.    Harry nodded to me. "Hey Murphy, can you take care of Mouse for the week?"    "Mouse?" I asked quietly. I wasn't entirely sure who or what Mouse could be. Maybe a cat, a hamster, or-    "Mouse is Harry's pet mammoth." Karrin laughed a bit as she spoke. Okay not what I expected. "Big, hairy, and can shove you to the ground easily."    "He's my dog, he just a bit big for his age. He's also good at detecting magical threats and dealing with the more disagreeable ones." Harry gave me a small grin. "And he's quite the charmer. I haven't met a woman yet who doesn't like him, except for the ones that try to kill me."    I was quiet for a moment. "But he's basically still a dog? Not some sort of weird thing that's disguised as a dog?"    "Yeah. Just one great big dog. He loves long walks, hotdogs, and making sure everyone nearby is one hundred percent safe. Got hit by a van not too long ago but he's recovering just fine." Holy crap, a dog survived getting hit by a van and is already recovering 'just fine'? That was both scary and oddly comforting that he was as against magical evils as I was.    Tension was back with a vengeance as Karrin and Harry waited to see if I would be okay with it. Karrin smiled when I nodded. "Sure Harry. Bring him by tomorrow."    "Thanks, Murph." I had the feeling they were in love with each other.        

[all-hallows-evie]

Episode II: Attack of the Clones

I'll go back and fix typos later!! Here we GOOOOOOOOOO!!

*Blows up the space latinx during the opening scene*

Me: Lucasfilm....you've grown.

Husband: No they haven't, they keep trying to blow Mando up

Me: But they HAVENT SUCEEDED YET!!

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*is immature and laughs because the explosion blew off Cordès shoes. *

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Obi wan: you're sweating

Husband: It's hot in here!

Me: and he's wearing like 17 layers!

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Anakin: grown more beautiful

Obi wan: *rolls eyes*

Husband: Gag me with your lightsaber Anakin...wait, phrasing!

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Obi wan: there's many ways to kill a senator.

Me: WAIT WHAT?!?!?

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Husband: that droid pooped in Padmè's room and you can't convince me otherwise.

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Obi Wan: *jumps out of window to grab droid*

Anakin: Stay here!

Me: Nah, I'm gonna jump out the window too, that looked fun.

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Anakin: if this chase continues that creep is going to get deep fried.

Also Anakin: *brings down Zam's ship in flames, trying to in fact...deep fry them.*

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Heeeeere comes Daddy Fett!! *dance dance*

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Padmè: Anakin...you've grown up.

Anakin: *proceeds to throw a hissy*

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Anakin: Don't worry, we have R2 with us.

Me: y'all laugh but he's killed people.

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* Screams through all of the diner scene cuz I hate it so much* F**K YOU JAWA JUICE!!!

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Also I dont like how Dex mentions Obi wants pocketbook, makes me feel like I need an adult.

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Jocasta Nu will and has cut a bitch, fight me.

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*pours one out for the younglings*

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Wait wait, so the temple doesn't have some kind of IT department that lets them see who accessed the archives?!?!? That seems sus.

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Padmè: when the queen asked me to serve as senator, I couldn't refuse.

Me: Her coke habit was too out of control.

Husband: Space coke.....s'coke...Supreme Chancellor S'coke...

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Tawn we: we were beginning to think you weren't coming.

Me: Obi wan is ALWAYS...no wait, you know what. Thats too easy.

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Anakin: I dont like sand.

Me & husband: *erupt into fits of laughter*

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Ok but that record scratch when she pulls away is just...*chefs kiss*

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*clone looks around suspiciously*

Me: YOU! YOU MUST BE F**CKING DOGMA!

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Anakin: *falls off creature*

Husband: I love watching him just eat it. Would be funnier if he tried to scare Padmè then she knocks his ass out cold.

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Boba: Yup.

Me: BEST BOY CAN DO NO WRONG

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Taun we: if you need more soldiers it will take time.

Me: they can only j*ack Jango off so much in one day.

Husband: what the F**K did YOU just SAY?!?!?!?!

Me: *cackles*

Husband: Go home Evie, you are drunk.

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*Jango and Obi wan fight on Kamino, jetpack explodes*

Husband: Damn, those jetpacks really are death traps!

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Jango: *holding obi wan over the edge*

Husband: its fine he can just jetpack...oh.

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*seismic charge goes off*

Me: F**K! THATS THE BEST SOUND EEEEVEEEER!!

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Obi wan: Blast! This is why I hate flying!

Me: why, mandos always wrecking your shit?! Get good Kenobi!!!

Husband: He should try spinning!

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Padmè: Stay with the ship R2.

Me: Fine! He didn't want to go with you anyway!

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Anakin: These are good people Padmè, they will take care of you.

Husband: You dont wanna see what he's about to go do!

Me: Truth!!!!

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Husband: *Drunkenly sings duel of the fates*

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Husband: Can I just take this moment to say HOW MUCH I HATE GEONOSIS!

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Four words: SIR CHRISTOPHER F**KING LEE

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If Shmi was a Mexican mom, her last words would have been: "Why you so skinny mijo?"

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It would have been funnier if Anakin returned covered in blood...like Evil Dead 2 levels of blood.

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Anakin; the gear shift broke...

Husband: Does that mean he rode back only in first gear?!?!?

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Anakin: I could fix her, I know I could!

Husband: unlike your hair...

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Padmè: Anakin whats wrong?

Husband: Nothing, he didnt just go on a genocidal rampage. Let me present to you...the BIGGEST red flag.

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Oh. The retransmit message button is just one button again?!?! Thats handy!

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Anakin: master windu told me to stay here!

Husband: oh now he listens!

Me: Master Windu makes him do push ups when he talks back.

Husband: I said 'what' to Master Windu once and he slapped me.

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Dooku: He was once my padawan as you were once his.

Husband: Grandpa Dooku

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*LOTR jokes start to fly*

Husband: it doesnt help these came out right about the same time! This one has wizards...but in space!

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Palpatine: as my first act,I will create a grand army of the republic.

Me: Okay cool but how do you feel about charter schools?

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Husband: Just give R2 a shank and he can fix everything!

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Anakin: oh no, Obi wan is going to kill me.

Me: But I'm ready for the trials!

Husband: He'll be fine as long as it doesn't involve taking care of your lightsaber.

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Anakin: *to padme*: jump!

Me: Do a barrel roll!

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Jango Fett: *twirls blasters*

Me: F**king showoff! I live!!!

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Jango: *gets trampled*

Husband: Mandos seem to have a hard time around big creatures that look like mud horns.

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*clones swoop in to help*

LOOKIT ALL THE SHINIES!

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Obi wan: What would Padmè do in your position?

Me: BOOOOOY, she'd yeet you out that carrier SO FAST.

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Obi wan: *gets tapped by Dookus saber*

Me: OOOOOOOW SUNNUVA BI*CH why didnt anyone tell me that HURTS?!?!?

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OLD SPACE WIZARD FIIIIIGHT!!!

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Bruh, that Imperial March at the end just...*tear rolls down cheek* Beautiful.

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Husband: some smart ass decides to throw sand instead of rice at the wedding. Anakin loses his everloving s*it.

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Not as many funny moments this time around. Halfway through we stopped to have turkey. We sober AF now lol!