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stonecoldjerseyfox · 5 years ago

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Jersey on my mind (part 13)

DISCLAIMER: this part contains graphic descriptions of violence, “Walking Dead-style”.

The white smoke seeps through Milas nose, further up toward the ceiling where it dispels in the breeze that seeps through the open window. And yet, the room is stuffy.

The warm, moist climate is unfamiliar to her. At least New Jersey reminded her somewhat of the Russian climate. Not that it got cold to the point where the water pipes froze and caused the entire housing complex to resemble an igloo, but at least there was a change of seasons. Autumn, winter, spring, summer. Despite spending nine years in the states, Mila can find herself missing the Russian climate and all its extreme shifts. The summers were dry and hot, the winters cold and dark. She was hardened by the harsh climate, able to cope with most weather conditions, well, at least she thought she was.

But this heat, which almost feels sticky (and it's not even summer) is very unpleasant.

Mila takes a new flare on the cigarette. She lies on the unmade bed next to Juri and is in the process of smoking her fifth cigarette for the day and feels grouchy.

At breakfast Mila had stormed off, after once again being refused to accompany the others to the quarry for a rehearsal of the ‘grand plan’. She tried to convince them that she felt much better. She was able to walk and stand. It was trickier to sit down and bend her upper body without wearing, but that wasn’t the point.

“Gimme’ some morphine and I’ll be fine.” she said. “It's just a briefing.”

She had fallen into a rather rancorous debate with Daryl before Rick intervened and firmly declared that she would not go with them.

“You stay here. Denise will check on you. Carol and Maggie will also stay-”

Mila yelled at them, then stormed off upstairs and slammed the bedroom door behind her, causing Juri to wake up. Mila rushed over to the bed. “I’m sorry, malysh.” She cooed to the newly awakened boy, rubbing his eyes and collecting his soft toys around him. “Good morning.” she kissed him on the forehead. “Carol made you breakfast downstairs, okay?”

Juri bursted into a sunny smile and Mila kissed him on the forehead once again. While Juri climbed out of bed and rushed downstairs to eat breakfast, Mila took a shower.

She looks angrily at her bandaged stomach.

“I hate you.” she hisses to the bandage.

She hasn’t even bothered to dress properly after the angry shower. For once, she started with the jeans, which is the biggest problem in her attire. As a result, she gave up as soon as they were on her body and the button was buttoned. She laid down on the bed again, in jeans, bra and hat and started smoking, while Juri lay next to her, browsing through the mixtapes Mila constantly carried with her in her backpack. They have been lying there for a while now, listening to everything from Springsteen (their favorite), Grateful Dead and all sorts of country artists, on Juri’s walkman. Willie Nelson, Cash, Alan Jackson, The Highwaymen…

“And we're gonna ride, we're gonna ride. Ride like the one-eyed jack of diamonds, With the devil close behind...” Mila sings with as much feeling she possibly can, without dropping the cigarette.

When she comes to think about it, smoking is hella’ disgusting. Good thing she rarely smokes then. She prefers vodka. From time to time her eyes wander to the backpack on the floor, where there are five bottles of Tovaritch, Russian standard and Stolichnaya, crying out for her attention, to the point where Mila starts to think she hears them talking to her.

She hasn't taken as much as a sip of booze since before they were brought to Alexandria, even though she brought five bottles back with her from the liquor store the other day. But due to the fact that she has been falling asleep at the same time as Juri every evening, she hasn’t had those moments on her own where she drinks herself into apathy before falling asleep. Which should be a good thing, but so far it’s been almost intolerable. She’s constantly irritated (which was directed at Daryl and Rick earlier), has a headache, is dreaming nightmares and feels thirsty all the goddamn’ time. And it’s not for water.

“I'm gonna chase the sky forever, with the woman and the stallion and the wind...”

Mila’s restless, doesn’t like to be left out. She wonders how things are going at the quarry. It would have been nice to let off steam a bit on a bunch of rotten walkers. Then she might not have believed that the vodka bottles talked to her.

The walkman clicks. The tape is over. Juri climbs down from the bed, to pick a new cassette tape from the backpack. But something outside the window catches his attention. Mila hears it too, just doesn’t bother. The boy rushes to the window, where the curtains dance in the breeze, stand on his tippy toes and peeks out.

Mila peers against the window. These are not the usual sounds; no nice greetings as people pass on the street, no birds chirping.

“What is it?” Mila says. “What's going on?”

The boy tears his eyes from the window and starts gesticulating with his hands towards her and mimes; ‘Trouble’. He points to the window.

“Really?” Mila looks at Juri in disbelief from underneath the hat. Juri nods and raises his index fingers in front of him, places them with their fingertips against each other and then pulls them apart. ‘Enemy’. Mila rises on her elbows in the bed. This can’t be good. ”How many are there?” she whimpers. “Show me the fingers.”

Juri lifts all ten fingers, which can mean both ten and more. Mila swears and climbs out of bed. Her head spins a bit when she stumbles over to the window and opens it fully to look out. The scene that meets her eyes causes her heart to speed up, as if she had received an adrenaline injection right into the beating muscle. Scruffy figures are running around in the streets, armed with machetes and knives, attacking the residents. Mila’s eyes are drawn to a male, with the letter “W” carved in his forehead. Her brain comes to life in the matter of seconds, as if it has been on standby mode for several days.

“Son of a-” she sputters. “Give me the gun!”

Juri hurries over to her AK74, takes it and hurries back to the window. Mila grabs the rifle, gives it a quick check to see that it is loaded. Without hesitating, she lifts it out of the window, finds a target, a male whose full attention is directed at Aaron and a woman from the Alexandria community.

On the next exhale, Mila pulls the trigger. The bullet cuts through the air and the man collapses on the asphalt, with a bleeding bullet hole in his neck. Before Mila is able to search for new targets, and before Aaron can call out to her, a loud bang is heard in the other street, which causes her to lower the rifle. Mila turns around and starts searching for her shoes on the floor.

“Juri-” she says, as calm as she can, at the same time as she sees the boots. “I want you to put on your headphones, and stay here. Lock the door, and don’t let anyone in.”

Juri nods obediently, jumps the bed and puts the headphones over his ears, while Mila presses her feet into the boots. Juri presses the on-button on the walkman with his index finger and gives her a thumb up. He’s such a good boy. Mila kisses him on the hair before she opens the door to the bedroom. There’s no time to put on a shirt. She runs out of the room, dressed in jeans, boots, hat and a bra, hurries downstairs and tears the front door open. Aaron runs past on the road, there’s bodies lying on the ground, she hears screaming and yelling. It is as if a light switch turned on in her brain. Her vision is sharper, every muscle, every reflex in her body seems to react faster. Above all, a feeling of indifference. She’s more angry than scared. Her heart pounds with adrenaline.

A familiar, deep voice speaks to her inside her head, makes Milas skin crawl; “What ties us together, Mila, besides blood, is that you are just as crazy as I am. Deep down, we’re the same. Embrace it.” Well, if she’s ever to embrace it... it might as well be now. Crazy mode; on.

With a burning sensation of stark mad anger throughout her body, that scares her as much as it tickles her senses, Mila steps out onto the street. At the same time, a young man, dressed in dark, dirty clothes, comes running rounds the corner of the street, with an axe in his hand. The letter “W” glows red in his forehead. A Wolf. His frantic eyes catch sight of her. Without hesitation, Mila rushes towards him. She’s not particularly strong or bulky, but she's a damn good shot, and she can use a gun for more than shooting things.

She grabs the barrel of her trustworthy AK74 with both hands and wields it with all her power against the youngster. An unpleasant creaking sound is heard when the oiled wooden stock crushes his jaw. The man falls to the ground with a thud. All the anger Mila built up against the Wolves since their first encounter in the woods, combined with not drinking a drop of alcohol for several days and being denied to follow the other to that goddamn’, motherf-kin’ quarry for a goddamn’ briefing…

Mila feeds stroke upon stroke with the rifle stock against him, kicking and cursing, until he doesn't move.

#daryl fanfiction #daryl x oc #daryl dixon #Jersey on my mind #Daryl Dixon Fanfic #The Walking Dead fanficition #The walking dead fanfic #fanfiction #twd fanfiction #fanfic #twd fanfic #the walking dead fandom

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cornerstonc · 4 years ago

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Rules: share four songs / pieces of music that represent your muse! repost, don’t reblog.

Laendler -- The Sound of Music

[ instrumental but. there is Something about the sound of this that just makes me think of natori laughs. it’s not dark or dreary, and while it’s maybe kind of airy or bouncy-sounding at some points, there is a certain. regimented sort of Feel to it that reminds me of him ]

The Dragon is Withered -- Clamavi de Profundis

The stars are far brighter Than gems without measure The moon is far whiter Than silver in treasure The fire is more shining On hearth in the gloaming Than gold won by mining So why go a-roaming?

this isn’t just here bc the first singer sounds like a dead ringer for natori to me i swear it’s also bc, despite being in a much higher social class than mr. ping, he has kind of the same values that relate back to family and home and is 100% still the same kinda homebody laughs

Devoted to You -- The Everly Brothers

Darlin' you can count on me Til the sun dries up the sea Until then I'll always be devoted to you I'll be yours through endless time I'll adore your charms sublime Guess by now you know that I'm devoted to you

is anyone surprised by this being here. are u really

are u really

There Is A Time -- Alan Jackson (but honestly any version of this song works)

There is a time for love and laughter The days will pass like summer storms The winter wind will follow after But there is love and love is warm [...] So do your roaming in the springtime And you'll find your love in the summer sun The frost will come and bring the harvest And you can sleep when day is done

listen i’ve already said i kinda hilariously connect this music style to him, which i’m gonna blame entirely on my headcanon about him growing up in a rural location, but also this one has subject matter that i honestly associate with him thinking emoji that being. just. Growing Old lmao

also i’m very enamored with the idea of him singing this song with his sisters that’s a Thing that won’t leave me be

#;music #this has been languishing in my drafts for a bit rip

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ezilyamuzed · 6 years ago

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There’s no place like home - part 13

Summary: The reader has had a unique gift all her life. While considering it a curse, she discovers the identity of her real father after her mothers passing. Journeying towards her new life, she finds herself thrown within the Winchester’s world. Is it her destiny?

Setting: End of season 13. This takes place after episode 13.18. Flashbacks are italicized.

Warnings: Language. Angst. Fluff. Death/blood (no one important), SMUT- yes smut. Finger play, oral (woman receiving), and unprotected sex (wrap it up!)

A/N: A little later than when I wanted to get it out, but I hope it is worth it! This chapter kind of got away from me a little because I needed a little filler that turned into A LOT for the next climatic part of the story!

Any grammatical mistakes are all my own, because I am human. Remember all comments and feedback are welcomed! If you want a tag in future posts regarding this series or other writings please send an ask! As always thank you for reading! Enjoy!

*Y/M/N= your mom’s name

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You stood in complete silence as the anger, frustration, and hatred ran through you hitting every nerve like a dagger. It wasn’t just towards those that had done this to you and your family, no, it was towards yourself as well as the truth punched you in your core. You wanted to scream out loud, hit something, and even allow emotions you were holding back to run from your eyes. Your body wouldn’t let you though, making you stand in shock while Dean’s concerned voice called out your name to your deafened ears.

“Y/N. Y/N. Are you okay?”

You blinked rapidly out of your trance when you noticed the three men watching you, their furrowed faces on you, a little scared and possibly worried by the looks of it.

“I...I have to go,” you said while pushing past them and making your way up the winding staircase to the heavy door.

“Is she going to be okay, Cas?” Dean asked while watching you briskly walk out.

“I don’t know.”

Making your way to the outside for the first time in over a day the warm sun setting in the distance felt wonderful along your skin. The air was starting to cool down, sending goosebumps to raise in response as you found a little spot in the grass to watch the world once more go to sleep around you as you felt more awake than you ever had in your whole life. The truth was the out now.

You wanted to run away and pretend everything you just heard was a dream, but you couldn’t. Not only was home miles away, but what awaited you was something far more than you had ever imagined. No wonder you had been so easily invited to join the other monsters, you were one of them. You were just like them, a freak in sheep's clothing.

Pretending and just going back to your life you had left wasn’t an option now either. Everything led back to this place, to the Winchester’s. The coincidences were growing in numbers, far more than to be just accidental. There had to be a reason behind it all.

“Y/N?”

You turned your head to a sleep deprived Sam, who should have jumped at the chance to just kill you where you sat, but instead he settled himself next you, waiting patiently for you to speak.

“I’m a monster Sam,” you said while keeping your focus to the sun on the horizon. A mixture of purples, reds, oranges illuminating the sky. “You kill monsters.”

“You’re not a monster Y/N,” he replied with certainty in his voice. “You are still you, a doctor and a hunter, who saves people. Someone who cares about others and will do anything to protect them.”

“You don’t know the things that I’ve done before though,” you breathed heavily. “I’m no different than them.”

“And you don’t know what I’ve done. What Dean has done. Y/N, we all have our demons.”

“A demon didn’t make you into their little science experiment,” you quipped back.

“Actually,” he said making you turn your face to his.”One kind of did.”

You listened carefully as Sam told you what really happened that night in his nursery, as the demon dripped his blood into his mouth for his unholy army. He continued on to tell you of the others who had the similar fate, each with their own special gift that would appear after their 22nd birthday, now all gone in a twisted game. You could see as he spoke, how the memories still haunted him even now years later. The things he had done to grow stronger with a demon named Ruby by his side, would make any normal person's stomach turn. Not yours though. You knew the thrill of the kill that only fueled you more, making you feel invincible as their blood soaked through your skin. It had scared you so much, the excitement that moved you, that that was when you told yourself to stop, trying something else instead. Trying not to become a monster like them. Guess that was all pointless now.

“How do you do it Sam?” You asked while looking deep into his hazel eyes. “How do you not just give in?”

“It hasn’t always been easy,” he nervously stated while running his hand through his thick chestnut locks. “I guess when it came down to it, I didn’t want to disappoint my family anymore. I didn’t want to disappoint Dean.”

You sighed while rolling your eyes away from him. Family? What was that anymore? Everyone you had loved was now dead. There was no one left to watch you crumble down and fall into the darkness. Why would anyone else even care now?

“Sam. Y/N? Are you two good out here?” Dean asked while approaching from the distance.

“Yeah,” Sam replied while standing up and walking towards his brother. “I’m going to get a couple hours in and let you two be.”

Sam then leaned toward his brother, after noticing you weren’t looking to whisper into his ear. “She needs family now, Dean. We have to be her family.”

Dean nodded while Sam went back inside, leaving Dean to watch you staring into the distance as the stars started to light up the sky. Even with only their light shining down on you, Dean could only think to himself how you were the most beautiful girl he had even laid his eyes on. Nothing from an old file would ever change how he felt about you. You were perfect just the way you were.

“I should probably go home soon, so you two can get back to what you do best and save the world,” you said while glancing over to Deans wondering stare.

“You don’t have to go back right now,” he replied quickly before clearing his throat. “I’m in no hurry. You can stay here as long as you want.”

Glancing back to the building nestled into the earth, crumbling slowly on the outside you only shook your head in response.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I sure could use a drink right now,” he laughed with a bit of nervousness to your reply.

“Or maybe the whole liquor store,” you rolled your eyes while letting out a quick chuckle.

“Oh don’t do that. The aftermath from when Cas did it was not pretty.”

“After he… wait what?” You laughed unexpectedly as you envisioned the grumpy and stern angel drunk off his ass.

“Yeah, let’s just say, I still have flashbacks when I smell schnapps, jager, tequila and rum mixed together. Haunting really,” he shuddered fiercely as if he had envisioned it all over again in his head.

A continuous laugh rolled out of you as you watched him make grossed out faces. He was acting like a child, but he was giving you what you needed at the moment; a distraction from your thoughts. You pushed up to your feet and moved over to give Dean a hug. Your actions made him flinch a little, not knowing exactly what you were about to do or even what he should do in return.

You pulled away before he could fully wrapped his arms around you and smiled up to him through your lashes.

“How about I go get dressed and we go have that drink?”

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Dean didn’t even bother explaining where he was going to Cas while Sam laid passed out in his room. It’s not like Cas would really approve anyways, and honestly Dean didn’t care right now. What he cared about was seeing Y/N smile again. Too many days had passed since he saw that real, heartfelt smile that moved within her whole body that would radiate off her face like the sun. Of all the things he would ever miss in this world if he were to die tomorrow, that would be it.

He took her to an old worn down country tavern, just a 20 minute drive from the bunker, that was off the highway. When he needed to get away he would often go there, and just get lost in the crowd. There was always a few regulars that would also keep to themselves that Dean would nod to in acknowledgement as he passed them. Sometimes, since it was right next to the highway and there happened to be a crappy motel next door he would accompany a lonely traveler… or two for the night.

The bartender and waiting staff gave him a funny look as he walked in with Y/N. Usually he came in alone and walked out with someone when he left. Tonight was different, he didn’t care about finding a cheap thrill at the end of the night, he just wanted to be with her wherever and he knew she had to get away from the bunker. The fact that there was food and cheap booze was only an added bonus to their escape.

“So what is good here?” she caught his attention while seeing the other patrons with their various burgers, sandwiches, and deep fried whatevers as they found a tabletop available near the wall.

“They have this hot pepper burger I like. Jalapenos, pepper jack cheese, and chipotle sauce. It might be too spicy for ya though.”

“Sounds good. Order me one with some fries and a lot of beer. I’m running to the little girls room,” she said while moving towards the restroom sign.

Dean watched her out of the corner of his eye, another older man at the bar just so happened to be watching her too. Dean let out a loud cough over the sound of an old Alan Jackson song, catching the guys attention. He looked over and smirked.

“You’re damn lucky there, son.”

“Yes I am,” he sharply replied back while giving him a hard look, making the guy turn back to his beer in front of him.

The normal weeknight waitress Dean had some to know as Peggy came over to him with a smile on her face.

“Brought a friend this time, huh?”

“Yeah, an old friend in town for a bit,” he smiled back.

“By that look on your face as you watched her there, I think she should stick around,” she grinned widely. “You having your usual?”

“Yeah, make that two of them plus the fries and a pitcher of beer,” he replied. “Oh and a side of ranch.”

“What the hell is the ranch for?” she turned up her nose.

“She dips her fries in it,” he shrugged back.

“Guess everyone can’t be perfect,” she shook her head while walking away.

Perfect. No, that was Y/N. Everything about her that might be considered an imperfection to others just made her even more perfect to him. Hell, he was even starting to appreciate that damn stubbornness and sass that came from her mouth. There was nothing about her that didn’t make him want her more, even if he had just only hours ago found out that a Knight of Hell played in her family genes. So there may be a little darkness inside of her? It wasn’t like he didn’t. He knew far too well what kind of monster laid inside of him, and what he does when he comes out.

Y/N was walking back now to the table, scanning the crowd as she moved. There was probably about 20 patrons or so all hanging around. Some were regulars, others must have been traveling. She sat herself down and swung her legs in the chair, sitting back and tapping on the counter. Peggy brought over the pitcher of beer and two glasses. She gave Y/N a skeptical look at first, but just shrugged it away while telling them that the food would be a couple more minutes. Y/N didn’t hesitate to pour herself a glassfull and automatically poured one for Dean as well.

“A toast,” Dean held up his glass, which Y/N gave him an annoyed and confused look to. “To the fucked up family trees that led us to here.”

“Yeah, I’ll drink to that,” she said while raising her glass and clanking it on his before chugging down over half its contents.

“Slow down there girl,” Dean laughed. “I don’t want to carry you out of here.”

“I’m a very coordinated drunk Mr. Winchester,” she smirked.

“Okay, well then I don’t want to clean up any vomit later,” he stated back. “Especially when you are riding in Baby.”

“Don’t worry about your Baby,” she rolled her eyes. “Beer has never made me sick. You have to remember there was a time when I was a college student doing keg stands on a Tuesday night just because.”

Just then Peggy brought out the food. Y/N noticed the side of ranch on her plate and a little smirk grew in the corner of her mouth while looking over at Dean. He just tried to play it cool and roll his eyes away from her while chomping off a large bite of his sandwich.

“Your college days sound a lot more fun than Sam’s did. I think he pretty much stayed locked up in a library, well except when it came to his girlfriend Jess.”

“Yeah,” she muttered as she looked off into the distance. “He had it pretty rough didn’t he?”

“That is an understatement,” Dean sighed while wanting to change the conversation. “So, Y/N, what is the craziest hunt you’ve ever been on?”

“What?”

“The craziest hunt,” he smiled back. “Here, let me start. We were thrown into a Scooby Doo episode.”

“Wait, what?” she sat up with a baffled look on her face.

“Yup, honest to god animated with Scooby, Shaggy, Velma, and of course Daphne.”

“What about Fred?” she said while cocking up her eyebrow.

“Yeah, him too,” Dean rolled his eyes while turning up his nose.

“So what happened?!?!”

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Dean’s encounter with the Mystery Gang definitely outdid any hunt you had ever been on. He smiled in amusement to the hunted brothel case you had when you were in your mid twenties, the various ladies of the night tormenting the pubescent boys whom entered.

The night continued on just like that, back and forth with stories of the job that you had forgotten about while you ate and drank. It was nice to actually share everything with someone else for a change. It’s not like there had been a lot of people around to really tell these kinds of things to.

It was hard to believe, but you were actually having a good time, all things considering. Dean was now talking about being thrown into TV land due to the mischievous workings of Gabriel. It all sounded very much like him and that weird sense of humor of his. You smirked as he talked about how Sam turned into Baby and how he never thought he would ever say he rode inside of him without needing extensive therapy after.

“You sure about that? I mean, I may know a good shrink,” you smiled and winked.

“I don’t think I could ever afford you my dear,” he laughed back.

“Oh my rates are pretty cheap,” you snickered. “Booze and distractions is all I need.”

“So it’s working then?”

“What is?”

“My master plan,” he grinned.

“I guess so,” you shrugged while shaking your head. “You are smarter than you let people know huh?”

“Me? Nah, I’m a grunt. Sam is the smart one.”

“No, you are too. Just in your own way. Not like the nerdy type who can recite pi off to 20 digits.”

“I can name 20 different types of pie,” he laughed.

“Dork,” you laughed while taking a drink from your glass. “So what kind of master plan do you have after you get your archangel grace?”

“Well, there is a little more to it after that. We were able to get the rift between the worlds open for a while with the little grace we had, but it is honestly another huge world over there. It is nearly impossible to actually find them in the little time we would have.”

“What exactly are your plans for the Nephilim anyways...Jack was it?” you asked with a little apprehension.

His existence was a possible threat to humanity, but honestly someone might say the same about you or they knew whatever you were. Back in Lawrence there was a whole group of bad’s wanting him gone for good, you still didn’t know exactly which side you were on with that. After all, there had been other things taking up your mind currently.

“Yeah, Jack. He is a good kid. Kind of rough on himself, but I guess he at least tries,” Dean shrugged while taking a sip. “It’s not like being the spawn of Lucifer and having your mom die is really an easy start to life.”

“Or a demon's science experiment,” you thought to yourself before speaking out loud again. “You’re just cool with him and everything? No worries, concerns, or anything?”

Dean let out a huff while widening his eyes almost like he was in disbelief about what he was about to say.

“Honestly, I wanted to kill him when I first met him. Sam is pretty much the only reason I didn’t, well and the kid really packs a punch.”

“So what made you change your mind?”

“Just getting to know him, I guess. I mean, he didn’t ask for any of this. He is still half human after all. There is good there. He doesn’t have to turn out like his father just because of his DNA.”

You sat back quietly as his words settled in. It almost felt like instead of talking to you about him, he was talking to you about you. Half human, half darkness due to the warped DNA courtesy of the Men of Letters. You looked around the room again. It had been awhile since you had checked the lights of the people around you, which made you on edge not knowing. Still human for now.

“Anyways,” Dean spoke up again pulling your attention back to him. “Once we figure out how to keep it open longer, it won’t be a cake walk. There’s actually other people besides them.”

“What people?” you found yourself asking, perplexed of the possibility that there were others.

“Um, well…Charlie for one.” Your eyes widen in surprise to his words as he continued. “I mean, it’s not really our Charlie. She’s from there. Of course I should probably bring back Ketch since he got stuck over there, and maybe a few others.”

“You mean the guy I met with your mom? He seemed like an uptight prick.”

Dean laughed at your comment while nodding in agreement. “Yeah, but it’s the right thing to do I suppose. I mean he did volunteer to go with me and help. Plus he had this whole thing going on with my mom.”

“Stepdaddy Ketchup, huh?” You grinned.

“Shut up,” he laughed as he threw a wadded up napkin at you.

“Make me,” you challenged with the grin still pressed on your face.

Deans mouth opened open as he clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth, wiggling his eyebrows at you with a shit eating grin on his face. The realization of what he was thinking dawned on you as you saw his light shift. You had said it couldn’t happen again, but after the day you had, and with the little help from the alcohol, why couldn’t you flirt a little?

“So Dean,” you said with a little purr in your voice. “What kind of things do you normally do with girls on a date?”

“This is a date?” He asked with some surprise.

“About a close to one as I’ve come to in long time,” you stated back. “By now I still wouldn’t know your name and I would probably be putting my clothes back on.”

“We’ve only been here about three hours Doc,” he laughed back making you suddenly feel like he was judging you. “But yeah, maybe another hour or so I would probably be doing the same thing. It’s easier to not get attached to someone sometimes.”

“You sound like you are speaking from experience there, Mr. Winchester.”

“You’re not psychoanalyzing me now, are you?”

“It’s a habit,” you shrugged while sitting back again. Suddenly you felt a cool shiver run down your spine that made your head snap behind you as Dean started to talk again. Dammit, vampires.

“I mean, I tried the whole dating thing once years ago, but she got hurt…and there was the kid…”

“Shut up,” you commanded while turning back to him.

“What?”

“I said shut up.” You growled lowly. “You see the three who just walked in. Two guys and that girl who looks like she is starved to death?”

“Yeah…” he said while glancing behind you.

“Vampires. Hungry ones.”

“So what do you want to do? We can’t exactly do it in here.”

“You got any weapons in that trunk of yours?”

“You have no idea,” he grinned smugly.

“Good. Get them. I’ll get them outside.”

“Wait, you’re not going over there as bait,” he protested.

“I’m not letting anyone else in here get hurt. Now either I go and get them outside or things might get ugly in here.”

He gave you a hard stare as his jaw clenched tightly. He wanted to argue, but this was not the time. You told him to leave acting like you had pissed him off, leaving you drunk and distressed for them to play right to you. He followed orders, throwing down some money on the table before looking annoyed and walking out. He didn’t have to really act, he was kind of pissed.

You downed the rest of you drink before slowly moving yourself over to them, adding a little stumble in your step to “roll” your ankle.

“Ow, God dammit,” you said as you used one of the guys shoulders to steady yourself up as you rubbed your ankle underneath you jeans. Looking up to his raised eyebrow and devilish grin, you smiled. “Sorry. I guess I had a few too many.”

“No problem,” he said while looking to where you came from. “Did your date leave you all alone?”

“His panties are all up in a bunch,” you rolled your eyes in annoyance while not telling a complete lie. “He thinks I can’t take care of myself”

“I’m sure you could,” his smile increasing. “Let us help you to your car, since you seem to have hurt your ankle there.”

“Promise you won’t bite?”

The two men laughed and looked back and forth to each other as they grabbed your arms. The girl trailed behind them slowly as you made your way outside. She was quiet… different. It almost looked like there was still humanity left in her.

As you got outside, you told them to stop as you fumbled in your purse for your “keys” while you walked a little bit away from them. You found what you were looking for, the little makeshift pepper spray bottle that had silver in it. Of course it wouldn’t really hurt them like it would a shifter or wolf, but it burned and blinded them just the same. As you felt a hand grab around your front, you aimed the bottle to where you hoped was their face as you slammed your head back knocking him down.

Dean yelled “Hey” loudly, making the other guy turn around from you quickly in a sharp motion in his tracks, ready to attack, as he tossed you a machete to your hand. Quick slices to their necks from both of you dropped them down with loud thuds. The girl was now on the ground, cowering while covering her head and sobbing frantically.

“Please don’t kill me!” She cried as Dean approached her.

“Dean, stop!” You yelled, stopping him dead in his tracks. Watching her shivering through her sobs, you felt a wave of empathy for her. She didn’t ask to be a monster, maybe she wasn’t really one. You slowly approached her and knelt down to her, only about a foot away. Dean shifted forward but you held up your hand in protest.

“We don’t have to kill you,” you spoke in almost a whisper. “Did you… have you fed yet?”

“No,” she sobbed while looking up to you. “They said they were going to find someone for me. A fresh dinner they said. They brought me here. I just want to go home!”

You looked up to Dean as you let out a deep breath.

“Dean, I’m going to need you to get us a few things.”

“Already on it,” he said while moving towards his car. His sudden reaction had you somewhat confused. Did he already know there was a cure for vampires if they didn’t drink?”

You brought your attention back to the young girl. Looking around at the mess of the headless bodies. There was work to be done. The motel next door could at least buy you some time, to help the girl out.

“I’m going to get you a room over there, okay?” You informed her as she looked over through her tears. “You are going to be alright. It’s not going to be fun, but we are going to get you back to normal. I know it is asking a lot, but trust us, okay?”

She nodded her head as the two of you got up. You gently put your hand on her back as Dean came back with a jar already prepared with what looked like the cure. You grabbed it from him and informed you were going to get her a room for the night. He nodded and moved the get working on clean up.

The motel clerk barely even looked you as he kept his focus on the little TV behind the counter.

“Do you have any conjoined rooms?”

“$180 a night,” he said while raising an eyebrow with a smug look.

You wanted to punch him for trying to rip you off, but you had a very hungry transitioning Vampire by your side. You rolled your eyes as you slammed down your black Visa card. He looked up at you and smirked while saying “per room.” Her groan on your side stopped you from slamming his head down into the desk making you seethe through your teeth to him to “just run the damn card and give me the keys”.

He took his time, but eventually you made your way with her to one of the rooms. Sitting her down you opened up the jar Dean had given you. The smell made you snap back your head as soon as it whiffed across your nose. Yup, it was the cure alright. You handed it to her, watching as she did the same reaction.

“Just chug it down. All of it,” you instructed while looking out the curtains. “You’re going to barf out your brains, but you will be human again after.”

“What… what did they turn me into? What were they?” She asked frantically.

“Vampires,” You blurted like it was an ordinary answer to her question, you could see the shock consume her as you just breathed out deeply. “Just drink it.”

She did as she was told and downed all the contents quickly, working through her gags at the taste. It only took a second before she was racing to the bathroom to start discarding her stomachs contents violently. The sound started to make your stomach turn, but even more so as you hoped Dean had the recipe right.

You had opened up the other room, making it easy to get in and out, since the need to probably pee at some point was going to come up while the bathroom was occupied. Pulling out your phone, you saw Deans number already programmed in. That little shit had gotten into your phone and put it in. You sent him a text telling him what room you were in as you sat back in the moth eaten chair, waiting for the poor girl to finish up.

Two hours later, she finally got it all up and out. She went to the bed and passed out almost immediately with an audible groan. You kept your guard watching her until you heard a knock on the door.

“Doc, it’s Dean.”

Opening up you saw him standing there, caked in dirt, blood, and guts from head to two. Moving to let him in he walked in quietly looking to the sleeping girl. You opened up the adjoining room door and led him through it before carefully shutting it almost all the way.

“She okay?” He whispered.

“I think so,” you replied as you moved sit on the bed. “How did you know about the cure?”

“Old Campbell family recipe,” he replied while shifting his weight. “We always keep some in the trunk just in case.”

“Yeah, well you probably saved her life,” you said back.

“Me? I was ready to kill her. If you hadn’t of stepped in I would have.”

“Yeah well, not everyone who looks like a monster is one,” you said while glancing back at the door, remembering Gabriel’s words to you all those years ago.

“So…” Dean spoke up again, making you look at him again. “Is this how all your dates end?”

“Only the bad ones,” you smiled.

“Next time we are doing something during the day. Maybe someplace warm. Like a beach. No people.”

“Next time, huh? Feeling confident there Winchester?” You laughed.

“Well I think you kind of owe me now,” he smirked. “I mean, this is the second time I’ve had to get rid of bodies for you.”

“My hero,” you laughed while rolling your eyes.

Looking at him there was a shine within the green of his eyes. Those damn green eyes. He was grinning back at you with a cocky smile, standing there completely filthy, but you had never wanted those lips on you more. Those arms, those hands…

Getting up from your spot you moved over to the bathroom and flicked on the light. You turned your head to Dean as you pulled up the hem of your shirt over your head and flung it to the ground.

“I think you need a shower badly, Mr.Winchester.”

It only took him a second to realize what you were offering. His quick response with no sight of hesitation threw you by surprise as he made his way to you while tearing off his clothes rapidly with every stride.

Grabbing you around your waist with his firm hands, he dropped his mouth down to your neck. His teeth and lips nipping at you with hunger, as you lifted your arms grasping and twisting his locks within your fingers. Inching up his hands to your breasts, the tickle of his calloused palms made you giggle. Turning around to face him, you backed away slowly leaning over to the shower and turning on the water.

Raising a finger to your lips for him to keep quiet, you worked your jeans and panties down your legs, exposing yourself fully to his lust filled stare. He approached you again, taking your face into both of his hands while pressing his lips against yours. The kiss was both passionate and sweet, switching between hungry mouths with wild tongues swirling around each other, to little soft pecks as you both caught your breath in between.

Carefully with one foot after another you both made your way into the shower that was now clouding the small room with hot steam, only breaking away from his lips for a second as you both watched your steps carefully. As you felt the warm water hitting your back, he pushed himself against you, pinning you to the wall as he grabbed your wrists and held them in his hands above your head.

He broke away and stared deeply into your eyes as you chest rose and fell with each deep breath as you tried to steady your pounding heart. Moving forward he gentle kissed your chin, nipping at it lightly with his teeth before trailing down to your neck again. Each movement was filled with teeth and tongue making your clench your thighs tightly together in response as you felt the shiver of pleasure race down.

Letting go, he let your aching arms drop to his shoulders as he continued to your chest. Swirling his tongue around your nipples, and taking them deep into his mouth like you were his last meal, he reached down, giving you another spark of pleasure while he moved his finger within your folds. Gently caressing back and forth he raised his face back to yours, watching your eyes flutter as he quickened his movements with each stroke, hitting that sweet spot every time.

He leaned in again and gave you another hungry kiss that was shorter before giving you a smirk and kneeling down before you. You watched him as he looked up and winked, licking his lips slowly before diving his face right into you. The slippery floors from the water hitting almost made you slip in surprise as you felt his tongue darting around every inch of your womanhood. You were like his own personal ice cream cone, that he happily licked up before you could melt all over his face. Teeth, lips, and tongue all hit you, keeping you in suspense as to what he was going to do next as you felt the shiver deepening through you, sending electrical pulses down to your toes.

You knew you were close to coming undone as the water splashed against your front and on his back, adding only more to the sensations moving through you. Grabbing at his hair you tugged lightly to keep your balance as he continued to work you, hitting every nerve with his movements and scratching at your thighs with the scruff on his face.

To your surprise he pulled away and lifted up from his knees looking intently into your eyes. He grabbed your left leg and pulled it around his waist, while you held onto his neck to keep from falling over. Lining up himself, he inches closer until you could feel his tip widening your entrance. Your foot started to slip as he pushed further and further in, making you pull him further down with your weight. He backed away slowly while dropping your leg down.

“Bed.” You both said together, making you giggle a little to his appreciative smile after.

Turning off the water you grabbed his hand, lacing his fingers in yours as you moved out of the stall. The fog danced around in circles around you until you made your way back to the room where the coolness of the AC running sent your nerves into shock. You dropped his hand and raced over to turn it off while yelling in a whisper.

“Jesus fucking Christ, that’s cold!”

He spun you around to him, holding your arms within his hands as you stared up through your lashes.

“Let me warm you up.”

A grin grew on your lips as you leaned in, placing a gentle kiss in his cheek.

“Just not like last time,” you smiled. “I was still sore two days later. I don’t want the theatrics, I just want you.”

He nodded before pulling you again to his chest, your hands once more wrapping around his neck as his lips found your again. Slowly together you made your way way over to the bed where he carefully allowed you to fall down while he stood patiently until you were comfortable. Keeping his weight on his hands and knees, he moved over you, caging you against the mattress as he leaned in again to your lips.

He lowered down carefully, moving his hips to yours. You automatically wrapped your legs around him, pulling him deeper to your waiting entrance. Slowly he moved into you, deeper than before as you pulled him in with your legs tightening around him. You wrapped your arms around his torso, pulling his chest to become flush onto yours.

His thrusts were slow but sharp, hitting exactly where you needed him to. Stifled moans escaped your lips into his gaping mouth. Quickening with each movement you moved and burrowed your head deep into his shoulder, pulling him tighter to you as the waves of electricity rolled down and down while he continued to bring you closer to the edge. He didn’t cease or falter as the sweat of his skin met yours. Two hot messes lost within each other in a pure moment of bliss.

His breaths quickened while you felt your insides clenching down around him, ready to release the flood that was begging to let out with every flick of his hips. Two more hard thrusts and you unraveled underneath him, feeling his release mixing with yours.

The two of you just laid there, his head now resting on your shoulder making you feel his complete weight crushing down on you. You were so numb and tingly, that you didn’t even care. He was actually probably keeping you down, grounded back to earth as your body felt as light as air. Making you groan a little in detest, he rolled over to the side, still trying to catching his breath.

“Wow,” he breathed out heavy.

“Wow yourself there, Winchester,” you smiled while turning your head to face his beaten red face.

He turned himself to face you, with an appreciative smile planted on his face. Moving a stray hair out of you face, he gazed lovingly into your eyes.

“How are you just so perfect?”

You let out a quick laugh while rolling your eyes. “I’m far from perfect, Dean. I’m a freak remember?”

The happy mood you were in was now swiftly fading as reality hit you again. Monsters wanting you, a helpless girl in the other world needing you, and not to forget whatever mess that was waiting in another world all mixed into your already more than complicated existence. You went to look away from him as you got lost in your thoughts, but he brought your gaze back to him with the slightest touch of his finger.

“Y/N, no matter what you may be thinking right now , no matter what happened in the past, to me you are perfect just the way you are,” he said as he looked right into your eyes, letting you know what he was saying came from the heart. “I know this is sappy, and you probably want to just leave now, but I had to say it.”

“No,” you said with a little smile as you moved over and nestled into him with your hand resting on his chest. “I want to be right here. This feels like home.”

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nostalgic90s · 3 years ago

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weird asks that say a lot

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

water bottles cause you don’t have to wash them afterwards

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

Ew. No to both

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

Mega ew. Hate both

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

Probably as that lil mouthy shit who can’t listen to save her life

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

Cans. Easier to toss or hide

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

.......What?

7. earbuds or headphones?

headphones

8. movies or tv shows?

Tv shows. Last longer

9. favorite smell in the summer?

Probably cliche but I like honey suckle (we don’t have that here)

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

...... Does punching count?

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

Usually, a breakfast sandwich from the store, or a breakfast burrito. Depends if I get up early

12. name of your favorite playlist?

don’t got no playlists

13. lanyard or key ring?

....keychain?

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

SOUR MOTHER FUCKING PATCH

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

I guess it was “To Kill a Mockingbird”

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

Criss cross apple sauce

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

My DC shoes. They last a lifetime

18. ideal weather?

Fall. I like that it’s cold enough to sleep with the window open, but you won’t die (or get frostbite)

19. sleeping position?

I like to curl on my side and hug either pillows or blankets because m’big spoon

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

On my couch?

21. obsession from childhood?

......So many. I can’t name them all. Sesshomaru had my heart?

22. role model?

Johny Depp. Idk.

23. strange habits?

Htf would I know that? Live with me and find out

24. favorite crystal?

Amethyst (Yup thanks Stephen Universe)

25. first song you remember hearing?

“Little Bitty” by Alan Jackson (and for the record I hate country but this song played a huge part in my childhood)

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

Sip.

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

Sip.

28. five songs to describe you?

Five??? Jesus. Uh. Fuck. Lemme check my playlist..... Memories by 347aidan. All girls Are the Same by Juice Wrld. The New Great Depression by the Moth & the Flame. Candy by Machine Gun Kelly. And finally Breezeblocks by Alt-J

29. best way to bond with you?

Idk. Over food I guess? Lemme cook you something

30. places that you find sacred?

...... cemetaries?

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

..... Surprise. I don’t wear outfits to do that - buck ass naked is what’s tough

32. top five favorite vines?

Vines confuse me. Whatever was shot in the early 2000′s vibes with me

33. most used phrase in your phone?

Fuck off.

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

It’s my money and I want it NOW

35. average time you fall asleep?

.... Depends. Sometimes 10pm. Sometimes 2 or 3 AM.

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

Can’t recall

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

Duffel bag

38. lemonade or tea?

Gimme lemonade

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

Ew. Neither

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

..... I accidentally lost the class hedgehog

41. last person you texted?

My stupid brother

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

jacket pockets man those are essential AF

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

Hoodie, hands down

44. favorite scent for soap?

Mmm... not sure. I like the DIAL brands tho

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

....shit. That’s a tough one. .................Fantasy I guess

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

Trunks and a sleevless shirt

47. favorite type of cheese?

Commodity

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

Huh. Something bitter I guess. Plum?

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

“Whoever wants music instead of noise, joy instead of pleasure, soul instead of gold, creative work instead of business, passion instead of foolery, finds no home in this trivial world of ours." -Hermann Hesse

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

A toddler struggling to put on a slipper. That shit had me wheezing with laughter xD

51. current stresses?

Me. Work too I guess

52. favorite font?

Times new roman

53. what is the current state of your hands?

tattooed and scared the fuck up (thanks to my sister’s effin cat)

54. what did you learn from your first job?

I hate people.

55. favorite fairy tale?

Thumbelina

56. favorite tradition?

You don’t dump your food at a feast. You have to eat it up, or give it to someone else to eat up, and if not, you have to take it to the hills/mountains and give it back to the spirit (spirits).

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

Three?? Jeez. That’s kind of presumptuous. Biggest one: my abusive fucking mom. Second: my shitty fucking family. Third: my alcoholism but I haven’t overcome it yet

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

...... I have no talents

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

“Wring your panties out bitch and man the fuck up!”

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

Somebody who dies while saving somebody else ---- I got a big heart. I would do that for those I care for

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

One is for Sorrow. Two is for Mirth. Three is for a Funeral. Four is for a Birth. Five is for Heaven. Six is for Hell. Seven's for the Devil himself.

62. seven characters you relate to?

Nope. Can’t name seven. Lip Gallagher from Shameless is who I relate to

63. five songs that would play in your club?

Don’t go to clubs but if I did, this song would play: Avec Mes Mecs by Humans

64. favorite website from your childhood?

Youtube, of course.

65. any permanent scars?

Oh yeah. I got a shit ton. Especially over my right eye

66. favorite flower(s)?

Tie between amaryllis and paeonia

67. good luck charms?

...... nope

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

black licorice is the devil

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

sun visors can extend

70. left or right handed?

right handed

71. least favorite pattern?

dunno if i have one

72. worst subject?

history omg that shit bored me to death

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

spaghetti and mayonniase

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

Oh geez. Period cramps man. I got a pretty high pain tolerance but cramps fucking destroy me.

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

Idk. 5 years old maybe? Sooner?

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

Fries for sure. If it’s made right

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

Don’t keep plants. Don’t got a green thumb

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

Shit. Um... Sushi. I like food better then coffee 😂

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

Neither. fuckin hate those pictures

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

....what?

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

Never seen both so...neither?

82. pc or console?

83. writing or drawing?

Bof em.Mostly writing on my part

84. podcasts or talk radio?

.....podcasts I think?

84. barbie or polly pocket?

BARBIE bitch.

85. fairy tales or mythology?

.....bof? they’re the same thing, right?

86. cookies or cupcakes?

Neither. No thank you

87. your greatest fear?

Deep. Dark. Water. Gross leeches and worm shit.

88. your greatest wish?

That I can be drunk every day without repercussion

89. who would you put before everyone else?

Man I got like 10 names here that I won’t drop. Family for sure.

90. luckiest mistake?

..... not sure i had one of those

91. boxes or bags?

bags

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

lamps

93. nicknames?

sully. celi.

94. favorite season?

Fall

95. favorite app on your phone?

facebook or tumblr

96. desktop background?

idk. it generates a random background every time i log in

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

like 5? even remember my old childhood number from 20 years ago. not sure why

98. favorite historical era?

er. nothing about history is my favorite. it was all bullshit

#twas bored #so i answered these #shrug

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amylillian22 · 7 years ago

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Whiskey - Theo Raeken Imagine

Requested by @cryingbecausesebastianstan - I don't know if you got all ten of the requests you were accepting already, and if I'm too late that's fine. But I just heard this song and it gave me major Theo feels, so if you could, and if you can't that's absolutely fine, but could you write a Theo imagine based on the song Whiskey by Jana Kramer. Please and thank you!

Word Count: 1,763

Warnings: None and not beta proofread

Author’s Note: First of all, I absolutely love that song! It’s one of my favorites. Second, I hope you don’t mind that I included a drabble I wrote a while back into this imagine. I thought it would fit with the storyline. Also, I didn’t want to have to write something similar to what I had already written.

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

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It was Friday night and Honky Tonk bar was filled with people who wanted a night out at the hottest bar in town. The aroma of beer and smoke filled the country themed bar. The bar was filled with guys drinking beer and sending drinks to a few girls that were with their friends, in hopes of getting lucky tonight. Couples and friends were line dancing to Alan Jackson’s “Good Time” on the small dance floor in front of the empty stage as the band was currently taking a break.

Y/N was at the end of the bar with her friends just like every Friday night. She always had a great time with her girlfriends drinking, talking, laughing, and dancing. A few times she’s even flirted with a couple of cute guys who were interested in her. However, she never left the bar with them. She always went home by herself and would leave the napkin with they guy’s phone number underneath her watered down drink on the bar counter top. She wasn’t interested in any of them. They were simply a distraction for a couple of hours.

Except, tonight was different. Y/N didn’t want to go out. She wanted to stay in her bedroom in her pajamas and eat out of her favorite ice cream carton while watching sad romantic movies on Netflix. Tonight would have been her anniversary with Theo had they still been together. Despite her friends warning her about Theo when she first met him, Y/N ignored them and followed her heart. In a short amount of time, she fell in love. However, she never expected her friends to be right. He wasn’t the man she thought he was. He was a man who had different sides. He was sweet, loving, and tender with her. Later, she found out he was hungry for power and he would do anything for it, including killing people. She didn’t want to be with anyone who not only hurt her, but also hurt and killed some of her friends.

After Theo’s sister dragged him to hell, and once the fall semester finished, Y/N left Scott’s pack and moved. Her father got a job offer north of California and he was worried Y/N would have a problem leaving in the middle of her senior year. Much to his surprise, Y/N found her father’s job promotion as the perfect opportunity to leave everything behind and start new, including cutting all ties with Scott and his pack.

Y/N looked up from her glass, her finger still tracing along the rim. Her eyes landed on someone walking through the door. Someone she hadn’t seen in years and thought was gone. He walked in by himself before he walked across the bar and met a couple of guys. Her heart was beating like wildfire against her chest as the memory of meeting Theo crossed her mind.

As Y/N walked towards Stiles and Malia, she noticed they were in the middle of a serious discussion. Stiles eyebrows were furrowed forward, clearly troubled about something, while Malia looked like she was a little bit confused as to why Stiles would be so upset with whatever they were talking about.

“I just don’t trust the guy,” Stiles stressed, his knuckles turning white as he tightened the grip on his backpack. “He’s not the same kid I knew back in fourth grade.”

“Who don’t you trust?” Y/N asked as she reached the couple.

“No one,” Malia quickly answered, hoping to change the subject, but Stiles nodded behind her, “him.”

Y/N turned around to see a tall and handsome guy getting out a black car and waving at the three of them. He had short golden hair and it looked soft and silky. She was beginning to wonder how it would feel between her fingers. His jaw was strong and well structured, like it could cut through marble. She locked her eyes with his crystal water blue eyes. They were so pure, innocent, and captivating. Nothing about him looked untrustworthy.

“Is that the new omega from last night?” Y/N asked, her eyes still on Theo as he walked towards them.

“Yeah,” Y/N heard the annoyance in Stiles’ voice.

“I wish I had gotten back in town earlier if I had know he was going to show up,” Y/N mumbled before biting her lip as she saw Theo smirk.

Her eyes scanned his neck, then his strong upper chest, which was playing peek-a-boo with his gray undershirt underneath his opened black zip hoodie. Her eyes moved along the curve of his broad shoulders. He clearly had muscles and she couldn’t help but wonder how they looked underneath the gray undershirt. She bit her bottom lip again as her mind lingered with that thought.

“Why is your heart beating so fast?” Malia’s voice broke Y/N trance.

“Uh?” She slowly looked away from Theo and back at the duo in front of her, her bottom lip free from her teeth. Malia was confused by Y/N’s rabid heartbeat, while Stiles glared at her, his eyes filled with disapproval. “What did you say, Malia?”

“No! Not happening!” Stiles quickly rushed out before Theo reached the trio.

“Hey, Stiles,” Theo said nonchalantly. “Hey, Malia.” Then his eyes landed on the girl, whose heart was about to explode out of her chest, and smirked. “Hi, I don’t think we’ve met. I would have remembered a pretty girl like you if we had.” he extended his hand. “I’m Theo.”

Y/N blushed as she took his hand, shaking it firmly, “I’m Y/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Theo held on to her to hand a little longer than he should have. His warm touch made all the atoms in her body ripple, causing the butterflies in her stomach to flutter like bees in a hive.

“Okay,” Stiles broke their hands apart. “That’s enough. We were just on our way to the library.”

“Yes, they are,” Y/N looked back at Stiles and Malia. “They were just leaving.” Y/N smiled back at Theo.

Malia put the pieces together. Y/N had an interest in the new omega and she was going to help a girl out. “Come on, Stiles.” She pulled him away. “Let them talk.”

“But!” Stiles groaned as Malia dragged him away, leaving Y/N and Theo alone.

“Is he always like that?” Theo chuckled.

“Protective?” Y/N smiled. “Yeah he is. He’s got a good heart and he just cares about the people in his life.”

“I would be the same way too, if you were in my life,” Theo grinned.

“How about we do something about that?” Y/N smirked back.

“Okay,” Theo shoved his hands into his front pockets, making her smile at his nervous tactic. “How about dinner Friday night?”

“Sounds perfect.” Y/N she tucked a strand of long bangs behind her ear and looking down her feet, trying hide her heated cheeks.

“So, it’s my first day…” Theo lingered. “Any chance you can direct me to the main office?”

“I’d love too.” She led the way towards the big building. “Are you glad you’re back in Beacon Hills?” She looked up at Theo and locked her eyes with his crystal water blue eyes; Theo noticed the smile in her eyes. “Yeah… now that I’m with you.” He smiled back at her.

“Hello?!” Y/N’s friend waved her hand in front of Y/N’s face.

Y/N shook the memory away and snapped back to reality. “Sorry,” Y/N apologized.

“What has you distracted?” Her friend asked.

“Nothing. What’s up?”

“A hot guy just walked in and I was asking you how I look because I’m about to make my move,” she explained.

Y/N looked over her best friend and gave her a thumbs up. “You look great. Who’s the guy that has your sudden interest?”

Her friend looked in the direction where Theo and his friends were. “The guy in the black V-neck,” she pointed out with her fresh manicured nail. “I wonder what his name is or what he’s like.”

Y/N’s heart dropped to her stomach. She wished her friend had picked someone else in this bar. Why did she have to pick the one that broke Y/N’s heart into pieces?

They both stared at Theo. He was smiling and laughing with his friends as a waitress placed a pitcher of beer on their table. He looked the same, good looking, fit, and completely innocent. The furthest thing from the cruel man he truly was. Looking at him now, she wished she had listened to all her friends and picked up on all the signs. Maybe she would have ran like hell and spared herself the burn, the sting, the high, and the "left-me-wanting-more" feeling every time he kissed her.

Theo looked up to take a look at the crowd. He froze when he saw someone he never thought he see again. When Liam brought him back from hell, Y/N was the first person Theo asked about. He tried for so long and so hard to find her, but he had no luck. Never in his wildest dreams did he think going to Hawaii for Spring Break with his college buddies he would run into Y/N at a country bar. He told his buddies he would be right back before he made his way across the bar towards Y/N.

“Oh my God. He’s coming this way,” Y/N’s friend said as she smoothed out her dress. Theo couldn’t help but smirk knowing she would be disappointed he was interested in Y/N. “God, even his smirk is insanely hot. How that possible?”

“He can hear you,” Y/N said. Her friend’s eyes grew wide, before giving Y/N a look that said, ‘he’s supernatural too?’ Y/N nodded as she took a sip of her drink.

“Y/N,” Theo breathed, still trying to process she’s actually in front of him and not in one of his dreams.

“Theo,” she said flatly.

“You two know each other?” Y/N’s friend asked.

“I guess you could say that.” Y/N’s answer was like a punch to Theo’s stomach.

“We don’t just know each other. We-“

Y/N sighed as she shook her head, trying to fight the tears forming in her eyes. “Look, I got to go, Theo.”

“Y/N, wait,” Theo said as he grabbed her arm when she stood up from her seat. “Can we just talk?”

Y/N looked back at her friend. “You want to know what he’s like?” She asked, ready to answer the question her friend had a few minutes ago. “He’s like whiskey, good but painful. Great for the soul, but bad for your heart. It’s best to stay away before you get addicted.”

The bartender walked up to them. “Want another whiskey cocktail, Y/N?”

“No. I think I’ve had my fair share of whiskey,” she said before she grabbed her purse and walked out of the bar, never looking back at Theo.

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Rob Georg - Beast Made of Steel

A punchy country-inspired song with a contemporary feel.

German artist Rob George has always been following his dreams, and his music is a heartfelt, personal and unique take on Americana. From country to folk, and pretty much anything in between, Rob managed to build a very memorable sound, with songs that are not just fun to listen to. They are actual stories, with so much meaning and so much passion!

Rob is all about channeling the timeless charm of artists like Kenny Rogers, Willie Nelson, Alan Jackson, or Dave Dudley, among other influences. However, his songs have a genuine sense of self-identity, depicting his personality and passion for great music.

One of his most exciting recent productions is actually a track named “Beast Made of Steel.” Rob co-wrote this song with Skot Bradley, and Kristin K. Smith, who is also the producer. The song’s title is a reference to trucks, and the tune is indeed about the lifestyle of truckers! These people are a bit like modern-day adventurers. They have a job that keeps them on the road, traveling through the endless highways and open spaces of the world. They often get to experience a life that very few people get to see, and for some, the lifestyle of a trucker is pure passion.

“Beast Made of Steel” kicks off with a really memorable country melody, with some energetic drumming, some beautiful guitar tones, and some great phrasing that’s easy to remember. In addition to that, Rob’s vocals are warm and engaging, as he kicks off the song with somewhat of a baritone twist, adding so much depth to the music. The sound has a very immediate feel, which allows the listeners to immediately connect with the song.

The song’s film clip actually has a very interesting genesis. Rob Georg collected video material from truckers all around the world. Each trucker sent some cool shots, giving people a glimpse into their on-the-road lifestyle! The video’s theme is deeply intertwined with the song’s lyrical content. Combining his keen eye for great video content and his musical storytelling, Rob Georg took the opportunity to celebrate the lifestyle of these amazing people, as well as sharing his passion for adventure, and on-the-road tales!

The song talks about how truckers have to make a lot of sacrifices in their lives. As they ride in their “Beast Made of Steel,” they miss their homes, they listen to endless hours of radio talk shows, and they work hard to make ends meet from their life behind the wheel.

The melodies of the track are actually bittersweet: there is joy in the song, and it is a perfect example of the ups and downs of a life and career as a trucker. On one hand, some people get so much from this way of life, even though they certainly need to put up with many sacrifices. To some, it is really worth the effort!

The incredibly focused dynamics that fuel this release aren’t just a great technical accomplishment when it comes to analyzing this song on a standpoint of sound production. They really also allow for more vibrancy and emotion to creep in, leading to a powerful, direct and defined emotional response with a really unique feel. With such an emotional topic, that speaks so wholeheartedly about the life of so many people, connecting with the audience is a must, and this song achieves this perfectly!

Musically, I love the soaring lead guitar tones and the nice lap steel patterns in the beginning, bringing a timeless country feel to this track!

Besides the amazing quality of the production, the first thing that you might notice is certainly the personable songwriting style. Rob is all about channeling his views and feelings, making for a direct and forward-thinking sonic approach. What really strikes me the most about this release is the unique creative approach, particularly when it comes to its production aesthetics. This song is a really good example of how artists can successfully merge timeless elements and old-school influences, with a sound that feels modern and clear. It’s amazing to hear some distinctive classic tones, combined with modern influences bringing in a unique touch.

Find out more about the talented Rob Georg, and check out “Beast Made of Steel,” which is currently available on the web:

iTunes: http://itunes.apple.com/album/id1476141514?ls=1&app=itunes Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/0o5p2JjI4tb7PH54eFcf4x Youtube: https://youtu.be/1hIw22eiE38

We also had the chance to ask Rob a few questions: keep reading for more!

What was your inspiration with this song? What led you to write about trucks and truckers?

My son-in-law Adrian was the inspiration for this song. He is a truck driver himself and we miss him at a lot of family events when he would just call and tell us that he is still on the road, not able to be with us. This made me think what if all truckers would stop working from one day to another. The result would be the collapse of our modern world.

Do you have any favorite verse or lyrical line in this song?

Yes, I have! I love all the lyrics, but I guess “like Jonah I’ve been swallowed whole” is my favorite line.

What do you think makes this song stand out, on the musical / instrumental standpoint?

My team in Nashville, which is Kristin K. Smith as my co-writer and producer and Skot Bradley as another co-writer and musical director at the instrument trackings and me wanted it to sound as traditional than it could get. With a nice drive and kind of living from the bass. I guess that is what makes it real special.

How did you come up with the concept of having truckers sending you videos and how did the process happen?

That idea was born when I drove from Denver to Seattle in May this year. I saw so many great rigs on that tour and thought about how I could make those hard-working women and men shine in my video. So I did put up posts on my social media accounts, explaining that I have a trucker song comin’ up and that I would love producing the video with original pictures from truckers around the world. I added some trucker hashtags and got flooded with pictures. Trucking Companies and Trucker Radio Shows heard about the call and did shoutouts, too.

Any plans to perform live or tour?

Yes, I’m actually in the middle of my gig season here in Europe at the moment, which started June 1st and will end October 31st. My bookings take me all over Europe at the moment, traveling different countries like Austria, Switzerland, Italy, Germany, and France, where I was honored to play out the International Championship of Cattledogs last month. The 2020 schedule fills up quick at the moment, with a lot of booking requests from Trucker Festivals and Rodeos all over the world.

Where can fans find out more?

I work hard on my website to have as much information on there as possible, updating it in every free minute that I have. So this might be the best find information on me: www.rob-georg-music.com

I am very proud of havin’ a strong bond with my fans, though I don’t like the word “fan” much, I’d rather call them supporters. Most communication with them takes place on my facebook page www.facebook.com/robgeorgmusic and my Instagram account www.instagram.com/rob.georg . On both accounts, I put up one post per day.

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100records100days · 5 years ago

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Record # 31

Bill Withers - Just as I Am

Released: May, 1971

Label: Sussex

Pressing: 1971, Pitman pressing

Ah, Bill Withers. This is the good stuff. His soul/folk sound feels mellow, groovy and effortless. Listening to this record is like drinking something warm on a cold day. You can feel it move through you. Withers has a great band behind him here with Booker T. Jones (also producing the record) playing keyboards plus fellow M.G.’s Donald “Duck” Dunn and Alan Jackson, Jr joining in on bass and drums with Stephen Stills taking lead guitar duties. So many stellar tracks on this record. The exquisite Ain’t No Sunshine of course, the steady building opener Harlem, the soul/pop confection that is Sweet Wanomi and the groover Moanin’ and Groanin’ with Bill’s double tracked voice used to great effect. He also has two great covers on the LP. He completely owns Everybody’s Talkin’ and takes Let It Be to church where it always belonged. Organ, tambourine, acoustic guitar and hand claps. Feels like someone is going to hand you a collection plate when it’s over. This record is a soul classic. It’s hard to believe that this is his debut album.

#100records100days #vinylcollection #vinylcollector #vinylcommunity #vinylgeek #billwithers

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loveforjared · 7 years ago

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Get to Know the Admin

I was tagged a while back by @allthemarvelbabies, but I’ve been out of town for a while, so I’m just getting around to it. This is really long, so I’m putting it under a cut so I don’t clog up everyone’s dashes.

This definitely isn’t my usual kind of post for this blog either, but here we go!

1. What is your favorite genres as in books, movies, music, TV shows, etc.? Why?

I’m a sucker for a good fantasy, sci-fi, or action movie, but I also enjoy documentaries and rom-coms and pretty much anything that isn’t horror (I’ll only watch horror movies if they involve either of my two favorite boys; I’ve watched a lot of dumb stuff for them, lol). I tend towards fantasy novels, which started with the Eragon series when I was like 8 and progressed to Harry Potter and the Lord of the Rings. As for TV shows, I definitely stick with cop shows a lot. Outside of SPN, I watch a lot of stuff like Burn Notice and Person of Interest and Hawaii Five-0, so I would say cop-shows-with-a-twist. As for music, I grew up on country and it’s my go-to genre no matter what.

2. What is your favorite movie(s)? Why?

I love the LOTR and Harry Potter movies, but the top of my list will forever be the original Jurassic Park, a.k.a. the movie that made me realize all I want to do with my live is make movies.

3. What is your favorite TV show(s)? Why?

Well, obviously Supernatural, but I enjoy many others. I particularly love Burn Notice and Person of Interest, and I’ve been on a Hawaii Five-0 kick lately.

4. What is your favorite music artist(s)/band(s)? Why?

I love Louden Swain and Jason Manns, but I grew up listening to Garth Brooks, Alan Jackson, George Strait, Tim McGraw, Brad Paisley, etc.

5. What is your favorite book(s)? Why?

Obviously HP and LOTR, but I also really love Sherlock Holmes, the Giver quartet, the Hourglass Door trilogy, and I’m currently reading a really good book called The Confidence Game.

6. Who are/is your favorite famous person/people living or dead (can be celebrities, scientists, politicians, etc.)? Why?

Well, pretty much 99% of the Supernatural cast is on my list of favorite people, with one Jared Padalecki at the top (in case you hadn’t figured that out).

7. What is your favorite style/genre of arts/crafts? Why?

I crochet. Is that what this question is about? Cos I love to crochet. I’m working on a fringed scarf right now and my most recent big project was a mermaid tail blanket for @books-and-icecream for Christmas.

8. What is/are your talent(s) if you have any?

Well, I sing and play the piano, and sometimes I draw. I’ve been practicing with watercolor pencils lately. Check out @thelittleredwhocouldart if you’re interested.

9. What is your favorite time of year? Why?

FALL. I fucking love fall. It’s the best. The temperature is perfect. I live in Utah, so the mountains change colors and it’s amazing.

10. Do you like animals and nature? Why?

Fuck yeah. Animals and nature are the best. We don’t deserve either, imo.

11. If you like animals and nature, what kind of animals and landscapes do you like? Why?

I love elephants, manta rays, and sharks. Especially sharks. Just ask my friends. Sharks are my jam. As for landscapes, I’m a big fan of forests and mountains.

12. What lessons do you think humanity can learn from nature and animals? Why?

I’m sure this is supposed to be a deep question, but my dad likes to talk about how people who were stranded in the wilderness often say they survived by watching the birds. If the bird can eat it, then it’s generally safe for people to eat. Birds are also known for being very picky. If the fruit they like isn’t ripe, they will wait until it is. Same with other animals like monkeys. In addition to this, carnivores know the best hunting spots, especially animals that eat fish. They know where the fish gather.

13. What do you think is humanities biggest contribution(s) to the world? Why?

To the planet? Global warming, a hole in the ozone, pollution. Sorry, that’s negative. We’ve also learned how to harness stuff like the sun and the wind to create electricity, which is pretty damn cool.

14. What do you think is humanities greatest flaw(s)? Why?

We’re never satisfied. We’re constantly looking for the next best thing, whether that’s technology or a place or whatever. As a result, we often do a lot of harm to ourselves, those around us, and our environment trying for whatever is better than what we have.

15. What do you think the future holds for humanity? Why?

Hopefully something good, but war is also a possibility with the way our current president treats people.

16. Do you have any pets? If yes, what kind? If no, would you like some?

Yes! My family has a dog. His name is Titus. If you go to my main blog, @thelittleredwhocould, and search for “titus” there should be some pictures. He’s adorable and I love him.

17. What part of the world do you live in (be as specific or as vague as you like)?

I live in Utah, in the Salt Lake Valley.

18. Were you born in the part of the world that you currently live in (be as specific or as vague as you like)?

Yup! I was born about 2 hours north, in Logan, Utah.

19. Where would you like to be now?

Right where I am, lol (in my bed)

20. What is the highest moment of your life?

Idk. Graduating high school was pretty good. Finding out I got into my university was amazing.

21. What is the lowest moment of your life (if you feel comfortable sharing)?

I honestly can’t think of anything.

22. Have you had any traumatic experiences in life (if you feel comfortable sharing)?

Nope, not really.

23. Have you attended or are you attending college?

Yup! I’m a Digital Cinema major (a.k.a. movies)

24. What is your age or age group (if you feel comfortable sharing)?

I’m 20. I’ll be 21 in March.

25. What is your gender (if you feel comfortable sharing)?

I identify as a girl

26. What is your sexuality (if you feel comfortable sharing)?

My sexuality is a mess, lol. I’m bi, but also demi-sexual and gray-romantic.

27. What is your race and nationality (if you feel comfortable sharing)?

I’m a melting pot of a long list of Northern European countries and Native American (though I don’t really look the latter).

28. What is your religion if you have one (if you feel comfortable sharing)?

I grew up as a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (LDS to members, but more commonly known as Mormons). I’m still on the church records, but I consider myself agnostic. I have nothing against the church and they do a lot of good stuff, organized religion just isn’t for me.

29. What do you think is worth fighting for in life?

Love, freedom, family, life.

30. Do you come from a big family?

Pretty big. Medium by Utah standards, but big by the standards of anyone else in my experience. There are six kids (one stillborn, but she still counts), so a total of eight people, not counting my extended family. My mom’s side is bigger, mostly because my great grandparents were known for kinda adopting anyone and everyone.

31. Do you have a lot of friends online/offline?

A decent amount, I’d say, but my parents think I need more.

32. Do you have a good support network from friends and family?

I think so. They’re pretty good to me.

33. What do you do for a living (if you feel comfortable sharing)?

I’m a full time student, but I have a part time job at a Utah-based smoothie company similar to Jamba Juice except better.

34. What are your goal(s) in life or have you met your goal(s) in life?

I want to become a 1st Assistant Director and hopefully work on a lot of different films. I would also like to get married someday, but that’s not a priority and it’s not the end of the world if it doesn’t happen.

35. What is the most important thing(s) in a relationship?

Trust and communication.

36. Do you believe in love as pertaining to a relationship?

Yes

37. Do you like long or short hair on males/females?

All of the above

38. What is your favorite eye color(s)?

All the eye colors, though I am partial to whatever you want to call this:

39. What is your favorite hair color(s)?

I’m definitely partial to brown hair.

40. What is your favorite body shape(s) for a male/female?

I definitely prefer a physically fit man. He doesn’t have to have washboard abs (though I would never complain if he did and a beer belly is an instant turn-off), but a guy who takes care of himself physically (like Jensen, for example. He doesn’t have Jared’s abs and he never has, but he keeps himself in good condition because he knows how to treat his body right). Oh, and he has to be taller than me, even if it’s only by a little bit. As for women, what I like tends to vary. I’m partial to smaller breasts (always have been), but that’s the only real set-in-stone thing that comes to mind. Again, though, I like a lady who takes good care of her body. She doesn’t have to be an Olympic athlete and super skinny or whatever, just conscious of her health and fitness. Women in general just make me happy.

41. What is the most attractive physical feature that you find in a male/female?

Backs. When a guys has good back muscles, I melt. And womens’ backs. Ugh. That line down the middle just kills me.

42. What is the most attractive feature other than physical that you find in a male/female?

I love a partner who is smart and passionate.

43. What is the most unattractive feature other than physical that you find in a male /female (this excludes body shape)?

Lack of hygiene is an instant dealbreaker. Also, lack of an open mind.

44. What is your blog about?

Well, I think it’s pretty self explanatory, lol, but it’s 100% Jared Padalecki.

45. Is this your only blog? If no, what are the names of your other blogs and what are they about (if you feel comfortable sharing)?

This is far from my only blog. Buckle up.

My active blogs are:

@thelittleredwhocould - my main blog, mostly SPN based with a healthy dose of everything else I’m interested in

@samsexualdeancurious - my writing blog, usually NSFW

@color-of-three - a highly NSFW blog based on my equally NSFW series from my writing blog, Colors

@precious-jack - a blog all about one Jack Kline, who is my tiny son that I adore

@inside-my-blanket-fort - this is kinda my safe space blog. It’s a compilation of things that help me relax or make me smile

@myficsareinspiredbyporn - another highly NSFW blog that’s pretty much just a huge stash of porn for when I need some writing inspiration

@im-here-brother - my new Thorki blog, sometimes NSFW

@thelittleredwhocouldart - my art blog

@junior-boy-wonder - my Spencer Reid blog

@foodallergysupportnetwork - I have a bajillion food allergies, so I made this to try and bring together other with allergies to kind of support each other. Hasn’t quite taken off.

@seven-in-a-house - a sideblog for a story that’s on hold, about a guy who moves into a house with the Seven Deadly Sins

@perfjared - an inactive blog I haven’t found a purpose for yet, but I won the URL in a giveaway. I’m saving it for something good. If anyone has any suggestions, shoot them my way.

46. What does the name of your blog mean and how did you come up with it?

I think mine is pretty self-explanatory, seeing as this is a blog about Jared Padalecki

47. Can I share your answers on my blog?

Definitely!

#get to know me #admin post

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