#shea lacey

[unitedbydevils]

Match Review: Manchester United U18s 6-0 Nottingham Forest U18s

Fucksake. Arsenal have had our pants down with this kid...

Only joking. The boy wonder showed up in style on his debut for the United U18s, bagging his first goal in United colours inside the first minute. A panicky, short backpass from a Forest defender went nowhere but into the path of the lively Obi-Martin, who drove at the keeper, round the keeper, and tapped it home for 1-0.

This began the rout, with Chido then scoring again in the 5th minute (driven finish just inside the box), and the 14th minute (first time finish, left foot).

Thwaites and Scanlon both had chances in the first half, but it was Scanlon the Gibraltan international who managed to add to the tally - dancing through five Forest players who just did not press before driving home a shot that wrong-footed the Forest keeper for 4-0.

Obi-Martin and Thwaites weren't the only prodigies on the field though, with Amir Ibragimov the attacking midfielder making it 5-0 just on the stroke of half time.

This is my favourite goal of the bunch; Ibragimov plays the ball out of defence to Obi-Martin on the right wing, who then uses strength and pace to fly down the flank. He looks up, crosses towards Scanlon, but Forest intercept. Meanwhile, Amir Ibragimov has ran the length of the pitch to be the CAM role he's supposed to be. He bustles into the box and preys on the incredibly sloppy and amateur Forest defending and robs the ball between keeper and defender to tap home.

La Carrington is popping of at the moment, and the one starlet shining above all is the scorer of goal number 6 - Jim Thwaites.

We have the reincarnation of Anelka in Chido Obi-Martin, of George Best in Shea Lacey, and potentially Bobby Charlton in Jim Thwaites. Wild times.

Hyperbole is fun, shush. This dazzling midfielder though... what a kid. Goal of the season at U16 and U18 levels respectively last season - his breakthrough campaign. Today, he might have done it again; a Beckham-esque free kick nestled millimetre perfect into the top left corner of the Forest goal. An elite goal and one deserved after that performance.

The stats sum it all up: United were dominant in possession, lethal in front of goal, and generally ruthless across every sector of play. I do feel slightly sorry for Forest that their defence was significantly weaker than the rest of their side, and perhaps with alternate personnel they had more of a footing and confidence in this game.

31 goals scored and 7 conceded in the last 6 games for the U18s. Impressive stuff (bar the Spurs defeat). Next up: WE ALL HATE LEEDS SCUM. An away day against that horrible lot at noon on Saturday. Another rampage please, lads.

[alecsalamander]

CJ, professionally, does not get involved.

It’s a little bit that he doesn’t care and a lot that he can’t be bothered, and yeah, okay, so he’s cursed a little bit. It sucks, but there’s a difference between causing problems and just not putting himself in the middle of them – and sure, he causes more than he gets in the middle of. Fine. It’s just that those are his problems to start. And, well, the rest are other people’s problems, and he doesn’t care enough to be in the middle of those when he’s got his own. And so, quite happily, he doesn’t get involved.

Except—

Except it’s a fucking kid, and a little one at that, like a fucking toddler or something. And she’s kicking and screaming up a storm at the man who is trying, rather unsuccessfully, to get her in a car. And she’s all pale skin and blonde hair and green eyes, and CJ isn’t racist, he’s not – it’d be pretty fucking hypocritical of him given the fact that the whitest thing about him is the father he looks nothing like – but the man is—

It’s a six-foot black man wrestling a screaming little white girl into a car, and he doesn’t want to get involved except that right then she screams tearfully “you’re not my dad!!!” and—

A fucking kid. He can’t not get involved.

The guy looks more surprised by the punch than anything, knocked back against the car, and the girl kicks free in an instant. CJ opens his mouth to ask if she’s okay and reaches for his phone to call 911, and the girl—

She fucking bites him. Like a rabid pit bull, just latches onto the arm he’s reached out to help her with, locks her jaw and all but fucking growls at him.

This is why he doesn’t get involved.

“What the fuck??” he asks the girl, and a little bit the man. He’s on his feet now, and looking pissed about it, and—

CJ’s not surprised when the man hits back. He’s pretty fucking surprised that the guy hits that hard, though. His arm hurts and his face hurts and his head hurts, but it’s instinct to wrap his free arm around the back of the girl’s head and away from the concrete he falls on. “What the fuck?” he asks again, because the girl is still biting him and clawing at him and he’s starting to think he maybe misread the situation a little.

“What the fuck?” the guy echoes, still sounding pissed about it, and reaches his hands out. CJ ignores the chunk she’s probably taking out of his arm to wrap a little tighter around the girl. “Ellie, detach,” the man commands like he’s talking to a fucking dog, which he sort of is a little bit because, with a final growl, the girl releases his arm and kicks him in the ribs.

“Ow, fuck!” He scrambles backwards and to his feet, hands outstretched to avoid getting punched a second time. “I’m sorry, fuck,” and he finally meets the other guy’s eyes. “I thought she was getting kidnapped or something.”

The man doesn’t hit him, but he doesn’t back down either. “Because I’m black?”

It knocks CJ a little harder than the punch did. “I’m not–“ and he gestures up and down, because look at him. No one ever quite knows what he is, just that he’s the sort that they should ask ‘no but where are you from?’ like the answer isn’t going to be Boston. “I’m not fucking racist. She just yelled ‘you aren’t my dad’ pretty fucking loud, okay?”

The man sighs, and slumps a little. “Yeah, she’s cranky. She didn’t nap today and she doesn’t want to go to the dentist.”

The girl glares at him, green eyes narrowed. “You hit my dad,” she says in her tiny toddler growl, and she’s apparently a biter and a liar because this whole thing started because she said he wasn’t .

“I just,” the man continues, and here’s another reason CJ never gets involved; he’s a bartender, he knows he gives off the aura of someone who will listen to all your problems, but he literally doesn’t care. But now that they’ve knocked a few teeth loose or whatever the man is suddenly looking like he’s about to spill his entire life story, it’s the same look he sees in the sad, stressed bastards who come to his bar. This sad, stressed man with the purple circles under his eyes and the lying child who bites people. “She comes to work with me so she gets up early, and then she doesn’t nap and–“

Don’t get involved, CJ, he tells himself. And then—

“Well yeah, man. Kids need routines. You fucked up her routine and now she’s cranky.”

The man blinks, surprised finally. “I can’t keep babysitters,” he replies, but doesn’t sound defensive about it. Defeated, maybe. “She bites, you know?”

There’s not a single trace of a smile in the same time zone as the man, but CJ knows the guy is laughing at him somehow. “Oh, she bites?” And he gestures with the arm that still has a perfect impression of her tiny toddler teeth in it; it’s not bleeding but it fucking hurts. “I hadn’t fucking noticed.” He makes eye contact with the kid, still glaring at him, and snaps his teeth at her. “Try it again and I’ll bite you back.”

Her face melts from anger to fear to delight, and then immediately to a soft sort of chagrin. “Sorry I bit you,” she mumbles, eyes staring down at the ground.

The problem now is that she’s cute as fuck, and apparently that’s something that gets to him. “No worries, kid,” and he hates that he means it. “Sorry I punched your dad.”

“For the record,” her dad adds in the same soft sort of voice the kid has adopted, “I’m not sorry I hit you.” And just like before, CJ can tell he’s being laughed at in a very soft and serious way. “Wednesday,” he extends his hand. “It’s been… an experience meeting you.”

CJ considers the offer, and also the way this guy laid him out with a single punch. He doesn’t seem like the sort of guy who would be a threat, but he clearly is. “CJ,” and he shakes the hand slowly. Precisely. Trying to get a feel for his character, or whatever, like his dad says you can get from a handshake. “Well,” he smirks a little, “at least I’m memorable.”

Wednesday considers him right back. And then, finally, his face tugs into a tiny, reluctant smile. “Something like that.”

He gets the kid in the car finally; either she’s finally tired enough that she’s too tired to fight, or she’s finally feeling bad for the fact that CJ’s forearm can tell she’s got her first loose tooth. And that should be it because they’ve made just enough peace that the cops don’t need to get involved, and CJ doesn’t ever want to get involved, except—

Except.

He doesn’t know where the words come from, only that they’re out before he even fully understands what’s happening. It’s almost like he doesn’t fully have control, like there’s something here beyond him. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say it was almost like magic. All he knows is that he’s ready to walk away and forget this whole thing, and then. “Well hey man,” he says instead, “if you’re looking for a nanny…”

[major-arcana-series]

Lacey, trying to film a Tiktok: Hey Cat, how often do you think about the Roman Empire?

Cat: Literally never, if I can help it

Wendy, from the living room: Hey Cat, how often do you think about the Achaemenid Empire?

Cat, vibrating: A NORMAL AMOUNT PROBABLY

[odk-2]

Bunny Yeager:  Inside Out

Bunny Yeager Images:Inside and Out

Inside:

Lisette Willoughby c.1960's

Lacey Kelly c.1960's

Out:

Lori Shea Naples, Florida c.1960's

Kathy Kelly c.1960's

[killa-trav]

is there seriously no one from the academy who is a striker whose semi decent?? antony is horrendous

[zepskies]

Devour Me - Part 1

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus-Sized/Latina!Reader 

Summary: When you and Dean start to press each other’s buttons, both of your tempers ignite. To make up for it, you give him an impromptu salsa dancing lesson…one he didn’t exactly ask for. (18+)

AN: This is a two-part sequel to “Midnight Espresso!” I would read that one first before you dive into this one. (It’s fun, I promise!)

Word Count: 3,800 Tags/Warnings: Supernatural shenanigans, tiny bit of body insecurity, hurt/comfort, fluffy fluff, and a cliffhanger...

☕ Midnight Espresso Masterlist

Part 1: "A Takeover"

When Dean asked you to move in with him, he really didn’t think it would come to this.

Clearing a nightstand for you, half of the dresser, a section of his closet. Those things are reasonable. 

But this is a total takeover, he thinks, as he surveys the sheer amount of crap you’ve brought into his room.

Mind you, despite this still being a bunker, the décor is nice. You brought in sturdy, but stylish wicker baskets for his pile of cassettes (and your CDs) next to the TV, filing bins for the haphazard shuffle of papers on his desk, installed dark wood shelves on the wall for his various weapons and your collection of books. 

But he’d had his music organized—not alphabetically or chronologically, but by his own personal rankings of awesomeness. Now they’re all shuffled together by band name. 

Plus, he likes having his shotgun on the floor by the bed, within reach, not three feet above his head. And where the fuck is his collection of…magazines?

The point is, every time he looks for something, you’ve put it in a different place. Not to mention the damn bathroom (don’t get him started on all your shea butter lotions, makeup brushes, frilly-smelling soaps, and the army of hair products now taking up space in his cabinets and drawers). 

Dean is sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to figure out where the hell his cassette of Zeppelin IV is, when you breeze into the room he now shares with you. You’re dewy with sweat in a Guns & Roses shirt and some yoga pants you reserve for cleaning. 

And that’s another thing. You’re more anal than Sam about having the bunker smelling like Pine Sol. However, as you’ve expressed before (after nagging him to pick up his dirty, and occasionally bloody clothes from the floor), while you like a clean house, you are not in fact the maid.

“Hey, baby. Can you fold these for me?” you request. “I need a shower.”

He raises a brow as you dump a new basket of fresh laundry onto the bed. It looks like you washed your clothes mixed in with his, which he actually doesn’t mind. He fishes out one of your red, lacey thongs with a hint of a smile. He bought you these last week, and they already have a tear. (His fault.)

“By the way, next time you move one of my things, mind leaving me a post-it note or something?” he dryly remarks. “It’s like a scavenger hunt in my own damn room.” 

You pop your head out of the bathroom, though he can tell by your bare shoulders that you’ve already gotten undressed. Your mouth is quirked at the corner. 

“It’s called organization,” you tease. “Apparently a foreign concept to you.”

You disappear back into the bathroom, giving Dean the privacy he needs to grumble almost inaudibly to himself. But then he hears your voice behind the door.  

“Oh, by the way. Your vintage collection of smut is in the bottom of your nightstand,” you call out. “That 1996 edition of Busty Asian Beauties is particularly classy.”

Dean hears the wryness in your tone, and his face actually heats up in embarrassment. He frowns at the bathroom door, his jaw tensing, but he takes a breath. Deciding to let it go with a roll of his shoulders, he puts on the TV to catch up on Dr. Sexy M.D. He also neglects the task you gave him, just for a little while.

When you’re still in the bathroom an hour later, Dean starts to get curious about what the hell you’re doing in there. The shower isn’t even running anymore.

That’s when he hears the hairdryer go on. 

He knows he’ll never be able to concentrate on his show with all that noise. So with a sigh, he clicks off the TV and eyes the pile of laundry. You probably cleaned the whole freaking bunker this morning. Despite his annoyance, he figures folding your clothes along with his own is the least he can do. 

Dean scoops up the pile back into the basket and takes it elsewhere. 

He finds his brother at the kitchen table and joins him with his basket. Sam’s gaze raises from his laptop to meet his brother’s grumpy face. He watches in mild curiosity as Dean plops down across from him and dutifully begins folding one of your shirts. 

“You okay?” Sam hazards the question. 

“Fucking peachy,” Dean replies. “Looking for a new case?”

“Yeah. Nothing yet.” Though Sam raises a brow when Dean all but tosses one of your girly sundresses on the table after it’s folded. (It’s yellow, and it happens to be his favorite on you.)

“Everything all right?” Sam asks. 

Dean glances up, finds his brother’s knowing eyes, and doesn’t have it in him to lie. He lets go of a breath, as well as one of his undershirts to rub at his forehead. 

“She’s nosey, Sam. She’s all up in my business.”

“Your girlfriend?” Sam clarifies, with raised brows. “Of six months.”

“Yeah, that one,” Dean quips, with all due sarcasm. “Ever since she moved in, she’s been going through everything, moving my crap every which way, making it so I can’t find a damn thing.”

Sam’s mouth edges at a smile. 

“I’m tellin’ you, Sam, she’s damn near taken over,” Dean insists. 

“You done?” Sam teases. Dean just leans in, like he’s about to level his brother with a secret. 

“Matter of fact, she locks herself in the bathroom for like, forever. I just heard the hairdryer go on, meaning another hour at least. What the fuck is she doing in there, getting ready for prom?”

Sam finally has to chuckle. “Clearly it’s been a long time since you’ve lived with a woman, Dean.” 

Dean scoffs. “Right.”

“And she’s actually been a big help in cleaning up around here,” Sam says, with a growing smirk. “Which is, quite literally, a refreshing change.”

Dean snorts at that. 

“Of course, you’re happy,” he says. “A new damn dish rack turns you on.”

Sam shoots him a wan look. “The question is, are you happy?”

That manages to take Dean by surprise. He hesitates to answer…

But he’s saved when he hears someone approaching. He knows it’s you because he can smell the mix of your floral soap and coconutty shampoo; it’s a scent that often lingers on your pillow and has unconsciously infiltrated Dean’s nose. 

His reply to Sam dies on his tongue when he sees you.

“Hey,” you greet both men, all bright and smiley with your hair in wild curls down your back. 

A lot of the time you keep your hair straight or loose and wavy, so it’s rare for Dean to see your natural look. It’s a good one for you, he thinks. Along with those jean shorts hugging your curvy hips, and the V-neck top you’re wearing, which offers a nice peek of cleavage. 

Your hand falls on his shoulder, with your thumb stroking his neck. You then brush that hand across his back as you pass by on your way to the kitchen. If possible, you’ve become even more touchy since you two got together.

Dean holds fast to your hand, stopping you in your path. 

“So that’s what you were working on in there,” he remarks. “Thought I was gonna need to break out the fire extinguisher.” 

You grin in amusement and do a little twirl under his hand, shaking out your curls a little.

“You like?” you ask. Dean tugs you back over. He reaches out and fingers at the soft ends of your hair. 

“Beautiful,” he says.

“Looks real nice,” Sam adds.

“Why, thank you.” Your smile is contagious, and Dean can’t help reciprocating. You drop a hand on his shoulder again.

“I know you’re our resident Gordon Ramsay, but I kinda feel like cooking today,” you say. “Is Cas coming home anytime soon?”

Dean nods. “Yeah, he called this morning. Probably dropping back in tonight.”

You nod. “Good! I’ll make plenty then…oh, wait, he doesn’t eat.”

“What did you have in mind?” Sam asks. 

“Well, I know you guys haven’t had much Cuban food, so I thought you might like to try some ropa vieja,” you reply. Sam’s brows knit together. 

“Old clothes?” he translates. His two years of high school Spanish can give him that much.

“Yeah! But it’s basically shredded beef with onions, garlic, tomato sauce, and a bunch of other good stuff,” you explain. Then your eyes brighten. “Oh! And I can make my grandma’s famous black beans, white rice, some bread with crushed garlic and olive oil…”

By the time you finish listing the things you plan on making, Dean is already salivating. 

Later that evening, when Dean actually gets to sample said food, he’s eaten enough for three men in the span of forty-five minutes.

“Jesus, man. Going for a record on indigestion?” Sam cautions him, despite his amusement. 

Dean pointedly ignores his brother to look over at you. After he swallows another forkful of beef stew, he says, “Not for nothin’, this is probably the second-best meal of my entire life.”

“Oh, yeah?” You giggle. “What’s number one?”

“Diner called Slammies in Alabama. Best fucking pie on Earth,” he easily recalls. “Double applewood bacon cheeseburger, chili cheese fries, brick oven pizza. Bar none.” 

Sam inclines his head, remembering the food coma he and Dean had that night. They’d hit the rock-hard pillows at the motel and slept like they’d been on an all-night bender. 

“But this is like, right there,” Dean says to you, leveling his hand up by his head. 

“Well, let’s see if this moves the needle,” you reply as you get up from your seat. You answer the question in his eyes. “Forgot something, hold on.”

But before you can leave the table, Dean reaches over and takes your hand. 

“Thanks, sweetheart. For all of this. I mean it,” he says. 

A soft, genuine smile grows across your face. You lean down and press a tender kiss below his hairline, stroking his cheek before you go. 

Dean quirks a smile. It’s taken him time to get used to how open you are with your affections, but he likes it. All of it. Every time you reach for him, touch him, brush against him, intentionally or not. He always has.

Though he has to resist embarrassment when he notices the way his brother is watching him. Sam raises a brow, smiling that irritating smile of his. 

“Oh, yeah. You’re not happy at all,” he intones.

“Never said I wasn’t,” Dean says defensively. But he perks up when you return. Maybe you’re bringing more garlic bread. 

Instead, you’re holding a tin pan.

“What’cha got there?” he asks.

“Dessert,” you announce. It’s a Cuban flan: creamy, rich custard with a consistency smoother than cheesecake, and thicker than pudding.  

You haven’t even sat back down yet when Dean carves himself a generous slice. He moans when a large forkful melts in his mouth. You start to blush as you watch him with crossed arms and a hand over your smile. You don’t know whether to be amused or flattered.

Sam watches his brother stuff his face with a subtle shake of his head.    

“You’re enabling him,” he tells you. You shrug, but then you rest your hands on both Sam and Dean’s shoulders. 

“Now I have someone to cook for,” you say. You have tears in your eyes, but you quickly blink and try to turn away. Frowning, Dean takes your hand. 

“Hey, where you going?” he says, and aims to pull you into his lap. You hesitate, knowing you’re not going to be able to squeeze between him and the table.  

“It’s okay, these hips don’t fit,” you chuckle wryly, with a sniffle. But Dean just backs his chair up from the table a bit to make room. 

“What’re you talking about? You fit right here,” he says firmly, and he tugs you down. This is the one thing Dean has tried his damndest to break you out of—that self-deprecating streak of yours. 

You finally accept being guided into his lap, where you indeed fit snugly across his thighs. His arm comes around the front to hold you close by your hip, while his other hand rests comfortingly on your back.

Looking up into his eyes, you draw enough courage to be honest. 

“I was mostly raised by my grandma,” you begin to explain. Your father wasn’t ready to be one, and so wasn’t in the picture. Your mother died when you were in high school. So when your grandmother also passed away a few years ago… 

Well, you’ve been alone for a while.

You sniff and wipe at your face, but your eyes close as Dean’s lips press above your brow. When you next open your eyes and cautiously look between the brothers, Sam’s sympathy warms you. 

“If it isn’t obvious, you have a home here,” he says. “We can never replace what you’ve lost, but…we’re your family too.”

You know that Dean feels the same way by the way he brushes the tears from your cheek, thumbing at your bottom lip.

"You're right where you need to be," he says, with a hand squeezing your hip. His sincerity is in his even tone, in the firmness in his eyes.

You’re able to smile a bit.

“Ah…I’m interrupting, aren’t I?”

The three of you turn to the kitchen doorway, where Castiel stands awkwardly. He clearly senses emotional tension, but it breaks the moment you turn to him with a tearful laugh. 

“Hey, Cas. Have you ever eaten ‘old clothes?’” you ask. 

His puzzled expression is absolutely priceless.  

When Sam finds a possible hunt in Hope, Indiana, Castiel agrees to go with you all. It’s a small, corn-fed town in the middle of nowhere, and five people have gone missing over the course of a year. 

The latest is a nine-year-old kid named Andy Campbell. That alone upsets you; if you have one weakness, it’s for kids.

“Local farmers have been reporting dead cattle too, drained of blood,” Sam says from the passenger seat in the Impala. “I’m thinking vampires trying to keep a low profile.”

“Sounds about right, if a bit sloppy,” Dean remarks. They are in the Midwest though. If this is a coven, or even a rogue vamp who’s been here a while, maybe they got lazy. “So what, police station first? Get any details they might’ve missed.”

“I want to talk to the kid’s mom,” you say. It earns Dean’s gaze at you in the rearview mirror. “We can get the last time she saw him, where he went missing, anything she might’ve held back from the police.”

He nods and shares a glance with Sam. “I’ll go with her. You and Cas scope out the station.”

The angel has gotten better at pretending to be a Fed, but not by much. Sam agrees, even though Dean sees in his face that he’d rather be taking his brother. Dean tempers a smile and keeps driving to the closest motel in this dusty town. 

You don a sensible pantsuit to match Dean’s Fed suit, along with your badges: Agents Buckingham and Nicks. 

When Andy’s mom, Rachel Campbell, opens the door of her modest home to you and Dean, he lets you take the lead. You’re good at this part, connecting with the victims and getting them to talk. He sometimes worries about you though—that your soft, sympathetic heart will get the best of you. 

“How long has Andy been missing?” you ask, accepting a cup of tea from the woman. 

Rachel is around your age, maybe a few years older. She looks run down, a shell of a human as she looks at the carpet rather than at you or Dean. You can’t know exactly how she feels, but you have a vivid imagination. 

And from the various pictures of her and Andy on the wall, just the two of them, you deduce that she’s a single mother. Just like your mom had been.

“Almost four months,” she admits. “The police station doesn’t even return my calls anymore.”

That upsets you, but you keep a lid on your emotions to focus on the woman in front of you. 

“Andy’s father, he’s not around?” Dean asks. Rachel shakes her head, confirming your suspicions.

“No, we split up shortly after he was born,” she replies, her tone tired and resigned. “I was at work. I uh, I work at a doctor’s office. Andy was supposed to come home on the bus, like any other day…but he never did.”

She sucks in a shaky breath as the beginnings of tears make her eyes red and glassy. 

“His school couldn’t tell me why he wasn’t on the bus. But one of his friends said he was late getting out of class, so he must’ve tried to walk home. Even though he knew he could call me when that happens…anyway, somebody must’ve grabbed him.”

Rachel looks away as a tear streams down her cheek, followed by another. You feel your throat tighten with a sympathetic burn behind your eyes, but you keep it at bay long enough to set down your tea. You reach out and lay a hand on the woman’s hand. She meets your steady gaze. 

“I promise, we’ll find your son,” you tell her.

“What?” you ask Dean as the two of you leave the small house, walking back to the Impala in the driveway. You just know there’s something up with him by the stoic look on his face. It isn’t so stoic to you. 

He waits until the two of you are in the car before he levels you with a raised brow. 

“Look, I know you want to find this kid. I do too,” he says. “But watch out about making promises you can’t keep.”

You frown back at him. “What’s better, letting that poor woman have no hope at all?”

In his mind, Dean thinks it’s worse to give her false hope. But he sees how stubborn you’re getting, so he doesn’t push it. The fact that you care about people like Rachel is part of what drew him to you in the first place, but there’s a line, he thinks. A point where you can care too much. 

When you two eventually meet up with Sam and Castiel, they’ve been able to confirm from the body of a recent Jane Doe, with a row of lethal bite marks on her wrist, that this is definitely a vamp case. 

After narrowing down where each of the victims were taken, the four of you sketch out a perimeter of where the monsters could likely be hiding. It’s Dean who finds the old barn on the verge of a corn field, about three miles away from the school where Andy was taken. 

You all wait until high noon the next day to scope it out. Looking into the front windows is useless; all evidence points to an empty home.

The back of the barn is another story. Cracking the barn door open reveals a large storage area, where a nest of vampires are sleeping in their beds. Some are coupled off, but you note a few on single beds.

Then, your eyes narrow on the humans sleeping piled together in the corner—three women, a young man, and Andy Campbell on a twin-sized bed of his own.  

Dean carefully closes the barn door, and the four of you regroup back to the Impala.

“It’s a bigger nest than we thought,” Sam says, though he keeps his voice quiet. Dean is already opening the trunk for his favorite machete. 

“First, let’s get those humans out,” he says. You agree with a nod when he hands you a weapon.  

Dean shoots you a wink. “This one’s Brenda.”

“What happened to Lucille?” you ask, taking the knife from him.

“That’s the bat wrapped in barbed wire. Matter of fact, I should break her out.”

Dean reaches into the trunk and pulls out the blood-stained bat. He rubs the handle fondly. 

“Ahh, Dad loved this thing.”

You sidle up next to him and glance over wryly. “You want some alone time with your big stick, there?”

Dean flashes you a smirk, giving you a long once over in your form-fitting shirt and jeans. “Well, you’re certainly welcome to join me, sweetheart.” 

You snort in response, bumping into his side with your hip. Dean teasingly bounces one of your curls in your face. You smile and swat his hand away.

Sam subtly rolls his eyes, despite a small smile as he shares a look with Cas.

“All right. Can we go, please?” Sam says in amusement. Castiel awkwardly straps on a machete to his belt. He doesn’t believe he’ll need it, but Sam and Dean are always prepared. He wants to be as well. 

You’re ready to go, but Dean holds you back by your shoulder. You look up at him curiously.

“Hey, follow our lead on this one, okay?” he asks. 

You sense that he’s hedging at something more specific with that request. 

“What do you mean?”  

“The kid. I know you wanna beeline for him the second we get in there, but hold off,” Dean says. His gaze is serious. “He could be turned.”

He got a good look inside, the same as you. The kid was lying on a bed while the other humans were chained up on the floor. Still, you shoot him an incredulous look. 

“Why would they turn a kid?” you ask. “They have the others.”

“Yeah, and they were chained up. Why not him?” Dean asks, imploring you to think logically. He shares a look with Sam, who silently agrees. You look between the brothers with pursed lips. 

“Maybe they don’t give a fuck, because they’re cocky assholes,” you retort. And you walk past them to head back towards the barn. 

The brothers and the angel share one last look, with Dean letting out a subtle breath before he follows you.

You creep back into the barn, as quiet as possible through the room of snoring vampires. The brothers and Castiel go to the sleepy women in the corner. They look dirty and malnourished, wearing threadbare clothing. Sam feels the pulse of the man prone on the floor, but he’s already dead. 

When one of the girls wakes with a whimper, Dean holds his finger to his lips, warning them all wordlessly to be quiet. He looks over and doesn’t find you next to him. He nearly curses out loud when he sees you heading for Andy’s bed across the room. 

Meanwhile, you touch the little boy’s shoulder and shake him a little. He wakes with a small sound of reluctance, but you shush him gently. 

“Andy?” You grasp his shoulders. He nods, though his blonde brows are furrowed with confusion. 

“Who…who are you?” he asks. He rubs at his sleepy brown eyes. 

“I’m here to help,” you reply in a whisper. “I’m going to get you back to your mom, okay?”

After a moment, he nods and lets you pick him up into your arms. You hazard looking over across the room, and you find Dean’s annoyed gaze. Despite the uncomfortable churning in your belly, you ignore him for now and head for the back door.

You’re only able to take a few steps when you feel a hand wrap tightly in your hair and pull it away from your neck, just for rows of several razor-sharp teeth to sink into your neck.

AN: 😬 ...Sorry. If you don't know me by now, I love a cliffhanger. But how'd you like Dean getting used to sharing his space? (And having someone to occasionally put him on his toes.)

Part 2 will feature a good old fashioned "you should've listened to me" fight, some angst, some making up, some salsa dancing, and a healthy dose of smutty smut.

Next Time:

“I don’t care what that legendary gut tells you,” you sass back. “I’m not a little girl, and you’re not my damn father!”

Dean raises incredulous brows at the way you’re shouting at him. He crosses his arms. 

“What’s this, some kind of Latina temper?” he asks snidely. 

You truly become incensed at that. 

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Celebrate Romance Month with Queer Books!

August is Romance Month, and so we’re back with another rec list, this time featuring our favorite romance books and/or books with prominent romance subplots. This list builds on the one we did last year for Romance Month, which you can view by following this link. These books don’t necessarily fall into the romance genre, but they’re centered around romantic love and have a happy ending. Contributors to this list are: Meera S., Sebastian Marie, Terra P. Waters, Shadaras, Nina Waters, Tris Lawrence, Dei Walker, E. C., Shea Sullivan and two anonymous contributors.

I Want to be a Wall by Honami Shirono

A Lady for a Duke by Alexis Hall

Heaven Will Be Mine from Pillow Fight Games and Worst Girl Games

start;again from Two and a Half Studios

A Strange and Stubborn Endurance by Foz Meadows

How to Find a Princess (Runaway Royals series) by Alyssa Cole

Satisfaction Guaranteed by Karelia Stetz-Waters

Cover Story by Rachel Lacey

Truly, Madly, Deeply by Alexandria Bellefleur

Those Who Wait by Haley Cass

A Marvellous Light (The Last Binding series) by Freya Marske

Limerence by Jiang Zi Bei

If You’ll Have Me by Eunnie

My Summer Of You by Nagisa Furuya

Something Fabulous (Something Fabulous series) by Alexis Hall

Triple Sec by T.J. Alexander

Beating Heart Baby by Lio Min

Never Ever Getting Back Together by Sophie Gonzales

So This Is Ever After by F.T. Lukens

Otherworldly by F.T. Lukens

Consort of Fire & Queen of Dreams (Bound to Fire and Steel series) by Kit Rocha

Blood on the Tide (Crimson Sails, #2) by Katee Robert

The Lady or the Duke? by A.L. Heard

The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern

Witchmark (The Kingston Cycle series) by C.L. Polk

Winter’s Orbit & Ocean’s Echo (Winter’s Orbit series) by Everina Maxwell

The Charm Offensive by Alison Cochrun

Honey Girl by Morgan Rogers

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[elliesslvt]

mornings with him I eren yeager

ꕤ hey! this is my first fanfic, so if you have any critiques don’t be shy! i’ve had this in my notes for a while and decided to edit it and finally post it. i hope you guys like it!

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song: earth by mac miller & future & give you the world by steve lacey

｡⋆｡˚ ʚïɞ ˚｡⋆｡ description/warnings - 1,000+ words. black fem!reader, petnames, day after sex?, mentions of sexual intercourse,  super fluffy, soft eren, eren’s kinda a nerd, college au, sasha’s your bestie, kinda self-inserted

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when you woke up, eren wasn’t lying next to you. you were still sore from yesterday’s events so you made your way slowly to his bathroom to brush your teeth and take a shower. due to you spending a lot of time at his place, he always had your daily self care things in his apartment. you grabbed your dr.bronners peppermint body wash and lathered it into your african net, then went in with your methods body wash. after you dried off, you put on your eos vanilla cashmere lotion and finished it off with shea butter to seal in the moisture. you stole a pair of his boxers and hoodie from his closet, then quickly put your knotless braids into a ponytail.

“baby where are you?,” you called out as you walked out of his room. “im in the kitchen baby”, eren responded. when you turned the corner, eren was standing there with his damp midlength hair hanging freely; he was shirtless, dressed in gray sweatpants, and he looked good. you could tell he was cooking french toast from the aroma in the air.

“why’d you leave while i was sleeping, loser?”, you commented as you reached your arm to flick his forehead. eren gently pushed you and asked, "to make food, food or cuddles, which one is it?"  “hmph” you said as you turned to sit at the island in the kitchen. “you smell good” eren said as he flipped the french toast over in the pan. 

��thank you and i never said thank you for buying all the stuff i use and keeping it at your place for when i stay over”

“that’s what boyfriends are for baby”

“is your back okay?”, you asked. “oh now you’re worried about my back” he said as he laughed softly. last night when eren was fucking you with you with your ankles on his shoulders, you scratched his back a lot. he was hitting your spots and you needed something to cling onto and his back was your victim. in the moment you didn’t care  about how much your acrylics were scratching his back, all you were focused on were the lewd comments he was whispering in your ear as you came around his dick.

 “shut up i’ll look at it after we eat, okay” you commented. “yes captain”, he said.

“you’re so fucking corny”,  you commented laughing.

eren finished preparing the food then placed a plate before you and beside you. his tall figure moved to take a seat beside you next to you on the island. he grabbed you’re face gently by your jaw to kiss you slowly as he pulled away smiling admiring your beauty.

“what was that for” you said as you pulled away from the kiss. “nothing you’re just beautiful baby, let’s eat though” he said as he poured syrup onto his french toast. 

you were so lucky to find a guy like eren. you thought your best friend sasha was joking when she told you he had a huge crush on you. you seen him in your calculus class many times throughout the semester and always thought he was cute but were too scared to approach him. one day as you were pulling out your ipad and notepad from your fjallraven school bag you noticed his tall figure.

“is it okay if i sit here?”

“um yeah it’s fine”, you said as you tried your best to keep your composure.

he smelled of laundry detergent and blue de chanel and it was really hard to focus on what your professor was saying.

you thanked the heavens that you actually put an effort into what you wore to class. your braids were pulled into a high ponytail that accentuated your features. you wore a grandpa sweater you thrifted with mom jeans and your boston birkenstocks with the fluffiest socks. 

when you sneaked a peek at eren, he was concentrating on what the professor was saying, his apple pencil in hand, scribbling on his ipad. his long hair was tied back in a bun, and he wore black frames which rested on his nose bridge. he was cute, and you knew millions of other girls on campus were fawning over him.

as you packed your belongings to leave because class was over, eren tapped your shoulder to get your attention. you looked over at him and asked, “do you need something” in a soft tone.

“uh no, but i think you’re beautiful, and i really want to get to know you. if you don’t mind, i want to take you out on a date whenever you’re free” he said shyly.

you smiled at him, making your chin dimples appear. “i’d love to here’s my number and text me,” you said as you wrote your number on a piece of paper. 

the rest was history; he continuously took you out on dates and made time for you with his busy school schedule. eren was patient with you even when you tried to push him away, which no boy ever did, and that’s why you loved him. 

you were pulled from your thoughts as eren handed you a rinsed fork so you could eat your food.

“this looks good baby” you said smiling down at your food.

“only the best for the best girl” he said smiling down at you.

you used your hand to shove his face away while laughing.

after you guys ate, you both sat on the couch to watch a movie.“you’ve got to stop stealing my clothes, y/n” he said, taking a look at what you were wearing. “it’s not my fault they're comfortable, and you know you love it when i wear your clothes,"  you said, smiling at him.

you found yourself drifting off to sleep on eren's chest as tangled continued to play in the background. spring semester kicked your ass and you were glad it was finally over so you could sleep more, travel with your friends, and hang out with your boyfriend. you knew eren was already sleeping by the way his chest was slowly rising and falling beneath you. you finally decided to shut your eyes and enjoy your nap with your boyfriend.

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[ultraericthered]

Favorite Takes - Marvel/Spider-Man

Where I cite my personal favorite non-source material (so film, TV, and video games only) adaptations of some comic book characters.

Peter Parker/Spider-Man

Insomniac Games (Yuri Lowenthal)

Marvel VS Capcom (Josh Keaton)

Spider-Man 90's Animated Series (Christopher Daniel Barnes)

The Spectacular Spider-Man (Josh Keaton)

Marvel's Spider-Man (Robbie Daymond)

Sony/MCU (Tobey Maguire, Andrew Garfield, and Tom Holland)

NOTE: And the Spider-Men voiced by Paul Soles, Dan Gilvezan, Ted Schwartz, Rino Romano, Neil Patrick Harris, Chris Edgerly, James Arnold Taylor, Mike Vaughn, Mike Kelley, Sam Reigel, Sean Chiplock, Griffin Burns, Jake Johnson, and Hudson Thames are all contenders.

Mary Jane Watson

Insomniac Games (Laura Bailey)

Sam Raimi Trilogy (Kirsten Dunst)

MCU (Zendaya Coleman)

MTV Spider-Man New Animated Series (Lisa Loeb)

The Spectacular Spider-Man (Vanessa Marshall)

Marvel Rising (Tara Strong) and Marvel's Spider-Man (Felicia Day)

NOTE: Other fine MJs are Andrea Taylor in the Ultimate Spider-Man video game, Dana Seltzer in Web of Shadows, Laura Vandervoort in Edge Of Time, Quinn Ljoka in Marvel Avengers Academy, and Zoe Kravitz in Into The Spiderverse. Kari Wahlgren also did a decent Kirsten Dunst in the Spider-Man 3 video game, and Erika Harlacher Stone was spot on casting for her in Spider-Geddon, albeit wasted.

Gwen Stacy

Marvel's Spider-Man (Laura Bailey)

The Spectacular Spider-Man (Lacey Chabert)

Spiderverse Trilogy (Hailee Steinfeld)

Marvel Rising (Dove Cameron)

Mark Webb Duology (Emma Stone)

Sam Raimi Trilogy (Bryce Dallas Howard)

NOTE: Yeah, Laura Bailey is Best MJ AND Best Gwen! And the only other Gwens I think come close to contending with these ones would be the ones voiced by Mary Kay Bergman and Ashley Johnson.

Harry Osborn

Sam Raimi Trilogy (James Franco)

The Spectacular Spider-Man (James Arnold Taylor)

MTV Spider-Man New Animated Series (Ian Ziering)

Marvel's Spider-Man (Max Mittelman)

Insomniac Games (Scott Porter, Graham Philips)

Mark Webb Duology (Dane Dehaan)

NOTE: Shout out to Josh Keaton and Kevin Dorman here too!

J. Jonah Jameson

Sam Raimi Trilogy (JK Simmons)

The Spectacular Spider-Man (Daran Norris)

Spider-Man 90's Animated Series (Ed Asner)

Marvel's Spider-Man (Bob Joles)

Insomniac Games (Darin De Paul)

Edge Of Time (Fred Tatasciore)

NOTE: Paul Kligman, William Woodson, Richard Newman, Dee Bradley Baker, and Chris Edgerly also did some respectable Jonahs.

Flash Thompson

The Spectacular Spider-Man (Josh LeBarr)

Spider-Man 90's Animated Series (Patrick Labyorteaux)

MTV Spider-Man New Animated Series (Devon Edward Sawa)

Marvel's Spider-Man (Ben Diskin)

Mark Webb Duology (Chris Zylka)

MCU (Tony Revolori)

Betty Brant

Sam Raimi Trilogy (Elizabeth Banks)

MCU (Angourie Rice)

The Spectacular Spider-Man (Grey Griffin)

Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes (Grey Griffin)

Spider-Man Cartoon (Peg Dixon)

Liz Allan

The Spectacular Spider-Man (Alanna Ulbach)

MCU (Laura Harrier)

Marvel's Spider-Man (Natalie Lander)

Spider-Man 90s Animated Series (Marla Rubinoff)

George Stacy

The Spectacular Spider-Man (Clancy Brown)

Spiderverse Trilogy (Shea Whigham)

Mark Webb Duology (Dennis Leary)

Sam Raimi Trilogy (James Cromwell)

Marvel Rising (Steven Weber)

May Parker

Sam Raimi Trilogy (Rosemary Harris)

Spiderverse Trilogy (Lily Tomlin)

The Spectacular Spider-Man (Deborah Strang)

Insomniac Games (Nancy Linari)

Marvel's Spider-Man (Nancy Linari)

Mark Webb Duology (Sally Fields) and MCU (Marisa Tomei)

Miles Morales

Spiderverse Trilogy (Shamiek Moore)

Insomniac Games (Nadji Jeter)

Marvel's Spider-Man (Nadji Jeter)

Ultimate Spider-Man (Donald Glover, Ogie Banks)

Marvel Avengers Academy (Brandon James Winckler)

NOTE: I'm not OK with the casting of that last one, though. Why???

Norman Osborn/The Green Goblin

The Spectacular Spider-Man (Alan Rachins, Steve Blum)

Sam Raimi Trilogy + MCU (Willem Dafoe)

Marvel's Spider-Man (Josh Keaton)

Spider-Man 90s Animated Series (Neil Ross)

Insomniac Games (Mark Rolston) and The Black Order (Steve Blum)

LEGO Marvel (Nolan North, Josh Keaton)

NOTE: Steven Weber in Ultimate Spider-Man was a decent Norman but an awful Goblin, while Len Carlson, Dennis Marks, and Sam Vincent all did good Green Goblins but weren't really Normans.

Otto Octavius/Doctor Octopus

Sam Raimi Trilogy + MCU (Alfred Molina)

Insomniac Games and The Black Order (William Salyers)

The Spectacular Spider-Man (Peter Macnicol)

Marvel's Spider-Man (Scott Menville)

Spider-Man 90's Animated Series (Efrem Zimbalist Jr.)

Universal Studios Ride (Rodger Bumpass)

NOTE: Olivia Octavius isn't included here since this is just for Otto. Vernon Chapman, Cam Clarke, Joe Alaskey, Charlie Adler, Tom Kenny, Kyle Hebert, and Dee Bradley Baker were also good Ottos.

Venom

Spider-Man 90's Animated Series (Hank Azaria)

Marvel's Spider-Man (Ben Diskin, Ben Pronsky)

Insomniac Games (Tony Todd)

The Spectacular Spider-Man (Ben Diskin)

Spider-Man PS1 (Daran Norris) and Sony/MCU (Tom Hardy)

Web of Shadows (Keith Szarabajka) and Sam Raimi Trilogy

NOTE: Brian Drummond was also a top tier Venom voice. Shame the Venom/Eddie Brock he was voicing had to be such trash.

Eddie Brock

The Spectacular Spider-Man (Ben Diskin)

Ultimate Spider-Man Game (Daniel Capallero)

Sony/MCU (Tom Hardy)

Sam Raimi Trilogy (Topher Grace)

Spider-Man 90's Animated Series (Hank Azaria)

Spider-Man PS1 (Daran Norris)

NOTE: Ben Pronsky's Eddie was alright too, but he was disposable.

The Lizard

The Spectacular Spider-Man (Dee Bradley Baker)

Spider-Man 90's Animated Series (Joseph Campanella)

MTV Spider-Man New Animated Series (Rob Zombie)

Insomniac Games (Mark Whitten)

Mark Webb Duology + MCU (Rhys Ifans)

The Sandman

The Spectacular Spider-Man (John DiMaggio)

Shattered Dimensions (Dimitri Diatchenko)

Sam Raimi Trilogy + MCU (Thomas Hayden Church)

The Black Order (Richard Epcar)

Spider-Man & His Amazing Friends (Chris Latta)

The Rhino

The Spectacular Spider-Man (Clancy Brown)

Spider-Man 90's Animated Series (Don Stark)

Sam Raimi Trilogy Video Games (John DiMaggio, Steve Blum)

Insomniac Games (Fred Tatasciore)

Web Of Shadows (Fred Tatasciore)

Electro

The Spectacular Spider-Man (Crispin Freeman)

Insomniac Games (Josh Keaton)

Ultimate Spider-Man (Christopher Daniel Barnes)

Mark Webb Duology + MCU (Jamie Foxx)

MTV Spider-Man New Animated Series (Ethan Embry)

The Vulture

The Spectacular Spider-Man (Robert Englund)

Sam Raimi Trilogy Video Games (Dwight Schultz)

MCU (Michael Keaton)

Marvel's Spider-Man (Alastair Duncan)

Insomniac Games (Dwight Schultz)

NOTE: Gillie Fenwick, Paul Soles, Don Messick, Christopher Tabori, Brian George and Steve Blum also deserve acknowledgement here.

Mysterio

Spider-Man Cartoon and Spider-Man 80's Animated Series (Chris Wiggins, Michael Rye and Peter Cullen).

MCU (Jake Gyllenthal)

Shattered Dimensions (David Kaye)

The Spectacular Spider-Man (Xander Berkley)

Spider-Man 90's Animated (Gregg Berger)

NOTE: Also mesmerizing as Mysterio were Daran Norris, Dee Bradley Baker, James Arnold Taylor, Robin Atkins Downes, Greg Baldwin, and Crispin Freeman.

Hobgoblin

Spider-Man 90's Animated Series (Mark Hamill)

Marvel Superhero Adventures (Andrew Francis)

Universal Studios Ride (Patrick Fraley)

The Spectacular Spider-Man (Courtney B. Vance)

Shattered Dimensions (Steve Blum)

NOTE: Marvel's Spider-Man barely counts for this, as it was just Harry and Norman respectively wearing a phony superhero identity.

Scorpion

Sam Raimi Trilogy Video Games (Michael McColl, Dee Bradley Baker)

Insomniac Games (Jason Spisak)

Spider-Man 90's Animated Series (Martin Landau, Richard Moll)

Marvel's Spider-Man (Jason Spisak)

Ultimate Spider-Man (Dante Basco, Eric Bauza)

The Chameleon

Spider-Man 90's Animated Series (N/A)

The Spectacular Spider-Man (Steve Blum)

Spider-Man and His Amazing Friends (Hans Conried)

Mark Webb Duology Video Games (Glenn Steinbaum)

Marvel's Spider-Man (Patton Oswald)

Kraven the Hunter

Shattered Dimensions (Jim Cummings)

Marvel's Spider-Man (Troy Baker)

MTV Spider-Man New Animated (Michael Dorn)

Spider-Man 90's Animated Series and Ultimate Spider-Man (Gregg Berger and Diedrich Bader)

The Spectacular Spider-Man (Eric Vesbit)

Black Cat

Insomniac Games (Erica Lindbeck)

Spider-Man 90's Animated Series (Jennifer Hale)

The Spectacular Spider-Man (Tricia Helfer)

Sam Raimi Trilogy Video Games (Holly Fields)

Mark Webb Duology Video Games (Ali Hillis)

NOTE: Audrey Wasilewski, Katee Sachkhoff, Grey Griffin, Mel Gorsha, and Erika Harlacher Stone were also contenders here.

Michael Morbius

Spider-Man 90's Animated Series (Nick Jameson)

Sony/MCU (Jared Leto)

Ultimate Spider-Man (Ben Diskin)

Sam Raimi Trilogy Games (Sean Donnellan)

Marvel Superhero Squad (Tom Kenny)

Wilson Fisk/The Kingpin

MCU (Vincent D'onofrio)

Sony Daredevil 2003/MTV Spider-Man New Animated Series (Michael Clarke Duncan)

Spider-Man 90's Animated Series (Roscoe Lee Brown)

The Punisher Video Game (David Sobolov)

Raimi Trilogy Video Game (Bob Joles)

Insomniac Games (Travis Willingham) and The Black Order (Tim Blaney)

NOTE: Tom Harvey, Stan Jones, Stephen Stanton, Gregg Berger, Jim Cummings and JB Blanc also gave commendable takes on Fisk that worked for the iterations they were playing. Sorry to say, Spiderverse fans, but Liev Schreiber's Kingpin does nothing for me.

Doctor Doom

Marvel Ultimate Alliance (Clive Revill)

90's Animated Marvel (Neil Ross, Simon Templeman, Tom Kane, Ross Marquand)

Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes (Lex Lang)

Marvel VS Capcom (Paul Dobson)

Disney Marvel Animation and The Black Order (Maurice LeMarche)

The Fantastic Four '94 film (Joseph Culp)

Spider-Man 80's Animated Series (Ralph James)

NOTE: Henry Ramer, Freddy Stebbin, Charlie Adler, Fred Tatasciore, Travis Willingham, and Grahama McTavish are also good Dooms.

[andie01writing]

AlphaSmuts H - Heal

One letter per one shot, all smut

Heal – There is more than one way to heal.

Ft: Pete Dunne

            “I thought you were going to help me train, not play pattycake with me.  Stop taking it easy on me Dunne,” I pant.

  “Ya can’t handle me being rough on ya,” he sneers.  “Ya were tha one that tried to get out of this.”

  “Try me,” I smirk as we tie up again, ignoring his accusations.  “I’m not that fragile.”

His eyes darken as they meet mine.  “Ya brought this on yerself.”

I roll my eyes, seconds before my back meets the mat.

  “Again,” I state.

            The dull ache as my shoulder slams to the mat for the millionth time in the past hour, each hit harder than the last.  Pete seemingly getting irritated with me demanding more each time.  “Again.”

  “Wha?  What is goin’ on wit ya today,” he pants.

  “Nothing.  Come on.”

  “No.  I’m done.”

  “Can’t keep up, Grump,” I taunt.

  “I’m not gonna beat on ya anymore,” he growls.

  “Why not,” I blurt.  “Isn’t that what you guys do.  Break women?”

  “What are you talkin’ about Faith?”

  “Like you don’t know,” I scoff.  The look of confusion has me rolling my eyes.  “Why don’t you ask your buddy Ridge what is wrong with me.  If you’re done, I’ll find something else to do.”

  “Faith,” he calls as I slip through the ropes and out of the ring.  “Faith!”

I make my way to the locker room without a second glance towards the man in the ring.  Grabbing my bag, I don’t even bother changing before heading out.

            Stepping out of the shower, I glance at the mirror to find light bruising across my shoulders and back.  “Nothing, that I fifth of whiskey can’t heal.,” I mumble to myself.  Pulling an oversized shirt on before making my way into my hotel room.  Pouring a full plastic cup of whiskey, I settle on the bed ignoring the buzzing phone on the table.  After five minutes of constant buzzing, I finally pick up the phone.  Pete the readout states.  Hitting the ignore button I move to place it back when it start buzzing again.  “What Dunne?”

  “Where are you,” the man practically growls.

  “In my hotel room.  Bye.”

The phone is buzzing before it hits the table.

  “Not in the mood, Pete.”

  “Don’t care.  Room numba?”

  “Not going to listen to his friends make excuses for him.”

  “What is the fucking room numba?”

  “You’re not coming to my room, Pete.”

  “I will knock on every door in this hotel until I find ya.”

Chugging the liquor, I sigh, “Fine.  Room fourteen thirty two.”

  “Wha?”

  “You don’t think I’ve been at Shea’s side this long and not invested well?  I was downgrading to stay with Ridge.  You got ten minutes starting now.”  Turning my phone off, I pour myself another drink.  “I’m gonna need this.”

Pounding on the door sounds before I even finish pouring.  “The boy is fast,” I mutter moving to the door.  Checking the peephole I open the door.  “What do you need to say, Dunne?”

He shoves his way through the door, snagging my drink as he passes.

  “Come right in and make yourself at home,” I snort closing the door.

Chugging the drink, he turns to face me.  “Lacey Evans,” he snarls.

I’m taken aback for a second.  “Yeah.  Found out yesterday.”

  “He’s fucking Lacey Evans.”

  “Not new information here,” I smirk, taking a seat on the desk to watch the man pace.

  “He has you.”

  “Had.  Past tense.  As in no longer have.”

  “Does Sheamus know?”

I shrug filling another plastic cup with ice.  “Does it matter?  Shea is a good friend but its always bros before hoes.”

The young man is on top of me before I can blink, his fist around my chin tightly forcing me to stare into his blue eyes, the empty cup slamming down beside me.  “No, it’s not.”

  “Whatever you say, Pete.  Anything else?  Cuz your time is running out quickly.”

  “Believe me,” he sneers.

  “Why?  Does he want you to spy on me,” I snap.  “Make sure I am thoroughly emotionally miserable?  That I know how easy it is to replace me with a younger model?  I better model?”

  “No,” he snarls.

  “Then why?”

  “Because…Cuz…” he swallows thickly.  “Cuz I don’t want to loose ya,” he whispers.

  “I don’t think I heard that right.”

His hand moves from my chin across my cheek, to fist into my hair.  “Yea, ya did.”  His mouth captures mine hungerly, groaning when I drop my own cup to fist his tee.

  “I expected a right hook, honestly,” he mumbles, his forehead pressing to mine.  “Had to do it least once.”

  “I might have but you’re pretty good with your mouth so I’ll let it slide,” I smile.

  “Believe me.”

I stare into his eyes and find nothing but rawness there.  He was baring himself to me for not the first time in our working relationship.  Swallowing the lump in my throat, I nod.  “I do.  I’m a little broken right now so I may not be the best thing to hold onto.”

He shrugs, “We can figure it out.  There’s more than one way to heal.”

  “Oh?”

His second kiss is softer, his grip in my hair loosening, his thumb coming up to stroke along my jawline.

  “Oh,” I breathe when he lets me up for air.

His eyes search mine and I smile pulling him between my knees.

  “Alright Butchy Boy,” I throw out his new ring name.  “Heal me.”

His fingers tighten in my hair tilting my head backwards.  “Don’t call me Butch.”

  “Alright Pete,” I smirk.  “Heal me.”

I’m pulled to the edge of the desk, my legs wrapping automatically around his waist.  His hands playing with the hem of my shirt seemingly unsure.

  “Pete?”

  “I didn’t think I’d make it this far,” he breathes pulling a giggle from me.

  “Let’s start with the bed.  Then wherever you feel like going is good with me,” I smirk, nipping at his bottom lip.

The grip on me is light as he pulls me into his arms, his mouth on the side of my throat as he moves through the suite.  My back hits the mattress and I brace for the weight of the man to cover me.  When it doesn’t come, I glance up at the man.  He stares down at me hungerly, mainly glued to my lower half.  Slowly, he moves to kneel on the bed, his hands sliding up my legs.  “Yer not wearing any…”

I roll my eyes, “I was planning on drinking all night.  You’re lucky I put the shirt on.”

  “Naked would have gotten ya here sooner,” he smirks, his hands circling my hips.

  “Says you.”  My hands pull at the hoodie he’s wearing, tugging it over his head.  He settles on his stomach between my thighs.

  “Ya know better than t’ tease me,” his mouth dropping, nipping a mark onto my hip.

  “Or what?”

Pete spreads my lips open with his fingers, making eye contact he smirks before lowering his mouth millimeters from me.  “I’ll tease ya back.”  I cry out when he fastens his mouth over my clit and gently sucks, unable to keep my hips from bucking up at him.  “Nuh uh,” he grunts pinning my hips down.  “Ya said whatever I want.”  He gets to work lashing at my clit with short, firm licks.

I grip the hair at the back of his head, pulling it free from the bun and Pete grunts as I tug gently trying to wiggle free of him.

  “Fuck Pete,” I groan as I feel the orgasm building.  Suddenly, he is gone.  “What the fuck?”

  “Told ya, I’ll tease ya back,” he smirks.

  “That’s just cruel.”

He lays there smirking up at me.

  “Fine.  I’ll be good.”

His eyes darken.

  “But only if you are.”

He lowers his mouth lapping hungrily at my cunt, sending little shocks through me his stubble rubbed your thighs.

  “Fuck Pete,” I moan.  “Right there, Baby.  Fuck,” I cry out as the orgasm finally overtakes me.  Pete lapping at me through it until I shove his face away.  He sits back, licking his lips watching in awe as my thighs tremble with aftershocks.

  “Hey Pete,” I smile, wiggling out of my shirt.  “What to be inside me?  Or maybe…” I trail a hand up in between my breasts.

He nods, shimmying his shorts down his legs.  His cock standing at attention.

  “Yeah?  Where do you want me Baby?”

Strong hands roll me over onto my belly. A swat landed on my ass has me arching my back.  “Fuck,” he breathes, his hands grope my ass.

  “Like what you see, Baby?”

He grunts wordlessly running his cock through my folds.

  “Whatcha waiting for Pete,” I ask wriggling my hips back against him.  “I’m being a good girl, the teasing should stop.  Please.”

His grip on my hips stopping them, “Yer gonna get every bit of me, Faith,” he growls against my ear.  “Gonna’ fill up this little pussy and make ya fuckin’ scream my name.  Make you forget his name.  Just like in my dreams.”

  “Then do it,” I groan, turning to look at him over my shoulder.

He slowly slides into me and my mouth falls open in pleasure.

  “Fuck,” he groans as he bottoms out.  “Don’t even hafta adjust.”  He pulls out slowly before thrusting forward harshly.

  “Fuck,” I yelp.  “Don’t stop.  Just like that.”

  “Yea?”  He bucks harshly into me again.

  “Fuck yeah, Pete.”  Pulling one hand from my hip and to my breast and he stills deep inside me.  His face pressed between my shoulder blades.

  “Pete.”

  “Too good,” he mutters against my skin.

  “You want me to be a little bratty,” I smirk, rolling my hips back against his.

  “Faith,” he growls, his hand groping my breast as the other attempts to still my hips weakly.

  “I don’t think you want me to stop,” I purr, fucking myself back against him.  “Or you would stop me.  “I think you want me to fuck myself silly on your cock.”

  “Fuck yes.  Take what ya need.”

  “What if I need you, Pete?  All of you.”

His hand falls to intertwine his fingers with mine.  “Ya have it.”

  “Promise?”

His fingers tug at my nipple causing stars to flash before my eyes, his hips starting to move to meet mine.  “Always,” he finally growls, bucking into me harshly finally finding his own rhythm again.

  “Thank you.  Thank you.  Thank you.  Fuck, Pete.  Feels so good.  God damn.  Gonna cum again.  Please.  Please.”  His pace picks up, his fingers rolling my nipples exquisitely.  “Pete.  Pete,” I scream as my second orgasm slams into me.  Pete fucks me through it before stilling.

  “Ya ok?”

I nod, trying to find the strength to press back against him as his cock sits deeply inside of me.

  “On yer back,” he mumbles pulling out completely.  “I still have a promise to fill yer pussy.”

I moan at the implications, a smile on my face as I look up at the man.  “Hope you don’t need much of me.  I don’t know how much strength I have left.”

  “Yer already perfect as is,” he smirks, wrapping my thighs over his hips.  “Just continue to take my cock like a good girl.”  He buries his face between my cleavage as he slides back into me.  My fingers sliding into his hair.  I arch against him as his mouth teases one nipple then the other.

  “Fuck Pete,” I yelp as his teeth scrape over the sensitive flesh.

  “Good?”

  “Don’t fucking stop,” I whine, pulling his face back to my chest.

  “Not gonna.”  His hips moving slowly.  “Neva gonna.”

  “God, you feel so good,” I groan.  “Even after two orgasm, I want more of you.  More.”

His mouth moves up to my ear, his hands pinning my wrist above my head.  “Ya got it.  If I can have ya…forever.”

I nod, my mouth unable to form words suddenly.

His mouth devours mine, as he rolls his hips into me.

  “Pete,” I groan, as he tosses his head back.  “You gonna come for me, Baby.”

  “Not yet,” he growls.

  “But you promised.  I need you to fill me up.  Please, Baby.  Please.  Pete.”

Wiggling one hand free I tangle it in his hair pulling him down.  “Please Pete.  Please.”

His mouth covers mine again, moaning into me as he release finally comes.  His fingers wrapping tightly between mine above my head.

  “How long?” I ask as he lays catching his breath beside me.

  “Before Ridge.”

  “Pity.  I missed out on months of that.”

  “Make up for lost time?”

  “Tomorrow night,” I agree.

[unitedbydevils]

Match Review: Tottenham Hotspur U18s 4-3 Manchester United U18s

A surprising defeat in the U18 PL Cup group stage for United, but not cause for concern...

What a weird game this was.

United were even with Spurs, both sides looking sharp, competitive, and eager to win. And yet, Ellis Lehane scored in the 5th minute, and Luca Williams-Barnett in the 19th and 26th minutes respectively. United just couldn't find the net and Tottenham couldn't stop scoring.

The second half saw Williams-Barnett complete his hat-trick in the 52nd minute with a calm finish, but it was poor defending to not mark the striker that had United looking on the wrong end of a big, big defeat with almost half the game remaining.

United held firm though, and things completely flipped with the introduction of substitute winger Shea Lacey.

A cut-in from the right in the 77th minute, onto his favoured left, and bang - bottom right corner. 4-1.

Strong high pressing from United won the ball back outside the box and allowed Biancheri to put Lacey through into the box. A quick shimmy, back onto his right, and his shot was tamely saved but dropped and rolled over the line. 4-2.

A foul by Reiss Elliot-Parris in the 85th minute on Gabi Biancheri earned United a penalty, which the young Welsh forward nestled nicely into the upper left of the Spurs net. 4-3.

Unfortunately, the comeback didn't go beyond this. United and Spurs both had late chances - one particularly unlucky one falling to Victor Musa and getting stuck in his feet. Still, a great show of resilience and effort and pride from United's youth to not give up and quietly accept defeat.

[alecsalamander]

how it started vs. how it’s going: cat and lacey edition

[lucy-sky]

“The plan was to get her to Mexico, get her clean. We both wanted a baby. We got a name in our minds. It was definitely gonna be a baby girl.”

Shea Whigham as Dennis Farell in Splinter (2008), dir. Toby Wilkins

[killa-trav]

is there seriously no one from the academy who is a striker whose semi decent?? antony is horrendous

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[hallmark-movie-fanatics]

New in February - Hallmark Movies Now

Feb 1 

SnowComing (2018) - Hallmark Channel/Winterfest  Starring Trevor Donovan, Lindy Booth, and Ed Marinaro 

A Royal Winter (2017) - Hallmark Channel/Wintrfest  Starring Merritt patterson, Jack Donnelly, and Samantha Bon. 

Anything for Love (2016) - Hallmark Channel/Countdown to Valentine’s Day  Starring Erika Christensen, Paul Greene, Ali Liebert, and Antonio Cupo.  

Love in Store (2020) - Hallmark Channel/Love Ever After  Starring Alexandra Breckenridge, Robert Buckley, and Jackée Harry. 

Love, Take Two (2019) - Hallmark Channel/June Weddings  Starring Heather Hemmens, Cornelius Smith, and Tara Erica Moore. 

Playing Cupid (2021) - Hallmark Channel/Love Ever AFter  Starring Laura Vandervoort and Nicholas Gonzalez. 

Love at First Glance (2017( - Hallmark Channel/Countdown to Valentine’s Day  Starring Amy Smart, Adrian Grenier, Jonathan Bennett, Kelly Thiebaud, Ted King, Eden Riegel, and John Shea. 

All Things Valentine (2016) - Hallmark Channel/Countdown to Valentine’s Day  Starring Sarah Rafferty, Sam Pah=ge, Kimberly Sustad, and Jeremy Guilbaut. 

Once Upon a Winter’s Date/Valentine’s Again (2017) - Hallmark Movies Now/Hallmark Channel/Love Ever After  Starring Nicky Whelan, Greg Vaughan, and Marina Spirits. 

When Calls the Heart (2013) - Hallmark Channel  Starring Maggie Grace, Stephen Amell, Poppy Drayton, Daniel Sharman, Cherie Lunghi, Jean Smart, and Lori Loughlin. 

When Calls the Heart (2014 - ) Seasons 1 thru 8/Hallmark Channel   When Calls the Heart: New Year’s Wish (2015) - Hallmark Channel  When Calls the Heart Christmas (2016) - Hallmark Channel  When Calls the Heart: The Christmas Wishing Tree (2017) - Hallmark Channel  When Calls the Heart: The Greatest Christmas Blessing (2018) - Hallmark Channel  When Calls the Heart: Home for Christmas (2019) - Hallmark Channel  Starring Erin Krakow, Pascale Hutton, Jack Wagner, Kavan Smith, Lori Laughlin,  Daniel Lissing, Martin Cummins, Loretta Walsh, Andrea Brooks, Paul Greene, Eva Boure, Aren Buchholz, Johannah Newmarch, Hrothgar Mathews, Ben Rosenbaum, Kevin McGarry, Chris McNally, Kayla Wallace, Viv Leacock, Natasha Burnett, Mark Humphrey, with guest appearances from Kristina Wagner, Andrew Walker, Jeremy Guilbaut, Marcus Rosner, Niall Matter, Steve Bacic, Josie Bissett, Matthew MacCaull, Teryl Rothery, Cindy Busby, Ali Liebert, Chrstine Chatelain, Brooke Shields, Lilah Fitzgerald, David Lewis, Jocelyn Hudon, Morgan Kohan, and many many more. 

February 6

Don’t Go Breaking My Heart (2021) - Hallmark Channel/Spring Fling  Starring Italia Ricci and Ryan Paevey. 

February 13

Taking a Shot at Love (2021) - Hallmark Channel/New Year New Movies  Starring Alexa PenaVega and Luke Macfarlane. 

All My Heart (2015) - Hallmark Channel/Countdown to Valentine’s Day  Starring Lacey Chabert, Brennan Elliott, Ed Asner, and Greyston Holt. 

February 20

Two for the Win (2021) - Hallmark Channel/New Year New Movies  Starring Charlotte Sullivan and Trevor Donovan.