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Falcon and Winter Soldier Episode 1 and 2 breakdown.

My oh My, Marvel is really giving us some sort of like a reality check in here. They added twists here that our current society are facing to hopefully “probably” teach us about our humanity as an individual.

In Episode 1, the series started out with Sam being on a mission in Tunisian Airspace to save Captain Vassant, who is now help hostage by LAF, there’s no reference to LAF in the comic, but here in MCU – it is describe as a criminal organization who is taking advantage of the commotion of the reverse blip in order to make profit. And here, Batroc makes his appearance once again after his first appearance in Captain America and Winter Soldier. Just a quick fact, Georges Batroc is portrayed by Georges St-Pierre, who not only shares his first name, but St-Pierre is a MMA Champion with a record of 28 matches of 26 wins and 2 losses, *woooot*, no wonder his moves are so fluid.

Moving on, Sam is now in Washington giving his speech as he surrenders Captain America’s shield, in which he believed will be put in the museum in honor and respect for Steve Rogers, but little did her know, there was a conspiracy behind it (which we’ll discuss later). James Rhodes still tried to talk some sense out of him, but Sam’s always reply with “It feels like it belongs to someone else. That someone else is Steve.” But let’s try to pay attention to what Rhodey say’s to him back.

World’s a crazy place right now. People are… Well, nobody’s stable. Allies are now enemies. Alliances are all torn apart. The world’s broken. Everybody is just looking for somebody to fix it.

It makes me think that Rhodey is specifically referring to Wanda when he said nobody is stable, not the people of the world specifically, because when we speak to someone, we know that everyone else are experiencing hardship, but we will always use someone as an example for the conversation, but on this case, they avoided referencing Wanda directly. Also the series takes place “months after the blip”, we don’t have the exact timeline yet, but we do know it takes place after WandaVision (two months earliest) and before Spider-Man Far From Home. So Rhodey receiving a report of Wanda’s actions, and Vision’s revival and Westview rampage is not impossible. The “Allies are now enemies. Alliances are all torn apart.” reference can have double meaning, considering what they did in WandaVision where they made the audience feel there’s more to that statement. But this can be an easter egg to Dr. Strange where they use the same tagged line for the movie prep while the alliances could referring to Avengers itself (though it already is, but they still considered that HQ as their home till Thanos destroyed it), S.H.I.E.L.D (we know this is not the same SHIELD of Nick Fury as he is now in space as hinted in SM:FFH), S.W.O.R.D (with Hayward abusing his authorities), and possibly the Sokovia Accords because of what Wanda and Vision did in Westview. But as I said, because of what Marvel did in WandaVision, in the end , they could probably just dismiss it as some government related stuff.

We now have Barnes who is reliving in his nightmares of the killing. Plate Number 10872 FQ is a reference to Marvel Comics called Introducing the New Captain America and Bucky that was publish in October 1987, where John Walker is now the new Captain America as shown at the end of the episode. Other think I actually like about Bucky’s therapy session was when the doctor asked for his phone, he is using a flip phone, not just any flip phones, looks like a AT&T Cingular Flip 2 (I guess it pays off learning about phones because I used to work for them, ahahaha), and since its year 2023-24 in this timeline, it’s quite fun to see this small detail done so perfectly because AT&T no longer service 2G signals since January 2017 (if I remember it correctly), to give way into 5G services. Anyway, this attention to detail about Bucky using a 4G flip phone is pretty amazing. And how am I guessing this is an AT&T phone? Well, in Infinity War, the phone Steve gave Tony is also another AT&T Flip Phone which I think is a Z223 (a 3G flip phone – not to be confused with Z222 which is a 2G version and both phones look identical). It’s quite funny actually that AT&T, who is the parent company of WarnerMedia (WB who owns DC) is very present here.

Then now we see Sam going back to his family whom he hasn’t visited for quite some time. Here he sees the struggle of his sister, and tried to offer his help. We can probably assume as per his behavior that when they go to the bank, their loan request will be approve because of his affiliations of saving the world and for being the Falcon, but reality check slapped him hard, the guy didn’t even bother listening to their plans and straight out denied their loan application – which was made clear in Episode 2 as to what the problem could actually be.

We now also see Bucky answering the set-up date Yori made for him with the woman name Leah, who works as a waitress at the Japanese Bar/Restaurant called Izzy. As their conversation proceeded, Bucky ran away to find Yori under the pretense of owing him his lunch, when in reality, it was his guilt of killing his son who became witness of his assassination.

Episode 1 ends by introducing the new Captain America, holding the shield Sam surrendered in the museum.

Episode 2 started with John Walker visiting his Alma Mater, Custer’s Grove High School. His full introduction even played Captain America’s theme song only re-arrange to match modern era. During his interview for GMA, he mentions that “I’m not Tony Stark, I’m not Doctor Banner, okay? I don’t have the flashiest gadgets, I don’t have super strength. But what I do have is guts.” Mentioning these lines could probably a way of him to get the sympathy of the people, by saying I’m not Tony Stark is like an indication that he doesn’t have the money, brains (to invent), or Iron Man suit that can make him powerful. By saying he’s not Doctor Banner, who have seven PhD’s and can transform himself into the Hulk, and debatable as the strongest Avenger, he can make almost like an assurance to the people that as an ordinary human, he have the guts to fight to the best of his abilities.

Bucky who is watching the whole interview, have a smirk on his face for disbelief and disappointment that his best friend’s shield is now in the hands of a wanna be. It then cuts to Sam who is also in disbelief that everywhere he go, he is seeing the face an unfamiliar guy wielding the shield that Cap gave him. He got ambushed by Bucky to told him he shouldn’t have surrendered the shield to which Sam replied “No, of course I didn’t know that was gonna happen. You think it didn’t break my heart to see them march him out there and call him the new Captain America?” – which I believe is his wholehearted feeling as he was cheated and betrayed by the government. But let us also pay attention to what Sam said after Bucky told him “This isn’t what Steve want.”

Oh my God. So what do you want me to do? Call America and tell ‘em I change my mind?

It’s easy to assume that the government and him probably had a conversation about becoming the new Captain America, but more than likely he declined, that’s why in Episode 1, Rhodey told him “I see you’re gonna make me ask. Why didn’t you take up the mantle?” Well, it’s probably more complex than his “It feels like it belongs to someone else.” ���but we’ll talk about it in a bit.

I find it really funny about Bucky jumping off the plane feeling nervous, yelling even. I think the purpose of the director and writers are doing this is basically to give Bucky the opportunity or making the audiences feel that, even though he was an emotionless, robotic-like assassin, he can change and by including the rules his therapist gave him, can help him gain his humanity back.  

1.    Can’t do anything illegal.

2.    Nobody gets hurt.

3.    Unspoken (probably to introduce himself not as the Winter Soldier but Bucky Barnes or just simply smile). Dr Raynor only says that “The whole point of making amends is to fulfill rule number three.”

Also I really just wanna guess who those under 10 contact numbers are. We are sure its Dr. Rayner and Sam, I’m guessing it also has Steve’s old number, I wanna guess T’Challa too, so that’s four of them. Hmmmm, can’t really think of anybody else.

By the way, the SMILING thing. Right now, Bucky’s smiling is so unnatural, but even so, if he keeps on doing it, one day, he can smile naturally. And now we can also see him showing another kind of emotion, NERVOUSNESS – when he was about to jump down the plan. I'm pretty sure if he is his former Winter Soldier, he won’t even feel the slightest nervousness jumping off the plane, let alone landing gracefully, in contrast to here where he landed, let’s admit it, quite shamefully, even Torres will surely agree with me here. Then there's also the AGGRAVATION towards the new Captain America because of the shield. And the most important part of his humanity that’s resurfacing is his GUILT or CONSCIENCE, where his nightmare and Yori’s presence speaks very loudly.

While Bucky is stealthily walking, Sam references him as a White Panther, which is basically him being Caucasian and came back from his like rehabilitation in Wakanda, he has become like opposite of T’Challa’s Black Panther. And now Bucky corrects him by saying his new moniker is now White Wolf, a name that T’Challa bestowed on him (if not referred only).

Now for the action part, we get to witness once more Bucky’s Super Soldier ability by seeing how he outruns the second truck and catch up with the first truck, and these are 14-wheeler trucks (they’re scary in real life ahaha). Anyway, the battle began after the suspected hostage turns out to the head of the group, threw Bucky onto the windshield of the second truck, then pulled up by the other two members on top of the truck and John Walker and Lamar Hoskins joining them after.

I’m pretty sure STACKIE fans out there went nuts with a bit of that fan-service they did, when Falcon dive under the first truck on the way to the second truck to save Bucky, but I think the wings got caught on the ground making Sam loose his balance that’s why they went rollin’ on the yellow flower field – which looks like either chrysanthemum or daisy, which is in flower language, Yellow Daisy means a good friend while Yellow Chrysanthemum can mean neglect of love or sorrow. It actually looks more like daisy, it’s just that the leaves kind of looks like chrysanthemum… I could be wrong, but if it is daisy, then putting a yellow daisy here will be could actually mean that a good friendship is about to start and the chrysanthemum could mean their sorrow stemming from Steve and living up to his expectations.

We now have Bucky and Sam being invited by John and Lamar to ride with them on their jeep stating that it’s about 20miles to the airport and they need a ride. After joining them on the jeep, we now can see finally having a proper conversation. But we can see that Sam actually have to asked them twice about what are they doing there, they have successfully avoided the first time by stating that they checked their location thru Red Wing and on the second time, Lemar responded with “Well, they provide the resources and we keep things stable.” Then John followed it with “Yeah, violent revolutionaries aren’t usually good for anyone’s cause.” –which from my understanding, still doesn’t answer Sam’s question, that why Sam sarcastically responded with “Usually said by the people with the resources.” Then now John offered the two to join them, in which Bucky frankly declined, the Lemar tried to rub salt on their wound by saying their asses were getting kicked till they show up, that starts to tick off Bucky, until he mentions he’s called Battlestar, which pissed Bucky off even further. I’m not really sure why he got pissed after hearing that, but I’m guessing (yes, guessing, meaning I'm not sure) that the reason he got pissed was because Lemar have a hero name, pretty much like Bucky being the Winter Soldier/White Wolf and Sam being the Falcon, and of course Steve being the true Captain America, Bucky probably felt insulted that not only America made a new Captain America, they even gave him a side kick with a hero name.

Bucky got off the jeep first then John apologizing to Sam by saying he’s not Steve and is not trying be like him, but trying to be a Captain America in his own way. Sam left the jeep as well after he felt insulted when John wanted Sam and Bucky, who are Steve’s best friend and partners, to be his wingmen. John clearly have no idea of what their relationship really is and calling them Steve’s wingmen rather than Steve’s friend or partner, but he used wingmen, that John interprets as they are just someone that supports Steve, he’s clearly belittling them, that’s why Sam scoffs and responded with “It’s always that last line.”

We now see the Flagsmashers arriving on a place of one their group’s supporters to get some rest. Their leader Karli received a text message saying “You took what’s mine. I’m going to find you and kill you.” –which I think is a message from John Walker. Because in the comics, John became like a super soldier from Powerbroker, and in here, we can probably theorized that the real reason he is in Munich is to get his hand on the serum but Karli stole it from him before he could get his hands on it.

We now have Sam and Bucky on military plane and Bucky telling Sam that they should take the shield back, in which Sam told they can’t do it just like that cause the last time they did (also in Germany), Sharon – Peggy’s niece who was also a CIA, helped Steve and Sam get their weapons back (shield and wings before the airport battle in Civil War), then they went on hiding until Thanos came, and Bucky was taken in by T’Challa to cure him at Wakanda. Sharon was punished for her actions, and she will be making her appearance any time soon since the ED also have her picture included but her name is not yet present since she hasn’t made any appearance yet.

Bucky brought Sam to Baltimore, MD to meet the Black Super Soldier, Isaiah Bradley. As they walk thru the neighborhood on the way to Isaiah’s house , looks like the show have already hinted what’s about to come in the future. The kid upon being introduced called Sam the Black Falcon, instead of just simply the Falcon. Sam played with the kid by asking him “Is it because I’m black and I'm the Falcon?” and the kid confusedly replied with “Well, technically, I mean, yes.” Then Sam playfully responded with “So are you, like, Black kid?” and they started laughing it off. But if you look at it from a different perspective, it is kind of like the premonition, because within their conversation, it can only be done by them, because if a white person actually say that phrase? I’m pretty sure, that laugh in the end will not be present. There’s more to it but I’ll discuss it after.

Sam and Bucky arrived at Isaiah’s house, and Bucky introduced him to Sam by saying “He was a hero. One of the ones that HYDRA feared the most, like Steve.” As their conversation proceeded, Isaiah explained that others like him that were sent in Goyang never came back, so the military sent him to deal with Bucky and he won that battle. But instead of being celebrated as a hero, the military or government decided to brand him and put him in jail for 30 years. I’m not gonna use his comic s counterpart since MCU have their own story retelling. But as I mentioned before, it’s a premonition.

Then Bucky and Sam left the house and Sam feeling a bit frustrated due to disbelief that other than Bucky and Steve, there’s another Super Soldier still alive for decades. Then here comes a bit of reality check in America. A patrolling police catches them having an argument. Soon after, the police asked for Sam’s ID but didn’t asked for Bucky’s but instead asked Bucky if this man is bothering him. Now this is actually quite a very, very good reality check and I applaud the Malcolm Spellman and Kari Skogland for putting this kind of a wakeup call here. These scene or event is very powerful and it mirrors the reality of the black community experiencing the racial profiling from the police brutality in America. We can also see the house behind Sam that says STOP THE VIOLENCE, then on board beside it reads words like, HEAL THE SICK, STOP KILLING, PLANT A SEED, LOVE, TRUST. It was not until Bucky dropped the hint by saying “Do you know who this is?” and one of the police recognizing them as the Avengers and the police stared at Sam for bit and realized its Sam Wilson aka the Falcon and started apologizing by saying he didn’t recognized him since he isn’t wearing his goggles. With the police instead of just letting it go, still tried to look for a loophole, but sadly the loophole is not with Sam, but with Bucky, who missed his therapy session because of going with Sam on Munich then to Baltimore.

We now see Bucky being released thru John Walker’s authority and Dr. Raynor summoning both of them for a therapy session. The scene started out quite funny but later on, it hit hard again. Dr. Raynor asked Bucky why Sam aggravates him.

Bucky: Why did you gave up that shield?

Sam: Why are you making such a big deal out of something that has nothing to do with you?

Bucky: Steve believed in you. He trusted you. He gave you that shield for a reason. That shield, that is… that is everything he stood for. That is his legacy. He gave you that shield, and you threw it away like it was nothing.

Sam: Shut up.

Bucky: … So maybe he was wrong about you. And if he was wrong about you, then he was wrong about me.

Sam: You finished?

Bucky: Yeah.

Sam: All right, good. Maybe this is something you or Steve will never understand. But can you accept that I did what I thought was right?

         We can now also see that before Bucky leaves, it dropped yet another hint of what’s about to happen by asking his doctor, “What was rule number two again?” which is more likely will be broken and even Dr Raynor acknowledges that it will.

         I’ll skip John Walker scene, and now we have Karli loadingthe plane with their Super Soldier serum supply. When a member of Flagsmashers stay behind to delay the Power Broker’s, one of Power Broker’s men who is seen wearing a bullet proof vest was seen talking over the phone saying “They got away.” whom I think he’s reporting to John Walker.

         Now let jump back with Sam and Bucky. Sam asked Bucky what he’s thinking, Bucky responded with “When Isaiah said my people”… Sam understood that when he said “my people” – meaning white people that’s why Sam said “Oh, don’t take it to heart. That’s not what he meant.” To which Bucky corrected him saying “No, he meant HYDRA. HYDRA used to be my people.” And now they are off to see Zemo and now we see Zemo inside his cell.

 Pheewwwwww, that’s a long post… ahahaha, see you on the next one, still working with Snyder Cut but im still considering of I should post it or not, after all, so many groups out there already made a video and article out it…but we’ll see…

OC Playlist Meme - Ni’kasi

I was tagged by @resol-nare this time! Thank you, this meme is super fun! :D so, have the other Pureblood twin this time, because we all know they're my favourites 😄😄

I can't remember who I tagged last time since it's been a while so feel free to ignore if I've tagged you twice or you don't feel like it but: @mercurypilgrim , @sleepswithvillains , @thehighground , and anybody else that wants to, consider this a tag! :D

♦️  Their intro theme: Animal - MISSIO

“Tell me what you want from me...you don’t even know my name...”

♦️  Their own favorite song: Blackheart - Two Steps From Hell

“there are no lyrics to this one (Kas prefers songs without lyrics when she listens to music! ;)) so just have a link :’D”

♦️  Their boss battle theme: Save Rock ‘n’ Roll - Fall Out Boy

“I’ve cried tears you’ll never see. So fuck you, you can go cry me an ocean and leave me be! You are what you love, not who loves you. In a world full of the word “yes” I’m here to scream: “NO! NO!” Wherever I go, trouble seems to follow. I only plugged in to save rock’n’roll.”

♦️  Their love song: (one for each of her main ships, again :3)

For Zephyrverse/Jask: Say Love - James TW

“And there was something in those eyes that she was hiding, she said “I don’t want this to hurt.” Just don’t say love, say love, say love, say love, no. I’ve heard that word misused a thousand times before. I know that we don’t have to dive in, cause we’ve got all of the time in the world to say love, say love, say love, say love, oh.”

For Subterfugeverse/Andronikos: the fall - half•alive

“I jump off and into your arms, but I can’t trust the fall. Take my voice, I’m giving it though I don’t feel safe at all. I can’t trust the fall...it’s like sharing a dream with someone, once you say it out loud it can’t be undone.”

♦️  Their sad times song: So Cold - Breaking Benjamin

“If you find your family, don’t you cry. In this land of make-believe, dead and dry...you’re so cold but you feel alive. Lay your hand on me, one last time: show me how it ends, it’s alright; show me how defenseless you really are...”

♦️  A song that fits their aesthetic: Broken Bones - KALEO

“You got no place to call a home (The devil’s gonna make me a free man), only chains and broken bones (the devil’s gonna set me free), You got no place to call a home (the devil’s gonna make me a free man), so come on lord whatchu waitin’ for (the devil’s gonna set me free)! ”

♦️  A song that reminds them of a better time: High Hopes - Panic! At The Disco

“ Mama said: Fulfill the prophecy. Be something greater, go make a legacy...Stay up on that rise, stay up on that rise and never come down, oh.”

♦️  A song that calms them down: 10,000 Enemies -  Emeli Sandé  

(same as Saarai’s because again, I headcanon this is the song mom used to sing to them when they were babies so it’s the one that sticks with both the twins :)) )

“I hear the  sweetest sound, blowing from the North. It says ‘don’t panic now, what’s  mine is yours...’ I hope 10,000 times you tell me the truth. Cause now  there’s much to do. I trust in you. I shall be free...I shall be free.  We shall be free.”

♦️  A song that gets them hyped up: Wait For It - Leslie Odom Jr.

“Death doesn’t discriminate, between the sinners and the saints. It takes, and it takes, and it takes, and we keep living anyway. We rise and we fall, and we break and we make our mistakes, and if there’s a reason I’m still alive when everyone who loves me has died. Then I’m willing to wait for it.”

I’m assuming this section is meant to mean a song the character would associate with each season? So I hope I’ve interpreted that correctly, I wasn’t really sure what else it was referring to. So that’s what I’m doing LOL

♦️  Spring: Hey Brother - Avicii

(slight alteration because she doesn’t have a brother, only her sister. But spring always has Kas wondering where it is Saarai managed to take Ty and hoping they’re safe and happy. It makes everything she went through to give them that chance worth it.)

“What if I’m far from home? Oh brother Don’t worry I will hear you call. What if I lose it all? Oh sister I will help you out. Oh, if the sky comes falling down, for you, there’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do...”

♦️  Summer: Judith - A Perfect Circle

(Most of her memories of summer are the blistering heat stuck in the slave pens...she might not have actually committed the murder that ultimately ended her up there, but she needed the other Sith to think she had :K)

“It’s not like you killed someone, it’s not like you drove a hateful spear into his side.”

♦️  Autumn: Arsonist’s Lullaby - Hozier

“All you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach...don’t you ever tame your demons, but always keep ‘em on a leash.”

♦️  Winter: Louder Than Thunder - The Devil Wears Prada

“What would it take, for things to be quiet? Quiet like the snow...Are we meant to be empty-handed? I know I could, I could be better!”

♦️  The song that plays while they’re lying on the ground bleeding out in a Walmart: Everybody Wants To Rule The World - Lorde

“There’s a room where the light won’t find you, holding hands as the world comes tumbling down.”

♦️  The song that would play each morning if they’re stuck in a time loop: you should see me in a crown - Billie Eilish

(gotta motivate yourself to keep on going even when tasks get tedious as they’re bound to in a time loop! :P)

“You should see me in a crown, I’m gonna run this nothing town! Watch me make em bow one by, one by, one.”

♦️  The song they’d listen to while robbing a Wendy’s: I Will Not Bow - Breaking Benjamin

“I will not bow, I will not break, I will shut the world away.”

♦️  The song they’d accidentally introduce to people in medieval times if they were a time traveller: Two Steps From Hell - Heart of Courage

(Ni’kasi’s far more serious and she wouldn’t deliberately play an annoying or punny sort of song, so..just something she’d regularly listen to, I guess, if it existed in the SWTOR Verse?)

“No lyrics again, so have a link !”

♦️  The song they’d play in the middle of the night when their neighbors are being too loud: N/A

I couldn't find one for this one for Kas, because to be honest she would be that person that doesn't get passive-aggressive and play music she would legit go over there and bang on their door screaming "SHUT THE FUCK UP I'M TRYING TO SLEEP!!" XD

♦️  The song that plays at their funeral: Dead Hearts - Stars

“Did you touch them, did you hold them, did they follow you to town? They make me feel I’m falling down, they make me feel I’m falling down. Was there one you saw too clearly, did they seem too real to you? They were kids that I once knew, they were kids that I once knew...”

♦️  The song that plays when it’s revealed that they faked their death: Burning Pile - Mother Mother

“All my troubles on the burning pile, all lit up and I start to smile. If I catch fire then I’ll change my aim, throw my troubles at the world again!”

Chapter 4

Pairing: Steve Rogers x [TW/R/2]

Summary: You and Steve go to the Hydra base to rescue your family. 

Description of the twins true forms:

[TW/R/1], in her true form, has pure black skin. Her eyes, lips and hair turn white. Her skin is also dotted with white, somewhat similar to stars.

[TW/R/2], in her true form, has pure white skin. Her eyes, lips and hair turn black. Her skin is also dotted with black, somewhat similar to stars.

Warnings: Some mild angst

A/N: Here’s Chapter 4!! Enjoy!! 

Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

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We then hear a car horn from behind us. Looking, we see a group of soldiers being carried to the medical ward of the camp.

“They look like they’ve been through hell.” Steve says, stating the obvious.

“These men more than most.” I say to him, my face contorting in sadness.

Peggy then explains that Schmidt sent our a force to Azzano, telling him that 200 men went up against him and less than 50 returned; most killed or captured.

“The audience for your performance contained what was left of the 107th.” I tell him.

As soon as those words left my lips, Steve’s face goes from sad to worried.

“The 107th?!?” Steve asks us, his voice laced in fear and worry.

After we both nod yes, he runs into the rain, going to search for answers that could only come from one man.

“Colonel Phillips.”

"Well, if it isn't the star-spangled man with a plan. What's your plan today?" Phillips teases Steve, but he demands to see the casualty list from Azzano. "You don't get to give me orders, son."

"I just need one name, Sergeant James Barnes from the 107th." Steve pleads.

"You ladies and I are gonna have a conversation that ya'll won't enjoy." Phillips states, pointing at the both of us.

"Please tell me if he's alive, sir. B-A-R.."

"I can spell." Phillips cuts him off, then tells him that he does recognize the name due to signing so many condolence letters.

Phillips gives his condolences and Steve's face just falls into sadness. Peggy and I just look to him, but I'm on the verge of tears because [TW/R/1] was one of the letters Phillips signed as well.

Steve then goes to ask about the others, if they planned a rescue mission.

"I've already asked that Steve." I say to him.

"And I'll tell you as I told her, they're thirty miles behind enemy lines, through the most heavily fortified territory in Europe. We'd lose more men then we'd save. But I don't expect you to understand because you're a chorus girl." Phillips says to him, Steve just staring him down as well.

"I think I understand just fine." Steve tells Phillips with a hardened tone.

"Well, then understand it somewhere else." Phillips tells Steve, walking past him. "If I read the posters correctly, you've got someplace to be in thirty minutes."

Steve then looks at the map and somehow, I see the wheals in his head turning. "Yes sir. I do."

With that, he turns to leave. I am not missing this. I will save my sister if it means it will kill me.

I rush to get ready and by the time I'm done, I see Peggy and Steve by an Army vehicle. Steve catches me coming towards them as he loads the vehicle.

"You told me you thought I was meant for more than this. Did you mean that?" Steve asks us both.

"Every word." We say at the same time.

"Then you gotta let me go."

"I'm coming with you!" I tell him as he goes into the vehicle.

"I'm going alone! I don't want anyone else to get in trouble or hurt because of me." Steve argues.

"You're not the only one that has someone you care about over there!" I yell at him, my eyes going black.

Steve just looks at me in shock as I reveal my true form. "I can take care of myself as well."

Steve still looks at me in awe, but is broken by Peggy by saying that she'll help us as well, but has to call a friend.

Hours later, Howard Stark is flying us above Azzano. Peggy is showing Steve where the Hydra camp is while I prepare myself for a fight.

"We should be able to drop you guys right on the doorstep." Stark tells us both as I finish up.

"Just get us both as close as you can." Steve responds back as I sit next to him.

"You know you two are going to be in a lot of trouble when you land." I say to Peggy with a sympathetic smile.

"And you won't?"

"Well, where we're goin, if anybody yells at me, I can just shoot 'em." Steve jokes, making me roll my eyes.

"They will undoubtedly shoot back." I say sarcastically.

"Well, lets hope it's good for something." Steve says as he taps his shield prop.

Stark then speaks up about stopping at Lucerne for some fondue, which makes things now awkward.

"Stark is the best civilian pilot I've ever see. He's mad enough to brave this expedition, we're lucky to have him." Peggy says, trying to change the subject.

"So do you..." Steve asks, pointing to her and Stark. "Fondue?"

At that, I just spurt out and laugh.

"What?" Steve asks, embarrassed.

"You have so much to to learn." I tell him.

When Peggy gives Steve a transponder and him asking if it works, we are then attacked by aerial fire, making Stark take countermeasures.

Steve and I both get up, Steve opening the door-hatch of the plane.

"Get back here!! We're taking you both all the way in!"

"No time Peggy!!" I yell to her.

"As soon as we're clear, you turn this thing around and get the hell outta here!!" Steve orders Peggy.

"You can't give me orders!"

"The hell I can't. I'm a Captain!" Steve says, smiling and he jumps out of the plane.

I roll my eyes, give Peggy a quick hug, telling her that I'll keep him safe.

Then I jump, landing next to Steve on the ground.

"Lets go." I tell him, leading the way.

After jumping onto a cargo truck, Steve and I are seen by two Hydra soldiers.

"Fellas." Steve says before knocking them out and throwing them out the back of the truck.

Inside the factory, Hydra soldiers are leading prisoners into their cells, one pushing and hitting one prisoners hat off his head. The prisoner goes to place it back atop his head and chests up to the soldier.

"Ya'know, Fritz. One of these days I'm gonna have a stick of my own." The man says to the soldier, but he's just amused by it as he closes the cell.

"Calm down Dugan. I don't wanna see you get thrown in isolation." One says to the one called Dugan.

"I know [L/N], but he's just askin' for it." Dugan tells them.

"They'll get whats coming to them. Just wait."

"You say that every night." An African man point out.

"I mean it, you'll see." [L/N] tells him. He just looks away and sighs, clinging onto that last bit of hope.

"The fact is, she's clinging on as well. [TW/R/1] is just praying that she'll see [TW/R/2] again.

As Steve and I reach the facility, Steve knocks a Hydra soldier, who was checking the truck, backwards. This allows us to be able to sneak through the courtyard and towards the main building. We hid behind tanks so we don't get spotted, running towards a building, hopping on one of the tanks and on the building. We then head towards the main facility.

Once inside, Steve was about to knock out a guard, allowing us to sneak onto the main floor where they make weapons and have them stored.

We both go by some sort of table where, what looks like power packs are sitting on.

I recognize this power, my true form showing as I go near them. Steve notices my reaction, taking the smallest pack he could carry and stuffs it in his pocket.

We then continue on until we reach what seems to be holding cells.

I knock the guard out, him falling atop one of the cells and the inmates take notice. I get the keys from the guard and toss them to Steve.

"What's a pretty dame like you doin here?" One catcalls as I look at them unamused.

"Saving your sorry buttocks." I tell them.

Steve comes up to me and looks under him.

"Who're you supposed to be?" The African male asks.

"I'm... Captain America." Steve responds, unsure what to say.

"I beg your pardon?" The Englishman asks as we head to the part of the cells that they're being held in.

Steve goes to unlock the cells, asking if they're are anybody else.

"I'm looking for a Sergeant James Barnes." Steve asks.

"And I'm looking for Lieutenant [TW/R/1] [L/N]." I plead to them.

But before they could say anything, I hear my name being called out. I look towards the voice, seeing someone trying to push through the crowd of soldiers.

"[TW/R/2]? [TW/R/2]!!" The voice, revealing itself as a female voice as she breaks through, revealing herself."

Steve and some of the soldiers are astounded, almost thinking that they're seeing double.

"[TW/R/1]!!" I call out, running to hug her, [TW/R/1] catching me in the hug as I cry on her shoulder.

"It's okay, sister. It's okay, I'm okay." She comforts me, petting my hair as I squeeze her body tightly in my arms, fearing that she may disappear if I do.

"Sorry to interrupt this reunion, but are you twins?" Steve asks.

"Yes." We say at the same time, leaving him bewildered.

"I'm Lieutenant [TW/R/1] [L/N]. You are?" [TW/R/1] asks, but is cut off by the Englishman.

"No time for introductions, love." He says as he turns to Steve, breaking his trance. "There's an isolation ward in the factory, but no one's ever come back from it."

"Alright." Steve says as he begins to go. "The treeline is Northwest, eighty yards past the gate. Get out fast and give 'em hell." He then turns to me and [TW/R/1] "I need you to protect them in any way you can. I'll meet you guys in the front of the clearing with anybody else I find."

"Wait." The African male calls out to him. "You know what you're doing?"

"Yea. I've knocked out Adolf Hitler over two hundred times." Steve tells him, making me roll my eyes.

As Steve leaves to find his friend, the others turn to me and my sister. "How are you ladies goin' to protect us?" the man in the mustache asks sarcastically.

[TW/R/1] and I just look at each other and smile, revealing our true forms to the soldiers. "We'll do our best." we say at the same time. We then just start running towards the exit, the others following behind as we bust open the doors and began to attack.

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Crystal #?? - Interview with Jaxkol

“Alright, Interview... whatever number this is. Trixie Spinwhistle with the Gift of Gob --”

“Wait -- wait so how does this work?”

“I ask you questions and you answer ‘em, babe. S’not rocket surgery.”

“Oh. So what is --”

“Don’t hurt yourself, kid, save the brainpower for the answers.”

BASICS

► Name ➔   “Jaxkol Dawnsedge. Previously Shadowriot. Previously-Previously Shadowfel” ► Are you single ➔ “Nope! Some beautiful weirdo had a terrible lapse in judgement that I am not letting them weasel out of.” ► Are you happy ➔   “I actually don’t remember being this happy before. It’s... nice.” ► Are you angry ➔  “Weirdly, I get angry easier than I used to. Only when people are treating others unfairly though.” ► Are your parents still married ➔   “As far as I know. They’re Nobles, ‘divorce’ isn’t a thing they do. I think my mom has a consort though.”

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ “Silvermoon City” ► Hair Color ➔ “White blond naturally, the illusion makes it grey-black.” ► Eye Color ➔ “Green naturally, blue with illusion. Sometimes I wonder what color they’d be if they didn’t glow. I’m kinda jealous of humans and dwarves and stuff, their eyes can be all different colors.” “Focus, kid.” ► Birthday ➔ “May nineteenth.” ► Mood ➔ “Restless, anxious, eager but shy. Lonely, but the temporary type. At odds with myself” ► Gender ➔ “I’m a guy, but I’m also an elf and on the small side, so I get mistaken for a girl like, once an month. Not as much in Stormwind though, but it’s happened. It’s amusing.” ► Summer or winter ➔ “I dunno. Living on the streets, both suck, but it was easier to cool down than it was to warm up when you’re skinny. I have a home now, so I’m curious to see what winters are like. ...and now I’m thinking of Pryn as a snow bunny. Yeah I definitely want to see Winter.” ► Morning or afternoon ➔ “Afternoons. That’s when everyone is starting to wind down and relax. But lately I’ve had to get up super early for Argent training and watching the sun rise over the harbor is just... spiritual or somethin’.”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love ➔ “I keep... trying to tell myself ‘no’, that I’m being stupid but... yes. I absolutely am.” ► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ “So, it kinda works opposite for me. If I fancy someone right off the bat, it’s gonna end bad. If my first thought is like ‘who the fuck do you think you are?’ then we’ll probably be friends forever. Or mortal enemies. Like, Noah and I fought when we first met, but we were friends until.... Anyhow. Jiang and I hit it off immediately, but fucker was married. I hated Vyn when we first met, but... I trust him with my life now, he’s my brother. Totegar I was smitten with from the start and he.. Yeah. Let’s not talk about him. I didn’t know what to make of Pryn at first, I thought she was my exact opposite and that we’d be at odds but she’s my best friend. Oh shit, and Izzy! I was fucking scared shitless of him when we met and now he’s my baby brother!” “Yes or no would’a sufficed, kid.” ► Who ended your last relationship ➔ “Totegar was afraid to come to terms with being gay, so he kinda settled for me. I was safe and harmless and non-threatening. When he figured out that sleeping with another guy wouldn’t bring about the next Cataclysm, he dropped me like a bad habit and went after someone better. Like. The very next morning. ...It’s whatever.” ► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔  “I wanna say ‘no’ but, I mean, maybe? I know I really hurt Jiang’s wife, Yue, when I told her but... I didn’t know so I couldn’t stop it. I might have broken Red’s heart by telling him no. Over and over and over again. And probably a few more times to come...” ► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ “I’m not afraid to throw myself body and (what’s left of my) soul into things, but I’m terrified that I’m going to let people down...” ► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ “Yeah! I used to be really afraid of contact, anytime anyone touched me it was ya know. Never for good stuff. Vyn started making a point to hug and touch me just in a friendly way. And then I get to the Keg and people aren’t afraid to hug me and it’s.. Nice.” “Man, you are a talker...” “Sorry...” “Nah, this is good.” ► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ “I don’t... think so? I’m just amazed I have not-secret admirers.” ► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ “Yeah... a lot. Like... daily. Wait is that not normal?” “...No, kid.”

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ “Love. I mean, I think you need some lust in a relationship, but you need that love first. Otherwise it’s just... meaningless.” ► Cats or Dogs ➔ “So my sister Jaelys used to have a cat, and she loved that damn thing. In Silvermoon, cats are everywhere, right? But this one used to like, ride on her shoulder and sleep in her lap while she studied. She even got it this pretty collar and like... we didn’t have spending money so I don’t know how she got it. Anyhow, my brother I guess didn’t like it as much, cuz when he was rising into the Fel arts, he used the cat for a ritual. I’ve never seen my sister cry, but... I did see something die in her eyes when he brought her the little body...” “...Kid?” “...Hmm? Oh! ...Dogs. I like dogs.” ► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ “I get... really attached to people fast. Like, if I’m going to get close to someone at all, I’m in for everything. So... probably a few best friends. But I’m friends with everyone until they give me a reason not to be! Hey, like a dog I guess!” ► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ “It’s hard to say. I really like going out and getting that energy out, but being alone with someone special, just... watching them do those little, meaningless, private things that make up their secret world... It’s so beautiful I never want to leave it.” ► Day or night ➔ “Day is hot and involves a lot of running. Night.”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ “Growing up it never crossed my mind to disobey. If had to leave the apartment for any reason, I got permission from either Mother, or Father or failing that one of my two eldest siblings. Jaelys and I always had to have escorts. When I was living with Vyn for a while, I’d sneak out if... my brain started eating itself, I guess. He always found me though. So. Yes?” ► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ “Yeah my feet and I don’t always communicate correctly. I’ve tripped over my own shadow.” ► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ “Yes... But it’s this weird, beautiful pain. I like being close to her because when she’s not there, I can’t believe that I have someone so amazing in my life. If I told her that she’s just call me stupid and whack me with her tail though.” ► Wanted to disappear ➔ “...yes... I have disappeared a few times. I can’t... seem to make it stick though. I guess for the best.”

FOUR PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ “I like a smile that takes up the entire face. I mean the kind that makes the eyes bright like the stars. I like it when the mouth and the eyes agree with eachother. Izzy has an amazing smile that just lights up everything. Vyn’s is strong, protective, kinda like Ash’s. Jiira’s has secrets. Pryn’s has light that like... changes colors. Vali’s is hard and cold, but there’s fire beneath it. Drex’s is mischief. Kae is fire, white hot or smouldering embers, rarely anything in between. Aida... Aida is made of chocolate and cheesecake and -- oh shit chocolate cheesecake that’s a great idea.” “What about mine?” “...Sharp. Your smile is a blade and your eyes cut through people...” ► Shorter or Taller ➔ “I got a thing for people bigger than me. Which I guess isn’t hard.” ► Intelligence or Attraction ➔  “Humor. I’m not smart, so everyone is more intelligent than me. And I don’t.. really get attracted to people’s outside the same way other people do I guess. I don’t go ‘DAMN that dude has a nice ass, I must pursue him’ it’s more like... ‘your personality is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, I need to see every angle of it, good or bad’. Fuck, I would probably fall for a blighted murlock if we got along well enough.” ► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ “I’ve done the hookup thing, it doesn’t... it just... makes that void worse. Like drinking saltwater.”

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along ➔ “No.” “...what that’s it? Kid you’ve rambled on ‘cat versus dog’ and that’s all I get?” “I... failed. I’ll pay for it when my luck runs out, but.. No. Three sisters, two brothers, and my parents - no we don’t get along.” ► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ “I really don’t think so, but I’ve been told otherwise. I think everyone goes through their awful shit, just cuz mine is more colorfully explosive, doesn’t mean it’s any more messed up than anyone elses’.” ► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ “Not before the Incident, and after that, I didn’t exactly have a home to run away from. I ran away from Vyn when I was supposed to be staying with him and got overwhelmed, but I don’t think that’s the same thing.” ► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ “Yeah.” “...is that all you’re gonna say on that?” “Yeah.”

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ “What?? No that’s fucked up. We might not get along, but I don’t hate anyone.” ► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ “I mean, some are better or closer than others, but I think everyone is exactly how they need to be.” ► Who is your best friend ➔ “Ah shit, hard question. I don’t have just one ‘best’ friend, they’re all amazing in their own ways. Sera is pretty awesome, I love Izzy. Kae is amazing and strong and I envy her. Pryn knows me probably better than Vyn at this point. Aida is adorable...I can’t... really answer this. Though now I’m curious if I’m anyone’s best friend.” ► Who knows everything about you ➔ “Pryn or Vynlluthein.”

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Lost In Translation

Thank you @kittensartsbooks for tagging me.

So, what this is, is you take an excerpt from your wip and put it though google translate X amount of times until it’s complete nonsense and then you tag the same amount of people as number of languages that you put your wip through. I think I explained that correctly. ��

So, here is the original, untranslated excerpt from my wip ‘Realm of the Demon Empress’: 

Amilia sat alone at the dinning table as servants busied around her preparing for the King and Prince’s arrival for their meal. She had a plate piled high with eggs, bacon, and toast in front of her as she looked over letters from all over the Kingdom and some of the adjacent Provinces about thieves and wild animal reports from people requesting her help.

As she shoved a piece of bacon in her mouth the doors to the dinning room where opened. She didn’t need to look up to see who had just arrived, she could tell by the three sets of high heels clacking against the marble floor exactly who was there.

“Mornin’.” She said through crumbs as she shuffled the handful of letters and grabbed a piece of toast.

“Good morning.” The three replied as they took their respective seats.

“You certainly are up early.” Christopher said to the girl with a smile, “Did you get hungry during the night?”

Amilia shook her head as she hurried to chew the food in her mouth before replying, “Been up since ‘fore dawn. Just got back from an early mornin’ trainin’.”

“One of these days you will need stop with those.” Avery told his sister gently as he motioned for wine to be brought to the table.

“An’ one a these days you outta stop drinkin’ wine this early.” His sister counted as she picked up her glass of milk and downed about half of it, licking her lips as she set the cup down.

“I suppose we both need to change, do we not?” Avery smiled.

Amilia shrugged as she shoveled her scrambled eggs into her mouth.

“So, Amilia.” Christopher said suddenly, “How is planning the tournament with your father and his advisers going?”

Amilia shrugged again, “S’alright. Some of ‘em are adamant that it only be open to men a higher standin’ to come an' compete, but I keep tellin’ ‘em it ain’t gonna count if everyone can’t fight. I wanna give everyone a fair chance, y’know? So, we’ll see what happens later today when they reach their decision.”

“Will you not be there for the meeting?” The blond asked the girl as she finished off her bacon.

Amilia remembering her manners, shook her head and swallowed before replying, “No. Gonna go to the South a the Kingdom, ‘parently there’s been kids goin’ missin’. Some people are thinkin’ it might be a bear or somethin’, others are thinkin’ slavers from Zelbem. I’mma go in a bit an’ see what I make a it. See what I can do at all, you guys don’t mind tellin’ father for me, right?”

Avery shook his head, “I shall let him know for you.”

Amilia smiled at her male counterpart, “Thanks Avery.”

Christopher frowned, “Princess Amilia, forgive me if I overstep a boundary here, but should you not be getting ready for the tournament and, subsequently, your marriage?”

The brunette shot the blond a feral grin, “Why’d I do somethin’ like that when my people need me? Were you actually considerin’ takin’ part in the tournament, Christopher? Seein’ if you finally got what it takes to win my hand?”

Christopher shifted in his seat slightly, but held the woman’s gaze, “I thought by now you might appreciate a true gentleman in your life, your majesty.”

Amilia’s grin widened, “You an’ you gentleman principles, you wouldn’t know what to do with me even if you could get me. I ain’t the girl who you can order onto her back neither. Why not try for an actual ‘lady’?”

Isabella’s face burned red being surrounded by such vulgar language. Amilia just smiled at herself seeing three red faces and downed the rest of her milk. She wiped her mouth with the back of her sleeve and stood from the table, gathering up all her letters and reports as she did.

“I’ll see you tonight, hopefully.” She said and left, hell bent on seeing what was going on with those children.

This is the translated piece. It went through Japanese, Latin, German, Romanian, and Thai before coming back to English. For some reason it turned Amilia’s pronouns into he/him/his, and changed her name to ‘Amir’ and variations of. 

Amilia is the king's captain, sitting in the office when he calls her from all sides to prepare for the meal. There was a bread and a toast, and there was a limit to the flesh, and I saw the towns in the suburbs receive the letters from the kingdom and all the wild animals he wanted to report. What pushed the edge of the bacon by pushing the door open into the dining room. She does not like what she should look for or who can say it. But there are three sentences on the marble floor and hit him with a high heel. "Toast with picking up the letter I grabbed the toast. "Good morning," they answered. Christopher said with a smile. "Of course when I'm hungry at night? Amir shook her head to repeat the mouth-watering plea that night. "If you practice" safe " "Recently, you have to stop walking yourself, man, and move Avery to the table," the sister said softly. "You stop here for the first time to drink wine," a number that took half a cup of milk, dropped in a cup while licking her lips. "Do we think this change should not be there?" Avery's decade. Amir is covered with eggs mixed on the shoulder shrug. "Yes, Amir," Christopher immediately said. "How do you think the tournament is about interrupting his father?" Amir fills up. But if someone leads the fight to tell him what is infinite. He is for everyone and gets a fair amount of money in a fair trial. In this way, when you get advice, it does not seem to happen afterwards. " "Is not it?" The blonde girl meeting asked him when the bacon turbulent ended. Amir remembered his manners before he responded, swallowing his head. I will go south of the kingdom, it depends on my parents, children. Some people think that it would suit the people of Zerubem, a servant of God who has something else. I let go, guess what I would do. I went to see what it was supposed to be and it was not. He told me about my father? ' Avery shook his head, "I know that." Amilia smiles: "Thanks to Avery, it was his. Christopher: "Please, I want you to show your kindness. But what do you do when you cross the same line if you are not prepared for your competition and marriage? " When the Hall of Grief and Wild Laughter were shot. "And if my people have to do something, you think in the Christopher match to join, you have to win the last time to win your hand, what do you want? Christopher of the Throne changed a little. But this woman shook hands in the eyes of the holder. "But now I think you confess your life, which is the king's favor. Amir added, smiling: "You and your people, principle and that they can me, because I do not know what you are doing, then come back to her, so the girl can not be why you do not ask:" Woman "? Isabella's face has a faint reddish hue. To laugh at him as well as the milk flowing to Amirim, he looks around the red body, about three ways. He stood with his mouth and headed to the table, wiping us with the arms of the second report from each letter. "Last night I see you," he said.

I am so sorry for the eye bleeding, but it is kinda funny. I don’t know what went on with the dialogue either, so sorry about that. And the long post.

But now I would like to tag @maxseidel @damnwrites @vellichorwrites @cogwrites @dogwrites and anyone else who would like to do this. It’s actually really fun.

Mistletoe and Eggnog

Prompt: may I request a Finn Balor one shot where Y/N goes to see her cousin Karl during the Christmas Raw event and she bumps into Finn , her long time crush? The feelings after so long come rushing back and the two just finally get together? Maybe some angsty smut between them?

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Mistletoe and Eggnog

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 When I got off my plane in Ohio I did my best to not run over the old lady in front of me as we exited the plane. As soon as we entered the airport properly and we could all fan out of the gate I rushed ahead, easily spotting who I was looking for.

“Karl!” I screeched, running forward.

My cousin, Karl, dropped the sign with my name on it, well my nickname “Baby Brat” on it and opened his arms to me as I launched into him. He laughed as he hugged me to him.

“Hey, Brat,” he said, laughing.

Ignoring the nickname I squeezed him tighter. Being away from your favorite cousin for over a year was the worst. Especially when you were an only child.

We grabbed my bag and went out to the car being driven by Luke who screeched a greeting at me as I climbed into the SUV.

“Hey there, big man,” I said, leaning forward from the back seat into the front and kissing Luke’s cheek.

“What’s up, kid?”

We headed off to the hotel where I checked in and dropped my bags off, my room down the hall from Karl’s, and then back in the car we went to the arena. As I walked backstage I was greeted by several of the superstars I knew. As I pulled out of my hug with Alexa I turned and walked straight into the sturdy build of Finn Balor.

“Well good to see you to, Y/N!” he laughed, catching me as I bounced off of him and smiling at me before he pulled me into a hug.  I laughed and hugged him back, smiling against his shoulder. I saw Karl down the hall making kissy faces at me and I raised one hand to flip him off. My cousin, the jerk that he is, knew I had a crush on his best friend and yet took endless pleasure in teasing me about it.

“How long are ya here for?” Finn asked.

“A couple days, until the 26th.”

“So we get ya for Christmas, huh? How’d you get your parents to allow that?”

I laughed. “They’re on a cruise and didn’t want me to spend the day alone so they figured letting me visit Karl was fair.”

Finn smiled. “So you’re our Christmas present this year,” he said, the smile quirking into a slight smirk.

I smirked back. “You want me as a present?” I teased, feeling a little braver than usual.

Finn smirked. “Maybe, would make for one hell of a Christmas.”

I laughed and turned to go but Finn caught my arm. “You’ll be at the Christmas party then?” he asked.

“Party?”

“Yeah, it’ll be at Dolph’s house. Tonight after the show.”

I smiled, having forgotten that we were in Dolph’s home state and that he had a house here. “Yeah, if Karl and the guys are going I guess I am too. Package deal.”

“Good to know,” Finn said, smiling before he turned to go. I watched him walk away but immediately rolled my eyes as I felt Karl’s arm fall around my shoulder.

“Oh cousin of mine,” Karl said, dragging out his words.

“Yes?”

“You’ve still got it bad for Finn, huh?” he teased.

I shrugged, effectively forcing his arm from my shoulders too. Karl smirked. “You should go for it, Y/N.”

I laughed. “Are you seriously trying to set me and Finn up?”

Karl laughed. “Well, why shouldn’t I? My best friend and my cousin? It’s one way to get him in the family officially.”

“You’re sick, you know that?” I said.

Karl smirked. “Hey, you’ve had a crush on him forever, is it so bad that I approve?”

I sighed and looked at Karl whose smirk had faded to a genuine smile.

“Seriously, he’s a great guy and a big step up from where you’ve been. Just, if he makes a move, give him a fair shot, okay?”

“If he makes a move?” I laughed. “The second Finn makes a move I’ll be in too much shock to reject him.”

Karl laughed. “The pair of you are hopeless.”

--

Later that night I found myself walking into Dolph’s house, Karl and Luke at my side. We’d skyped each man’s wife on the way to the party and, aside from wishing them a Merry Christmas I’d promised to keep them in line. Luke had laughed at the thought of me controlling him but one glare from his wife and he quieted down pretty quick.

I giggled at the memory of the big man’s lack of bluster after that as we parted ways, Karl giving me a kiss on the cheek before he bee lined for the bar.

I tugged on the hem of my dress, regretting my choice for the hundredth time that night but then a low whistle from behind me caught my ear. I turned and forced a smile on my face at the sight of Dolph, dressed in dark jeans and a dark blazer, a red shirt underneath.

“Damn, Y/N, if I’d known this was how you’d come dressed to the party I’d have insisted you get here earlier.”

“Why is that?” I asked.

“Eye candy,” Dolph said, a joke in his tone. He winked and I relaxed. A player in the past he was known to flirt but I knew his words had no true intent from the wink and tone of his voice. He laughed as he saw me visibly relax.

“Damn, why so tense?”

“Oh, it’s nothing I just…”

“Just hoping someone will flirt for real tonight, huh?” Dolph said, smirking.

I shrugged and winked at him. He laughed and leaned in, placing a hand on my arm and his lips close to my ear. “If you’re hoping to at least steal a kiss tonight I have a very strict mistletoe rule in my house. Out back, under the trellis is the only bit of mistletoe around. Everyone knows my rule for tonight, maybe go for a walk with…whoever the lucky guy is, see if you can make it work that way.” He stepped back and winked playfully and I rolled my eyes. Of course Dolph would insist on having at least one sprig of mistletoe somewhere in the party. I, for one, was glad it wasn’t under the entryway.

“I’ll keep it in mind,” I said, laughing. Dolph smiled.

“Hope you have fun, Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

“Thanks Dolph, Merry Christmas to you too.”

As he walked away from me I was surprised to see his space quickly filled by non-other than Finn.

“And what, was Mr. Ziggler so intent on whisperin’ in ya ear?” he said, smiling at me.

“Oh, nothing,” I said, smiling.

“Hmm, nothing?” Finn said, a small smile on his face.

“Nothing important, anyway.”

Finn smiled and then looked me over from head to toe, his bright blue eyes freezing me for a moment.

“Who’d ya get all dressed up for, then?”

“You’re full of questions tonight, Mr. Balor,” I teased.

“And you’re dodging all of ‘em.”

“You want to know who I dressed up for?” I said, smirking at him.

“Yeah.”

“Then I’ll give you five guesses.”

Finn’s smile grew wider. “Game on, then.” I smiled back before walking away, finding my own way to the bar.

Karl smirked at me as I approached and handed me a mixed drink. “What was that all about?”

“Finn asked who I dressed up for. I told him he had five guesses.”

Karl laughed. “Oh this is gonna be good, I gotta tell Luke. We have found our entertainment for tonight.” With that my cousin took off to find his friend and I made my way to the women present. They greeted me enthusiastically and Bailey kept her arm around me as we all talked. When she slipped away to refresh her drink I jumped when a different set of arms came around my waist.

“Is it for Cesaro?” Finn whispered in my ear. I felt my skin heat up at his closeness but I shook my head. I turned my head slightly to look at him.

“That’s one guess down.”

“Don’t I get any hints?” he asked.

I laughed. “Any hint I give would seriously give it away.”

“Yeah? So someone I know well?”

I turned to face him fully and felt a shiver go through me as he kept his arms around me and we stayed close together.

“Yeah, someone you know well.”

“So some lucky bastard gets you to dress up like this? You sure I’m going to approve of this guy? What about Karl?”

I laughed loudly at the irony of the conversation. “Yes, you and Karl approve of him.”

Finn smirked. “That narrows it down.”

I rolled my eyes and spun carefully back to the group of women, pleased as Finn kept his arms around me and rested his head on his shoulder.

I could practically hear the wheels in his head spinning. “And he’s single, yeah? Not going all homewrecker, are ya?”

I laughed. “You know me better than that.”

Finn sighed, his breath tickling my ear. “Dash?”

I shook my head.

Fifteen minutes later.

“Elias.”

I shook my head.

“TJ?”

I shook my head.

Finn sighed and reached around me, taking my hand and tugging me after him as he turned, walking outside to Dolph’s gorgeously lit backyard. My eyes fell to the trellis and the single sprig of mistletoe and I laughed to myself, nerves building up inside of me.

I hadn’t figured out what I would say if he guessed correctly. And if he ran out of guesses, would I have the courage to use Dolph’s rule to my advantage?

Sighing I bit my lower lip as Finn turned to face me. “Okay, so the list of men that are single and Karl approved is very, very short. I mean, the only other guys I know aren’t even here tonight so…” he paused.

“It is a guy, right?” he asked.

I laughed so hard I was doubled over, my hands on my knees. Finn cracked a smile at my reaction but then walked over to me and took my hand in his to get my attention. I let out one last chuckle before straightening up to look at him.

“And the person is here, right?” he asked.

“Yeah, he’s here,” I said.

Finn took a breath and his hand drifted up from mine to my cheek, cupping it gently.

“Given what I know… that only leaves on person,” he said, his voice quiet.

I stared at him. “Then guess.”

“Not here,” Finn whispered.

“Where then?”

“I’d suggest under the mistletoe but if I’m correct that’s not the best location,” he said.

I quirked my head to the side. “What do you mean?”

“Because if I’m correct then what I’m thinking will happen won’t be something fit for Dolph’s back yard.”

I stared at him. “Are you going to guess or not?”

Finn’s hand on my cheek slid back into my hair and he tugged me closer to him. “Me?”

I smiled at him and, finally feeling brave, wrapped my arms around his neck. “I can’t believe you almost missed the obvious choice.”

“Obvious, yeah?” he said, his voice slightly lower now as his eyes flicked down to my lips and back to my eyes.

“Yeah, you said it yourself earlier. I’m your Christmas present.”

Finn’s lips crashed to mine and I whimpered into the kiss as he pulled me closer to him, his arms going around me and holding me to him tightly. I gripped him to me as the kiss deepened and felt a thrill go through me at the groan that came from him.

When the kiss broke Finn pressed his head to mine. “You know, in my family we open presents first thing in the morning,” he whispered, his lips ghosting over mine. “It’s nearly tomorrow already,” he said as his hands slid down over my hips.

“So what are you proposing?” I said, feeling my skin tingle at the thoughts running through my mind.

“We’ve got an entire day of me enjoying my present to make up for. So, I think I need to get you back to the hotel and unwrap my present immediately.”

“Well, please, don’t let me hold up tradition any longer.”

100 Asks.

The lovely @yep-too-gone-already requested all 100, so here you go dear

·         1. What is your middle name? Kym.

·         2. How old are you? 17.

·         3. What is your birthday? 15/01/2000.

·         4. What is your zodiac sign? Capricorn.

·         5. What is your favourite colour? Red.

·         6. What's your lucky number? 15.

·         7. Do you have any pets? Yes, two dogs and two cats.

·         8. Where are you from? Australia.

·         9. How tall are you? 5’9.

·         10. What shoe size are you? I can’t remember and my tag on the shoes have worn off.

·         11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? 1.

·         12. What was your last dream about? Meeting the peeps from Discord.

·         13. What talents do you have? I’m double jointed in my fingers.

·         14. Are you psychic in any way? Nope.

·         15. Favorite song? I’ll Be Good by Jaymes Young.

·         16. Favorite movie? The Aristocats.

·         17. Who would be your ideal partner? Anyone who makes me feel like I’m special, wanted, needed and important, and can also make me laugh even when I don’t want to.

·         18. Do you want children? At this particular age? No. In the future, I’m unsure, it could be a possibility, but only if my partner and I both agree that it’s time. I don’t see myself as a mother, I see myself more as the cool aunt that the kids want to go to so they can get free candy and such.

·         19. Do you want a church wedding? Personally, no. I really don’t. If my partner does, we’d have to compromise in the end.

·         20. Are you religious? I’m not, but per my mum's request when I was younger, I had a Bible Study.

·         21. Have you ever been to the hospital? Yes. When I was born, broken/dislocated bones, family.

·         22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? Nope.

·         23. Have you ever met any celebrities? I’ve met a celebrity’s sister?

·         24. Baths or showers? Both tbh. Baths are for when I’m feeling sickly, and showers are the everyday thing and are also used for when I have headaches.

·         25. What colour socks are you wearing? Black and teal.

·         26. Have you ever been famous? Nope.

·         27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? At times, yes, but no.

·         28. What type of music do you like? Everything. If you looked into my music app, you’d see covers, heavy metal, boybands, Soul, Rock, Disney, and so on, so on.

·         29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? No way.

·         30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 13. But they usually end up being thrown around haphazardly during my sleep.

·         31. What position do you usually sleep in? Head on the pillow, one arm under the pillow, other arm is over my stomach and my legs are crossed at the ankles and curled up into a ‘V’ shape.

·         32. How big is your house? Medium size.

·         33. What do you typically have for breakfast? Nothing.

·         34. Have you ever fired a gun? In games, yes. In real life, no.

·         35. Have you ever tried archery? Nope.

·         36. Favorite clean word? Future. My best friend and I made a little tune for it when we were younger so we could remember how to spell it.

·         37. Favorite swear word? Either ‘Fuck’; because I use it a lottttt, or ‘Bitch’ because it’s a versatile word.

·         38. What's the longest you've ever gone without sleep? A week.

·         39. Do you have any scars? Don’t we all in some ways?

·         40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? Nope, don’t blame anyone, I’m trash.

·         41. Are you a good liar? I would assume so. I don’t have any tells that give me away.

·         42. Are you a good judge of character? Generally. Multiple times, I have had a bad feeling about a friend or their partner or just a stranger, and 9 times out of 10, I’m right.

·         43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? Well, given that I speak 13 languages (currently learning the 14th one), my accent is bound to switch, but I can easily go from sounding normal to being a True Blue Aussie.

·         44. Do you have a strong accent? I personally don’t think so, you’d have to ask the Discord Peeps.

·         45. What is your favourite accent? Spanish. I’ve always loved the Spanish language and yeah, I fell in love with it.

·         46. What is your personality type? I’m not going to answer this one because it’d all be bad things. But I do believe myself to be kind.

·         47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? Probably the pair of boots I own that my dad gave me. If he didn’t give them to me, they were retailing at around $120.

·         48. Can you curl your tongue? Yes.

·         49. Are you an innie or an outie? Innie all the way.

·         50. Left or right-handed? Right-handed.

·         51. Are you scared of spiders? YES.

·         52. Favorite food? Pizza.

·         53. Favorite foreign food? Bruschetta.

·         54. Are you a clean or messy person? Depends on my mood and such, but I generally sit in the middle of the scale.

·         55. Most used phrased? ‘Fuck off’ or more recently, ‘I love you’

·         56. Most used word? Probably ‘Hi’ or some obscene swear word.

·         57. How long does it take for you to get ready? Under 10 minutes.

·         58. Do you have much of an ego? I’ve been told I don’t, so I’m going to say no?

·         59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? Suck ‘em. I only bite them when they get tiny.

·         60. Do you talk to yourself? I do. If I haven’t talked to my friends or the Discord Family, I need a sane conversation per day.

·         61. Do you sing to yourself? Yes, I do.

·         62. Are you a good singer? I’ve been told I am, but I don’t think so.

·         63. Biggest Fear? Spiders, rejection, being a failure, being a disappointment.

·         64. Are you a gossip? Not really.

·         65. Best dramatic movie you've seen? (When this says dramatic, I’m going with over the top fight scenes and such so) Kingsman.

·         66. Do you like long or short hair? On myself? I like long hair because it hides my flaws, but I do enjoy the feeling of free-ness from having short hair.

·         67. Can you name all 50 states of America? Nope.

·         68. Favorite school subject? English and music.

·         69. Extrovert or Introvert? Introvert, which is hard at times because all my friends are extroverts.

·         70. Have you ever been scuba diving? Nope.

·         71. What makes you nervous? The dark, waiting for results.

·         72. Are you scared of the dark? Not as bad as I was when I was younger, but there still comes times where I’d prefer to have some source of light.

·         73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? I do it to my irl friends in a joking manner, so I guess you can say yes?

·         74. Are you ticklish? Yes.

·         75. Have you ever started a rumour? Nope. Got better things to do than to spread false news.

·         76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? Yeah, but not like major. Just stuff for school.

·         77. Have you ever drank underage? Kinda. Only had bits and pieces here and there, so not really.

·         78. Have you ever done drugs? I’ve done a soft drug once, and it was a great experience, but I probably wouldn’t do it again, unless I was in the right situation/with the right person (if that makes sense) I’m one of those, ‘I’ll try anything before I knock it’ type people.

·         79. Who was your first real crush? A guy in year 1 I think. His name was Ruben Canon. He was one of the first guy friends I made and showed me kindness, so.

·         80. How many piercings do you have? I have just my ears pierced, but I want to get my cartilage, my nose and lip pierced.

·         81. Can you roll your Rs? Nopeity nope.

·         82. How fast can you type? “God Speed” if I recall Ana correctly.

·         83. How fast can you run? I don’t know, I don’t check.

·         84. What colour is your hair? At the moment? Red.

·         85. What colour are your eyes? Blue, but if we go by my best friend’s description – “They’re so blue, that I just want to jump into them.” – But if you do frighten me enough/scare me, my eyes briefly turn majorly green.

·         86. What are you allergic to? At the moment, nothing at all.

·         87. Do you keep a journal? When I was younger, I had one of the voice locked ones.

·         88. What do your parents do? My dad is a paint mixer and delivery driver and my mum is a retail worker.

·         89. Do you like your age? Yeah, I guess.

·         90. What makes you angry? People openly being a dick to someone, being offensive when there is no need to, being a dick to family, hurting someone I care about.

·         91. Do you like your own name? Yes and no. I copped so much shit for my first and last name. All because in my school, SJ became synonymous with Shame Job.

·         92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? If I have a child, I’m partial to the name Felix (Not because of Pewds, I’ve always just liked the name) and Natasha.

·         93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? I’d be happy with either one if it happens.

·         94. What are your strengths? I’m always there for others, I cheer people up, I always lend a shoulder to cry on, I’m always trying my best.

·         95. What are your weaknesses? I let things get to me too easily, I always try my best, I push myself past my breaking point and keep going, I run on fumes, I tell my friends to look after themselves when it’s so hard for me to look after myself, I always keep my problems on the backburner, I’m not as important as the others, I always wear a mask of fake happiness around my friends, I fail my parents, I’m not smart, I’m not good at anything.

·         96. How did you get your name? My name is from my mum’s old best friend. I was originally without the ‘H’ but it was pronounced wrong (Mum wanted it pronounced like Sarah is, just without the ‘H’)

·         97. Were your ancestor's royalty? I haven’t looked into my ancestry.

·         98. Do you have any scars? Already asked this question, so.

·         99. The colour of your bedspread? 1st blanket – Multicolored crochet, 2nd blanket – Purple, 3rd blanket – Red and grey, 4th blanket – Red, 5th Blanket – Mink White Tiger Blanket, 6th blanket – Glee blanket, 7th blanket – Red. (I know I have a lot of blankets)

·         100. The colour of your room? White walls. In my old house, my room used to be yellow walls, and then purple walls with pink accents/roof, and then white walls with a red feature wall.

Revenge (Part 1) (Whole thing)

Rating: Mature

Category: F/M

Fandom: Supernatural

Relationship: Reader/Dean Winchester

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Original Female Characters, Original Male Characters 

Warnings: Adult Language

Additional Tags: Hunting, A Form of Vampire Summary: Reader is hunting the vampire that killed her husband and runs into the boys. Of course Dean being Dean, he wants her.

Word Count: 11137

PLEASE READ AUTHOR’S NOTES!! INCLUDES INFORMATION ABOUT READER’S BACKSTORY!!

A/N: Reader is a hunter that is hunting the vampire that killed her husband, Anthony. She finds all the information she can on all the creatures that she thought were myths at the beginning of her hunt. That was 2 years ago. Every time she gets close, the vampire and its pack disappears off the radar. ••• Takes place between the finale of S2 and first episode of S3 •••

Revenge Masterlist here.

Your phone rings as you punch your punching bag. It's your best friend. You pick it up off the bench. "Hello." You greet. "Hello, Y/N. So I found this case. Could be a vamp case?" "Really? Alright, text me the address and information." "Ok. Another thing. I also found out about this hunter who seems legit. His name is Bobby Singer. I gave him a call, told him about your situation and he said he would help you out IF you will let him and not be stubborn." "Ok. Text me his number and I'll give him a call." you sigh. "That is exactly what you said last time. I'm telling you, this guy is the real deal. Trust me on this. Please give him a call." "Ok, I will. I promise. Alright, I gotta go pack. Talk to ya later, Y/F/N." "You better call him. Talk to ya later. Please be safe." "I will." You hang up and go into your room. You get a change of clothes and go into your bathroom to take a shower. About 10 minutes later you emerge from your bathroom, clean and fresh, ready to take on some vampires. You go to your closet, grab your hunting bag that is already packed and ready to go, and walk out the door. As you walk outside, you send a text to your friend to come over before sundown and lock up. You get to your shiny, black 1970 Dodge Charger and put your stuff into the trunk. "Let's go get 'em, baby." you say to your car as you get in. You built your car from just the frame. You start her up, pull out of your driveway, and onto the road. When you get on the highway, you pull out your phone and click on Bobby's number. It rings twice before he picks up. "Hello?" "Hi, is this Bobby Singer?" "The one and only. Is this Y/F/N Y/L/N?" "Yes it is. I am on my way to Sioux Falls now. Should be there in a day and a half, or less." "Alright. You got the address, right?" "Yes I do." "Ok. It's up to you but you can stay at my house if you want while we work this case. There is plenty of room." "Can I let you know when I get there or at least close to it?" "Sure. Fine with me. Gotta go. See you when you get here." "Okay. See ya." You hang up and put your phone away. You are about 16 hours out when your eyes start to droop and your stomach growls. You pull into a Biggerson's, get a burger and 2 cups of coffee, and get back on the road. You drive for 4 more hours until your eyes start to droop again. Alright, I got pretty far. Just 12 more hours. Time to pull over and get some sleep. You pull off the interstate at the next exit and find yourself the closest hotel. You get yourself a room and as soon as you get in your room, you pass out. You wake up 8 hours later, do your morning duties, and check out. You go get in your car, fill up your gas tank, and head out. You drive for 6 more hours until your stomach growls. You pull off the interstate to get food and then get back on. You push the last 6 hours. You decided to just stay at Bobby's house for the time you are in Sioux Falls for the hunt. You pull out your phone and call Bobby. "Hello?" He answers gruffly. "Hi, did I wake you?" "No, I've been up doing research." "Okay, well I am about 10 minutes out. I decided that I wanted to stay at your house while we work the case, if you are still offering." "The offer is still open. Just pull on up to the front and come on in." "Alright. Be right there." You say as you hang up. You go through the city, looking for the street that leads to Bobby's place when you hear a scream. You immediately pull over and turn your car off. You grab your gun from behind your seat and get out of the car. You gently close the door and go to the other side of your car. "AHHHH! Help! Please! Anyone!" A girl screams. You get up and quietly jog closer to where you heard the screams. You stop behind a building and look around the corner. You see a young, blonde girl who is being held by someone in all black clothing with a hood. You think it is just a stranger doing this and that you can save her easily with your gun, but you remember that all of the dead people turning up were young, blonde girls in random places. Shit, this could be a vampire. You curse yourself for not bringing your machete. You think about going back to get it but you know that by time you are back that girl will be dead. You look around for something sharp that you could use as a weapon but you see nothing. You look one more time when you spot it: a gnarled piece of metal. The only problem is that it is pretty close to the possible vamp. Fuck it. You come out from behind your hiding spot and start walking towards the possible vamp and the girl he is holding. "Hey! Bloodsucker! Let her go!" You yell at the vampire. It turns its head towards you and bares its teeth, angry that its dinner was interrupted. Oh yeah, definitely a vampire. It growls and throws the girl at the abandoned house, knocking her out. It runs at you and once it lunges, you jump out of the way. You run and dive for the piece of metal that was your only weapon to kill the vampire. When you roll onto your back, the vampire is directly over you. You grab the metal and swing it at its neck, slicing both of your palms. You successfully aim correctly and slice its head off. "Take that you goddamn bloodsucker. Fuck!" You say as you drop the metal. You get up and look at your hands. There is blood but it isn't too bad. Bobby can, hopefully, fix you up. You walk over to the unconscious girl and kneel down next to her. You check her pulse. She is still alive but her head was bleeding quite a bit. You pull out your phone and dial Bobby. "Where are you?" "Heya, Bobby. Could use some help. I'm on E Benson Street. You'll see my car. It's a 1970 Dodge Charger. I'll explain when you get here. Bring some bandages." "I'm on my way." You hang up and put your phone back in your pocket. In a few minutes you hear a car. You hope it's Bobby and not more vamps looking for their buddy. "Y/N! Where are you?!" Bobby yells. "Over here!" You yell back. Oh thank god! Bobby comes over to where you are. "What the hell happened?!" He asks coming over to you and the girl. "I was driving and I heard a scream. Ah!" You say as Bobby moves your hand to wrap it. "Sorry, it's gotta be done. We'll have to look at it more when we get back to my place. Go on." "Well, I got out of my car and I hid and saw them. I remembered that all the people who were found dead, were young, blonde girls and since she was one, I connected the dots. Well, I made the stupidest idea of leaving my machete in my car and I knew that by time I went and got it, she would be dead. So I looked for a sharp weapon to kill the vamp. I saw that gnarled piece of metal and thought 'fuck it.' I came out and it threw her against the wall. It ran out at me, I moved out of the way, got the metal. When I sliced its head off, it slit my hands. And that's basically it." "Well then. Welcome to Sioux Falls." Bobby says, finishing your bandages, moving to bandage the girls' head. You chuckle then wince as you move your hand. "What are we going to do with her?" You ask. "Can you drive?" Bobby asks. "Yeah." "Ok, the plan is that you are going to take her to the hospital. Tell them that she was attacked and you saved her but the guy got away. Get yourself patched up as well. I'll take care of the vamp. C'mon, I'll get her in your car." "Good plan. Let's go." You say as you stand up. Bobby gets the girl and follows you to your car. You open the door and Bobby puts her in. You go over to your side and get in. You are about to drive away when Bobby looks through your passenger window. "Nice job, Rookie." He says. "I'm not a rookie. I've been hunting for 2 years now." "Compared to how long I have been hunting, you are definitely a rookie." He tells you with a small smile. "Thanks, Bobby. See you at your place." "See ya." He says and you drive away. You are halfway to the hospital when the girl starts to stir. She wakes up and jerks her head up quickly. "Ow! AHH!" She screams. "Hey, hey. It's okay. You're safe. Lay your head back. You most likely have a pretty bad concussion. What's your name?" "Emily. Who are you? What was that thing that attacked me?" "Hi, Emily. I'm Y/N. I'm the one that saved you. Look, this is going to be hard to understand but the monsters you think that aren't real, are real. That was a vampire." "WHAT?! A vampire?! No, there is no way! Vampires aren't real! Neither are monsters!" "Yes they are. I know because 2 years ago, a vampire broke into my house and killed my husband. It was hard for me to believe too. But they ARE real. Look, we are almost to the hospital so I need to tell you what to say. You need to say that you were attacked by this random guy and that I saved you. You CANNOT mention the vampire, okay? They won't believe you, especially with your concussion. Don't mention the vampire to anyone, okay?" "Why can't I tell them the truth?" "They won't believe you. Then once you keep saying it after the concussion wears off, they will think something is wrong and will try to fix you. I wish you could, but I am telling you to lie and to keep this a secret for your own good." "Okay, so it was a random guy that attacked me, I didn't get a good look at him, and keep it a secret, right?" "Yup. I am so sorry this happened to you, Emily." "It's okay, you saved me. So, when you yelled 'Bloodsucker,' you were serious about him being a bloodsucker?" "Yeah. I was serious about that." You laugh. "Thank you so much for saving me." "No problem. It's kinda what I do now." "I'm sorry for your loss." "Thank you." "Can I ask a couple questions?" "There's one. Just kidding. Go ahead." "One, why didn't you just shoot the vampire?" "Bullets don't kill vampires. You have to cut their heads off." "Oh. Okay. Two, how do I protect myself?" "Well you can't really with vampires. If this is the pack that I know of, they should be gone soon. Wish I could tell you that there was a way to protect yourself." "Ok," Emily says before she gasps, "Oh my god! My family must be so worried about me!" Emily pulls out her phone, only to find it is crushed from when she was thrown against the wall. "My phone." "Here, use mine," you say wincing, pulling your phone out of your pocket and handing it to her. She gasps at the sight of your hands. "What happened?!" "The gnarled piece of metal I used against the vampire was really gnarled." "Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left my house and been out. This wouldn't've happened if I had stayed home. You wouldn't be hurt if I would have stayed," she says about to cry, hitting her leg at the end of each sentence. "Hey, stop that," You say. grabbing her hand, halting her intention of harming herself further, "Don't ever do that again. This is not your fault. Don't blame yourself for my injuries. Okay?" "Okay." Emily answers. She picks up your phone and dials her mother's number. She explains that she was attacked and that a girl, named Y/N, saved her and that they were on their way to the hospital. She hangs up and puts your phone in the center console so that you don't have to put it back in your pocket. "They are going to meet us there. My parents want to meet you, to thank you for saving me." Emily tells you. "Alright. I'll be there getting sewn up anyway." "I have another question. Did you wrap your hands and my head yourself?" "No. A new friend of mine, the one I was going to meet when I heard you screaming, did that. I called him and he patched us up. He's taking care of the vamp's body as we speak." "Ok. Tell him I said thank you, please." "Sure thing, kiddo." "I'm 16. Not a kid." "You are younger than 18. For me, that makes you qualify as a kid. How about this, you're a kidult?" "Okay, I'm a kidult." Emily laughs and agrees. You arrive at the hospital, go into the ER, and you walk up to the receptionist and put your hands on the desk. "Excuse me?" You say to the nurse. She looks up and jerks back as she sees you and Emily. "Oh my goodness! What happened to you two?! Come on, I will take you both to a room." The nurse says. "I was out walking when I was attacked by this random guy. He had a knife to my throat and I screamed. Y/N was driving by when she heard me scream. She parked on the side of the road and came over to see what was going on. She started walking towards him and he hit me in the head to knock me out. She fought him but got her hands sliced by his knife. He ended up getting away though. I didn't get a good look at his face." Emily explained. "Me neither." "Oh my. So your name is Y/N," the nurse says pointing at you, "and your name is?" "Emily. I'm 16. I called my family on the way here. They are on their way." Emily answers. "Alright. Here we are. Let me go get a doctor to patch you up better. Your injuries are just your hands?" The nurse asks you. "Yes." You answer. "Do you have any other injuries besides your head, Emily?" "Um... I don't think so. My right shoulder hurts a bit though." Emily answers. "Ok be right back." The nurse says and leaves. "Good job with the explanation. Do the same thing with the cops." You tell Emily. "The cops?!" Emily asks. "Yeah, of course. You were attacked by a random person. Don't worry. They won't bother you much after you tell them you didn't get a good luck at the guy." You assure. "Okay." The nurse comes back with a doctor pretty quickly. The doctor is halfway done patching Emily up when Emily's parents come in. They immediately go over to Emily and hold her hands. "You must be Y/N, the one that saved Emily?" Emily's mother asks you. "That would be me," You answer. She gets up, comes over to you, and hugs you. "Thank you so much! Thank you for saving my baby." She tells you, tearing up. "You are welcome. I'm glad I was able to." You answer, smiling. Emily's mother gasps when she sees your hands, "Oh my goodness! Your hands. You saved her while being hurt in the process? How can we repay you?" "It's not a problem. You don't need to repay me." You tell her as you sit down to let the doctor look at your hands. "No really, how can we make this up to you?" Emily's father asks you. "It's okay. Knowing I saved her and a family from grieving is enough." You say, wincing as the doctor stitches your hands up. "How about this, we pay your medical bill for right now? At least let us do that for you." Emily's mother asks you. "Alright. You can do that for me. Thank you." You agree. "It is no problem. You sure we can't do anything else for you?" Emily's father asks you. "It's fine. I'm sure." You assure them. A nurse comes to get them and they leave. About 5 minutes later, the doctor is done stitching you up. You have 4 stitches in your right hand and 3 in your left. The doctor tells you how to dress and redress your wounds and to be back in about 2 weeks. You get up and go to the front desk and get your prescription for the antibiotics you have to take. You go out the door and enter the ER and see Emily, her parents, and Emily's younger sister. They get up and walk you outside to your car. "Thank you again, for saving her." Her parents say. "Thank you for saving my big sister." Emily's little sister says. "You are very welcome." You say to them. Emily walks up to you and hugs you. "Thank you for saving me from that vampire. I'll keep this a secret, I promise." Emily whispers into your ear. "You better." You say pulling away. They start walking away. Emily turns around and waves. "See ya." She says. "See ya, kidult." You say smiling. She laughs and gets into her car. You get into your car and drive to Bobby's. You try opening the door but it hurts your hands. You then kick the door with your foot. "Why are you kicking my door?" Bobby asks you from behind you. You yelp and turn around, "I thought you were inside and I can't open the door." Bobby steps in front of you and opens the door for you, "I'm not gonna wipe your ass for you." You step inside, laughing, "Hahaha, very funny. Where am I sleeping?" "C'mon." Bobby says leading you upstairs and into your room. "I thought you were getting rid of the vamp body?" You ask. "I did." "Here?!" "Yeah. Do you know how many non-human bodies are here?" "I'm gonna go with, a lot." "Bingo. Alright, get some sleep. Night." Bobby says, leaving. "Night." You say back as you lay down. You pull the blanket over you and you're asleep before your head hits the pillow. ~~~~

You wake up in pain because of your hands. "Damn you, vampire." You say to yourself as you sit up. Damn it, I have to go get my luggage, you think. You get up to go get your luggage out of your car when you see your stuff at the foot of the bed. Hm, Bobby must have brought it in. You change into new clothes and go downstairs. "Mornin', rookie." Bobby says. You sigh, "I'm not a rookie. Good morning to you as well. Thanks for bringing my stuff in." "No problem. It's not like you could've done it with your hands." "I would've found a way to manage. By the way, Emily told me to tell you thanks for patching her up." "Sure you would've. She with her family again?" Bobby asks. "Yeah, she's as safe as she could be in this world." You answer. "Good. There's cereal in the kitchen." "Ok." You walk into the kitchen and make your cereal without too many difficulties. You take your cereal to the table and eat it. After you are done, you wash it and put it away. "What's the plan for today?" You ask as you go in the living room and sit down on the couch. "For me, going to the police station to find out what they know. For you, resting here." Bobby explains. "What?! No! I am NOT staying here while you go out and fight the bloodsuckers. No if's, and's, or but's about it. I'm coming with you." You argue. "Y/N, your hands-" "Will be fine! I can at least listen for the time being." You interrupt. Bobby sighs, "Fine. Do you have a pantsuit?" "What? Why?" You ask, confused. "We are going undercover as FBI agents. Speaking of which, I need your ID so I can make you a fake FBI badge," Bobby explains as you look at him like he's crazy. "What? How did you used to do it?" "I had one of my friends hack into whatever database I needed information from. I also know people that are everywhere that most likely owe me for something and will get me what I want. Also, I broke in." "Well, they don't always use computers so we have to talk to them in person." "True. I do have a pantsuit with me luckily even if I have no idea why I brought it." "Alright, give me your ID so I can make you a fake badge." Bobby tells you. You hand him your ID and go upstairs to change again. You change into your pantsuit, put your hair into a braid, and go back downstairs. "Ready. Is the badge done, Bobby?" You ask. "Yeah it is, here." Bobby says coming from behind you. You yelp and turn around. "Stop doing that!" You tell him snatching the badge and looking at it. "Wow, it looks so real! Nice job. You gotta teach me how to do that." "Let's go. I'll-" Bobby's phone rings, "Hold on." Bobby answers his phone and you try to listen to his conversation but you only hear his side of the conversation. He hangs up and turns towards you. "Alright, change of plans. Apparently, there were more vamps out last night other than the one you got, there's been another killing, we're goin' to the crime scene." Bobby informs you. ~~ At the crime scene ~~ You and Bobby get out of his car and go up to the officer in charge. "Excuse me, we're Agents Riggs and Johnstone from the FBI. We're here to help with the murders. Mind if we take a look?" Bobby asks the officer. "Agents, I'm Sheriff McCoy. A couple of your agents are already here but you're welcome to take a look. We could use the help." Sheriff McCoy answers. "Alright, thanks." You and Bobby start to walk to the house. "Wait, there are real FBI agents here? Do you really think that this is a good idea?" You ask, panicking. "Nah, they're most likely hunters. You really think that the FBI would come for this case? Highly unlikely." Bobby says, opening the door for you. You nod, agreeing. When you walk in there are a couple of police officers and two people in suits talking to another police officer. One of the suited men was shorter than the other, had short hair, and had green eyes. The other suited man was taller, with longer hair, and kind eyes. The shorter one noticed you, and Bobby, and nudges the taller one. "You know them?" You ask Bobby. "Yeah. They're Sam and Dean Winchester. They're some of the best hunters I know. They can help you find the vamp pack that you're hunting as well. You can trust them." "Okay. I guess they can help." You say as they dismiss themselves from the police officer and walk towards you and Bobby. "Agents, nice to see that there are more of us. Looks like there is more than one murderer this time around. The victim, and the other three, were completely drained of their blood. The only thing weird thing about this, was that there were marks on their foreheads, drawn in their own blood. You guys see it before?" Sam explains, showing you and Bobby the picture on his phone. You gasped, recognizing it. It was an ankh. "You see this before?" Bobby asks you, but you don't answer because you are having flashbacks. It was the same, exact symbol left on Anthony's forehead when you found him. "Huh? Oh, um, yeah. I've seen this before on the other victims' foreheads." You stutter out, looking at the body and walking towards it. All you're seeing is Anthony's body, lying there dead, eyes still open. **** FLASHBACK **** You walk into your home that you share with your husband, Anthony, calling out that you are home. "Tony! I'm home!" You call out, walking up the stairs. You are about to call out again when you notice the table next to the banister has been knocked over. You walk quieter towards the bedroom that you and your husband share. You walk in and gasp at the sight of Anthony lying on the ground, his head turned towards you, and staring at you with lifeless eyes. You want to scream, go help him, see if he's dead, anything but you can't. You're frozen in place, staring at his eyes. "Tony," You whisper, "NO! No, no, no, no! TONY! Please god, no! Don't leave me!" You scream, rushing towards him, picking his lifeless body up, and hugging him to your chest. "Please. Don't leave me. I love you. Please. Tony. Anthony!" You cry out, breaking down in tears. You lift his head up and put one last kiss on his cold, unmoving lips. "I love you, so, so much," You say closing his eyelids, "I will, get whoever did this to you. I promise you." **** FLASHBACK **** "Agent," Bobby tries calling, "Y/N." You hear him but you can't answer because you can't move, your mind providing the image of Anthony, dead, staring at you with lifeless eyes. A single tear falls out of your eye. "Alright, let's go." Dean says touching your shoulder. You gasp and flinch away from him, wiping the tear away, and come back into reality. "Uh, yeah, okay. Let's go." You say, walking away and out of the house, clenching your fists. The boys glance at each other but follow you out. "Is this your car?" You ask Sam and Dean, pointing to the Impala. "Yeah." Dean answers. "Nice. I got a muscle car myself." "Really? What kind of muscle car is it?" Dean asks, interested. "1970 Dodge Charger." You answer. Dean whistled, "Wow. You gotta let me see it." Dean says impressed and slightly, extremely intrigued. You chuckle, "Alright, on one condition." "What?" Dean asks, warily. "You gotta help me find the pack that killed my husband two years ago." You say, not being serious but some part of you is serious. "Done. I'm sorry about your loss." Dean says, agreeing. "Me too," Sam adds, "I'll help too. Besides you don't really get him without me." "Really? And thanks." You ask, surprised. "Yeah, it's kind of our thing. And no, I'm not doing it just to see your car. I'm doing it because you've probably been doing this since he died and you haven't caught them so-" "Hey, I haven't caught them because everytime I get close, they disappear without leaving a trace. And trust me if there was a trace, I would find it. I know people everywhere." "I wasn't saying that you were a bad hunter, I was saying that we are most likely better than you since you have been hunting for just 2 years. We've been doing this for a long time, basically our whole lives. Well, my whole life." Dean says, looking at Sam at the last part. Sam gives him the best bitch face you have ever seen. "Alright. Where do you guys usually start?" You ask. "Wait, one second. Y/N, how did you know that a vampire got your husband?" Sam asked. "Well, his body was completely drained of blood and there was a bite mark on his neck. I mean I didn't know vampires really existed but I went to a library, found a book of monsters that was pretty different from the vampires in movies. I knew they were real when it showed a picture of their fangs and it looked like it would be something that would make the bite mark on Tony's neck. Alright, so, again. Where do you guys usually start?" "Well, we usually talk to the people who knew the victims, see what they know, and find connections. You said that this is a pack's doing?" Sam explained. "Yeah, the ankh is their symbol. I've tried finding a place, or anything, that involves this exact symbol (Picture of ankh here) but every time I came up with nothing. I've literally checked everything everywhere across the states, Canada, Mexico, Europe, Asia, Africa, and everywhere else. Nothing." You answer. "You have connections everywhere, don't you?" Dean questions. "Yup," You say popping the 'p', "comes in handy more than I thought it would." "Okay then. I'll check my contacts, see if they know anything. You three go and talk to the people who knew the victim." Bobby instructs. "Alright. Y/N, you wanna ride with us or go get your car?" Dean asks you. "I'll ride with you." "Alright, let's go." Dean says, unlocking the Impala. You guys get in and get on the road. "So, who are we going to go talk to? The mother, father...?" You inquire. "Daughter," Sam answers, "Parents are already dead. The wife is away on business. She should be back by tomorrow. We'll talk to her then." You freeze. Daughter? "How old is the daughter?" "16." Sam answers. "Okay." You reply, trying to calm down. Poor girl, you think, losing her father at 16, practically being alone right now. You are too busy trying to calm down to notice Dean looking at you through the mirror with a concerned expression. Sam and Dean look at each other, seemingly having a whole conversation with one look. About 5 minutes later you are jerked out of your mind as the car stops. "Alright, we're here. Let's go." Dean says getting out of the car. You and Sam follow him out and start walking towards the building. "You good?" Dean asks you, quietly. "Yeah." You reply, not as convincing as you wanted. "Hi, we're FBI Agents Turner, Young, and Johnstone. We're here about the murder case with the victims completely drained of blood. We're here to talk to the daughter of the most recent victim." Dean tells Officer McCoy. "Alright but go easy on her, she's been through a lot. I doubt she will talk though. She's been silent. If you don't mind, it would be better if just two of you went in. Just so she isn't too overwhelmed." Officer McCoy told you three. "Alright, you two go. I'll go see the bodies," Sam tells you and Dean, looking at Officer McCoy for confirmation, continuing when she gives a nod, "Alright. See you later." "Alright. Officer Murray," Officer McCoy calls, proceeding when he looks at her, "Take these two to the room we have Haley Foster in." "Yes ma'am," Officer Murray says, "Follow me, please." You and Dean follow him down the hallways and stop at the door. "She's in here, Agents." Officer Murray tells you two. "Thanks, Officer." You tell him, following Dean into the room. "Hello, Haley. We're FBI Agents Turner and Johnstone. We're here to ask you a few questions about your father." Dean introduces, looking at the young, blonde teenager. "We are very sorry about your loss." You tell Haley. "Thank you." Haley says quietly, putting her head back down. "Do you want to tell us what you saw?" You ask, sitting down in front of her. Haley shakes her head 'no.' "Are you sure?" "You won't believe me." Haley says. "Haley," Dean says and Haley looks at him, "You can tell us what you saw. We'll believe you, no matter how crazy or weird it sounds." Haley sighs, "Ok. I was at home, watching TV on the couch and my dad was in the kitchen making us some popcorn when the door busts open. A person runs at me and I scream. My dad runs in and jumps at the thing on top of me. They fall on the floor and my dad yells at me to go upstairs to my room. I do what he says and I dial 911. Suddenly, it goes silent and I try calling out for my dad. He didn't," Haley sobs, "He didn't answer. I crept downstairs and I didn't see the intruder so I went around the couch and," Haley sobs again, "He was just laying there, looking at me. I froze, I wanted to call out for him but I couldn't. I wanted to go to him but I couldn't move my legs. He reached out for me and I finally ran over to him. I saw that there was a bite mark on his neck so I got a towel and tried to stop the bleeding but," Haley stops and starts crying. "Haley," You say, "Haley, look at me," She looks up at you, "We are going to get whoever did this. I promise you." You tell her, gently placing your hand on top of hers. "What made the bite mark on his neck? The cops keep saying it wasn't a bite mark, that it was from a knife or something. But I know what I saw. I know it sounds crazy and that you won't believe me," "Haley, " "that I'm crazy but-" "Haley," You say and she stops talking and looks at you, "We believe you. We actually believe you. We are not just saying that to shut you up, ok? We believe you. You know what you saw." "You- You believe me?" You nod, "Wow. Okay. So, I'm not going crazy?" "No," You chuckle, "You aren't going crazy, I promise." "Well, whatever did this, whoever did this, we're going to get them." Dean assures her, and you have a feeling he is talking to you too. "Alright, we gotta go but if you think of anything of importance, call us. No matter what time it is." Dean says handing her a card. "Oh! There is something real quick. That mark on his forehead, the ankh. I've seen it before." "What?! Where?!" You ask frantically, wondering how you didn't find it but she did, "Was it the exact ankh you saw on your father's forehead?!" "Yes and I am positive it is the exact ankh. I," Haley sighs, "My friend, Jade, showed me this website. It has to do with extremely weird people who have extremely weird piercings and tattoos and modifications. Basically, they wanted to be vampires and stuff like that. I swear, she did not do this. The person was too bulky and tall to be her. That ankh means vampires. A bunch of people who believe in vampires, and want to be one, have that tattoo. Please, I know it wasn't h-" A woman with blonde hair and a fancy outfit bust in and headed straight for Haley. The woman hugged her and kept saying 'I love you so much' and 'Are you okay?' and 'We'll get through this.' "Um, I'm fine mom, I love you too. Um, Agents, this is my mom." Haley says. "Hello, I'm Victoria. If you are done, I am taking my daughter with me to my sister's house." Victoria says, walking towards the door with Haley. "Um, Mrs. Foster, we still need to talk to your daughter." Dean says. "Why? She didn't do anything. She was as much a victim as her father. I'm taking her, now." Victoria says still walking towards the door. "Mrs. Foster, I know you and your daughter have been through a tragic time and I know you want to go and grieve, but we still need to talk to your daughter, please. Five minutes at most. I, too, have lost someone close to me in a tragic way and wanted to be with loved ones but I had to talk to the police as well. Mrs. Foster please. This could help us catch who killed your husband faster. Bring you at least a little bit of closure." You say as a last try. "Fine. Five minutes. Then I am taking her with me." Victoria says letting go of Haley and walking out of the door. "Wow. I'm impressed. Usually no one can convince her to do anything she doesn't want to do. I'm guessing you want to know where to find Jade so you can ask her more about the sign." Haley says and Dean nods his head, "Alright, she lives two houses down from me. Tell her I said I sent you and to actually cooperate or I will use the photos against her. She will most likely talk to you after that. She doesn't really like cops after they arrested her for a robbery she didn't commit because of the way she looked. Now, because of that she can't go to Yale." "Alright, thanks, Haley. Thank you for all of your help. Remember, call us if anything comes up or you need anything, alright?" You tell her. "You're welcome. Thank you for believing me. I hope you catch whoever did this." Haley says and walks out. She goes to her mother and leaves. "Alright. So, off to the friend?" You ask. "First, let's go see what Sam found." Dean says and leads the way out. You and Dean go down to the morgue and go up to Sam. "Hey, so Haley told us that the symbol meant vampires. Basically, everyone who believes in vampires, or wanted to be a vampire, had this mark tattooed on their body. Her friend, Jade, showed it to her because her friend is apparently into this stuff but not so much that she was one of the people who had this tattoo. When we are done here, we should probably go talk to her." You explain. "Alright. So get this, as you can clearly see, the rest of the victims were young, blonde girls except for Edward Foster. So, I was thinking that maybe..." Sam starts. "The vamp was going for Haley, who is young and blonde, but when Edward came to attack him and Haley went upstairs, the vamp decides to just take him and leave Haley." You finish and Sam nods, "But why not take both? I mean if it could take Edward then taking down Haley would be a piece of cake." "I don't know, but we'll find out. Alright, let's go and talk to the friend," "Jade." You inform, "Yeah Jade. See what she knows." Dean says. "You two can go talk to her. I'm gonna go back to the motel to do some research." Sam says. "Alright, we'll drop you off on the way." Dean tells him, turning towards the door. You and Sam follow him out the door and outside to the car. You and Dean drop Sam off at the motel and drive over to Jade's house. When the two of you get up to the door, Dean knocks on the door. A minute later, a teenage girl with black, purple, and blue hair  wearing all black clothing opens the door. "Who are you?" She says. "Are you Jade?" Dean asks. She nods. "We're FBI Agents Turner and Johnstone. We're here to ask you about the Foster family and a certain ankh." "What? I-I didn't do anything wrong, I swear. Please don't arrest me and take me to jail." Jade says, panicking. "Hey, hey. It's okay. We're here to talk to you, that's it. We're not here to arrest you. I promise." You assure, calmly. "Okay, sorry. I just-" Jade starts. "...got arrested for something you didn't do and don't like cops. We know. Haley told us you wouldn't like us because of that. But I promise that we aren't here to arrest you. May we come in?" You finish. "Yeah." Jade says, backing up and opening the door wider. "Thanks. So Jade, we'll just get right to the point. Have you seen this exact ankh before?" Dean asks, showing Jade the picture. "Yeah. People who are obsessed with real vampires have that tattooed on themselves because they think it will make them one in the afterlife. Not the Twilight vampires or any stereotypical vampires with 2 fangs. They say that these ones have a mouthful of sharp teeth that are kept in their gums when not being used. Also, they sometimes keep-" Jade explains before being interrupted by Dean. "Whoa, whoa. How do you know all this?" He asks. "Well, I've done research on the ankh, I've looked at stuff about this online, old folklore and stuff like this. Why?" Jade gasps, "Is it real?! Is it?! Is it?! Is it?! That would be so cool! Well not for the victims or the people who become a packs' blood slave. But it would be kind of cool." "No, it wouldn't. A lot of people would die, a lot of good people! You wouldn't even be able to go out at night! Or maybe not at all without wondering if you would be attacked and had all the blood sucked out of your body!" "Dean," you try. "What would you think if you suddenly lost someone you loved to a vampire?" "Dean," you try again. "What if you go out for a walk or you're walking home and suddenly there is a bloodsucking monster grabbing you, putting his hand over your mouth, and biting you on your neck?! Would it be cool then?!" "DEAN!" You yell. "What?!" He yells back, angrily. "Go outside and come back in when you're calm again!" You tell him. He looks at you for a few seconds before grunting and going out the door. "What was that about?" Jade asks. "Just a small rage burst. He's had a rough few days. Sorry about that. So about the Foster's..." You explain. ~~~~ About 10 minutes later ~~~~ You walk out of the door and to the car, seeing Dean sitting in the car. You get in and sit there for a minute. "What was that?" You ask, quietly. "She thought that it would be 'cool' if those type of vampires existed. They are not 'cool!' They are extremely dangerous to people if you don't know how to deal with them! They-" "Stop! I fucking know that they are dangerous! Did you just happen to forget who you're talking to?! What happened to me?! If you did, I'm so fucking surprised that you're a hunter! Or actually, that you are still alive! All I wanted to say was, yes, you're right. She shouldn't have thought that it would be cool for those vampires to exist. But that doesn't give you the right to yell at her, telling her that people she loved would die because of them, that she would die because of them! You could have easily left it at people dying. She would have figured out that it meant her as well. Let's just go." You finish ranting, crossing your arms over your chest, watching your hands. It takes a minute but what Dean says next, surprises you. "You're right." Dean says and you look at him, surprised. "I just lost it. I shouldn't have yelled at her. I should have just left it alone. I guess seeing someone that actually likes vampires, made me flip out. I'm okay with the typical Twilight or movie vampires but these. I don't know what happened. That's never happened before. Well, in a long time. And never to a teenager, just adults. Alright, let's go and find out what Sam found out. " Dean finishes, starting the car. "Okay then, now that that's settled, while I was in there, she gave me all the websites, names of books and other stuff she found information about vampires on." You explain. "We'll have Sam look at those when we get back." "Why can't we do it? Why does Sam have to do all the research? Do you not do research?" You ask, confused. "You can, I'm not gonna. It's not my thing." Dean answers. "Then what do you usually do while Sam is researching?" "Talk to more witnesses, family, locals. See if anything's happened that usually happens when there is a pack in the area and ask questions about the victim. What, did you used to do research and hunt all by yourself?" "Well, sort of. I have friends that can give me the information I needed and if they couldn't because, let's say, needed a book. And the libraries near them didn't have it. They would tell me the name and I would see if the book was where I was and do the research myself." "You have a lot of skilled friends, don't you?" "Yeah. They help me because every single one of them wants whoever, or whatever, killed Anthony, dead. Even if they aren't a major friend, like just an acquaintance or something. They think that he didn't deserve to die and that I didn't deserve to lose him. They want to help me hunt it, in the field, but I won't let them get killed as well." "Good and bad decision. Good, because you don't want them to die. But bad because what if you get killed? You don't really have anyone backing you up." "I won't die. Trust me. I probably rank above you and Sam. I-" "Woah, woah. That's a pretty big 'probably.' Above me and Sam? You're that good?" Dean asks, disbelievingly. "Yeah. Why is it so surprising to you? I swear if it's because I'm a girl, I will-" "No! No, that is not the reason at all! It's just, you only started hunting 2 years ago." "And? How do you know that I wasn't doing anything before I started hunting that involved extreme strength, speed, and fighting in general?" You defend, looking at Dean. "I don't! It's just kind of surprising, that's it. I wasn't trying to offend you in anyway, I promise." "Sorry, it's just. I've met a lot of hunters, or actually men in general, that couldn't believe that I was better than them. Until they asked to fight me. Then they learned their lesson. I'd say that I have made way more than half of them cry, a lot." "It's fine. It can be tough to be a hunter, especially if they are female hunters. Nice job, though, setting those jerks straight." Dean says, raising his hand for a high-five. "Uh. Kinda can't give you a high five." You say, showing him your hands. "Right. Nice job." Dean chuckles before tapping your shoulder. Dean turns the music on and Old Time Rock & Roll by Bob Seger comes on. "Yes! This is my song! Turn it up please." You say, grinning. Dean turns it up and looks at you, fondly, as you start singing the words while looking out the window. Dean starts to have some unexpected feelings that he has rarely felt for you. A little something called, love. He looks back at the road, listening to you sing, glancing your way every now and then for the rest of the ride back to the motel. ~~~~ "Whatcha got, Sam?" Dean asks, coming through the door with you following him. "So get this, as far as I can tell, there is no connection except that all the victims are young, blonde girls. And according to Y/N, the pack doesn't stay anywhere for long. Y/N, do you know approximately how long they stay in a place?" Sam explains. "Usually for a couple weeks. And they've been here for about a week." You start. "So we have a week to get them before they leave." Dean finishes. "How long does it take before they show up again?" Sam asks. "About a week but they go like across the U.S. so by time we get there, we have like a week. Well, unless you fly but I'm not a good flyer." "We don't fly either. How do you know that it's the pack you're looking for?" Dean asks. "I know people, like, everywhere so they can confirm it wherever. They report to two of my people that are close to me and they tell me." "Well, you got quite the operation going, don't you?" Dean inquires. "Alright, we got a week to find and kill these sons of bitches before we gotta wait a week to find them. Sam, you got anything else?" "No, not really. These vamps are good. They definitely know how to stay off the radar. I can-" Sam says before being interrupted by your phone ringing. "Sorry, I'll be right back." You say, taking your phone out and walking out of earshot. "Hey, Y/N. We got another girl dead near you. I'll send you an address. But they slipped up. They had their phone on and I got a signal. I'm tracking it now. I'll send you where it is now." Y/F/N says. "Are you serious?!" You say loudly, attracting the attention of the brothers. "You, my friend, are amazing." "Oh, I know. Go get those assholes, Y/N." Y/F/N replies. "You bet I will." You say before hanging up. You stand there for a minute before you jump up and down, yelling 'Yes!' "What's got you so happy?" Sam asks. "My absolutely wonderful genius of a friend gave me some amazing news. Bad news though, is that another girl was killed. Good news about it though, this vamp was stupid. Their phone was on and my friend got a signal. They are tracking it as we speak and is sending me the address of the vamp and the victim." You answer, grinning. The two brothers start smiling. "Let's go get these sons of bitches. I'm gonna call Bobby so that he can go to the crime scene." Dean says, getting his phone out. He calls Bobby and when he asks you for the address of the victim, you tell him. "Alright on the way to the nest, we need to go to Bobby's for my car." You say. "Alright, let's get changed and then head to Bobby's." Sam says, closing his laptop. Sam heads to the bathroom to change. "Uh, I can step outside if you want to change now." You suggest. "Nah, I'll wait for Sam to get out." Dean says. "So, do you actually have a house or are you just on the road?" "I got a house in California. You?" "Nah, always on the road. What are you going to do once we get the pack?" You give a heavy sigh, "I have no clue. I've been hunting this thing for so long, I never thought about it. I don't know if I can go back to my old life after this." "Go back to your life. Don't keep hunting. If you can get out of this life, do it. Hell, if I had the chance to get out, I would." Dean says seriously. "But would you be able to be comfortable with it? Be able to just quit hunting forever?" "I don't know. I've been hunting my entire life. I would probably still hunt, just not as much as I do now." "That will probably be me." "But you haven't been hunting as long as I have. You can get out. You can live your life without all this." "No, I wouldn't be able to. I know about this stuff now. The worry, the stress that comes with this won't leave me. Especially since it has happened to me before." "Will you at least try to get out? If you won't do it for yourself, do it for your family." "Maybe." "Ugh, you are so stubborn!" "So are you!" You say, huffing a laugh. "True. Promise me something." "What?" You say warily. "If I get out, you get out." "Alright. I promise. You have to do the same. I get out, you get out." "Okay." "Say it." "I promise." "Okay, good." You reply, smiling. The both of you don't have time to say anything else before Sam exits the bathroom. Dean gives you one last look, grabs a change of clothes, and goes to change. You look at Sam and is somewhat surprised at his outfit. "What?" He asks. "Oh, nothing. I just didn't really expect you to be a plaid kind of guy." You reply. "Every hunter has at least one plaid shirt. Do you not have a plaid shirt?" Sam asks. "Uh, no." You answer, causing Sam to gasp dramatically and put his hand on his chest. "How dare you?! How do you not have a plaid shirt? I am getting you at least one when this is all over. No exceptions." Sam says seriously. You laugh, "Okay. Fine." "What even is your wardrobe?" Sam asks, not letting this go. "Uh, black shirts and jeans with a leather jacket." "But no plaid?" You chuckle, "No. No plaid." Sam squints his eyes, "I don't understand you." "Well, it's not like there is a manual for this and I wasn't taught by another hunter. And if I was taught by a hunter, or if I did read a manual on hunting, I'm pretty sure that having to have at least one plaid shirt would be in the lesson." "Oh yes it would! Plaid is our culture! I'm rarely not wearing plaid. Unless I'm in some type of costume." Sam defends. You bust out laughing and Dean comes out of the bathroom. Proving Sam right, he is wearing plaid. "What did you tell her about me?" Dean asks, looking at Sam. "Nothing. She's laughing at my love for plaid and the law that hunters have to have at least one plaid shirt." Sam explains, causing you to laugh even harder. Dean gasps, "You don't have plaid?!" You're laughing so hard but you manage to say 'No.' "Y/N! I am getting you a plaid shirt when this is all over. No exceptions." Dean says seriously. "Already said that Dean." Sam says. "Well, she needs a backup." Dean says. By then you've calmed down and stood up. "Alright. Let's go." You say, still chuckling. ~~~~ Once you guys get to Bobby's, you go in the house and change. When you get out, you see Dean running his hand over your Charger. "This is your car?" Dean asks. "Yeah. Built her from the ground up." You say, laughing as Dean's eyes pop out of his head. "You built her from the ground up?!" You give him a look. "Sorry." "It's fine." "Where have you been all my life?" Dean murmurs quietly, though you still hear him and smirk. "You can drool over her later, we should go. I'll lead." You say, walking around Dean and getting in your car. When you start your car, Dean feels as if his knees are going to give out. Dean shakes his head and gets into the Impala. You three head out, towards the nest. ~~~~ Arriving at the nest, you find out that it's an abandoned warehouse. The three of you get out of your cars and open your trunks, causing you to wince. Dean whistles at your collection of weapons while you look at his. When Sam clears his throat, you two are jerked out of your admiration of each other's weapons and start to get your machetes out. "Ready?" Dean asks. "Ready." You and Sam reply. The three of you walk to the door, weapons ready and adrenaline flowing. Dean pushes the door open slowly and Sam walks in. You follow him and Dean is right behind you. The three of you spread out, ready to take out however many vampires there are. You soon notice that all of the vampires are young, blonde girls. You all look at each other and when Dean nods his head, all of you cut off the head of the closest vampire next to you. Once those vampires are dead, the rest wake up and charge at you guys. You three start chopping vampire heads off left and right. Suddenly, there's a vampire that you didn't see coming and it grips your hand hard and throws you, causing you to cry out. Your cry attracts the attention of Sam and Dean. Dean looks over and sees you on the ground with a vampire coming towards you. "Y/N!" Dean yells, trying to make his way over to you. He soon gets over to you and raises his blade. "Messed with the wrong person." Dean says, chopping off the head of the vampire that threw you. You get up and put your machete into your left hand, even though your left arm isn't as strong as your right. You still try and kill the vampires but you are slower now. Out of the corner of your eye, you see someone that looks familiar move towards the stairs. You start to make your way over to the stairs. "Y/N! What are you doing?!" Dean asks, confused on why you are going towards the stairs. You don't hear him as you continue towards the stairs. You finally get to the stairs and you start up them. When you get up the stairs, you see a figure looking out the window. "Who are you?" You ask. He turns around and the ankh on his forehead looks like it was burned on. "I'm the alpha. The one that turned all these girls. The one," He smirks. "that turned your husband." "No. My husband is dead. You killed him." You say, trying to keep it together even though there are tears in your eyes. "No, you see. When I sucked all of his blood out and used his own blood to draw this," He points at the ankh on his forehead. "on his forehead, he became mine. He became, a vampire." You couldn't believe this. You wouldn't believe this. "No. You're lying!" You say, trying not to cry. "Oh, am I?" He says before motioning for someone to come in. Who comes in, what comes in, shocks you. A vampire that looks just like Anthony comes in, the ankh a scar on his forehead. "You got two options. One, you die. Two, and I think you'll like this one, I turn you into a vampire. You can be with your husband again." The Alpha says. Without noticing, tears start rolling down your face. What were you going to do? You won't be turned into a vampire but you don't want to die. You wipe the tears away and look up. The darkness in you comes out. I won't die. You start walking towards the Alpha. You think that if you kill the Alpha, the humans-turned-vampires' souls might return to normal and go to heaven. "What's your decision?" The Alpha asks, smirking. "Three, I kill you and every soul goes to heaven." You say darkly. "Basically option one. Get her." The Alpha says and your once human husband snarls at you. He charges at you and you use his body weight against him and throw him over your shoulder. Your move doesn't buy you a lot of time as he gets up and goes at you from behind. He takes you down and holds you down, using his weight advantage against you. You look him in the eye. "Anthony. Don't do this. This isn't you. This isn't you. I know you. This isn't your soul. I know your soul. Please. I love you. Please." You beg, the tears falling down your face again. You think that he's about to rip your throat out when he leans down to your ear. "I love you too. Go get him." He whispers and gets off of you. You jump up and throw your machete at the Alpha vampire's throat, cutting its head off, Sam and Dean coming up the stairs to see you do it. You watch his head fall, loving the shocked look on his face. You look behind you, towards Sam and Dean before looking at your husband on the ground. You rush towards him and hold him against your body. "No, please. I can't lose you again. Tony, don't leave me again." You sob. "You aren't losing me again. You're just seeing me one last time. I love you, Y/N." He says quietly. You sob, "I love you too, Tony." His body starts to glow a bright white and he starts to float towards the window. You stand up, wiping the tears off of your face. Dean comes up behind you and places his hand on your shoulder. You turn around and hold onto him. You try not to cry again as he holds you back. You pull back and wipe at your eyes. "Thanks you guys for helping me do this. I doubt I would have been able to do this alone." You say, taking deep breaths. "We were glad to help." Sam says softly. "If you need anything, give us a call." Dean says. "Likewise. Alright, let's clean up." You say, going to get your machete out of the wall. "I got a question. How in the hell did you throw your machete that hard to get stuck in the cement wall?!" Dean asks. "I was angry." You say, shrugging. You yank your shoulder out of the wall and wipe the blood off on the vampire. Dean's mouth hangs open for a minute before he goes downstairs to help Sam. ~~~~ The three of you end up at Bobby's to have a few drinks to celebrate. "Alright, I'm gonna have to stop with the drinks 'cause I'm gonna have to celebrate with my family when I get back to California. I gotta go get packed. Night guys." You say, getting up and going towards the stairs. You get up to the room and you get halfway done when there's a knock on your door. "Come in." You say, not looking. Dean walks in and sits down on the bed. "Hey." You say. "Hey. So, you going back to regular life?" Dean asks. You sigh, "I'm gonna stay in my house for a while. Probably going to figure stuff out and wing it like I've always done." There's silence as you finish packing. When you're finished, you sit down next to him. "Y/N, I know that it is not the right time for this but I don't know when I'll see you again, if I'll see you again." Dean says and you look at him. He puts his hand on your face and presses his lips against yours. You are stunned but you soon relax into the kiss and start to kiss him back. After a few more minutes of kissing, you pull back, breathing hard. "Wow. You're right about it not being the right time but I don't regret it. This may be the only time I have the chance to kiss the one and only Dean Winchester." You finish smiling. Dean chuckles, "Yeah and this may be the only time I have to kiss the one and only Y/F/N. When are you heading out?" "First thing tomorrow at 8." You reply. "I'll be here to say goodbye." Dean says, standing up. You stand up with him. "You better." You say, opening the door. "Goodnight Y/N." Dean says, kissing you one more time. "Goodnight Dean." You say, watching him leave. You put your suitcase on the floor in front of the bed and lay down. A few minutes of  remembering the feeling of Dean's lips on yours, you fall asleep.

~~~~

You are heading down the stairs with Bobby in tow, carrying your bag despite your protests. When you get to the bottom of the stairs and look in the living room, Sam and Dean are standing there. "I'm gonna put your bags in your car. Keys?" Bobby says. "Thanks, Bobby." You tell him, throwing him the keys. He nods and walks out of the door. "Hey guys. Come to see me off?" You say, smiling, going over to them. "Of course." Sam answers, giving you a hug. You then give Dean a hug and move back. "Alright. There's something you're not telling me." You say, pointing a finger at them. "Well, we said that we would do it." Dean says, reaching behind him and grabbing a gift bag. "Here." You reach out and grab it, "I swear if this is what I think it is..." You take the red and blue tissue paper out and start laughing at what you see inside. Sam and Dean start chuckling as you laugh. "Oh my god. You didn't. I am so done." You laugh, pulling out the contents of the bag. "We told you that we would! You aren't a real hunter without one." Sam laughs. In your hand were two plaid shirts, one red and one blue. You laugh even harder. You calm yourself a little to where you are just chuckling. "Thanks you guys. This is amazing. I will make sure to wear these." You tell them. "You better." Dean chuckles, pointing a finger at you. "Just so you know, I am now going to get a lot of weird looks from my friends because of these shirts." "Just say, 'I'm a hunter' and walk away." Sam suggests. You laugh, "I'll make sure to do that."

You put the shirts back in the bag and walk over to them. You give Sam another hug. "Don't be a stranger. Keep in touch." Sam says into your ear. "I will if you will." You say back, pulling away. You go over to Dean and hug him. "Remember our deal." Dean says quietly. You huff a laugh, "You too." You pull back and start walking towards the door. You walk out and go over to Bobby, giving him a hug. "You're always welcome and call if you need anything." Bobby tells you. "You too, Bobby." You say, pulling back. "Thanks for the help you guys." "No problem." Dean tells you. "Glad we could help." Sam adds. You smile and get into your car. You start it and roll your window down. "Take care of yourself, rookie." Bobby teases you, smiling a little. You chuckle, "You too." You rev your engine and start the long drive home.

Hey guys, I hope that you guys liked this! This fic can also be found on my AO3 (Latishiante1001) so go check that out as well. Part 2 will take a while to come out because I have to do a bunch of episodes of season 4 and it takes about 1-1.5 hours for one episode (depending on how many important scenes there are). It will also come later because school for me is starting back up so that will slow my writing down as well. Thanks for reading!

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5557 Reviews Your Fanfic #3:  Soul of a New Machine by StygianLotus

Hello, friends, I am 5557 on Ao3 and I review your fanfiction if you want me to.

Soul of a New Machine by  @stygianlotus

Summary:

Lance had been living the same cycle of events over and over since he got captured by the Galra. After seven months with Haggar, the other Paladins finally manage to save him. However, they soon realize that Lance's wounds run much deeper than they had hoped.

Rating: M

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence

Tags: Psychological Torture, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Psychological Trauma, Torture, Aftermath of Torture, Coran helps Lance, Langst, Lance (Voltron) Angst, Angst, Post-Defeat of Zarkon, Post Season 2, Flashbacks, Lance (Voltron) is a Mess, poor lance

Optional info:

Is English your first language? Yes How long have you been writing for? 4 years Are you 18+? No Do you want publish / write professionally one day? Maybe

Technical Style / Formatting: Paragraphs are of a good size.

Quotes and dialogue are all correct, punctuation is used correctly.

I find parenthesis to be unnecessary in fiction, but they are still used correctly.

Could use a bit of dialogue attribution switch-ups (Lance said vs. said Lance) here and there, but that’s a very small thing.

The second chapter’s flashback doesn’t need to be entirely in italics, but it’s ok.

Pace: The pace is affected by the problem of the mixed-omniscient narrator.

The biggest core problem in the story, and one that is at the root of all others like the confusing sentence structure is: Who is our narrator and what does our narrator know?

In some paragraphs, is seems like we have an unreliable, deep-pov narrator that keeps us well inside of Lance’s head. In other paragraphs, the narrator informs us in a more omniscient way of information that Lance himself does not know. And inconsistence narrator can lead to plot and characterization problems, as well and issues with general prose flow and how the story progresses.

We need to establish solidly who the narrator is (is it a detached voice of lance, or an outside figure?) and what exactly they know. Do they know A) everything about everyone, all the time? (omniscient) B) Everything about lance and only Lance (Limited omniscient) or C) Some things about Lance, but not everything (Unreliable non-omniscient)

Establishing this will help with the confusing sentence structure and set the pace and tone of the story so the reader can understand what’s going on (even with limited information) and progress.

Dialogue: The dialogue is fairly good, and I appreciate the fact that the team care about Lance and want him to feel safe and welcome back on the team.

Once we solve the narration problem, the dialogue will fit the story that much better.

Characterization: So far, characterization isn’t too much of a problem, but with huge, personality-changing events such as capture and torture, it’s really important to research trauma and how is can affect a person. It’s up to you to decide how lance’s behaviour deals with his trauma, whether he chooses to smile through it and pretend nothing is wrong, or like in your story actually show that he has been deeply affected.

It’s not wrong for Lance’s personality to change from an extreme situation. I think it would be wrong to write him as the exact same person he was before his capture, but I also want to stress that he is not 100% a new person. There are and will always be fragments of the old person there, and they will have good days where they are able to laugh and joke and have  a good time. It’s about finding the balance of depth.

For research, I would really recommend watching the movie Room (2016) about the 5-year-old child who grew up in captivity with his mother. This movie does an amazing job of showing that even in a dire situation, they are able to be sane and smart. It also shows that they are not immune to breaking down and falling apart. Both are true, and that is what makes the story so powerful.

Flow / Prose Style:

Try to find and remove extraneous filler words like was and had. As well, look for text written in the passive voice, and try to edit it to become more active.

“The cup was picked up by Lance.” - Passive “Lance picked up the cup.” - Active

I think I understand what you’re going for in the beginning, so I’m going to make a few assumptions.

The opening fades in like a person coming into consciousness after being knocked out- blurry, unclear, unable to pin facts and details and people. This is an appropriate way to open a thriller / angst story, no problems there.

My advice for a choice like this is that as an author you need to be very careful and specific about what you make clear and what you make hazy.

Too clear, and you don’t get the desired effect.

Too hazy and your readers are confused and bored because they can’t understand enough

So when you’re doing a style like this, be very careful about who knows what, and who is being mentioned. If you turn too many names into epithets or pronouns (he or she) we very easily lose track of what the narrator is referring to.

“He remembered Allura ordering for them to attack him, remembered Hunk being the one to do it while Lance was still restrained.”

This sentences contains two “he’s” and the second one is unclear as to who it’s referring to. We could use clarity by saying “Lance remembered Allura ordering for them to attack him, remembered Hunk being the one to do it while he was still restrained.”

“How could they still act like they were best friends after everything that had happened?”

And here, it’s slightly unclear as to who the “they” is referring to. Lance and Hunk? Lance and the rest of the paladins? Hunk and the rest of the paladins? etc.

For someone who is english as first language, some of the phrasing is… odd. It’s not exactly passive voice, nor is it grammatically incorrect, but it attributes action and intention to the wrong symbol of importance.

Like PutTING the emPHAsis on the wrong sylLAble. It’s not incorrect, but it it is jarring.

““Hey, Lance?” The sudden voice jerked Lance out of his thoughts, looking up quickly like he had gotten used to doing.”

The second part of the sentence says that it’s the voice, not lance, that looked up quickly.

“Keith’s face made Lance take an involuntary step back, watching him cautiously.”

This is also odd phrasing that leads to odd mental image. It’s like Keith is pressing Lance around physically… with his face. Keith’s face doesn’t really make anyone do anything unless he’s physically using it. The way it’s described currently gives keith’s face, and not keith himself the agency and importance.

At the very end of the sentence, it’s unclear whether it’s Keith’s face or Lance that is doing the watching cautiously.

I get the idea of the scene, but the phrases used to describe the action are odd. So when the common thread of concern is confusing sentence structure, it’s often a good time to go back to the basics and start from the bottom. try to rewrite sentences three times and pick the best one you like. this can also help stimulate new ideas and new ways of phrasing.

Parenthesis tend to be aside thoughts. Find a way to integrate them into their own sentence or paragraph. Also, things said in parenthesis tend to come across as comedic, so it helps the tone of the serious story to try to minimize them.

The same goes for but / although additions to sentences. Decide if they deserve their own new sentence or paragraph or if that information really needs to be told to the reader at all.

Beware when using epithets. “The blue paladin” sounds cold and unsympathetic. If you want readers to attach themselves, use names.

Story:

There’s a lack of impact in the initial chapter because we are told snippets of Lance’s experiences, but rather than holding it as a mystery, or exploring it in more depth, these things come across like an informative list rather than a story.

Each event and experience that lance has faced, while impactful on its own, loses impact when strung together with the other pieces that come across as list-like.

There are two options of exploring lance’s experiences, and this will come down to how you choose to narrate the story, and it’s this: Do you want Lance to be the POV character or not?

If you make lance the poc character, you can explore all of his thoughts and memories of the events of his capture. It would be an internal tale, and explore him learning to communicate with his team once again.

Or, you could make Keith the POV character, and write more of a “medical mystery / crime procedural” type story, where the team slowly learns of the events that happened to Lance and how deep they go. (this does not have to be a klance fic or romantic at all if you choose to make keith the POV. He’s just the narrator who cares about his friend)

The flaws in the first couple of chapters are a little counterintuitive. The story seems a bit rushed, and one would assume that it’s under explained. I think the opposite is true. It’s over explained, trying to catch us up as quickly as possible to everything that has happened to Lance.

What would make the story more interesting would be to let each event breathe a bit, and explore more of Lance’s sensory reactions and his dialogue with his team than simply stating what happened to him and what went wrong. Show us Lance’s flightiness and mistrust instead of telling us about his torture.

The first chapter could use a bit more environmental description. Where do they go in the lions? How far? When?

The second chapter where Keith is rescuing Lance is fairly straightforward a good, we just need to decide on a main narrator and stick to them.

“Keith wished that he knew how to help, really – it was frustrating to all of them. They wanted to be able to help, but Lance wouldn’t let them in. He still kept everything inside, as he usually did, they’d learned. Lance was the type to bottle up his emotions because he was worried they’d hold someone back.”

This would be a great opportunity to show us Lance’s mistrust instead of telling us. What are his actions? His reactions? What does he do, specifically?

“Coran wished that he could see what was going on inside of Lance’s head so that he could help him.”

This comes across as odd and weak because we as readers can see inside of lance’s head. We were told lots of things by the story, so there’s no surprise or mystery. We feel smarter than Coran, rather than on his level.

The story really starts to take shape in the third chapter, and I really like that Coran is both a main part of the story and well-characterized. But the POV / narration problems are of prime concern. Once we figure these out, it will start to flow much more smoothly and be much more engaging to read!

Avoiding Physicals By Hacking [McCoy x Reader] [3]

Word Count: 1412

A/N: Yess!  It if finally done!  Be proud of me!

Tagging: @nymphadora-blurryface @newhappiness430 @buckyy3s

[Part 1] [Part 2]

—Brig—Time: Unknown

So after your physical, McCoy took the liberty of locking you up for 24 hours as part of your punishment.  You busied yourself with hand-writing a fancy apology for Dr. McCoy and Captain Kirk.  You were halfway into Kirk’s when you started feeling the symptoms.  The sweating.  The restlessness.  Your faster and uneven heartbeat.

You clenched your chest, desperately trying to control your breathing as you trembled.  Scooting over to the glass wall, you knocked on it getting the security's attention.

“Get nurse Chapel,” you could barely get the words out, “Tell her to bring the hypo.”

You watched as the security personnel scramble to make the call.

“Brig to Medical bay.  Nurse Chapel you are requested.  Miss L/N says to bring the hypo?”

—Some Time Later—

It took several minutes before the doors swooshed open and even when the did the help you requested didn’t walk through those doors.  McCoy did.  Your heartbeat became more uneven as you crawled back, you’re back hitting the wall.  

“W-where is n-nurse Chapel?” you asked weakly, afraid of what the doctor knows.

“What’s the hypo?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“N-none of your concern,” you shot back, happy that there was a wall of glass separating you from McCoy.

He sighed, and looked over at the security, “Clear the wall.”

“DON’T!” you screamed, as the walls deteriorated and McCoy walked in.

“You can leave,” he commanded the security personnel.

Once they left he walked closer to you.  You crawled equally away from him.  Until you hit the corner and was then cornered.

“I found some anomalies in your physical report,” he stated, “Do you know why?”

You shook your head, knowing your voice would give it away.  He crouched down in front of me and gently smiled.

“We both know that is not true,” he said softly, “And I’m not leaving til you tell me.”

“Nothing is wrong with me,” you muttered, “I have everything under control.”

“Sure.  Then why are you sweating and your breathing labored?”

You sealed your lips as the door opened and nurse Chapel walked through.

“McCoy, leave her alone,” she commended, coming to my side and pushing a hypo in my arm.

“What is in it?” he asked her.

“That is none of your concern til L/N says otherwise,” she replied getting up and walking out.

“Chapel,” McCoy threatened, “I am the CMO and you will tell me.”

She turned to look nervously at you and bite her lip, going back to McCoy she said, “L/N will tell you or she won’t.”

The nurse then preceded to walk out.  After the door closed McCoy looked at you, eyebrow raised as he looked for an answer.  You turned your head to look away before speaking.

“It’s mutated,” you muttered, “The original medicine doesn’t work on it.  I take the hypo every two or so weeks.  It stops it.”

“What is it?” he said in a commanding manner.

“All you need to know is that I keep it in check and I’m fine.”

“You think you’ll get away with that answer?”

“Yes,” you replied, turning to get the pen and paper.

You handed McCoy the apology letter written for him to him.  He took it silently and read it.  Nodded he walked out, the glass reappearing.  You went back to work on Kirk’s letter.

—Brig—12:00 PM

The glass disappeared and you were free to leave.  Captain Kirk came down to let you off with a warning.  Saying that if you is caught hacking again then you will return to Starfleet Academy.

“Okay, so if I just caught hacking again, I will be thrown out,” you smirked.

“Ensign,” the captain warned.

“Yes, yes I know.  I won’t hack anymore.  I promise,” you replied hastily, waving your hand as you walked backwards into the turbolift.

—Recreation Room 121—15:57 PM

“Should I do it?” you asked, stuffing a piece of bread in your mouth.

“No,” came the harsh reply.

“Whyy not?” you pouted.

“You already got in trouble for awoiding your phyzical.  Tinkering vith Dr. McCoy’s shower iz not an option,” Chekov said.

“But—” you started.

“No buts,” Chekov interrupted, pointing a figure at you, “In Mother Russia you vould have been punished more sewerely zhan just spending the night in zhe brig.”

“Will you report me?”

“Do I haff too?  McCoy vill definitely know it vas you.”

“Right…” you trailed off, looking down.

“I’m still going to do it.” you muttered.

“No.”

You turned your head up and smiled at Chekov.  He moved back in his seat, going you a disgusted look.

“You are just asking for trouble,” he said.

“Uh-Hmm,” you replied, taking a sip of your drink.

“Also he’s  behind you,” Chekov commented.

You choked on your drink.

“Agh!  Really?” you said, turning around.

“What did I do?” McCoy asked, raising an eyebrow.

You sneered at him, “Nothing.”

“Sure,” he replied, sitting down next to us and engaging himself with his meal.

—Outside McCoy’s quarters—15:46 PM

“Come on,” you muttered, attempting to open the door without hacking into the mainframe.

You know.  The easy way, You thought, twisting your hand the best you can trying to grab a wire that was just out of reach.  You were too focused on grabbing to wire to notice a pair of footsteps coming behind you.

“What are you doin’?” exclaimed Scotty behind you.

You jumped as you grabbed the wire, pulling it down too hard and breaking it.  Falling down from the force, you swore.

“Damn!”

“I’m not gonna ask ya again lassie,” Scotty said.

You turned to look up at the engineering chief and smiled innocently, “Just fixing some wires, sir.”

“Looks like you're breakin’ ‘em to me,” he replied, his arms crossed.

“Like I said, fixing them,” you said, getting up and removing a panel for better movement.

“Fine, get your revenge.  At least you’re not hackin’ into anything,” he sighed, walking off.

“You didn't see anything, right?” you called.

“Yeah, Yeah.  Sure,” Scotty replied, turning a corner.

You exhaled, calming your nerves.  And began fixing the wire and opening the door.  The door finally slid open after several minutes of messing around in the panel.

“Finally.  Now for the fun part.” You said, slipping in and closing the door behind you.

“Computer.  Lights at 30%,” you commended.

The lights pricked up and you walked to the bathroom.  Once inside you began messing around with the controls, switching switches, making hot cold and the other way around, and changing the pressure.  You wiped your forehead, proud of your tinkering.  Walking out, you turned off the lights.  You turned a corner, heading for your quarters when you saw McCoy walking to you.  You continued walking forward, pretending you had somewhere to be.

As you passed McCoy you said, “Hello Doc,” and continued walking.

Once you rounded another corner, you sighed not realizing that you were holding your breath.  After pausing to start breathing correctly again, you began walking again, still heading to your quarters.

—Next Day—Mess hall—13:00 PM

“I feel an ungodly presence behind me,” you said, having a feeling someone was behind you, breathing down your neck.

“What did you do to my shower?” McCoy asked.

“I did nothing,” you replied snickering, knowing you had no chance at lying to him.

You felt arms hook around your midsection and were suddenly lifted from your seat.

“OI!” You yelled out, not really putting up much of a fight as you were carried out of the Mess Hall.

“Farewell friends!  It was good to know you and be able to work on the Enterprise.  Don’t let my name die in vain like I am.  Goodbye,” you called, waving to the crew as McCoy carried you out.

—Medbay—McCoy’s office—

“Of course, take me to the place you have the most power,” you muttered, messing with random pieces of paper on the desk.

He huffed, lightly slamming his hand on yours.  You didn’t move your hand and just looked up at him, smiling sweetly.  He stared at you is some form of disgust.  But there was something else too.

He looked away, “Would you like to go to dinner with me?”

“Is this your way of keeping me in check?” you countered.

“Maybe,” he replied, smirking.

“Fine, good dinner in return I behave.  Sounds like a deal,” you concluded, extending your hand.  

“Deal,” McCoy said, rolling his eyes and shaking your hand.

A Journal of Juror Number 2 in the case of The State vs. Francis Thomas

Preface

    I want you to know, before reading the following that I was not permitted to take notes during the entirety of the trial. In truth, I only meant this to be read by my girlfriend once the trial was over. She was asking me what was happening and I had to tell her repeatedly that I couldn’t talk about it. I hoped this would make up for it and realized that others may want to read it.

    I did however, keep in the spirit of not taking notes. Once I wrote the day’s log, I DID NOT go back to re-read it. I never went back to refer to a previous entry because I felt that it was not in line with the judge’s decision to not take notes. I only just now realized that I think only the court clerk ever officially told us we couldn’t take notes as per the judge. But whatever. Because I wanted to keep the fact that I didn’t reread what I wrote in spirit, I didn’t edit the following. Forgive me for any spelling errors or name inconsistancies.

My time in jury selection began on Tuesday and lasted until Thursday. The first day of actual court was on the following Monday. I should note that I tried to listen to all the reasons people tried to get out of duty. The biggest one to win was having a vacation the following week. I think it’s important to note that while I didn’t actively try to be picked, I certainly wasn’t going to try and get out of it.

Day 1

Last week was dedicated to jury selection to which I was chosen as juror number 2. Today, Monday the 17th of April, was opening statements and initial testimonies of officers and forensics - including one expert on fingerprints who explained in great detail the methods used to find fingerprints and ultimately find the knife used in the stabbing to be undecipherable.

The state side consists of a well dressed woman who is very direct and seemingly very focused but definitely exaggerates the attack and a large man who has -to date- dropped his pen twice, a thumb drive, and a post-it (the last of which he ignored (I saw him see it but didn’t pick it up)). This man also can’t seem to grasp the fact that after he has an article tagged in by the clerk, she is obligated to show it to Judge Ahto. This man has repeatedly held his hand out to take it from the clerk only to realize that the judge now has it. I have a low opinion of him.

The state’s opening statement offered no motive, just the stance that the defendant repeatedly stabbed the victim with the intent to kill. They made no mention of how the other victim, the mother of the defendant, got her wounds; one on her leg and one elsewhere (I believe it was the hand).

On the defendant side, there is the defendant, Francis Thomas(?) and the attorney whose name I missed. I have no solid opinion of them as it is the state’s purpose to find the guilt in the defendant and therefore will talk more than the defence. The defendant seems remorseful in the few times I’ve made eye contact with him, but that’s not a fact to base an opinion on.

Their opening statement consisted of the protective son who attacked the victim, Edward Mindi, because EM was constantly harming his mother. Her last name is Jai(sp?)

The facts are that there are blood droplets leading from the main bedroom -where the attack took place- to the laundry room by way of the front hall. However, at some point, someone who was bleeding -either EM or Jai- went up to the family room, placed the knife on the counter, dropped off a bloody shirt and moved to the couch.

When the cops came, FT was outside, without a shirt which was later revealed and had some blood, but was mostly ripped. I imagine it will be proven that the shirt was ripped while FT was wrestling EM away from FT’s mother, Jai.

As for timeline, it was stated by the defense, and therefore should be taken as the basis for fact (since it’s innocent until proven guilty) that one of the kids in the house was being punished by staying in his room by EM. Jai had made dinner and fetched the boy. EM became enraged due to her undermining him and dragged her into the room. At this point FT got up, peaked into the Master Bedroom and saw his mother held against the wall by her throat by EM who had a knife in his hand. The altercation took place in which FT gained control and stabbed EM repeatedly. The photos don’t seem at all that deep, but I’m hoping to find out exactly how deep in the days to come. It should be noted that at some point I developed the theory that it was in fact Jai that did the stabbing. Knowing how fights go, it is very unlikely that an altercation with a knife would result in only one of them actually being injured. FT has no wounds and no signs of struggle, except his ripped shirt. FT wouldn’t want to have his mother arrested so he kept quiet and EM would gain twofold by declaring FT as the attacker; he wouldn’t admit that the damage was caused by a woman (if he is a wife-beater that would be too embarrassing) and it would get Jai and FT away from each other which would give EM more control over Jai. I should note, I have yet to meet Jai or EM so this is completely speculation at this point. I should note that EM is also innocent until proven guilty in my book, and therefore the belief that he has been attacking Jai is only there to establish a basis for these initial theories. Once EM is on the stand or his character is more established, I can make further judgement.

Continuing the timeline, Jai separated the two and told FT to wait outside. Conflicting accounts say that EM called 911 (from state) or that one of the kids called (from defense).

The first responder had dashcam footage of his arrival. Both FT and Jai were outside. The victim, EM emerged from the house, the cops checked up on him, turned their weapons on FT and arrested him with no difficulty. The defense has pointed out on numerous occasions that the area is wooded and dark at that time. I suspect he will make the case that the defendant could have ran and easily escaped. From the inside footage, FT was calm but shaking. I assume he was shaking due to the cold but it could be from shock. He didn’t look afraid and he was calm.

There are a number of puzzles. For one, both sides spoke of the door to the master bedroom being broken. No one has made a claim on who broke it. What’s more odd is that there were two ways into the master bedroom. Was the other way obstructed? Based on what I saw and how far the lock plate flew, I have to assume that it was EM who busted it in since FT is lanky - it is possible, but more likely EM. Where does that fit in the timeline?

The defense has shown on multiple occasions that the door to the master bedroom has had a number of locks prior to the previous deadbolt. I believe he will make the case that EM has broken in before.

In addition, when the cops came, one kid was asleep. Who could sleep through a stabbing?

There was a picture of the bedroom and much farther than the door could possibly hit there looked to be a dent in the wall. This was from the pic that included the diamond shaped window, but just the frame of it. I want to look more closely at it to correctly identify it.

    And finally, while EM had photographs of the injuries taken while in the hospital, Jai refused. I can think of three possible reasons for this; either she just didn’t want to be photographed for personal reasons, she didn’t want to implicate FT as the stabber due to their mother/son relationship and the fact that it was most likely an accident, or she was afraid that EM would take any assistance to the police as an attack against him.

Day 2

    Today was mostly a wasted day. The jurors were ready by 8:30 but the first witness didn’t show until 9. We were brought out and a supposition of facts was read. In it it was revealed that the blue shirt, the one that was ripped and was FT’s, contained traces of blood that belonged to EM and one that belonged to a female. Jai must have refused DNA tests. Obviously it is believed that the female blood was hers.

    A nurse was called in but offered no new insight. Her role, I imagine, was just to prove that EM was definitely in the hospital. She counted the wounds to be 17 but when she gave locations, I must have missed one. I counted 16. She said two wound by one ear, one by the other. One on the head, five on the left shoulder, five on the left back, one on the arm and one on the hand.

    The only other thing to take away fro today is that once again, the male lawyer on the state side spoke and as he approached the nurse, he slammed into the partition right in front of me that made it vibrate. I’m not sure I mentioned it before, but this is the second time he has done this. It’s not that I’m looking for reasons to not like the guy, quite the opposite in fact. It’s just that he does so unapologetically. Maybe it’s a social awkwardness, I’m not sure.

    Completely unrelated, while the judge was reading from a page, I noticed a considerable amount of shaking. At first I thought it was a mild case of Parkinson’s but when I brought it up with the other jurors it was revealed that the judge was over 80. This was surprising. His skin seems so smooth; no wrinkles. As for his facial hair, I just assumed that he was a civil war reenactor in his down time, not that he actually lived through it. Naturally, that was an old man joke. In truth, I like the judge. So far he is my favorite player.

Day 3

    Today was all about the victim, Edward Mindy. His testimony revealed that he was married when he first met FT’s mother, Jai (whose first name is apparently Mignon). She knew of the relationship. At the start of their relationship, they lived alone. FT and his brother was in Africa and EM was helping Jai bring them to America.

    Once FT was here, it was revealed that there had been a growing number of problems with FT. He was sent to live with his uncle at one point and completely abandoned the next. As EM tells it, the defendant was smoking in the house, watching pornography, drinking, and being a general disruption to the other boys in the house. He compared FT to a nephew who was also very welcome in the household, JS.

    It was then revealed that Jai was having an affair and would stay out late. EM would argue about it with her. Oddly, FT had sent him a text that was directed to his mother in which FT called his mother a prostitute and generally attacked her character. It was EM’s testimony that he told FT not to talk to his mother like that. I presume, if this did happen, that FT’s goal was to elicit an emotional response from EM. In truth, it’s looking more and more likely that FT did in fact commit the stabbing. We have yet to hear from either Jai or FT himself so I’ll reserve any judgement until after.

    In regard to character, EM seems respectable and only trying to keep a calm house. The lines for both property and parenting is a bit hazy. They both seem to own the house, but it was stated that before that the house belonged to Jai. The attorney representing the defendant, a bully of a man when pitted against EM, had said before that Jai was angered with EM because he wasn’t contributing to the family. Based on the testimony, I didn’t see that to be true. No one argued the statement that EM was taking the one kid to soccer practice. For that reason, I can only assume he was doing his best to be a good parent.

    When FT was homeless - and I genuinely believe that EM thought FT was bouncing from house to house between other family members - he texted EM to ask to sit and discuss his return. When the text messages were read aloud, EM seemed genuinely eager to help under the condition that they first discuss it as a family and certain rules are established. EM tried to stress the fact that he was part of the family.

    During the defendant’s attorney’s time with the victim, he attacked, and yes, it was an attack, the victim trying to get him to admit that the reason he had a problem with FT was because he hadn’t gained control over all aspects of the issue. The attorney would try and force a selfish facade onto EM. The texts revealed too much of EM’s personality for me to believe that.

    On the night of the attack, EM said gave the following sequence of events; he was home all day until it was time to take one kid to soccer practice. The practice was called short on account of an approaching storm. He went home. At some point he stopped an argument between the two youngest over an issue about Pokemon cards. He sent them to their room as punishment for the argument. Jai got home around 8:30 even though she said she would be home by 4. They began to have an argument about Jai letting the kids out of their rooms. This argument escalated to include EM’s belief that the reason she was late was because she was with another man. When Jai wanted to push the argument, he backed off and went to the room saying that he didn’t want to argue that point with the kids around. Jai followed and locked the door to the master bedroom behind her. The argument escalated and Jai was in the attacking position. EM grabbed her hands and moved to get around her to leave the room. At this point, FT broke the door, rushed in, and began stabbing EM. He wrestled the knife away and FT fled outside. According to him, the knife was dropped in the bedroom. EM then walked down the hall, took his bloody shirt off by the island in the kitchen area, called 911 (confirmed by audio of the 911 call) and laid down on the couch. At some point someone had gotten him a towel, presumably Jai.

    It should be noted that there was some blood leading into the laundry room. EM says he did not go that way and I can only assume that the blood belonged to Jai. As of yet, Jai’s injuries have not been explained.

    Probably not worth mentioning, the defendant’s collar and lapel was not set this morning. His attorney must have noticed but did not address it. This leads me to believe that he, the attorney, sees the defendant as a job and not a person who should look well dressed in a formal setting.

    Possibly relevant is the fact that EM seems well educated and articulate. He knows what he should say and how he should say it. This isn’t proof of guilt, of course, but it is of note.

    As for wild speculation, it may be that Jai wanted EM’s money and conspired with FT who was the one to do the actual killing. I was hoping to see EM’s will to know if Jai was on it. Though now that I think of it, even if she wasn’t, their son would get everything and because he’s underage, it would go to her.

    And finally, there’s the puzzle of how the knife ended up on the island. The last place it was remembered to be was in the bedroom.

Day 4

    There are far too many redundancies in this case. Today several people were called in to accurately discuss the wounds sustained by EM and Jai. Aside from that, no new evidence was presented. What questions I had remain.

    I was surprised when the state rested. Essentially they declared their side of the case as done. As it is, I am leaning more to the state’s side. There appears to be a history of FT being a problem to the household; something the judge has stressed shouldn’t necessarily act as proof of guilt for this instance. The defence’s one move so far has been to show EM as a controlling man who will do what he has to to keep everyone in his life in line to the point of taking ownership for things that aren’t his. Based on what I’ve seen, this is far from the truth.

    Before I forget again, yesterday the defense read something out of a binder that the judge said would have to be marked. I’m not sure if it was. As of now, I have even forgotten what the document was. It could have been the email exchange between EM and Jai. I simply don’t remember. The court clerk said I should ask the judge about it during deliberation. I don’t think I’ll remember in the moment.

    At this time, I don’t think Jai wants to or will testify. I assume that because she cares for both parties she doesn’t want to condemn either of them. However, it has been revealed that she was sleeping around and while that doesn’t directly point to a lack of love for EM, it may. This is telling in that she won’t testify in favor of her son because she knows he committed the crime - and because she doesn’t outright hate EM, she won’t lie under oath against him.

    There are far too many possibilities. Yes, all signs point to FT having committed the crime and that he has held an animosity towards EM for a long while and that he has simply been hiding it; fangs behind a smile, if you will. But without FT or Jai up there talking, there’s no way of really knowing.

    I will say that yesterday, during EM’s testimony, I made sure to watch FT and noticed him staring, something he hasn’t done with the other witnesses. It wasn’t a simple listening to the recount, it was a stare. Not necessarily a death stare, but it’s clear FT wanted to hear what EM had to say. At one point FT shook his head in disagreement with what EM was saying.

    I really want to hear from Jai, know how she got her wounds, and whether it was her who moved the knife or if it was FT or if it was EM, absentmindedly.

    Ultimately, I wish they would stop with the redundancies. I guess the one piece of information of note that was received today was the fact that one wound had broken a rib. This is significant, as the trauma doctor and expert explained, because it was one of the first ribs located just under the neck. These are thicker bones and, more importantly, harder to break.

    It means that it is most likely that FT did the stabbing, which was never denied since the beginning but it takes away the possibility of Jai being the true attacker and everyone simply covering that up.

    With that, the only pertinent question was whether EM was abusive or not. I don’t think he was, but it can’t be ruled out yet. I’m waiting to hear what defense has to say next week.

Day 5

    Today was the long awaited testimony of Ms. Jai, corrected to Njie. Njie is the mother of the defendant. She made mention throughout her testimony to how controlling EM was. I have to say that hers is more believable than EM’s. Where EM had made a point to explain in detail the events, Njie’s was more chaotic. EM’s was straight forward; Njie was in a stance to attack and he held her hands when FT burst through the door and began stabbing his back. Njie’s was chaotic and more in line with an actual struggle for life. She fell a couple of times, couldn’t tell if what EM had was a knife or not, there was wrestling, she jumped on EM’s back, doesn’t quite remember how she got cut, etc.

    The point is, in a struggle, or rather, in the fights that I have been in, it’s easy to lose track of what happened. It would be easy for her to not remember what EM easily did. Now, it could be that EM was more aware because he was the one being aggressively attacked but I don’t believe so. I’ll list the HARD facts that helped develop my belief on the sequence of events.

    First, when Njie met EM, he had started a law firm, I believe it was his, but he could have simply joined one. By the end, he was out of work, meaning that he failed. This meant that he was being supported by the very woman he referred to as a prostitute (in their native tongue, “chuggar”). She was getting tired of his rule, first complying with his wishes then acting against him; he had lost control over the relationship. EM once removed FT’s door, a show of dominance - fitting that Karma had FT have to remove EM’s door to stop the attack. The knife was found on the kitchen island right next to EM’s bloodied shirt. This is a large indicator that it was EM who brought the knife into the kitchen.

    Soft facts; technically, EM’s initial law firm is a soft fact. There was no proof that he was actually going to work. Still, he wasn’t working at the end so even if he was pretending to go to work, my analysis stands. Njie had mentioned a lot on her culture. She explained that family comes first and youths were to do what the elders asked. To my belief this also means that a man’s voice has more weight than a woman’s. To the point, EM may have felt it was his right to command the family.

    When the cops came, EM had told Njie in their native language not to say anything. Are we to believe that the reason she didn’t (which we know she didn’t) was because he had told her not to? We would have to be convinced on how controlling he is. Unless more proof is given to his character, this will be difficult to determine. It was implied by Ms. Njie that EM’s threats continued until today. This cannot be developed and therefore must be assumed as hearsay and therefore irrelevant.

    There are several issues with her testimony. The first being on how she admitted to her raising FT - that she “spoiled him rotten.” One has to ask “how rotten? Rotten enough to commit murder for not getting what he wanted?”

    Second, she admitted to re-entering the residence after the life-threatening event to “change her clothes”. Who the hell would do that? I mean, she denied the forensic photographer pictures of the wound on her leg - something I feel is terribly important - because they were too close to her genitalia so she must be overly concerned with her appearances and embarrassment. Embarrassment, being the key; as she let EM stay as long as he did because she didn’t want to be embarrassed for being without a man; as she has testified.

    Third, nearly two and a half years later, at the initial court hearing, she ended up in a car with EM in a hotel parking lot where Njie’s new roommate, Rachel, was called in to mediate their interaction. Who, in their right mind would ever get into a car with the very same person she will testify tried to murder her and then commit suicide after (which is what she testified he was yelling at her)?

    The importance to her wound, which she indicated was on the inner thigh - the most important piece of evidence in my opinion - is this; INNER THIGH not outer. That is NOT a defensive wound. That wound could not have happened in a struggle. She would have been cut on the outer thigh, on her outer arms, on her hands, if she raised her hands at all, she could have been cut on her inner arms, or the sides of her chest, but the inner thigh? That’s insanely unlikely. That must have been a deliberate cut. As she stated, she doesn’t remember much about the fight. I believe that EM, with knife in his hand, held her throat and made the inner thigh his first cut; an area close to her genitalia, a symbol of sexual control. She was panicked and didn’t register it as she was gasping for air and trying to call out for help. No, this is the strongest indicator that she was attacked by EM and proof that I would make a great lawyer/detective; just sayin’.

    The next testimony was that of Rachel, Njie’s new roommate who mediated the meeting between Njie and EM. It was entirely pointless. For reals.

    And finally, the funniest moment for today was when State prosecutor was grilling Njie, and I mean she (the prosecutor) had her fangs out similar to how the defence attorney attacked EM. At one point, the defence objected and asked to approach the judge. I overheard him (the defence attorney) begin his objection when the lady state prosecutor said “hold on” to interject. The defence said “this is my objection, don’t tell me to hold on.” I laughed a bit and unfortunately Ms. Njie saw me. I felt guilty, considering her son is on trial for attempted murder and her testimony was full of tears. Still, though, it was funny.

    Also, on the subject of Njie, she is a truly beautiful black woman with a sense of class. Unfortunately, she decided to wear a wig that made her look Romulan.

Day 6

    Today the defence rested. It was after FT’s testimony. He was clearly nervous which is in line to his mother’s testimony that her son was timid at best. The defense lawyer made it known that FT stutters from time to time, which he did.

    One of the most surprising things FT said was that he did not break the door to get into the room. According to him, it was already broken. With evidence across the bedroom that it was, definitely broken in, this would mean that the mess was just left there for however long it has been. During Njie’s testimony she admitted to closing the door, but she kept saying that the door was broken before hand. It was believed that she was referring to the holes where previous locks had been; two above the current one, that is now broken. Now I feel she actually meant that the door had been broken into before. I’m nearly convinced that EM is a controlling man and probably a rapist as well, breaking in doors. She had testified in passing that he watched her sleep, standing over her. She said this in between questions and I didn’t mention it until now because it was not part of the questions asked. I will keep it only as a possibility but she may have been attacking EM’s character.

    I want to see that one image of the room near the diamond window. I believe that there was a dent in the wall. If there is one, this could have happened during the incident or beforehand and is proof of his temper.

    I will say that FT’s testimony does sit in line with what I initially believed; that FT couldn’t have broken that door open. I definitely believe it was EM.

    One of the thing the defence did was point out the plates of food. The one identified to be FT’s was chicken legs and rice. The defence lawyer then asked how the defendant eats his chicken legs; to which the defendant replies “Well, I’m Vegan now, but when I ate chicken legs, I ate it by hand” -indicating that no knife was needed.

    Tomorrow is summations, changes, and deliberations. If I am one of the 12 to deliberate I have to try and remember to look at all of the interior pictures. I’d be looking for plates of food in the bedroom - sans knife, the wall and possible dent (keeping in mind that it may have happened in the struggle), and anything else that may have been missed.

    I also want to see the medical records for Njie’s wounds. Hopefully they will give a more precise location of where the wound was.

    Either way, I’ve already decided my beliefs on the facts. Again, it all comes down to Njie’s wounds. I’m sure we will all agree that FT would never intentionally hurt his mother and vice versa. The must mean that it was a deliberate cut made by EM or, if it WAS an accidental cut, it would have had to happen when Njie was jumping on EM’s back. Either way, it is proof that EM had the knife in his hand at some point. In his testimony, he didn’t have the knife; FT was the sole attacker.

Day 7

    The dumbbell you stupid, stupid man! But first…

It is unfortunate to think that in the span of several weeks we were vetted, we listened to several versions of the same story, decided our beliefs on the facts; and now two of us will be chosen to step down as jurors. Their opinions used for nothing. I doubt they would let them stay in the audience if chosen to leave. How will the trial turn out? How would they know?

    Today was summations and the lists of charges - as read by the judge in a grudgingly slow pace. It’s funny that during the prosecutor’s summation she both broke my armchair thesis and gave me a whole new one.    

    I’m not sure I mentioned this, but I enjoy the old armchair detective radio programs from the ‘30s and ‘40s. Basically, the group of suspects take their case to the detective who is often in a parlor or a library, sipping some sort of cognac and smoking a cigar or pipe (though I don’t remember any with a cigarette). Detective Nero Wolfe was always my favorite.

    In these programs, a ton of evidence would be explained to Wolfe and at the end, he would sherlock himself and answer. It’s always a single piece of evidence that was the definitive proof. “Men empty your pockets, women overturn your purses” to quote Tim Curry from Clue.

    The point is the set-up is just like jury duty. We’re presented all this evidence and all we need is an anchor. Mine was the cut on Njie’s leg. It was so perfectly evident. Unfortunately, during the state’s summation, the lady lawyer explained that Miss Njie pointed to her inner leg when in fact it was the outer. During deliberations I found that the medical record was not admitted into evidence. I lost my case based on doubt.   

    However, a new piece popped up just as quickly as the last one left. The state prosecutor was flashing all the evidence and all the photos and she had brought out the one of the busted door. If you remember, this was always puzzling, even until the end when FT denied breaking in. In fact, one of the first thing I noted was that FT was too small to break down a door; having broken into abandoned buildings in my youth, I can attest that it took two of us kicking in roughly the same spot.   

    Then, there it was… That damned dumbbell. Mocking me. Here is a 10 pound weight just sitting in the middle of a hall. The family had a clutter, no doubt about that. But it was organized. It was in piles in corners and on tv stands. This weight was sitting right by the broken door.    

    The only one who testified that the door was broken into that day was EM. He heard Njie lock the door. He heard FT break it open and, as the defence pointed out in his summation, didn’t turn to see what the noise was.

    But why would it be there? Why a dumbbell? BECAUSE IT WAS USED AS A DOOR STOP!!!!!! The door had been broken for a while and they kept it shut with the weight. If it was a stop to keep the door open for air circulation, it would have been on the other side and farther up than it actually was. It is in the perfect place to prove that it was pushed aside when FT opened the door.

    I was smiling. Actively, in the middle of her summation. I had to jolt myself out of looking like I just cracked the case. But the feeling was empowering.Too bad it didn’t last.

    After the judge trudged through all of the charges and what each of them meant and what factors were required to be fulfilled, and the repetition of several definitions, we deliberated.

    I was ready. I voted Not Guilty to all charges on account of EM being a lying bastard who was hungry for control and possibly sexually abused Njie. My mind was made up and everyone agreed. Except one… And with their statement, another joined. The two couldn’t see how a knife just appeared in EM’s hand. They believe that FT MUST have brought it in from the kitchen and therefore, it was premeditated.    

    My jaw dropped. They had a point, they did. But there was no proof. By law, the defendant is innocent unless proven without a reasonable doubt to be guilty. But the one defendant has “a feeling” that it must have happened a certain way.

    In truth, there is no way of knowing. Maybe FT did bring that knife in. Maybe EM brought his plate into the room, but brought it back out before the cops came, or most likely, the knife was always in that clutter of a room. The fact that we don’t know proves that there is, in fact a reasonable doubt. Whether they want to define it as such or not.

    I then challenged EM’s credibility by explaining that his testimony as farce from the moment FT “broke down the door.” I used the dumbbell. i was met with a bunch of un-enthusiastic “yeahs” and the one who wanted to plead guilty came back with a “that wasn’t presented by the lawyers.” Like that matters!!! It’s proof! So what if they didn’t say it! I did!

    I’ve watched as the fat prosecutor dropped two pens, a thumb drive, and a post-it, the last of which he acknowledged and decided not to pick up. I can tell you that the defendant has three dress socks; striped blue, blue, and black! I flat out told you that there were fifteen seats in a fourteen person jury room! I HAVE been paying attention. You’re going to deny me a crucial observation because I didn’t list it in front of the judge while wearing a tie?

    At this time, we decided to call it a day; leaving me without the armchair reveal. I am so terribly frustrated and I don’t believe I’m allowed to bring in any notes on what to say to this person. This is torture. Luckily, there’s those in the room who are more even tempered than I am and can articulate their positions better than I can.

    I’m hoping this ends tomorrow. I’ve run out of good clothes to wear.

    It’s 1:20. I can’t sleep. I have to remember to look at the bedroom pics again. I want proof that EM was in fact sleeping there. I think Njie testified that she was in one room and he was on the other side of the house. This would explain why there were those locks removed and why he had to break down the door. She never gave him a key. I really believe he is a sexual predator.

“ He would come in and watch me sleep” Ms Njie said this in passing. Come in from where? Was he not sleeping in that bed? Also, I have to remind them that James Saho had a room not located on the floor plan. Were there other areas of the house not shown on the floor plan?

Day 8

    Today was a travesty. Our foreman/woman was sick yesterday and today she was out entirely. Her position was forfeit and one of the alternatives was selected to join. This woman voted for a guilty verdict. Those of us who voted Not Guilty; our hearts collectively dropped. Not only did we now have to start all over, but the ratio shifted from 10 of 12 to 9 of 12. We were further from agreement because of it.

    In addition to this level of suckage, because our foreperson had left, it fell to me, juror number 2; fitting for my account, I suppose. But to be honest, I have a tendency to raise my voice. To say it bluntly, I am short-tempered. I’ve been working on my anger for a long while now and have made a lot of headway. But here, in this terribly inescapable situation, I was forced to keep everyone level headed. How am I supposed to do that? I was shouting. I yelled. I tried not to raise my voice unless it was to gain control of the conversation, but I did yell at them. I’ll have to remember to apologize tomorrow.

    Things heated up, people were in tears and many of us wanted to just write the note saying that we cannot agree. Which we ultimately did. The judge read my note. He explained that he needed a confirmation note. We were ushered back into the small, now claustrophobic, and terribly hot room of the deliberation room.

    Maybe it was guilt, but we agreed to give it one more day. I doubt it will do any good.

Day 9

    I have on the warmest dress clothes I own. It is over 70 degrees outside. I have nothing else to wear for my final day (part 3). The road I would take is closed so I had to go the long way. I checked with my GPS and it said I should get there with 10 minutes to spare. I decided that was enough time to grab breakfast and some munchkins for the group. I was wrong. I called the court clerk and told her I was on my way, rushed up the stairs, and into the small room. I apologized extensively before realizing that I was not the last one there. At least there’s that, right?   

    Deliberation began as expected. I forced myself not to say anything right away and instead focused on being the foreman, rather than someone with an opinion. When things became heated, we all agreed to take a five minute break. At this time, I apologized to the disagreers for my raised yelling at them yesterday.

    I explained to them, at some point, that I think they were wrong to have come into the deliberation room with their minds made up. We as a group were supposed to decide the facts, not individually. One of them seemed receptive, the other had shut down.

    One of the jurors, a very well spoken man who could contain his temper better than I could, asked that we slowly go over every event of the incident in the effort to gain traction and move from there. Although I truly believed that these two - oh, I should mention that we managed to persuade one of them, he agreed that self defense had become a possibility, and in fact a probability which added to our side of the ratio - but I believed that these other two were not about to change their mind, it was pretty clear. And I say that because they were unwilling to offer proof to their claim. In reality, I believe it boiled down to them not wanting to be wrong.

    However, this well spoken juror had a plan and I believed that if anything could work, a breakdown of everything we listened to for the past several weeks would be it. I pushed for it. It seems it was too late. People were talking over each other and it was clear that these two “didn’t want to be treated like a child” with our slow breakdown.

    One person lashed out at them and I was quick to try and quell it. I failed. Arguments broke out and everything became personal attacks. My voice was not loud enough to quiet the anger and frustration in that room.

    We had to write the note saying that we could not agree. Luckily, that same well spoken man and a few others asked me to include the fact that we couldn’t agree on five of the seven charges. Here, in hindsight, that was a brilliant move.

    Had we left it as a general disagreement, no progress towards the ruling would have been made, but since we did, the judge agreed to rule those two charges out.

    The first charge was the largest; attempted murder. We all agreed that Francis Thomas did not go into the bedroom with the intent to kill Edward Mendy.

This was where the largest part of our disagreement came from. One side argued that FT did go in to cause bodily harm but not to kill. The rest of us agreed that it either was or could possibly have been self defense or the defense of his mother. And how they couldn’t see that is beyond me, again, one of them clearly shut down whether they wanted to admit it or not.

The second was to Terroristic Threats. This was a no brainer. There was no proof of any threats.

Still, as the new foreman, it was to me to read our verdict (do you see why I was so concerned with my appearance?). I had to walk into that courtroom, look the defendant in the eyes, look at his mother in the eyes, and try to hide my personal sense of failure for not ruling on the other five.

I looked to the judge. He asked me what charges we did agree upon. “Your honor, we have come to an agreement on count one; Attempted Murder” Now I was focused on the page, but after walking out at the end of the day I came across our remaining alternative who said that when I said that, the defence lawyer pumped his fist in victory. Continuing, I then told the judge “and on the sixth count of Terroristic Threats.”

“On the first count, how did the jury decide?”   

“Our verdict is Not Guilty.” We all heard the defendant’s mother break into tears. I looked over and almost lost my own composure. I went back to focus on the pages in my hand. The judge them polled all of us to confirm our ruling. When we all agreed, not guilty, he moved onto the sixth count. I noticed that after I read “Not Guilty,” he didn’t poll us. I imagine the court was satisfied regardless.

We were then dismissed and I had drinks with two of the jurors. One of them, he may have been the youngest of us, I knew was a very passionate man towards this case. he had that younger sense of righteousness that I admittedly have lost. At times his overly sense of justice irked me. When I, as foreman, was trying to gain control of circular arguments or disputes, he would attack me to let them finish. His reasoning was sound, I agree. I imagine he felt as I did; that a ratio of 10 to 2 would make our pushing the disagreers to change their mind would make it seem like an attack and by my trying to quiet them I was, in essence, invalidating them and taking away their right to voice their opinion. He was right, and I was not trying to do that. My only goal was to keep people from the point of name-calling and yelling, that we reached yesterday. I feel I was largely successful today, mostly because it only took us half the day to decide that nothing else was going to change.

The other juror only had coffee. I had a fondness for her as we had walked with each other to the parking lot down down the road and would vent some frustrations between each other. It was fitting to sit there with her and vent one last time before agreeing that since the largest charge of attempted murder was solved, if the case wasn’t entirely dismissed and would go to retrial, the leg work was done to find the defendant not guilty on the remaining charges.

I had not expected all of this to happen. I did not expect to walk away with a new cluster of friends. I certainly wasn’t expecting to be surrounded by so many strong emotions from my fellow jurors. This truly was an experience - and one I hope everyone has at least once in their life.

Hey so I known you don't particularly ship bellarke, but what do you think of the bellarke/kabby parallels? I'm only asking because I'm curious to see what the other side of the fandom thinks?

I actually do ship Bellarke!  Kabby is my #1 but I’ve always been invested in Clarke and Bellamy’s relationship.  I have very strong opinions about Kabby/Bellarke parallels and have talked about this at LENGTH on Meta Station, where @reblogginhood, my co-host and best friend, is a ride-or-die Bellarke shipper, so most of the time I feel like I have dual citizenship through Erin (and vice versa, since the Kabby fandom loves her too).  We both love both those ships, and we both love all four of those characters, just in rearranged order, and we like to yell about this a LOT.

I’ve meta’d on this before a number of different times, but I’m too lazy to go back and dig up old posts, so here goes.

First of all, if you are a Bellarke shipper (are you a Bellarke shipper? Am I reading this ask correctly?  HELLO FROM THE OTHER SIIIIIIIIIIDE), the most important thing I want to say in aid of positive fandom-to-fandom relations is that the phrase “Kabby/Bellarke parallels” has begun to elicit a knee-jerk primal scream reaction among Kabby shippers over the past few months, since we regularly find the Kabby tag full of posts that either describe Kabby as the “old” version of Bellarke, or that it only exists to pave the way for Bellarke, or that the parallels that exist (and they do exist, and we’ll get to that in a second) essentially make Kane and Abby metaphors instead of people who only exist in the narrative to shed light on Bellarke instead of being their own characters with value and storylines of their own.  Articles or blog posts highlighting the things that make Kabby special to Kabby shippers will get reblogged with someone saying “if you change the names, it’s about Bellarke!” or with lengthy meta about how Bellarke had that thing first or that the Kabby version of some particular moment or symbol or metaphor or visual cue or phrase only exists because it will become MORE important later, when it’s attached to Bellarke. 

So I’m frustrated because I love this ask, I love getting this question, I love talking about the relationship among these four characters, but also it’s hard - as you can imagine - to feel like we’re told over and over again that the things we feel make our ship, and these two characters, really special to us, don’t really matter on their own merits.  

Anyway, I’m saying that both A) so the Kabby fandom, where we are perpetually having this conversation, knows MOM’S ON IT, and B) so that you as a Bellarke shipper who seems delightful and asked a great question has some context for why sometimes other asks or posts about this - which aren’t phrased as nicely as yours was - receive a negative response or make Kabby shippers upset.  I think the context is important here, because this has been a BIG thing in our world of late and we’re all a little thin-skinned about it right now.

Okay but that being said LET’S MOVE ON TO THE FUN PART AND TALK ABOUT CHARACTER PARALLELS BECAUSE I LOVE CHARACTER PARALLELS AND I THINK ABOUT THESE ONES ALL THE TIME AND I’M FULL OF OPINIONS AND YOU ASKED FOR THEM SO YOU’RE GONNA GET ‘EM

oh wait I found another post where I already did this STILL GONNA YELL ABOUT IT THOUGH, MY HOUSE MY RULES

Okay so FIRST OF ALL let me just real quick BLOW YOUR MIND with my Kabby/Bellarke parallels theory, which is that the REAL parallel is Abby/Bellamy vs. Clarke/Kane and everyone else has it backwards. 

I think the easy, default place most people go to when we talk about this is to contrast Kane and Bellamy - the self-doubting, tortured, wannabe martyrs who carry the weight of every sin on their shoulders well past the point of reason - with Abby and Clarke - the resourceful mother and daughter who never give up and will drag all of humanity kicking and screaming to their salvation if it’s the LAST THING THEY FUCKING DO.  And I think there’s a lot of interesting character stuff to be mined there, for sure; I think Kane and Bellamy’s parallel redemption arcs are some of the best stuff they’ve done in the whole series (until 3A Bellamy regressed back to an asshole but let’s skip past that for the moment), illustrating the way that for both of them, the Culling was really a turning point where they realized that they will forever carry the burden of having been complicit in that massive loss of innocent life (Bellamy for throwing away Raven’s radio and Kane for not waiting like Abby asked him to) which could have been prevented if they had listened to the Griffins.  It’s beautifully executed, even in S1 when these two characters have never interacted onscreen, and it ramps up even more in S2 where we see them meet and immediately butt heads with each other before in S3 developing a real partnership.  (Which then got torn to shreds.  I’m still bitter over 3A Kellamy  I’M GONNA NEED A HUG IN S4 JASON DO U HEAR ME) (I mean I need Kane to hug Bellamy, not like I’m requesting a hug from Jason, TO BE CLEAR).  And I think the mother/daughter parallels are drawn beautifully as well, especially in S1 where we see Abby on the Ark and Clarke on the ground filling similar roles and working towards the same goal, barreling through the opposition however they must.

BUT.  If we’re talking about which characters are MOST SIMILAR, then I think you CANNOT get away from the reality that the parallels are actually gender-flipped.

Clarke has a lot of her mom in her, clearly, as well as a lot of her dad.  But she’s not actually the kind of leader her mom is.  She’s the kind of leader Kane is.  Abby and Bellamy are the ones with the crowd charisma and the stubborn recklessness; Clarke and Kane are the cool-headed, deliberate strategic thinkers.  Bellamy and Abby have quick minds and no fear and will do absolutely anything, no matter how insane, to protect the people they love.  You can map, beat-for-beat, so many of the things Bellamy does for Octavia onto the things Abby does for Clarke, and vice versa.  Abby sneaking the kids out the back door with guns in the middle of the night to go find Clarke? Bellamy would do that in a second.  Bellamy sneaking onto the dropship to make sure Octavia doesn’t go to earth unprotected?  ABBY AF.  They both begin the show as people who are fiercely focused on keeping the person they love most safe, and it makes them blind to ancillary consequences.  Bellamy will fight anyone.  Abby will tell any lie.  There is no such thing as too far, when the person you love is at stake.  WE know Abby’s hope that the kids are alive is borne out by fact, but NO ONE ELSE ON THE ARK KNOWS THAT.  From Kane’s point of view, she’s being as unreasonable and reckless as Clarke thinks Bellamy is when she yells at him about the radio.  Or think about Abby sneaking Bellamy and Finn out the back door with guns to go hunt for Clarke, even knowing she would get in trouble for it.  You know who else would do THAT EXACT SAME THING in those circumstances?  BELLAMY BLAKE.  I bet they cooked up that scheme together off-camera.  So what I think is interesting for both of them is how their circle expands over the course of three seasons to change the way they are as leaders, and the ways in which their recklessness is tempered by their leadership partners. 

I’m fascinated by the relationship between Clarke and Kane, and I hope we get more of it in S4.  I heard rumblings that they go together to find Kenza, the Nightblood scout, and I’m hoping we get a lil’ dad/daughter road trip bonding, because I think they have a really strong connection and they share a similar leadership brain.  Where Abby and Bellamy are quick and passionate and make snap decisions, Clarke and Kane are more calculating.  They’re thinking in the big picture and the longer term.  Floating 300 people to save the whole Ark, and irradiating the residents of Mt. Weather to save all the Sky People, are identical decision-making processes; not everyone can live, someone is going to have to die, so how to we map out the most effective path where the fewest of my people die as possible for maximum survival?  Whereas there’s nothing Bellamy wouldn’t burn to the ground to save Octavia.  Leadership isn’t PERSONAL for Clarke and Kane, not right off the bat.  It’s about the numbers.  It’s about as many people as possible surviving.  And so sometimes you have to let the bomb fall on Tondc, because letting those people die is the only way to give your own people the chance to live, even though Abby “there has to be another way” Griffin finds that notion so appalling she can hardly even recognize her daughter in that moment.  But you know who understood it immediately, and didn’t judge her?  Kane.  Kane and Abby’s scene underground in 2x13 is such a beautiful, crucial moment in their relationship, but it’s also the moment the show really begins to lean in on this idea that Kane can see Clarke more clearly than Abby can, because she’s Abby’s baby girl and Abby is still trying to protect her from harm - including from the harm of having to make, and then face the consequences of, terrible decisions.  But Kane is the one who tells Abby not to diminish either Clarke or Lexa’s leadership skills just because they’re young.  Kane is the one who calmly talks Clarke down when they’re trying to figure out who poisoned Lexa’s drink, using the same kind of coolheaded, rational language we can easily imagine Clarke using to one of the delinquents if the shoe was on the other foot.  And so it makes perfect sense that it would be Clarke and Kane who make the strategic decision, together, that Skaikru joining the Grounder Alliance is the smartest long-term tactical decision - a notion we see that Abby and Bellamy don’t like, because they, emotional thinkers that they are, still haven’t forgiven Lexa or decided they can trust her again.

I’m really interested in where the lines end up getting drawn in S4, but it definitely seems to me, from the bits and pieces we’ve seen and heard, that Clarke has some kind of crazy-ass save-the-world plan that other people think is too reckless or too dangerous or will have too high a casualty rate, and that the group sort of divides itself into factions based on who is willing to get on board and who is resisting (or just giving up and waiting to die).  And it does seem, from the trailer, that Kane and Abby are using the same language Clarke is using.  We’ve also heard that Bellamy and Clarke are back as a power duo again, so my guess is he’ll be on the squad too.  So what I’m really excited about, because we’ve never really had this before, is the four of them working together as a co-leadership team.  I want to see Chancellor Kane and Ambassador Clarke negotiating with Roan and Luna.  I want Abby and Bellamy working together in Arkadia to convince their people to go along with Clarke’s plan.  I want Clarke and Abby to talk about Lexa and Jake, about how you go on with a hole in your heart and how to grieve and heal.  I want Kane and Bellamy to talk through all the things that happened in S3, how Bellamy almost got Kane executed because he stopped trusting him, how ALIE made Kane almost murder Bellamy in cold blood, and where they go from here.  I want us to see the parallel relationship dynamics - the big-hearted, loving Griffins who are used to giving and receiving affection reaching out to the isolated protector men who are still getting used to the idea that they have a place they belong and people who care about them. 

TO CONCLUDE: Abby is Bellamy and Clarke is Kane and they’re a big beautiful leadership power squad family and I love them all with my whole heart THANK U AND GOODNIGHT

WWEm - A Facekick Says a Thousand Words

Welcome back to WWEm. Just to remind you, this is my daughter Emma (hence the amazing pun in the title) watching WWE matches and commenting on them. At length. With swear words. You can also catch her on Twitter as @Waruce, although this is usually during a PPV.

Transmission dates: 21/22 August 2017

Guess who's back

back again

daniel's back

(also em)

yeah, i've been sitting on that intro for a while

but yes, i am returned from the abyss of doing other things

so it feels like a good time for some MONDAY AFTERNOON RAW!

(i said i was caught up, not punctual)

so yeah, this is summerslam go-home week

if you didn't watch summerslam, it was p good

and none of this will make sense to you

opening with paul and brock, just to remind us all that bouncy mcdickchest is still champion

except you can't see the dickchestiness because he's wearing an ugly merch vest

and trousers, which looks really weird on brock

the man should not wear human clothes

while he bounces in the ring, enjoy this slideshow from sunday

including braun killing brock with all tables available, which was fucking hilarious

but hey, at least roman got pinned

audience response to brock is mixed, but everyone loves a suplex city chant

paul begins to talk, we all drown in smug

it always makes me laugh when paul insists on "undisputed", when every fucker's challenging for it

and he wants us to see a ppv match as some kind of assault orchestrated by a shadowy conspiracy

if the best shadowy machination you can come up with is to give someone a marquee match at the second biggest ppv of the year, you need your shadowy conspiracy card revoked

paul is somehow managing to spin brock as some kind of heroic underdog

i like my underdogs STANDING THE FUCK STILL

paul mentions the fact that brock pinned roman, biggest pop yet

we can all unite under the banner of 'fuck that guy'

paul mentions ufc, enjoy that legal action

at least paul manages to get through his spiel before BRAAAAAAAAAAAAUN

he's a sadistci giant, but at least he's polite

and the crowd love him even more than brock

goes for a chokeslam, then just kicks him in the face and powerslams him instead

a facekick says a thousand words

entire wwe universe put on notice, take a really big shot

by which i mean like a box of wine

and now this tangent has made me imagine a wine bong

ew

braun dramatically lifts the belt, but stomps off without it

still so respectful

brock lies in the ring, swears directly into the camera

keep it classy, dude

up next, enzo/cass in a street fight

after this myc advert

ooh, the first episodes should be out today

gonna watch the shit out of that

also before we do anything, have a mania-style slideshow with a fuck-off huge black bar at the bottom for whatever reason

slideshow of summerslam, to clarify

not just vince's holiday pics

aaaaaaaand i'm back to ew

image of the day: vince mcmahon bonging a box of wine

and now we get an announce team recap of brock/braun from five fucking minutes ago

finally on to the next segment, here's cass

and i still dislike that they changed his music again

this is super generic

i liked the weird-ass electronica he had going on before

why the fuck did i say electronica there?

industrial

i am so on form

and now this slideshow reminds me that enzo taking his clothes off and buttering himself out of a shark cage wasn't some kind of fever dream

the fuck was that match about

and here comes enzo

does his intro, cass stands in the ring smirking like the fuck is up with this guy

enzo starts a diss track on cass having an education, for some reason

by contrast, enzo claims he grauduated "magnum come larder" from the school of hard knocks

here comes the bit where enzo waxes lyrical about their youth together

daniel, cue the soft-focus flashback

enzo says this is where the story ends, which is good because it can't go to much more

enzo leaves, then returns with a shopping trolley full of random objects

cass comes up the ramp as enzo ineffectually throws things at him, ref goes fuck it and rings the bell

enzo tries to kendo stick cass, gets the shit beaten out of him in return

yeah, like i say, we don't need more on this angle of 'cass beats small man into paté'

back in the ring, cass gives enzo a chair like he's bray wyatt or something

enzo gets up, kick to the face

coming back from the break, enzo is still dying on the floor

important ad break recaps of enzo getting beaten to shit

enzo crawls for the chair, cass kicks him to death, repeat

asshole chants predominate

corey drops a martin shkreli reference, cos that's just how he rolls

enzo bullfights cass out of the ring, because we need some kind of futile hope spot

dramatic crawl to the chair, just as he gets it cass stomps on it with his hand in

that spot was cool when cedric alexander did it

cass is, however, selling a leg injury from the spill to the outside enormously hard

calls for a medic, ref throws the x as enzo flails with the chair as the ref gives zero fucks

slomo replay of him hitting the outside

nasty bump, but that injury feels really worked

enzo dances with a fan, end thing

later tonight, sasha turns up

and here's a slideshow of people tweeting about her

but now here's emma, who's pissed about sasha being alive and her not getting the title shot

berating dana for everything being her fault

starts badmouthing nia, who is of course right behind her

they've got a match next

nia is unimpressed

but first, an ad for tomorrow night's smackdown in the aftermath of shane being laughably unqualified to be a ref

but now, here's nia

she's not like most internalised misogyny

nia really needs to work out what ring poses she's going for in her entrance and commit

seems super halfhearted

but here's emma, so i'm happy with the music

tbh, i love both of these

emma starts on the offence, nia is just like what are you trying to achieve

corey calls booker out on saying things that don't make sense, distracting the announce team from calling nia pinning emma

well that happened

up next, elias [SURNAME]

which cole is unreasonably excited about

and here he strums

why did he fucking lose his last name and nickname at the same time

now his intro just has his one-word name three times

apparently he stared into the eclipse and now can see everything so incredibly clearly

is elias samson a superhero

says he has a song about r-truth, starts doing an acoustic version of his rap before giving up and doing his trademark country-styled smack talk

berates the crowd for clapping along

he clearly has so much fun with this role

and here's truth

great

real top of the card angle right here

cole berates booker for not using his mic correctly

seriously, announce crosstalk seems to be the flavour of the night

almost talk over the pin again

quick win for elias

cole loves elias, booker likes truth, corey's just like fuck both these assholes

christ, i forgot the shie were tag champs

up next, kurt angle has yet another announcement for us

some of these slideshow shots are p great

credit to the staff photographers

but here comes an olympic hero, luxuriating in thousands of people lovingly telling him he sucks

apparently he has a surprise for us

on "the monday night raw"

oh, it's just cena

that could be more surprising tbh

with the whole free agent thing, i'm waiting for him to turn up on nxt

and have sanity eat his heart

booker calls him a prime time player

i feel titus worldwide might have something to say about this

cena commences to work the crowd like a champ

is there such a thing as crowdworkrate?

this is the most disorganised crowd

can't even lining up duelling cena chants

he calls the crowd out on booing at super illogical places

apparently he's here to get face to face with a certaint [sic] wwe superstar

here comes roman

i want cena to just be like no, i mean brock

fuck off, dude

cole claims it's deafening in the barclays, the crowd are clearly quiet as fuck

half of them clearly can't be bothered to even boo roman

i seriously want there to be a FUCK THAT GUY chant

you both suck chant begins

close enough

aww, roman is who cena wanted

dang

roman commences super lame smack talk

in which he tries to intimidate john fucking cena

cena stands there like do you know who i am

according to the audience, he's the undertaker

get on topic, crowd

cena loses the shirt, faces off, and...here's the miz

has bo stolen ariya daivari's gold jacket

signs point to yes

miz calls the venue "the barsgays"

cena stops him, corrects him, says "Marbles out of mouth, speak. Continue."

i have to pause the show to giggle

i love modern self-aware cena

but seriously, can nobody speak english today

miz commences to run sarcastic hype for this angle

like seriously, do these two need more exposure

says barclays every other sentence to make a point

miz is suddenly the face of the universe

easiest face heat ever, cutting on these two

oh, and here comes miz being angry about having the shittest timeslot at summerslam

really needed addressing

miz unites the crowd in saying fuck cena, he's like welp guess i'll go

miz stops him so he can shout at him for turning his segments into a joke

and now shout at the crowd for being fickle bastards

every time miz mentions his title, bo is standing behind him just pointedly pointing at the belt

and back to miz ranting about the respect he doesn't get

you deserve it chants fill the room

cena's like welp the people have spoken let's do the main event

miz/minion v cena/roman

roman's like um what

miz is like this is not how me getting a moment works

but now, here comes the WOMP

and also its earthly herald, samoa joe

time for some incredibly well-spoken smack

joe's like i support this idea in theory, but i'll be miz's partner because i hate both these tools

talks to roman, predominating chant is you're his bitch

brooklyn keeping it creative

goes to talk to cena, just punches him in the face instead

cue 6-man brawl

in which joe goes for a coquina clutch on cena and roman punches him off

and then long awkward faceoff between cena and roman as the miztourage slink away and joe rants backwards up the ramp

you both suck chants still very much a thing

but now, adverts for sasha, seth and dean all being here tonight

good to know

exterior shot of the barsgays

shockingly, kurt has approved that tag match

and we come back from the break into an 8-man cruiserweight tag, because fuck giving that division room to breathe

dar/nese/gulak/daivari v ali/alexander/swann/metalik

i do love metalik's slingshot arm drag thing

and ali's...well, everything

daivari goes for a hot tag to noam, he's just like nah you're alright mate

so tony nese comes in instead to play the ab counting game

the crowd are far more interested in their mexican wave than this match

fuck you, brooklyn

cole references tony nese's 12-pack, because apparently he slept through the counting game

thank you, corey

and lumbar check to nese for the pin

good match, but clearly nobody in brooklyn gave a shit

still a great finisher

i love that the replays don't have to fuck with the video speed, because it is as brutal as it looks

but now, here's charly with neville

who has regained the ability to focus on objects now he's got his shiny belt back

oh, but not while he's talking

some good middle-distance work there

calls tozawa a pathetic japanese punk and titus a flesh-eating parasite

seems a little over

starts telling us that there's a word for people like that where he comes from, tails off before he can tell us what it is

the suspense

titus and tozawa turn up, challenge for a rematch, leave

up next, the shie

after this slideshow

and this scene of kurt and his son

jj wants a match

with more than a dozen people watching this time

he wants finn

i approve, kurt does under suffrance

but now, the tag champs

they enter separately, no shield entrance yet

BURN IT DOWWWWWWWWN is very over

so are these guys in general

they're getting very philosophical about their reunion and the nature of friendship and belief

and seth invites all of brooklyn to a party

that seems impractical

they call out a challenger, brooklyn starts the delete chant even before the music drops

nobody loves this music more than jeff

matt kicks off with a creepy goat laugh

as you do

they congratulate seth and dean, do enough broken stuff to stay the most over people in the ring

they challenge for a match, seth is just like wow we're huge fans

matt's accent is slowly slipping back

they call for a ref, this is apparently a thing

so of course, this is where we break for a smackdown advert

and we come back as the bell rings

cole takes four tries to say the word 'seriousness’

professional

shot of the kkb watching this match in their massive army jackets

guys, you're not actually in this match, you could maybe wear real clothes and sit the hell down

seth and dean do a baseball slide/frog splash combo like fuck you street profits

matt does a dropkick through the ropes with no exit strategy, briefly tangles himself in them

some hot tags later, we've got matt and dean matching each other shamble for shamble

matt throws dean and seth out of the ring, tags jeff for poetry in motion over the ropes

dean pulls seth out of the way of a whisper in the wind, jeff has the ugliest landing

dean gets jeff in a weird leg trap anaconda vice thing, because that's apparently a move he does

and now just starts repeatedly throwing seth at jeff

shockingly, the third one ends poorly

jeff 'lands' a whisper in the wind, mostly just kills himself

matt does the turnbuckle mash/bulldog thing, even corey makes a broken reference

blind tag lets seth and dean do a really nice spinebuster/sling blade combo for a nearfall

throw both hardyz out of the ring, then suicide dive them both, because apparently jeff's jumpoffallthethingsitis is contagious

matt spinebusts seth on the apron, outsmarts dean by having ever watched one of his matches

at least until dean crotches him on the top rope

goes for dirty deeds off the top rope, the announce team get too excited

blind tag lets the hardyz set up for a swanton

dean gets the knees up, which seems dangerous as fuck

and kingslayer into dirty deeds for the pin

pan out to the kkb like how the fuck did they do that what's the deal with these shitweasels

and now let's have another recap of brock from earlier

because we needed to see him again

what am i saying, we get to see braun kill him again

makes me giggle

oh, first confirmed match for no mercy

brock/braun for the title

shock

actually, i think the first match was that advert vs all our minds

but now, we're backstage with the miztourage and samoa joe with a towel on his head

miz congratulates joe on joining the miztourage

joe is not impressed

shuts miz up, establishes a very loud game plan

tells miz to "do...that annoying unorthodox thing you do in the ring"

hey, anyone want an ad for season 2 of total bellas

well, you're getting it anyway

wait, you can't see this

it's just me being subjected to it

dang

another myc advert

so hype

but now we have sasha

as promised, she is indeed in this ring

well, she's in the building

god, i'd forgotten her dilophosaurus coat from summerslam

was not the best look

thankfully, she's back to real clothes

gets ambivalent cheers for being from boston but somehow having become a brooklyn homegirl

does a brief tribute to ric

i'm amazed it took us until the thrid hour of the show to get one

weird glitch in the video where sasha briefly turned into finn bálor and jason jordan

unconventional angle

but now we're back, and here's alexa to interrupt

and be smug despite having lost

cool jacket though

calls sasha out on the fact that she has never been able to defend the belt

sasha wants her to do her rematch now

seems unlikely

oh hey, she said no

because brooklyn don't deserve it

but we're having it next week

wherever we are next week should be grateful

oh, memphis

apparently they deserve it

i'd love to see alexa's criteria

but now, here comes jason

to a very slight remix of his shitty music

new tron, but that was hardly the problem

this version sounds like it was played on actual instruments

slideshow time again

reminding us all how awesome shinsuke's violinist is

but now, here's finn

back in human form

not that i'm complaining

does the arms

bell rings, commence some of the fastest chain wrestling you've ever seen

apart from you, dude who watches njpw matches at double speed on youtube

i see you

jason goes for the handshake, finn kicks him in the gut

makes sense, tbf

this crowd is so fucking cold for like the last hour and a half

what's up, brooklyn

did you all come to takeover and summerslam and now you need sleep

i like to think that people just live in their seats in the barsgays for four days

jj has turned serious thanks to finn's ungentlemanly conduct

gets finn in his butterfly lock for a while, which as always looks like he's really obviously not pulling as hard as he can cos he could probably dislocate someone's shoulders quite easily if he wanted to

finn appeals to his club peeps, uses their power to kick a dude in the head a bunch

p sure i've seen that anime

are the crowd doing a fucking beachball chant again

someone get cesaro

and also a new audience

straps come down, finn does a really nice powerslam counter, gets punched in the head, pele kick to down both of them

so jj just picks finn up and starts running him into all the corners

slingblade into a really ugly corner dropkick

people need to stop standing so far from the corner

and coup de grace for the pin, because while we might be pushing jj, it's not to the extent where he can actually get a win

but next, main event time

after this trailer for birth of the dragon

which i hear is racially tone-deaf as fuck

i mean, i have no more information than that, but it's a wwe production, so i kind of assume it's racist unless i hear otherwise

and yet another smackdown ad

and one for the women's title match next week and the cruiserweight title match on 205

but after allllllll that, here's the miz

and this brooklyn crowd, like so many crowds, has no idea of the timing to miz's intro

apparently miz caused chris pratt and anna faris to break up

huge if true

and enter 120% of your daily WOMP

and a cena

corey's excited because apparently he's never called a cena match before

doesn't seem like such an achievement

the announce team finally tell ric to get well

boos erupt even before roman's entrance starts

oh, so now you wake up

match starts in the advert break, cos eh

it's not like this match is going to be particularly scintillating

cena is actually shouting at the crowd about the beachball

gets asshole chants, corey shouts "Lazarus is risen from the dead!"

sure, why not

it's one of those episodes

oh, and now we're doing the wave again

announce team like lol, fans are having fun

but they're also not watching the fucking match

cena keeps getting distracted playing with the crowd

miz gets the opportunity for a finale, cena sells it as well as he does anything

joe tags in to just punch john in the face a bunch

miz gets a nearfall off the fluffiest top rope axe handle you've ever seen

and crotches himself when cena dodges a bronco buster

does miz even usually do bronco busters?

or was that just added for the comedy crotch pain spot

(i'm going for the latter)

roman goes for a superman punch, joe counters into an uranage because roman runs at approximatel 0.003 mph

miz gets roman out of the ring, distracts the ref as bo punches him

if you're getting taken out by a clothesline by bo dallas, you should maybe reconsider your career choices

joe gets roman in a trap claw that's less a rest hold than a hiatus hold

i lookd away for a second, so apparently joe has magically transformed into miz

cena hot tags in, does his five moves

so joe just stands in the way of the 5ks setup

roman tries to intervene, accidentally superman punches cena

and this is how friendship ends

acquaintanceship, at least

miz spends forever setting up for a finale on cena, cena just refuses and hits an aa for a win

because, as ever

cena celebrates, he and roman regard each other with no small amount of disharmony

apparently roman apologised

i didn't see it

and we fade on those two bro-ing in the ring

but hey, seeing as i'm actually here for the first time in a while, why not keep rolling a MONDAY AFTERNOON SMACKDOWN!?

daniel has just held up a sign in response to that

it just says BECAUSE BEARS.

...

well, i'm going to take that risk

he's flipped the sign, and the other side says BEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAARS.

i really need to have a talk with my staff sometime

and also maybe bearproof the office

ah well

problems for future em right there

for now, roll the tape

opening with a flashback of tozawa/neville, for some reason

neither of these are on this show

i am confuse

well there's your problem

that was actually the next episode of 205 live

excuse our slight technical problems

daaaaaaanieeeeeeeeel

right, take 2

oh hey, it's opening on a recap of summerslam stuff from smackdown

funny how that works

currently aj/kevin

and now we're live

and they don't want none

still in the barsgays, for the record

hopefully this crowd is better

so yeah, here's the us belt and ts lovely hair

also a human attached to these things

jbl approves of shane's refereeing, so you know it was bad

apparently aj built the barsgays

funny how often that happens

aj's bringing back the us open challenge

stating. right. NOW.

so here's kevin

i can't help but feel this booking misses the point of an open challenge a bit

aj's just like nope we did this already fuck off

kevin refuses to believe aj beat him at slam

claiming it's some kind of twenty years later brooklyn screwjob

here comes the money to offer a counterargument

and also the man carrying it

i like to think his gear always has a few bucks in it just so his music is true

shane like hmm, i could address this situation between my employees or i could spend some time going for cheap pops first

(spoiler: it's the latter again)

shockingly, shane's angle is that he did it fine

kevin touches on the fact that shane had a helicopter crash and jumps off buildings but got taken out by the edge of a 450

but his real grievance is that shane counted 3 before calling off the pin

he has video and everything

pointing out the fact that referees fuck up counts all the time but it still counts

it's cute how we're trying to bring logic into wrestling

shane disagrees, kevin immediately gets all up in his face

he's just turning into some kind of conspiracy nut

aj's like shut up you twat, let's have a match

shane's like this sounds like a terrible idea, but eh, fuck it

kevin wants to pick his own referee for the match

shane disapproves, but aj doesn't give a shit, so we're doing that

but it's kevin's last shot at the belt while aj has it

this angle has been pretty great, but i'm all about going out on top

but now, here's bryan on the phone

alluding to a couple big surprises

suspensssssse

here come the singhs to announce their emeperor

and jinder's here to be like thanks for inviting me daniel i accept your worship

bryan's like um no

instead, he's giving shinsuke a match against the singhs to get some revenge

and immediately end segment

bit weird

later, we have becky/naomi v carmella/nattie

but first, watch our bruce lee film

and this slideshow of summerslam

they are trying so hard to make it mania part 2

but now, backstage, kevin has approached sami, of all people

like sure i've been the worst friend possible, but i can trust you to be my ref, right?

sami responds by plugging his dvd

kevin's like i know you're free because you do fuck-all on this show, so help a brother out?

walks off as sami's like wtf just happened

back in the ring, aiden english calls for his spotlight and treats us to them pipes

lights cut halfway through 'drama king', and enter a very familiar e-flat chord

and the beautifully-robed man who comes with it

so yes, bobby roode is on smackdown now, and this is like the one thing i had spoiled

but to be fair, it's not like there was much left for him to do in nxt

and this should be good if they make it a feud

maximum theatricality

the brooklyn crowd are so down with it

roode does the glorious arms, aiden protests, gets punched out of the ring

one advert break later, this is turning out to be a decent match

jbl makes a beer money reference, call the lawyers

who am i kidding, anthem's lawyers are all busy with the matt hardy situation

aiden pulls out all his signature moves, bobby doesn't give a cumulative shit

and glorious ddt for the pin

and here's renee for a post-match interview thing

bobby immediately nearly punches her in the face

and opens by congratulating shane and bryan for hiring him

and basically catches the casuals up on what a tool he is

and they play glorious domination again because everyone loves that track

and now for more slideshows

including one they got from somebody's phone

class

and now, chad's in with bryan

and he's like hey i've got you a new tag team partner

and it's shelton benjamin

so, yknow, basically the same partner

and chad starts doing his old-school clingy enthusiasm thing

and now we're backstage

kevin gives sami a ref shirt, and he's like well i thought it over and i came to the realisation that i hate you go die in a fire

d'awwwwww

but now, here are the hype bros

fighting the usos, apparently

and here they are with their new belts

and their intro music, which i swear is gaining more rap every week

recap of their match on sunday, which was fucking great

best match on the show by miles, despite not technically being on the show

match starts, mojo surprisingly thinks the usos ain't hype

mojo dodges a stinger splash, lets jimmy just smash his own face into the corner

hot tag to zack, bringing some technique to match the enthusiasm

the moment the usos leave the ring, mojo barrels out of fucking nowhere to take one out

but jimmy still superkicks zack for the pin

and now he has some things to say

and jey has a speech about paranoia

is this entire gimmick based around minority-targeted prison violence?

(sources say yes)

but now shinsuke's walking around backstage, doing his octopus arms anyway because why the fuck not i'm shinsuke nakamura

SLIDESHOW TIME

and here he is

sadly, no live violin

which i'm now reading like 'living violin'

and imagining he has some kind of animated violin following him around to do his music

maybe it's true

maybe the legendary violinist is just a projection, and the violin itself is the true life form

why yes, i have been watching a lot of steven universe

what of it

but now, here are the singhs, who've brought their boss to introduce, presumably because they wouldn't have their own entrance otherwise

but hey, i love jinder's music, so i'm not complaining

while he comes in, have this slideshow of his match with shinsuke on sunday

commence match

which apparently will have both singhs in the ring at the same time

thanks for establishing these rules 15 seconds after the bell rings

and they're not even in ring gear

so what the fuck

shinsuke does good vibrations to both of them at once, makes even less sense than it usually does

likewise his knees to the corner

they get some brief offence off jinder distracting him

doesn't last

rolls one of them into the triangle, he taps before it's even in properly

jinder blindsides him after the bell, shinsuke doesn't give a shit and kinshasas him into a coma

and we return to the saga of kevin nomates

getting pulled over by the fashion police

they want to be his refs even though they're off duty

so they can "make damn sexy zebras"

kevin's like wtf fuck off

baron turns up, offers to do the job in return for having the first title shot if he wins

hope that shirt's an extra large

but up next, the women's match

after the myc ad again

so yeah, here's nattie

who i had completely forgotten was champion

and as a special reward, she gets to wear a jacket

fringed epaulettes and everything

i kind of approve

she will be a relatively-benevolent dictator

she's not disabusing me of this image with this speech

promising to return honour (cos she's canadian) and dignity to the division

and here are carmellsworth

james like grats nattie you finally won a thing after the age of the universe

and carmella's here to be like hey i have a suitcase just sayin

carmella's also got a nice new jacket, but she's also changed to a singlet and it looks super 80s and not great

ellsworth like hey can you even trust carmella she might just not tag in and let you get beaten up so she can cash in on you

carmella's like shut uppppppp you moron

but here's becky

no new jacket there, but i love her existing one, so yeah

and naomi in her awesome led fur coat

it's basically too hot for clothes here rn, but i would still wear that 24/7

match starts, i am just distracted by how much carmella looks like she's come in off the set of season 2 of GLOW

carmella taunts naomi a bit, then just tags nattie in

funny how that works

nattie beats on becky for a while, then goes for the tag as carmella 'slips' off the apron

and just lurks outside like go on nattie you got this you're awesome

naomi manages to tag in off carmella dicking around, nearly gets nattie to tap

nattie tags carmella in while she's distracted by her best guy, she then takes a bexploder and a split moonsault for the pin

oh no, our dastardly plan failed because we just generally kind of sucked

the graphic for the main event looks really dumb, cos they've clearly just photoshopped a ref shirt onto an existing graphic of baron

while they were booking this show, could they not have spared five minutes to give him a shirt and get a picture

anyway

here's dasha

reintroducing us to the long-absent dolph ziggler

who's like thanks it's great to be back here reintroducing myself to the fans in this crappy backstage interview thanks a lot

and goes on a tirade about how it's all about the gimmicks these days and he finally understands what it takes to be a wwe star

but now, lana continues to disappoint tamina

she's set up a route to the title starting next week

tamina's like fucking hell what about this week

lana avoids just saying yeah, they've already had one women's match today

instead leads her in a guided meditation on rage and resentment

during which her accent spans basically the entire northern hemisphere

now backstage with aj

and here comes baron in his ref vest

just to tell aj about the deal

aj's lik well, if i win there'll be an open challenge every week, so shrug

so that match is now

here comes ref!baron, with his new intro that i still don't quite get

it's like he's joining the ascension

which, on reflection, would be pretty great

king of trios 2018 confirmed

and yeah, here's kevin

and once again, they continue not to want none

aj hands baron the belt to do the ref thing, i'm honestly surprised he didn't run off with it

bell rings, kevin immediately leaves the ring

aj complains to the ref, who's like whatever man i don't give a fuck

i kind of love the fact that baron's wearing the ref vest as well as his wasteland bondage tights

i can't express in text how dumb he looks

pause for advert for next week's raw

and by 'next week', i do of course mean tonight

but hey, this blog has always had a somewhat spongey relationship with time

speaking of time and sponginess, this match is so fucking slow

like, there've been a couple of good spots, but they generally both look like they're still not over sunday

naturally, aj speeds up significantly as i type that

or maybe the video glitched

who can say

ushigoroshi into a phenomenal forearm for a nearfall, baron just kind of looks at it like yeah i should probably count whatever

instead, aj cranks in the deepest calf crusher i've seen

looks genuinely nasty

baron claims kevin touched the bottom rope (he didn't), so kevin throws aj at him, causing some i'm-the-fucking-ref power trip shenanigans and general fronting

and here comes shane to shout at his terrible refereeing while aj and kevin have taken each other out

kevin punches aj in the dick while they argue, goes for a pin, baron starts counting put gets pulled out of the ring by shane

one inter-official argument later, baron gives shane the vest and storms off

shane's wearing it over a tshirt, and it's still like four sizes too big

kevin's like wtf there is actually a conspiracy

and one phenomenal forearm later, kevin's out of the us title picture

during the highlights, kevin staggers up the ring with a blank stare like aj flayed his dog

and we fade on aj with his belt

ok, that was a pretty solid episode all round, narrative-wise

and the gas pervading the barsgays that stopped people being able to talk coherent english appeared to have dissipated a bit

so yeah, the bloggening has resumed

entirely possible it'll go on another hiatus in a month or two, but hey

if you have any complaints about this issue, please direct them to

Revenge (Part 1)  (Will post this in 4 parts 1/4)

Rating: Mature Category: No Ship (Yet) Fandom: Supernatural Relationship: No Ship (Yet) Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Original Female Characters, Original Male Characters Warnings: Adult Language Additional Tags: Hunting, A Form of Vampire Summary: Reader is hunting the vampire that killed her husband and runs into the boys.  Word Count: 5101

PLEASE READ AUTHOR’S NOTES!!!! INCLUDES INFORMATION ABOUT THE READER’S BACKSTORY!!!!

A/N: Reader is a hunter that is hunting the vampire that killed her husband, Anthony. She finds all the information she can on all the creatures that she thought were myths at the beginning of her hunt. That was 2 years ago. Every time she gets close, the vampire and its pack disappears off the radar. ••• Takes place between the finale of S2 and first episode of S3 •••

Whole Thing here.

Revenge Masterlist here.

Your phone rings as you punch your punching bag. It's your best friend. You pick it up off the bench. "Hello." You greet. "Hello, Y/N. So I found this case. Could be a vamp case?" "Really? Alright, text me the address and information." "Ok. Another thing. I also found out about this hunter who seems legit. His name is Bobby Singer. I gave him a call, told him about your situation and he said he would help you out IF you will let him and not be stubborn." "Ok. Text me his number and I'll give him a call." you sigh. "That is exactly what you said last time. I'm telling you, this guy is the real deal. Trust me on this. Please give him a call." "Ok, I will. I promise. Alright, I gotta go pack. Talk to ya later, Y/F/N." "You better call him. Talk to ya later. Please be safe." "I will." You hang up and go into your room. You get a change of clothes and go into your bathroom to take a shower. About 10 minutes later you emerge from your bathroom, clean and fresh, ready to take on some vampires. You go to your closet, grab your hunting bag that is already packed and ready to go, and walk out the door. As you walk outside, you send a text to your friend to come over before sundown and lock up. You get to your shiny, black 1970 Dodge Charger and put your stuff into the trunk. "Let's go get 'em, baby." you say to your car as you get in. You built your car from just the frame. You start her up, pull out of your driveway, and onto the road. When you get on the highway, you pull out your phone and click on Bobby's number. It rings twice before he picks up. "Hello?" "Hi, is this Bobby Singer?" "The one and only. Is this Y/F/N Y/L/N?" "Yes it is. I am on my way to Sioux Falls now. Should be there in a day and a half, or less." "Alright. You got the address, right?" "Yes I do." "Ok. It's up to you but you can stay at my house if you want while we work this case. There is plenty of room." "Can I let you know when I get there or at least close to it?" "Sure. Fine with me. Gotta go. See you when you get here." "Okay. See ya." You hang up and put your phone away. You are about 16 hours out when your eyes start to droop and your stomach growls. You pull into a Biggerson's, get a burger and 2 cups of coffee, and get back on the road. You drive for 4 more hours until your eyes start to droop again. Alright, I got pretty far. Just 12 more hours. Time to pull over and get some sleep. You pull off the interstate at the next exit and find yourself the closest hotel. You get yourself a room and as soon as you get in your room, you pass out. You wake up 8 hours later, do your morning duties, and check out. You go get in your car, fill up your gas tank, and head out. You drive for 6 more hours until your stomach growls. You pull off the interstate to get food and then get back on. You push the last 6 hours. You decided to just stay at Bobby's house for the time you are in Sioux Falls for the hunt. You pull out your phone and call Bobby. "Hello?" He answers gruffly. "Hi, did I wake you?" "No, I've been up doing research." "Okay, well I am about 10 minutes out. I decided that I wanted to stay at your house while we work the case, if you are still offering." "The offer is still open. Just pull on up to the front and come on in." "Alright. Be right there." You say as you hang up. You go through the city, looking for the street that leads to Bobby's place when you hear a scream. You immediately pull over and turn your car off. You grab your gun from behind your seat and get out of the car. You gently close the door and go to the other side of your car. "AHHHH! Help! Please! Anyone!" A girl screams. You get up and quietly jog closer to where you heard the screams. You stop behind a building and look around the corner. You see a young, blonde girl who is being held by someone in all black clothing with a hood. You think it is just a stranger doing this and that you can save her easily with your gun, but you remember that all of the dead people turning up were young, blonde girls in random places. Shit, this could be a vampire. You curse yourself for not bringing your machete. You think about going back to get it but you know that by time you are back that girl will be dead. You look around for something sharp that you could use as a weapon but you see nothing. You look one more time when you spot it: a gnarled piece of metal. The only problem is that it is pretty close to the possible vamp. Fuck it. You come out from behind your hiding spot and start walking towards the possible vamp and the girl he is holding. "Hey! Bloodsucker! Let her go!" You yell at the vampire. It turns its head towards you and bares its teeth, angry that its dinner was interrupted. Oh yeah, definitely a vampire. It growls and throws the girl at the abandoned house, knocking her out. It runs at you and once it lunges, you jump out of the way. You run and dive for the piece of metal that was your only weapon to kill the vampire. When you roll onto your back, the vampire is directly over you. You grab the metal and swing it at its neck, slicing both of your palms. You successfully aim correctly and slice its head off. "Take that you goddamn bloodsucker. Fuck!" You say as you drop the metal. You get up and look at your hands. There is blood but it isn't too bad. Bobby can, hopefully, fix you up. You walk over to the unconscious girl and kneel down next to her. You check her pulse. She is still alive but her head was bleeding quite a bit. You pull out your phone and dial Bobby. "Where are you?" "Heya, Bobby. Could use some help. I'm on E Benson Street. You'll see my car. It's a 1970 Dodge Charger. I'll explain when you get here. Bring some bandages." "I'm on my way." You hang up and put your phone back in your pocket. In a few minutes you hear a car. You hope it's Bobby and not more vamps looking for their buddy. "Y/N! Where are you?!" Bobby yells. "Over here!" You yell back. Oh thank god! Bobby comes over to where you are. "What the hell happened?!" He asks coming over to you and the girl. "I was driving and I heard a scream. Ah!" You say as Bobby moves your hand to wrap it. "Sorry, it's gotta be done. We'll have to look at it more when we get back to my place. Go on." "Well, I got out of my car and I hid and saw them. I remembered that all the people who were found dead, were young, blonde girls and since she was one, I connected the dots. Well, I made the stupidest idea of leaving my machete in my car and I knew that by time I went and got it, she would be dead. So I looked for a sharp weapon to kill the vamp. I saw that gnarled piece of metal and thought 'fuck it.' I came out and it threw her against the wall. It ran out at me, I moved out of the way, got the metal. When I sliced its head off, it slit my hands. And that's basically it." "Well then. Welcome to Sioux Falls." Bobby says, finishing your bandages, moving to bandage the girls' head. You chuckle then wince as you move your hand. "What are we going to do with her?" You ask. "Can you drive?" Bobby asks. "Yeah." "Ok, the plan is that you are going to take her to the hospital. Tell them that she was attacked and you saved her but the guy got away. Get yourself patched up as well. I'll take care of the vamp. C'mon, I'll get her in your car." "Good plan. Let's go." You say as you stand up. Bobby gets the girl and follows you to your car. You open the door and Bobby puts her in. You go over to your side and get in. You are about to drive away when Bobby looks through your passenger window. "Nice job, Rookie." He says. "I'm not a rookie. I've been hunting for 2 years now." "Compared to how long I have been hunting, you are definitely a rookie." He tells you with a small smile. "Thanks, Bobby. See you at your place." "See ya." He says and you drive away. You are halfway to the hospital when the girl starts to stir. She wakes up and jerks her head up quickly. "Ow! AHH!" She screams. "Hey, hey. It's okay. You're safe. Lay your head back. You most likely have a pretty bad concussion. What's your name?" "Emily. Who are you? What was that thing that attacked me?" "Hi, Emily. I'm Y/N. I'm the one that saved you. Look, this is going to be hard to understand but the monsters you think that aren't real, are real. That was a vampire." "WHAT?! A vampire?! No, there is no way! Vampires aren't real! Neither are monsters!" "Yes they are. I know because 2 years ago, a vampire broke into my house and killed my husband. It was hard for me to believe too. But they ARE real. Look, we are almost to the hospital so I need to tell you what to say. You need to say that you were attacked by this random guy and that I saved you. You CANNOT mention the vampire, okay? They won't believe you, especially with your concussion. Don't mention the vampire to anyone, okay?" "Why can't I tell them the truth?" "They won't believe you. Then once you keep saying it after the concussion wears off, they will think something is wrong and will try to fix you. I wish you could, but I am telling you to lie and to keep this a secret for your own good." "Okay, so it was a random guy that attacked me, I didn't get a good look at him, and keep it a secret, right?" "Yup. I am so sorry this happened to you, Emily." "It's okay, you saved me. So, when you yelled 'Bloodsucker,' you were serious about him being a bloodsucker?" "Yeah. I was serious about that." You laugh. "Thank you so much for saving me." "No problem. It's kinda what I do now." "I'm sorry for your loss." "Thank you." "Can I ask a couple questions?" "There's one. Just kidding. Go ahead." "One, why didn't you just shoot the vampire?" "Bullets don't kill vampires. You have to cut their heads off." "Oh. Okay. Two, how do I protect myself?" "Well you can't really with vampires. If this is the pack that I know of, they should be gone soon. Wish I could tell you that there was a way to protect yourself." "Ok," Emily says before she gasps, "Oh my god! My family must be so worried about me!" Emily pulls out her phone, only to find it is crushed from when she was thrown against the wall. "My phone." "Here, use mine," you say wincing, pulling your phone out of your pocket and handing it to her. She gasps at the sight of your hands. "What happened?!" "The gnarled piece of metal I used against the vampire was really gnarled." "Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left my house and been out. This wouldn't've happened if I had stayed home. You wouldn't be hurt if I would have stayed," she says about to cry, hitting her leg at the end of each sentence. "Hey, stop that," You say. grabbing her hand, halting her intention of harming herself further, "Don't ever do that again. This is not your fault. Don't blame yourself for my injuries. Okay?" "Okay." Emily answers. She picks up your phone and dials her mother's number. She explains that she was attacked and that a girl, named Y/N, saved her and that they were on their way to the hospital. She hangs up and puts your phone in the center console so that you don't have to put it back in your pocket. "They are going to meet us there. My parents want to meet you, to thank you for saving me." Emily tells you. "Alright. I'll be there getting sewn up anyway." "I have another question. Did you wrap your hands and my head yourself?" "No. A new friend of mine, the one I was going to meet when I heard you screaming, did that. I called him and he patched us up. He's taking care of the vamp's body as we speak." "Ok. Tell him I said thank you, please." "Sure thing, kiddo." "I'm 16. Not a kid." "You are younger than 18. For me, that makes you qualify as a kid. How about this, you're a kidult?" "Okay, I'm a kidult." Emily laughs and agrees. You arrive at the hospital, go into the ER, and you walk up to the receptionist and put your hands on the desk. "Excuse me?" You say to the nurse. She looks up and jerks back as she sees you and Emily. "Oh my goodness! What happened to you two?! Come on, I will take you both to a room." The nurse says. "I was out walking when I was attacked by this random guy. He had a knife to my throat and I screamed. Y/N was driving by when she heard me scream. She parked on the side of the road and came over to see what was going on. She started walking towards him and he hit me in the head to knock me out. She fought him but got her hands sliced by his knife. He ended up getting away though. I didn't get a good look at his face." Emily explained. "Me neither." "Oh my. So your name is Y/N," the nurse says pointing at you, "and your name is?" "Emily. I'm 16. I called my family on the way here. They are on their way." Emily answers. "Alright. Here we are. Let me go get a doctor to patch you up better. Your injuries are just your hands?" The nurse asks you. "Yes." You answer. "Do you have any other injuries besides your head, Emily?" "Um... I don't think so. My right shoulder hurts a bit though." Emily answers. "Ok be right back." The nurse says and leaves. "Good job with the explanation. Do the same thing with the cops." You tell Emily. "The cops?!" Emily asks. "Yeah, of course. You were attacked by a random person. Don't worry. They won't bother you much after you tell them you didn't get a good luck at the guy." You assure. "Okay." The nurse comes back with a doctor pretty quickly. The doctor is halfway done patching Emily up when Emily's parents come in. They immediately go over to Emily and hold her hands. "You must be Y/N, the one that saved Emily?" Emily's mother asks you. "That would be me," You answer. She gets up, comes over to you, and hugs you. "Thank you so much! Thank you for saving my baby." She tells you, tearing up. "You are welcome. I'm glad I was able to." You answer, smiling. Emily's mother gasps when she sees your hands, "Oh my goodness! Your hands. You saved her while being hurt in the process? How can we repay you?" "It's not a problem. You don't need to repay me." You tell her as you sit down to let the doctor look at your hands. "No really, how can we make this up to you?" Emily's father asks you. "It's okay. Knowing I saved her and a family from grieving is enough." You say, wincing as the doctor stitches your hands up. "How about this, we pay your medical bill for right now? At least let us do that for you." Emily's mother asks you. "Alright. You can do that for me. Thank you." You agree. "It is no problem. You sure we can't do anything else for you?" Emily's father asks you. "It's fine. I'm sure." You assure them. A nurse comes to get them and they leave. About 5 minutes later, the doctor is done stitching you up. You have 4 stitches in your right hand and 3 in your left. The doctor tells you how to dress and redress your wounds and to be back in about 2 weeks. You get up and go to the front desk and get your prescription for the antibiotics you have to take. You go out the door and enter the ER and see Emily, her parents, and Emily's younger sister. They get up and walk you outside to your car. "Thank you again, for saving her." Her parents say. "Thank you for saving my big sister." Emily's little sister says. "You are very welcome." You say to them. Emily walks up to you and hugs you. "Thank you for saving me from that vampire. I'll keep this a secret, I promise." Emily whispers into your ear. "You better." You say pulling away. They start walking away. Emily turns around and waves. "See ya." She says. "See ya, kidult." You say smiling. She laughs and gets into her car. You get into your car and drive to Bobby's. You try opening the door but it hurts your hands. You then kick the door with your foot. "Why are you kicking my door?" Bobby asks you from behind you. You yelp and turn around, "I thought you were inside and I can't open the door." Bobby steps in front of you and opens the door for you, "I'm not gonna wipe your ass for you." You step inside, laughing, "Hahaha, very funny. Where am I sleeping?" "C'mon." Bobby says leading you upstairs and into your room. "I thought you were getting rid of the vamp body?" You ask. "I did." "Here?!" "Yeah. Do you know how many non-human bodies are here?" "I'm gonna go with, a lot." "Bingo. Alright, get some sleep. Night." Bobby says, leaving. "Night." You say back as you lay down. You pull the blanket over you and you're asleep before your head hits the pillow.                

You wake up in pain because of your hands. "Damn you, vampire." You say to yourself as you sit up. Damn it, I have to go get my luggage, you think. You get up to go get your luggage out of your car when you see your stuff at the foot of the bed. Hm, Bobby must have brought it in. You change into new clothes and go downstairs. "Mornin', rookie." Bobby says. You sigh, "I'm not a rookie. Good morning to you as well. Thanks for bringing my stuff in." "No problem. It's not like you could've done it with your hands." "I would've found a way to manage. By the way, Emily told me to tell you thanks for patching her up." "Sure you would've. She with her family again?" Bobby asks. "Yeah, she's as safe as she could be in this world." You answer. "Good. There's cereal in the kitchen." "Ok." You walk into the kitchen and make your cereal without too many difficulties. You take your cereal to the table and eat it. After you are done, you wash it and put it away. "What's the plan for today?" You ask as you go in the living room and sit down on the couch. "For me, going to the police station to find out what they know. For you, resting here." Bobby explains. "What?! No! I am NOT staying here while you go out and fight the bloodsuckers. No if's, and's, or but's about it. I'm coming with you." You argue. "Y/N, your hands-" "Will be fine! I can at least listen for the time being." You interrupt. Bobby sighs, "Fine. Do you have a pantsuit?" "What? Why?" You ask, confused. "We are going undercover as FBI agents. Speaking of which, I need your ID so I can make you a fake FBI badge," Bobby explains as you look at him like he's crazy. "What? How did you used to do it?" "I had one of my friends hack into whatever database I needed information from. I also know people that are everywhere that most likely owe me for something and will get me what I want. Also, I broke in." "Well, they don't always use computers so we have to talk to them in person." "True. I do have a pantsuit with me luckily even if I have no idea why I brought it." "Alright, give me your ID so I can make you a fake badge." Bobby tells you. You hand him your ID and go upstairs to change again. You change into your pantsuit, put your hair into a braid, and go back downstairs. "Ready. Is the badge done, Bobby?" You ask. "Yeah it is, here." Bobby says coming from behind you. You yelp and turn around. "Stop doing that!" You tell him snatching the badge and looking at it. "Wow, it looks so real! Nice job. You gotta teach me how to do that." "Let's go. I'll-" Bobby's phone rings, "Hold on." Bobby answers his phone and you try to listen to his conversation but you only hear his side of the conversation. He hangs up and turns towards you. "Alright, change of plans. Apparently, there were more vamps out last night other than the one you got, there's been another killing, we're goin' to the crime scene." Bobby informs you. ~~ At the crime scene ~~ You and Bobby get out of his car and go up to the officer in charge. "Excuse me, we're Agents Riggs and Johnstone from the FBI. We're here to help with the murders. Mind if we take a look?" Bobby asks the officer. "Agents, I'm Sheriff McCoy. A couple of your agents are already here but you're welcome to take a look. We could use the help." Sheriff McCoy answers. "Alright, thanks." You and Bobby start to walk to the house. "Wait, there are real FBI agents here? Do you really think that this is a good idea?" You ask, panicking. "Nah, they're most likely hunters. You really think that the FBI would come for this case? Highly unlikely." Bobby says, opening the door for you. You nod, agreeing. When you walk in there are a couple of police officers and two people in suits talking to another police officer. One of the suited men was shorter than the other, had short hair, and had green eyes. The other suited man was taller, with longer hair, and kind eyes. The shorter one noticed you, and Bobby, and nudges the taller one. "You know them?" You ask Bobby. "Yeah. They're Sam and Dean Winchester. They're some of the best hunters I know. They can help you find the vamp pack that you're hunting as well. You can trust them." "Okay. I guess they can help." You say as they dismiss themselves from the police officer and walk towards you and Bobby. "Agents, nice to see that there are more of us. Looks like there is more than one murderer this time around. The victim, and the other three, were completely drained of their blood. The only thing weird thing about this, was that there were marks on their foreheads, drawn in their own blood. You guys see it before?" Sam explains, showing you and Bobby the picture on his phone. You gasped, recognizing it. It was an ankh. "You see this before?" Bobby asks you, but you don't answer because you are having flashbacks. It was the same, exact symbol left on Anthony's forehead when you found him. "Huh? Oh, um, yeah. I've seen this before on the other victims' foreheads." You stutter out, looking at the body and walking towards it. All you're seeing is Anthony's body, lying there dead, eyes still open. **** FLASHBACK **** You walk into your home that you share with your husband, Anthony, calling out that you are home. "Tony! I'm home!" You call out, walking up the stairs. You are about to call out again when you notice the table next to the banister has been knocked over. You walk quieter towards the bedroom that you and your husband share. You walk in and gasp at the sight of Anthony lying on the ground, his head turned towards you, and staring at you with lifeless eyes. You want to scream, go help him, see if he's dead, anything but you can't. You're frozen in place, staring at his eyes. "Tony," You whisper, "NO! No, no, no, no! TONY! Please god, no! Don't leave me!" You scream, rushing towards him, picking his lifeless body up, and hugging him to your chest. "Please. Don't leave me. I love you. Please. Tony. Anthony!" You cry out, breaking down in tears. You lift his head up and put one last kiss on his cold, unmoving lips. "I love you, so, so much," You say closing his eyelids, "I will, get whoever did this to you. I promise you." **** FLASHBACK **** "Agent," Bobby tries calling, "Y/N." You hear him but you can't answer because you can't move, your mind providing the image of Anthony, dead, staring at you with lifeless eyes. A single tear falls out of your eye. "Alright, let's go." Dean says touching your shoulder. You gasp and flinch away from him, wiping the tear away, and come back into reality. "Uh, yeah, okay. Let's go." You say, walking away and out of the house, clenching your fists. The boys glance at each other but follow you out. "Is this your car?" You ask Sam and Dean, pointing to the Impala. "Yeah." Dean answers. "Nice. I got a muscle car myself." "Really? What kind of muscle car is it?" Dean asks, interested. "1970 Dodge Charger." You answer. Dean whistled, "Wow. You gotta let me see it." Dean says impressed and slightly, extremely intrigued. You chuckle, "Alright, on one condition." "What?" Dean asks, warily. "You gotta help me find the pack that killed my husband two years ago." You say, not being serious but some part of you is serious. "Done. I'm sorry about your loss." Dean says, agreeing. "Me too," Sam adds, "I'll help too. Besides you don't really get him without me." "Really? And thanks." You ask, surprised. "Yeah, it's kind of our thing. And no, I'm not doing it just to see your car. I'm doing it because you've probably been doing this since he died and you haven't caught them so-" "Hey, I haven't caught them because everytime I get close, they disappear without leaving a trace. And trust me if there was a trace, I would find it. I know people everywhere." "I wasn't saying that you were a bad hunter, I was saying that we are most likely better than you since you have been hunting for just 2 years. We've been doing this for a long time, basically our whole lives. Well, my whole life." Dean says, looking at Sam at the last part. Sam gives him the best bitch face you have ever seen. "Alright. Where do you guys usually start?" You ask. "Wait, one second. Y/N, how did you know that a vampire got your husband?" Sam asked. "Well, his body was completely drained of blood and there was a bite mark on his neck. I mean I didn't know vampires really existed but I went to a library, found a book of monsters that was pretty different from the vampires in movies. I knew they were real when it showed a picture of their fangs and it looked like it would be something that would make the bite mark on Tony's neck. Alright, so, again. Where do you guys usually start?" "Well, we usually talk to the people who knew the victims, see what they know, and find connections. You said that this is a pack's doing?" Sam explained. "Yeah, the ankh is their symbol. I've tried finding a place, or anything, that involves this exact symbol (Picture of ankh here) but every time I came up with nothing. I've literally checked everything everywhere across the states, Canada, Mexico, Europe, Asia, Africa, and everywhere else. Nothing." You answer. "You have connections everywhere, don't you?" Dean questions. "Yup," You say popping the 'p', "comes in handy more than I thought it would." "Okay then. I'll check my contacts, see if they know anything. You three go and talk to the people who knew the victim." Bobby instructs. "Alright. Y/N, you wanna ride with us or go get your car?" Dean asks you. "I'll ride with you." "Alright, let's go." Dean says, unlocking the Impala. You guys get in and get on the road.