#look my grandpa kept taking me to learn to shoot guns how can i not

[sneevl13t]

i call this one homoerotic tension!

Lets do some homoerotic shit and show each other our awful not pretty sketches 💕

[sharkdream3421]

Garrus Vakarian X Reader - Deadly Love Triangle

That mission was so tricky we all kept running out of ammo, but thankfully Nihlus had extra thermal clips on him. At least we finally cured the genophage. Wrex was thrilled that his people would be okay now, and would finally be able to reproduce and have offspring so the krogan can shape their own future. Wrex told me that he plans to focus on rebuilding and no more war for them. That was a relief to hear, all war does is cause chaos, diversity, and hate. Reminds me of the first contact war, it was war between the humans and turians. All it did was help me to cause hate toward the turians. I mean the war caused my grandpa to die, I then hated turians from that point on.

Everything changed until I met Garrus. Nihlus was the first one to come aboard the Normandy, but even then I didn't even trust him. He was one cocky son of a bitch.

"I move faster on my own."

Yeah right he could have died if Kaiden, I, and Ashley had not interfered. I told Kaiden to use his biotics on Nihlus causing him to fly into a bunch of crates and pass out. Ashley just shouted "Gun!" which did not help what so ever. I sniped the other turian, I didn't kill him because it only hit his shields, but I did throw off his aim when he was pointing that carnifex on Nihlus.

When I met Garrus I still doubted I could trust him, he just seemed dangerous. I mean he almost hit the hostage when Me, Shepard, and Ashely were about to save the lady that was from the Med Clinic, as she was being mugged from some gangsters. After talking on the Normandy though I started to know him better. He was a C-Sec officer who was surrounded by regulations, and all he thought that mattered was getting the job done no matter who he had to sacrifice. His father said he was starting to become like Saren, and for the best part. His Dad wasn't wrong.

I suggested to Garrus that he should calm down and look at the bigger picture.

"Sacrificing civilians is not the right thing to do. You know Garrus, Shepard told me that she learned from Captain Anderson that all that Saren wanted to do was complete the mission no matter how many lives were sacrificed. So don't you see? Your acting just like Saren. You also don't have to be like Nihlus either." I sighed realizing that Nihlus was Saren's apprentice. I know that Nihlus is different from Saren, in terms of treating humans with kindness and not segregation. Although, his way of fighting is the same. Shepard told me that his goal was simple, "I don't care that your human Shepard, I just care that you get the job done."

After some talking with Garrus and helping him stop Dr. Heart. Garrus started to become a paragon and less of a renegade. That was good to hear, I'm honestly a paragon and shooting people isn't always the answer. If convincing is no longer an option, then I take out my gun and shoot. Shepard is like 60% Paragon and 40% Renegade. Meanwhile, Nihlus is...complicated. He is mostly renegade, but then sometimes he's just nice? Merciful? I don't know it's hard to figure out what happens in the turian spectre's mind.

I was starting to fall for Garrus probably after we picked him up on Omega. When I heard he was very injured I was having a heart attack. I felt like I needed him, I prayed so hard that he was going to be okay. When I saw that he was fine, and he was going to recover. I just gave him the biggest hug ever. Garrus was my best friend after all, it was very hard not to hate him. He just had a great sense of humor, which would always make the crew laugh and cheer up even in the most darkest times we were in. I trusted him with my life now, and I saw no reason to hate him. I loved him, but so did Shepard.

Shepard managed to reach Garrus first before me. Dang it! I should have told him my feelings sooner! Kasumi was like the rumor mill. She would always sneak around the ship and go into other people's business. I saw Shepard head into the elevator before the Suicide Mission, then not long after I saw Garrus go into the elevator. Neither one came out of that elevator until three hours later. Who knew what they were doing? Well I knew, it hurt me like a ton of bricks. Garrus belonged to Shepard. Not me, I mean who would want to date a nerdy girl like me? Absolutely no one. I talked to Liara on the phone, she was about another one of my close or best friends I've had in my life. She suggested that I could wait for Garrus and Shepard to break up, or go find someone different. I just plainly said "I think I'll just wait, but I doubt that Shepard and Garrus would ever break up. They are like two sides of a coin, their is no Shepard without Vakarian." Liara just told me that all you can do is just hope.

Not long after the suicide mission, Shepard was placed on house arrest for being associated with Cerberus. The alliance are pretty much good at being idiots. I remember Shepard making her point across and dang it was true, but of course Hackett is too dumb to even figure out it was true.

"I had to do something about the collectors, only Cerberus did something about it. The alliance didn't even give a shit about it!"

"We would have done something if it weren't for Cerberus." Hackett defended.

When Shepard was on house arrest, I decided to hang out with Garrus and help with things on Palaven. I had never been on Palaven and yet it was amazing! The warm and sunny beaches, the nice alien like palm trees. Palaven's city's also looked nothing like I had ever seen before! I was surrounded by Turians, and some of them even gave me strange looks. Although, Garrus told me that humans do visit Palaven just not many of them do.

Garrus managed to become a "Expert Reaper advisor." I just became like his side kick or associate? Anyway, when we heard their was trouble on Palaven's moon we took a shuttle and made our way to the moon.

There we met Shepard, and Liara. Man it was good to see them again. I watched Garrus and Shepard shake hands, but their was like no kiss or anything? Maybe they accept that their relationship is finally done? This might just be my chance! I also met James Vega, and man he was just very handsome over all, but my heart belonged to Garrus. Not some muscular man, who swears f-bombs once and awhile.

Well I was wrong because after our mission on Palaven, I went down into the cargo hold, where the computer for our security cameras were. I looked at the camera that was in the Battery room and there was Shepard and Garrus kissing. I should have not gotten my hopes up. I have to admit, that Garrus and I don't belong together. He's just a friend and that's probably what he will always be.

Primarch Victus was aboard the Normandy and was hanging out in the War room. I needed some advice, and maybe Victus could have a good answer.

I walked up to him with a smile on my face, "Hey Victus!"

"Ah, Y/N. What do I owe this fine pleasure?"

I chuckled, man he was so polite and handsome. "Victus, I need some advice. I've been head over heels for Garrus for months now, but Shepard and Garrus are in a relationship right now. What do you think I should do?"

Victus sighed, "I'm not really an expert on relationships Y/N."

"Please Victus, I need your help. I'm going to lose my mind." I begged.

Victus sighed again, "I think you should tell Garrus how you feel Y/N, and if he doesn't feel the same then you should find someone else to be with."

Victus was right, there was no way Garrus and I could just become boyfriend and girlfriend if we never confessed our feelings for each other.

With me feeling super confident I thanked Victus and walked out of the War Room with me being head over heels to tell Garrus how I feel.

~~~~

Each step I took toward the elevator I got even more excited. I took the elevator one floor down, so now I was on the crew deck. I was just about to round the corner toward the main lobby where the whole crew hangs out until I hear some Human and a Turian laughing. I quickly hid around the corner and peeked to see the most surprising thing I have ever seen today.

There was Shepard and Nihlus slowly walking out of the Starboard Observation deck kissing each other with Shepard's hands on Nihlus's chest and Nihlus's hands on Shepard's waist. They walked into the elevator and then I hear the elevator door close. What the heck was that?! I ran to the front of the elevator doors to see that it was going to Shepard's cabin! What are they doing? Please don't tell me they are...no Shepard wouldn't.

I have to know, I know only one person who could find out what was going on in Shepard's room.

I barraged into Liara's office to see her looking at me with a confused look on her face.

"What's wrong Y/N? You looked panicked." Liara asked me looking worried.

I quickly ran up to her shadow broker terminal. "Liara, can you see what is going on in Shepard's room?" I asked.

"Yeah I can, why?" She asked.

"I think Shepard is doing something really bad, just please Liara, I need to find out what she's doing! I hope it isn't what I think it is." I said with worry in every fiber of my being.

"Okay calm down Y/N. I'm pulling up Shepard's room." I see Liara hitting the keys on her keyboard.

When we saw Shepard's room finally come up on the screen. Me and Liara looked at the screen very shocked. How...how...how could Shepard do this? Why? Why to Garrus?! Their was Shepard having...having sex with Nihlus. It was entirely disturbing to see. Their was Nihlus and Shepard naked and rolling in bed. It was very inappropriate to watch.

"By the Goddess." Liara said with astonishment in her voice and on her face.

Why did Shepard have to do this to Garrus? Garrus...never deserved this! Garrus never did anything wrong! Garrus was loyal to Shepard ever since from the very beginning and this is how she treats Garrus?! My hands curled into fists. I'm going to kill her!

Liara looked at me seeing the hate all over my face. She put her hand on my shoulder, "I'm so sorry you had to see this Y/N." Liara said with sympathy.

I looked down on the floor. "Why did she cheat on Garrus. Especially Garrus, why him? He's been betrayed, failed at his job, lost his own team, and now he's being cheated on over another handsome Turian. I thought Garrus was the most handsome person, his voice, his humor, he's perfect."

"I don't know Y/N, but Garrus definitely never deserved this." Liara said with sorrow.

~~~~

The next morning I had a plot for revenge! Everyone will know, because everyone will be there to see me expose Nihlus and Shepard. I woke up from my bed in the room where the crew would hang out. I took the covers off me and landed on the cold floor with my two cold feet. I slipped my jacket on, my boots, and a pair of jeans. With my anger in tow I opened the door and made my way to the lobby where breakfast was always served.

There she was. That piece of shit sitting at that table looking very happy to see Garrus, yeah right! Wait until I expose the truth.

Liara sat across the table looking at me with a worried look on her face. I looked at her, and she shook her head when I had my fist right by my side.

"Don't do it Y/N, if you expose the truth it's going to do more harm than good." Liara told me, she wasn't loud, but she wasn't quiet either.

"I have to do this Liara. It's the only way." I said.

I raised my fist and hit her really really hard, right in the jaw. Even a tooth popped out! Garrus looked at me very shocked. I mean I did just hit his ex-girlfriend.

"Y/N what are you doing?!" Liara had yelled.

"I'm doing what is justice! Hey everyone, I have something very important to tell you!" I yelled where everyone in the ship could hear.

Everyone gathered around, and I mean EVERYONE gathered around like in a giant circle with Garrus, Shepard, and I in the middle.

"What does (Last name), (First name) wish to tell us?" Legion asked with his head tilted as his optic grew even brighter.

"Shepard cheated on you Garrus! I saw it! I saw it all! Shepard had some really good sex with Nihlus over there!" I yelled as I pointed to Nihlus who looked completely chill.

Liara sighed, "I can confirm that Y/N, is telling you all the truth. I saw it with my own eyes."

Garrus looked shocked, no emotion, utter despair on his face, he didn't even move an inch. Several people gasped, several people looked at Shepard in disapproval, and looked completely pissed off.

"Not cool Commander." James said.

"You are no Siha." Thane blurted out.

"We find Shepard-Commander's actions unforgiving." Legion sounded displeased.

Garrus just walked away in depression. I looked at Garrus, he just showed no emotion, his heart was completely broken. Most of me feels like it was the right thing to do, justice was served. Although, a part of me feels like I did the wrong thing. What did I do to Garrus? Shepard looked around seeing everyone very pissed off. Shepard just ran away, probably to her little hideout, which was her cabin.

I ran after Garrus to see if he was going to be okay. "Garrus! Garrus are you okay?" I asked.

Garrus turned with sadness in his eyes, "No, I don't think I will be. I just need to do some calibrations." Garrus had said as he slowly walked toward the Main Battery.

I would have laughed at him because he said calibrations, just like every time I would, but this time no laugh came from me.

~~~~

Everyone had done their own thing for the rest of that day. Shepard just stayed in her cabin the whole time unless she was called to the War Room or had some matters to attend to. Today, I decided to visit Garrus and see how he was doing as yesterday must have been tough on him.

When the main battery's doors opened I found Garrus collapsed on the floor.

"Garrus!" I yelled as I ran up to him.

I helped him up and he looked at me with tired eyes. "Y/N, I had the most weirdest dream. You were there saying that Shepard cheated on me, and everyone else was so pissed." Garrus said.

I looked down in shame. "That wasn't a dream Garrus, it's true. I revealed that Shepard cheated on you with Nihlus."

Garrus looked down. "Oh, I see. I'll just work on some calibrations then."

I sighed. "Garrus, it's not your fault, I'm sorry that I was selfish and told everyone what had happened, I didn't think that it would affect you like this, I should have known better."

"That bastard Nihlus. Besides I felt like my relationship with Shepard was a bit odd after all. It's okay, I just need some time to move on." Garrus said as he took a small deep breath.

"Garrus, I...I love you, but I understand if you don't want to be with me. Your previous girlfriend cheated on you, and I should probably shut up now. I'll be in the shuttle bay." I walked out of the main battery with a lot on my mind.

~~~~

No, that part doesn't go there. I attached the modifier on the top of the carnifex. Ah, there we go! Now it can provide a little more damage. I also attached another modifier, which can allow some more shots to be fired so we have a less chance that we are going to run out of thermal clips. I grabbed the next weapon, which was the N7 Hurricane. Has a really fast rate of fire, but has very bad accuracy. I just probably set more modifiers on the stability and accuracy then.

"Y/N."

I turned around to see Garrus walking toward me. Looking scared? "Hey Garrus, what's wrong?" I asked my best friend.

"I had time to think, and I...love you too Y/N. All those times we had on Palaven, having dinner together, watching Turian films with each other, going shopping. I loved every moment with you. I didn't know if it was okay to abandon my relationship with Shepard, but I also felt something in me when I was around you. The truth is, I love you (First name), (Last name). I loved you for a couple months." Garrus then put his talons on my hands. "Is it okay if you can be my girlfriend?" He asked.

He asked...HE ASKED me! Oh my gosh, my dream has come true!

"Yes! Yes! You have no idea how long I've waited for this moment!" I cheerfully shouted as I hugged my new boyfriend.

"I love you Y/N." Garrus said with comfort in his voice, as I felt his talon going against the back of my head.

"I love you too Garrus, always have been, and always will." I said with the biggest smile on my face.

~~~~

"(Last name), (First name) we would like to ask you something."

I turned around to find Legion with flowers in his hands. It was strange seeing the innocent geth boy with flowers in his hands.

"Yeah what's up Legion?"

"We have researched some of Earth's culture and religion, and we believe that when someone wishes to show gratitude or kindness. Flowers are a good way to show it." Legion had talked like he was a calculator or something, which was like all the time.

"Who are you giving it to?" I asked with a smile on my face. It's hard to be mad at Legion. He is so good at acting innocent all the time.

"Creator Zorah. We calculate that giving Creator Zorah flowers will help increase our trust, and have less hostility towards us." Legion replied.

I smiled, he's so adorable. "Go ahead Legion, I think she will like it."

Legion replied with a nod and the flaps around his eye opening up. Legion left my cabin in search of Tali.

I smiled as I looked back at the datapad.

"Why was Legion holding flowers?" Garrus asks as he sat on the edge of my bed and gave a little kiss on my cheek.

"He was wanting to give them to Tali, I think he might just have a crush on her." I told Garrus as I smirked.

"So what brings you up here?" I asked.

"Oh, I just wanted to see the love of my life, and make sure she was okay." Garrus said as he gave a small chuckle.

I set the datapad down, and scoot closer towards Garrus. "I am okay thanks for asking, just looking at preparations before we land on Rannoch. I could use a break though."

Garrus put a talon on my face and gently played with my hair with his other talon. "How about we ease up some tension and test your flexibility?"

I smirked, " I would love too."

I read someone's story about Garrus and a Nihlus lives AU and then suddenly I thought what would happen if Shepard cheats on Garrus for Nihlus? Nihlus deserves more attention and should have survived Eden Prime. He would have been a great squad mate in the trilogy! Thank you for reading and have a awesome day!

Masterlist

[pndnj]

Cathartic- Yellow Metal Lyrics

Heres where I am with the lyrics, I referenced @25Goldenn on twitter for some of it that I couldn’t comprehend. 

*music*

0:23

Dark matter, like painted splatters, they fit better, the old saying, the way it goes, better the devil you do then you don’t know. I hit pedals and switch levers, my heart metal, I can't settle, im part trouble, they are not subtle. I fuck good so fuck cuddles, burst bubbles the thrist levels at new heights, i down doubles, and got baked til I felt high, my face puzzled, felt muddled, far strung and your floors woodent, the thought might but the fit wouldn’t. A fortnight

0:46 - 1:00

And I thought right, it’s all bark and no bite, I’m Tony Stark still embarking on a dream, took a bit of time to take darkness from the team. Seen what I saw. Heartless on the sleeve. Tried to burn my wings, so I put them in a piece on my chest , at peace no rest.

1:00-1:15

Flipped this on it’s head. Rip the script up now, flip it don’t pretend, slipping shit again, Fakers all around me, I’ve been living in pretense. Fake friends won’t make amends. There’s no need, these mean comments control the scenes. Attentionseekers, the spine is weakened

1:15-1:24

This family needs, what a family needs, and the planet bleeds, the damaged trees. It’s never leaving til we ascend so fuck the fence, and until they stop killing colour it’s fuck the feds.

1:22 - 1:44

You must be off it, I mean it, you know you ain’t never get with the judging and I used to dread growing my beard too long, never felt I belonged, but it's really long like a minute I ain’t looking to no mans for the limits, They’re feeling timid, I’m telling them who they mimic, why they don't look like a clinic …. Why they don't get no women, Still, we’re just fucking girls, Lost in the wrong world, Jurassic, now to this vermin

1:41-  1: 50

Kicking the game I’m serving, these losers are never learning, my fire is forever burning, adding it to my fuel, seems like I’m always focused on never becoming you, These locals that rob us feeling … was for a reason.

1:52-2:02

I’m seeing my new beginnings, watch out this loser’s winning, and no water is too deep to swim in Like I’m about to see a killing, I’m all the way that and living, flawless and feeling lawless, the prison now to the gimmicks, my vision is set to something,

2:03-:2:20

I’m watching you bitches plummet, no matches here for my cunning, you rappers are feeling done in, switching your genre, running and Running your jaw, stunting, pulling at straws, something  I think you’re a poor effort, deaf and tone deaf and I ain’t treat you separate. Living, I’m in my element, riding it like a … never lose me to fentanyl, scared when I take a benadryl. Keeping it green in general

2:20- 2:46

Think that you remain irrelevant. Look at yourself with reverence, hoping to always elevate. Celibate of these thoughts, killing themselves with sedatives. In comparison to eminem, you’re feeling feminine. Impolitically correct, still dropping on my dick. And I never gave a fuck about what they say abt my shit, I’ve been moving things in my mind like it’s this mountain dew Memories have made me wonder if one day I’m after you. What’s the purpose that you do, is what you're hoping that they learn, i’d like to say i’m done but it’s getting up on my nerves

2:46 -2:55

I’m looking at my life, saying what do I deserve. It’s hard to say I know when I’m walking through the dirt. Talking while you’re nothing I can see for what it’s worth. I’m tired of feeling hurt and I’ve tried enough but nothing works.

2:55-3:40

I’m racking up excuses while I’m slacking off on work. Chit chatting is the usual, talking to this clerk, i beg you don’t include me. I might write it on my shirt so everytime they see me, the oldest know to swerve. SWERVE Life is potent, bits of fucked shit… till they took notice weren’t  no hocus pocus, it was hard work that got me heard so i put in the graph like google maps but the whole earth

… around my door mat, taking over like the drones, rolling dirt up in miles like the water, and exploding like Annas hematoma. Don't need to see a slammer to know that I don't want to go man

I’m a showman. I’m just focused on the drama… like i’ve got my own insurance, show myself the pain, like i boxed it in the frame, if we’re about to talk greatness im great, the way you have to say my name like beyonce

“Say my name”

4:00-4:46

Just a bum with a cigarette, sun coming up, all my thoughts on the internet. Feeling deep, I’m just bored with the silhouette single sec,  get fucked up for the thrill of it . killer streak playing Pacman. Like I came from the Philippines vanilla bean still a thing for the thrill of scene,

Theres a beam, UFO, Leave it well alone  I aint moving, stood still on the peloton, telephone and its always on the dial tone,  it's been a while since i’ve smiled at a milestone, seen a big pile in my mind stone, me against the world on my Jack Jones, Like I’m John Jones, With pictures in the condo, far from John Doe, in the ___, like I'm Johnny Bravo, got pravado, with a small dick sitting in golados, feeling far gone, cuz that last hit was the good shit, was that stay lit

4:48-5:02

You can never take my shit come and get me. On the top floor,  cloud 9, fading, never bailing, felt amazing, inhaling, til my lungs two guns blazing. Overcome all the stunts that I pulled. A suit of just skin and then wool

5:02- 5:17

This life doesn’t give you no armour, a lot of myself can harm ya. I swear on what’s good, that I’m here till they take me. I pray that I’m wrinkled, at least over 80, and start moving like a ruler, ?damaged? Like a computer going fast, bars from the jeweler, bring the songs to the beach in hopes of finding tuna

5:18-5:36

…

5:36- 6:16

Grab a bat, lose my rag. Couple things got me mad, a couple people got me wrong and now I’m changing up the swag. Coming in and stealing it, I might take the whole bag. Feeling undefeated, I’m a beast with a reason, and imma lead the whole pack. Fearless like I’m Caesar, I’m just waiting for a chance to fill it up with diesel, and all I've been achieving is clocking miles in its region, moving like a legion.

Promise that I made to myself an allegiance. Do you still believe I’m a fool for ever leaving, staring at the ceiling, can never put a cap on achieving. I’m just here for the rap, then I’m leaving.

I’ve had about enough of being my own enemy, it’s time I grew up,  a long way from 17. Always went against the grain, struggles in my life. Got some things to say when I stand up on a mike.

6:16-6:32

I ain’t dropping this for fame, I need this time, like therapy, it’s just to keep me sane. The truth is on my medicine, can’t put that on your plate.

Speeding into everything, bout time I fixed the brakes. Don’t say I can’t communicate , you know I conversate with you in several different ways. And I know you know it’s references, looking at your face.

6:33- 6:53

Can’t justify mistakes, like every man that made them, seems I ain't  the one to blame. Lying to myself, only had so much to gain, so now I’m switching up the plate, see if that affects the place, im at on most days

I ain’t going with the usual so they looking at me strange. Confused, I can feel it all,  I’m here to make a change. It’s cold at 3am outside, I’m walking with the dog, thanking god that you don’t talk at all, my mind is switching off

6:54-7:12

Driving down to find myself, cuz I’ve been getting lost, lived this selfless life and found I can give a toss. Lessons that I’ve learned I’ve tried teaching to myself. What I’ve learnt from certain people is that they’re better than myself.

So I surround myself with real ones, and you feel the plastic melt. Like burning toy soldiers that used to go up on the shelf. Recycle the ideas, conveying on the belt

7:14-7:29

.. circus, always hurting the way we felt? Embarrassed that we dreamt of bigger things and letting go of notions till we feel them in cement

Tired of only hoping, we feel broken men. Cuz the gravity is weight and has kept us to the ground, see the only people speaking with favors in their mouths

7:46-7:58

Got killer rhymes… no fillers, like godzilla, eating clouds cuz my smokes thicker, throat licker, my dope sicker, bringing people their hope like im the pope slicker,  i hope you’re getting the point cuz i walk quicker

I thought my city was shit bcs I want bigger like my zipper couldn’t zip up fed up with the…my love is fickle.. Residual age has a primitive face

I see demise for your limited ways, Left it to simmer, simmer away…a fake glimmer in the haze

8:09-8:11

Feeling trapped this industry is a cage

8:34-8:50

Nobody’s speaking the truth, I’m offended by the State. Look at the state of the news, I’ve decided the argument, reciting my views, while they’ve been sat in their chairs, I’m feeling pressure to choose.

Standing here as one man, how can I do half when you’re half the person I am. If it wasn’t in your life, you didn’t choose it. It’s the funny thing about music. It’s the pain and beauty of it.

8:52-9:11

Don’t give a fuck what my suit is, it looks good so I wear it, better than the shoot that People’s wearing, changing the whole narrative for these basics and scarcity

Been facing the racists from back when i were a kiddie .born up in in 93’. been living in Bradford City..kicked me out of the schools, they had a problem with me hitting the kids that would call me p*** still sitting in the classroom chilling, and i'm angry now that I’m older I see they treat us different

9:12-9:25

got me thinking I’m the problem cuz they never dealt with those issues.

20 years later I’m still in the same boat, tryna treat me like my grandpa, say I came up off the boat. Came to tell you what I stand for, man I think you’re shit, a joke. How can I be civil, when they got me by the throat

9:25-9:35

Pushing my feelings down, you ain’t got it like them

‘Boy your skin is so light’, ok motherfucker take my name up on a flight. Try to convince immigration that your bloodline’s half white.

9:35-9:45

I don’t know how that’s acceptable, when life is more susceptible to perception, be the death of them. I’ve been looking at the sky saying where’s that day of reckoning, you had your prophets right when they say that you would speak to them.

9:45-9:55

I need justice in this life and I trust that it’s my fight, cuz when I’m writing it feels right to have them focused on the facts again. Focused on the rap again, hoping for the change, gunna put this on the map again

9:55-10:16

Writing in all caps again, the pain, it goes through me so I write the letter. All the shit that could have brought me but made me better.

I’m at home with a pain in my soul , yeh rap… cuz you know I was too real to contest it, my time was invested. Now I look at the industry, I see it infested, looking like kids who would write on nesquik.

10:17-10:29

My name ain’t on the list unless they label it ethnic.

I ain’t never gave a fuck about these jokers and jesters. Ain’t no answers for these things, so just save us the questions, man allowed of violence, cuz my silence is deafening, your opinion stinks, somebody get him a breath mint.

10:30- 10:42

Start to understand why they think that I’m threatening, I move in certain ways, couldn’t slow me with ketamine Now they all wanna hear me, got a table at letterman. Direction changed, like I changed up the lettering. Don’t believe the age ,bcs I move like a veteran.

10:42 - 10:47

Raised on the benefit for whose benefit, they’ll never learn shit, man, if the shoe fits.

…no words coming out when you open your mouth

And to be honest, it’s insulting, offensive to my wounds that have been salting. Tryna ask me questions that they know I never answer. I’d rather sit online and reply to the fan art

11:00-11:06

Fuck a sports car, coming through when i rapped

tell you what I like, farm life and the tractor

11:06- 11:17

Fake life, 'sup online, suck a fat one. You don’t wanna buy into that, none of that son. Sitting in the garden 98’ in the Datsun,  seen some hot summers but I still remember that sun.

*music*

11:51- 12:34

I make millions off of my pain, cause I know a few millions still living that way

Dealing with the hurt, they should know cause they don’t deserve it, it hit deep cause i hit the nerve. Only way that the sheep learn if the street firm, in my ways I don’t wanna change, everything just stay the same

Who you tryna convince you understand, cant maintain, let the lights dim some,  get the Chow Mein, flex, get the tape, right up at night

Why these men be nice to my face, be nice,  i ain’t tryna be a gangsta ruins my vibe

Rather be low-key and on my phone. Never need the trophy or the show piece

Never show peace in a North Face fleece. Show kids this like i wrote my flip

Cause the sign might fit till the start i’m sick

12:37-13:05

Now you see where I come from, the world don’t. Only achievement in this life is the Jordans. Committing petty crimes out of boredom, we can’t afford them. So I stole it, need a rolex

Go make sense, get yourself a job, It’s a poor man’s game tryna sit and pray to god, he ain’t sorting out your problems, gotta sort them out yourself

Used to tell us fables, now I’m writing them myself, Cause we raw like animals we all just need some help

Cathartic, I’m an artist, trying to put my heart in

Felt double crossed like Leo in Departed

13:05- 13:27

For the knowledge i’m not charging see I got it all free

But my hunger kept me starving like i’m feening for the feed

I just Need a reason to see me bleeding for my creed. Trick you with the words like I keep em up my sleeve. Picking where I fit, I see me sitting with the queen

I ain’t doing it unless you’re used to saying please

Let me flow a bit, before I sting 'em with the bees, They tryna kill us with disease

(Music)

13:34- 14:12

Why does it feel like they had the same notebook and the same four looks

Like the rain won't touch on their face, so sus when they lie don’t trust not a minor

Please no fuss, I just move through the game like must

Something in the way i adjust till i stick, Free falling like the ship, free fall till i bust

Remember 21 brother gave no fucks. Trying to project when they give them looks

In the projects, in the objects us

In my own way, never gave me love, shoulda never started this, broken hearted kid

Dried up the feeling till I stole the lid

Don’t wanna relish in the fame but I can’t resist

14:46-14:58

I like the way we feel, I like the way, I like the way

Ain’t no mistake, i am a being

I ain’t tryna be a leader, been selling out since Jesus

All my rhymes are for the readers, between the lines, like Father time, I fuck Mother Nature

14:58-15:40

That’s what they get, the connotations. Tell 'em I lived a life, and then I lived a life of adjacent? like its…. and played it patient.

Alone on my own spaceship, always tryna find greatness, still defying lines, but I’m fighting in my prime.

Shining light like Kylo while imma kill it all the time. Aging like I’m wine

Asian in my face, but still my race you can’t define. Focused on defiance, imma fight it while it’s life.

Started something sick and on my mind is what’s next, just became a dad so now I’m taking all the cheques. Better know I’m staying and paying like it’s debt. Imma get it done, if it’s taking all my breath, sweat, and down I ain’t messing around til I’m the best

Speaking in full sentences, shoulda thought about a strategy before you went at the stratosphere about this… rings around Saturn, this ain’t a battle, I’m sat, I’m here

15:40-16:22

Catch me doing magic, hired and sounding tragic I think you could use practice and until that you get the blacklist and pull like a … actress? Fooling them like a catfish, schooling like a legend, happy to be the reference, fusing like iridescence, leaving them all guessing, leaking out of my brain like a pipe I aint fixing, shining like a star you can see it from a distance

Aint many of me around p*** I’m just different Certain stages to this level aint here because fame is to the devil fuck a label, imma do this from the ghetto, clean up like Im Dettol

I’m the man to put a bet on, sight smart like a weapon,  this is my kind of setting, i write the world I’m sat in, while these others live on hype, i see them fight in how they type, the fruit is ripe for the taking, i think i might

16:22-16:57

Let me take you away from here, Let me take you away from here, Let me take you away from here

16:58- 17:47

Eccentric things are mentioned like a kid stuck in detention tryna escape im just spitting what is written on the next page, spitting image of my dad in his young days

Born sinner when i’m livid i say fucks sake

Don’t worry i’m too cunning with no plumbing, the waterworks, i sung something that resonates, i thought it first like giving birth to the parrot perch

They see me do it and they know it works

Don’t know what’s worse: the way that you live your life or the way that you write a verse

You’ll be nervous, you don’t deserve it we’ll scratch the surface ill leave a crater, lift the dirt up to find the hurting

Can’t know for certain nothing is guaranteed, tryna be a better person than the world deserves to see cuz i see a lot of sharks still swimming in the sea

Cease and arrest what’s the reason.. And these the kinda kids we bringing up next

Distorted reality, all they needed was family, too hard to face, to see what the damage is

17:47

*i don’t wanna be, i don’t wanna be, a part of this, no, i don’t wanna be, i don’t wanna be, a part of this, *

18:04-18:38

Sometimes they ask the questions too deep to form a sentence, to disform, is this the norm, is this the sentence i feel defenseless i played the setlist, and all my sweat blood and tears, forgot to mention feeling lost, going off into different sections i feel like love wrecked it

If it’s not a drug why am i waiting for the next fix, affected, i cant believe that you left this

I guess I leave for the best wish, moving on like im fine for the lectures

We see it all from spectrums, cuz if we’re falling down we can fall down together

Staircase to heaven, mirror down the middle like 11, resentment on one side it won’t settle

18:38- 19:14

Mind fried but taking sense, they aint got a sense of themselves in the rich ends

Need to spell it out for them.. Made for them so witness

I know you feel afflicted but you always love it with me while im laughing at you, ya think you’re laughing with me

I try to (i love you) but im grown so they don’t fit me, my body thrown from the new to this old city so Im sick of sitting on my own, feeling so shitty, i’ve been on roads where its cold and the snow hitting

Its okay to be yourself, sit and talking to myself

I’ve been walking for the longest, just need a little rest, know i ain’t the strongest, I can feel it in my chest, talking about my feelings and of me, they get the best

19:14-19:59

They aint leaving, seeing breathing in my breath

Till death do us part is just seeded in my heart, like a work of art

Never winning,im just scared

Cant begin from the start, do i play a part in the rhythm of the night

I guess i’m onto something cuz the dark is feeling right

Every cloud got a lining, put my own miles  in, like moralis, figured that they’re jealous, that they could just never tell us to change because the weather never made me question whether or not i’m not that level

Got rid of all the bullshit sitting in my way, most of them are full of shit i see it every day

I do hearing the same things that i do, maybe that shits hitting like haiku

How much do you pay for them to hype you

Recycle your flaws but they aint like new, leaving and conceded and full of diesel like engines that need a cleaning, the ending will be revealing. Even though we ain’t raising the facts, now we been facing.

20:01-20:52

The cactus with spikes, needing spaces. Different faces, the same story. A full body like straight body direct to your system.

Could never tell 'em we missed’ em. Not even with the thoughts, we gift them. Cuz they just take advantage, guess we are caught in a system.

My soul pouring out details of borrowed time, had enough of a fill, this is for sorrow time. I’m seeing visions of Heaven, I seen the severed line, between the gospel they speak and when theyre telling lies.

Remember telling a friend of mine, you’d sent of mine, identified like a 3rd eye. Got a habit of knowing now where the dirt lies. So benign. I ain’t sober after 9, so I fuck their minds. Why you flipping out, see another

Try to rep it from the city, fuck a chiller crew, repping for the nittys, trying to keep us down, raised on the social, don’t want to let us out of the system. Me, I insist we assist them, me alone putting shifts til I lift them

20:53-21:12

I know it’s hard, that’s why I like it, I’m fit to fight it, I’m from the North, I’m backing Tyson, it’s been decided, don’t see no light. They needing guiding, just redefining, realizing, I’m realigning, in full finance, they stay silenced.

Can’t be louder, I’m juiced up with no powder. I fix shit like a slick spanner. Gone green like Bruce Banner. So free Gaza on my banner

21:12-21:51

The real McCoy, I ain’t nothing to toy with, signifying peace like a Japanese Koi Fish. How did this happen, we’re moving backwards in our timeline, killing us with cyanide, Right up for the freedom 'til we transform like Ironhide

This is bout my feelings, the way that I move affects the fate that I’m sealing. Can’t say nothing, with that something being on the page, kept inside the pen like the bars that have been kept caged. See I always had a plan, since I was young, we had nothing man

Now it’s been a few years since I ain’t seen the fam, on foreign lands. Bout to climb Everest in the avalanche. Right into the riddles as soon as you were born. Never asking the question cuz it’s the norm. See I’m in a questionin’ session

21:52-22:03

Like the manner got a method to teaching a lesson, listen to MF Doom, he taught me like Ra’s Al Ghul. Felt like living in Gotham, the people were rotten. Still we play cartoons so it’s never forgotten.

22:03-22:15

Chilling at the top but we came from the bottom. Writing and jottin for them life by, spotting the difference

*Dreams, was growing out of me, sun promising that tomorrow it will rise, time playing games with my mind, I swear it will pass us by

Train goes on the tracks, smoke, I’m tired to hide my thoughts, so blinded in flames, Don’t know where we’re going, I have no way of knowing, only see what’s in my head

Can’t we wait a minute, so we can savour this, It’s on my brain again, these days, It on my brain again these days”

23:10-23:46

They’re hating on Palestine ways, The oh no Palace playing Prince on the Steinway, Sending out mind waves, stop them like crimewaves, Freedom fighter, Yellow Metal is my name

Like vipers, I see the sly ones, the snake that’s called Biden, none of them abiding what they might put in writing

We should be used to it by now, say whatever for the vote and then just choose another route, say they’d never kill another unless that brother’s skin is brown

I’m just telling you the facts, if you can’t take it, the truth naked, to bare bones and my thoughts lately, spitting politics.. Done ain’t it, Shit just gets me vexed, and now I’m sitting that I think of it

23:45-23:59

Feeling on the brink of it, whatever it is, Figure out some shit at least it feels that way

talk about my feelings and I don’t feel so strange, finding solace, that’s a promise, in Metropolis but being honest, can’t write a sonnet, without some pain

24:00-24:40

Can’t fade away, away so we can savour this, been on my brain again these days

Can't find a way to be so you can savour this, been on my brain these days

Singing the song for another, singing a song for another

[its-monster-mash]

Marko(Lost Boys) X Frog!Reader Imagines

Gender Neutral Reader

Content Warnings: gun, near death, brief mention of weed

• You spent most of your life on the East Coast, but you had a lot of family out west, including your beloved Grandfather. So when he passed, you dropped everything to attend the funeral

• You didn’t even recognize Edgar and Alan when you showed up at the trailer with your bag; last time you saw them Ed was just learning his first words(“Bullshit”, thanks Uncle Frog), and Al couldn’t even walk yet. Now here they are, a couple of Angsty sullen teenagers

• “You guys used to be so cute, what happened?” “We grew up.” “Oh please, what are you, 12?”

• You decided to stay for a while, help out with the comic book store while your Uncle deals with the legal stuff about your grandfather’s death. Dying sure was a pain in the ass, you guessed

• All things considered, you liked the work. You were a huge comic fan, and the store was slow enough that you had plenty of time to spend working on your own art. You hoped maybe you’d have your own comic some day, if only you could stick to one idea...

• In fact, you were so focused on your art that you forgot to lock up after closing time; so you were more than a little bit started when someone tossed a comic on your desk

• You look up to see a curly-headed blond man, with one of the most beautiful faces you had ever seen, and you can’t help but blush, he smiles at this. “New in town? I think I’d remember seeing you.”

• You notice his friends snicker as they mill around the store. So he IS flirting with you...this does nothing to help your blushing

• You try to collect yourself, ringing up his comic book as you explain your situation; about your grandfather, and how you’re staying with your uncle for a while...how you accidentally kept the shop open way late

• He seems infinitely more interested once he hears that you’re an artist, and absolutely wants to see your work. In fact, he doesn’t even wait for you to respond. “Is that your sketchbook?” Is all the warning you have before he’s snatching it off of your desk and flipping through it

• His jaw all but drops as he appreciates your work. “This is so sick!” Suddenly he’s pushing the sketchbook back to you. “Can you draw me?”

• Normally, you hate that question as much as any other artist, but you’d been dying to draw him since you saw his face, so you absolutely take him up on that

• It doesn’t take you very long to sketch him, and the second you’re finished he snatches it out of your hands, staring at it like he hasn’t seen himself in years

• While he’s busy being in awe, you snatch the sketchbook back from him, much to his surprise, and you hold up a finger to tell him to wait while you scratch your phone number onto the page. You hope he can read your terrible writing

• You tear the page out of the sketchbook, handing it to him. “Here, my phone number...you could call it sometime...if you want to.”

• Your heart flutters when he smiles, and you think you might die when his fingers brush yours when he takes the page. “I want to.”

• His spikyheaded friend nods at him, signaling it’s time for them to leave. “Name’s Marko, I’ll call you!”

• After a couple of late night phone calls, you never leave the shop open late again; Marko never failing to pick you up just after the sun goes down. You tease him about never seeing him in the daylight, like he’s one of those vampires from your cousins’ favorite comic

• “I’ve never seen you in the daylight either.” “Fair enough.”

• Unfortunately, your cousins overhear this little talk just outside of the shop; and one very early morning you notice them sneaking out of the house...you follow of course, you are the adult after all

• Following at a distance, you watch them climb into an old cave...very clearly labeled “Stay Out”. You wonder if maybe they go down there to get stoned with their friends or something...they have friends right? You consider leaving them be...but decide it would be so much funnier to bust them

• Except it isn’t funny at all. By the time you get down there, you hear your cousins’ screams. You frantically follow the sound, and much to your surprise you find Marko, his face distorted monsterously, ready to tear Edgar’s throat out

• You hardly even notice his friends, making a daring slide to pick up the stake Ed had dropped, and grabbing onto Marko. You aren’t strong enough to pry his grip off of your cousin, but the shock of seeing you here causes him to let go anyway. Ed scrambles to Al’s side, terrified under the gaze of the other vampires

• You press the point of the stake to Marko’s chest, and he looks at you with the most devastated expression. “Touch my cousins and he fucking dies.”

• Contempt and fear plays across the faces of the other vampires, guys you thought had become your friends since you started dating Marko; they didn’t know if you could kill him, but they didn’t want to take that chance. David nods for them to part so your cousins can start climbing out of the cave

• Marko...Marko looks at you with his golden eyes full of sorrow and anguish. Seeing him now for the monster he is, you know that the only reason you’re still alive is because he doesn’t want to kill you. You have a stake pressed to his chest, but you both know he could tear your throat out before you ever got the chance to use it

• “(Y/N), please, I-”

• As soon as your cousins reach the safety of daylight, you toss the stake violently to the floor, glaring into Marko’s eyes. You don’t even spare him a final word before you turn and walk away

• Every night, the phone rings; your Uncle doesn’t even bother to tell you anymore, just hanging up the second he hears Marko’s voice. If he knew the truth about what happened that night he’d be terrified, but as it stands he just thinks you had a nasty breakup; and you’re grown...so it’s not his business

• You hate yourself for it, but you miss him...you want to blame it on his Vampiric Charm, but you know in your heart that he never had to manipulate your feelings...they were real

• One night, you just can’t stand lying awake staring at the ceiling anymore. At damn near 3am, you leave quietly so not to awaken your family, and take off for your grandpa’s old shooting range

• Perhaps it was unwise to take yourself to a secluded area so far from any civilization in the dead of night, but you don’t care anymore. You load your grandfather’s old shotgun, the one he taught you to hunt with, and fire at the target

• Eventually, you hear a lone dirtbike pull up the long road behind you; you don’t even turn to look at him. “It’s four AM Marko, what are you doing here?” You fire at the target in the distance

• He walks up behind you, watching you lazily reload. “I could ask you the same thing.”

• “S’my grandpa’s range. I couldn’t sleep so I figured I’d get in some target practice.” *Ting* “You know that’s no good against Vampires, right?” “It’s not for vampires.”

• He can’t help but be frustrated with you; how could you just come out into the open like this? In the middle of the night? Were you stupid or suicidal?

• You don’t need to read minds to know what he’s thinking. He opens his mouth to speak and you cut him off. “If you wanted me dead, I never would have left that cave.”

• “So why didn’t you do it? You know what I am now, so why didn’t you drive that stake through my heart?” “Even if I could have stabbed you faster than you could have killed me, your brothers would have torn me to pieces.”

• “My brothers aren’t here now.”

• You finally turn to look at him, tears welling in your eyes at the sight of him. Your heart tenses at the sight of the sun threatening to rise on the horizon. “If you don’t leave now, I won’t even have to kill you.”

• “No (Y/N).” You can see the tears in his eyes as he shifts into his monstrous form. “No, if you really want me dead, you’re gonna see it.”

• You’re confused at first, until you see the smoke beginning to rise as the first rays of morning light threaten him. “Marko, what are you doing?”

• He lets out an agonized hiss as his skin begins to singe. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

• Tears well in your eyes as you run to him, throwing your jacket over him in an attempt to shield him from the sun. “Knock it off!” You practically drag him into the old gun shack

• He collapses to the floor once you get him inside, too weak to stand. “If I’m gonna die, I want it to be you.” He sounds so raspy and exhausted

• You shake your head, tossing an old blanket over him. “Well too bad. You’re not dying on me today.”

[writefasttalkevenfaster]

Aaron Hotchner / A Promise Amongst the Storm

Prompt: Based on season 11, episode 22, “The Storm” aka the episode Hotch gets arrested. 

Summary: A family always kept their promises - but you just hoped you could keep yours to Jack, and get his father out of jail. 

Word Count: 4,806

Warnings: fluff, angst, some language, reader going very lawyery on people’s asses, me possibly having too much fun using a tiny bit of what I learned in law school, mentions of Haley, use of dialogue from the episode

"You getting all packed up?" Aaron asks, his footsteps heavy with the thud of his shoes against the carpeted hardwood. 

"Uh-huh," Aaron walks across the dining area, a kiss to your forehead. 

"That means you too," you were typing furiously at your laptop, brow thoroughly furrowed. You needed to get this email out to your opposing counsel, just to let him know how inappropriate that sandbagging he pulled was, and how you were going to let the judge know that in your discovery meeting today. 

"I'm almost done, grandpa, give me a minute," you mock grumble, shooting a grin to Jack, who hid his smile as he packed his backpack, before running out the room to grab something. 

Aaron hums, his arms curl around you, "Is that how it's gonna be, old timer?" 

"Since when am I old?" You giggle, as his large hands press into your hips, before wrapping around your middle. He presses a kiss to your neck, fingers finding yours, the cool metal of your wedding bang against his skin. 

"Since you married a grandpa," he murmurs against your skin, as Jack re-enters, grimacing. 

“Can you guys not be gross so early in the morning?” he has a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips, “I just ate breakfast.” 

“I didn’t realize we were so gross that we could induce sickness amongst children,” you say, and Aaron laughs, pressing one last kiss to your cheek.  

“Must be the elderly thing,” and you scoff, hands on your hips. 

“Jack, am I old?” and then you see him hesitate, “Don’t answer that.” 

“Good thinking,” Aaron mumbles, and you stick your tongue out at him, as Jack smiles, continuing to pack up his backpack. 

The doorbell rings, and you see Aaron strode by to open it, “Hurry up,” he warns you more than Jack. You shut your laptop and tuck into your bag just in time to see J.J. and Henry enter past Aaron, grinning, “Good morning,” 

“Hi,” J.J. greets, before the kids start talking. 

“Did you bring the comics?” You throw your bag over your shoulder, ready to leave. 

“Yeah, the new one comes out today,” Henry replies, the kids heading over to the dining table, as you mouth to J.J. ‘What comics?’ 

She waves you off, ‘It’s fine. Our kids are nerds.’ You hide your laugh, as Jack finishes up packing up, continuing to discuss the comics at length with Henry as he does. 

“We really appreciate you giving us a drive today,” J.J. says, a small smile on her face, as Hotch goes to unlock the gun safe. 

“Sure, absolutely. Any time,” he replies with a smile. 

“I wish you would do it more often,” you squeeze beside her and Henry, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, squeezing J.J.’s hand,  “I miss you both now that I’m working at the Attorney General's.” 

“Well, Hotch makes it sound like you’re fitting in just fine—” 

“More than just fine,” Aaron says, placing his gun in his holster, as you frown at him, “you just closed a major case last week for the Attorney General’s office—” 

And J.J. raises her eyebrows, “I didn’t hear about this,” 

“Technically, I can’t talk details, but it was quite a victory,” you shrug, “but the case has been going on for years, years before I started working there.” 

“You have to give yourself more credit,” he presses a kiss to your forehead, as J.J. helps the kids finish packing up. 

“That’s what I have you for, right?” 

And the door bursts open, the sound of splitting wood and metal cracks through the relative silence. In a moment, Aaron pushes you behind him, pointing his gun, “MPD!”

“Aaron—” you whisper, but he keeps you behind him, as you look at the kids, both in J.J.’s arms, 

“I’m on the job,” Aaron’s voice stays steady, but you can feel his heart pounding through his back. 

“Drop your weapon—” 

“I’m Aaron Hotchner with the FBI,” 

“We know who you are, lower your gun,” the large barrels are pointed right at him, but you can’t move. You can’t speak, your fingers dig into his jacket. 

“Aaron—” 

“Who sent you?” he asks, and they don’t answer, only holding their guns steady as he orders Aaron again, to lower his gun. 

“Hotch—” J.J. cuts through the silence, and you glance over at Jack and Henry — Jack whose eyes are glassy, and Henry who has his face buried in his mom’s arm. 

He begins to lower his weapon, “This is a mistake.” 

“Daddy, what’s going on?” 

“It’s ok, Jack,” Aaron tells him, but its not. It’s not. 

“On your knees,” he orders, “hands behind your back.” 

“Is this really necessary?” Aaron asks, setting his gun down, holding his hands up in the air. And you know he’s not asking for himself — but for Jack. Is this necessary to do in front of his son? His son who has already lost so much. His son who has seen things he should never see. His son who doesn’t need another thing to keep him up at night. 

“Now!” he orders. 

“Daddy,” you see tears in Jack’s eyes, as he begins to cry. And anger floods your body like liquid heat, erasing any inch of fear. How dare they. How fucking dare they do this to your family. 

“What are the charges?” you ask, as Aaron does what he says, slowly getting on his knees, and placing his hands behind his back, “you haven’t told us the charges — you can’t arrest him—” 

“We have orders here that says you can—” 

“Your orders do not pre-empt the Constitution,” you cross your arms, as you step in front of him now “now I’m Aaron Hotchner’s attorney, and you won’t take him anywhere, until you tell me what the charges are.” 

Aaron says your name as a warning, “Don’t. Stay with Jack—” 

“What are the charges?” 

“He’s being charged with an attempted terrorist threat—” and you scoff, as they move to cuff him. 

“Where’s your evidence? Where’s your warrant—” and they haul Aaron to his feet in cuffs, and you nearly break when you see him look at you. 

“Daddy—” Jack cries. 

“It’s okay, Jack,” Aaron’s voice is steady, hiding the fear and the confusion, tucked away, as he looks at his son, “it’s a big mistake and everything is going to be alright,” You move to leave, “Stay with Jack.” 

You stop short, glancing at Jack, “I know, but—” 

He looks at you, a silent understanding passing. 

‘You need a lawyer.’

‘I am a lawyer.’

‘Jack needs to know you’re alright.’

‘Jack needs a parent there to tell him that.’

‘If you need me you’ll call?’

“I’ll call you if I invoke,” he promises, and you watch them pull him away, “I’ll be okay. I promise.” 

You watch a moment, before rushing to Jack’s side, you kneel, pulling him from J.J.’s arms gently, “Jack, Jack,” he hugs you, sobbing into your shoulder, “he’s going to be okay. This is a mistake. And we’re not going to stop until we find out who did this.” 

“What if—” his voice breaks, “What if—” 

“No what ifs,” you lean back, wiping the tears from his cheeks, “you know your dad is literally a superhero right? He can handle a few government goons. He was a prosecutor, he’s a bureau chief, and don’t forget how good he is at reading people. He knows what he’s doing. And I’m going to be with you, until we get him out. And he will get out. We will get him out.” you pull him to your shoulder again, glancing at J.J., “I promise.” 

~~~

“I need to know where my husband is being held,” you paced the room, glancing at Aaron’s office where J.J. was sitting with Jack and Henry, “I work for the Attorney General’s office, I graduated with honors from a very reputable law school — either you tell me, or I will have every one of my colleagues, my classmates, and every attorney I’ve worked with suing you—” and then you started hearing words you liked, “thank you for the confirmation.” 

You hang up the phone, sparing a glance at Aaron’s empty desk, your heart squeezing. He’ll be okay. You’ll get him back. 

There’s a knock at the door, and Rossi sticks his head in, and you lean against the desk, a question written on his face. 

“He’s being held by the Inspector General’s office, like I thought,” you crossed your arms, rubbing your temple, “I have a contact there, I’m going to call to see how he’s doing and where they have him. And maybe go down there, if Jack’s okay.” 

“You do what you need to,” Rossi clapped his hand to your shoulder, squeezing it, “we can hold down the fort here.” 

“I may have to go down there and see if I can get him, see if—” you feel your front crumble to pieces at the thought of Aaron in jail — being held on false charges. You knew as good as anyone how fucked the system was, how the government loved to make an example out of anyone, how completely, absolutely fucked this could get given the right circumstances— and instead of helping him, you were falling to pieces. Dave whispers your name, his lips twisted in a frown, and you shake your head, a small shaky breath escaping your lips, “What the hell is going on Dave?”

“I don’t know,” he pulls you into a hug, as you blink back tears, “but we’re going to find out.”

~~

“Hey, J.J., mind letting me have some time with Jack for a minute?” she nods, shepherding Henry down to have some time with his Uncle Reid for a bit, while you sat next to Jack, “hey buddy,” He doesn’t look up from his comic, brow thoroughly furrowed — like father like son, “you don’t have to say anything, but I found out where your dad is.” 

His eyes fly up, “Where is he?” 

“The Inspector General has him. There’s been some sort of misunderstanding—” 

“Does that mean he’s coming home now?” and your heart breaks, but this wasn’t about you — it was about Jack. 

“Not yet, but I’m going to go down there, and kick some butts to make sure he can get home to you and to us as fast as possible,” his gaze drops back to the comic panels, but you could tell he wasn’t reading it, the gears grinding in his head, “I can’t force you to tell me what’s on your mind, Jack. And I don’t want to. I want you to feel comfortable enough to tell me what’s going on in that head of yours,” and he stays quiet, lips perfectly pursed, “and I’m also not a mindreader, like your buddy in the comic here.” 

He scoffs, a smile tugging at his lips, “Spiderman can’t read minds,” 

“Doesn’t he have that spidey sense or whatever? Can’t he read minds with that?” the smile is gone as quick as it appeared, “I just want you to know that I’m here for you. And as scary as this is for me, it’s just as scary, if not scarier, for you.” 

He sighs, “Why is it always my family?” 

And your chest aches, “Jack—” 

“First it was my mom,” he whispers, “and then dad is away. He gets hurt. He’s in the hospital. And now they took him from me—” his voice breaks, a tear slipping down his cheek, “I just want everything to be okay.” 

“It will be,” you pull him into a hug, his arms looping around your middle,  “I promise, it will be. I’m sorry, Jack. I’m so sorry,” you wipe your own tears away, “I really wish you didn’t have to see that, buddy, and I’m sorry. But I know you are just as strong as your parents are, and they are so strong. And I need you to have faith in us — the team, me — we are your family too. And we will never let anything happen to your dad or to you.” 

“Never?” he mumbles, and you run your fingers through his hair. 

“Never,” you pull away, “you trust me right?” 

“I do,” he wipes his tears away with his forearm before you hand him a tissue. 

“Me and your dad know the law backwards and forwards — and you know what your dad is? Innocent, he didn’t do a thing,” you cross your arms, “We just have to prove that — and that should be pretty easy to prove, considering what a goodie two shoes your dad is. He wouldn’t even take those extra wet naps from that restaurant we went to.” You add, a smile pulling on your lips. 

He chuckles, “He made you put them back,” and you grab a water bottle, handing it to him, he squeezes it in his hand, “when will you get him home?” 

“If you don’t mind staying here for a bit, I’m going to go down there and see if I can speak to your dad, see if I can wrangle him out of there. I’m sure your dad already has them begging for mercy. Do you mind if I go? If you need me to stay, I will.” 

“Go,” he says, before pulling you into another hug, his grip tight around your middle, “just please come back. Bring Dad back.” 

“I will, I promise,” you press a kiss to his head, “We won’t ever leave you, Jack. Not ever.” 

~~~

“I demand to see my client,” before you had taken this job at the Attorney General’s office, your law degree had been collecting dust in the back of your closet (along with Aaron’s for that matter). But after you started at the A.G.’s office, you had some time to readjust to being back into a legal setting, and you were particularly grateful for that at this moment. You were finally making progress, this was the only the third attorney you’ve spoken to — the other two which passed the buck — “I don’t have to tell you that an office charged with investigating the integrity of its officers having an ethical complaint and lawsuit thrown right back at them makes for good press coverage — and the kind of case I just love to prosecute. I have contacts at every major legal organization in the country, not least of all D.C., any of one of them would be willing to help me take this case—” 

“Excuse me—” but you continue over him. 

“And you will be buried, and I mean buried — until your entire office will have to resign in disgrace for violating one of the most vital tenets of the U.S. Constitution — the sixth amendment.” 

“He hasn’t invoked,” 

“And yet I asserted myself as his attorney in front of the armed SWAT team you sent to arrest a highly esteemed bureau chief of the FBI in front of another FBI agent and two small children, one of which was his,” you raise a single eyebrow, “do you really argue semantics with me right now? I want to see him. Otherwise, we can argue semantics in front of a trier of fact.” 

The attorney stares at you, gritted teeth and clenched jaw. And you smile. 

“What are you doing?” the door bursts open and you walk in, “This is—” 

“This is a violation of my client’s basic constitutional rights,” you walk to Aaron’s side, squeezing his shoulder, “tell me, what was the probable cause you had to even start investigating him in the first place?” 

“It was Scratch,” Hotch says, “he said—” 

“This is a confidential—” 

“You seized my client on the word of a psychopath,” you give a terse chuckle, “you violated his fourth amendment right to privacy, his sixth amendment right to attorney, his fifth amendment right to procedural due process—” 

“That’s not important right now,” Aaron says your name, “there’s a prison break happening. The team.” 

Shit. You checked your phone — twelve missed calls and so many messages from Garcia, “We need to leave here immediately.” 

“He is not—” 

“Should I actually start mentally preparing that report for the subcommittee?” and you cross your arms as well, raising an eyebrow. 

“Maybe I’ll join him and start preparing a complaint to file against your entire office and specifically you,” and you see him pale further, his brow furrowed in a scowl, “Your name was again?” 

~~~

You don’t touch him until you leave that horrible office. But once you’re both through the double doors, the pretense of professionalism drops and he pulls you immediately to him, burying your face in his chest, “I was—” 

“I know,” he breathes back, his face buried in the crook of your neck, “I was—” 

“I know,” you smile, leaning back to cup his cheek, “Jack is at the BAU, I should get back. And you—” 

“I have to go,” and you chuckle, “but you knew that already.” 

“There are very few things I don’t know about you, Aaron Hotchner,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to his lips, "but everyday I look forward to learning some of them." 

He kisses you again, full mouthed and sweet, as if he was trying to show you just how much he loved you — how much he did that he could never truly express in words. 

"You'll tell Jack?" 

You kiss him one last time, running your thumb across the ridge of his cheekbone, "Promise."

~~~~ 

Aaron enters  , breathless, as if every breath he had taken from the moment he was arrested he released the moment he saw Jack. You hang back in the doorway as J.J. grabs Henry, “Hey,” 

Jack doesn’t look up from his drawing, continuing to color, the scratching of the color pencil filling the silence of the office, “Hey.” 

Aaron purses his lips, “What are you doing?” 

“Drawing,” Jack responds tersely, and you frown, leaning against the door, holding your tongue. This was between them. It wasn’t your place. 

“Can I take a look?” And Jack sets down his color pencil, flipping over the drawing decisively. 

“No,” he replied, before tucking it away in his binder. And you didn’t need to see Aaron’s face to know he was hurt — or what was worse, thinking he deserved it, “are you okay?” 

You bit back a chuckle, despite everything, he was still his father’s son, and his mother’s for that matter, “Yeah, I’m ok. How about you?” 

Jack looks up a moment, putting his things away, an inscrutable emotion flickering across his face, “I’m fine.” 

“You ready to go?” 

“Yeah,” Jack slings on his backpack, dejected, as he slips past his father without even a glance. Aaron watches him leave, his gaze cast downward, and Jack slips past you, Aaron following. You grab his hand, pulling him back a moment. 

You glance at Jack and back at him, and he shakes his head, “I’m fine.” 

~~~

It wasn’t fine. 

And all three of you knew that. On the car ride home, you spent it in relative silence, exchanging looks with Aaron, mouthing in silent conversation. 

‘You should talk to him.’

‘I will when we get home.’ 

‘Do you want me to be there?’ 

‘Always, Jack needs you too—’

 “I know you’re talking about me,” Jack speaks up from behind. 

You turn around, Aaron’s eyes flickering to the rear view mirror — caught in the act, “what do you mean, bud?” 

“I’m not stupid, I can tell when you two are talking about me,” Jack crosses his arms, his backpack by his side. 

“Jack,” Aaron chides gently, “we talked about language—” 

Jack huffs, his voice rising, “Dad, you were arrested today—” 

“Let’s talk about this when we get home?” you interrupt, looking between father and son, “Okay?” 

God. You were only looking forward to the teenage years after this. 

~~~

“Jack, a man I arrested framed me today,” Jack sat beside Aaron, while you sat across from them, “that’s why I was arrested. He was trying to cover up something else he was trying to do. Something bigger,” Jack doesn’t say anything, only staring downward, “But I’m okay. I’m sorry you had to see that, buddy. I didn’t want you to. I’m so—” 

“Why didn’t you come back?” Jack peers up at him, as Aaron blinks, “why didn’t you come see me right after you got out?” 

“Jack, I came—” 

“You always have to go to work. You always leave. I was worried, Dad,” his voice broke, as his father pulled him into his arms, “And you got out, but you didn’t come see me.” 

“Jack, people needed help, I’m—” 

“I needed you, Daddy,” Jack fists his hands in Aaron’s shirt, “I need you.” 

Aaron breaks in that moment, tears slipping down his cheeks, shaking his head, “I know, I know,” he wraps his arms around him, tugging him close, he presses a kiss to the top of his head, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Jack. I should’ve come to see you first before going. I didn’t think. I should have thought about you first. I love you. I love you more than anything.” 

“But your dad did send me to check on you,” you piped up, walking over and sliding beside Jack,  “you were the first thing on his mind when he got out, Jack, even with everything else going on. Even when he went to help the team, he was thinking about going home to you. He always is. Every case.” and his glassy eyes meet yours, before you add, “He should have come, you’re right, but he loves you, so much.” you brushed his hand, and he intertwined his smaller fingers with yours, “and I do too.” 

He sniffs, “Did you kick a lot of butts to get Dad out?” 

Aaron chuckles, and you grin, blinking back tears, “I sure did. I might be hearing from several other people’s lawyers who might be suing me for emotional distress — but I was mad. No one likes it when I’m mad.” 

“We know,” Jack and Aaron said together, and you huffed, open mouthed. 

“I’m not that bad!” 

“Debatable,” He shrugs. 

“I guess I’ll see you in court,” before clapping Jack on the arm, “come on, go get ready for bed, and I’ll tell you about all the yelling I did today to get your dad out—” Aaron raises his eyebrows, “what? I won’t work blue — it’ll be kid appropriate.” 

“I’d like to hear this myself,” He gives Jack a kiss, “I’ll see in a few, buddy. I love you.” 

Jack pauses, before hugging his dad again, arms thrown around his shoulders, “I love you too, Dad.” 

He throws his arms around you too, his tiny arms squeezing around your neck,  “I love you too,” he mumbles, before scurrying off without another word. 

You both watch him run off to his bedroom to get ready for bed, as Aaron slumps against the couch, slinging his arm over your shoulders, “I think we could all use a vacation after this,” you run your fingers through his hair, “don’t you think?” 

“Somewhere without cellphones,” and you scoff. 

“Maybe for you, I can use technology without someone calling me to work,” you lay against his shoulder, looking up at him, “I’m still going to sue you though,” and he chuckles, a smile on his lips, you cross your arms, closing your eyes, “and I won’t hesitate to bring up all the times I saved your butt by the way.” 

“Past acts don’t--” 

“This isn’t civil court — I’m going to file a criminal complaint. I do know the D.C. District attorney after all,” his fingers tilt your chin upwards, warm touch making your eyes open to find him staring at you, his love so easily and clearly written there that it makes you smile, “past acts contribute to pattern, remember?” 

“What are the charges?” he breaths, leaning closer, noses bumping, lips only brushing as you can’t stop smiling long enough to kiss him. 

“Theft,” you murmurs, as his lips finally meet yours, your fingers tangling in the hair at the back of his neck, “you stole my heart after all.” 

He hums, as his teeth graze your bottom lip,  “Are you this corny in court?” 

“Shut up,” you murmur, fingers brushing his jaw, “do I need to remind you who saved your ass today?” 

A frown pulls at his lips, pulling away a moment, “Thank you,” 

“You don’t have—” he shakes his head, bringing your knuckles to his lips. 

“Not just for that,” he kisses each one, “for everything.” 

And you smile, before tugging him close again, “I meant what I almost said — you don’t need to thank me for that,” your lips find his again, smiling against him, “but you’re welcome.” 

~~~

“Is this your card?” Spencer pulls the card from Penelope’s hair, Henry and Jack gaping at him, wide grins across their faces. 

“How did you do that?” Garcia squeals, gaping at Spencer. 

“How did you do that?” you repeat, tone flat and brow furrowed. 

“There’s always a skeptic,” Reid says, shuffling his cards. 

“You’re the skeptic. You are quite literally always one,” you cross your arms, glaring at him, “how did you do that?” 

You and Spencer continue to bicker, as Aaron watches, shaking his head, “I had a hard time putting both boys down last night,” 

“They couldn’t sleep,” J.J. gives a short chuckle, shaking her head. 

“Other way around,” her gaze turning back to the boys, “I didn’t want to leave them.” 

“How are things on your end?” Aaron sighs, shaking his head. It had been some time since that day, but Jack was having nightmares still. There had been multiple days where he crawled into bed with you and him. It wasn’t like it was any better for him — Aaron kept having dreams about the gunmen at his door, Scratch, whatever other nightmare waiting for him. He was afraid. 

Like anyone would be. 

“You know, fortunately Jack doesn’t remember a lot about Haley’s death. He knows the story,” he adds, the memory a weight on his chest, recounting to his son about how his mother died protecting him, and she died because of his job, the job he kept, “But he was young.” 

“That’s a good thing,”

“That’s a very good thing,” he affirms, flashes of the other day still fresh in his mind, the tears in Jack’s eyes, the fear — the same fear that will stay with him, “But he’s not going to forget seeing me at gunpoint. I just don’t want this job to take anything else away from him.” 

He already had lost enough. Too much. More than he ever deserved to. More than he ever wanted his son to lose. 

“Well, maybe it gives him something too,” he meets J.J.’s gaze, a wide smile on her lips, “You’re his hero. Not a pretend hero, a real hero.” 

And he thought of the other night, I needed you, Dad. “Well he’s growing up. He’s not going to feel that way for too much longer,” a smile tugs at his lips as he watches him with Reid. 

“Nah, you can worry about that later,” J.J. adds, “Just be his dad. Enjoy that,” He watches Jack and Henry hide behind you as Reid pelts you with streamers, “they are great together aren’t they?” 

“Really great,” he smiles softly, before excusing himself to walk over to you, laughing at Reid’s antics, his hand easily finding yours, “Hi.” 

“Hi, did you see—” He presses a kiss to your lips, soft and sweet and smooth, your eyelids flutter, lips parted, “What was that for?” 

He pulls you aside slyly, fingers intertwined as he tugged you along, “I didn’t thank you for everything you’ve done,” 

“You already did, Aaron,” you wave him off, but he shakes his head. 

“I love you so much, and you were so strong, for me, for Jack,” he wraps his arms around your waist, “I can’t ever thank you enough for that.” 

“I love both my Hotchner men more than anything — you don’t need thank me,” you press chaste kiss to his lips, tasting the alcohol on his lips, you hold up your hand, shiny band barely glinting in the low light, “that’s why we have these don’t we? Wouldn’t have married a grandpa if I didn’t love him,” he tilts his head, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips, “and I always will.” 

“Promise?” he asks, pressing his forehead against yours, your breath warming his lips, as he tugs you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist. And for once, he felt like this was a promise that would be kept without question. 

“Promise.” 

~~

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[swifteforeverandalways]

Invisible String Chapter Five: Long Story Short

Notes: Here is chapter five! Chapter six will be up next week!

Tag Squad: @lilmissriottbliss

“What the fuck?” Kitana swore as Teddy offered her his hand and helped her up. 

“I don’t know,” Teddy answered as the front door opened and James, Skarlet, Liu, and Billy ran in.

“Are you two okay?” Billy asked, running to Teddy and throwing his arms around his husband.

“I’m fine,” Teddy assured him as Liu went to Kitana and pulled her into a huge hug.

“You okay?” he asked worriedly. Kitana nodded, kissing him gently.

“I’m fine, Liu. Don’t worry,” she reassured him. Liu nodded, though his expression was still worried. The door opened again and Dylan ran in.

“What the hell is going on?” he demanded, Lucian on his heels. 

“We don’t know, the explosion just happened,” James said, “Skar and I were on our way here and met up with the others on our way.” 

“What was going on in here?” Lucian asked. Teddy looked over at Kitana, who sighed.

“Grandpa called me, telling me to wake up. But y’know, that doesn’t make sense because I already am awake,” Kitana said. Billy frowned, recalling his own phone call that confused him. Before he could say anything, the door was flung open and a figure strode in, dressed sharply in a dark coat.

“Who the hell are you?” James demanded, taking up a fighting stance. The figure laughed evilly, the sound sending chills down the backs of the group. 

“You can call me TV-Meister, and I will be the end of you,” TV-Meister said. As he approached, one of the cabinets flew open suddenly. As if moving by instinct, the group went to the cabinet. James pulled out a silver bracelet, slipping it on his wrist and pressing a button on it. A hard, holographic shield popped out and he threw it at the TV-Meister. Meanwhile, Skarlet grabbed a pair of sias while Kitana grabbed what appeared to be two daggers, but a flick of her wrist showed they were not daggers but instead two Japanese-style warfans. 

“It’s one of you against the eight of us, you can’t win this,” Skarlet said. The TV-Meister laughed and raised his hands, shutting his eyes. Before the group’s very eyes, he began to multiply. First two, then four, then eight of him.

“Now, there is one of me for each one of you,” he laughed. Dylan and Teddy spun to the cabinet and Dylan pulled out a Glock while Teddy pulled out a sword. 

“Man, no cool weapons for me or Billy,” Lucian said disappointedly. Billy picked up an ornate box and raised an eyebrow. 

“Should we see what is in this?’ he asked. Lucian reached over, opening the box. A blue light washed over the two and Lucian’s skin turned a cold blue color, almost like it was beginning to freeze. Billy, meanwhile, began to have his hands glow blue before he closed his eyes, opening them back up to reveal them now a bright blue color.

“Bastards,” Lucian punched the TV-Meister that was near him in the face. 

“Bastards indeed,” Kitana agreed, stabbing the one near her with a warfan. The TV-Meister copies all laughed, teleporting away from the group. James spun to face the copies as Billy stepped up to his right side, Skarlet to his left. Slowly, the others stepped into place behind the other three, flanking them. 

“We will take you down,” James said. 

“Oh will you?” TV-Meister asked, “I bet you don’t even know how to fight.” 

“We know how to fight. And we can take you down,” Liu said. 

“Oh can you?” TV-Meister asked, all his forms taking a fighting stance. James glanced at his friends, who all nodded and rushed at the TV-Meister. Skarlet flipped one of her sais, stabbing it at the TV-Meister, who merely laughed and pushed it away from him. 

“You can’t beat me, none of you can,” the copies all said, their voices blending together in an eerie way. Lucian shivered slightly but extended his hand, creating a sword out of ice and swinging it. The TV-Meister he had aimed at just laughed and teleported away, just behind Dylan.

“Dylan!” Lucian yelled. Dylan spun around, shooting at the TV-Meister. The TV-Meister gasped in shock, stumbling him back as blood flowed freely from his shoulder.

“Seems like you aren’t as powerful as you think you are,” Dylan taunted before gasping as another TV-Meister slammed a fist into his back.

“Back off my brother!” Kitana yelled, barreling at the TV-Meister and knocking him to the ground. The two struggled against each other before Kitana managed to get her warfan between her and the TV-Meister, slamming the point of it into his stomach before flicking it open and bisecting it. The TV-Meister gasped and stood, stumbling back as Kitana also stood, spinning her fans experterly. 

“You battle a princess and it’s time for you to learn respect,” she said before throwing her fans at the TV-Meister. One struck him in the neck, the other near the stomach. As the bottom half of his body fell, Kitana kept the fans spinning before calling the bottom one back to her, the head of the TV-Meister still on the top fan. As the bottom fan returned to her, Kitana jumped in the air and kicked it, sending it straight into the skull of the TV-Meister’s head. 

“Damn girl, you brutal,” Lucian said. Kitana rolled her eyes at Lucian as Skarlet smirked and threw one of her sais at the TV-Meister that was near her.

“You missed,” he laughed as he dodged the sai.

“Just wanted to distract you,” Skarlet replied as lifted her right hand, making a fist as she did. The TV-Meister gasped and fell to his knees as blood began pouring out from his eyes, nose, and mouth. The blood floated into the air and made what appeared to be five spikes, hardening and almost turning crystalline. Skarlet made a downward motion with her hand and the spikes fell, striking the TV-Meister first in the middle of his chest and then both arms, followed by the right and left sides of his chest before the final one struck him in the head. Skarlet pushed back her hair, breathing heavily.

“Two down, six to go,” she said. 

“We can take them down,” Lucian said.

“Oh, can you?” one of the copies of the TV-Meister that was left sneered. 

“We will,” Billy said before throwing a blue hex bolt at him. The TV-Meister ducked before Billy’s eyes turned blue and he held out his hand.

“In the air, in the air, in the air,” he chanted. The TV-Meister lifted into the air and Billy slammed his hand down once, twice, three times. The TV-Meister followed the slams, his body getting slammed into the ground thrice. With an almost evil smirk, Billy lifted the TV-Meister back into the air along with two large tables, slamming them together with the TV-Meister between them. The TV-Meister fell, unmoving.

“You bastard,” one of the TV-Meister copies snarled and rushed at Billy. Teddy jumped in between them, and caught the TV-Meister, throwing him off to the side. 

“You won’t touch him,” Teddy said before pulling out his sword and swinging it, cutting the TV-Meister’s chest clean open and leaving the heart and lungs exposed. Closing his eyes briefly, Teddy transformed into a tiger before pouncing on the TV-Meister and ripping his throat open, crushing his heart in his powerful jaw.

“Halfway done,” James said, spinning his shield briefly. As a TV-Meister copy rushed at Kitana, Liu intercepted him and punched him square in the jaw, knocking him down. The TV-Meister stood, stumbling slightly. 

“You will never touch her again,” Liu said dangerously before throwing a barrage of punches at the TV-Meister. Liu then lit his fists on fire and threw four more punches, each powerful enough to burn straight through the torso of the TV-Meister. One last punch was thrown, completely incinerating the torso before Liu turned to Kitana and pulled her into a hug.

“I’m fine, Liu, don’t worry,” she murmured. Liu merely held tightly to her. 

“Gross,” Dylan teased the two. Kitana rolled her eyes fondly at her brother as another TV-Meister snuck up behind him. Lucian noticed and spun, throwing ice at him. The TV-Meister gasped as the ice began crawling up his body, forcing him to hunch over with his head stuck out still.

“Don’t ever try to hurt my Dylan,” Lucian growled before making a pickaxe out of ice and swinging it down, easily decapitating the TV-Meister.

“Looks like you don’t have anywhere to go, you’re outnumbered,” James said. The two copies of TV-Meister that were left looked around, trying to find an escape. Dylan rushed back over to the cabinet and pulled out two battle staves. With a twist of his wrist, the staves buzzed to life with electricity and Dylan shoved them against the TV-Meister’s neck, electrocuting him before Dylan pulled out his gun and shot the TV-Meister point-blank in the head, killing him. 

“Now, just me and you,” James looked at the copy of the TV-Meister who was left.

“You can’t beat me, I’m the real one. The rest were just copies,” he laughed. 

“Let’s try it, then,” James said. The TV-Meister rushed at him and James lifted up his shield, blocking the attack instantly. James then tapped his bracelet, the shield retreating as he turned to the TV-Meister and began punching him. The TV-Meister stumbled back and back again before James tapped his bracelet again, shoving the shield into the face of the TV-Meister.

“Looks like your time in the spotlight is over,” James said as he uppercut the TV-Meister with his shield before hitting him in the chest with it. The TV-Meister fell before everything went dark.

[ddixons-angel]

Fated: Season 2

Summary: Gloria Rhee narrowly escapes Atlanta with her brother as the outbreak reaches the city. Luckily, they find a camp outside the city and together, they fend through encounters with the living and undead.

Starts a little before Season 1 and then follows the main storyline of the show.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Glenn Sister!OC

Warnings: major TWD spoilers, language, violence (the typical TWD stuff)

A/N:  This is the last chapter of Season 2!!! Hope you all like how things turn out~ Also, happy Easter weekend to everyone! And for those of you who don’t celebrate it, have a wonderful weekend! 

Chapter 9

In the morning, the group had buried Dale’s body and gave him a proper funeral. Rick had given a speech, saying that the group must stick together in order to honor Dale as he had believed the group was broken. In order to properly honor him after death, they must un-break it. The group dispersed once the funeral was over. Gloria had limped to Dale’s RV, she climbed inside and sat down at the table. She sighed as she looked around, reminiscing the old man. 

"Hey.” Daryl calls to her as he climbs into the RV with her, “I saw yer crutches outside, ya ain’ usin’ ‘em no more?” 

Gloria looks up at him and forces a smile on her face, “I am... it’s just a hassle getting in here with those things.” 

“Ya should keep usin’ ‘em, keep ya off that foot.” Daryl says, leaning on the wall facing her, “ya okay?”

“I’m fine,” she sighs, “better off than Glenn, anyway. I haven’t seen him like this since our grandpa died.” 

Gloria looks up at Daryl who’s quiet, waiting for her to continue talking.

“You know, my grandpa would always tell these stories, these really elaborate stories of when he went on road trips. Some of them I thought he just made up, and I didn’t really care for them, but Glenn? Glenn loved them.” she chuckles softly at the memory, “he’d always look forward to the weekends and ask ‘when’s gramps coming over? When’s gramps coming over?!’ and every single time, he’d be telling him a story, even if it was one he’s heard a million times, and he’d always love it. They were really close.” 

She wipes a tear from her cheek as she continues, “so, when he passed away from a heart condition, Glenn was devastated... and I think... I think he saw a bit of our grandpa in Dale. He’ll pull through it... but it’ll take some time.”

“Ya know I asked ya ‘bout you, not Glenn.” Daryl says straight-forwardly.

Gloria chuckles bitterly, “I couldn’t get away with that, could I...” she sighs, “I feel like shit, Daryl...”

“For what?” Daryl questions her.

“I... I made Dale look like such an idiot in front of everyone. I should have just... just not have said anything and took his side, the damn execution was gonna happen anyway, I should’ve just kept my damn mouth shut.” she confesses, wiping away the tears that fell from her eyes. 

“Ya shouldn’ feel that way. Dale wouldn’ blame ya, even if ya did make him look like an idiot, he knows it’s for the safety of our group, not in spite o’ him.” Daryl reasons with her inner demons. 

When he sees that Gloria starts to cry, he pulls her up from her seat and into his arms. Daryl leans back on the wall, holding her and rocking her as she cries. She cries into his chest, her hand grabbing onto his shirt. They stay that way for a little while as Daryl lets Gloria let out her feelings, he rubs small circles on her back, comforting her. 

Once she finishes crying, she sniffles and looks up at Daryl, “how are you feeling?” 

He shrugs, “‘M fine.”

She snuggles into his chest, “I’m sorry you had to be the one to put him down... wish you didn’t have to...”

“Well I had to, can’t let Rick do everythin’ hard ‘round here.” Daryl says softly. 

---

Later that day, Hershel had offered the group room to stay inside the house. He told them that he should have let them move in a long time ago, regretful that Dale’s death was what had to remind him to do so. As they all begin to pack their things, Rick is discussing with Shane and Daryl his plan on how to deal with Randall. He’d decided that he and Daryl would do originally as planned before Dale had died, drive the teenager out and leave him there far from the farm. Gloria had gathered her things and was looking for a spot in the house to claim as her place to sleep. 

“You can move your things into my room.” she overhears Maggie talking to Glenn. 

Glenn hesitates, “I’m just... gonna put my stuff over there.” he gestures to a corner of the room and heads to said spot. 

Maggie’s face drops as she watches him go then Gloria goes up to her, “hey, don’t take that to heart, he’s just having a rough time because of Dale. He still cares a lot about you but he’s hurting right now, just give him some time and space, it’ll be okay.” she smiles reassuringly to her. 

Maggie smiles sadly and nods, “I know... thank you.” she looks at Gloria apologetically, “you know it should be me trying to comfort you, yet here you are comforting me over your brother.” 

Gloria chuckles at this, “well, things are rough for everyone, we should all be comforting each other, have each other’s backs.”

“Definitely.” Maggie smiles warmly. 

Gloria heads back outside to gather the rest of the group’s things, Maggie following her to help. They head over to the trucks, Gloria hands Maggie a box to carry then grabs another box herself and they start to make their way back to the house.

“Guys!” they stop in their tracks as they hear T-Dog calling out, “Randall’s missing!”

Maggie and Gloria look at each other, put the boxes on the ground then head over to T-Dog where Rick and Daryl had already dashed towards. Seeing that those two are still on the farm, Gloria’s worry grows as she knows it wasn’t them who had taken him away as planned. 

“What do you mean missing?” Rick says, concern all over his face.

“I was at the barn checking up on him and it looks like he slipped the cuffs, but the locks were still locked from the outside.” T-Dog explains.

“He jumped me!” Shane shouts, emerging from the woods, his face looking bloody, “he took my gun!”

“Everybody, back in the house now!” Rick shouts, ushering everyone back into the house. 

He takes Daryl, Glenn, and Shane out on a search to look for Randall. The rest of the group are huddled in the living room, waiting for the four to return. Hours pass and soon it is dark out, suddenly a gunshot rings out from outside, causing Lori to panic.

“Hey, hey, calm down, it’s okay, they probably found Randall and had to shoot him, I’m sure they’re fine.” Gloria says, ushering Lori to sit back down, a hand on her back to soothe her. 

Lori tries to calm her breath when the door opens and Glenn and Daryl step in. 

“Hey, everyone okay?” Glenn asks, looking mainly at Maggie and Gloria.

“Yeah, we’re okay.” Maggie responds. 

Daryl looks around, “Rick and Shane ain’ back yet?” and Lori shakes her head, “We heard a shot.”

“They might have found Randall.” Gloria assumes, crossing her arms. 

“Nah, we found him. He was a walker.” Daryl sighs, “checked his body for bites and found nothin’, died by a broken neck.”

“That... doesn’t make any sense.” Gloria voices out everyone’s thoughts.

Lori stands up and goes to Daryl, “can you please go out and find Rick and Shane so we can figure out what’s going on?”

Daryl nods, “you got it.” he starts to head out followed by Andrea and Glenn. 

The three of them are on the porch when they freeze as they see a herd of walkers all making their way to the house. Glenn is the first one to react, running back into the house and telling Hershel the situation, he follows him out along with the rest of the group. They all watch in horror as a large herd of walkers has the entire farm surrounded, heading straight for them. 

Lori rushes back into the house to get Carl but comes back out in a panic as she isn’t able to find him. Carol reassures that he has to be in the house somewhere and that they’ll find him. The two women along with Beth and Patricia follow them into the house to try to locate the boy. The others are watching the herd. 

“What do we do...” Gloria says, expressing everyone’s thoughts. 

“Maybe we can hide in the basement, wait them out?” Glenn suggests, looking about, panicked. 

Daryl shakes his head, “Nah, a herd that big’ll rip this house apart.” 

Maggie comes out of the house with a large duffle bag of guns, she hands one to Hershel who starts to load it up. She then hands one to Glenn and Andrea. 

“What are ya, insane? We won’t even be able to make a dent in ‘em!” Daryl says as he watches everyone get loaded up.

“You can all leave if you want to, but this is my farm, I’ll die here.” Hershel says confidently then heads off to fight off the herd.

Daryl sighs then looks around at the others, catching Gloria’s eyes, “what’s your plan?” she asks.

“We kill as many of 'em as possible then lead the rest off the farm, it’s our only play.” Daryl instructs.

Gloria nods, looking around to make sure the others know the plan. She reaches down to the bag and grabs herself a handgun, loading it. She’s about to go off, not caring about using her crutches since she has bigger problems to worry about, when Daryl grabs her arm.

“Do ya even know how to use that?” he asks for the second time since they met, frowning.

“I’m about to learn.” she says then rushes off to the fight.

Jimmy, Andrea, Glenn, Maggie, T-Dog and Daryl went off to retrieve their vehicles, going with Daryl’s plan. Gloria had stayed closer to the house with Hershel as Carol and the other women were inside. She gets frustrated with herself as she attempts to shoot the walkers, only to miss her targets. She curses herself for not being able to take those lessons from Shane and Rick before. The sound from her shots only drew the walkers to her more. Gloria sighs, frustrated, and puts the gun away in her belt, knowing that she’s much better at hand to hand combat. Pulling out her dual daggers, she goes at it with the walkers, stabbing and killing each one that comes near her. A bright light catches her attention as she sees that the barn is now lit on fire, the walkers around her are distracted by the sight. She hears more gunfire, assuming that it’s Daryl and the others shooting from their vehicles. 

Lori, Carol, Beth, and Patricia are watching the fight from the inside of the house and figured that it was too dangerous to stay and they need to leave. The women run out of the house, Lori in the lead with Carol following closely behind. Beth and Patricia run out together but Patricia gets grabbed by a walker and screams as it takes a bite from her neck. Gloria dashes over at the sound of the scream towards Beth and stabs the walker that bit Patricia. 

“Lori! Take Beth!” Gloria yells out as she turns around to fight off the rest of the walkers who made their way to the sound as well. 

Lori grabs the young girl and they run. Gloria soon gets surrounded by walkers circling her. Quickly, she surveys the herd and finds the side with the least amount of walkers. Taking a risk, she rushes over to that side and kills each walker blocking her way, clearing her path and runs away from the pack into the woods. Once free from the walkers, she hides behind a tree and looks back at the now walker infested farm. Gloria sighs as she sees what she recognises as Maggie’s car driving away from the wreckage. 

“Glenn better be in that car too.” Gloria whispers to herself. 

She starts to walk away from the farm, deciding to head to the highway where the group had originally lost Sophia and her. It’s the only landmark she had that the others knew of that’s somewhat closeby. Gloria had been walking for hours and her sprained ankle started to become sore as she continued to walk. She sighs, it was healing so well too. After another while, she finally spots the road to the highway, smiling in relief to herself as she reaches it. Gloria starts limping up the road to find her group.

---

Rick, Carl, and Hershel watch as the vehicles speed down the highway and stop right next to them. Lori gets out of the car and runs over to Rick and Carl, holding them close. Beth runs out and tackles Hershel in a tight hug and are soon joined by Maggie who had gotten out of her car. Hershel looks around and asks about Patricia and Jimmy, and to his disappointment, they hadn’t made it out. Glenn slowly gets out of the car, he scans the area for Gloria. Tears well up in his eyes when he doesn’t see her and he hits the car in frustration, anger, and sadness. The others look to him in sympathy as they realize as well that Gloria isn’t with the group.

“She’s alive.” Daryl pipes up, causing Glenn to look at him, “we jus’ gotta wait for her to come back to us. Ya can’t just give up on her jus’ ‘cause she ain’ here! She’s tough, and ya know that!” he wasn’t even sure if he was trying to convince Glenn or himself. 

He huffs in frustration then heads back to his bike, muttering that he’s going to go back and find her but before he mounts his bike, a figure down the road catches his eye. Daryl bursts into a dash down the road when he sees that it’s Gloria. She breaks into a tired smile when she sees him and yelps when he wraps his arms around her. Emotions take over him as Daryl presses his lips on hers, kissing her hard, making both of them breathless when they pull apart. 

“I’m glad you’re okay.” Gloria says softly to him.

He nods and starts walking her back to the group but when he realizes that she’s still limping, he picks her up bridal style, “let’s get ya back to yer brother.”

Daryl puts her back down on her feet when they get back to the group where she limps over to Glenn. 

“Oh my god.” Glenn sighs in relief as he rushes over to Gloria, hugging her tightly, “when I didn’t see you I thought...” 

Gloria chuckles, “you aren’t getting rid of me that easily, older brother.” 

Rick smiles at the siblings reunion but then turns serious as he clears his throat, “we should get going, we don’t want to be here if another herd passes through.”

With that, the group decide to head off. Glenn ushers Gloria into Maggie’s car where she takes the back seat, jokingly threatening anyone who tries to stop her from sleeping. Through their journey, Rick’s car had run out of gas, causing the group to stop. They were now huddled together between some stone structures to the side of the road. Carol and Maggie were growing wary of Rick as he had revealed what Dr. Jenner had told him right before the C.D.C. blew up: you become a walker no matter how you die. The group was upset that Rick hadn’t told them that important information before and they only became even more afraid of him when he had revealed that he killed Shane. Rick was on top of the structures, keeping watch for the group.

Carol leaned in to Gloria who had her arm around her for warmth, “I don’t think I can trust Rick... after keeping that from us...” she says with a hushed voice. 

Gloria shakes her head, “I... I don’t know what to think.”

“I trust him.” Daryl, who’s sitting on the other side of Carol informs, “he hasn’t done anythin’ wrong by me.”

A sudden rustle in the woods startles everyone in the group. Carol stands up in panic, looking at Rick.

“Do something!” she calls out, clearly freaked out.

“I am doing something! I’m keeping this group safe! That’s the only thing I’ve been trying to do this entire time!” he snarls, “maybe, maybe you don’t need me, maybe you can all try your chances out there, alone, without me, but that isn’t happening. You’re all staying. This is not a democracy.”

The group stays silent, no one daring to oppose the now self-appointed leader. Rick continues on patrolling the structures, keeping watch. The entire group, including Rick, knows that they can’t survive without each other. They’re just going to have to live with how things are now, try to find a place to build up their group, possibly start something new for this terrifying world. 

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Next Chapter

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[thisdiscontentedwinter]

Bad Blood - Chapter 27

You can read it on AO3 or find the Tumblr Chapter Index here. 

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Stiles isn’t easily distracted. He knows that’s what Allison and Derek are trying to do with him. They draw him into conversations about random things, they watch TV with him, they play cards, they do anything except talk about hunters and werewolves and Gerard and Kate. And Stiles appreciates the gesture in an abstract sort of way, but Gerard and Kate and the past six years are still right there, still an itch under his skin, still the scrape of nails down the chalkboard of his memory. Stiles is unsettled and jumpy, and it’s getting harder and harder to hide it. He sits on the couch and his leg jiggles.

It’s been over twenty-four now since he and Allison ran from the house.

The house that Peter and Laura have left the loft to go to now.

The house that contains Stiles’s supply of Adderall.

He hopes they remember to bring it like he asked.

He remembers how, when Kate took him, at first he didn’t have his Adderall. He remembers when Kate brought him some, a week or so later, and Stiles had swallowed it down eagerly, certain that he’d feel better again—that his heart wouldn’t race, that he wouldn’t cry anymore, that he wouldn’t break the things they gave him—except the pill didn’t magically make him good. It didn’t make him the sort of good they wanted him to be. And he still cried and shivered and didn’t listen.

He’s not sure when that went away.

He only remembers a feeling of profound relief the first time that Gerard told him he was a good boy, because that meant he wouldn’t be punished that day.

Stiles thinks that might have been the day he locked the crying boy away inside a room in his head, because letting that boy out only got him hurt.

He knows Gerard will never forgive his treason. And he understands that. He accepts that. He can’t say he was never warned, can he?

His heart races, and Derek looks at him.

Stiles jiggles his leg for a second longer, and then stands up and makes his way to the kitchen.

Twenty-four hours, and he’s not still locked in that windowless room, is he? He’s helping himself to a can of soda from a werewolf pack’s refrigerator.

This isn’t captivity. Stiles isn’t a hostage, and Gerard, shrewd and narrow-eyed, will spot it in a second. He’ll see it Stiles’s face the moment he looks at him, and then he’ll kill him for his treason.

He leaves the soda in the refrigerator, like that will make a difference, and goes to sit down again.

***

Peter and Laura are back at the loft by six, just as the afternoon shadows are starting to lengthen and soften into dusk. They bring up crates and crates of weapons, explosive and gear, and leave them stacked in the corner by the TV. Stiles approaches the plastic crates warily, and pops the lid off the first one to see inside. A couple of stun guns, some body armor, a crossbow and arrows, and a case of flash grenades. He feels somehow grounded to be looking at this stuff again. Here, in all the chaos, is something Stiles knows. He fights the urge to open the other crates as well, because he’s aware of Peter watching him closely.

Stiles is still a hunter, isn’t he?

Maybe.

He doesn’t really know anymore.

Allison is less constrained than Stiles.

“Hey, a crossbow!” She lifts it out and holds it. She has good form. She aims it at the TV, and stares through the sight a moment. For a moment she looks a little like Kate: sharp, focussed, cold. And then she sets the crossbow down again, and her dimples appear when she smiles. “I call dibs.”

“You don’t need a crossbow,” Laura says. “If things go to plan, you won’t get close enough to be able to use it.”

“But, just in case,” Allison says. Her tone is upbeat, but it doesn’t leave any room for argument. “I’m a good shot, and this is just like the one I have at home. Unless anyone else here can actually use it?”

The wolves don’t answer.

“Good,” Allison says. “Dibs.”

Stiles has underestimated her, he thinks. He glances at Peter and sees the same realisation dawning in his eyes. Allison hasn’t been raised a hunter, but she has been raised to know how to shoot, and she’s not the fragile flower she appears. Gerard shot her dad—or Kate did, but the distinction is academic—and Allison isn’t forgetting that for a second.

Stiles wonders if she’s also remembering how they shot Scott, and how Stiles was there. How maybe Scott would have got away if Stiles hadn’t chased him right into Gerard and Kate’s path.

Sour guilt twists in his stomach and rises in his throat.

“You found everything okay then?” he asks Peter.

Peter inclines his head, a smile playing around his lips. “Yes, thanks to your directions. Now we just need John to tell us what to do with all this stuff. Apparently my plan lacks finesse.”

Stiles doesn’t know how to respond to that. He sits down on the couch again.

“Oh,” Peter says, and digs into his pocket. He tosses a plastic bottle of pills toward Stiles, and Stiles catches them. “Your Adderall.”

Stiles squeezes his fingers around the familiar bottle. “Thank you.”

He goes to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

***

Stiles’s father arrives later that night. He’s still in his uniform, and Stiles looks at the badge on his shirt and remembers the way he used to play with it—it was shiny, okay?—tugging at it until his dad had to carefully unpeel his little fingers before he ripped his shirt. He’s also got four pizza boxes.

“I thought you didn’t finish until ten,” Peter says.

“Benefits of being the boss,” John tells him, setting the pizzas down on the breakfast bar. “I got two meatlovers, one supreme, and a pepperoni. I hope nobody’s vegetarian.”

“In this crowd?” Laura teases, but looks to Allison and Stiles questioningly.

“Total carnivore here,” Allison says happily, and Stiles nods.

Stiles waits until his father has selected a slice and stepped back before he moves towards the pizzas. His stomach rumbles at the smell, and he can’t remember the last time he had pizza. He grabs a slice of the meatlovers.

“Is that all you’re having?” Derek asks him.

Stiles looks at his slice.

“Take another one,” Derek says, and elbows him gently. “You have two hands.”  

Stiles feels a rush of warmth, and smiles slightly and reaches for a second slice. Then he glances over towards his father, and sees him watching. Stiles flushes, and turns away.

His father isn’t a thing he can deal with. Not yet. It’s too big. Stiles still gets an almost visceral negative reaction to even hearing his name, let alone seeing him, and while he knows that’s not fair, that the hatred he feels—or felt, he doesn’t know—for the man was constructed on a foundation of lies, it’s not just a matter of knowing it. Stiles has felt it for so long, and so acutely, that he can’t just make it vanish in a heartbeat. If he could, then maybe everything would be easier, but he’s believed it for so long that he can’t just let it go.

He remembers reading the books in Gerard’s study. Remembers the burn of pride he got from learning about his ancestors. They were heroes. Stiles never doubted it. They were heroes, but it had only taken one man to break that chain, hadn’t it? To break it and trample everything into the mud. Stiles worked every day to prove to himself and to Gerard and Kate and to every person in the hunter community that he wasn’t his father. He wasn’t. He was better. The thought of it kept him going even when his body wanted to quit. It sustained him when he was tired, hungry, and even when he was terrified. And he knows now that it was Gerard and Kate who wove his hated so deeply into his every motivation, but knowing that it’s poison doesn’t mean the knowledge is a magic antidote.

He almost wishes his father would show some frustration, some anger, something for Stiles to push back against and validate his hatred a little. But he doesn’t, does he? Because that’s not who he is.

It’s too big to deal with for now.

He goes and sits on the couch, with Allison on one side of him and Derek on the other, and eats his pizza.

“Okay,” his father says at last, and clears a space on the coffee table. He unrolls a blueprint. “This is an empty warehouse on Elm. We’ve got office space at the front, and a second floor. We’ve got windows all around, with bars. Two doors on the ground level, plus the roller doors for vehicle access, and two points of entry via the roof.”

Stiles follows the explanation as his father points out each feature.

“Now, we can rig it easily enough,” his father says, “but we’re going to need bait.”

“Me,” Allison says.

“Ally!” Stiles exclaims.

“No, I mean it,” Allison says. “If I call Grandpa crying about monsters, he can trace the call to the warehouse, and he’ll come and get me.”

“It’s a good idea,” John says.

And there it is. There’s that low burn of anger in Stiles’s gut that could translate so easily into hatred.

“You can make the call,” John says, “then we get you out of there but leave the phone you’re using.”

Stiles sucks in a breath. “Gerard’s not going to fall for an empty warehouse. He’ll smell a trap a mile off.”

“Then I’ll be Allison,” Laura says. “We’re about the same size, and it’ll be night, right? I can wear her clothes, keep my face down, and lure them in. Then I’ll go out the roof.”

“While the building’s exploding?” Peter asks. “You’re an alpha, Lulu, but you’re not fucking invincible!”

“No, but I’ve got a better chance than Allison!”

For a moment Stiles is sure he’s going to see claws and fangs. Then, in the middle of the tense silence between the alpha and her left hand, he hears the very improbable blast of Rihanna’s Umbrella.

Peter growls, and tugs his phone out of his pocket. “Deaton? What’s going on?” He’s silent, but his eyes flash beta gold as he listens. “You’re sure? Fuck.” He growls again. “Okay, keep yourself safe.”

He ends the calls.

“Bad news, kids,” he says. “Deaton just spotted Gerard Argent and his goons in a black Cadillac Escalade on Hooper Street, travelling west. They’re not heading for the warehouses on Elm. They’re heading here.”

Stiles closes his eyes for a moment, and reaches out to grip Derek’s hand tightly.

So much for their plan.

[jack-marston1895]

The dream, future life part one-

The man sat on a old wooden chair, the grass had overgrown the wooden barn started to fall to pieces, he looked down to see the paint brush in the paint pot slowly crushing out his cigarette he slowly climbed the ladder painting the barn. Sounds of laugher and stamping of small feet running around in the grass.

The barking of the dogs and the neighing of the horses, chickens running freely.

As the man wiped the sweat from his forehead a soft voice heard from behind him as he slowly looked behind resting his arm on his knee. As the woman smiled holding a beer in one hand and resting the other on her pregnant belly. The man slowly smiled bending down kissing the woman on the lips as he took the beer.

“You ought to be careful, get the children to help”

The woman smiles back putting her hands on her back.

“Oh Jack you sure do know how to care for one, I am fine. They’re kids they’re having fun”

As Jack shook his head, the sound of children running began to get louder “daddy, daddy, look what we found”

The children held up a dead rat, flies were on the freshly shot rat.

“John, Abigail I told you not to mess around in the shed” as Jack slowly got down the children slowly putting their heads down.

“I don’t mean to shout but I have guns there, you know better John.. you’re 11 years old” Jack put his shoulder on the young boys shoulder.

“You have a load of toys, you can play with those you too Abigail”

Abigail turned around and huffed. “I thought you were taking us to see granny and grandpa and uncle today, you told us you’d tell a story and learn to ride”

Jack laughed “it’ll happen, patience my sweet one. I’m not going anywhere.. there’s plenty of time. Now go and play both of you”

Jack sat down as he lit a cigarette. “I told you not to smoke anymore” Jack put his head back “Lillian, it’s fine. You gave me a beer? Isn’t that bad?”

Lillian crosses her arm “what’s bad is that you smoke more than you care about making this ranch, you drink less yes I gave you that because I didn’t want you to suffer again, you had been drinking a lot everyday”

Jack stood up kissing Lillian “I promise you I’ll be fine, I’ll do the ranch up again I am still doing it aren’t it” as he pointed at the barn.

Lillian spoke in a stern voice

“look.. the only thing you keep nice around here is the grass near your parents.. I know they’re dead and gone and you love them but please care for the rest you go away for days working on your books they invite you in town you went to California for one month Jack, if you go again soon I’m afraid you’ll miss the birth of your third child”

Jack sighed trying to reassure Lillian would had been safe and the children. “I will look after you, I go to get money I feel I need time away.. I don’t know but I need time away on my own..I come back with money don’t I ? I’m a writer”

Lillian had stormed off “you think about all of this Mr Marston”

As the clouds slowly covered the blue sky, there was a sound and echo of gun shots. Jack has kept all his guns locked away, as he did not carry them into town anymore. As he tried to change and adapt to the modern life although he was an outlaws son Jack had kept his gun around the ranch. As he ran off towards to gun shots

Lillian rushed outside “what on earth is that, we don’t get many folks around these parts and gun shots.. I thought the law went away that time Jack”

Jack held his hand out to calm Lillian “look, it’s not the law and I was drunk! I am sorry I punched the lawman but I hate them”

Lillian folded her arms as she squinted her eyes at Jack “I don’t know what you hate them so much”

Jack hadn’t told Lillian about the day he shot Edgar Ross as he kept it a secret and she was never allowed to read his journal.

“You stay, I’ll check it out”

Jack ran through the long grass to see a Deer dead with blood on the floor as he went up to it at the corner of his eye he seen a little boy and girl on the floor. John has suddenly dropped the gun shaking. “Pa, Pa I didn’t mean to I promise” John ran off. Abigail slowly walked towards Jack as she was covered in blood “I tried to save the poor animal daddy, it was Johns fault” Jack stood up as he rubbed his face “goddammit!, cover your ears Abigail” As he raised his voice Abigail covered her ears and ran to her mother.

“That little sh....ahhh” Jack has raised his voice swear grabbing his fathers gun “my fathers gun too, lord did I ever teach him anything? “ Jack looked at his gun as he remember how it felt to hold a revolver and not any revolver it was his fathers gun he used to kill Edgar Ross as Jack stood still he had a Flash back when he was a young man.

“You shoot him like a dog” Jack held his head slowly walking back to the ranch.

“Your son needs punished, he did not listen to me” John ran to his bedroom slamming the door. Lillian was mad at Jack as she slapped him across the face.

Jack made his way to the washroom where he looked in the mirror, his face had aged with a few wrinkles and grey hairs appearing. Jack kept his hair long but grew his facial hair, he had a beard as he looked at his face seeing the scar when he tried to kill a bear and the scar on his chin when he threw a rock and a stick hit his face. Jack brushed his hair back noticing his hair line had changed pulling hair the hair out of his face “Jesus I’m getting old” Jack had kept all of his old clothes, fathers belongings as he did not let go. He had thoughts of trying to bring his old look back as he stood up tall. Jack was due a visit to California about his book “Red Dead” Jack never told the real meaning about the book or The characters and everything was real.

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Hiiii…  *has lost all will in life since the porn ban on this hell site*

The Sobi and Taekook Agenda

by min kassi

(ps. don’t send hate to the author)

Take me laser tagging and then push me into a corner and kiss me. Then shoot me and walk away.

Aw how adorable.

HOSEOK POV

So, i’m not really sure if that’s like acceptable and all but i’m not really sure how I feel about this “[CHARACTER’S NAME] POV”.

I can't believe Yoongi-hyung is already 24! It feels like soon enough he'll be leaving to do his military service, I don't want him to leave.

Me too bitch, the fuck?

He had wanted to stay home for his birthday, but I somehow persuaded him into letting us go and play laser tag to celebrate. I don't know why, but he always seems more, lenient, with me.-

That’s because he’s whipped

-He's never missed an opportunity to snap at the other members, fans trying to call him Yoongrumps, Grandpa Yoons, and the dad of the group, but he always is different towards me.

Ah, come on. Yoongrumps? That man is a f**king softie.

Oh well, I can't wait to play laser tag! Our schedules are so crowded with the Wings tour and our comeback, that it's nice to get a break to celebrate moments like this.

~TIME SKIP~

You do know that you can work the time skip in the text right?

We were hanging out in one of the party rooms, closing the door so we could take off our masks.

Masks??? You guys wear masks???? What??

The ceiling was lined with helium balloons, but one of them ended up sinking down. We decided to have fun by passing the balloon back and forth. After a while, it was running low on helium, so we just sucked the rest out and messed around with our high voices.

Playing with helium is on my bucket list.

Eventually, after eating some food and drinking some soda, one of the staff members came to give us the tutorial for the game.-

*imitating James Charles* Hi Sisters! Today i’m giving a tutorial on how to play this game called lasertag!

- Our first round was a "free for all", so we were all on our own.

Everyone playing individually is called “free for all”? Oh well, i’m assuming the person has gone to laser tag and knows this shit better than me.

We all put on our vests, grabbed our guns, and headed into the waiting room. All of our guns had different names on them. Jungkook had The Ape, Taehyung had Gremlin, Jimin had Spyder, Namjoon had Commando, I had Blindside, Yoongi-hyung had Vampire, and Jin-hyung had KingKong.

B*tch it’s King Kong. (Why do all guns have different names?)

We all stood there in the waiting room while the staff member explained the type of game this one was, our vests and guns flashing red and blue.

There are different types of games? The vests flashes in different colours? Wow i’m learning a lot.

After the rules were explained, she pressed a button, a large buzz erupted from the speakers, and the game began.

We had 10 seconds with our shields on to hide and prepare. After 10 seconds, my shield turned off My heart was drumming against my chest, the room silent except for the occasional vibration of shot vests. I stuck my head out a window, and nearly got shot by Tae.-

No shade but when writing a story you don’t really use someone’s nickname unless that person is going in a spiral about the person and saying a lot of different names associating them but that’s none of my business.

- I quickly went and shot him and Jungkook at the same time while I ducked to find a different hiding spot. Can't stay here too long.

No you can’t this is a war zone, you gotta keep your head in the game.

YOONGI POV

I'm glad I allowed Hoseok to drag us here. It was so much fun playing. I was at a good angle to get Jin-hyung and Namjoon, so I fired quick shots at their backs and waited to shoot them again. It was hilarious watching their confusion because they couldn't see me.

I guess that I should have been given Blindside.

You just said you shot two people succesfully without them even knowing you did and you’re saying you should have been given another gun? Yoongi can you be a little more grateful?

The 15 minutes went by quicklyl (since the grammar so far has been decent i’ll let you off the hook with this one), and the first game was over before we knew it, We signed out, taking off our vests. Hoseok was smiling like a horse-

Oh my god really? I thought he smiled like the f**king sun like the sweet cinnamon roll he is.

-, and the youngest two were laughing their heads off.

The scores were revealed: I was first, Taehyung was second, and Jungkook was third. I won.

Yeah I think we all got the clue.

We were all cheering as we relaxed before the next game.

~TIME SKIP~

For the last F**KING time you can work that in the TEXT

Hoseok and I switched guns this time.

YOU GOT IN FIRST PLACE WITH VAMPIRE HOW DARE YOU.

This round we were playing teams, we managed to persuade manager- nim to play so the teams were even.

My team was Jungkook, Jimin, Jin-hyung, and l. The other team was manager-nim, Hoseok, Namjoon, and Taehyung.

I don’t really understand the korean mushed together with english in fanfics, especially when they’re set in like America or other parts of the world that isn’t South Korea and uses the whole formal stuff.

We were told the new rules, and the game begun.

Rules: Vampire is the coolest, rules r dum, loudest scream wins, betrayal is 4 bad bitches only.

Luckily, Namjoon kept doing "friendly fire"-

What the f**k is even friendly fire.

- to Taehyung, so their team lost a lot of points. I caught Namjoon as usual, but nobody dared to shoot at manager-nim, He didn't try to shoot at any of us either, so it was fair.

Screw the Korean society system, when you’re in lasertag all of you are starved dogs.

Another 15 minutes passed, and the game was over. Unsurprising, we won by a landslide, Jungkook and I shooting the most. Hoseok and Taehyung shot the most for their teams, but it wasn't enough to declare them victorious.

Until the next game.

DUN DUN DUN.

~TIME SKIP~

FOR THE LAST F**KING TIME-

"The next game is Stealth. This is another free for all, but it's going to be different. The only time your vest will light up is if you've been hit. Now, it's going to be a bit darker in there, so be careful" the staff member informed.

"Alliance?" I offered my hand to Hoseok.

"Alliance," Hoseok smiled, shaking my hand.

Little did we know that we'd be separated the second the game began.

"What the hell? My vest is still lit up," Namjoon shouted.

We all noted that ours all were still lit up also. A minute later, the staff member walked down the center aisle, green lights on her vest, announcing an error with the system. The next game will be stealth.

If it’s the name of the game maybe capitalize that S you communist.

Hoseok ducked to where I was hiding. I initially shot him before realizing who it was. We both went and shot the staff member before she left, laughing at her look of annoyance.

We went through the rest of the game together, and ended up tying for first.

Stealth would be our final game.

~TIME SKIP~

Stealth did work this time. Hoseok and I didn't alliance this time, so I thought that I'd have some fun with it.

I could see his outline, he was running passed, and I took my chance.

He was running passed?

HOSEOK POV

I shot 4 of them at once, then darted to make my escape while they weren't able to shoot. I was running towards the far corner partition, until someone grabbed my shoulders and pinned me against the wall.

Oh seksi ;)

I was about to scream, but I felt a pair of lips meet mine in the darkness. I felt my chest vibrate as the figure walked away.

Pick up your call Yoongi it’s Hoseok’s heart calling you.

I checked my gun.

Tagged by Blindside

Yoongi kissed me.

YOONGI POV

I silenced his scream by kissing him. Not long after he started kissing me back, I shot him and walked away.

His chest lit up, and I couldn't hide my smirk.

Don’t worry the dark does it for you.

I won the game.

Congrats Grandpa, your first win after all these years of backpains.

I don’t really know guys, apart from the “TIME SKIP” and “HOSEOK POV” and the subtle belief of stereotypes I don’t really know. Also, for some reason first point of views in fanfics really rubs me the wrong way? Don’t know the reason for that, it’s unknown.

I was listening to Dja Dja by Aya Nakamura when giving this fanfic a review.

[sammy-moo]

The Hunter’s Son Pt. 7

Characters: Sam x Reader (Eventually), Dean, OMC (Jonah), Bobby, and Krissy

Summary: During a missing childrens’ case, Sam runs into a familiar face and one that looks much like his own. Now Sam has to tackle something just as difficult as hunting: fatherhood

Words: 1,936

Warnings: Angst, character death

~Series Masterlist~

You were stuck at the house pacing while the hours ticked by. They had been gone all day and you had no sign from any of them. Your maternal instincts were kicking as the ominous feeling settled in. Without much thought you called Sam. As it kept ringing, you began to hope he would answer. Just as soon as the worst thought entered your mind he answered. He didn’t utter a word.

“Sam? Is everything okay?”

Sam gulped thickly, “N- no. Not really. It’s- it’s Bobby.”

Your eyes widened as he continued talking. His voice was quivering as he held back the tears, hope still lingering.

“He was shot and they’re trying what they can right now….”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can Sam…”

“What? No, Y/N please… Just, please stay where you are. I don’t need the leviathans getting to you or Jonah.”

“Sam, I know what hurts them. I can protect Jonah if we run into any of them please. Bobby has grown to become someone I’d like to call family. I wanna be there to support the two of you and him.”

Sam sighed, “Y/N just listen to me please. The last thing I need right now is to lose the two of you. I’ll call you if anything changes.” Sam was practically choking on his words when he hung up the phone. He sighed as tears threaten to spill, rubbing his palm gently. Sure enough, it was all real.

After the call ended you shoved your phone into your pocket. You then led Jonah outside to the nearest vehicle. Sadly it was locked leaving you to quickly look up a video how to get it open and hotwire the vehicle. You prayed and cursed under your breath until the engine roared to life.

“Thank god… Alright Jonah get in.”

Jonah climbed in, completely confused as to what was happening. “Mom are we leaving?”

You waited till he was buckled up before driving, focusing on the road. You white knuckled the wheel the entire way, “No Sweetheart. We’re just going to go see Bobby and the boys right now. Something happened and they need our support okay?”

Jonah frowned a bit, “Okay…”

It didn’t take long for you to find the trauma center. You parked and hurried in with Jonah behind you. You found Sam sitting outside Bobby’s room, completely shaken up.

“Sam….”

His hazel eyes quickly darted to you and Jonah. He hurried towards the two of you, keeping his voice low.

“I thought I told you to stay there.”

“I know but Sam I’m not staying put. If there’s something we can do- something I can do, then I’m not gonna be a sitting duck. Besides, if he really is as bad as what you said then Jonah deserves to say goodbye….”

Jonah frowned and looked up to the two of you, “What do you mean goodbye?”

Sam gulped and knelt down to look at Jonah, placing his gentle hands on his son’s shoulders. “Jonah, during our mission Bobby was shot… We don’t know if he’s going to pull through or not. So right now I just want you to sit with your mom okay?”

Jonah nodded and joined you in the seats. Sam took the seat beside you and you took his hand in yours, rubbing his arm gently. Sam smiled a bit at you as Dean finally came back.

It was clear Dean was denying the chance of Bobby dying. He was hoping he’d pull through and make it. That’s what he was convincing himself.

When a few nurses walked by and talked about Bobby, it peaked Sam’s interest.

“If you wanna see him, squeeze in there while you can.”

Sam and Dean quickly went into the room.

“I wanna go too!” Jonah hurried after them.

Your heart dropped into your stomach as you followed your son. He squeezed himself between Sam and Dean to look at Bobby. You decided to stay by Dean at the foot of Bobby’s bed.

“I’m sorry but we need to get moving,” stated one of the nurses in the doorway.”

“Hey uhm Bobby… Just thanks,” Sam said grabbing Bobby’s hand. “For everything.”

“Alright please step back.”

All four of you listened until Bobby reached for Sam’s hand. Everything seemed to happen in the blink of an eye. Bobby woke up and Dean gave Bobby a pen. Bobby wrote onto Sam’s hand, grunting.

“Idjits,” Bobby said faintly as the monitor soon flatlined.

“Bobby! Hey!”

You were all ushered out as nurses and doctor’s hurried into the room.

Jonah was hiding his face in Sam’s leg as you three watched them try to save Bobby. However, they didn’t succeed.

Dean gulped thickly as tears threatened to spill, his brother matching his features. Your eyes watered up.

“W- we should get Jonah outta here….”

Sam gulped thickly and nodded, lifting his son up. “Good idea…”

During the drive Jonah finally spoke up. Questions seemed to stream out after another until Dean snapped. He had pushed his emotions back while anger slowly built up. You answered each question your son had to the best of your ability, trying to make sure he would understand.

“So Grandpa Bobby isn’t gonna teach me stuff no more?”

You opened your mouth to speak but Dean interrupted.

“Just stop asking questions Jonah! Bobby is dead and they couldn’t save him! He’s not coming back!”

Jonah flinched and Sam glared at his brother.

“Dean what the hell,” Sam asked lowly. “He’s just a kid! He doesn’t know. He’s just trying to understand so don’t yell at him.”

Dean sighed heavily, “Fine!”

You rubbed Jonah’s back as Dean soon pulled up to the safe house.

Three weeks dragged as the three of you poured yourselves over the numbers. Most of the weeks had been silent and long spent on trying to figure out just what they meant. The only voice that would echo throughout the silent home was Jonah’s when he asked questions, or stated he was bored or hungry- sometimes both.

Papers and articles of Dick Roman decorated one of the walls. Dean was standing before it trying to think of something- anything. Dean wanted to go find Frank about the numbers, meanwhile Sam wanted to check on the girl who called. Jonah wanted to tag along and Sam agreed to it. Especially since the hunter’s kid could probably keep Jonah company. Being around someone close to age might help, especially since he can’t go to school.

You finished up your shower and got dressed, stepping into the living area frowning, “Where’s Sam and Jonah?”

Dean turned to look at you as he grabbed his stuff, “Damn it Sam… Some kid called looking for Bobby. He thinks it might be a hunter’s kid so he went to check it out. He took Jonah with him.”

“He did what!? Are you kidding me? Jonah could get injured or killed! He always tells me to stay out of it yet he can take our son into the line of danger!?”

“Hey, hey, easy there Momma Bear,” Dean said calmly. “I’m sure Jonah will be fine. He only took him with so he could be around another kid. It’s been months since he’s even gotten to be in school. He thought it would be good for him.”

You sighed and ran a hand through your damp hair, “Next time he pulls this shit he better tell me first.”

“And I agree. But I’m not leaving you here alone. Grab a bag and come with me. We’re gonna see what’s taking Frank so damn long with these numbers.”

You nodded and followed Dean out to the car.

“Besides, aren’t you wanting him to get closer with Jonah anyways?”

“Yes well… I don’t want him hunting…. I understand he wants to but it’s dangerous and I don’t wanna lose him.”

Dean nodded and put the car into gear, driving away from the house. “Look I get it. Honestly, you deserve a lot more credit than what you think. Unlike my dad, we didn’t get to enjoy the luxuries of childhood. It’s nice you want Jonah to experience it, but I honestly think he needs to learn basics. He needs to know how to defend himself, especially since none of us will always be around.”

“I know Dean… I just, I would rather discuss it with Sam before I just agree to it without him knowing. Last time he didn’t know something was the box ordeal…”

“Because that went smoothly,” retorted Dean.

You glared over at him, “I was scared okay.”

Dean chuckled softly and pulled up to speak with Frank. The two of you went in and things went smoothly until Frank pointed a gun towards the two of you. With some coaxing from Dean, the guns were put away. Dean was the first one to cut himself to prove he didn’t bleed black goo. He then looked to you.

“What? No.”

“You wanted to learn about hunting and everything in between. Besides, I’d rather not Frank shoot us here over you being a damn chicken.”

You snatched the knife from Dean and quickly sliced your forearm like Dean did a few seconds prior. You winced and clutched your hand into a ball from the pain as the blood oozed out. Dean noticed your expression and quickly added some pressure to it.

“First time is always the worst.”

You gulped and cleaned the knife off before looking to Frank, “Your turn.”

“Whoa I’m obviously not,” he stated.

“Fair is fair douchebag,” Dean growled out.

~~

Dean was poker faced as he drove, Jonah and Krissy sat in the back.

Every part of you wanted to stay back with Jonah, but there was no way you were letting Dean go on his own to get taken by what had previously taken Sam. Of course, even with Krissy tagging along you had no idea what she was capable of.

Krissy began to ask questions, surprised that Sam had went to college.

“Yeah, Sam went to college. Made Jonah back there too.”

Krissy rolled her eyes.

“You know, you could go to college too. Be a hunter/pediatrician.”

Thankfully it didn’t take long to get to the truck stop. Dean then followed the truck. He pretended to want a fist bump until he cuffed her.

“You and Jonah are staying here. Y/N,” Dean groaned a bit. “You’re with me….”

You gulped and followed Dean in. It would be the first time you’d help them hunt anything.

It was going great until Dean was struggling. You had to act fast as you grabbed the knife, getting the blond off of Dean. Things seemed to finally point in your direction, until Krissy and Jonah ran in.

The other grabbed hold of Krissy, threatening to bite into her if you didn’t drop the knife.

You looked to Krissy’s father then back to Krissy, dropping the knife.

Everything seemed to happen quickly from there. Krissy and Sam stabbed both the vetalas.  

Soon after that Krissy’s dad was admitted into the hospital. Dean went into visit him with Jonah while you stayed behind with Sam.

Sam gulped thickly, “Y/N, I can--”

“Sam, next time you take our son somewhere just please…. Give me a heads up? Especially if it’s a hunt. I want to know where he is if something happens.”

“I will. I promise. I’m sorry I just thought it would be good for him to be around Krissy.”

You nodded, “Sam, it’s okay. I’m not pissed about it anymore.”

Sam nodded, “Right. Let’s uh, let’s go see how Krissy’s dad is doing…”

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[graysonpuzzle]

Unstable

NOTE: Freshly edited this. I’d like to warn that in this chapter there is a panic attack/anxiety. Also, for the rest of this fic (I like to call it a book lol) this warning will apply, and all of the anixety/panic related things are based on my own experiences, so if you think they are weird/innaccurate, I am basing them off my own panic attacks and anxiety. There is also violence, cussing and all that stuff. I would love some feedback on my writing!

THE PUZZLE 

Chapter Three

----------------------------- June 6th, 1990

“Mommy please don't go!” I remember telling my mom, as I pulled on her shirt.

“I know honey, but mommy and daddy have to help their friends, ok?” She replied and my dad came galloping down the stairs

“Ready girls?” He asked and grabbed his car keys.

I didn't think much of the ride to my grandparents house, but now I think of that car ride constantly; that was the last car ride I'd have with my parents. My dad picked me up out of the car and carried me to grandpas front door. I cried when they left, begging them to stay.

Grandpa said they would be gone for a week at the most. A week passed, then another. In the kitchen of the second week, Grandpa answered the phone and he dropped the phone, letting it hang by the cord. I tried to ask him what was wrong, but he composed himself and acted as if it was nothing. Even though I was small, I knew something was wrong. I was always a smart kid, and could read people before Grandpa made me learn.

Weeks turned into months and everyday I asked my Grandpa when my parents were coming to get me. His replies were always the same: ‘They'll be here in no time, Gray.”

One night I had a nightmare, the first of many that would take place most nights for the rest of my life. I went to my Grandpa's room looking for comfort but instead, he was weeping on the edge of his bed. I ended up doing the comforting.

“It’s ok, Grandpa, I miss Mommy and Daddy too, but you said they’ll be here soon,” I tried to explain, but I didn't understand why he kept crying.

He pulled me up onto his lap and through his tears told me, “Mommy and Daddy went to heaven, we won't see them for a long time.”

As I got older, I understood and remembered every detail of the last day I saw them. I think of my mom when I listen to her favorite music. I think of my Dad when I wear the necklace he gave my mom when they were teenagers. It’s a small chain with the moon on it; I remember my mom loving to go outside and look at the stars, the moon represented her love for the night and stars.

On my birthday each year Grandpa would give me something of theirs. I could tell it pained him to let go of those things, but he always told me they would want me to have them. Everywhere I go I wear the necklace, I listen to the music in the car, and read the books they used to own.

December 29th, 2006

“New York really is pretty in the winter,” I think outloud.

“It’s going to be even better when we kill this werewolf,” Dean states.

We check into the first motel with vacancy and I check in first.

“One king please,” I say to the woman behind the counter, getting money out of my pocket.

“Sorry, sweetie, the only room left is a double queen,” she replies with a severe smokers voice. I look at Sam and Dean, they just nod, whatever that means.

“The three of us will take that room then,” I say and hand her money, and she hands me the keys.

We walk down the hall to find our room. I unlock the door and stand in the entrance in shock. There are mirrors on the ceiling, no wonder it was rather expensive, and it was the last room left. The brothers walk in and Dean just starts smiling like a wierdo. Sam doesn't seem to care and sets his bag on the couch. I drop my bag on the floor and make my way back to the check in desk.

I ring the bell and the same woman comes to the counter, “Yes?”

“Are you sure there aren't any more rooms left, there's um-”

“Mirrors on the ceiling? I know, Sorry hon, it's the last room we got, surprising though since it's almost New Years,” she says.

I walk back to the room, a little disgusted by the room that I have to share with two guys. I get a shiver down my spine and open the door. I throw myself on the first bed and can't stop saying the word ‘ew’ in my mind over and over again.

“We should get started on the case soon, only a few hours until it's dark,” I hear Sam say and sit up.

“Well let's head to the station then,” Dean says.

“Alright,” Sam agrees and they both look at me.

“I think I'm going to check on the latest scene and see if I can find anything,” I say.

“What? No,” Dean says, “I think you should stick with us.”

“Why? Because I’m ‘unstable?’ I can handle myself,” I argue.

“Yeah, actually that's exactly why,” he admits.

“Listen you prick, you don't know me, you have your problems and I have mine,” I snap.

“Dean, come on-” Sam starts but Dean cuts him off.

“STAY OUT OF THIS SAM!”

“Look at that, you just think you're the boss of everyone! Do you always talk to your brother like that?”

“I don't think you're experienced enough to hunt by yourself,” He replies and ignores my question.

“Really? I've been training since I was 7 years old, I could kill you right now just by poking the right pressure points.”

“That doesn't mean anything.”

“It doesn't? Fine, how about I use my knife throwing to defend myself? Or how about archery? Maybe even mixed martial arts?” I list, and Sam raises his brows, impressed by the skills my grandfather made me learn.

“None of that means that you make good decisions!” Dean yells.

“Oh, so it's my judgement?”

“YES! You freaking took on a vampire nest by yourself and now you want to take on a werewolf? Are you insane?”

“You know what, since we're pointing out things ‘wrong’ with me, why don't I point out yours?” I ask sarcastically, “Let's see, who is it that made enemies with Gordon and got me attacked because of it? And you won't even tell me why!”

“That has nothing to do with what we're talking about!” He yells.

I ignore him and continue, “You know what, maybe I will listen to you, if you're honest. Thats one thing I got over you, buddy, at least im honest. Yeah, I'm a little too confident, sometimes I think I can handle these things by myself, but you know what?”

“You're getting on my nerves,” he fumes.

“I can tell just by looking at you that you lie all the time. You lie to make yourself feel better, you lie to your brother quite a bit, and I know for a fact that you bottle everything inside just so people don't see it,” He looks frustrated now, I think I hit him hard, “But I can see right through you, so next time you want to accuse me of being unstable, just look at yourself.”

I put on my jacket, gloves and hat and go to the door, “And just in case you were wondering, psychology is another thing my grandpa trained me in you asshole,” I finish and slam the door behind me.

I make my way to the scene, which is a rather long walk. I get on the street where we think the most recent attack took place. The last kill was in an alleyway. I hear trashcans moving in an alley and go to it. It’s only a cat, scrounging for food, I’m guessing. I pull out what's left of a pack of teddy grahams and give it to the cat. She takes them and rubs against me.

“You're not a big bad wolf, are you?” I say and scratch her head. She looks up suddenly and runs away.

“Fine.” I'm hurt, I thought we were bonding. I turn around to see what the cat saw, there a man standing at the end of the alley. “I don't really feel like getting mugged right now, so leave me alone,” and I keep walking, sure that I can kick his ass if he tries anything.

As I approach, he doesn't move and I can see him better with each step I take. Hes muscular, tall and overall sketchy looking. He stares at me as if I'm an old friend.

“Kelly?” He asks.

“Uh, sorry pal, I'm not the girl you think I am,” I say and walk past him, but he grabs my arm and squeezes hard.

“You look just like my Kelly,” he breathes rather hard and continues, “Beautiful Hazel eyes, waved chestnut hair...”

“Ok, creep, let me go,” I say and jerk my arm out of his grasp and continue walking. I hear a low growl then look back at the man, “look, back off- oh my god.”

The man doesn't look how he did seconds ago...he's the monster im hunting. I pull out my gun and shoot, hitting him in the shoulder as he charges at me. I sprint down the street to get away but I can feel him on my heels. Think, Grayson, think. I take a sharp turn down a different alley that I passed earlier. There's a high fence at the end, it might not stop him, I just hope it gives me time to get away. I get to the fence and climb as fast as I can, but after getting a few feet up, it's over; I feel his claws latch themselves into my ankle and wrench me down. I land on my back and aim my gun but he smacks it from my hand. I crawl backwards like a crab until my back hits the fence.

He puts his face inches from mine and just stares for what feels like minutes. He makes an animal noise and I close my eyes, I don't want to see what he does next. I expect him to kill me, but instead he lifts me up and I open my eyes. Hes carrying me over his beastly shoulder. Shit shit shit, this is not good.

I constantly try to fight, but he squeezes me with so much strength that I have to gasp for breath. He ends up taking me to an abandoned building or something, maybe an old dog kennel, judging by the cages. He literally throws me into one and I land on my tailbone.

“So what now? Trust me I'm shallow and won't fall in love with you based on your personality,” I say, hoping to get a rise out of him so he makes noise or gives me a chance at escape.

He just growls and locks the cage. All I have left is the knife I always have strapped to my thigh and some silver bullets for the gun left in the alley. My phone must've fell out of my pocket while he was chasing me. I've never seen a werewolf act so human while in the animal phase.

Through a small window I can see that the sky has finally gone dark. Hopefully this mutt will stop pacing around in circles and leave so I can make a break for it.

“Alright buddy, if you're going to kill me, might as well get it over with.”

He replies with a low growl.

“So what's the point of keeping me here, huh? You killed all your other victims on the spot, why the sudden change?”

He ignores me and continues pacing. Bitch. I sit on the cement floor and rest my back on the kennel wall. I get out my knife and twirl it around for fun. More hours pass.

“You know, my Grandpa made me get training in knife throwing, if these bars weren't between us, I could hit you right between the eyes,” I say out loud, knowing he either won't respond or do so with a growl.

Either I got used to his paws constantly touching the floor, or he left. Quietly I get up and look out. Hes gone, maybe he's turning back or getting food. I walk to the back of my kennel and kick the chained door as hard as i can. Nothing. I try again, but no luck. Next I try to pick the lock with my knife, which from the beginning was a stupid idea, but was worth a shot. I hear a distant noise and step back. The werewolf comes back, but looks more enraged than ever.

He runs at the bars and his claws scrape the metal on the door. What the hell was the point of trapping me just to have a harder time attacking me? I panic as he begins breaking through. I get an idea and begin climbing up two of the kennel walls, stretching one leg on each side. He breaks the lock and chains and barrels through. He jumps at me and I jump down, kicking him with both feet in the chest. It knocks the beast down and I run as fast as I can out of there.

I get out of the room and enter a long hallway. There are bigger windows and I can tell the sun is about to rise. When he changes I can kill him. I look back for a moment and he breaks through the door and his eyes lock on me. I push myself to run as fast as I can, but he easily catches up just like before. I go into a random room and slam the door. It's a heavy door, so it will take him longer to get through. It looks like an old office or something, because there is a desk and a bunch of random paperwork on the ground.

There's a big window behind the desk. The pounding and scratching on the door is constantly reminding me to hurry. I push the desk out of the way easily and pull the blinds all the way up. Its one of those protected windows that doesn't open, like ones that I see in schools sometimes. I pick up the desk and throw it the best I can manage at the window. The window shatters seconds before the door breaks down.

I jump out the window and bolt down the narrow alley. I get out to the empty street and look around as I turn the corner; I have no idea where I am. I look back for a mere moment and the wolf is nowhere in sight. I decide to go back and see if he changed.

I check the alleyway and the abandoned building, but there's no sight of him. He must've changed back. Now I have to figure out where the motel is and yell at Sam and Dean for not finding me, if they bothered to look. As I walk, the streets get busier and I get dirty looks from a lot of people. I walk past a large window of a building and see why; my clothes are ripped in places, I’m covered in dirt and a little blood, not to mention my hair looks like I brushed it with an eggbeater. I'll take a shower as soon as I get back.

Somehow I make it to the alley with the big fence and find my gun but no phone. I shove it in my jacket and walk back to the motel. I knock on the door of the room I’m sharing with the Winchester brothers and step back waiting for the door to open, arms crossed. Dean opens the door.

“Where have you been?!” he asks frantically.

“Thats a good question Dean,” I reply casually, pushing past him to walk into the room.

“What happened to you?” Sam asks looking at me up and down, seeing the mess that is me.

“I don't know, maybe last night when I was by myself I got attacked by the werewolf and he literally trapped me in a cage the whole night.”

“Why didn't you call us?!” Dean asks, as if I didn't think of that.

“Well, while I was running from him or when he tossed me over his shoulder I lost it, you must think i'm really stupid, why didn't you two try to find me?”

“We did, we found your gun and your hat-” Sam starts.

“We searched all night, we called a million times. At about 4 am we decided to come back here and look for anything that might have helped,” Dean finishes explaining.

“Did you find anything?” I ask.

“Well the first victim was the guy's girlfriend and she looked a little bit like you,” Sam states.

“Kelly…” I whisper to myself.

“Yeah, how'd you know?” Sam asks, confused.

I look up at Sam, Dean looking at me waiting for an answer. “Before he changed, he said I looked just like her but when I tried to walk away he changed and attacked me,” I explain.

“But you said he put you in a cage?” Dean asks.

“Yeah, he didn't hurt me, he just put me in the cage the whole time. He was pacing the room the whole time.” I respond.

“I think I know what's going on here,” Sam states, Dean and I look at him with curiosity.

“Well are you going to explain it to us?” Dean asks sarcastically.

“Amara looks like Kelly right? So when he saw her maybe the animal inside took control.”

“What?” I ask.

“When he saw you, it triggered something, he was supposed to kill you, but he didn't,” Sam finishes and Dean gets a look of realization, but I still don't get it.

“Looks like Wolfy has a crush on you, Sunshine,” Dean says and laughs.

“So he didn't kill me because…?”

“He was protecting you from himself is my guess,” Sam says and I just let out a long sigh.

“So I guess we know how to find him and end this,” I state, dreading what I know I have to do.

Later, I take Sam and Dean back to the kennel place the wolf--Hal is what Sam told me his name is-- took me to last night. We look through the building thoroughly and decided to wait for him to come, if he does come.

After about 2 hours of waiting we hear footsteps coming down the hall I escaped from this morning. The door opens and Hal sees me.

“Wh-what are you doing here?” He asks, panicked.

“I thought I’d pay you a visit.”

“You-you can't be here, you saw what happened, I-”

“Turned into a werewolf?”

“Yes...you need to leave, or it will come back, he's already trying to get out.”

I look at him with my eyes slightly squinted. “Why did you lock me up last night?”

“I was trying to stop it, I- he wants you, it's like he owns you, or at least that's what he thinks.”

“Stop calling it ‘him’, thats you.”

“No...no it's not, I try to keep it in but he just-he just takes control and-” And he starts breaking down in tears.

“Look, I need to end this before you kill more people, or take innocent girls in the middle of the night.”

“What do you mean?” he asks through his bawling.

I just pull my gun from my jacket and his whole mood changes.

“No-I won't let you-AGH- I WON'T LET YOU GET AWAY FROM ME AGAIN KELLY!” He shouts as he turns from human to wolf.

“GUYS!” I shout and the brothers come out from their hiding places and aim their guns at him as I do.

He charges towards me and the three of us shoot simultaneously. He dodges most of the bullets and once again grabs me as I shoot at him. I just can't get a break. Once again I'm thrown over his shoulder as he runs away. I look back at Sam and Dean running after the beast, they are not nearly as fast and I lose sight of them. I still have my gun and try shooting at the back of his feet, but it's hard because of all the movement. I don't want to waste the last bullets I have and decide to wait until the timing is better.

He ends up taking me to woods. All I see is trees in every direction. He sets me down and sniffs me. I seriously hate this. I get my gun out but he sees and scratches my hand and I scream in pain, he knocks the gun feet away and my right hand is covered in blood. The sound of a twig snapping makes him dart his head and he runs. I crawl to my gun, then get up. I take off in the opposite direction that he went and go as fast as I can, hoping that if I go straight I will eventually get out of the woods.

I hate werewolves so much now; maybe I hate them more than shapeshifters. Who am I kidding? Those things will be at the top of my list since what happened with Cameron.

I keep running and dodging trees but surprisingly I haven't found my way out. I stop to climb a tree and see if I can see city lights. I have a hard time- I'll admit I suck at climbing- but I manage to get pretty far up despite the clawed hand. I look and I've been running the wrong way this whole time, guess I have to take my chances with wolf buddy. I get down and go back the way I came. My right leg is starting to hurt from the healing stab wound. I slow down only a little bit and keep going.

I hear the shaking of leaves close by but keep going. Then I hear it; I hear the vicious growl of a werewolf. I turn my head and he pounces on me. My face hits the ground, snow getting in my mouth and eyes. He flips me over onto my back and pins my arms with his mutated paws. His saliva drips on me while I grit my teeth; once again this thing has me waiting for my demise. He barks-more like roars- in my face and I can feel my eyes watering and my chest becoming heavy. If I'm going to die I might as well admit to myself that I'm horrified. I rest my head back and try to look past the beast and at the stars.

Hot tears run down the sides of my cheeks and start to heave. I can feel it coming, a panic attack. The wolf doesn't do anything to me but keep me pinned so he can scare me. The tears start rolling out faster, breathing becomes harder and I start sweating profusely. I'm going to die and my last moments will be spent having a panic attack-great, exactly the way I don't want to go.

The werewolf starts growling and I can see what he's trying to do now, he's trying to bite me. I'd rather die than be a werewolf. I scream and cry as he licks his chops and puts his jaws closer to my skin.

“HEY FURBALL!” I hear someone shout, followed by a gunshot. It hits the thing, but not in a fatal spot. I hear him whimper and he gets off me fast enough that I don't hear another shot go off. Without his weight on me, I can feel my body moving much more from the panic. I stay on the ground, in the same position he had me pinned and keep crying, not able to move. I know I can't control it, so I don't try to. My vision is blurry and it's dark, but I can see someone standing above me, crouching down.

“Grayson, come on, he's gone,” I hear the person say, and realize its Dean. I try to respond but it comes out garbled and I can't even understand myself. Next thing I know he is putting his arms under my knee and arms, lifting me up.

“Put me down, I can walk myself,” I try to say but it sounds more like ‘Puh meown Ikin wall myself.’

“I can't understand you, just focus on calming down,” He replies and keeps walking.

He walks us out of the woods and I see his car, Sam standing there waiting. He looks at me like he's worried but I don't want him to see me like this and turn away, my face in Dean's jacket like a little kid.

He slides me in the back seat and drives. The panic attack is still strong; I can't help but think about how Grandpa would react to this. As he trained me this would happen a bit and he would make me finish the hunt on my own sometimes to try and teach me that staying calm is a big part of hunting, and the only way for me to learn was to make me do it alone so I would get over it. I was 10 when he started doing that.

The car stops and they get out, Dean comes to get me, but I push him away and get myself out. I can tell that I've sweat through my shirt and everytime I think about Grandpa it's like another wave hits me and the attack gets strong again right as I feel like it's going down.

The three of us walk into our shared motel room, Sam in front of me and Dean behind. I go to my bag to get clothes and walk to the bathroom without saying anything to them. I take a long shower and calm down to normal before the water gets cold. When I'm done getting dressed I brush my teeth and get the first aid kit out. My right hand has deep claw marks, but I don't need stitches.

I walk out Sam and Dean are watching tv on the couch. After hearing the door open, they both turn around to see me.

Dean turns off the tv, “We need a lot of sleep if we're going to catch this asshole soon.”

“Agreed,” I reply, “Where do you think they keep the extra blankets?”

“That closet maybe?” Sam suggests and points to the small closet by the entrance.

I go and there are in fact extra blankets and pillows. I grab them off the top shelf and start making my bed on the couch, since it doesn't look like a pull out.

“Hey, i’ll take the couch,” Sam volunteers.

“It's fine,” I say.

“Just take my bed.”

“Sam, I don't-” I start but he walks over and takes the blankets and pillow from me, “Fine. Thanks.”

He starts setting up the couch and I go get in the bed Dean isn't in. When done, Sam shuts off the lights and I try to sleep.

“GRAYSON RENEE REED! YOU ARE PATHETIC!” My grandfather shouts then slaps me, knocking me to the ground.

“I'm sorry!” I cry and rub my cheek. Then Mom and Dad walk in.

“I am disappointed to call you my daughter,” my mother states and kicks my lower stomach while I’m down.

“I never wanted you, I always knew there was something wrong with you,” my father adds.

My grandpa then pulls my hair to make me stand, “Even these two think you're horrible and they just met you.” Sam and Dean appear with disgusted looks on their faces.

“We just feel sorry for you. Why else would anyone ever voluntarily spend time with you?” Sam asks, his head turning to the side to put emphasis on confusion.

“You unstable bitch. You're lucky I don't kill you myself,” Dean states, aggression forming in his face.

“No- No I didn't, I can't control it, I-” I start but my grandfather slaps me to the ground again.  Cameron appears and looks down at me.

“I can't believe you actually thought I loved you, are you really that pathetic?” Cameron asks.

“I'm happy we died, so we don't have to see you screw up!” My mom yells and then I start crying. I can't feel the tears but I know they're there.

“I HATE YOU!” My father yells, then everyone joins in and more people appear to take turns Even that bastard Gordon appears along with faces of familiar hunters.

“STOP!” I screech.

I wake up from my dream sweaty with moist cheeks, I push the covers off of myself and look at the clock. Its nearly 3am. I get up out of the bed and walk outside. The motel has two stories and were on the second level. I walk out in only my shorts and a t-shirt despite the cold. The brisk air immediately cools me down.

“A little cold to be dressed like that don't you think?” I turn and see Mindy walking towards me.

“What do you want?”

“Just checking up on my favorite hunter,” she smirks.

“Stop following me, if you're going to kill me, just go ahead and try.”

“No. Remember our talk last week? I like to play, and you are very feisty,” she taunts.

“I asked you why you're here, now talk.”

“I'm just keeping an eye on you, seeing if you make any progress.”

“Progress? What the hell are you talking about?” I'm seriously confused.

“You don't know. Ha, they never told you,” she laughs and I glare at her, eyes are daggers, “I suggest you look up your family history, you're related to some powerful people.”

“So what? You've been killing my family because they are strong?”

“Trust me, just look up your family tree. You will not be disappointed,” she says and walks off. I don't understand, if she wants to kill me why is she telling me this?

I watch her drive out of the motel parking lot. I take a deep breath and realize I'm freezing. I try to open the door as quietly as possible. I see Dean sitting up in his bed looking right at me.

“You okay?” He asked groggily.

“Yeah, just getting some fresh air, go back to sleep,” I tell him and he shrugs and makes himself comfortable in his bed.

“I just want to finish this hunt and go home,” I state, loading my gun with silver bullets.

“Well it might take longer since we have to stay together,” Sam reasons.

“Where to first?” Dean asks.

“Lets try his house,” Sam replies.

“Screw looking for him, let's lure him to us.”

I can tell Sam doesn't like the idea, “that didn't work the first time, we should try-”

“Please Sam, we can let him follow my scent and take him off guard.”

“That actually doesn't sound too bad,” Dean says, wow he actually agrees with me.

“Fine, but we shouldn't go after him until it's almost dawn so we don't have to fight him too long,” Sam says, so we wait all night until its 6am. The plan is for me to walk ‘alone’ down the streets but Sam and Dean will be close enough to come help if something happens.

I walk down the empty street, my hands in my jacket pockets with my gun on the right side. It's cold enough for me to see my breath. I take a turn down an alley and lean against a wall, waiting. After a few minutes I check the street again, but see nothing. I turn to look deeper into the dark alley and see glowing eyes. I grab my gun from inside my pocket and click the bullet into place. The eyes emerge out of the shadow and I recognize the werewolf.

He stalks towards me, growling. I don't want to move suddenly and cause him to attack me or worse, take me and trap me in a freaking cage again. He gets nearly 10 feet away and I pulled out my hands and aim my gun; he hesitates, but then continues towards me.

“Look, if you leave me alone, I won't shoot you,” I lie but it doesn't make him stop. He starts circling me. It's the perfect opportunity to shoot, but it seems too perfect. What is he doing?

I push the thought to the side and shoot. He lays dead on the cement, bleeding out of his chest. That was too easy. After all the fighting, he just let me shoot him. Did he hold back or something? Did he see Kelly and hold back? I guess I’ll never know the answers.

The brothers give me a ride back to my grandpas cabin and I can't help but think about what's happened in the past 2 weeks: Gordon kidnapping me, the more frequent panic attacks, Mindy telling me she killed my family and then hinting to look up my family tree.

“So..” I start, getting Sam and Deans attention, “Are you guys going to tell me about the whole Gordon thing yet or?”

“You want the truth so bad, fine, go ahead and tell her Sammy,” Dean says not so friendly.

“Well, I-uh- sort of have these premonitions and there are other people like me around the country...long story short, because I'm a psychic, Gordon thinks I'm a monster and wants to kill me,” Sam explains, that is not what I expected.

“So he kidnapped me to lure you, so that he could kill you?”

“Pretty much, yeah,” Sam answers.

“Well, why would he do that if I barely know you guys?”

“He probably thought he could easily take you off your guard,” Dean interrupts.

“And how would he know when to take me off my guard if I’ve never met him before then?” I ask teasingly, “were you guys talking about me?”

They exchange glances. I raise my eyebrows, waiting.

“We met him and we were talking about good hunters we know,” Dean says under his breath.

“I'm sorry what?”

“When we met him we got into a conversation about hunters, and you happened to pop up because you are a hunter,” Dean repeats, I couldve swore the first time he said ‘good hunters’.

“So you think I’m good enough to tell other hunters about?” Man, this keeps getting better and better.

“I'll admit that when you took out that nest when we first met was pretty kickass.” Man, I guess Dean does have a heart after all.

They drop me off at the cabin and I wave as they drive away. Now I can look into the family tree like Mindy suggested. But where to start?

So that’s the end of Chapter three. There are some things I would want to change, but I decided to just edit it for mistakes and post it how it is and focus on writing newer chapters. If you read it, THANK YOU!! Please if you have any suggestions or questions let me know! I will probably post chapter four soon.

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Reread Review!

Title: Alcatraz vs. the Evil Librarians

Author: Brandon Sanderson

Illustrations: Hayley Lazo

Summary: On his thirteenth birthday, foster child Alcatraz Smedry gets a bag of sand in the mail-his only inheritance from his father and mother. He soon learns that this is no ordinary bag of sand. It is quickly stolen by the cult of evil Librarians who are taking over the world by spreading misinformation and suppressing truth. Alcatraz must stop them, using the only weapon he has: an incredible talent for breaking things.

Rating: ★★★★★

Original Review

Review:

Shut up I have a problem. This review will contain spoilers for the ENTIRE Alcatraz series. So if you don’t spoilers then read my original review.

“I am not a good person.”—Page 10

The vast majority of this reread will be me sobbing.

“I know that in writing this I shall make few friends in either world. People are never pleased when you reveal that their beliefs are wrong. But that is what I must do. This is my story—the story of a selfish, contemptible fool. The story of a coward.”—Page 11

I remember when this line was humorous.

“In my case, the moment of impending death made me think about my parents.”—Page 13

STOP PLEASE.

“Alcatraz, Happy thirteenth birthday! Here is your inheritance, as promised. Love, Mom & Dad”—Page 15

“Love, Mom & Dad”.

“Then Joan and Roy had tried to say good-bye. I hadn’t opened my door to them. Better to get tings over without all that gushing.”—Page 26

That’s not what they wanted to do!

“At any rate, I most certainly should have called the police on this elderly intruder. He has been the main source of all my problems ever since.”—Page 29

What? I mean…yeah that’s true but…

“We’ll have to strike quickly, and possibly at great peril to our lives. But that’s the Smedry way!”—Page 32

Yep.

“Perhaps you’re—despite my best efforts—feeling a bit of sympathy for me. After all orphans usually make very sympathetic heroes. Perhaps you think that my habit of using sarcasm is simply a method of hiding my insecurity. Perhaps you’ve decided that I wasn’t a cruel boy, just a very confused one. Perhaps you’ve decided, despite my feigned indifference, I didn’t like breaking things.”—Page 34

Yes. Obviously. You are very confused. Definitely.

This will be the first but not last time that Alcatraz froze when a gun was pulled out.

“You’ll understand eventually, lad, but pulling a gun on a Smedry isn’t exactly the smartest thing a man can do.”—Grandpa Smedry, Pages 40-41

Ouch.

“…and when they poop, environmentalists get mad).”—Page 44

Yep.

“Now, it’s very important to me that you understand that I am not stupid.”—Page 48

But you’re stoopid.

“‘Tell me, lad,’ Grandpa Smedry said, laying a hand on a my shoulder, ‘why did you burn down your foster parents’ kitchen?’ I started. That wasn’t the question I’d been expecting. ‘How did you know about that?’ ‘Why, I’m an Oculator, of course.’”—Pages 54-55

Wait, how did he know?

“Now, a true hero would have tackled the man who was shooting his grandfather, or done something equally heroic. I am not a true hero. I stood frozen with shock.”—Page 66-67

SOBS!

“If I’d had any sense, I’d have run away right then.”—Page 72

Harsh dude, that’s your wife.

“‘That’s sad,’ Sing said. ‘She was pretty.’”—Page 112

I love Sing.

“The room was filled with dinosaurs. Real, live, moving dinosaurs. One of them waved at me.”—Page 131

Dinosaurs are still freaking cool.

I didn’t notice that Brandon kept spelling pterodactyl differently.

“Ms. Fletcher shrugged. ‘Perhaps they just didn’t want him. Considering his…parentage.’”—Page 160

Oh shit.

“Would any decent, kindhearted individual become a writer? Of course not.”—Page 164

Favorite line.

“Ms. Fletcher cocked her head, a strange look on her face. ‘What?’ I asked. ‘Nothing,’ she said. ‘You merely…reminded me of someone I used to know.’”—Page 180

Attica.

“This was, of course, the first time I ever heard about a ceremony involving sacrificial Oculators. I dismissed the comment as an idle threat. Foolish, foolish Alcatraz.”—page 181

PAIN!

“‘Did you know my parents, then?’ ‘Of course,’ Ms. Fletcher said. ‘In fact, I studied under them. I thought they might be able to train me to be an Oculator.’ I snorted. ‘That’s not something you can learn.’ ‘Yes, well,’ Ms. Fletcher said, looking a little flustered, ‘I was young.’ ‘Were you friends with them, then?’ I asked. ‘I got along better with your father than your mother,’ Ms. Fletcher said.”—Page 183

I think this a bunch of half truths. Fletcher might have wanted to work under Grandpa Smedry to see if she could become an Oculator. She fell in love with Attica and also the idea of getting a Smedry Talent so they got married. Then the last line is referring to how she thinks about her past self. Like she was conflicted about being a Librarian and in love with Attica.

“It’s funny what a little taste of leadership can do to someone. A shade of responsibility, a smidgen of self-understanding, and I was ready to stand up to a full-blown Dark Oculator. I gritted my teeth, jutted out my chin defiantly, and stared him in the eye. So, of course, I got my heroic little self blasted with a beam of pure pain.”—Page 184-185

I bet getting blasted with that beam feels better than the emotional turmoil that I’m in right now. Oh the parallels in this book are going to be the death of me. Just kill me now.

C’mon, take the baby Alivened.

“Sentinel’s Glass of Ryshadium.”—Blackburn, Page 228

BRANDON!

“The mechanics of forging a Truthfinder’s Lens are complex, it read, but can be understood by one who takes the proper time to study.”—Page 266

Hey, Truthfinder’s Lens have been mentioned.

“‘What?’ Grandpa Smedry said, looking back up. ‘Edible Eddings, boy! This city is crawling with Librarians. It was dangerous enough to give you a chance to come back and say good-bye!’ ‘But you said I had to spend some time with them!’ ‘A few hours, lad,’ Grandpa Smedry said, ‘to apologize for the trouble you’d give them. What did you expect? That I’d leave you here all summer, in the exact place where your enemies know where to know? With people that aren’t even your family? In a place you don’t really like, and that is depressingly normal compared to the world you’ve grown to love? Doesn’t that sound a little stupid and contrived to you?’”—Page 287

On the one hand having foster parents who aren’t totally evil would have been nice but…dang it I love this. It’s so hilarious!

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Devil Bike // Samifer

Words: 3800

Summary: Ever since Sam got his Harley he loves it to pieces. It’s fast and powerful and he can finally understand Dean’s obsession for Baby. Lucifer, his Harley, is the hottest machine on the road and he can’t live without it anymore. But, one night both Baby and his beloved Luci, are gone. Instead, Sam and Dean are suddenly faced with the very surprising truth about their vehicles and not everyone enjoys this insight.

human!vehicles (both), an unpleasant surprise for dean, a very pleasant surprise for sam, mostly fluff and a little kinky stuff

Note: I am 100% sure you will all hate me for human!Impala, but I’m not sorry. And yes, human!Lucifer is a kinky son of a bitch ;) If you’re curious, this is Lucifer (just with wings instead of the Harley Davidson writing ;)

Tagging: @brieflymaximumprincess​ @sassysupernaturalsweetheart​ @spnyoucantkeepmedown​ @wait-what5​ @xantcear​ @wearemykingdom

Sam loved his bike, more than Dean would ever believe. Sure, his brother had Baby and Baby had been their home for many years, but Sam's Harley was… perfect. He found it at a police auction a few years ago and fell in love with it the first moment. This bike was everything he ever wanted. Dean mocked him when he playfully named it Lucifer, because everyone he met asked him if he got the bike from hell. Sam loved the name and that Dean always rolled his eyes when he said it; he would never not love this Harley.

Sam kept Lucifer in perfect condition. The black metal was scratchless, the chrome flames always polished to be perfectly shiny. On both sides, the machine had extremely detailed airbrush paintings of angel wings, too, which were Sam's favorite part. Whenever even the tiniest thing seemed off, Sam checked the machine everywhere to make sure nothing would destroy its perfection. Before he got his Harley he often mocked Dean for his devotion to Baby, but now he understood. Even though it was a little more than that. At times, Sam was completely obsessed with Luci - something he only called it when he was alone because it drove Dean up the walls.

During the last years, Luci had become Sam's constant companion, he rode him everywhere. No matter if it was hailing or snowing or if the sun burned his back - Sam was never without his beloved Harley. He rode it to hell and back - literally - and by now it was actually a part of himself, rather than just a bike. No matter how bad things became, he always knew his Luci was there and he loved it. As soon as he swung his legs over the big machine and started the engine, Sam became one with Luci. At times, he thought that it almost had its own mind, especially when they were on the road. The roaring beneath him, the vibrations and the sheer feeling of power - it was like heaven.

One day, Sam and Dean stopped at a motel in a small town in the middle of nowhere, both tired out of their minds and completely exhausted. They had finished another hunt nearby, a horse of ghouls that had decided to take over a hospital, and all they wanted to do now was sleep for weeks. While Dean checked into the motel, Sam got their duffle bags from the Impala. When he walked past Luci, he gave his bike an affectionate smile and let his hand run along its side. If it wasn't for Luci, he would be dead by now.

“You were awesome today, thank you, Luci,” Sam said with the warmest smile on his face and finally followed his brother to their room.

Dean was already peeling his clothes off before the door was open completely, announcing that he'd get the first shower. Sam didn't really mind, he used his waiting time to go through their stuff and throw out damaged things, like a knife they broke. When it was finally his turn and he got out of the bloody clothes, he thanked the heavens above.

After showering and changing into clean clothes, Sam grabbed a burger from his brother and plopped down in his bed. Luckily they got two queens this time, sleeping in one bed with Dean always ended in chaos.

“You raised hell today, Sammy,” Dean said appreciatively and gave Sam a nod. “You gotta teach me how to do the tire thing one day.”

Sam chuckled and quickly swallowed down his bite. Yeah, the tire thing. He had actually decapitated one of the ghouls with Luci's tire, or better: he smashed its head and splashed blood everywhere. That's what they got for trying to eat his brother.

“If you'd be nicer to Luci, I'm sure you could learn.” Sam grinned widely, but Dean didn't grin back. Every time he tried to ride Sam's bike he ended with bruises and on the ground, almost as if it didn't like him.

“I gave up riding your devil bike, Sammy,” he huffed and finished his burger. “And you should too.”

“I never fell off, Dean,” Sam shrugged. “It's not my fault if you can't drive anything other than your car.”

“At least Baby is a true lady, your bike is a grumpy old grandpa.”

Sam smiled, but he knew better. Sure, Dean might call Baby a lady, but Luci was in much better condition and so far Sam had won every race against his brother.

“Let's catch some sleep,” Sam eventually yawned and crawled under his blanket. “We have a long day ahead.”

“Yeah, sounds like a plan.”

Dean turned the lights off a few moments later and Sam sighed. He was way too tired to care for the early hour, within minutes he was off for the night.

Sam had a very weird dream about witches and genies, but that's not what woke him up in the middle of the night. It was a sound he knew too well and that made him dart up immediately.

“Dean!” He yelled, already kicking the blanket off to get out of bed. “Dean someone steals Baby!”

This finally woke his brother up, but it wasn't only the engine of Baby he had heard. Much worse for Sam was, that he heard Luci's roaring growl.

“Son of a bitch!”

Dean was by Sam's side within seconds, gun drawn and ready to shoot, and together they stormed out of the room. They ran to their parking spots, only to find them both empty. Baby and Luci were gone.

“Fuck!” Dean growled.

Sam didn't even manage to get a sound out, he simply knelt down where he had parked Luci before and checked the gravel in the dirty yellow light of the street lamp. He quickly frowned though and moved to Baby's spot. Both vehicles didn't drive away, it looked as if they just vanished.

“Dean, something's not right here,” Sam said and gave his brother a glare. He had already taken out his phone, which Sam now took and hung up. “The police can't help us here, I'll call Bobby.”

Dean was about to protest, but he was completely shattered, so all he managed was a weak sound before he buried his hands in his hair and walked away. Sam shook his head and dialed Bobby's number. Something wasn't right here, he knew it. He slowly stepped away from the parking lots, careful to not step on them to ruin the evidence, and pressed the phone to his ear.

“This better be important,” a very grumpy and tired voice answered Sam's call after over a minute.

“Bobby, I think we have a problem,” Sam said and ran a hand through his own hair now. He had turned away from Dean, facing the street now. “Dean’s car and my bike, they're gone.”

“Do I look like the damn police to you, boy?” Bobby barked at him and Sam held the phone away a little to escape the flood of curses that followed, but just when he wanted to explain to Bobby what he thought had happened he felt a hand on his shoulder. Thinking it was Dean, Sam rolled his eyes and turned around. Sam almost dropped the phone in his hands. The man in front of him was not Dean, not at all. He could feel his eyes widen and his mouth open, but not a single sound came out of his mouth as he stared at the stranger.

The blond man in front of him looked about his age, was slightly shorter and had the bluest eyes Sam had ever seen. He felt utterly lost when he looked into them and barely registered the smirk on the others lips. He was dressed in a black leather jacket with spikes and biker boots, long with ripped blue jeans. But Sam's focus was solely on his eyes and for reasons he didn't know, he brought the phone back to his ears, mumbled an ‘I’ll call you back’ and hung up.

“Hello, Sam,” the stranger said in a deep voice that sounded eerily familiar to Sam for some reason, even if he couldn't say why.

“W-who are you?” he asked, almost whispering. He couldn't recall this face at all and he was pretty damn sure he'd remember such a gorgeous guy if he ever met him.

Suddenly, the man's smirk turned into a smile and he tilted his head slightly.

“I thought you'd recognize me,” he said amused. “I'm Lucifer.”

Sam thought he'd faint right there and then. His eyes widened even more and his knees actually gave in, but he didn't hit the ground, oh no. The man grabbed him by the waist and pulled him back up, still looking at him with those mesmerizing blue eyes.

“Are you not happy to see me?” the man asked quietly, to which Sam gave him an almost helpless glare.

“This… this can't be,” he finally muttered, completely dumbfounded now. “You can't be, I mean… you are not…”

“Sam, relax,” Lucifer smiled and this smile alone made Sam's knees weak again. “It's all good, you're not dreaming or anything.”

“But… but how?” Sam didn't understand how this was possible.

“It's a long story,” Lucifer sighed and laid his fingers on Sam's chin, smiling and brushing a thumb over it. “Do I scare you?”

Sam shook his head right away to not give Lucifer even the slightest idea. He didn't feel scared at all, in fact he didn't know what to feel right now at all.

“Good,” Lucifer smiled. “I'd feel bad if you were scared of me, Sam.”

“I could never-”

Sam's words were cut off by his brother suddenly, who screamed so shocked and horrified that he spun around right away. Lucifer held Sam by his shoulders when Dean stormed towards them, immediately stumbling back when he saw the guy behind Sam.

“What the hell?” Dean gasped and looked back over his shoulder. “Don't tell me your bike…”

“Dean, what happened?” Sam was confused now. “What happened to Baby?”

“Baby!” Dean huffed and shook his head. “That's not Baby, that's a fucking nightmare!”

“How dare you speak about me in that tone of voice, Dean Winchester?” an unfamiliar voice spoke and Sam pressed himself closer to Lucifer for some reason, as if it was instinct. He immediately felt an arm wrapping around him from behind and felt strangely good about it.

Behind Dean, from the shadows of the parking lot, emerged a woman. It wasn't any ordinary woman though, she looked kind of terrifying. She was shorter than Dean, but that didn't help much. Everything about her screamed authority, from her posture to the look on her face and the cold glare she gave his brother. Sam didn't know if he wanted to laugh or cry, but he found it utterly satisfying to see that ‘Baby’ was apparently a middle-aged, black lady that looked like she'd give Dean the beating of his lifetime for sassing her.

“Baby, please,” Lucifer said calm, catching her attention. “He is just shocked, don't be too hard on him.”

“Too hard on him?” Baby asked and laughed sarcastically. “I've been driving this boy around since he wore diapers and he doesn't even have respect for me now?”

“Wait, is this real?” Dean “What is happening here?”

Sam tried hard not to smile at this absurd situation and looked at his brother.

“I think it's real,” he eventually said. “This is Lucifer, Dean. You know, my bike?”

Now Dean finally looked closer and his eyes widened again.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” he shouted frustrated. “This is a damn nightmare!”

Dean walked off, shaking his head and cursing and absolutely pissed off. Sam, however, wasn't at all as disgusted as his brother. He found this change of events strange and weird, yes, but not that bad at all somehow.

“I'm sorry, Baby?” Sam carefully said after Dean was out of their view. It was kind of awkward calling this woman ‘Baby’, but she didn't seem to mind.

“It's alright, Sammy,” Baby said and pinches his cheek with a warm smile. “I won't stay like this forever, don't worry.”

“Oh, you… you won't?” Sam couldn't hide dis disappointment and turned around to Luci. “W-why not?”

“I think Lucifer should explain,” Baby smiled. “I will make sure Dean doesn't do something stupid again.”

“Wait!” Sam spun around again, grabbing her arm. She gave him a confused glare. “I… I wanted to say thank you,” Sam mumbled a little ashamed. “For everything, I mean. You were always there for us and I never thought about it.”

Baby's smile widened and she strapped forward, pulling Sam into a tight hug. Sam had a hard time not starting to cry, this was so surreal and at the same time made him so happy and sad. When she finally let go, her smile was even brighter.

“You're a good boy, Sam. Never change, okay?”

“I won't, I promise,” Sam smiled and watched her nod, before she turned around and left, leaving the two men alone.

“Let’s walk a little, okay, Sam?” Lucifer asked and Sam nodded slowly. Walking sounded good.

They crossed the parking lot until they reached the smaller one on the other side of the street, in front of a drug store. There, Lucifer say down on a curb stone and Sam followed soon after. It took a few minutes before Sam found his voice again, but when he did it was as quiet as a whisper.

“Will you really turn back again?” he asked and looked up.

“It depends,” Lucifer smiled knowingly.

“On what?”

“It's all up to you. I mean, if you want me to be they way you know me again, you can just say it. Otherwise, if you want me to stay human…”

“Wait…” Sam interrupted Lucifer sand looked kind of worried. “Before you say anything else, I have a question. Do you remember everything that happened when you were… a bike?”

“Yes, Sam,” Lucifer smirked and let a finger run over Sam's jaw. “That's why I'm here now, to ask you if you want me to stay.”

“Of course I do!” Sam said immediately. He never imagined anything like this happening, but how could he say he didn't want Lucifer to stay like this, now that he saw him? “You're part of me, Luci! I could never send you away!”

“I wouldn't leave, just… stay the machine you know,” Lucifer said. “Besides, I’m probably not what you imagined anyways. I wouldn't be mad if you told me to turn back.”

“No, you're not what I imagined,” Sam chuckled. “You're ten times better.”

“Sam…”

“No, tell me how you can stay!” Sam insisted. He didn't want Lucifer to change again, it didn't matter to him if he had to get a new bike or not. He wanted him to stay, like this. “I mean it. I'll do anything, but I don't want you to turn back.”

Lucifer's eyes caught Sam's and for a moment they simply looked at each other under the pale light of the night. Then, Lucifer cupped Sam's cheek and leaned forward. Sam knew what would follow and his stomach began to tighten at the thought, but he simply closed his eyes and waited for the other to close the last distance. When their lips finally met, Sam thought he'd die from the sheer joy rushing through his body and he brought his hands up to cup Lucifer's face too. It all happened so naturally, as if they had done this a million times before and yet, it was the most intense and perfect feeling Sam ever had. He deepened the kiss, hungry for more and crawled on Lucifer's lap as he did, his heart now beating so fast that he could barely hear anything anymore.

Finally Lucifer broke the kiss by gently pushing Sam down and when he did, the hunter could barely open his eyes to look at him. He was surprised by his sudden outburst of need and blushed immediately.

“I'm sorry… I… I didn't-”

“Don't apologize, Sam,” Lucifer shushed him and laid a finger on his lips. “You've kissed me so often already, now I can finally kiss you back at least.”

“Will you… stay now?” Sam asked slowly and looked down at Lucifer. The other smiled.

“I will, yes,” he said quietly. “You can't imagine how happy you make me by letting me stay, Sam.”

“You have no idea either,” Sam smiled and leaned down for a short kiss again. “But I'll miss feeling you under me… there's nothing better than feel you turn up and feel your power, Luci...

“I still have my power, trust me,” Lucifer growled and pulled Sam closer. He pressed their chests together with such strong hands that Sam couldn't hold a gasp of surprise.

“Luci…”

“I can finally give you what you want,” Lucifer said and pressed a kiss on Sam's neck, who rolled his head to the side and sighed. “Just tell me… what do you want, Sam?”

“Everything,” Sam breathed, his voice shivering with anticipation. “I want everything you give me, Luci.”

Lucifer smiled and sealed Sam's lips again, allowing the hunter to shove the jacket off his shoulders. When they parted, Sam's eyes were glued to Lucifer's shoulders, however, and the blond couldn't hold a chuckle.

“Surprised?” he asked and Sam nodded in awe.

“I didn't expect you to… have those,” he whispered and brushed his fingers over the dark black ink on Lucifer's skin. It was a perfect copy of the wings he had as a bike, going over his shoulder blades and most likely down his back too.

“You'll be in for a few more surprises,” Lucifer grinned and turned around, pinning Sam under him.

“I can't wait to see them,” Sam coaxed and pulled the blond down, now even more excited than before. This night turned out to be the best of his life and he would take all surprised that Lucifer had, definitely.

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It was almost an hour later when Sam and Lucifer came back to the motel. Sam's face still felt all hot and his pulse wouldn't slow down, but he had never been happier before. Lucifer walked right beside him, his arm wrapped around Sam's waist. They both looked exhausted and their hair was messed up, but they couldn't care less. Before Sam opened the door, Lucifer gave him one last kiss and let him go.

When they entered the motel room, Dean immediately jumped off his bed he sat on. Baby was there too, sitting on a chair in front of it, and Sam was sure he had had a much better time than Dean.

“Where the hell have you been?” Dean asked almost furious and pulled his brother aside. “We gotta find out how to fix this!”

“Don't you dare try to fix anything, Dean,” Sam warned his brother and stepped away from him, back to Lucifer. The blond stood next to Baby now, looking very pleased when Sam walked towards him.

“Are you kidding me?” Dean spat and glared at Sam. “That's a fucking machine, Sammy! He's not even human!”

“I don't care, okay?” Sam shot back and laid a hand on Lucifer's hip. “If you even think about turning him back I'm gonna take a big fat screwdriver and give Baby a new look, promised!”

Behind him, Sam heard someone clearing their throat and he turned around almost scared. What he met, however, was an understanding smile.

“I'm sorry,” he mumbled and Baby nodded with a smile.

“This can't be happening!” Dean threw his hand up, completely frustrated. “I need my car back, for god’s sake!”

“Relax, Dean,” Sam laughed. “You'll get her back soon enough, right, Baby?”

“Exactly. In a few hours I will be back the way I was before,” Baby agreed.

“Perfect!” Dean looked more done than ever before in his life. “I'll get a drink, when I come back those two better be lifeless machines again or we’ll have a big problem!”

With these words, Dean stormed out. Sam wondered if he would throw a fit when he came back and still found Lucifer a human, but he didn't want to worry about that.

“Thank you for helping me, Baby,” Lucifer said suddenly and smiled at the woman. “Without you, I would still be just a machine.”

“So, you will stay human?” she asked, visibly happy.

“Yes,” he smiled and pulled Sam towards him again. “Sam insisted that I’d stay.”

“Very good,” Baby smiled and stood up. “I will leave you two alone then, I bet you have a lot to talk about.”

She winked before leaving Sam and Lucifer alone, who looked at each other with a smile on their faces.

“Did you really ask her for help to become human?” Sam asked curious.

“I've begged her for months now,” Lucifer admitted sheepishly and suddenly sweeper Sam off his feet. The hunter was so surprised that he held onto Lucifer's neck and yelped. “She finally gave in just so I would stop pestering her.”

“Thank god you did,” Sam laughed and let Lucifer drown him in another kiss as he carried him over to his bed. “I can't imagine you ever being different again.”

-----

Two weeks later

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“You better hurry, I don't want more bikes to become human and ruin my life,” Dean scoffed when he turned Baby's engine off.

Sam just smiled and got out of the car, followed by Lucifer. They finally found a shop that sold Harleys and he was dying to get his hands on a new one. Of course he was glad Lucifer was human now, but he missed the feeling of freedom. The Impala felt like a cage after so long. Dean followed almost annoyed.

Lucifer followed Sam curiously as he walked through the different isles, smirking when the hunter finally stopped in front of one. Sam knelt down and inspected the machine, let his fingers run over the sides and the seat.

“That's a good one,” Sam said and tested if he could sit comfortably on it. It was big enough for him and Luci, who followed behind him quickly. “What do you say? A good replacement?”

“You can't replace me, Sam,” Lucifer said and placed a kiss behind Sam's ear. “But it's a nice machine.”

“I bet it sounds amazing too. I can't wait to test it, I bet you'll know why I loved riding you so much then.”

“Oh, kinky,” Lucifer grinned. “I like that.”

“Please just stop it!” Dean suddenly begged from far behind and both Sam and Lucifer burst out in laughter. It would never stop being funny to tease Sam's brother. They both enjoyed it way too much.

[astralsecrets]

13 Dec: Overcrowded and overheated future, time travel and judgement day

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening In a not so distant future, Trump is still US President, but climate change has wrecked society. He himself is suffering the effects on his own skin, literally. On the news they're saying he had a heat stroke and sweat so much at some event he almost died. He will now only be indoors in controlled temperature and they are considering making a protective dome around him when he has to step outside, so he is in a controlled environment all the time. I am on the overcrowded subway, lots of women with their kids going to school, but it is so dangerous. People have no civility anymore and can get violent and do whatever, because there is lawlessness. Gangs of criminals attack, rob, kidnap in broad daylight and on public transports and no one can stop it. It's heartbreaking to see how men treat women and their children as second class humans and push them, hurt them, insult them as a normal part of life. Police now shoots on the streets any illegal immigrant or suspected criminal. The subway train I am in just stopped at a station and there is a half a dozen policemen with guns ready to shoot some Hispanic guy who has a hostage and is waiting to get on board of the train with her, which incidentally s his wife. They actually don't shoot, because of so many people around and he comes on the subway. He is out of his mind, shouting, threatening everybody and he seats with the lady under his arm, pointing a gun to her. He is clearly mad and delusional and he claims we are all somehow guilty of whatever accusation against him on violence against his wife. He says something about her lawyers and suddenly he sees us as said lawyers and wants to kill us. As I see that he is ready to shoot randomly, when I see a chance I grab some crane or stick that I find nearby and I hit him in the head multiple times until he falls on the ground, still conscious, but no longer capable of doing anything at all, visibly fatally wounded. I feel horribly sick with what I did. But others treat me as a hero, saying I did what was necessary to save us all. Later I am at some family's home and a lady is telling her father that her kid is coming to the city to participate in the Olympic games and that she is accompanied by her father and coach. This lady's dad implies that there is a thing going on between the kid's dad and the coach. The mother minimizes its importance, what matters is the kid. She wants the grandpa to be at the competitions supporting his granddaughter. He claims it is too expensive and dangerous nowadays, but she promises to try get some special seats for athletes families. He still has decided he won't go. Being outside just became to dangerous and extremely unpleasant because of the heat and social unrest. Me and some friends have some special abilities, like going back in time and altering the past or flying. And there is a group who is trying to get to us and steal our powers, which we get from a kind of dark matter that we can extract from thin air. I go on a mission to some time in the past to alter something, but it isn't a moving normal reality, instead it is like landing on a rock solid static 3D picture and to alter anything, I have to fight huge forces that feel like gravity, like when I want to change positions of people and objects. In this case, I need to move a newspaper on a table to a certain page to be noticed by some man who will sit on the table, but turning the page is like turning a large rock. Just as I had accomplished it, one guy from the organization that hunts us down, appears in the situation, holding a bit of the black matter and we grabs me but I still can escape to my present time. In the present, they are chasing my friends mercilessly and they get hold them and them into a building with a large lobby with glass walls, concrete columns and a lake outside. I keep entering the facilities at night and I get closer and closer to find them. Then one night I find the room they are being kept in, but their agents come and see me there. I run and try to find my way backwards from where I came. I lose most of them in the chase, except for one lady agent who is relentless. I jump through a window, fearless as I summon some black matter that sustains me in my flight. But she also has some black matter and with a bit of fear she also jumps out of the window and tries to chase me. But they are far from mastering this thing and she just floats down to the ground as I soar through the sky, getting away from her. Visiting my cousin Ana. She is sharing an house with a dude I don't like so much at first sight but actually later I find him ok. She is very busy and basically leaves me at home alone. She has a new business of buying and remodeling houses and she is very excited with it. She leaves with the guy. I go to the toilet because my eyes hurt. I look in the mirror and I see I have a bunch of eyelashes in my eyes and I start removing them, feeling much relief. Then I go to the university, but strangely not to have classes with a regular teacher, but to receive teachings from my Buddhist teacher. My colleagues enter an auditorium where the teaching will happen and there is a lot of noise and confusion inside. When I go in I see my colleagues debating with a bunch of other people who are already sitting there for another class. There was a double reservation of this room, but those who came first won the right to stay. I go outside again and my teacher walks by with the usual entourage around him and just goes away when learning the teaching was postponed until a new room is found available. But as he goes away, I notice a sneaky eye contact with me. It's judgement day and the world is being slowly torn apart in a vortex spiraling from all directions. From any place we stand, the vision is that of a cylindrical tube, at which opposite sides the vortex is destroying everything. But it works to my left and right and also to my front and back and other directions. And somewhere in the exact center there is a sweet spot of calmness. There is chaos everywhere with buildings collapsing, people running aimlessly, but in the center where I stand, there is an angelic baby, with golden locks, all alone, sitting in absolute peace. I go towards him and cuddle his head. He is smiling and I feel peace too. I turn around for a second and he disappears. Then people around me reach a new level of hysteria and I see electricity cables ripping apart and swinging on the streets, electrocuting whomever gets caught in the way. I look for cover but I am hit by it a couple of times. But doesn't do me any harm. I still decide to take cover inside some building, so I enter a food court and find and absolutely calm environment. There are two vegetarian fast food companies selling their delicacies over a counter. I start with the guys from the right who are preparing vegan pizzas and I want to try but they claim it will still take a while. So then I turn to the guys on the left to see what they have and they offer me some salads as a starter and some vegan patties. Oh well, if it's the end of the world, I will die happy :)

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[littledraga]

Stuck in the Well

Pulling into Hammerhead, Prompto could have shouted in joy, but the sun still had a few hours before it started to warm the sky, so instead, he raised his arms high over his head, easing the tension in his back. The boys had agreed to take an overnight hunt to take out a few Iron Giants that had been causing a problem. They weren’t as terrifying to the group as they were in the beginning, but still took a lot of time and energy. Silently they agreed, turning the hunt into Takka could wait until after they got a little sleep.

Holding open the door, Prompto made to follow the others inside the small camper when he heard a familiar crackling sound. They had left his Gravity Well with Cid earlier, but certainly, the mechanic knew better than to activate in Hammerhead, didn’t he? Seeing the light in the garage still on, Prompto had begun to worry.“Hey, I’ll be in in a second, just gonna check on something, alright?” Gently closing the door behind him he pretended not to hear Gladiolus’ comment about not bothering Cindy at this hour. He wasn’t planning on bugging anyone, but he would feel better knowing. Just a peek he told himself. It was probably just an engine Cindy got distracted with acting funny anyway. Getting closer, Prompto became more concerned, his Gravity Well’s attack was normally done by now. Trying to convince himself it was simply proof it wasn’t his weapon reeking havoc, the blond peered around the edge of the garage, looking inside.Eyes wide, he saw Cindy, arms outstretched toward one of the lifts. The crackling sound of the weapon was much louder, trapped in the garage as it continued to pull the young mechanic to it. Laying open on the table, the core of it was bare and pulsing. Not allowing himself a chance to think, Prompto ran into the garage and into the gravitational pull. Covering up the core was simple enough, but without being sealed it was still pulling them in. Fumbling with the seal, Prompto lurched forward as the other blonde slid into him.“I’m sorry, darlin’, it’s getting harder to keep my footing.” “S’okay, I’m almost done and everything will be normal again.” Prompto could feel the heat in his face, but he was proud of himself for keeping a level voice as Cindy seemed to give up on trying to fight the pull and lean against him. It was only a few seconds before the seal was back properly in place, and the additional pull was released. Swaying, both managed to catch themselves before falling to the floor. Prompto reached out to Cindy before he realized what he was doing. Hands freezing in place, he felt the heat back in his face as he stuttered.“Ar-are you al- alright, Cindy?” Taking a moment to straighten her hat, she gave herself a once over, making sure everything was how it should be. With a small nod, she smiled brightly at Prompto, “Right as rain! Thanks for the save, Prompto. I’m not sure what happened, but I’m mighty grateful it’s over.” Giving a nervous chuckle, Prompto gave his weapon a gentle pat.“That’s the power of the Gravity Well, I shoot off a blast and it pulls everyone together. It works great with Gladiolus’ wide attacks. I’ve helped him take out like five goblins at once with this baby!” Beaming at Cindy, his face fell when she tilted her head and gave him a confused look.“Gravity Well, huh? When I started I just figured it was ya’lls Crossbow, I guess it lives up to its name. I watched grandpa upgrade the other one, so I figured I could figure out how to upgrade it again. ‘Course doesn’t do me any good if it’s not the same thing does it?” Nodding to the machine behind Prompto she added, “That’s some fire power you’re packin out there.” Giving a sheepish smile and nod, Prompto agreed, “Yeah, but we’re fighting some pretty strong monsters out there, so we need all the help we can get. That’s why we’re so grateful to Cid for helping power us up.” Cindy made a small sound of agreement before she rounded Prompto and started peering back into the machine. Very gently, as not to disturb it again, she tapped the core and asked, “So this is the bit that gives it that extra power right?” Nearly stumbling on his own feet, Prompto quickly spun around and showed her the inner workings of the machine.“This gives it that pulling power, and it travels out the same path as the rest of my blasts. A single blast only lasts a couple seconds, but it can make a difference.” Tapping another piece of the machine’s innards, Prompto continued to explain the machine. Whenever Cindy asked a question, he stuttered out an answer, suddenly reminded who he was excitedly babbling to but otherwise, he was able to keep himself, mostly, composed.“Oh, that’s it!” Cindy suddenly exclaimed as Prompto showed her where the machine got its fire power. Ignoring how Prompto jumped back at her sudden outburst, she leaned over the machine snatching up the hydraulic cylinder they had left with Cid. Holding the piece up to another cylinder in the machine, she compared them.“I think this is where grandpa was going to make the change. See? If we change it here,” she traced her finger along the path of machinery. “We can increase the power here.” Interjected Prompto excitement bubbling up into Prompto’s chest as Cindy began reaching for her tools.  They would have to all but dismantle the machine, but nothing could dampen their enthusiasm as they took it apart. Each piece found its place on the table, just like when Prompto took it apart for maintenance. Some pieces were starting to go, and Cindy was more than happy to replace them with left over parts she had in the shop. They even found two pieces had managed to switch places in the Well, Prompto blushed and tried to blame it on when the weapon discharged in the garage. Laughing, Cindy nudged him with her shoulder, still expertly unscrewing a plate that covered that last pieces.With two people working on the machine, they actually took longer than when Prompto was alone. As they worked, he found himself answering a nearly never ending string of questions. Cindy knew cars better than she probably knew herself, and it was enough to get by with a lot of things, but this was still all new for her and she was ready to learn everything. The reverse of how it had always been before, Cindy teaching him about the cars that came in when he stepped in to visit. Just as eagerly as she asked, Prompto answered.It was some time after the sun had risen when they had nearly finished piecing it back together. Putting it back had proven more opportunities to improve the weapon, and they couldn’t resist the challenge. With a few changes, the machine was stronger, faster and far more accurate than it was before.“This is so awesome,” said Prompto as he snapped the new seal over the core. They had increased the size of the Gravity Well’s output, so they gave it a better seal, just in case, they had agreed with a nod. Of course, they had no way of knowing until Prompto got out there and used it, but he kept the original pieces, of course. “Do-do you want to watch me test it?” Prompto murmured, glancing up at Cindy through his bangs, her concerned face sent him reeling back, arms up in defense.“No, no you’re right, it’s dangerous! I don’t want to risk you getting hurt, that’s stupid, for-forget I asked alright?” As he stammered on, Cindy grinned and broke out in laughter. “I don’t see why not? I can trust ya to take out a couple voretooths can’t I?” Prompto’s face broke out into a grin, and he raised his fist in the air in a victory salute, but before he could say anything, a gruff voice cut in.“Now whatcha mean by taking Cindy out to play with some voretooths?” Both blonds looked to the voice and saw Cid walking in, a mug of coffee in his hand. Two open mouths gaped at the master mechanic before they stuttered over each other. Prompto gave in and let Cindy talk, she was probably better with him anyway.“We were fixin’ up his Gravity Well and well,” she smiled a little, “We may have done a few other little things to make it better, we hope. Prompto was just offerin’ to let me watch our handy work is all.” As the young mechanic spoke, Cid made his way over to them,  looking between them and examining their work. Giving a few experimental pressing and pulls on the gun, he gave a satisfied grunt, leaning back.“Not what I had in mind for that cylinder, but I like it. You kids did good.” Giving them each a pat on the back, Cid made his way back out of the garage and back to his chair under the umbrella. His plans were done for the day after all.Looking at each other, they both broke out into laughter as he left. Turning back to the task at hand Cindy brought Prompto back to work, “Come on now, we’re almost done and I wanna see how good this works before lunch.” Prompto’s face dropped as he started to frantically look for his phone. He had been so caught up with the project and Cindy he had forgotten to check back in with the guys. It was nearly ten, and he had texts from Noctis. Groaning he opened the first one.‘Dude where are you?“Seriously text me back if this is a prank it sucks.’'Ignis went out looking for you, you better hurry before he gets madder.’'WTF? Ignis came back and said you were busy, what’s going on!'With a sigh, he typed out a response, 'Helping Cindy with my weapon almost done just gotta test it. See you after.’ Putting his phone back in his pocket he gave a curious Cindy an apologetic smile."I forgot to check in, I guess Noct freaked out.” Giving him a cheeky grin, Cindy shook her head and handed him the tool he was using before as they got back to work. In just over an hour, they had put the last piece back into place. Holding his hand up to Cindy for a high five, he let out an excited fanfare as Cindy returned the gesture. Picking up the weapon, the gunner tested the weight, satisfied that it felt the same. Itching to go out and try his upgraded weapon, Prompto looked up to Cindy, nearly vibrating with excitement. Catching on, Cindy laughed and grabbed an over sized crowbar, laying it across her shoulder. Prompto’s eyes went wide, and Cindy smirked.“What? Pretty girl alone in a garage, I gotta make sure I’m safe.” To prove her point, Cindy stepped away and gave the bar a few test swings, the air whistling as she cut through it. His jaw slacked, he suddenly felt better about bringing her with him to test the weapon. Making their way out of the garage, they planned where the best place was to go. As they debated, another voice joined in.“Where are we going?” Asked Gladiolus as he draped an arm over Prompto’s shoulder, eyeing Cindy’s weapon. Shrugging off the larger man’s arm, Prompto turned and held up his machine, “We finished it, so now we’re off to test it out.” Grinning, Cindy gave a nod of agreement. Noctis and Ignis had walked as they discussed plans to test the weapon. With only a minor protest, a blushing Prompto murmured about being able to take anything near by on by himself, they started to walk again.“Of course, but we’re all interested in what you’ve managed to accomplish,” Ignis replies with a small smile. Prompto agrees with a weak nod as the group walk out behind Hammerhead to see what they could find.They didn’t go far before Ignis saw a small pack of voretooths circling around them. Quietly calling to the others, they stepped back, making sure the three were between Cindy and the beasts without obstructing her view. Stepping forward, Prompto took aim at the center of the pack. He caught the attention of the pack and they began their approach. Prompto adjusted his aim as they shifted, and fired. The crackling of the Gravity Well was louder as it went off. Black and purple light swirled around themselves, larger than before as it took the beasts in. Even stragglers at the edge of the pack clawed at the ground trying to break free from the pull of the machine. Letting out a cheer, Prompto switched to the machine’s normal setting, blasting through the creatures. Even though guilt panged in his chest, he knew if he didn’t take care of them quickly they would be after them as soon as the blast dispersed.As the last one fell, Prompto turned to face the others grinning like a fool. Before he had a chance to celebrate, his face fell as he called out for Cindy. The others turned at his scream to see a voretooth coming up on the mechanic’s side, crouched to attack. Raising up her crowbar, Cindy brought it down over the beast’s head and even Prompto could hear the sickening sound of its skull being crushed. As she lifted her weapon she looked back to Prompto with a smile, “Told ya, I learned to take care of myself.” As the others still stared in disbelief, Prompto cheered for Cindy singing is signature fanfare for her.After the others had picked their jaws up off the ground, they headed back to the out post with the promise of lunch made by Ignis. All the while asking for stories of Cindy’s adventures with the crowbar.