#in my mind I can hear it blasting from his beat up old pickup

[eddiemunson-reader-shame]

Good Morning Hawkins I Have Some Thoughts™️

You cannot show me this southern ass man with his Garfield mugs and expect me to believe that he wouldn’t have Dolly Parton cassettes in that goddamn trailer.

Nor can you expect me to believe that you and Eddie aren’t waking up at 7am on a Sunday hearing “Jolene” blasting from the living room.

[stardust-kenobi]

Mine

Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader

Requested by: @nocontr-ol 💕 sorry it took so long, lovely. I had finals and projects to focus on. (but now I am on break, yay!!)

Summary: A man won’t leave you alone at the cantina, lighting a fire in your boyfriend, Poe, who now needs to show you that you belong to him, and him only.

Warnings: Angry Poe. SMUT. So smutty, rough sex, oral, mild bondage, spanking, female masturbation. Poe cussing (bc it’s hot as fuck). !TW: Unwanted physical advances from a stranger!

Word count: 2.8k

A/N: it took me forever to finish this bc the end of the semester is here and I’m swamped with work. Poe’s behavior is probably a bit out of character...but I’d like to think he has a jealous side that we don’t see in the films

gif is not mine

The lights were dim on your skin as the exterior shine faded with the evening. Your crossed arms rested against the bar while you were alone with your drink and your thoughts. Poe was still within eyesight across the cantina, catching up with an old friend. Every minute or so his eyes darted to your gaze for a moment to ensure that you were where he left you, and that you were safe. You loved him and how deeply he cared for you.

You trace the top of your glass with your finger tip. Your ears drowned out the music blasting and voices crowding the room. You were known to get lost in your own mind when you were alone, something Poe always thought would get you in trouble. A figure meets your left sided peripheral vision. It must be Poe, you thought. Without verifying your thoughts, you turned to wrap your arms around him.

Oh, no. This isn’t Poe.

“Well I guess I don’t even need a pickup line then do I?” A strange and unfamiliar voice startled you as you look up at the figure. You quickly backed away, noticeably unsettled. You offered a warm smile and immediately reject him with a hint.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you were my boyfriend”

“I could be your boyfriend, sweetheart...for the night of course” the towering figure continued, chuckling at his own words, paying no attention to your disinterest.

“No thank you, I’ll just go meet up with my boyfriend now” you politely declined again. As you turn to walk away, the man grabs your arm aggressively, halting your actions.

“No, stay a while, I don’t bite” he winked.

“Again, no thank you” you snarled. This only seemed to intrigue him further. His grip refused to release you. You’d hoped Poe had already had a moment to check on you across the room again. You checked where he stood before, he wasn’t there.

“C’mon, I really want you. If you come back to my place I’ll definitely make it worth your time.” His words slurred now, suddenly obvious that he was drunk. That explained why he couldn’t take the biggest of hints.

“I dont know what else to say to you except go away. I’m not interested” you stood your ground, your warm and polite smile fading quickly. His hand removed itself from your arm and travelled forcefully to your waist. Acting on your instinct, you pulled away, but with not enough force to separate yourself. He pulled you into him, no matter how much you tried to free yourself.

“I don’t think I’m taking no for an answer. I like when women play hard to get” he whispered.

Before the stranger had a chance to bother you any more, his grip and his presence were ripped from your body and out of your field of vision when Poe shoved him off you with a look of rage so terrifying in his eyes.

“What did he say to you?” Poe turned to you.

“He wouldn’t leave me al-” you began. Poe cared little to hear your whole statement considering he already caught a glimpse of what occurred. He heard enough.

His fist tightened into a ball, flung back behind him, and plunged into the scumbag that harassed you. You gasped at his actions. The man became defenseless in his inebriation and fell to the cold and crowded floor.

“Poe!” You cried out to him to stop. His fist pulled back again, but stopped itself when he heard your protest. He looked at you, arm shaking, then looked at his knuckles in shock that he was about to actually beat this man.

“Don’t you ever fucking touch her, talk to her, or even look at her again, you got it?” He yelled. Jealously and rage rushed through his veins and made itself known in the tone of his voice. “She’s mine, asshole”. He shoved the man deeper into the floor. You knew you’d be lying if you didn’t admit that it was attractive to watch him defend you like that, and be so possessive of you at the same time. Overall, though, you were relieved to be rescued from the situation.

“Poe, baby, look at me” You demanded, grabbing his warm face, surely steaming from his evident anger.

“I think he got the point. Just leave it alone!” You protested.

“Let’s go” he ignored your words.

“What?”

“I said let’s go. Get your stuff, c’mon. We’re leaving” Poe emphasized, grabbing your bag from the bar and wrapping his arms firmly around your waist before leading you out with him.

“Hey! Stop it, Poe. Let go of me!” you hissed. The cold air struck your skin at the moment you both exited the cantina.

“I didn’t do anything”

“I know you didn’t. I saw what he did. But I am taking you home, now.” He insisted. His eyes were still so angry and this confused you. Poe said he wasn’t upset with you, so why was he so stern toward you? Why was he rushing to get home?

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When you arrived to his place, Poe slammed the front door open with an unnecessary strength and guided you inside with a hand on your back. Swiftly, you both removed your coats and hung them by the door. You’d not said one word to each other since leaving the cantina. At this point, you were scared to speak to him.

“Are you okay?” you broke the sharp silence hesitantly while Poe leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, and his gaze directed at nothing but the thoughts running through his head.

Rather than answering your question, he slowly moves over to you across the room where you leaned against the wall. He placed both hands above your head on the wall and brought his face incredibly close to yours.

“You know, I’d hoped I wouldn’t see the day when another man tried to take you from me” He began softly “But, tonight...I had to watch that happen”

“Poe I was going to get away from hi-” You started, only to be cut off.

“No, no. I know that, baby. I do...but I don’t know what I’ll do with myself if I don’t take you, right now, and give you a little reminder...that you are mine”. The coarseness in his whisper against your ear sent shivers and excitement all throughout your body.

You were speechless, and he noticed.

“Do you know how it felt to see his hands tightened around your waist? Do you know what that did to me?” His voice was rough, but barely broke a whisper.

“W-what did it do, Poe?” You inquired. You were turned on by his behavior and he hadn’t even touched you yet. His hand met your throat and applied pressure, pushing you back into the wall.

“It lit a fire in me, y/n. Jealously that I’d never felt before” he growled. “And now I have to put that fire out”

“Okay” you agreed, still mostly speechless from hearing Poe talk to you like this.

“Now you’re gonna go take your clothes off, all of it, lay on the bed, and wait for me” he demanded. You’d not dare tell him no, you were too excited for what he was going to do.

You obeyed his commands and remove all your clothes before laying flat on your back atop the comfortable bed. Minutes later you heard his footsteps approach the bedroom. As he came into view, you observed his stance. He had his buttoned down shirt open at the top, and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He held a glass of whiskey in his hand, swirling it before finishing it off, never breaking his gaze at your naked body.

He groaned quietly at the sight. You smirked at him, but his gaze remained stern, as it had since you left the cantina.

“Fuck. You’re perfect, y/n” he admired your body while you were on display for him. Only for him.

After resting his glass on the table, he removed his black leather belt. Rather than throwing it to the floor. He placed it gently next to you on the bed. What was that for? You wondered.

His shirt followed the belt, but was dropped to the floor. He stood there, in the same spot, still staring at you, now with only his black pants clinging to him. You admired his chest, wanting it closer to you.

“Poe...” you called to him

“Touch yourself” He instructed. You wasted no time, spreading your legs open to give him a better view. Your fingers found their way to your clit and began circular motions that made your body jump from your already heightened arousal.

“That’s it” he encouraged you. “Enjoy it while you can, you won’t be touching yourself for the rest of the night. You won’t be touching anything, actually”

You gasped, realizing now that he had many intentions for the belt that he left next to you. You continued to pleasure yourself for him, small moans escaping your lips for Poe to hear. He licked his lips subtly, eyebrows furrowed. He was so ready to get a taste of you but made himself wait so he could enjoy the show.

It was as if he couldn’t handle NOT touching you anymore when he walked toward the bed and grabbed the belt aggressively.

“Turn around, lay on your stomach” he said, and you do as he commanded.

The clinking of the metal on the belt grabbed your attention. You were unable to see what was happening, but you had an idea.

“Hands behind you”

Poe placed his knees on either side of your ass and grabbed your wrists together. With the belt in the shape of an 8, both your wrists are placed in each side before he quickly tightens it around them. With your hands bound behind your back, you were at his mercy.

He backed up, and pulled your hips up and backward with him. With the side of your face planted into the bed and your ass in the air, Poe was given open access to your very sensitive, already dripping sex. His fingertips circled your wetness and without much warning, he plunged two of them inside of you from behind. You gasped loudly, not expecting him yet.

“My god, you’re so wet for me already” he reveled, groaning at the feeling of your soaked warmth around his fingers. He curled them inside you, pumping at a steady pace.

“Fuck, Poe” you whimpered from your pleasure.

“You like that?” He said softly, barely above a whisper. Then, you feel the sudden sensation of his tongue against your clit with his fingers still working away inside you.

“S-shit” you moaned, the pleasure grew significantly.

Your arms squirmed as you wanted the ability to reposition yourself. The frustration of being restricted was arousing to you, something you didn’t know you liked until now. His tongue lapped between your folds and circled your clit rhythmically, his consistency pushing you to the edge already.

“Poe I’m gonna cum” you announced. He knew how to make you cum quickly and knew not to change anything about what he was doing.

“Oh my god, Yes” You moaned. You fell apart so gracefully onto his mouth and around his digits. Your orgasm flooded your body and somehow felt more intense at the arched angle he had you in. Your arms involuntarily squirmed again, wanting to grasp something in your state of euphoria. He noticed, and used his unoccupied hand to grab your bonded hands resting on your tailbone, a gesture that in the moment was so romantic.

As he picked up on your signals that you had fallen from your high, he removes his touch. You could see from your peripheral vision that he took his fingers into your mouth, savoring your taste.

“Now I have to show you who this pussy really belongs to” he purred in your ear, leaning down next to your face. Your body tingled, eager for him to take you.

He brushed the tip of his length against your sensitivity, causing your body to jolt. He softly chuckled, planning to tease you further. Poe circled your clit softly with the tip before pushing himself inside you only slightly, and removing himself again.

“Poe, please.” You begged.

“Please what baby?”

“Please fuck me” you pleaded. He slammed into you upon your request and relentlessly thrusted without time for you to adjust. You whimpered loudly, feeling a painful discomfort that slowly transformed to pleasure for you.

“Oh baby you feel so good....you’re so fucking tight” he breathed through his efforts. He ceased his thrusting and held himself inside you, completely buried. Your arched position allowed his length to press against a new angle in your walls. You whined as that new feeling was already overwhelming, almost too much with his size.

Your noises were mostly muffled from your face being pressed into the mattress. He wanted to hear you. He needed to hear your euphoric noises.

Poe’s hands moved from grabbing your hips to your shoulders and lifted you up from the bed. He did this both to expose your lips to release your moans as well as to use you as leverage to fuck you deeper.

He made no attempt to be quiet and exerted all his sweet moans into the air, turning you on by his voice alone. As he thrusted harder, he picked up his speed as well.

Poe suddenly wrapped one hand around your throat, causing you to struggle for air. He pulled you up and back, bringing his mouth to your ear.

“Who does this pussy belong to? Whose is it?” He growled in your ear.

“I-it’s yours” you managed to mumble

“Speak up”

“It’s yours, P-Poe” you moaned louder.

“That's right. This pussy is mine. No one else can fuck you, only me” he continued. “You got that?”

“Yes” you breathlessly whined.

He released his grip on you, and pressed your head back down onto the bed. You wanted so badly to touch yourself while he pounded into you, but your wrists remained bound together. It was as if he had read your mind when he reached around your hips to massage your clit. Your breathing hitched at the sudden sensation. 

“Look at you, taking my cock so well, baby girl” He purred. “So fucking pretty”

Poe’s moaning grew rougher and deeper as he approached his orgasm. The palm of his hand suddenly struck your ass, you pleasantly winced at the feeling. It was followed by several more, each hurting and stinging your skin more deliciously than the previous slap. He released something resembling a growl at the sight of your skin turning a cherry red from him striking you. 

The pleasure you experienced became overwhelming. Poe repositioned himself slightly, hitting deeper inside your walls, you could barely take it. Your eyes watered at the intensity of your ecstasy and you cried his name.

“Poe, yes, fuck. It feels so good” you whimpered.

“Yeah? You little slut, you love that shit don’t you?” He snarled.

“I’m gonna cum inside you, y/n...as another reminder to you, that you’re mine” He grunted through his choppy breathing. His thrusts became less rhythmic. He fell apart and you felt his cum fill you completely. He groaned loudly through his orgasm, and gripped your hips firmly through the intensity of his high.

“Fuck” Poe breathed, still buried inside you. Your body ached from the tense position you’d been in the entire time. After removing himself, he immediately worked to free your wrists.

“Gotta get these off of you”

Finally, a sweet feeling of relief overcame you with the returned access to your arms. You turned to lay flat on your back, catching your breath in the process.

“I’ll get you some water” Poe sweetly announced, before getting up, putting on sweatpants, and leaving the room.

You smiled warmly to yourself, loving the type of attention you received tonight. Poe returned with a glass of water, sitting next to you on the bed. He made sure you got plenty of hydration after the heavy breathing you exerted.

“Feeling okay?” Poe inquired.

“Yeah, just worn out right now” you chuckled.

There was silence for a moment while both of you settled down.

“I won’t leave you like that again. I’m sorry” he broke the silence, changing the subject. This confused you.

“What?”

“At the cantina. I’m sorry I left you alone for that long. That guy would’ve never had the chance to tou-”

“That wasn’t your fault, Poe.” You interrupted. “He was just an asshole. You know I can handle myself” you reminded him.

“Oh, trust me, I know you can defend yourself, y/n, but I still want to protect you when I can”

“You did more than enough...in more ways than one” you giggled.

“I love you, y/n” he abruptly expressed

You smile widely like an idiot, barely able to keep eye contact with him.

“I love you, Poe”

“You drink up. I’m going to get you a bath running” he says before planting a tender kiss on your perspired forehead.

It was impossible not to fall deeper in love with him every day.

[imagine-all-the-imagines]

1. Sam Wilson x Reader - Song prompt “Sunflower - Post Malone" for softbiker’s “25 Things” Writing Challenge. Due August 1, 2020.

Warnings: Rough training session, repressed emotions.

I am sooooo sorry I'm almost a year late for this writing challenge.

You woke up to darkness and an empty bed. There was a rustling sound and you rolled to see what was happening. There in the shadows you saw the figure of a man quietly putting on their clothes.

“Sam? You’re going?” You asked quietly and he gave a jump.

“Hey, I wasn’t trying to wake you up, but Steve just sent me the info for an urgent mission.” Sam explained as he finished getting dressed.

You stuck your lip out in a pout, “But it’s late, do you have to leave right now?”

Sam gave a small nod, looking at you softly, “I know I always come and go, but it’s out of my control. You know we can’t schedule when missions come in.”

You nodded back at him, “I know, but I was having a really nice dream,” you laughed, “Just tell Steve I expect to be reimbursed for loss of cuddles.”

Sam leaned over and kissed your forehead, “I’ll be sure to tell him that. Go back to sleep, Sunflower. I’ll be home before you know it.”

You let out a soft hum and looked up at Sam, “You better be. How long are you going to be gone?”

Sam looked at his phone again for a moment, “Looks like it should be a quick one, if everything goes well, two days tops.”

You nodded at the information, “Good. I’ll see you in two days. Don’t be late.”

You pulled Sam down to kiss him again, and he gave a low groan, “Every time I’m leaving on you, you don’t make it easy.”

You gave a giggle and pushed Sam back up, “Go, don’t make Steve mad at me.”

Same gave you another quick kiss and picked up his go bag before heading out the door.

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While Sam was gone, you did your best to stay occupied. Going to the gym for training was the best option. You were able to get your frustration out and you were able to keep yourself in fighting condition.

That’s where life found you four days later, sparring with Wanda, and getting absolutely wrecked. Every move you made; she was countering. And you were taking quite the beating, red tendrils of power shooting out and blasting you back. Luckily, the walls were padded, but it still hurt.

You were already frustrated about the mission going longer than expected. Everyday that Sam was gone was a day that you worried about him. And now you were getting thrown around by Wanda, and she was taunting you about it. She knew your mind was preoccupied and she was taking advantage of it.

You finally got your opportunity to strike, and you lunged at Wanda, dagger drawn. She was able to get a shield up on time, but you kept going at her, striking again and again, letting out all that frustration. You didn’t realize how much frustration you had been holding on to until Wanda yielded, and you fell to the ground, overcome with emotions.

You felt comforting arms wrap around you and heard a soft voice, “Don’t worry Wanda, I’m keeping her in check.”

Wanda replied out of breath, “She was all bad-bad, especially after your mission got extended.”

You felt a hand brush through your hair, and you looked up into the comforting eyes of Sam. Sighing, you let your self lean into him before you looked between Wanda and Sam.

“Alright, I’m calling it quits now, Baby, I’m a wreck,” you said as you squeezed Sam’s hand.

Sam nodded at laughed lightly, “You can crash at my place, Baby you’re a wreck.”

You lightly hit his hand, “Hey! Only I’m allowed to say that!”

Sam laughed again and picked you up. Carrying you off to his room.

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You and Sam were able to spend the rest of your day together, lounging in his room.

The peace and tranquility was interrupted when your phone went off and you saw the notification from Steve.

Groaning, you opened the mission details, “Baby, I got to go. Mission time.”

Sam helped you off his bed and started getting his stuff together, “I’ll come with you, in case you need backup.”

You smiled at him, “It’s ok, Love, it doesn’t look like it’ll be too hard. And you just got back from a mission, you need to rest up. Plus, Bucky is coming with me. I’ll be ok.”

Sam grimaced when you mentioned Bucky, they still had a bit of a tense relationship. He watched you while you gathered up your go bag and extra supplies. “Be safe, don’t let Bucky use his old man ruse to get you on his side.”

You laughed, “Babe, that won’t happen, you know I only have eyes for you.”

You leaned down to give Sam a kiss before turning to head out the door.

“Wait! You forgot something!” Sam yelled after you.

You paused and turned around, “Every time I’m walking out, I can hear you telling me to turn around. What did I forget this time?”

Sam gave you a coy smile, “You forgot to give me a kiss, the most important thing!”

You rolled your eyes and went over to Sam, leaning over and giving him a deep kiss, “Make sure you miss me.”

Sam grabbed your wrist lightly, “Already do. Now go kick some ass.”

You gave him a nod and hefted the bag back over your shoulder. As you walked out the door, you felt the nerves creep up in you. Missions always got the better of you at first, but as soon as you got on the jet, the nerves melted away, but something about this one was keeping you on your toes.

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You had been in the field for 10 days at this point. The good news was that you had a roof over your head, the bad news was that you were supposed to be home a week ago.

Today, you were chasing a Hydra agent through the dense forests of some European country. You were pushing yourself to the limits trying to catch up to this agent. You were so focused on the person ahead of you that you didn’t notice the tree root sticking out of the ground, but your foot made sure to find it.

You felt yourself tumble to the ground and roll forward a few feet. A strong hand grabbed your arms and yanked you back to your feet without missing a beat.

You looked up to see the harsh eyes of Bucky Barnes glaring at you. As if he couldn’t believe you let yourself trip. It lasted a few seconds then he was off again, following the Hydra Agent. You immediately followed and after chasing for a while, you were able to apprehend the agent and collect all the information that they had on them.

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You were back in the hotel, resting before packing everything up and heading home, when you heard Bucky enter the rooms with a huff. He was grumbling to himself as he packed, and you were not in the mood to deal with that at all.

“What the hell is your problem Winter Boy?” You asked, looking at him from your spot on the bed.

“Just can’t believe you fucking tripped in the field. Aren’t you supposed to be the graceful one out of the group?” He spit out at you, venom lacing his words.

“Well, actually, I think Nat is the graceful one.” You joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“Whatever Y/N, you’re just lucky I was there. You know, you’ll be left in the dust if you keep that up. You’re just lucky that I stuck by ya.” Bucky said, throwing his clothes into his bag.

You rolled your eyes, not letting yourself get sucked into this argument, “We got the job done, that’s what matters. I’ll train more when I get home.”

Bucky gave you a grunt of approval and finished his packing. When you were both packed, you called for the jet and met them at the pickup sight.

As soon as you were on board, you pulled out your sat phone and dialed Sam’s number. He picked up on the second ring.

“Babe? You ok?” He asked.

“I’m fine, just gone longer than I wanted to be, and the Century Man is getting on my nerves.” You explained, trying to ease his concern.

Sam gave a light laugh, “Wish I could be there for you Babe. But you can do it, you’re the Sunflower, if anyone can make it through, it’s you.”

You smiled, “Thank you, that’s all the hope I needed to get through, sometimes I think your love would be too much, and then you do things like this, and I know that could never be a thing.”

Bucky rolls his eyes across from you and holds out his hand, “If you’re done being gross, I’d like to talk to him, update him on what’s happening, you know, proper procedure.”

You stuck your tongue out at him quickly, “Babe, Bucky wants to talk to you. But don’t worry, I’ll see you soon.”

You handed the phone to Bucky and he gives the mission report before informing Sam of the ETA to the compound. You reach your hand out to get the phone back so you can say your goodbyes to Sam. Bucky looks at you and hits the end button on the phone before handing it back to you.

You glared at Bucky before taking the phone. The brief thought of hitting him crossed your mind, but you thought better, knowing that he would never let you live it down if you did.

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When you got back to the compound, you immediately went to debriefing and then straight to Sam’s room, flinging yourself onto the bed and curling into him. You both fell asleep quickly in each other’s arms.

This is where Nat found you when she came to invite you down for a family dinner. As she poked her head in, she couldn’t help but smile as she took in the sight.

Nat went back down to dinner and informed the group that you would not be joining and that if anyone went to interrupt the two of you. She personally would the one to, as she said, “Fuck you up.”

Needless to say, no one bothered you two for the rest of the night.

[cowboyified]

Below are some WIPs I’m releasing into the wild. They were all written at different times over the past two years so any mistakes/cliches you can blame on past June, I don’t know them. 

Go, be free.

This first one I think is the one I’m most fond of. I had such a vision for it; bottlecaps in trees, river swimming, making out against the fridge, all that good stuff you get with weecest. 

The summer Sam is seventeen they stay in one place for long enough Dean starts referring to it as ‘home’. 

It’s an old farmhouse, miles from any other structure, bar an outhouse and hay shed. There’s a porch running the length of the front and back, the wooden boards pulled up from their nails, wavy with the weather. Weatherboard paint peeling, wallpaper inside torn and missing in most places. 

They’re squatting, technically. The property owned by a family saved by hunters once, friends of friends of Bobby’s, too distraught by what they’d witnessed to raise their kids on cursed land. Dean had told Sam that Dad had been told by Bobby that had been told by Pastor Jim that it was chupacabras. A whole pack of ‘em, feeding off the lambs in the back paddock, tried to take a bite out of the baby girl and Sam had said, “As if man, those things are tiny, I’ve seen pictures, you could kick one and it would limp away like a fucking chihuaha, you scared of chihuahas, huh, Dean?” But Sam still hikes his sheet up under his chin when he hears scuffling under their window between sleep. 

There’s remnants of the house’s past inhabitants still scattered around the place. Sam had stood and slid two inches on the wheels of a tiny replica car that had been jammed under the couch the second day they arrived, piffed it at his brother’s head, who’d caught it, exclaimed that it was Camero, dude, treat her with some respect and had sat it on top of the fridge. 

The bookshelf in the corner of their shared bedroom holds mostly dust and tattered occult books stolen from libraries from all over the country, left by hunters who have found what they’ve needed and moved on. There are a few of the worst Stephen King novels shoved haphazardly on the top shelf and Sam finds something funny in that, the irony in enjoying bad horror when the real deal lurks behind the screen door. 

Dean gives him a look when Sam pulls down and cracks open a copy of The Tommyknockers, snorts, “Haven’t you read that one already?” and Sam says, tucking himself into bed, “Yeah, it fucking sucks, King was royally off his head while writing it, that’s why it’s so good.” Sam finishes three quarters of it in one sitting while listening to Dean’s quiet snores from the other side of the room. 

It’s a ten minute drive to the closest town, an off the highway, invisible to the outside world, kind of one-street community. No reason to take the exit if you don’t already know it’s there, one store, one gas station, one bar in an old brick post office building, unfitting, the carpet pulled up at the corners but home to the best fries Sam has ever had in his life. 

Sam follows Dean out to the courtyard, neither of them are legally old enough to drink but there’s nothing else to do but to get respectably drunk in a place like this, anyone that has lived long enough in the true country is some kind of functioning alcoholic, so Dean orders a beer and isn’t asked for ID. In a town small enough for everyone to know every intricate detail in the threads of dirty laundry, they are foreigners. No one knows where they’re from or where they’re going and Sam knows that Dean likes it that way.

It’s never been a secret that Sam prefers to feel like he has a part in everyday normalcy. Dean thrives under anonymity, gets a kick out of it because it makes him feel dangerous. He had stopped accompanying Sam to school two states ago, a silent agreement with their father when Dean had come home early and helped John cut splits into the tips of bullets instead. Like hell I’m signing up for compulsory extra curricular activities. What’s the point in making friends with people whose biggest concerns are the answers to whatever bullshit test and who fucked who last Friday? 

Finding comfort in a nine-to-five kind of community is a flaw Sam’s been burdened to deal with. 

It’s early afternoon, the courtyard is empty and the table they chose rocks on its legs every time Dean slides his drink over for Sam to share. It’s bitter and Sam hasn’t had enough beer in his life to know if it’s supposed to be like that or if it has just soured from the long journey it took to get from the brewery to their glass. He drinks it and doesn’t grimace because his brother is looking at him through the rays of warm country sun. 

“Tastes like piss, huh,” Dean says, leaning forward out of the light so Sam can see him clearly again. He takes back the glass. 

“S’not that bad,” Sam replies, rubbing the leftover condensation into his hand, doesn’t look at Dean, finds it hard these days, twists in his gut all wrong. Sam knows why. 

His brother hums, “There’s gotta be something else to do around here.”

Sam thinks, Dad’s left the car, we can go wherever we want, but doesn’t say it because his brother is loyal to a disastrous fault. 

That’s a recurring thought. Sam in the shotgun seat, his brother behind the wheel, driving away. Just away, to someplace else and they’d be okay because they’d have each other and all Sam ever needs is his brother, like water. But John will be back in two weeks, term starts again in a month and he needs his father to sign the enrollment forms. Two more years. 

“You see the old dredge outside of town?” Sam asks, remembers passing it when they arrived, all twisted, rusting metal, the bones of it against the setting sun.

“What did I tell you about respecting your elders?”

“You told me that they all smell like porridge and are easily susceptible to sleight of hand. No, Dean, Dredge,” Sam stresses. “Big rusty old machine that pulls minerals out of water.”

“Looking to strike big, Sammy?”

“Yeah, you see, my family is poor, brother at home too dumb to get a job. Our father went to get milk and never came back,” Sam sniffs for effect. “I can’t go home empty handed again, sir.” 

“Ah, a real sob story,” Dean nods in understanding, tips his head back and finishes the beer. “Let’s get out there then, sonny. We shan't let that simpleton, downright fool of a brother go hungry.” Dean jabs Sam in the ribs when he stands, hard enough for him to gasp, gets Sam’s head under his arm before he can recover. Sam claws embarrassingly at his brother’s torso, face pressed warm into the side of Dean’s waist. 

“I will pray for us young Samuel, for I too, dream of riches,” his brother is exclaiming, tripping them out and onto the street. “I only ask that we share whatever bounty dredged as I saw the most exquisite pony a few miles back and I simply must have it.”

And Sam thinks - with his flushed cheek hard against Dean’s skin through the thin sweaty fabric of his shirt, heart beating too fast against his ribs in a way that has nothing to do with exhaustion - you can have it all. 

---

Sam’s brother’s perpetual state of being is ten miles over the speed limit; this can be applied to almost every aspect of him. Dean goes and goes and rarely stops. They’re pushing double that out of town, north of their property, into the forever stretch of flat land and Sam loses himself in it. That idea of away, of going and going and that Dean could take him because he’s an expert in the field. 

The Impala blasts Born To Be Wild and Sam imagines the lyrics spreading out over the dry grass. He rolls the window down and throws his head out, trying his best to keep his eyes open against the road’s wind. The sun beats down, warmth soaking through and into his bones and Sam laughs as the cattle turn to catch a glimpse of them soaring. 

Dean pulls him in, tugs at the back of his shirt, says something along the lines of, what are you, a dog? Should get you a shock collar for all the times you’re a little bitch, but Sam can’t hear him over the roaring of the open window and the look of transparent glee on Dean’s face, it’s loud and assaulting and Sam has to turn away because seeing Dean like that wobbles him dangerously from the nonchalant facade he has going on in relation to how he feels about his brother. But mostly his face hurts from smiling too wide.

Used as a warm up last year. Boyking!Sam

He thinks he’s in Louisiana, maybe. That he got here in the tray of a pickup and that he couldn’t feel the wind in his hair like maybe he should. The driver had stopped for a piss-break and Sam had snapped his neck without his hands.

He rubs them together now, tries to feel guilty but there’s nothing to feel guilty about because his hands are clean; he doesn’t have to use them anymore. 

Sam thinks he’s in Louisiana because he stepped out of the truck and into a wet kind of heat. There’s a church with thick greenery growing over the roof and white wood that’s been mold-blackened by the humidity. He laughs to the darkness because it's very funny to him that he’s driven himself subconsciously to a place of grace. 

He skips up the steps, two at a time, gleefully. The smell of the bayou and rotting wood has put him in a good mood. The lock snaps when he blinks, the chain unraveling and snaking into a coil at his feet. The doors open for him and maybe he did that with his mind too, or maybe they were just expecting him. 

The church has been used recently, its interior better kept than the outside, bibles tucked neatly in the backs of pews, ribbons tied into plaits. The white of the moon falls in blankets through the windows, shadows of leaves moving over the floor like rippling water and the bust of Mother Mary prays for him at the altar. 

Sam spreads his arms and addresses her, says to the room at large, “Shall I repent for my sins, oh Lord?” and it echoes, gives him goosebumps, a current under his skin. He has an audience here because God is omnipresent, this is a place of worship and Sam has always been good at that. 

A church in Louisiana, standing before a plaster of his mother’s namesake in a church for a God he used to think could have some defying factor in a destiny that was always going to be concrete. It’s funny, blatantly. Sam puts his hands gently to Mary’s cold face, kisses her on her lips before crushing her head, spraying ceramic. 

Sam stands behind the lectern, hands red with his own blood now, sticking the pages of the Good Book. He’s read it before anyway. 

“Am I to be forgiven?” 

Last is a casefic I had planned out in 2019. I didn’t get very far into the actual writing part of it, but I still think the setting is cool, less so the plot I had in mind. 

Just outside of Bridgeport, Connecticut there’s a community built on a sandbar. A small secluded semi-island, connected to the mainland by a mile-long beachfront. A town of forty to fifty now abandoned, vandalised residences.

The police find the bodies of the boys there, bleeding out and into the sand, each other’s skin caught under their fingernails. 

Sam watches as his brother pulls the sheet back from one of the corpses, laying blue on the steel morgue tray. He’s a kid, a boy, not even eighteen. Hairless, lanky, multiple stab wounds puckered around his belly and Sam thinks he does not look peaceful for someone who is meant to be at rest. 

Dean is quieter than usual, his body language stiff. They’ve seen their fair share of dead kids but Sam thinks that this one might look a little too much like an adolescent version of himself. Shaggy brown hair, too long limbs, college on the horizon. Sam blankets the sheet back over the boy’s face and hears his brother exhale in what he thinks might be relief.

The coroner tells them that the other two are the same, besides the youngest one. He’d been blinded, thumbs pushed through his eyes until they popped like grapes. He asks if they want to see him too and Sam says no, thank you, we’ve got what we need.

Which is a whole lot of nothing, but they’ve only just arrived and there’s evidence that doesn’t involve corpses that needs to be checked.

“Pussied out in there huh, Sammy?” Dean says as they’re walking down the funeral home’s front steps, past the manicured roses and trimmed lawn. You see these perfect hedges? We’ll treat your dead mother with the same detailed care!

Sam pulls at his tie and scoffs because he knows he wasn’t the only one uncomfortable standing in the morgue; cases that involve kids always rub them both wrong.

[homeformyheart]

heyyy girllll so I was wondering if you’ll write this

For me?

happy birthday @graysinblack! I’ve been saving this ask for months but this fic for weeks in anticipation of your birthday! I know we’re all kind of over Choices, but hopefully having Ria & Raleigh interact is still enjoyable.

author’s note: never thought i’d write a cross-over fic of any kind really, much less twc x choices, but blame @graysinblack for this idea and the brainrot that sparked it. this takes place sometime after book 2, but before book 3. hope you all enjoy this fic that likely has an audience of 2! copyright: wayhaven characters, except the oc detective, belong to mishka jenkins @seraphinitegames. raleigh carrera belongs to @playchoices. series/pairing: the wayhaven chronicles x choices (platinum) crossover – m!raleigh carrera x f!oc (ria knight); minor mason x f!detective rating/warnings: 14+; swearing based on/prompt: a would you ever write? ask game word count: 1.7k summary: ria gets called to a house party for noise complaints where she meets raleigh carrera.

sunshine past

a knock on her office door made ria pause mid-keystroke.

“hey ria, we’ve been getting repeat noise complaints from the mansion off the cul-de-sac,” tina chirped, hovering by the door. “do you think you can check it out? my shift’s over.”

ria glanced at her watch and grabbed her jacket. “i’ll stop by on my way home.”

“thanks, i’ll see you tomorrow!”

she turned off her computer and double-checked that she had her gun, taser, and badge before heading to the car. the mansion in question sat at the very edge of town, abandoned on its own grassy hill and given a wide berth by the townsfolk, even on halloween.

it didn’t take her long to get to the other side of town but even from the entrance to the cul-de-sac she could tell there was a loud party coming from the mansion. she groaned loudly at the realization that she’d likely be dealing with drunks who would only turn the music back up as soon as she walked away.

still, she trudged up the hill and knocked loudly, waiting a beat before knocking again. she stood her ground even though the door swung open and a tattooed man hovered too close for comfort.

“can i help you? this is a private party, babe,” he said, looking her slowly up and down. “although for you, i’d be more than happy to make an exception.”

ria rolled her eyes and took out her badge. “wayhaven police department. we’ve gotten multiple noise complaints. you need to keep it down.”

“i think it’d be more fun for you to find out how loud i can be. if you know what i mean,” he murmured, giving her a suggestive wink.

ria rolled her eyes and sighed. “look i don’t know who you think you are, but bad pickup lines don’t work on me. now please keep it down, this is your only warning.”

his brow furrowed in confusion. “huh, that line usually works. on women and men.”

“wow, so not only are you drunk and disorderly, you’re a prick too.”

“that’s part of my charm. wait, don’t you know who i am?”

she squinted against the hallway light behind him to take in his appearance as he leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed. his dark brown hair was styled and she could see the lines of a tattoo on his neck disappearing into his black shirt.

“nope. and you’re lucky i’m about to be off duty and hate paperwork, asshole.”

“or what, you’ll punch me? kick my ass? you don’t seem like the type, sweetheart,” he chuckled, clearly hoping to draw a reaction from her.

if he wasn’t drunk and if the porch light was brighter, he’d probably notice that she absolutely looked like the type that would punch him – with her leather jacket, combat boots, spiked earrings, and clenched fists at the ready.

ria pursed her lips, contemplating for a fraction of a second whether she might get in trouble. fuck it, she thought, there weren’t any witnesses and this guy probably won’t remember anything in the morning.

she sucker punched him in the stomach, causing him to double over in pain before walking away.

“keep the noise down, or else. sunshine.”

she turned on her heel and headed back down the hill. the smile on raleigh’s face widened. it had been a long time since someone was able to keep him on his toes. he was definitely intrigued by… shit, he thought, realizing that he didn’t even know her name.

he ran after her and at the feel of him grabbing her arm, ria whirled around and shifted to a defensive stance, one hand on the taser.

“whoa, sorry,” he said, holding his hand out. “i didn’t catch your name. i’m raleigh.”

“officer ria knight with the wayhaven police department. what do you want?”

raleigh smiled. “i wanted to ask if you’d like to hang out for a while. since you’re off duty now.”

ria raised an eyebrow. “and what makes you think that’s a good idea?”

he shrugged. “this town seemed pretty boring until you showed up. it doesn’t happen often that someone doesn’t recognize me. i like that.”

“you’re a real piece of work,” she said sarcastically.

raleigh just chuckled. “come on, just one drink. or do i need to blast the music and bother more neighbors so you have to come all the way back here again?”

she pursed her lips thoughtfully. it had been a while since she was able to let off steam. and at least if she hung around for a little while, she could make sure they kept the noise down.

she’d also be lying if she said she wasn’t somewhat interested in hooking up with him. he was very easy on the eyes.

why not? it’s not like i have to worry about running into him again, she thought.

“alright, let’s see what’s so great about your party,” she said, following him back to the house.

six months later, sometime after the carnival

raleigh: [hey ria, it’s been a while. i’m passing by town again and wanted to know if you’re up for a drink?]

ria stared at her phone, a small smile unknowingly appearing on her face. she quickly typed a reply, agreeing to meet him at chen’s bar in half an hour.

“what are you smiling at?” tina teased. “is it from your vampire boyfriend?”

“mason and i are just casually hooking up, you know that,” ria said, rolling her eyes. “remember that mansion party i checked out after your shift a few months back? the guy i hooked up with is back in town again and wants to meet up, that’s all.”

tina’s eyes widened. “oh yeah, you never told me the details! was he hot?”

“see for yourself,” ria said, showing tina the text conversation between her and raleigh, which included him sending her photos of himself and a girlfriend a few months ago.

“do you know who this is? raleigh freaking carrera!”

“yeah, that’s his name, what’s the big deal?”

tina quickly sat in ria’s chair and pulled up the web browser on her computer. ria scanned the headlines and photos that appeared in the search results.

“wow. no wonder he had such an attitude.”

“sounds like he was great in bed then,” tina chuckled, squealing when ria punched her arm.

she grabbed her jacket. “i’m going to meet up with him at the bar before heading home. see you tomorrow!”

it was a short walk to the bar, but the last thing she expected was for unit bravo to be standing out front, looking incredibly out of place.

well, except for mason, who was leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette. he fit right in with the rest of the smokers off to the side.

“what are you all doing here?”

nate smiled. “we thought we’d enjoy a night out as a team. and make sure you were safe, of course.”

ria raised an eyebrow at the last statement before shrugging. “alright then. i’m meeting an old friend, so i’ll catch up with you later,” she gave them all a small wave as they headed inside.

only mason lingered, putting out his cigarette against the wall before sauntering over to her. he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

“so, are we going to your place after?”

ria smirked. “bold of you to assume we’re going anywhere together tonight.”

“still trying to play hard-to-get, sweetheart? you know you want me just as badly,” he chuckled, leaning in to give her a deep kiss.

one that made her forget where she was for a moment, her toes curling inside her boots and fingers wrapping themselves in the hem of his shirt.

“i’ll see you inside,” he murmured before heading in.

he was just about to close the door behind him when raleigh appeared and made his way over to ria.

she turned toward him with a smile, not realizing that mason was still within earshot, even with the chatter of the bar crowd behind him.

“hey there, sweetheart,” raleigh said, his emphasis on the word ‘sweetheart’ was clearly sarcastic, but it still made mason’s shoulders tense.

she punched him playfully in the ribs before wrapping an arm around his waist in a sidehug.

“good to see you, carrera.”

mason watched from the corner booth as raleigh and ria sat at the bar, her back facing him. he couldn’t quite hear what they were saying over all the noise around them, and it made him far more irritated than it should.

ria on the other hand, was oblivious to mason’s gaze on her. it was strange, having casual conversation with someone she hooked up with months ago, but it was easy to fall into light banter with raleigh. it probably helped that neither of them were interested in each other anymore, not with raleigh fully committed to his popstar girlfriend and with mason never being far from her mind.

not that mason needed to know that.

“it was great catching up,” raleigh said, leaning in to give her a hug.

ria was not one for casual hugs, and she was surprised at how comfortable she was with raleigh.

“not to freak you out or anything, but pretty sure there’s someone in the corner staring at you. he actually looks like he wants to murder me,” he murmured in her ear, taking care to challenge mason’s glare with one of his own.

ria chuckled. “don’t worry, i can handle him. take care of yourself, carrera.”

he gave her a mock salute before heading out and ria sauntered over to unit bravo’s booth, grabbing mason’s beer from his hand.

“hey sunshine,” she said, giving him a wink before situating herself next to felix.

“who was that, ria? you definitely looked cozy,” felix teased, eyes darting between her and mason.

she could see mason’s body tense. “just a friend,” she said honestly, looking directly at mason.

he held her gaze for a few seconds before looking away, snatching felix’s beer and chugging it. ria took a sip of her own to hide her smile at how the tension in his body seemed to dissipate.

* * * * * taglist: @kelseaaa; @kat-tia801; @anotherbeingsworld; @crackerdumortain; @gloynporslen; @sosolenoo; @alyssalauren; @fhauvilles; @wayhavenots; @gingerbreton; @takemyopenheart; @pearlsandsteel; @writer-ish;

raleigh tag (non-choices oc fyi): @raleigh-edward; @dulceghernandez; @otherworldlypresents; @brycesgirl​; @robintora;

[nerianasims]

Billboard #1s 1977

Under the cut.

Marilyn McCoo & Billy Davis, Jr. – “You Don’t Have To Be A Star (To Be In My Show)” -- January 8, 1977

They will be happy with each other as they are, not needing a "star." It sounds literal, like they think most people only want to have relationships with celebrities. It's got some bounce and a beat, but it's very light and not poetic at all. Meh.

Leo Sayer – “You Make Me Feel Like Dancing” -- January 15, 1977

Shouty falsetto. It might be disco if it were faster. I am not listening to this whole thing, because it will give me a headache.

Stevie Wonder – “I Wish” -- January 22, 1977

One of the greatest musical intros. It's a funk song about nostalgia, wishing for childhood again, and I normally hate that. But the music is amazing.

Rose Royce – “Car Wash” -- January 29, 1977

This was an intro song for a movie of the same name. I had no idea. I just thought someone decided to sing about working at a car wash randomly. The song is a little bit Motown, a little bit disco. It's fun.

Mary MacGregor – “Torn Between Two Lovers” -- February 5, 1977

It's slow, it's soppy, and it's about how she's cheating on "you" with someone else. She truly loves you, but she's not gonna stop seeing the other guy, whom she loves too. It sounds like she wants to try this whole poly thing she's heard about. But is the guy she's singing to gonna be okay with that? Probably not. Most people aren't. Maybe though. I don't care. For being about a subject that should be heartrending, this song sure is boring.

Manfred Mann’s Earth Band – “Blinded By The Light” -- February 19, 1977

This version made it to #1. Bruce Springsteen's original didn't even make it to the charts. This version is really bad -- it sounds like a recitation surrounded by goop, not a song. Bruce Springsteen's version is one of my favorite songs. I am going to sulk now.

Eagles – “New Kid In Town” -- February 26, 1977

Huh, an Eagles hit I've never heard before. This is about fame, how everyone loves you at first, then forgets you when the next big thing comes along. They try to shoehorn some stuff about romance in -- "Will she still love you when you're not around?" -- but it doesn't really flow. Also the song sounds like it should be playing in the background of a cabana. Fittingly for a song worried people will forget them, I have already forgotten this song.

Barbra Streisand – “Love Theme From A Star Is Born (Evergreen)” -- March 5, 1977

I listened to this song for 30 seconds. No more. I cannot stand Barbra Streisand. I don't think I'd like this song anyway, as it's glop, but maybe a different singer could have made it tolerable.

Daryl Hall & John Oates – “Rich Girl” -- March 26, 1977

Rich girls get picked on while rich boys are the ones who usually get away with everything. This song was actually originally about a rich guy, too. It would have been better. It's still good musically, but it misses the mark. Not that rich girls don't also get away with plenty, but compare and contrast what happened to Paris Hilton for her venial sins, versus the entire existence of Donald Trump.

ABBA – “Dancing Queen” -- April 9, 1977

ABBA was a good group. They were hated on, and now they're more likely to be exalted. They didn't deserve the hate (save it for the Bee Gees), but they're not the second coming or anything either. They were just a good, fun group. This song can be danced to, but it's a song more about dance than a dancing song. It's a rare song observing a young woman dancing while identifying with her, rather than lusting after her. "You can dance/ You can jive/ Having the time of your life." It's good.

David Soul – “Don’t Give Up On Us” -- April 16, 1977

The narrator did something really bad last night. Cheating? Worse? Now he's telling his lover not to "give up on us." As soft as the song is, "tell" is the word, not "ask." And he doesn't apologize once. Also, David Soul was a professional actor, but there's no worry in his voice; he's nothing but smooth and assured here. Blech.

Thelma Houston – “Don’t Leave Me This Way” -- April 23, 1977

It's disco with a large dose of Motown, or Motown with a large dose of disco. Either way, it works. Everything lines up with precision, and then Thelma Houston comes in over all of it with huge emotion. The contrast is sort of fascinating. Oh, and her huge emotion is that she wants sex. "Then come on, satisfy the need in me/ 'Cause only your good loving can set me free." She's not begging, but she's not exactly commanding either. It's really good.

Glen Campbell – “Southern Nights” -- April 30, 1977

It's Kidz Bop honky tonk. That's probably not fair; Glen Campbell grew up in a family of poor sharecroppers in Arkansas. But it's what I hear. It's happy clappy, and scrubbed clean of anything real.

Eagles – “Hotel California” -- May 7, 1977

Whatever you think this song is about, it's not about that. The Eagles wrote it with a mish-mash of stuff in mind, but mostly trying to be ambiguous. What that means is that whatever you think this song is about, it is about that. It's a choose your own adventure psychological horror song. I love it. It makes me happy in that way that good poetry and good music do -- and this is both.

Leo Sayer – “When I Need You” -- May 14, 1977

This song is cheese. Absolute, unadulterated cheese. But it's not bad cheese. It's a good solid cheddar. It's slow but not too slow, soft but not too soft, and it manages some interesting percussion. And Sayer sings like he means it. It's about missing his lover while he's on the road, and he imagines she's with him to get by. "When I need you/ I just close my eyes and I'm with you." It sounds kind of like a Broadway ballad. It's enjoyable.

Stevie Wonder – “Sir Duke” -- May 21, 1977

A song about Duke Ellington, which is a subject I approve of. Stevie Wonder also lists a few more legends, including one of my favorites: "And with a voice like Ella's ringing out/ There's no way the band can lose." It's a love song to music itself. It's sort of big band, sort of funk, and sort of Motown, and it works. The lyrics do get too repetitive for me near the end, though.

KC & The Sunshine Band – “I’m Your Boogie Man” -- June 11, 1977

It's a wordplay on the "bogie man" monster. But the boogie man wants to show up and give you whatever you want whenever you want however you want. Sexually. The song actually has more lyrics than most KC & The Sunshine Band songs, but it's still a song to dance to. Not to have sex to. But for dancing? Yep, it's good.

Fleetwood Mac – “Dreams” -- June 18, 1977

YAY! Okay so I have no interest in Fleetwood Mac without Lindsay Buckingham and Stevie Nicks. But when they joined in 1975, Fleetwood Mac became truly great. And this song is from Rumours, which is their best album (forged out of a hell of a lot of intragroup pain), and written and sung by Stevie Nicks, who was their best artist. My parents played this record and their previous self-titled one all the time. I didn't fully understand the songs when I was a kid, but I loved them. As I grew old enough to understand them, I loved them more. And now I love them more than that. I can't analyze this song. I love it too much.

Marvin Gaye – “Got To Give It Up (Part 1)” -- June 25, 1977

At first, he was uncomfortable at parties and didn't want to dance. But then he loosened up enough to dance, pretty obviously as a way to pick up chicks. There's the horrible line "Let me step into your erotic zone." The music is experimental. Marvin Gaye's falsetto is fine, but it's still a falsetto the whole damn song. And there are people making party noises in the background the whole time. I find this song painful.

Bill Conti – “Gonna Fly Now (Theme From Rocky) -- July 2, 1977

You know this instrumental, you've heard it tons. It's a good movie theme -- I think. It's hard to say, when it's something that's been so often present in so many different contexts in my life.

Alan O’Day – “Undercover Angel” -- July 9, 1977

The undercover angel is a make believe woman from a sex dream. At the end of the song, he's telling "you" that you remind him of the undercover angel, so you must be meant to be with him. It's an extended "I've seen you in my dreams" pickup line. It's so dumb.

Shaun Cassidy – “Da Doo Ron Ron” -- July 16, 1977

This is an excruciatingly boring cover of The Crystals' classic 60s girl group song.

Barry Manilow – “Looks Like We Made It” -- July 23, 1977

He's singing to an ex. They both "made it" because they found other people. Until "Looks like we made it/ Or I thought so till today/ Until you were there everywhere." If they get back together it's not going to be easy, because they'll be leaving relationships that seem happy. I don't think they'll get back together -- besides, she may not feel anything for him any more. It's a more complex song than it sounds. And Barry Manilow sure can sing. I wish he'd gone with the jazz songs he preferred, but then he wouldn't have been hugely successful. He decided to pull the rhinestone cowboy trick, and I can't blame him. He did make the soppy 70s charts more tolerable than they would have otherwise been.

Andy Gibb – “I Just Want To Be Your Everything” -- July 30, 1977

For instance, without Barry Manilow, Andy Gibb would probably have had more hits. Gibb's voice is thin. If you're going to sing a line like "Oh, if I, if I stay here without you darlin' I will die," you need some power and drama behind it. This guy sounds like he's trying to sell kitchen tile. It's a relatively fast song, but the beat is somehow irritating too. Blech.

The Emotions – “Best Of My Love” -- August 20, 1977

It starts with a blast of horns, and then a blast of singing. Then the chorus is quieter than the rest, which is weird to me. I can't put my finger on why this song bores me, but it does.

Meco – “Star Wars Theme/Cantina Band” -- October 1, 1977

A disco mashup of the Star Wars theme with the cantina band theme. That happened. I love John Williams' music and I think he deserves credit for at least half of Star Wars' success. But I think this remix sounds extremely dumb. Someone slowed down the cantina band theme a couple years ago and that sounds very noir and cool. This doesn't.

Debby Boone – “You Light Up My Life” -- October 15, 1977

The person who wrote this song was completely and absolutely terrible. But Debby Boone isn't. She's a Christian singer, but seems to be one of the nice ones, not the wingnut fundie ones. Anyway, she wasn't a Christian singer in 1977 (though she was Christian). And she had a good voice. But she sings this song painfully slowly. It sounds like she comes in after where she's supposed to come in and then draws out the notes longer than she's supposed to. I don't know if that's her or the song itself. I sped up the song to 1.25 and it's a little more palatable, but it's still bad. It's a trudge. I don't feel lit up after this.

The Bee Gees – “How Deep Is Your Love” -- December 24, 1977

It's not falsetto, though Barry Gibb does go uncomfortably high some. But it's still very bad. It's a string of bland cliches over bland music. And the weird 70s male romance song entitlement: "And it's me you need to show/ How deep is your love?" Shut up.

BEST OF 1977 -- "Dreams" by Fleetwood Mac  WORST OF 1977 -- "Star Wars Theme/Cantina Band" by Meco. People really would disco to anything, huh?

[what-big-teeth]

Imprint (Asrai Girlfriend, pt. 1)

Female Reader (POV) x Female Monster [Part 2]

tw: near-drowning 

It all started with a tire swing suspended over the lake near your family’s shared summer home.

Old and worn, its fraying rope was tied to the thick branch of a dying oak tree; but that didn’t stop your cousins from using it. Neither did their and your parents’ constant warnings.

One summer’s day, during a long-winded session of Truth or Dare, Simon and Silas led you to the lake’s edge. With barely hidden mischief shining from their matching eyes, Simon stepped forward and shoved you towards the oak tree.

“We dare you to take three big swings,” he said. “If you do it without screaming, you win.”

As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t say no. The word was too deeply lodged in your throat, held in place by the larger size and greater strength of your older cousins. With a held breath, you climbed on top of the tire swing and sat down, squeezing the unraveling rope between your knees. The swing pulled back, thanks to your cousins grabbing the old tire’s inner ring and shuffling backwards together. You gulped when the rope went completely taut.

“W-wait,” you whimpered, “I’m not—!“

The first swing took you by surprise, accompanied by your older cousins’ laughter. At its apex, squinting against the sun’s bright rays, you looked back, directly past the lake’s clear surface to the deep bottom underneath. Your stomach heaved and your hands scrambled to tighten their meager grip around the old rope on the back swing.

“Guys! I wanna get off!”

Instead of catching you as you hoped, Simon and Silas just watched as the tire swung backward, still laughing. The highest point came again with a violent lurch that roiled your stomach. Something was wrong.

You screamed out to Simon and Silas again, voice cracking and eyes burning as the tire spun like a top. Like before, they ignored you. And laughed and laughed and laughed—

Something snapped.

You flew, hurled into the air like a ragdoll, the world somersaulting until your back and head collided with something solid. The impact stole the air from your body. When you tried to breathe, your lungs burned. A froth of bubbles raced up above your head towards a wavering light. All as you sank deeper and further, too stunned to do anything but watch.

But not for long.

An unseen force wrapped your wrist in a cold vice and pulled. The sudden speed at which you moved stung your eyes, forcing them closed. But you still heard the rush of water beating against your ears. The pressure built inside them until you could no longer keep gritting your teeth. Your mouth pried open from the pain above the lake’s surface instead of under.

Your hands scrabbled at the lakeside, sinking into the wet soil and seizing a raised, gnarled tree root. Your vision began to blur and you wheezed, unable to properly draw in air due to the wet crackling in your chest.

So when you heard a soft, soothing murmur right by your ear and turned towards the source, you couldn’t believe what you saw.

No girls you knew ever had natural green hair. Or slit pupils. But the thought didn’t have time to root itself in your mind.

With your mother’s screams ringing in your ears, your body gave into exhaustion and everything faded to black.

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That was years ago, when you were just a child.

A day-long visit to the nearby hospital guaranteed your recovery, but the accident left its mark in various ways. A rift severed most of the familial bonds between your parents and your uncle and aunt. The only thing they agreed to leave untouched was the shared ownership of the lake house.

Your grandparents’ final request was for it to be a secondary haven in times of need, and the adults couldn’t bring themselves to dishonor that wish. Regardless, estrangement became the norm as you grew up. So you never saw Simon and Silas again.

But you didn’t have time to dwell on the sudden alienation for long. The incident affected you as well. The first result was a wariness of any large bodies of standing water, one you’re still trying to overcome. The second was an odd curiosity: a faint, silvery handprint on your wrist.

It faded over time, but not enough to vanish. The size of the imprint resembled that of a child’s hand, which could no longer encircle your adult-sized joint. It was undeniable proof of what you saw before you were taken to the hospital.

The green-haired girl who saved your life.

Over the years, the mark tugged at the curiosity deep within you. Not insistent, but docile. The sensation gained a life of its own and turned into a steady gentle pulse, coaxing you to follow the underlying urge infused into it.

Return to the lake. And this summer, you intend to answer the call.

“Sweetheart, are you sure about this?”

You slam home the trunk door of your old-fashioned, teal pickup and dust off your hands.

“I am. I talked to my therapist and she thinks safe exposure therapy will help. We’ve scheduled when she’ll check in on me and I have her number on speed dial.”

Your dad steps closer to your mother and wraps an arm around her shoulders. He doesn’t speak. But the stiffness of his movements and the compressed corners of his eyes say enough.

You pocket your car keys and step into your parents’ awaiting, warm embrace.

“I’ll be okay,” you whisper, “Promise.”

To seal the deal, you offer your dad your extended pinky which he wraps his own around, an old, childhood tradition. All while your mom kisses your temple. With a final goodbye and promise to text them, you pull away from the curb and drive off.

An upbeat playlist blasting from your phone makes the three-hour-long drive tolerable. The natural progression from the concrete, city sights to natural scenery doesn’t hurt, either. Soon enough, your truck takes a final turn down an unpaved, dirt road. Each and every bump is just as familiar and nostalgic as they were when you were younger. But without the slight pain to your backside.

You reach the end of the trail, the lake house revealing itself once your pass the last of the towering pines. It’s exactly as you remember it, untouched by time. And without any other vehicles in the driveway.

You step out of your parked truck, inhaling the clean, sharp scent of the surrounding area. Instead of uncomfortable dread, you only feel a sense of peace and calm. With a decisive nod, you get to work.

Unpacking your rolling luggage and cooler takes the better part of an hour. Mainly as the backup generator had to be fired up and the A/C needed to circulate. Blessedly, you don’t find any traces of dust or dirt inside. The place is spotless, the trash having been emptied. Once you’re settled inside, your stomach makes its emptiness known.

Lunch is a simple sandwich, chips, and a chilled bottle of your favorite iced tea. Hunger sated, you tackle the few dirtied dishes and rack them. As you dry your hands, your wrist tingles and cools.

Your gaze lifts towards an uncurtained window, past the glass and out towards the overcast lake. This is your chance.

Brisk footsteps lead you out onto the wooden pier. Here, you used to dangle your bare feet above the lake’s surface and watch the peaceful scenery. But now, you cautiously inch towards the pier’s edge on tense hands and knees to stare down into the water. There’s nothing unusual. Just a few fish gliding along as if they’re flying.

A swift shape darts by and underneath the pier. You stifle a gasp and squint through the small gaps between the wood.

But a sweet, low chirrup interrupts your search. Your gaze turns back towards the pier’s end. Vivid sea-green eyes peer up at you, framed by a heart-shaped face, a button nose, and long, dark green hair. And her light teal skin is smooth and flawless.

Her full lips lift into a sweet smile, one that makes your cheeks fill with a pleasant warmth. It’s an addicting feeling and you find yourself moving to meet her at the pier’s end. Her smile grows even sweeter and your pulse flutters in your chest.

“It’s really you,” you breathe.

Your childhood savior tilts her head to the side, chirping softly. She blinks up at you in an endearing way and you realize the issue.

“You can’t understand me, can you?”

As if hearing the sad tone in your voice, she reaches out her hand and grazes it against yours. Seeing the thin membrane between her fingers, you carefully twine yours with hers. Her skin is cold to the touch but not unpleasant in the humid, summer heat.

She hums, drawing your attention. Her face is much closer than before. Glancing down, you see water curling up from the lake to rest underneath her lithe form, acting as a seat. She purses her lips and your eyes follow the movement of her plush mouth.

Pulse pounding, and hoping your assumption is right, you lean down towards her. She lifts her free hand to cup your warming cheek and meets you halfway.

The kiss is chaste and sweet, and when she opens her mouth in invitation, you immediately accept. She tastes of the berries you used to gather in the past, rich and bright. Your tongue brushes against something sharp and you gasp. But she soothes the sting with her own tongue before tapering off the kiss with smaller pecks.

Dazed, you pull back panting softly. She shows her white, fanged teeth with a grin.

“I can understand you now,” she murmurs, licking her lips.

You feel no fear from the hungry gleam in her eyes. Instead, it sends shivers racing up and down your spine.

“Who are you?”

She brushes the pad of her thumb against your bottom lip.

“You may call me Maris.”

You’re torn between catching your breath or indulging yourself in her again. The choice is made for you when someone calls your name.

Startled, you push away from the pier’s end and land hard on your rear. With a groan, you clamber to your feet, hissing and squirting through the pain. The face you meet isn’t familiar at first thanks to the neat, trimmed beard he has. But if you removed the facial hair, the black-rimmed glasses and the dark bags underneath his eyes…

“Silas?”

Your cousin blinks at you as if fully recognizing you for the first time. He smiles awkwardly and holds up a large hand in greeting.

“Yeah. It’s…it’s good to see you.”

You honestly don’t know if you can truly say the same. But you nod in reply, regardless.

“What’re you doing here?”

“I could ask the same of you,” he says.

His bushy brows knit together as if trying to discern your reason. The gesture leaves a sour taste in the back of your mouth. It reminds you of how he and Simon would wrench your words from your mouth when you were little. Like pulling teeth. But you don’t budge and refuse to give in. To your surprise, he does.

“Things...at home aren’t going so well. Sara can’t stand to look at me and my little girl…”

You didn’t expect to learn about his marital problems, let alone the fact that he was married with a child.  

“So you need a place to stay, right?”

He nods.

“Just until this small thing blows over.”

With the way his hands clutch helplessly at the air by his sides, you know this ‘small thing’ has to be colossal. But it isn’t any of your business and you hope to keep it that way.

“I already claimed the larger guestroom,” you say. “But the other’s up for grabs and so is the master suite. There’s still room in the fridge for any food you’ve brought.”

Silas rubs the back of his neck and mutters a quick “thank you”.

“I’ll be sure to stay out of your way.”

His retreating shoulders slouch, burdened by an invisible weight as he trudges off the pier towards the lake house. You release the breath you were holding in a slow, steady stream. This wasn’t part of the plan, but you’ll have to make due. You always had as a child and still could.

Before following after Silas, you turn back towards the lake just as a breeze ripples the water’s surface. Sunlight shines down on the peaceful scene.

Maris is gone.

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Hamilton Walking Dead  Chapter 2: Two Months Later

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“Damn it!” You exclaim before kicking the vehicle in a rough manner. The motor vehicle that you were driving has apparently shut down for good. Despite being so close to South Carolina that’s only miles away. Though one issue is that there was a herd of walkers coming to yall direction at any moment. Alexander's belly has gotten a bit bigger in which worries seemingly that you may believe that he could be pregnant with twins.  Though that’s not the case to be jumping to a conclusion right now. The anxiety has increased into your system you can’t panic now since Alexander is about a couple days away from popping his unborn child out. Still, you need to find a place for the night before heading to South Carolina.

“Your name, easy my child” Alexander spoke

The Caribbean male gave you a small smile while carrying his rifle and the duffle that contain the supplies of food, water, and clothing. Offering to take some of the items so Alex can rest easy. Your guardian has been feeling more tired than usual but that because of the pregnancy and the long traveling hours. You did make some stops whenever Alexander felt nausea or needed to do his business in the woods.  Worrying that you and your guardian might not make it to South Carolina before the baby is born. Along with the fact that a huge snowstorm is on the way. Freezing by the cold even though both of you are wearing warm sweaters.

“Alex, I can’t take it easy. We’re so close to South Carolina but yet this damn vehicle has failed us!!” You said before kicking the old car harshly.

Your father gently places his hand on your shoulder in which comforted you as it always does. After spending two months on the road was tough and dangerous since there were many changes to the traveling route. Especially avoiding the herd of walkers and rouge groups. Nearly being shot to death if it for weren’t Alexander being pregnant. There was a time where your guardian has gotten sick a couple of times but still cautiously for his health and for your unborn sibling.  It wasn’t like the old days anymore there are doctors to find on the streets, no electricity,  constantly traveling on the road, and... having to mature at a young age. Nobody can be themselves as the person they have once become.

“Come on, there should be a cabin in the woods” Alexander suggested

Only nodding as your response before your guardian hiss in pain before dropping down to his knees. Your instinct shot through your body as before laying Alexander inside the vehicle. Began worrying as you notice that he was breathing heavily and made you wonder if his fever has suddenly returned from the cold last week. Hamilton gently squeezes while breathing heavily as he struggles to speak for a moment.  

Though he was interrupted as both of you heard moans and groans of walkers that are coming from a distance. Your heart sank a bit before quickly slamming the car door shut before both you and Alexander huddle down to avoid being seen by the walkers. Luckily, Alexander thought it would be safe to cover the window with pitch black clothing and curtain mix together. Keeping your low and a whisper tone since any sort of the sound would attract the walkers. Alexander bit his lower lip harshly where blood was sliding down that was blend with tears as well.

“Your name....t...t...he...baby. The...baby is coming” Alexander whispers

Choices 2:

What!? Right now?

Shit!!

We gotta go now!!

(Again, there is no right or wrong answer)

A.” What!? Right now?”

Feeling your heart just sank down to your stomach as you’re just trying process the new information into your mind. Not realizing you were dazing out until hearing a walker bumping against the car. Causing you and Hamilton jump a little but continue being quiet as the herd continues walking by. Seeing that your guardian is breathing heavier than ever and wouldn’t be the safe place to give birth especially at this moment. Placing your hands on your head just want to make sure is true and wasn’t just a part of a figment.

“Your name, the baby...the baby is coming” Alexander repeated

“What!? Right now?” You question in disbelief realizing that your guardian is indeed in labor.

Hamilton nodded his head before whining a bit due to the pain of the contraction. The knot inside your stomach was starting to be pulled tighter but you can’t worry about it. You need to get yourself and Alexander to a shelter so the baby can be born in a safe and warm environment. Looking around in the car in which you notice a bag full of firecrackers. You kept them just in case to distract the walkers and this was the perfect opportunity.  Grabbing three of the biggest firecrackers before silently opening one of the windows. Using one of the few matches you were saving but it was worth the sacrifice.

Lighting up the three firecrackers before tossing them in the opposite direction. A few seconds later you heard loud cracking popping in all direction. Luckily, the walkers quickly follow to the sound of the firecrackers. Once the coast was clear even it was only for a moment. This is the time to escape right now before there’s no chance of escaping. Grabbing the two duffle bags and the rifle. Silently counting to three before bursting the door open. Some of the walkers started heading in your direction.  Without missing a beat directionally aim your rifle at them and blast their brains out one by one. Hamilton manages to follow you despite being in pain of the contraction. You hated seeing him weak but Alexander was determined and stubborn that he give up on his unborn child.

Shooting three more walkers into their head as yall miraculously made it to the woods wherefore to find an abandoned cabin. Hopefully, Alexander can rest easily and can give birth to his unborn child that is until your guardian lean against the tree. The pain is unbearable for him to continue the journey even further. Wherefore you knew it time to deliver your new baby brother or sister.

B: “Shit!”

“Shit!”  you curse underneath your breath. This is the worst moment for Alexander to be giving birth right now especially. My mind is going blank at the moment wondering what to do at the moment. The panic was starting to slip through your veins but knowing that you couldn’t panic right now. Looking over to see if anything was useful in the vehicle but so far nothing. Cursing your silent before notice a large stone near one of the seats. Looking around your surrounding you saw another abandoned van that could make enough noise to distract the walkers. Silently lowering the drivers’ window before counting to three as you toss the large stone shatter the window of the abandoned van.

The glass shatter was enough to attract the walkers but also with the van alarm. The other vehicle alarm pierces through yours and Alexander ears. Opening the car door slowly before you and the Caribbean immigrant dash into the forest. Luckily there weren’t any walkers that you into the forest. Not sure how long both of you walked into the forest but suddenly Alexander lean against the tree while breathing heavily. Sweats and tears were rolling his face bearing the pain of being in labor. Getting a blanket and pillow to make your guardian feel comfortable before cutting Alexander pants off. Holding his hand gently as he gave it a light squeeze.

“Get ready, Your name. It’s time....” Alex spoke before continue to breathe heavily.

Loading your rifle with bullets just in case if any walker dares to sneak up on yall. Wiping the sweat of Alexander's’ forehead as your guardian gave you a weak smile. Feeling worried coursing through your body wondering if your father is going to survive this labor. You couldn’t bear the thought of losing the only father figure you have. Taking a deep breath as you prepare yourself to help Alexander to deliver his unborn child. It’s now or never.

C. “We gotta go now!”

Your face went pale as white like the snow before checking out your surrounding. There was nothing inside that could be useful as a distraction toward the walkers. So far, there was nothing but the duffle bags filled with supplies of food, water, and weapons as well. Wanting to punch the vehicle but couldn’t since you didn’t want to seek the walkers' attention. Taking a deep breath before seeing to dead walkers on the road. Thinking of a way of attempting to escape from the walkers as you slowly exit out of a vehicle before kneeling down near one of the dead walkers before chopping its guts open. Rubbing it guts around your clothing and around your face. Nearly vomiting due to the rotting smell of human flesh. Though it was worth to risk of nearly being a bit or eaten alive by those flesh-eating monsters.

“Bloody hell” you mutter before dropping the second dead walker to one of the abandoned pickup trucks. Placing the dead body on the driver wheel horn letting it out a loud blaring noise.  All the walkers turn their head as they walked toward the pickup truck. Rushing toward your vehicle as Alexander is cover in sweats. Quickly grabbing the two duffle bags along with the rifle.

“We gotta go,now !”  you exclaim

Hamilton nodded as his only respond since due to the pain of the contraction. Rushing toward the trail in the woods where a few walkers overcome your path. Shooting all of them in the dead with missing a beat. Their dead bodies collapsed onto the ground while you and Alexander walked over them. Hearing your father taking in even deeper breaths knowingly it was becoming more difficult to continue any further. You lean Alexander onto a tall tree letting him sit down before cutting his pants off. Carefully placing on his lap letting your father spread his legs in order to get ready. Alexander looked scared but also at peace knowing that he's’ give birth to his late lover child.  Knowingly that the immigrant was thinking about Aaron right now as he began sobbing quietly.

“Your name...remember this. If I died while giving birth...take care of your newborn sibling. Be strong...don’t let anyone take you down” Alexander quietly spoke

“Dad..please don’t say that. You’re going to see your newborn child. You’re going to see your son or daughter” You responded with tears rolling down your face

“My child...if I turned...don’t hesitate to shoot me in the head. Make sure that you and your newborn sibling arrive at South Carolina and find John Laurens”

Nodding your head promising your father before preparing yourself to help your father to deliver your newborn brother or sister. Tears were sliding down your face while the possibility that your father may die during hard labor. Though harshly wiping your tears not wanting to think about it right now.  This should be a wonderful moment where you shall see your new baby brother or baby sister.

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Alexander began pushing every five minutes or so while biting his lip harshly. Tears were sliding down his cheeks but the pain was worth it. Hearing him cursing a couple of times before pushing again and again until you saw the head of the newborn. Grabbing one of the blankets from the duffle bags before Alexander gave one last push. The baby began crying a bit loudly but both of you didn’t care. This beautiful human being is now your little brother that has now been welcome to earth. Tears of joy were rolling down your cheeks showing Alexander his newborn son. Hamilton smile for a moment until the Caribbean immigrant began breathing heavily again. Hearing him grunting in pain before coming to your senses realization that Alexander is giving birth to his second child. Your guardian took his newborn son before began to pushing again.

You weren’t mentality prepare that Alexander was actually pregnant with twins. Then again his large pregnant prove it which you scold yourself that for not recognizing sooner. Though it didn’t matter you needed to help your father delivering his second child. Grabbing another blanket from the duffle bags before helping your guardian deliver the second newborn child. This went a bit longer and soon the second newborn child was born into the world but was silent. You and Hamilton began to grow a bit concern for a moment wondering if...the second newborn is....dead.

The immigrant began crying believing that his second newborn child, his beautiful daughter is born as a stillborn. You believe that as well and began preparing a grave until you heard the little girl began crying. Hamilton began crying and laughing with joy and love as he carried both of his beautiful children. The lovely twins that are now welcome to earth but into the world filled with monster and danger. Still, you would do anything to protect your new younger siblings.

Hey yall, I’m back with another Chapter of the Hamilton Walking Au in which I’m still contuining till the end.

[feldintobed]

Finally ever after. part 1

11/2/2020

I am getting ready for Hunting season. Packing my cloths and gear for a long couple of weeks up north. I go thru my packing list. Bras, panties, long underwear, camouflage cloths, hats, boots gloves. Everything I could possibly need for a hunting trip in the woods. I make sure I put a vibrator in the bottom of my bag. The nights can get long . Grab a couple magazine's too. Make sure everything is off in the apartment. Its time to hit the road to some family land about an hour or 2 north. I turn the music up in my old pickup and back out of my parking spot at the apartments. I am jamming to my favorite 90s early 2000s music. Singing at the top of my lungs. Jamming and having a blast. Looking forward to seeing family. Cousins, aunts and uncles..Its such a fun time. There is always someone I hope to see. Cory. He grew up next door to me and we have been friends forever. FRIENDS WITH BENIFITS when we see eachother. He moved out of state a couple years ago to go work in the oil fields. He is hardly ever home and single. He has been my older brothers best friend since we were kids. So he has always been invited to go with us hunting.

I need to get gas, so i stop at my usual gas station and who is there? Uncle Donny and my cousins Casey and Jenna. We chit chat for a bit. Uncle Donny is the one that owns the property and have built a HUGE log home with many rooms and amenities in it, including a Sauna, Hot tub, an outdoor pool. Huge bath house especially for hunting weekends. He wont let me pay for my gas and give me a kiss on the cheek and said "see you soon sweetheart. "

I still ran in to grab a couple snacks for the rest of my trip and go pee. I also grabbed a box of rubbers, just in case Cory was gonna be there. I jump back in my truck and turn the key and the music is just blaring. I head back on the road and my mind starts to wander. I think about years past, the deer we have harvested. Then Cory. His sandy blond curly hair and thick neck from all the years of wrestling. His dusty blue eyes. Crooked smile.His rock hard abbs and his butt. He always wears those tight jeans and cowboy boots with his tshirts. We have hung out since we were kids. When we got to be in High School. He started coming over to see me, more than my brother Matt. We never officially dated but hung out alot. Watched movies and stuff. He was worse than Matt when it came to me dating other boys. He ran them off pretty quick. Shortly after i Graduated High school we hooked up regularly for a little while but never told anyone. We grew apart with time but have always enjoyed spending time together when he's around. He was on the wrestling team in college. So we would see eachother from time to time when his team wrestled my teams. He always made sure he stayed the weekend with me in my dorm. The last couple years those weekends were very hot and heavy. Thankfully roommates were never an issue, they knew when Cory was coming. I kept day dreaming about those times we had in my dorm room.

I hear my phone buzz. Its a text from Cory

" Cant wait to see ya. Wanna bunk together?"

My heart starts to race. I pull over so I can respond to his text. What do I say? How do i not sound to egar?

" Cant wait to see you too. Think we can pull it off again? " The last few years we have managed to find an excuse to room together. No one has any idea we actually hook up.

I see my turn up ahead. I am about 3 minutes away from the cabin. I can feel my pussy getting wet with excitement. The driveway is long and bumpy, my tits are bouncing all over the place. I pull into my normal parking area and am greeted by Kids, and dogs. I grab my gear and realize I am the last one there. No rooms left. Darn ;)

Uncle Donny shouts " how about you bunk with Cory again? you 2 seem to get along alright"

" Alright, what room this year?"

"He's in the room at the end of the hall upstairs on the right. " My heart skiped a beat thinking, do they know because that room is a suite. It has its own bathroom, shower and even its own little walk out deck. Usually saved for Aunts and Uncles.

I wanted to get settled in before scouting out the woods. I drag al my gear up to my room. Hoping Cory will be there since he didnt greet me when I pulled in. He must be out in the woods with Matt and the other guys. So i take the moment to unpack and get cleaned up.

I turn the shower on to warm up, and get undressed. As I am getting my hair wet, I hear the door to the room open. Is it Cory?

" Honey, dinner will be ready in 15 minutes" Aunt Lori said.

" Okay, ill be right down" I said back. I rub my pussy a little to feel how wet I am. I finish my shower quick and come out of the bathroom to get dressed. I grab an old college shirt and some Jeans. Get dressed and then I notice it. There is a single red rose on the bed with a note addressed to me.

I sit on the bed and open the card.

"Babe, I cant stop thinking about you. You have been the best thing in my life since we were kids. Moving away from you was the hardest thing I have ever had to do. I think about you often. Can we talk tonight after dinner? -c" I wonder if Aunt Lori saw this. I pick up the rose and smell it, they are my favorite flower.

I head downstairs and my brother Matt, Cory and the older boy cousins are all at the huge dining table eating. I get my food and sit across from Matt and Cory. Matt is asking me about work and my drive, and my truck. Cory adds to the convo by talking about work.

I feel a foot touch my leg and look at Matt and he is shoving food in his face like he hasnt eaten in a week. Cory has a small half smile on his face. I start to blush and keep eating. The foot continues to rub my leg for the rest of dinner.

Uncle Donny is already outside with a huge fire going. Aunt Lori and Kassie are doing dishes. I offer to help, but am quickly shooed out of the Kitchen. I head outside to see Uncle Donny has added a full Bar to his Patio area and head over to grab a beer. I say hello to the rest of the family and sit down on one of the benches by the fire. My hair is still wet from my shower so i am starting to get cold. Cory comes over with a blanket and wraps us both up in it. We both gaze into the fire. Talk about old times. After a while, the younger kids and their moms head in, to tuck them in for the night. The guys start talking about the plan for tomorrow, scouting out deer stands, cleaning brush and getting ready for opener.

I feel Corys warm hand on my leg. " Will you go for a walk with me?" to which i agreed. We both found an excuse to sneak away. I find him in our usual spot, under the biggest Oak tree on the land. This time was different. He grabbed me by the hand and we walked slowly down a freshly mowed trail. Towards the creek.

The stars were beautiful between the trees. We make small talk, catching up. I notice light in the distance by the creek. What is going on? is what i am thinking.

I stop and say. "Looks like someone else is out here already, we dont wanna get caught now."

"Babe, no one is out here, I promise." we continue walking hand in hand to the creek, where there are candles all over, hanging from trees, on the ground, on logs with a blanket in the middle with my favorite beer in it.

He guides me to sit down on the blanket so i do. Thinking this is just a sweet way to get some alone time without getting caught.

"Did you get my note?" he asked.

"Yeah, what on earth is going on?" as i give him a brotherly punch on the shoulder. I grab a beer and crack it open.

" I dont know if I can be just friends with you anymore, Jo. We are perfect for eachother. You have been my best friend since we were 5. I want to take our relationship more seriously. I want you to be my 1 and only girl. "

Cory and I have had alot of our Firsts together. First Kiss, First Date. We even lost our virginity to eachother my Junior year in Highschool after Homecoming.

" Cory, I dont know what to say. I have always loved you, you are my best friend too. What are you asking me?"

" I wanna marry ya some day Jo. You are the girl for me. No other girls has ever measured up to you. I want you, forever. " Cory leans in to Kiss me. I lean in to Kiss him back. I stop a second and say " yes Cory, I will be your one and only girl."

As we are kissing I find myself leaning back with Cory next to me. I feel his strong hand slide up my shirt in the back and unhook my bra. Our tongues are dancing with each other. I reach out and grab around him and squeeze his super sexy ass. He moves to kissing my neck. His hands moving to my breasts. Squeezing my D cup tits.

I move my hand to the front and feel the bulge in his pants, and squeeze. He groaned a little with pleasure. We take each others shirts off and my bare breasts are exposed and Nipples getting hard. " Jo, you are so beautiful." as he lightly touched my cheek and runs his hand down to my breasts and around my nipples. Rolling them between his thumb and fingers. We start to kiss passionately again. I roll Cory on his back and straddle him. I can see a silly grin on his face as he watches my tits bounce up and down as i am grinding on his crotch.

I slowly reach down and unbuckle his belt, and undo his tight Jeans. I take a moment to enjoy the view of his rock hard pecks and abbs, and rub my hands down his chest and stomach feeling every chiselled muscle. I slid my hand over his crotch area again pulling his pants down, and his fully erect cock pops out at me. I bounce with excitement. I quickly take my own jeans off and lay down next to him again. We kiss some more, touching eachothers bodys, getting to know them again. My hand finds his cock and I start to squeeze. Moving my hand up and down his hard shaft. His hand slides between my legs and plays with the lips of my pussy. I Grab his hand and direct it to THE spot. He grins and continues to rub my clit as i press in on him and stroke his very large dick.

We continue to make out and he lays me on my back and pushed my legs apart a little bit. Climbs on top of me. I can feel his cock near my pussy. He guides it in my wet pussy. We both feel it. We are connected again. Just like old times. We both start to thrust our hips, his cock is so big, it hurts a little, but the good pain. He moves it in and out, over and over. He leans down to kiss me. We passionately make love. I mange to get on top of him, to ride his cock like a cowgirl. I bounce up and down on his shaft. I can tell he is enjoying the show of my Tits bouncing and the feeling of my pussy sliding over his shaft. I go faster and harder. Cory is making the face. The one where he is about to blow his load.

I hop off and tell him to cum on my tits. So he finishes off with a HUGE load all over my breasts.

We take a moment to lay back and look at the stars.

" How did you pull off setting this up Cory?"

" Do you really wan a know babe?

"Yeah, I thought you and Matt were scouting out deer stands" Cory gets a big grin on his face.

"Matt helped me set it all up. He knows about us, and has for years. Your Aunt Lori does too. I asked her to set us up with the Suite we got and she is the one that put note and rose on the bed for me.

" Who else knows? I am so surprised Cory. This is so amazing. How are we gonna tell everyone?"

"Babe, they have all known for years that we liked eachother and suspected we hooked up occasionally. We sneak off together, we share a room, a deer stand even sometimes. We both have those I got laid faces too." We start to get stuff packed up and blow the candles out. Once we are packed up we walk back to the house. Hand in hand. Aunt Lori runs over and says " Well" Cory gives her a nod. She gives us both a huge hug.

My brother Matt comes over to pat Cory on the back. " You break my sisters heart, Ill kill ya man." They hug like old friends. We all sit around the fire until late in the night, drinking beer and having good laughs. Cory wraps me in the blanket again and says, " Babe, wheres your bra? you had one earlier."

I smiled and said "Ooh, I didnt even realize, its probably still by the creek." I thought, oh shit, we are so busted. But i guess it doesnt matter anymore. Cory is my man now. I give him a kiss on the cheek and say goodnight to everyone and head in for the night. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day getting everything set up for opener.

I go in the house and Lori stops me, and asked for details. I told her that we are officially together now. " Good, check your nightstand sweetie"

I head upstairs and brush my hair and teeth and put my usual PJs on and walk over to the night stand. There are some really sexy pieces if lingerie. Classy and elegant to revealing and raunchy. l pick a raunchy one to shock Cory with. I quick change into a black bathing suit looking one, its crotchless and has holes where the breasts go. I know he has always been obsessed with tittys, he would " accidentally" touch mine all time growing up. I lay down on the King size bed waiting for Cory.

When he comes in the room, he is just beaming with joy. He hasnt even seen me yet. " Babe, it feels good to let everyone know we are together. The guys and i had a great time, the are so happy for us..." He stops mid sentence and drops his phone when he finally sees me laying on the bed in my very sexy lingerie.

"Holy shit Jo, you look fuckin hot" I smile at him and motion for him to come lay down with me. He quick gets undressed and climbs into bed with me. " You ready to go again babe?" I ask him before I slide my hand to his swelling dick.

When its fully erect its like 8inches and thick. It completely fills me.

I rub the shaft of his cock and see him really enjoying this. So I do something every man loves. I kiss the tip of his cock and i hear him say to himself, "ooh yeah" I flick the head with my tongue, he squirms with pleasure. I slowly wrap my lips around his cock and put as much of it in my mouth as I can. Moving my tongue around to add to the pleasure. I move up and down slowly. Swirling my tongue however i can, because his cock fills so much if my mouth. " ooh yea babe, that feels amazing. Suck my cock." I pick up the pace, I moan to have the vibrations stimulate his cock even more. He is making all kinds of groaning noises. He pulls the hair away from my face so he can enjoy the show better. I go even faster now, up and down up and down. My tits are bouncing on his legs. " I wanna fuck you again and again Jo. You are all mine now." He pulls me off his cock and bends me over the bed, and slams his huge dick in my pussy. He thrusts his hips over and over slamming it inside me deeper and deeper. I am moaning with pleasure." Ooh yeah, fuck me". He grabs my hair and pulls it, causing me to arch my back breasts bouncing up and down from his thrusts. Which we can both see in the Mirror covered closet we are facing. He continues to fuck me. We lay back down on the bed with him holding my legs up in the air and fucks me hard and deep. In the heat of passion i manage to get him on his back and ride him again, like we did earlier. Up and down up and down, tits bouncing, " Ooh yeah, I love your huge cock in my pussy. Its all mine now. Cory fuck me again from behind"

He flips us around and bends me over the bed again to finish me off. I have my fingers rubbing my clit, moaning and saying " fuck me" over and over. I feel the rush of an orgasm coming. I let out huge moans of pleasure as I climax. He pulls out again and asks to cum on my face. I sit below him. He is beating his cock hard, making all kinds of moaning noises . Here comes the warm salty fluid squirting all over my face. He lets out a huge sigh and He sits down beside me on the floor and says

" God that was amazing. I get to fuck you like that for the rest of our lives"

I go and clean up. " Do you want me to stay in this outfit tonight Cory? " he very excitedly responds "yes babe, you look so sexy, where did you get that from?"

We both answer at the same time " Aunt Lori"

We settle in for the night, holding eachother close for the first time in a long time. I fall asleep to Corys hand on my breast and cock between my legs.

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Youth | Pt. 1

Hey guys! I wrote this series on my old blog but never ended up finishing it. But after reading it again, I’ve decided to rewrite and try finishing it this time. Hope you enjoy! - Hana

Focus: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 2k+

Genre: Fluff, Angst, College!au, Gang!au

Summary: A gang of delinquents go to your university. After your first encounter, things have been a crazy ride.

Warnings: Light alcohol and drug mentions, swearing.

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You groaned when you opened your eyes, immediately blinded by the sharp glare of the sun. It was Monday morning, your least favourite day of the week. Not because it meant an entire week of classes to get through, although that was a reason too, but there was always something that went wrong for you. Either you lost something, forgot something, hurt yourself or got yelled at by your parents. Although, that happened every other day of the week too.

You dragged yourself out the front door after getting ready, not putting much of an effort into your appearance, and started walking to the hell hole you visited every day. As you walked with your earphones plugged in, blocking the sound of morning traffic, your mind wandered. In your head, you checked off the mental list of homework and other tasks that already had to be done, and sighed in satisfaction as you realised you didn’t forget anything.

The day looked slightly better. That was until your university campus came into view and you checked your watch to realise you only had five minutes until you needed to be sitting in class. You cursed under your breath and sped up your pace.

Of course I have to be late on a Monday.

As you crossed the road, a sleek black pickup truck came speeding towards you.

What the fuck?

Already halfway down the street, you made a run for it to the other side, reaching the curb just in time. The truck went past at incredible speed and you realised that it belonged to one of your school’s delinquents, Seokjin. He and his gang of badass friends were shouting profanities while blasting rap music through the vehicle’s speakers.

Charming.

Their group of friends bothered you just like the rest of the school. But they were on another level. Even the most social people stayed clear of their seven-member gang, mostly because they were afraid and intimidated by them. Countless rumours surrounded them, things like drinking and going to clubs on the daily, and even stealing drugs. They committed crimes and had been arrested multiple times. But you didn’t really care.

“Watch where you’re going, dickhead!” You shouted after them as they made a sharp right into the school parking lot. Of course, they couldn’t hear you cussing at them, and you knew that.

So annoying.

Most of the time, you wished they didn’t exist. Or at least, didn’t go to your university. But sometimes it made the boring prison filled with the same tedious routine, or so-called educational institution, a bit more interesting. Everyone was against their acts completely, however the pranks they pulled and other exciting and rebellious things they did became hot gossip topics that the whole campus fed on. Sometimes, it entertained you, too.

But you needed to study. It was the one thing you had to do right. Thankfully, only two of them shared classes with you, Namjoon and Yoongi. You had never conversed with either of them.

In fact, none of them ever conversed with anyone outside of their group. Namjoon was super smart, but also very intimidating and unapproachable. No one had ever seen him crack a smile. The same was with Yoongi, however he was always ditching class and never completed assignments. It was a mystery how he managed to keep up. But one thing was for certain, the two of them were especially close.

You made your way into the building and looked up to see the big clock in the corridor. You were late, so you hurried over to your classroom. As you walked, you caught two people standing together from the corner of your eye.

Well, what do you know?

You turned your eyes to Namjoon, who was talking with a low voice to Yoongi. The two of them were leaning against the wall, looking serious and pissed off, to say the least.

Someone seems to be having an ugly Monday morning too. 

“He came to me last night. Said he wanted to talk,” you heard Yoongi say with a slight anger in his voice.

“What the fuck is wrong with him? What did you say?” Namjoon replied, sharing the same expression as Yoongi. You realised that you were eavesdropping but before you could move away, Namjoon caught you staring and the two boys abruptly stopped talking. Both Namjoon and Yoongi were now looking at you, and you realised it was the first time you had made proper eye contact with either of them.

“You can stop staring and keep walking,” Namjoon said with an annoyed tone. You didn’t want to start anything, but a part of you was still annoyed at what happened on the road.

“Oh I’m sorry, little piece of-,” you cut yourself off as you realised what your were saying. But he already heard you.

He narrowed his eyes, glaring at you, and his demeanour suddenly changed. He pushed himself off the wall and made his way over to you. You held your ground and glared back at him.

“What did you just say, girly?”

“Oh, you didn’t hear me? Shall I say it louder for you, dickhead?”

Woah. Back up, Y/N. What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you have a death wish?

Namjoon raised his eyebrows in shock. “Listen here-”

“Aish, leave her alone. She’s just a stupid girl who doesn’t know anything,” a voice behind Namjoon spoke. You tilted your eyes to Yoongi, who stood carelessly against the wall.

It was then you noticed something you hadn’t noticed before. 

Yoongi had really dark brown eyes that gave off a lazy gaze as he stood carelessly with one shoulder leaning on the wall. On the other side, his hand was shoved into his jacket pocket. The tips of his mint green hair touched his lashes, while his sharp jawline made you stare. His skin was paler than most, but it made it even harder to look away.

But you were soon knocked out of your gaze when he raised his eyebrows and gave the tiniest of smirks, challenging you. In return, you narrowed your eyes. Before you could muster out your reply, the door to the classroom burst open and your lecturer stood, darting his eyes between the three of you.

“It would be much appreciated if you could quit the chatting outside my classroom door.”

You bowed in apology and made your way inside, thankful the professor had caught you. He watched you go inside, before nodding at the two boys standing outside.

“Aren’t you a part of this class too?”

You sat down in your seat which was angled so that you could see outside the door. Namjoon had an irritated look on his face, however Yoongi just looked bored, not giving a damn. He was clearly used to this.

They made their way into the classroom, walking past you. You looked up at Yoongi as he came closer. You made eye contact as his hand raised up to flick your hair off your shoulder.

Wait, what the hell was that?

They took their seats at that back of the room. You were thankful they didn’t sit near you in the middle. The rest of the class was silent, watching them. You could feel eyes on you and by reflex, turned around. You caught Yoongi staring at you, with his chin resting on his knuckles. He was judging your appearance for what seemed like a lifetime, but only lasted a second. He ruffled the hairs behind his head while leaning back into his chair and went to whisper something to Namjoon. But you turned around before any of them could make eye contact with you again.

You looked up, eyes scanning the room. A few people you saw were giving you stares. Confused, curious, and envious stares. The palms of your hand suddenly began to sweat and you quickly pulled out your notebook to distract yourself and started taking notes.

During the rest of class, you took notes diligently, and didn’t dare look behind you. Once the lecturer announced the end of class, books began to slam shut and the sound echoed around the room. You took your time packing up your things, and let everyone leave. When the classroom was almost empty, you started to make your way out.

“Wait.”

Your shoulders stiffened and you turned around slowly. Shit.

“What’s your name?” Namjoon asked.

Oh fuck, he’s asking for my name. What were you supposed to say? You didn’t want to give them your name.

“C’mon, I don’t have all fucking day.”

Okay, Y/N. You can do this. Just, show the least amount of interest or care in the world. 

“None of your business, dickhead.”

Oh, FUCK. I let that last part slip.

“Excuse me?” He chuckled darkly, smirking. “Do you know who you’re talking to?”

He’s laughing. Oh my god, Y/N. If you weren’t dead before, you sure are now.

“I really don’t care. If you’ll excuse me?” you mustered out.

You tried to play it cool, but you were failing miserably. Your heart was thumping in your chest, ringing in your ears. You were pretty sure they could hear it too. You flicked your eyes over to Yoongi, who once again had an expressionless look on his face.

“Y/N, isn’t it?” He said in a deep, raspy voice.

And just like that, your heart beat stopped. 

Before you could answer, a phone went off. Yoongi reached into his pocket and answered. 

“Yah, Jimin?” Namjoon’s attention diverted towards Yoongi and you took the split second opportunity and made a run for it.

You ran hard and fast.

But it was Monday, and Mondays were always bad.

You ran. You collided. You fell.

I really hate Mondays. Why, oh why, did things have to go so wrong?

Your gaze looked up to see none other than Park Jimin, who was staring down at you with a look of surprise and confusion, holding a phone close to his ear. You stared back up, suddenly realising the tense situation you were in. The sound of quick footsteps approached from behind you, so you quickly stood up and adjusted your clothing.

“So sorry about that,” you said without making any more eye contact, feeling really embarrassed and awkward. You flipped around, seeing Yoongi and Namjoon coming towards you. In your panic, you frantically gathered your things, not realising something had dropped out of your bag. Pushing your hair out of your eyes, you began to quickly walk away, not daring to look back again.

That was until a voice spoke from behind you.

“Uh… you dropped something…” Jimin spoke, halting you in your tracks. You turned to face him, only to be horrified by what was in his hand.

Un-fucking-believable.

You heard a howl of laughter coming from none other than Namjoon. You snatched the lady product from a flushed Jimin, you yourself blushing furiously. You fumbled with it in your hand, trying to find a place to put it, before finally shoving it into your bag.

“I see now why you’re so feisty today,” Namjoon chuckled.

He did not just say that.

Suddenly really mad, you walked up to him and said, “Listen here. You don’t get to make assumptions about me like that, alright? How about you take a look at yourself for once, dickhead. You’d find it pays to keep your mouth shut sometimes.”

I am clearly out of my mind today.

Namjoon leaned down to be level with your shorter frame and whispered in your ear, “Are you sure you’re not going to regret talking to me like that, sweetheart?”

Oh, I already do.

Suddenly, a hand reached out and grabbed Namjoon by the shoulder.

“Stop it, hyung. You don’t treat girls that way,” Jimin spoke. He reached out his hand to you and introduced himself, “I’m Jimin, sorry about him. He’s not very nice to people.”

It threw you off that he was so nice. However, you knew he was a flirtatious type, so you weren’t sure. So instead, you just stood there, still blushing, staring at his hand.

“I don’t have time for this,” Yoongi groaned, pushing his way through between Namjoon and Jimin. “I’m ditching.” He slowed down a little once he approached you and said in a low voice, “Just don’t bother us again.” He stuck a lollipop in his mouth and walked off.

“Hyung, don’t you think Yoongi’s being a little weird today?” Jimin said.

“His brother came yesterday. They had another fight,” Namjoon replied. Jimin had a look of shock across on his face.

You realised you were now intruding on a personal and important conversation once again, so you turned to leave.

“Don’t think I forgot about you, girly.” You didn’t reply, and just kept walking.

Pt. 2 

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AMC’s The Walking Dead Season 7, Episode 9: “Rock in the Road” Directed by Greg Nicotero Written by Angela Kang

* For a recap & review of the previous episode, “Hearts Still Beating” – click here * For a recap & review of the next episode, “New Best Friends” – click here Here it is – the mid-season premiere! Open on Alexandria. Father Gabriel (Seth Gilliam) stands on watch at the top of the gate, everything is dark. He passes time reading the Bible. But it’s getting harder to read, you can tell by the look on his face. Soon he goes back to one of the houses, starts piling canned food into a box and looking through the inventory, most of which is going to The Saviors. He packs what he can into a car, gasses up, then heads out into the night. Is he bringing things to them? No, I think he wants to hide things from them. That could turn things awful tricky. Back at Hilltop things aren’t so easy, either. Gregory (Xander Berkeley) argues with Rick Grimes (Andrew Lincoln) and his people, he isn’t so convinced the group can do what they say and take out Negan (Jeffrey Dean Morgan) or his Saviors. Maggie (Lauren Cohan), Tara (Alanna Masterson), and the rest try convincing Gregory, but he’s simply not buying it. “You‘re either with us or you ain‘t,” Daryl (Norman Reedus) reminds him. After they’ve gotten nowhere with the fearful leader, Enid (Katelyn Nacon) brings a few people to speak with Rick and the group. One woman named Bertie (Karen Ceesay) tells Maggie that they’re willing to fight, long as they’re shown how to fight and defend themselves properly. This is a good turn of events, they don’t need Gregory when the people at Hilltop are ready to be part of the resistance. Jesus (Tom Payne) also says it’s time that the gang meets King Ezekiel (Khary Payton). Yes! They go to the Kingdom – Jesus, Rick, Daryl, as well as Michonne (Danai Gurira), Carl (Chandler Riggs), Tara, Rosita (Christian Serratos) and Sasha (Sonequa Martin-Green). And there they meet a couple guys on horses, one of whom is Richard (Karl Makinen). It’s amazing to see Rick and the group when they witness the Kingdom. Even better once Morgan (Lennie James) strolls out to see greet them. He tells Rick and Daryl about Carol (Melissa McBride) wanting to be left alone, too. Afterwards they meet the King and Shiva, and it’s a big of a culture shock. Although Rick jumps on in for a chat. He brings up The Saviors, wanting to band together and bring them down. Everybody discusses Negan, his brutality, why he must be stopped. Jesus also chimes in to say that he once thought their deal was something they could all “live with” but that’s all quickly, horribly changed. On top of that we already know Richard doesn’t like The Saviors, he’s on board to get shit done. Ezekiel: “And what plans have you, Rick Grimes of Alexandria?” What comes out is Rick talks about his mother telling him a story when he was a boy, about a road to a kingdom. A little girl and her family went along the road, losing all they had after their wagon hit a rock in the road. The girl, determined never to let the rock hurt another, dug at it until eventually finding a bag of gold. Negan is the rock in the road, and if they’re able to dig him out then at the end of the line is their gold: a world at peace.

Out on his own, Benjamin (Logan Miller) runs into a gun-toting Carol. They talk about general badassery. They also talk about Ezekiel, a little. In this brief exchange, Benjamin instils a tiny smidgen of hope in Carol, somewhere deep down. The fact that this young man still holds hope for mankind, wanting to help others, it sort of goes against everything she’s started believing about the new world. I love that we get a guy like King Ezekiel, too. Because for so long we went from either Rick’s group and their various people, some good and some bad in the end, then there’s The Governor, all those battles, and then it was Terminus, and so on. Once Negan turned it up you start to wonder, if you haven’t read the comics like many of us, if only the big baddies are kicking around. Finally, we get a guy who’s pure, or at least his intentions are of the purest sort. A little later Benjamin actually becomes the voice of reason for the King, in regards to helping the people of Alexandria: “My dad always said that if you‘re asked to be the hero, be a hero.” We find out that Ezekiel has regrets about once sending some of his people into battle, which yielded many dead, many children orphaned. So this is part of why he’s so altruistic at this point in time. He wants to right his wrongs. But Rick has been there, as well. We’ve seen all that. He has demons, he also isn’t a total saint. In the end, Ezekiel won’t agree to help, though offers Daryl asylum from The Saviors. Hmm. Something needs to happen to change the King’s mind. Richard’s on the side of Rick and his friends. That’s not enough. At the moment Daryl’s left at the Kingdom with Rick asking him to try his best on swaying Ezekiel. Over the radio Negan’s voice is heard eulogising Fat Joey. Meanwhile, Rick and Co head onto the highway where they find a bunch of cars blocking the way. They move them with their vehicle while Michonne keeps her eye on the horizon; she spots a strange device. It’s a rope across the road rigged to an explosive device. Now, they’ve got to disarm the thing. Rosita has her hands into the trap’s inner workings, as they hear Negan call out over the radio for men to go searching for Daryl. Following that, Rosita gets the main component of the trap disarmed, and they all go about carefully unwrapping the dynamite and other explosives, watching the road for Saviors or walkers. And sooner than later the undead come shambling from a distance. The group packs up what explosives are in good condition, scrambling to put the cars back in place on the road. A massive horde of zombies works its way up the highway faster than expected, forcing Michonne and Rick into a quick plan. We get one of the coolest zombie killing scenes EVER, as Michonne and Rick use the wire between the cars from the trap to clothesline tons and tons of the walkers before climbing in with the rest of the crew and scooting to safety. Behind them an explosion goes off blasting more meat into the sky. Michonne: “We‘re the ones who live”

Once Rick makes it back to Alexandria they’re greeted by a Saviors convoy. Simon (Steven Ogg) arrives, coy as ever. They’re trying to find Daryl, of course. Simon wants to search the entire place and they go about their business, all the while trashing everything like pigs. The Saviors also come across the empty shelves in the storage garage, the stuff we saw Father Gabriel take in the opener. But they don’t care, not until pickup day. When the group is left on their own again people believe Gabriel ran off with their supplies. But what’s the truth? Rick, Tara, some of them don’t believe he’d do that to them. Turns out they were left a message: BOAT. Mysterious how he knew where Aaron (Ross Marquand) and Rick had gone. So, another journey is at hand. When the crew make out for the boat on the lake they find footprints. They follow them to an old factory in a field where they encounter people with guns, many others with weapons; MANY. But Rick smiles in the face of it all. Literally. A big shit-eating grin. Is it a ‘bring it on’ smile, or a ‘these people can help us’ grin?A great mid-season opener after the break. So many things to look forward to, and lots of character development going on, especially when we get a conversation between Aaron and his partner Eric (Jordan Woods-Robinson). We see that everyone has issues, everyone has worries. This will only continue in the next episode “New Best Friends” and I’m excited. The Walking Dead – Season 7, Episode 9: “Rock in the Road” AMC's The Walking Dead Season 7, Episode 9: "Rock in the Road" Directed by Greg Nicotero…