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ruru0803 · 6 months

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Playground Rivals: Ken x Fem Reader

Chapter 2~ Yes and don't lie about it

Raquelle watched Barbie pull her younger sibling in, whispering something she couldn't hear. It bothered her to see them close, she knew they were friendly towards each other but her sister would tell her if she was friends with Barbie....

Right?

Raquelle watched the smile on Barbie's face get wider.

Raquelle had never known a Barbie to not be smiling.

She found it annoying that they were always so happy when everyone else wasn't.

On the other hand she loved seeing her siblings smile, they were the only dolls that mattered to her.

Barbie pulled the (h/c) girl into a hug, excitedly jumping up and down, Y/n held her arms out so that she didn't drop the ice cream in her hands. A big smile made its way on to the girl's lips as she pulled back looking at her blonde friend.

They had to have been friends. Raquelle wasn't stupid, that was too strong a reaction for them to not be.

Ken noticed Raquelle watching the two dolls in front of her. He tapped Y/n's shoulder nodding his head to the brunette. The girl turned to look at her sister, Her face didn't show anything but her eyes said everything. She lifted her finger gesturing for her to come back.

"We're leaving."

Ryan looked at his twin, he had been in the middle of a conversation with a Midge.

"Right now?"

"Yes right now."

He gave her an annoyed look before shrugging, he smiled at Midge getting a smile back.

"You said it was tonight right?"

"Yeah, I hope I'll see you there."

He gives her a wink and earns a giggle in return.

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The drive to the house was excruciating. Every attempt to lighten the mood was stopped the moment Raquelle turned her icy stare on the two dolls.

Once they pulled into the lawn, Raquelle quickly exited the car and headed to her room. Ryan slowly rubs the back of his dejected sibling beside him who figured she was the reason Raquelle was upset.

Ryan and Y/n entered the house and each headed to their own room. The air was tense and everyone just needed a moment to themselves.

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Y/n was in the kitchen, putting a bowl of batter into the oven, she waits a few minutes before pulling out a tray of cupcakes that were already frosted.

"I can't even imagine what that must feel like having your girlfriend basically tell you she doesn't love you in the bathroom of a party."

"Yeah but she was kinda feeling that other guy, wasn't she? Plus she lost her friend."

"I mean I guess, still sucks though."

Y/n walks over to the cheetah print ouch the other two were at placing the cupcakes on the table and sitting in-between the two dolls. The atmosphere was a lot more joyful than earlier. The three sat watching the TV for a while longer, The show was pretty dark but it didn't seem to bother them.

Y/n thoughts started going to Barbie's party, she didn't really feel comfortable lying to her siblings, they told each other everything. They would understand....

Right?

"I'm thinking about going to Barbie's party tonight..."

"...."

Both twins turned to look at her, Raquelle's eyes slightly hardened at the words that came from her sister's mouth, Ryan was just surprised.

"We said no."

Y/n just rolled her eyes, slightly frowning.

"Sorry but it's not up to you."

Ryan just awkwardly looks back at the screen and starts to sink into the couch.

"You're not going."

"Raquelle."

"Y/n."

The two glare at each other, electricity feeling the air. The tension was back.

"I'm not a child, I can make my own decisions."

"You live in my house and what I say goes."

Y/n looks at Ryan for help, he goes to say something but almost backs down when Raquelle turns her glare towards him.

"I don't see why she can't go."

"Because I said so..."

"Literally you're the only one in this house beefing with Barbie. Aren't you the main one who tells me I need to lighten up on Ken because I'm the only one that doesn't like him?"

Y/n smirks at that, turning to her sister with eyes that said 'what do you have to say to that.' Raquelle and Ryan start having a conversation with their eyes. Y/n didn't notice at first but when she did, she got annoyed. They only did this when they wanted to keep her out of a conversation that they were having.

After a while Raquelle looks down defeated before rolling her eyes.

"Alright. Fine. You can go."

"Really?"

"I said yes didn't I?"

Y/n just shrugs as a smile makes its way on her face.

"I mean I would have gone either way."

"Don't push it."

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The three drive down the street towards the Barbies dream houses. It was a long ride considering Raquelle lived a little further away from the other dolls.

The two had insisted on dropping the younger doll off, refusing to let her walk alone. Raquelle was still a little miffed about the situation but she was slowly getting over it.

They pulled into the area. The Kens were the only people there, it seemed like they were practicing a dance of some kind. The three watched as they finished break dancing and moved to slip on the floor, Ken looks up finally noticing the presence of the other dolls, his eyes light up when he sees his favorite doll among them. He quickly gets up catching the attention of the other Kens.

"Uh.. let's take a break."

The Kens move to do their own thing as Ken runs up to the (h/c) haired doll and pulls her into a tight hug, Ryan tries to go break them apart quickly getting pulled back by Raquelle.

"I thought you couldn't come."

"I'm very persuasive."

Y/n sends Ken a little wink causing Raquelle to roll her eyes, a smile playing on her lips at the scene. She looked at the sky noticing that it was starting to darken, she looked around the area, it didn't look like a party.

"Where is everyone?"

"Allan went to grab some food, the Midges were grabbing drinks and junk food, and the Barbies like to be fashionably late."

"To their own party?"

Ken just shrugs still holding the other doll close to him.

"What were you guys just doing when we pulled in?"

"The Barbies have a choreographed dance that they do every party, they said we can be in it if we learn a dance that could be added in between."

Kingsley!Ken and Ncuti!Ken walk up and smile at the three newcomers.

"That actually sounds kinda fun..."

Raquelle always wanted to come to one of the Barbies' parties.

Not that she would admit out loud.

She knew they didn't like her and she didn't like them.

Raquelle sighs to herself before motioning to the car.

"Well, we're gonna go. Look out for her, Ken."

Ken stops her as she tries to leave.

"You're not staying?"

"No. We're not invited, we just came to Y/n off."

The twins start to make their way to the car, waving to all the Kens.

"Wait!!"

Ken runs up to the two and grabs both of their shoulders.

"You should stay."

The twins look at each other, they were apprehensive about it.

"C'mon."

"Ken. We weren't invited."

"Well you are now."

The corner of Raquelle's mouth went up slightly as she let out an exasperated breath. Ken started gesturing around the area.

"Sure it's Barbie's dream house but if you think about it, we're technically boyfriend-girlfriend."

Y/n walks up frowning along with her siblings. Where was he going with this?

"Boyfriend-Girlfriends usually share things which kinda makes this my dream house too."

He shrugs smugly as if his logic made any sense.

"What?"

"That means I can invite people too, and I'm inviting you guys."

The twins look at each other again before laughing, Ken looked offended but starts laughing along with them.

''I don't think it works like that, Kenny boy.''

"But hey, we'll bite."

Ken perked up at that.

"Really?"

"Oh what the heck."

"Yeah."

Raquelle smirks.

"So... A choreographed dance huh?"

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The Barbies start a dance, Stereotypical Barbie stands in the front leading it with two other Barbies. They flip their hair twice twisting their bodies along with movement, They roll their arms in air bring them down as they turn and swing them side to side, the other two Barbies leave as the spot light lands on Stereotypical Barbie who makes a 'come follow me' motion, the rest of the Barbies move forward towards the middle where she stands.

The party was lively, They danced in between the dream houses, a disco ball lights the area. All the Barbies look like they're having fun dancing with each other, each just as perfect as the last. Barbies all dressed up in something glittery, Kens all wearing white jumpsuits with the little golden K, Allan wearing a dress shirt and pants with suspenders and Midges wearing dresses.

Ken was leaning on one of the columns rolling his shoulder to the beat and making funny faces, Kingsley!Ken stood next to him just watching the Barbies and nodding his head to the beat.

The Barbies all jump in sync, swaying their hips to the beat and moving to turn. Allan also jumped along with the Barbies, swinging his arms in the air twice. A pregnant Midge was on the other side of the dance floor trying to dance.

Stereotypical Barbie comes back in the center surrounded by Kens. They all stand next to each other, taking a step forward each time their right arm comes up and then down. Barbie then gets lifted by her arms by two of the Kens. They kick their legs to the side and pull back in, Barbie steps back when the two Kens lay on the ground kicking their legs up. She winks and claps along with the song.

Ken smiles at the girl's energy, Ken nudges him eyes gleaming in mischief, Ken just shakes his head at him while laughing. He stops when he notices Simu!Ken pop up next to Barbie, she smiles at him.

"Hi, Barbie."

"Hi, Ken."

Ken looks at them slightly upset. Jealous he couldn't dance with the girl he wanted like that, not without being judged but also just annoyed because it was Ken dancing with Barbie.

Barbie spins getting lifted by the Ken to her left, She spreads her arms and lifts her knee before landing flat on the ground when he carefully places her down. Simu!Ken grabs her hand and spins her so she's back to the left of him.

"Looking good, Barbie."

"Thanks, Ken."

Ken feels a tap on his shoulder, he turns around and a smile makes its way to his face. There stood the girl he liked all dolled up, she wore a silver jumpsuit that had fringe on the shoulder and a transparent silver cape came down her back, her hair was done in a bun and she had little silver stars mixed into her hair. Ken thought she was beautiful.

"Hey handsome. How's it going?"

"Better now that you're here."

Ken smiles beside him and waves at the other doll and she waves back at him.

Ken nods towards the dance floor, staring at the other doll adoringly, he hit Ken's chest with the golden champagne glass in his hand. Ken and Y/n start to shimmy their way over next to Barbie excited to get to dance together, Ken places the glass down and follows suit not wanting to stand by himself.

The three join the line, they stretch their right arm in front of them and move into a thrust when they pull their arm back four times and clap in unison. Barbie notices Ken beside her and smiles at him as she continues to dance.

"Oh, Hi, Ken."

"Hehe, Hi."

"Omg. You're here!!"

Barbie smiles at her friend beside Ken.

"Hi Barbie."

Barbie looks towards the other Barbies.

"Barbies!!"

She looks at her friend again.

"I'll be right back."

"K."

Barbie leaves to go talk to the other Barbies leaving Ken to dance next to his favorite doll on one side and his rival on the other. He smiles at that, he finally was able to dance with the girl he wanted after all the times she couldn't come and there was no need to worry about the girl he was 'supposed' to want because she was busy talking to the other Barbies, this night couldn't have been more perfect well except.

"What's up, Ken?"

The Kens and Y/n do a little disco move, all jumping in the air and then break dancing in unison. They all slid across the floor landing in a pose, they had all practice that part for hours after the Barbies said that they could be included in their choreography. Simu!Ken however stands as the other Kens and Y/n stay in place. He walks in the direction of the Barbies getting their attention.

"Hey, Barbie. Check me out."

He does a back hand spring into a flip and smirks down at Ken. Y/n rolls her eyes at Ken.

"Bet you can't do a flip like that, Ken!"

He flips his hair back sparkles following his finger tips as he does so. Ken just glares at him. Of course he would take the spotlight. The Kens finally get up as a glitter cannon goes off grabbing the attention of the Barbies.

Once the glitter stopped it revealed Ryan wearing a gold shirt that opened and showed off his abs and some golden disco pants and white platform boots. Raquelle walked up to him wearing a golden jumpsuit with a gold scarf around her neck. Ryan grabs one of his sister's hands, both had their arms spread before Ryan pulled her into a turn, she turns away from him sending the Barbies a sly wink before turning back and kicking one leg up before he spins her in the arms of Ncuti!Ken.

Raquelle faces the Barbies as Ken lifts her up, her legs wrap around him as she waves at the Barbies. Ken puts Raquelle down and the two smile at each other before Ryan pushes his way between them.

Ryan leads the others in a jump pirouette, they all do a side ways salsa before jumping side to side and lifting their left hand up and pulling it down as their bodies roll to the music.

The Kens surround Ryan and they all slowly go down to the floor as Ken and Ken lift Y/n up by her arms. They put her down and they all sway their hips to the beat, Raquelle joins them and she and Y/n kick the air before they all turn in a half circle.

Soon all the Kens and the trio are on the dance doing a kick ball change before stopping and rolling their hands while moving side to side and clapping at the end, the Barbies soon join the middle and the other start to back off to let them have the spotlight again.

Ken pulls Y/n to the side laughing his plastic little heart out. It was the most fun he had ever. They stared into each other's eyes for a while, gazing lovingly and longingly at the other. Ken reaches for the other doll's hand, leaning in slightly...

"You guys ever think about dying?"

The whole party stopped. Everyone turned to look at Barbie, confusion played on everyone's face. Was this a common thing? It was really awkward.

"I don't know why I just said that."

Barbie was embarrassed, Y/n seen that look plenty of times to know. No matter how she tried to hide it with a smile, Y/n could see it in her eyes.

She looks up, balling her hands to the side, smile still on her face.

"I'm just dying...to dance!!"

The party continued back up, everyone dancing again. Y/n, Ken, Ryan, and Raquelle just looked at Barbie, she was smiling and dancing but she was off...

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A slow song was now playing, courtesy of Ken. The Kens were all told to dance with their Barbies but Raquelle was having none of that.

"Why are you fighting me on this."

"The rest of us wanna dance too, I didn't come to be a spectator."

"No one asked you to come."

Raquelle glared at the random Barbie that said causing her to hide behind another Barbie. Raquelle was able to get her way cause now she got to see her sister dancing with the doll she wanted and it was so cute.

The two dolls had big smiles on their faces and to not arouse suspension Raquelle pulled Ken into a dance and Ryan danced with pregnant Midge. Ken pulled the (h/c) doll closer towards him swaying to the beat, her head laying on his chest, he thought this moment was perfect.

He sighs dreamily, dancing with the doll until the song ended.

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The party was coming to a close, the Kens and Barbies were saying goodbye. It was girls night, a dreaded word for most Kens. Though however sad some Kens were, everyone came out of the party the happiest they've ever been.

"I wish we had a guys night."

"We sort of have guys night."

"It's more of a roommate situation."

The guys walk off a little leaving Barbie and Ken alone. The two stand in front of each other waiting, Barbie looks around and Ken just stares at his feet tapping them against the ground.

"Stop that."

"Sorry."

They wait a little bit more. Crickets chirping around them. Barbie just smiles at Ken.

"Wow..."

He rubs his hands against his pants wondering when the other three would come out. Ken felt so out of place here.

"You can go now."

"Oh, I'm waiting for the other three to come out."

"Why?"

Ken just smiles.

"We're going to a concert tonight."

Barbie looks at him intrigued.

"Oh. Whose of?"

"Ryan and Y/n."

Barbie looks down sadly. She didn't know Y/n had a concert tonight, she would have liked to go but it was girls night.

Suddenly the other ran out of the dream house that was hosting the girls night. Y/n looked panicked but the other two were laughing.

"I can not believe you did that."

Raquelle shrugs as she continues to laugh, suddenly screams started to erupt in the air from inside the house, foam balls were everywhere causing all the Barbies to trip inside.

Raquelle grabs Barbie's hand and pulls her along motioning for the others to follow.

"What's going on?"

"Best not to even ask Barbara."

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The flat screen on stage lit up, playing a silent video of Ryan playing his guitar. Raquelle playfully rolled her eyes at him. Red smoke starts to fill the stage, the sound of a guitar starts to fill the air. Ken smiled, hyped by the display in front of him before anything even happened. Barbie kept jumping up and down, excitedly hitting Ken's shoulder.

"Wooooo!!"

"Yeahhh!!"

The lights around the stage start turning red and orange as a platform above the stage starts coming down.

"I turn my cheer music up and I'm puffing my chest. I'm getting red in the face, you can call me obsessed. It's not your fault if they hover, I mean no disrespect. It's my right to be hellish..."

The platform lands on the stage, Y/n steps down from it and walks to her keyboard. She wore a black tank top with a red jacket, a black leather skirt and some black boots. A picture of Y/n playing the piano appears on the screen.

"I still get jealous."

Ryan rises onto the stage from out of the smoke by a platform under the stage. He wore a black shirt with a red band jacket and black pants with some red dress shoes.

"You're too sexy beautiful and everyone wants a taste. That's why..."

"I still get jealous!!"

The two dolls walk towards the edge of the stage and down the stairs.

"You're too sexy beautiful and everyone wants a taste. That's why..."

"I still get jealous!!"

Y/n holds the note a little longer and Ryan stops playing the beat on his guitar. Ryan stomps the ground and it turns gold under his feet, spreading until it reaches the end of the stage.

Y/n walks over to her keyboard changing the tone for the next song. A softer sound came from it and the background turned black, red and gold flakes fell against the background.

"Cause if I want you, and I want you babe. Ain't going backwards, won't ask for space. Cause space is just a word made up by someone who's afraid to get to..."

"Oh damn, oh damn, oh damn, I'm so perplexed with just one breath, I'm locked in."

Y/n thinks of when she started having feelings for the blonde doll that was supposed to like her friend.

"Oh damn, oh damn, oh damn, I'm so perplexed on that, it's almost shocking."

"I know, I know you know you're scared, Your heart, your mind, your soul, your body, They won't, they won't, they won't be careful but I guess that you don't know me."

Ken's eyes locked with Y/n's, he felt as if she was speaking directly towards him.

"Cause if I want you, and I want you babe. Ain't going backwards, won't ask for space. Cause space is just a word made up by someone who's afraid to get to..."

"CLOSE!!"

"Ohhh"

Ryan starts pretending like he's talking to someone.

"I want you close.''

"Ohhh"

"I want you close, and close ain't close enough, no."

Ryan walks up to the audience where his sister sat with the two blonde dolls as Y/n continued the next verse.

"I am not really known for ever being speechless. But now, but now somehow, My words roll off my tongue right onto your lips, oh"

She smiles at the thought of what it would feel like to finally kiss Ken.

"I'm keeping cool while you keep smiling, saying all the things I'm thinking, Oh man, oh man, I am like you so I want proof of what you're feeling."

Ryan pulls Ken onto the stage before walking to his sister and moving his hands under hers to replace them on the keys and he nods his head to Ken.

The girl looks at him surprised but walks up to Ken and pulls him close getting confused glances from the other Kens and Barbie but a proud smile from Raquelle.

"Cause if I want you, and I want you babe. Ain't going backwards, won't ask for space. Cause space is just a word made up by someone who's afraid to get to..."

She pulls him closer to her, looking intensely in his eyes.

"CLOSE!!"

"Ohhh"

Y/n grabs Ken's chin and holds it in her hand.

"I want you close.''

"Ohhh"

"I want you close, and close ain't close enough, no."

"Alright Guys, since you guys made it out tonight, it only feels right to do something for you...This song is one you should all know very well."

Y/n looked at her brother confused, what was he doing? Ryan walks off to the side of the stage before coming back with a hand mic and handing it to Ken, who was also confused.

"Just follow my lead, Kenny boy."

Ken gets nervous when Ryan smirks at him.

"Said, I don't know if I've ever been good enough. I'm a little bit rusty and I think my head is cavin' in."

Ken's eyes glowed in recognition.

"By a hand that's touched me, I feel like something's got to give. And I'm a little bit angry, well."

Ryan motions for Ken to sing the next part.

"This ain't over, no, not here, no. Not while I still need you around. You don't owe me, we might change, yeah. Yeah, we just might feel good."

The other Kens join in happy to be involved.

"I WANNA PUSH YOU AROUND, WELL I WILL, WELL I WILL!!"

"I wanna push you around well I will, well I will."

Raquelle Bobs her head to the song and Barbie looks around confused. She didn't know the song everyone was singing.

"I WANNA TAKE YOU FOR GRANTED!!"

"I wanna take you for granted."

Ken sings the last note by himself getting cheers from everyone around him.

"Yeah, well I will."

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httpdabi · 3 years

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Nothing special

Word count: 2.0k

Genre: smut, I don’t even know anymore

Warnings: 18+, dom!Dabi, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie (once again, pls use condoms lmaooo)

,, Babe, I was just joking around’’ Touya cooed on the other line, forcing you to put the phone away as you took a deep breath, trying to calm your tits down.

,, You are always joking around. Some things are kept private Touya’’ you whined, wishing your boyfriend actually understood the meaning of the word privacy. Closing your eyes, you weren’t even sure if he bragged about it to make himself cooler in front of his friends, or because he simply thought it was alright to talk about it. Once Mina told you that he was holding a speech about your sexual life with his friends last night, you almost wished you were never born.

,, Babe, they are my friends, they won’t tell anyone if you’re worrying about it’’ he said with almost apologetic voice.

,, Well guess what, one of them already told Mina’’ you tried not to scream, as you walked fast, face red from all the embarrassment you felt at the moment.

,, You know what, we’ll talk when you calm down’’ Touya hissed, hanging up fast after it. You wanted to scream in frustration and smash your fucking phone onto the cold street, but yet you stopped yourself , not wanting to make a fool out of yourself in front of the crowd of strangers.

The moment you got into the apartment you shared with your boyfriend, you sighed in relief once you realized that he ain’t home. The moment you found out about him not being able to keep his mouth shut, you felt like all the stares were directed to you.

,, Piece of shit’’ you whined, as you took your phone out of the pocket of your jacket. A sudden idea popped up in your mind. Grinning widely, you texted your best friend, telling her to be online in the next few hours, making sure she’ll have some time for a small call once Touya comes back home.

Instead of preparing the dinner, you ordered a pizza for yourself. You knew very well how much he loved when you cook for him, and how much he’s thankful for it, and it almost made you feel bad about your decision, but yet you managed to push the thoughts away, remembering about the conversation he had with his stupid friends.

,, Submissive bitch my ass’’ you hissed, choking onto the small piece of pizza. At some point all the disappointment and sadness was long gone, as anger and frustration took over you.

Not even trying to clean up the mess you made, you simply went into the bedroom you shared with him, and changed, wearing your purple oversized shirt. Sure, you loved wearing his shirts, somehow something that simple, gave you so much comfort. But not today. Today you wanted to burn everything that was his.

,, Baby, I’m home’’ you heard him say, as he slammed the door. Ignoring his words, you just hopped into the bed, trying to calm yourself down a bit. You acted as you were asleep, once you heard his steps coming closer to the bedroom the two of you shared.

,, What ? No kiss today?’’ he asked, knowing very well that you are wide awake. It was foolish of you even to think that you could fool him.

,, Ask Shiggy for a kiss, I heard he’s as submissive as I am’’ you hissed, hiding your face in the covers, still not brave enough to face him.

,,Oh? You’re still not over that?’’ he asked again, leaning onto the wall. If your behavior wasn’t so annoying at the moment, he would probably find it cute how frustrated you were over something so small. Turning around, he left you alone, wanting to give you some time for yourself, only to find you hopping out of the bed.

You followed him into the living room, courage taking over your body, once you realized that he’s calm as fuck and not affected by your reaction at all.

,, You’ve gotta be kidding me doll’’ he gasped once he saw the mess in kitchen, and leftovers of your pizza placed all over the counter. ,, At least throw the leftovers away’’ Touya added, pushing the small box to the side.

,, Clean it yourself if it bothers you that much’’ you spat, as you hopped onto the couch, turning the TV on. A dangerous smirk appeared on his face, once he realized what kind of game you were playing, not wanting to give in.

You tried to concentrate on the stupid movie you found on Netflix, as he prepared the dinner. A small part of you wanted to push him away, and simply make anything for him, but yet another part of you was telling you to sit the fuck down and ignore him.

The fact that he wasn’t paying much attention to you was pissing you off. You hoped small stuff like that would piss him off, but yet he was so calm.

Standing up, you texted Mina, checking if she’s online, as you hopped onto the tall chair next to the counter. You noticed that he was giving you a side eye, checking you out every now and then, as you just texted someone on your phone.

,, Who are you texting ?’’ curiosity took over him. You weren’t the one to text people, and if you were texting someone just to piss him off, then you were on a good way.

,,A friend’’ you simply stated, ignoring the confused and almost mad look on his face.

,, Which friend? ‘’ he asked almost immediately, his grip around the wooden spoon he was stirring the food with, grew much stronger without him even realizing.

,, You don’t know him’’ you gave him a simple answer, more than satisfied with the reaction he was giving you. Placing the Airpods in your ears, you turned the volume down as you answered Mina’s call, not giving him a chance to say anything else.

,, Heyy babe, I’ve missed you so much’’ you squeaked happily, as Mina laughed on the other side, talking some nonsense, while you answered some bullshit. Touya’s eyes widened in shock as he turned the stove off, turning around to face you as you talked with the unknown person.

,, Yeah, I’m still with him’’ you smiled widely, faking the whole conversation with Mina. The moment you realized that all of his attention was placed on you, you took a next step, hardly holding the laugh to yourself.

,, Yeah I know. No, it’s not hard to take it, his dick is nothing special, but it’s about the technique, you know? ’’ you said, biting onto your nail, as you tried to ignore the shocked expression that was written all over Touya’s face. Sure, he tired to act all calm, but there was a line and you just crossed it.

Grabbing the phone out of your hand, he looked at the unknown number that was on your screen. A small smile formed on your face, as you felt grateful that you remembered to delete Mina’s number in case something like this happens.

,, Who’s this?’’ he asked almost aggressively, only for Mina to hang up on him the moment she heard his voice. As much as you tried to stop yourself, a smirk formed on the corner of your lips, glad that he could get a taste own medicine.

The smirk long gone, once your phone flew across the room and his hand found its way to your throat. You knew that you were playing a dangerous game, but in your opinion, it was all worth it. Every fucking second of it.

,, You have a death wish ?’’ Touya hissed, his grip around your throat getting much stronger. The moment you nodded your head, he pulled you up, pushing your body down onto the counter.

,, Sure my technique might be good, but as much as I remember, you were crying about my dick not fitting in?’’ he said, making it sound like he was questioning you. ,, Guess, I’ll have to remind you about it’’ Touya added, flipping you over. One hand gripping onto your hair, as he pushed your upper body over the counter, and his other hand ripping your panties apart, throwing them on the floor.

Without a warning, he slammed his dick into you, making you scream as the pain took over your body. It was weird how even tho the two of you fucked every night, he was stretching you out like it was your first time.

He didn’t give you any time to adjust, snapping his hips against your own at a ruthless pace. There was no need for it, it was a punishment in the first place and as you said, his dick is nothing special after all.

Somehow you managed to grab onto the edges of the counter, as he roamed into you fast and deep, hitting your cervix with every move he made. Closing your eyes, you tried not to moan, you tried not to show him any sign of pleasure you felt in that very moment.

,, What’s wrong baby? I thought you can take it’’ he groaned, yanking your hair back. The whole situation was turning him on way too much, your bratty attitude, the way you are bent over the counter for him and the small whimpers that were escaping your lips every now and then.

,, I-I’m glad.. I’m glad you could feel the way .. The way I did’’ you managed to say, catching your breath in between every word you said.

,, Shut your bratty mouth’’ he hissed, his grip and moves getting only stronger. A loud moan escaped from your mouth, once you felt him hit your g spot. Closing your eyes, you wiggled your body a bit, giving him a sign that you are close. Like he didn’t know already. If someone knows your body, it’s Touya. He simply knows everything about you, he knows when you’re upset, sad, when you’re hiding something from him. He knows when something is wrong, when you are in pain, and the best he knows is when you are about to cum.

He didn’t plan on making you cum, he wanted to punish you and leave you on your own once he’s done with you. He wanted to make you beg for him, he wanted you to finish yourself with nothing else than your own fingers. He didn’t want to give you that pleasure of reaching your high, you didn’t deserve it, yet once he felt you moving your body closer to his, and once he heard the small moans coming out of your mouth, the thought he had was long gone.

,, Right here?’’ he asked, his fingers on your clit, rubbing small circles. You couldn’t even answer him properly, only nodding your head, as you squeezed your eyes shut. Toyua grinned once he felt your walls tightening around his dick, making him fuck you even harder than he already did. If that was even possible.

,, Oh God, Touya’’ you moaned loudly, repeating his name all over again, as you came all over his dick. Touya continued to fuck you, reaching his own high shortly after. The moment you felt his warm seed deep inside of you, you sniffed quietly, disappointed with the fact that you were once again so weak and nothing else than submissive bitch for him.

,, Baby, it’s okay, it’s okay’’ Touya whispered, turning your body around and placing small and soft kisses all over your face. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you, and the way you acted in that very moment broke his heart.

,, I’m sorry baby, I’ll make everything better, I’ll never talk about our love life ever again’’ he added, pulling you into a tight embrace.

,, Promise?’’ you whispered, slowly rubbing your eyes as he showered you with billion small kisses. You knew that he didn’t mean any harm with his reckless talk, you knew he never wanted to hurt you.

,,Promise’’ he said, and you believed him, like you always did.

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The Freedom of Expression Ep 56 - Dir en grey live with audience scheduled! and, Thinking about the aftermath of inappropriate remarks.

K: Hi, this is Dir en grey's Kaoru, with this week's episode of The Freedom of Expression. Joe, Tasai, welcome. Um, I think it was two days ago, Dir en grey announced that we will do a live show.

T, J: *applause*

T: How long has it been?

K: Well, as for proper lives, its been since last year in February when we were on the European tour. We did do the no-audience lives since then, but as for lives with an audience, thats how long its been.

T: Its a big decision, isn't it?

J: Yeah, and people have been waiting, right?

K: Well, I think people will have a lot of opinions about it, and its a bit hard to say to people, 'Please come!'... Well, as for why we havn't been doing lives, of course its because of corona..there was a risk there. As for the live venues, within these restrictions we weren't sure whether we would be able to complete the type of show we wanted to do...Like, the audience can't use their voice etc. So I was a little concerned when I thought about that, but at the same time, it's strange to say 'it can't be helped', but I thought we could at least try it once. You know, like a live show within these restrictions. We might even get some new feeling or new atmosphere out of it that we've never had before. I mean, we might not, but like, rather than not doing it and worrying, we could just give it a try once, and it might even turn us in some new direction. Then after we do it, we can think about what to do next.

J: I see. Yeah, if you spend all your time thinking it over, nothing will happen, right?

K: Yeah. Well, its not bad to do that though, I just wonder whether we might be able to create a new kind of experience in this way. We won't know if we don't try..

Kami: Um, if you don't try, you won't be able to say what it was like, will you?

K: Well, yeah, thats right. I'd like to experience it.

T: Yeah, within the restrictions, see what type of performance you can create.

K: Well, and people are slowly beginning to restart this kind of thing.

Kami: Um, doesn't it kind of feel like having a school fieldtrip, but being sick so you couldn't go, and then afterwards feeling sad that you missed out?

T: Haha

K: No, its not like that.

T, J: Hahaha

J: Nearly, Kami.

T: Yeah, nearly.

Kami: I didn't get it.

J: Your example was very easy to understand, but it was wrong.

T, K: Haha

Kami: Ok.

K: Well, well, I mean, it wasn't the right example, but the feeling is similar I suppose.

Kami: Ah! See, it is similar! I was right!

J: Oh, Im sorry Kami.

T: Haha

K: So, we're gonna do it. So for anyone who wants to experience this, I'd like you to come and see us... Ok, well..

J: Yes, today's topic is...well, this topic is a little old already, its about Mori Yoshio and the Olympic committee. He has made a run of problematic comments like 'if there are a lot of women, the meetings will last longer', and 'famous people could carry the Olympic torch only through rice fields', and has been forced to resign. Well, this has been big news, but well, this program is about 'The Freedom of Expression', so from that perspective, could you not say that he just slipped up? He slipped up, but shouldn't he still have freedom of expression? Of course, I think these were careless remarks, uttered without a sense of responsibility, but whats the best way to deal with a situation like this? What about just telling the person in question to stop it? Is that enough? So, thats the theme today, in regards to freedom of expression, of course you are free to say what you want, but what should be done if what you say is thoughtless, or clearly at odds with the common view in society? Is it ok to just criticize the comments only? So its quite a serious topic about the freedom of expression today.

T: Well, as for me, if I had to say...I'd say im in the 'if it creates further discussion then its ok' camp. Um, he's a tv celeb now, but do you remember when Sugimura Taizō won his first election? He said, 'I want to go to the high-class restaurants', you know, like political meetings at high-class restaurants? And he was criticized a lot for that. But when I interviewed him in person, I asked him about how he had felt at that time, he said he was simply just curious about whether this type of thing really went on in the world of politics. It was a pretty innocent thing, but when he said it, he was called into question massively. Thats what he said when I asked him. So I don't really think we will make any progress in situations like this, if we don't stop and think about why a person might say things before we launch an attack.

J: I see. Kaoru, what do you think?

K: Nothings come out it in terms of making a bad thing better. I think its a good thing to start a discussion out of it afterwards.

J: Yeah

K: Of course if its wrong, its wrong, but it seems natural to ???*1

J: This all reminds me of this difficult word we hear in the media a lot, 'political correctness'. Like, being forced into the political medium ground, and if you ever make a small mistake with what you say, you'll be accussed of being wrong. People are scared of being targeted like this...Even when you see press conferences, people will only ever talk about thier own position, so as an observer, even press conferences get boring. I'd like people to speak their raw words more, I want to hear what they really think. But if they did, they would be accused of saying the wrong thing. Its like you said Kaoru, if their mistake was shared it might end up heading in a better direction, but if people just immediately and triumphantly scream, 'Thats wrong!', then I have a feeling its gonna carry on like this forever. Its important to think about whether the mistake can be repaired. Anyone makes mistakes. Whatever you say, it will be different from what some other people think. And rather than fixing the mistake, I think some people see it as a game of winning or losing.

K: You can't just say 'sorry', can you?

J: No, you can't. Why is that??

K: This type of person (*Mori*) can't say it for some reason.

J: Like, 'I'M SORRY, I'M REALLY SORRY FOR WHAT I SAID!!

K: ??*2

J: Then they would understand their mistake, and be able to fix it. I think that would be ok!

T: Yeah, we should give people a chance. If you don't point out their mistake, and let them say sorry..

J: Even though it would be good to create that kind of grown-up environment, with everyone on the attack so much these days, people are so cautious about what they say now, the press conferences are more like rituals. Its become a kind of never-ending ritualistic exchange.

K: If nothing is done, Mori will never learn, right?

J: Thats right.

K: If someone just tells him he needs to change his ideas, he can take that to heart..well, did he?

J: Haha, well, I don't know, when he's that old, I don't know. But I think he probably felt something, surely. Also, we ourselves are getting old, and when we get that old, some stuff that was correct for our generation will suddenly become wrong, right? We could say something, and people would be like, 'Eh?!', even though it was fine for our generation. We are bound to be caught up like this eventually. Honestly, there will be people who saw this press conference with Mori, who didn't realise what was wrong at first. You know, with Mori's remarks.

T: People from his generation may even sympathise with him, they might not understand.

J: Yes, yes, yes. But if it was made into a public discussion, they might start to understand the problem. There might be people in that generation who don't understand that saying this type of thing about women is complete prejudice.

T: But as you said Kaoru, when people get that old, the don't like saying sorry.

K: Ah, yeh.

T: So, I want people to be aware of the discussion that can happen after that.

J: It just makes me think eventually, we'll be in that generation. It will happen to us.

T: You might say this type of thing, Joe.

J: Yeah.

K: You already do, don't you?

J: Maybe. I might have harrased people without realising it. I might have said things to people which I thought would make them happy, but actually made them think I was really annoying.

K, T: Ah, yeah.

J: When you're in that kind of position with a huge public stage, you will suffer huge effects, but when you're in my kind of position, its not as decisive, so there is a possibility I'm also doing that. Its possible Im becoming like Mori.

T: Will your radio listerners be saying, 'Joe always says that kind of thing!'?

J: Yeah, now you mention it, Hiranabe was pretty bad. haha

T: Yeah, you could just write Hiranabe here instead of Mori, and it would fit. haha

J: Haha, he would definitely say that kind of thing. So, anyway, yeah, we have to be careful with this.

K: Well, even just discussing it like this is a good step.

J: It is, yes. Ah..Kami is quiet today.

Kami: Well, I thought this was pretty bad.

J: It was bad?　

Kami: Yeah, a long time ago I used to say things about women, and I got a fierce backlash, and realised I was wrong. Um, it was a road trip with a few adults to an onsen, we went in a few different cars. During the drive I was talking about how women always take ages in the toilet, and one of them said that she is actually really quick in the toilet.

J, T: Haha

Kami: It was possibly bad timing that she started to need the toilet just then. She said she'd be quick, so asked us to stop at the next convenience store, so we stopped at some place like that. And I was like, 'Eh?! Already?! You're back?!'. She was so fast! So after that, I repented, I realised it wasn't the same for everyone. Then I gave up the front passenger seat for her.

J: Hahaha

T: What kind of story is this?! Kami thinks the front passenger seat is some kind of treat?

Kami: Well, anyway, that happened to me. People usually have this image that women take a long time in the toilet, don't they?

J: Yeah.

T: Are they fixing their make-up and stuff?

J: Some might be, yeah.

K: Well, men also have the stand-up option, right?

Kami: I realised at that time that it all depends on the person.

J: I see.

T: Ah, thats good, Kami learned something new?

Kami: Yeah.

J: Yeah, in regards to toilets.

K: If you took a long time in the toilet at school, they used to say you were doing a poo, right?

J: Ah yeh. You had to do it quickly, or they would be saying it all day. They would be saying like, 'This guy did a poo'. I wonder what its like for kids these days?

T: Yeah, I'd like that to disappear. I want the toilet to be peaceful.

K: You felt something was coming if you went in the stall, right?

J: Yeah, they would throw water over the top, and shout 'This guy's doing a poo!'.

T: Yeah, yeah.

J: What was that all about?!

T: Well, I think boys' toilets should all be just individual stalls.

J, K: Ahh, yeh.

J: So you can't tell whether someones doing a no.1 or a no.2?

K: But recently there are people who sit on the toilet on their phones not actually pooing, aren't there?

T: There are, yeah. Even if I'm outside desperate to go.

J: Yeah, you can tell they aren't even trying to go, or they've already finished. Its totally silent in there. Or you suddenly hear them answering their phone. Its like, 'Hey! That cubucle is for doing a poo!'.

T: This is a big problem amongst men.

J: It is.

K: Ok, shall we finish on that note, haha. Please subscribe. Thank you very much.

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Two’s A Party [C.H. One Shot]

A/N: So basically I read this sentence prompt that went “If you don’t get turned on by having your neck kissed, something’s wrong with you” and instantly thought of Calum and viola this was born. Funny how I was legit talking to @5sosnsfw last night about how writing smut is so bleh and then I wrote this about 24 hours later. Calum just does it to me, man.

This is written in 2nd person which I rarely ever do in a proper one shot so enjoy it while it lasts LMAO. This is all just smut/situations leading up to it.

It’s only about 4k words so...... Happy reading!

The party had died down around two-thirty in the morning, your apartment engulfed in a pleasant, calm lul as opposed to the enjoyable rowdiness your friends brought with them. Besides, it wasn’t even a party, per se. More so a get together with your closest friends where you watched movies, ate lots of food, played board games, and drank even more alcohol. It was a fun way of winding down from the week and getting ready for the weekend, jobs and other adulting commitments making it difficult for you to see your friends as often as you’d like.

Especially those who didn’t stick around for too long, given their lifestyle, vastly different from your own, had them constantly traveling.

“Are you still going?”

Your eyes flickered away from the TV, which was playing an episode of Vampire Diaries—you weren’t sure why; you vaguely remembered one of your friends wanting to watch an episode just for Ian Somerhalder—and you looked up at Calum emerging from the hallway. He was eyeing the glass of wine you were sipping from, his own eyes a bit glassy from the hits he’d taken, curls ruffled a top his head as he slowly made his way over to you.

He was the last one still at your place, the rest of your friends having climbed into their Ubers after bidding goodnight, and you didn’t mind at all. You loved Calum’s company, sober or otherwise, and you didn’t have to tell him he was welcome to stay over for him to know.

You lowered the glass after swallowing the bittersweet sip, a lazy, tipsied smile gracing your lips. It was your second glass of wine—thought that was after a round of ill advised shots Luke wanted to take and a couple of hits from one of your other friend’s pen. You weren’t drunk, but a pleasant, enjoyable buzz hummed through your veins and tickled your skin. Your head kind of felt heavy on your shoulders, nothing you weren’t used to, but it was a welcome feeling.

“Don’t judge me in my own home,” you responded, watching as Calum snorted as he stepped over you. You were sitting on the ground, on a floor cushion that was softer than your couch, back against it as you absently watched the show with a throw blanket on your lap.

You felt the couch subtly move behind you, hearing Calum grunt gently as he laid down, legs dangling over one side of the arm rest as his head rested on the couch near where yours was as you remained seated. “Why’re you sitting on the floor?” Calum asked, voice raspy and just a little bit muffled due to his cheek pressed against the couch.

You licked your lips, tasting the wine, wondering if you should pour some more as you drawled, “Why are you asking so many questions?”

You knew why, of course. He wasn’t entirely sober, and whether he was drunk or high—especially high—it was when every question that ran through Calum’s mind was voiced. His need to know things always took over, asking, asking, asking. And you were always patient with him, always answering, wanting to do your best to feed his hunger of knowing. That’s how it also worked when you told him about the classes you were currently taking in grad school, and he asked you about the lectures and readings. He couldn’t go back to school like he wanted, not yet anyway, so you let him live vicariously through you. Calum always did the same when you asked about his life on the road, the wanderess in you never silenced.. Give and take, always.

Calum was silent for a few moments, the only sound in your apartment coming from the TV as the show continued on. You watched with slightly hooded eyes, unable to truly focus. At this point, you may be more tired than high. But you wanted to enjoy Calum’s company for as long as you could.

“Can I ask you another question?” he finally spoke up, the lazy drawl in his deep voice enticing. When you hummed in response, Calum asked, “What the fuck is sexual abandonment?”

You let out a groan, throwing your head back, just barely grazing Calum’s side where he lay as you felt and heard him chuckle at your reaction. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as thoughts of your ex flashed through your mind, more annoyed than pained. There was no love lost, but Calum was really blowing her shit right now. “Listen, shut up. I can’t believe I dated someone who used that as a reason to break up,” you huffed, straightening your head with a shake of it. Calum’s chuckles were deep behind you, all too amused, as your face scrunched up at the mere thought of your ex-boyfriend. He really had said he was dumping you because of sexual abandonment. You figured that’s why you’d never date a law student again. Or someone named Greg. You snorted as you raised your glass of wine. “I’m surprised he didn’t sue me.”

That only had Calum laughing harder, your smile growing as you swallowed your wine and looked over your shoulder. He was pressing his face on the couch cushion, shoulders shaking from his raspy laughter, and you could see the crinkles by his eyes as he did so. He was fucking adorable.

You bit your smiling lower lip, forcing yourself to look away from him and back at the TV screen, face scrunching up once again in distaste as you sounded disapprovingly, “Ugh.”

“What?” Calum questioned through a somewhat squeaky and endearing voice as his laughter dissolved into chuckles, taking a breath to calm himself down.

“That,” you answered, pouting at the TV as you watched one of the characters kiss the other’s neck, the recipient of it looking far too much like she was enjoying it. You couldn’t relate. “Not fun. Does absolutely nothing.”

From behind you, you heard Calum let out a disbelieving scoff, and without even looking at him you could hear the frown he wore as he said, “If you don’t get turned on by having your neck kissed, something’s wrong with you, doll.”

You finished off your wine with a roll of your eyes, putting the glass on the coffee table and blinking back some focus as you realized you put it a bit too close to the edge and pushed it further to the center of the table. Settling back against the couch, you informed your Australian friend, “No one I’ve ever been with has turned me on by kissing my neck. Either they just suck at it, or something really is wrong with me.”

Calum clicked his tongue in disapproval, and you felt his right arm wind around you, settling across your collarbones as he remained behind you. You enjoyed his warmth, the closeness not unfamiliar, until he shifted and you felt his lips brush along the shell of your ear as he murmured lowly, “They didn’t know what they were doin’. You need someone who does.”

Either you were drunker than you initially thought, or this was starting to take a turn you hadn’t been prepared for. Still, the sound of his husky voice sent a shiver down your spine, stomach flipping excitedly as you played with him for a brief moment, perhaps as a way of testing to see if you were right about the direction this was headed in. “Let me know if you find anyone willing.”

The hand that was wrapped around you was settled near the nape of your neck, throat working when Calum dragged a finger along the side of it in a featherlight touch. “Already have.”

Yeah. This was definitely going where you realized you desperately wanted it to go.

You inhaled deeply, the anticipation suddenly buzzing your veins more than any of the drinks had, biting the inside of your lower lip as Calum hummed, “Come up here, yeah?”

You moved without much thought, getting up from the floor to scoot up to the couch as Calum had moved, the blanket falling to the floor. Without having you face him, he had you settled between his legs, relaxed, hands settling at the juncture of your thighs where the heat of his touch seeped through the thin material of your leggings. Your heart was thundering your chest, in overdrive as you breathed in the scent of his familiar cologne deliciously mixed with the faint scent of weed, feeling Calum sit up behind you as his chest pressed against your back.

“Relax, doll,” he murmured, voice all too enticing, “just watch your show.”

It had been challenging to focus on the damn show before; did he really think you’d be able to now?

Still, you did as he said, ridding of any tension built from anticipation as you leaned into his sturdy chest, gaze on the show playing on the TV as you felt the first soft pressure of Calum’s lips. He started on your left side, where your neck met your shoulder, and you reveled in the coincidence of your decision to wear a tank top tonight.

Calum’s movements were slow, purposeful, as he pressed close mouthed kisses, starting a trail leading up the side of your neck, and each touch of his soft lips against your skin had you lightly biting your bottom lip. It was embarrassing how the sensation of his lips already had you realizing that, yeah, this was better than anyone else who’d ever tried this on you.

His hands were on your hips, teasingly sliding to the juncture of your thighs, the brush of his fingers flipping your stomach desirably. You weren’t oblivious to the way your heart was picking up its pace, already starting to find it difficult to focus on a bunch of vampires on the TV screen as Calum’s lips reached the spot where your jaw and neck met. The added sensation of his stubble scratching gently against the previous kissed spots, along with the tickling brush of his curls, had you biting your tongue as you tried to keep your breaths steady.

The wine that buzzed in your veins only heightened everything you were feeling, taking in a soft breath when Calum teased your skin with a nibble. Your eyes fluttered as his kisses trailing down started slowly becoming more intense, more playing with your skin with the use of his teeth and tongue, heart leaping in your throat when he chuckled against you. You felt his deep, quiet laughter in his chest against your back. With a squeeze of your hips, Calum murmured, “I can tell you’re already enjoying this.”

You didn’t want to give in too easily—give into what, you weren’t sure—despite leaning your head back just a little against his shoulder, hooded eyes still on the TV as you breathed, “Only a little.”

Calum, of course, took that as a challenge.

He scoffed lightly, bringing his left hand up to cup your right jaw, turning your face towards his as he lifted his head to look at you. The distance between you two was practically nonexistent, and you wondered if his dark, blown out pupils were because of whatever high he may be riding or because of what he was doing to you. You knew yours damn well had to do with him.

There was a boyish, wicked smirk growing on his lips, his hand warm against your cheek, thumb brushing along your lower lip as he leaned in close. You tried to ignore the way your heart jumped when Calum’s lips brushed against yours, just barely, so close but not entirely, as he whispered arrogantly, “You’re a shit liar.”

And then his head was ducking once more, and this time as his lips trailed to your collarbone, you felt the newfound passion behind his kisses—one that you welcomed wholeheartedly.

The enticing burn of his stubble was soothed by the warm press of his lips, only to be teased unforgivingly with his teeth and tongue as he bit and sucked at your skin, determined to leave marks you both knew you’d wear proudly. Your breath caught in your throat, eyes still on the TV but not at all in focus, head leaned back to willingly give Calum access. Your right hand gripped the edge of the couch, digging into the soft material, while the other had a mind of its own and reached up to bury your fingers in the back of Calum’s head, lost in the strands of his curls.

He took his time with the kisses, never dialing back on the fervor, knowing just how much he was picking up your heart rate as he felt your body react to him. It drove him crazy, hearing the small gasps and sharp inhales you sounded every time he added a new mark to paint your skin with, wondering if you could feel just what you were doing to him, too. You could.

Calum’s hand that was gripping your jaw shifted, just a fraction, enough to allow for his thumb to slip past your lips, grip on your thigh tightened when you, without hesitation, wrapped your lips around the thumb and sucked. “Fuck,” Calum groaned breathily, lips dragging on your skin as you didn’t even try to hide the smirk that threatened to grow.

He kissed another mark he left on you before lifting his head, lips no longer on your skin and thumb no longer in your mouth. Your eyes met his dark ones, his no longer glazed from the weed but solely because of you, barely giving you a chance to let out a breath as Calum used the hand that held your jaw to turn you towards him more, closing the gap as his lips that had been teasing your neck for God knows how long finally met yours in a searing, toe curling kiss.

The two of you moved, lips never leaving one anothers as you turned to straddle Calum where he sat, the TV in the background drowned out by the sounds of your sharp breathing as you kissed, suddenly feeling a bit too constrained by the clothes that you both wore. You felt yourself easily getting lost in the feel of Calum’s lips against yours, working perfectly as the kiss deepened and the tongue that had been teasing your neck effortlessly slid against yours. Your fingers gripped the hem of Calum’s shirt, and he easily got the message as he reached behind to grip the material off his back and lift it off of himself completely, the kiss breaking for a brief moment that you used to take off your own tank top.

You grinned lazily at the sight of his unruly curls, messed up by your own fingers and the act of taking off his shirt, biting down on your lower lip as you noticed Calum watching you watch him. The incredulity of this whole situation wasn’t lost on either of you, but it wasn’t something you wanted to think about. That would come later.

So for now, Calum wrapped his arms around your waist before getting up effortlessly with your legs around him, smirking at the startled exclaim that fell past your lips as Calum lowered you onto your back on the couch, getting on his knees above you. Reaching your hand forward, you gripped the pendant of the necklace he wore, tugging him down to connect your lips once more, mouth craving to slant against his as Calum eagerly returned the kiss. He used one hand to plant by your head to keep himself above you, the fingers of the other digging under the band of your leggings and panties and giving them a quick tug downwards.

You couldn’t help the giggle that fell past your lips as you helped him in taking off the offending materials, the kiss breaking as he sat up to rid himself of his own pants. Both of your movements weren’t as frenzy as the pace of your heats, taking your time in ridding the clothes despite the pressing urge to once again close the gap between the two of you.

You looked up at Calum, your breathing heavy, as he sat on his knees between your legs, gaze never leaving yours as he rolled on the condom he’d taken out from his wallet. You wondered if his lips once again craved yours, wondered if his felt electric from the kisses shared while yearning for more, admiring the pinkness of his mouth from treating you so well.

There was a heat firing up your body as Calum openly admired you as well, laying bare all for him. Did he also find this turn of events unexpected? Was he also grateful things had taken this path, just like you were? Because fuck it if you never imagined getting to be with him like this, savoring every piece of him for as long as you could.

He leaned down to kiss you again, your eyes fluttering shut as you felt his chest press against yours, gasping into his mouth when his finger teased your slick folds. Calum’s lips curled into a smirk, the rasp of his voice chilling as he groaned at your wetness and mused, “No one could’ve turned you on like this except for me, doll.” Your fingers dug into his shoulders, nails sensually dragging across his skin as he added another finger into you. “Always remember that.”

As if you could ever forget.

You were lucky that Calum took mercy on you, hearing the whimper you released and he swallowed amidst your kiss, pumping his fingers a few times, dragging them against your walls, admiring your tightness before pulling them out and teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock. Being verbal wasn’t something you found yourself capable of, all of the sensations starting from the second Calum had pressed his lips to your neck to now overwhelming you, but you knew Calum and you knew he would wait until you gave him the go ahead.

So you kissed him, tugging at his lower lip with your teeth, the press of his chest against yours syncing your heartbeats, as you begged, “Please, Cal.”

He reveled in the moan you let out as he buried himself inside of you, the kiss breaking as your eyes shut and head tilted back at the sensation of him filling you. Calum dropped his lips to your throat, curls and eyelashes brushing against your skin as he squeezed his own eyes shut at the feel of you around him, snug and right. He cursed under his breath, guttural and blissed, feeling the confirming squeeze you gave his bicep a moment later that allowed him to create a pace that effortlessly drove you both crazy.

One leg on the couch while the foot of the other planted itself on the ground, Calum so easily hit that spot that had your heart jumping and head dizzying. You were overwhelmed by him; by him filling you up so well, by his lips on your throat, by the hand that wasn’t holding him up reaching between the two of you so his thumb could toy with your clit.

Calum lifted his head, taking in the flush of your cheeks and blissed out look in your eyes as you looked up at him through a hooded gaze, and he couldn’t be more entranced if he tried. He smirked breathlessly, nipping at your lower lip, grunts falling past his throat as he praised, “Take me so well, baby. How’s it feel knowin’ only I can get you like this?”

You let out a sharp breath, the urge to feel his lips against you strong as you confirmed breathlessly, “So good,” before kissing him like your life depended on it because, honestly, it felt as though it did.

The familiar coil in the pit of your stomach tightened as Calum kept his pace, thumb still circling your clit, and you knew that Calum knew you well enough at this point. You didn’t realize how well until he urged, “Let go, baby.”

Stars exploded behind your eyelids as you felt yourself do just that, the satisfied, blissed out sounds you let out music to Calum’s ears as his own release soon followed, burying his head in the crook of your neck so you could feel the press of his lips and scratch of his stubble. Even the pendant of his necklace dragging across your skin sent shivers down your spine, the mix of all these heavenly sensations taking over in the best way possible.

Your breathing was labored, as was Calum’s, whimpering softly as he pulled out of you and rid of the condom in the makeshift garbage bag made from one of the empty takeout bags. Calum then picked up the blanket and you lazily shifted over as much as you could towards the back of the couch, letting Calum settle next to you—though you ended up a bit on top of him. Neither of you minded.

You stared up at the ceiling, willing your heart to calm down as you reveled in the warmth of Calum’s bare body against yours in the minimal space your couch offered. The blanket reached up far enough to cover your chest, Calum’s toes just barely peeking out from the other end. He’d propped his head on the armrest, your own laying against his chest as his fingers lightly trailed up and down your arm as his own stayed wrapped around your shoulders. The TV was still on, as was that damned show, though neither of you paid it any attention. How could you, when you’d just done what you did?

Your stomach was still fluttering, lips electric, biting them before breaking the silence between you two. “So I guess nothing was wrong with me. Everyone else just sucked.”

Calum let out a deep chuckle at that as his fingers that had been dancing on your arm trailed over to your neck, brushing against the sensitive spots that were blooming into the bruises he’d intentionally left. Voice a low murmur, the smirk ever present, he responded smugly, “I know.”

You scoffed, lightly smacking his chest with the back of your hand, earning another laugh from him. Reaching your hand up, you took Calum’s that was trailing along your neck and played with his fingers, a thought popping in your head as you bit the inside of your cheek. Watching your fingers play with his, you dared yourself to hum, “Know what I’ve been wondering?”

He allowed you to pull off one of his silver rings before taking it between his fingers and sliding it over your thumb, the only place it’d fit. “What’s that?”

You took a silent breath, preparing yourself as the anticipation started building up without much doing. Tilting your head, you looked up to meet Calum’s curious gaze, his eyebrows quirking at the not-so-innocent smirk tilting at your lips. “If the rumors about your head game are true.”

His eyes darkened and you knew you had his attention—not that you’d ever lost it. And when your smirk widened, biting your lip, Calum’s own wicked one came out to play, already pulling off the blanket to make his way towards your sensitive heat. Your heart jumped, gasping as he got to his knees on the floor and gripped your hips to turn your body towards him, smirking up at you from between your legs as he taunted, “Only one way to find out.”

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xiaoderys · 4 years

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❝ Saturated Sunrise ❞ (l.dh, n.jm) I

DISCONTINUED

pairing: haechan x reader, jaemin x reader

genre: crack, fluff, angst, possible smut soulmate!au, college!au, social media!au mixed WITH narrative

warnings: swearing, slightly suggestive with possible smut in future chapters

word count: 2.5K

parts: prologue , character-profile, I

synopsis: you gradually lose your ability to see colors as you fall out of love with donghyuck

you were red and you liked me because I was blue. but you touched me and suddenly was a lilac sky. then you decided purple just wasn't for you.

You’ve always loved the rain, unlike your boyfriend who would squirm whenever a single drop touches his golden skin, but then again, who could blame him? he was like the sun; a ball of roaring fire that could never learn to love its polar opposite. But you on the other hand, could never hate it even if you tried, there was just something about it, maybe it’s the tranquility of it, the smell, the aesthetic or the fact that it brings you back to the very night you met Hyuck.

It’s quite funny really, you’d think these only happened in movies and tv shows yet there you were, soaking wet and walking side by side with a boy you barely knew under an umbrella that barely covered you both.

You sighed deeply while looking through the glass windows of the convenience store and up at the dark sky, the rain was pouring and you figured it won’t be stopping any time soon.

You didn’t have your umbrella with you but it was already past 10pm so after a few minutes of internally arguing with yourself, you got out of your seat, walked out and pulled your bag above your head to somehow shield yourself from the rain.

new instagram post from Donghyuck, 1 new text from mom, 6 new notifications from bible study

open? Yes / No

As you took your first few steps outside, you heard the bell ring from behind you, signaling that there was someone going in/out of the store.

You didn’t mind it at first but you heard someone yell “Hey, wait up!” no one else was around so you assumed the person was calling out for you and stopped in your tracks.

You turned around to look and just as you do, a car sped right in front of you which caused the rain water from the ground to be splashed all over you.

“Well, fuck” you exhale.

You lowered the bag covering your head as you were already soaking wet from head to toe and wiped your dripping face swearing to yourself that the universe hated you.

As soon as the car passed, the person on the other side of the road, jogged towards you and adjusted his umbrella over your head “What the hell were you thinking?”

You were quite confused as to why this person was suddenly scolding you so you just furrowed your brows at him.

“Walking home without an umbrella in this weather? Are you stupid?”

“Well what do you want me to do? spend the night at 7-eleven?” you didn’t mean to respond with sarcasm but you just got soaked with rain water and this guy who was nagging you while talking just called you stupid which did not help you and your anger issues.

“Better than ending up looking like a wet dog that just played in the mud but I think it’s a little too late for that” he said as he looked you up and down.

“Hey, it’s not my fault! that guy was driving like he’s in grand theft auto!”

“Well if you just stayed back in the store and waited for the storm to at least calm down a little bit then you wouldn’t be in this situation in the first place and I wouldn’t have had to leave my delicious cup of ramen in there all alone” he raised his brow acting as if he made a point.

“No one asked you to do that”

“No one asked me to be so unbelievably hot either but here I am”, you scoffed at his sudden cockiness but you’d rather eat your own arm than feed a man’s ego so you looked at him with a distasteful expression “Just go back to your ramen, I can handle myself”

“Lies. You’ll freeze to death before you could even get half-way home. Here, take this” he took off his jacket and handed it to you.

The cold wind mixed with rain and your wet clothes hit you like a truck bigger than your ego but your stubbornness still got the better of you “I-I don’t need it”

“you’re literally shivering like a little puppy”, he was right but are you going to admit to that? No.

“I bite into my ice cream without feeling a thing and sleep right in front of the air conditioner, I think I’ll be fine”

He poked his tongue in his cheek, showing his annoyance “Why do you have to be so difficult? you’d rather walk home freezing than put your pride aside for a second?” the angrier he got while scolding you, the more he talked in a pout so instead of scaring you into listening, you actually found it a little cute—

“Hey, are you listening?!” thunder struck all of a sudden which made you flinch and Donghyuck swore right then and there that you were the most adorable thing in existence.

After seeing you jump from the thunder, his expression softened and suddenly the rain was pouring heavier than before and you were shivering like crazy. He sighed, and put his jacket over your shoulders himself.

You were gonna take it off and give it back to him but he stopped you “if you take that off, I’ll kiss you” normally, you would love to challenge a bluff but you couldn’t take it anymore, it was so cold and you had no other choice, so you mumbled a quick “fine” and although it didn’t help much, you did feel a lot warmer.

He smiled at you, satisfied with your decision “Great, so where are we headed?”

“We?” you looked up at him confused

“mhmm, were you just expecting me to give you my umbrella and let you go home with my adidas track top?” he said with a ridiculing expression

“pretty much, yeah”

“This is my only umbrella and that jacket costs over a $60, I’m not letting you walk away with it just like that and besides, there are loads of creeps out here”

“$60 for a jacket this thin?” you held up the sides of the jacket wondering how a jacket so thin could cost more than your weeks worth of allowance.

“Yeah, it’s a bit off a rip-off, but that’s not the point, dummy. I’m your only option of getting home safe wether you like it or not”

“You don’t even know me, why do you care so much if something happens?“

“My gentleman nature is truly my biggest flaw-“ you rolled your eyes and turned around, ready to walk away but he held your shoulders back “ah ah, hold on! My mom would never forgive me if she found out I left a girl all alone to walk home in the rain”

You sighed “Fine but no talking, I’ve already used up all my social juice for the day” he nodded cutely and snuggled beside you.

You didn’t get the chance to think about it but he looked around your age and appeared to be a student as well, considering the fact that he wore a tracksuit and was carrying a backpack.

You tried to catch a glimpse of his face every now and then and you weren’t gonna lie, he definitely wasn’t bad looking.

Being a little shorter than him, it gave you the opportunity to study his side-profile; his jaw was quite defined and his features were really soft and he had these insanely fluffy cheeks oh- and you also noticed his plump lips that made it look like he was always pouting.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer” he said with a straight face, not even bothering to look in your direction.

“What?” you widened your eyes, blood rushing to your cheeks due to embarrassment.

“What? you think I haven’t noticed you staring at me for the past five minutes? you’re practically undressing me with your eyes” he playfully rolled his eyes.

You slapped his arm “No, I wasn’t! what’s wrong with you!”

He let out a chuckle, finding your annoyance and the way you turn red when embarrassed very amusing but you on the other hand just stayed with a pout and furrowed brows.

Donghyuck soon realized that you haven’t caught each other’s name yet “so what’s your name?”

“I thought I said no talking”

“Come on, small talk won’t hurt you”

I guess it’s better than walking in awkward silence “I’m y/n”

“Cute. I’m Donghyuck“ he smiled.

Since you were making small talk, you decided to ask about him more “if you don’t mind me asking, are you still a student?”

“A high school junior, yes, you?”

“Oh my god! same!” Donghyuck noticed how you got a little too excited over something so little but little did he know, that your childlike nature was just a sample of your many unforgettable qualities.

“Really? your height is making me think otherwise”

“Hey! My height is average!” you stopped and started to get defensive.

“And it’s not like you could talk, you’re not even that much taller!” that was a lie, he stood a good 7 inches taller than you making him the perfect height to give you forehead kisses.

“Okay mike wazowski, let’s keep it moving”

“Are you really trying to get me mad?!”

You looked so cute with your brows knit together and mouth forming a thin line that Donghyuck just couldn’t help but laugh “No offense but I literally feel like I’m being threatened by a cupcake”

“Do you want to fight?!” and just like that, Donghyuck found his new favorite hobby: annoying the living hell out of you.

“Pftt, what are you gonna do? eat my kneecaps?” he rolled his eyes.

“You know what, take your umbrella, I’m going home on my own!” You were ready to leave and he chuckled “Come onnnnn, I’m just kidding, it’s already-“ he checked his phone for the time “10:57 and I have to be home by midnight”

“Who are you? Cinderella?”

“Yeah but I’m much prettier and charming plus I have a mom who will eat me alive if I stay out too late so let’s get going”

“okay but you have to promise to stop teasing me”

“Alright. I’ll try” and with that you huffed continued with your walk home

You didn’t want to admit it but you really enjoyed Donghyuck’s company, there was just a natural sense of familiarity with him which made you feel at ease.

He would talk about the most random things but no matter what they were, he always found a way to put a smile on your face.

He even talked about his little puppy at home who probably misses him which made you feel bad because the puppy must be so sad right now and here you are, taking up too much of Donghyuck’s time.

You were both so into these conspiracy theories that you didn’t even notice that thirty minutes have passed and you were right in front of you house.

“Well, uhm, this is me” you smiled softly.

“Oh then I guess I’ll get going now” he responded, getting ready to go home.

“Wait uh- thanks for you know, walking me home and stuff.. I’m really sorry for being rude earlier” you looked at the ground, feeling ashamed of how you acted earlier when he was only trying to help.

He chuckled, ruffling your hair “It’s fine, I won’t exactly be very happy either if I got ground water splashed all over me while it’s 10 degrees outside, but you do owe me a cup of ramen”

“Oh come on, that probably only costed like a dollar or something” you whined

“3$ actually and it was a really delicious cup of ramen so I’m gonna have to get your number because I’m not letting this one slide” if Donghyuck was being honest, he couldn’t give two fucks about the ramen; normally, he’d be really mad about it but the fact that he can use it as an excuse to get your number, made up for it.

“fine” and that was how it all started.

Now, you could’ve called a cab that night or asked someone to come pick you up but you didn’t. Call it fate or your brain just wasn’t working at the time but you sure as hell know it happened for a reason because that’s what brought Hyuck to you.

There are forces in the universe that we don’t understand, measurable forces that can’t be explained but also can’t be denied and nobody gets it but maybe that’s what it was because right here, right now you’re with a distressed Donghyuck because you both forgot your umbrellas and have to take shade under an oak tree.

He hated the rain, he would squirm every time it hit his skin yet he still gave up his jacket to cover you. He continued to scold you because quite frankly, you stopping to pet every single stray animal you saw was the reason why you got caught in the middle of the rain anyway.

“You know, one of these days, one of those strays will bite or scratch you and you’re gonna get rabies” there he was again with his lips in a pout, annoyed by the continuous droplets of rain meeting his golden skin.

“Hmm maybe, but until then, I’m gonna stop to pet every single one I see because all of them deserve love and attention. You know, if it were up to me-“ he cut you off “You’re gonna adopt all the stray animals in the world and take care of them, I know. You literally never fail to mention that” you smiled at how he always seems to never listen to you yet he remembers the little things. But then you noticed that he was shivering “are you cold? do you want your jacket back?”

“no, I’m fine” he exhales.

You furrowed your brows and looked at him with worry and of course he noticed.

“Baby, I’m fine, I swear, all this sexual tension between us from being so close together is enough to keep me warm”

You playfully hit his arm and he chuckled “No, seriously, keep it, you need it more than me” oh, he hated it, he hated it so so much. He wanted to be anywhere with you but there but he wasn’t gonna admit to that and he didn’t want you to worry.

Youu started to talk in a pout, a habit you unconsciously picked up from your boyfriend whenever you were worried “but you’re shivering, can we at least share it?”

Donghyuck knows the jacket would never fit the both of you but he also knows that you’re not one to give up easily, it’s one of his most favorite things about you, except when you’re arguing or playing games because you’re both egotistical assholes yet you’re the only one who can put him in his place and the only one he sets his pride aside for.

You looked at him snuggled right beside you, trying his best to not let the rain touch you and despite the situation being unfavorable, right at this exact moment, everything just felt right and you know you were supposed to be here.

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babyboiboyega · 3 years

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1.01: “Pilot” Pt. 2 (SPN rewrite)

Supernatural (Rewrite)

Pairing: none...yet

Episode: “Pilot”

Summary: two brothers witness their mother’s paranormal death and are trained to fight by their father, who aims to hunt down the thing that killed his wife. While on the hunt to find their missing father, they run into an old friend.

Rated TV-14 for horror; violence; gore; some disturbing content; sexuality; alcohol; TW: mentions of suicide

Word Count: 12.3k (ya girl went off)

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As she watched, Dean nodded in defeat, but not before raising his hand and flipping Ersa off. She pretended to not see it and stood up carefully. The sound of Sam’s laughter rang through the air once again and even lightened the atmosphere a little. She was glad for this; deep down, she knew that this would be one hell of a case. (End of Recap)

Ersa did a mental once-over as soon as she and Sam managed to right themselves on the bridge. No life-threatening injuries, no cuts or scratches, but she’d have one huge bruise on her side tomorrow morning. She subconsciously rubbed at it while they approached Dean who slammed the hood of the car down.

“Car all right?”

The mud that caked Dean’s entire body was more apparent under the single bridge light, and it made her cringe inwardly.

“Yeah, whatever she did to it, it seems all right now;” he turned away from the car, his eyes scanning the night around them and his voice echoing as he raised it. “That Constance chick- what a bitch!”

Without thinking, Ersa’s hand shot out, slapping Dean’s arm with an unpleasant sound, due to the mud that still slid off of his clothes. She immediately wiped her hand on her jeans, shaking her head at him.

“Great idea, calling the vengeful spirit a ‘bitch’. That’s a good idea, Dean. Maybe next time, she’ll decide to drive the car over the bridge; then you and the car will be matching.”

She could just make out his eyes rolling at her before Sam stepped in.

“Well, she doesn’t want us digging around, that’s for sure.”

The only reply he received was from Dean, who let out a heavy sigh and sat on the hood of the car. Sam glanced at his brother before joining him on the hood, then, he looked between Dean and Ersa with a questioning look.

“So where’s the trail go from here, genius?”

She knew that what Sam was referring to had more to do with their dad than what they had just witnessed, so she busied herself by pacing a small path in front of the brothers. Her thumbs were jammed into her back pockets and she simply listened...though there was really nothing to listen to.

Dean let another sigh and threw his hands up in exasperation, letting them smack against his legs as they came down.

There was a moment of silence where Ersa found herself wondering how their current case related to their dad’s disappearance. She doubted they would share anything personal with her, so using her deduction skills would have to do. It was just hard to do that when there was barely any information for her to deduct from. She briefly had the thought that maybe...just maybe...they were as clueless as her. Maybe they didn’t know where to start, so they simply took the first thing that related to their father in any way and ran with it...only now, it wasn’t getting any of them anywhere.

The sound of Sam’s sniffing brought her out of her reverie and she paused her pacing. She looked at him, ready to hear his thoughts on the next part of the plan. Instead, he simply looked at Dean, his face scrunching into a mildly disgusted expression.

“You smell like a toilet.”

*****

The first makings of light had begun to show across the sky when they finally decided to leave the bridge. Their actions of trekking down to the embankment to search for more signs of Constance had resulted in nothing but an annoying amount of mud on the soles of their shoes. It didn’t take much for them to hop back into the Impala and get going.

The journey back to town was...quiet, for the most part. If Sam wasn’t pointing out how badly Dean smelled or if Dean wasn’t complaining about mud being in places where the sun doesn’t shine, it was quiet. She doubted that their minds were quiet, though; it was something about the air surrounding them that made it known that they were all in their own heads at the moment.

It remained quiet the entire ride, and it remained quiet even as Dean pulled into the parking lot of the town’s motel. He reached forward, taking the keys out of the ignition.

“You two are more than welcome to come in,” Ersa’s eyes pointedly looked at Dean, “maybe clean up some, while we figure out what to do next. Maybe I can talk to Jeffrey about giving you a discount on the room.” She sported a lopsided smirk as she leaned forward, resting her folded arms on the back of the front seat.

They both turned to look at her before glancing at each other. Sam nodded his head slightly.

“That sounds like a sound plan. We need to get some rest, Dean; we’re no help to anyone if we’re all sleep-deprived.”

Both Ersa and Sam watched Dean and waited for his reply, for he sat motionless, looking out the windshield of the car. She could see his jaw working as he thought undoubtedly about how this decision would affect their progress on finding their dad.

Finally, he nodded and opened his door. He quickly turned to Ersa, his eyes narrowing.

“And how can you get us a discount? What kind of favor does this ‘Jeffrey’ guy owe you?” Near the end of his question, he raised his eyebrows suggestively. It made her roll her eyes as she opened the door and stepped out of the car in one fluid motion. She leaned down to talk through Sam’s open window.

“Just give me a minute to talk to him.” She straightened up and started to walk away but quickly turned, her eyes, again, finding Dean’s through the open window.

“And don’t be a weirdo when you come in!” She didn’t wait for his reply, but she thought she heard a snort come from him as she opened the door to the front office.

Not even 10 minutes later, Ersa was pulling the front office’s door open and motioning for Sam and Dean to come in. Through the windshield, she could see Dean’s face morph into a mildly surprised expression as they stepped out of the car. They quickly crossed the lot, joining her at the door.

“So, did we get a discount?” Sam questioned, grinning. Dean eagerly awaited her answer, and she could practically feel his gaze burning into the side of her face. She nodded with a self-satisfied smile.

“Of course, you got a discount. I told you I would get you one, didn’t I?” Ersa motioned for the brothers to follow her as she stepped back into the office, walking up to the front desk. The old man behind the desk, Jeffrey, was already watching the brothers before they had even stepped foot through the door. His eyes didn’t leave their figures, even as they finally approached the desk.

Ersa watched, slightly annoyed, as Dean took out a card and unceremoniously threw it on top of the motel’s booking registry. Dean made eye contact with Jeffrey.

“One room, please.”

Jeffrey picked up the card, shooting a glance full of suspicion Ersa’s way, before looking at the card in his hand. He regarded it for a moment before furrowing his eyebrows and looking at Dean and Sam.

“You guys having a reunion or something?”

Both of them looked at Jeffrey in silence for a second before Sam shook his head, a sheepish smile on his face.

“What do you mean?”

“That other guy, Bert Aframian. He came in and bought out a room for the whole month.”

Looks of realization crossed both Dean and Sam’s faces as his words registered within their minds. Dean turned to Sam, his lips pursed slightly, before turning back to face the counter. There was a thinly veiled tone of urgency as he stepped forward and questioned Jeffrey.

“What room was he staying in? He’s our...uncle and we’ve been looking for him for a while.” He added quickly upon Jeffrey’s suspicious gaze. He watched impatiently as Jeffrey looked over at Ersa and then back to him.

“He’s in room 702. You two can have room 717.”

He must have noticed the way Dean’s demeanor had changed, for he quickly put their room key on the counter before reaching below and completing the transaction. He had barely put the card back on the counter before Dean’s hand was taking a hold of both the key and the card, and turning to make his exit. Sam followed his brother after throwing a quick, but appreciative, smile Jeffrey’s way.

Ersa caught Jeffrey’s gaze as she started to walk after them.

“Thanks, Jeff! I owe you one!”

“Don’t mention it, kid! I think we’re even!” She smiled at his words and pushed through the door, finding that Sam and Dean were already a ways down the walkway. She had to jog to catch up with their fast-paced steps, but they had already stopped in front of a door; the room their dad had bought.

Dean nudged Sam who, without a word, glanced quickly around before kneeling in front of the lock and taking something from his pocket. Ersa leaned against the wall next to the door, her eyes quickly scanning the mostly empty parking lot around them. She only turned when the sound of the lock clicking filled the air.

She watched Sam as he gently pushed the door open, stepping inside. She followed, expecting Dean to be hot on her heels, only to turn and see his backside as he still surveyed the area. Her hand reached out, grabbing the collar of his jacket, and pulled him inside quickly. The door shut behind him with an ominous thud as they all took in the state of the room.

The room was dark, but there was enough light filtering through the curtains to illuminate its contents. The contents were...unsettling, to say the least. All three of them stared with open mouths at the room, none of them knowing where to start.

There were various kinds of newspaper clippings, old photos, sticky notes, and maps that spanned across the entire room, top to bottom. The bed was unkempt, the sheets messily thrown about, with an opened suitcase laying on its side on top of the bed.

Every desk and every chair in the room had a stack of papers, books, or both on top of it.

Ersa had no idea how long they had all been standing there before Dean finally moved. His steps took him to the nearest desk with a lamp on it, where he switched it on. The light illuminated a burger in an opened wrapper that looked to be half-eaten.

Something white and powdery caught Ersa’s gaze right as she was about to move, only for her to realize that it was salt. There was a half-circle that encompassed the door made of salt; she stepped over it with a wary gaze. She walked to the nearest wall where there were pieces of paper with handwriting hanging up as Dean’s groan filled the room.

“I don’t think he’s been here for a couple of days at least.”

Sam crouched, his fingers picking up salt and letting it filter through. He looked at Dean.

“Salt, cat’s-eye shells…”

Ersa turned, looking between both of the brothers. Her eyebrows furrowed as she came to the easiest realization ever. Sam spoke the obvious.

“He was worried, trying to keep something from coming in.”

Her gaze turned back to the wall she was previously looking at only to see Dean looking at the same wall. His steps followed along the wall before he stopped. Ersa’s steps stopped right beside him.

“You see what I see?”

Dean’s head nodded as he continued to read the notes on the wall. Sam’s faint footsteps could be heard as he joined them.

“What do you got here?”

“Centennial highway victims.” Dean sounded surprised while also sounding as if he expected this. He probably had; they were talking about their father.

“I don’t get it.”

William Durrell. Scott Nifong. James Parks.

As she looked at the pictures and newspaper clippings that showed the victims, she couldn’t help tilting her head in minute confusion. The only thing they had in common was the fact that they were all men and all of them were under a headline that read “missing”.

“I mean, different men, different jobs, age, ethnicities. There’s always a connection, right?”

At Ersa’s wordless nod, he continued on with another question.

“What do these guys have in common?” Without hesitation, Ersa spoke up, offering the only “connections” they had.

“They all have only two things in common. They’re all men...and they’re all missing. Are we missing something?”

She hadn’t noticed when Sam had walked away, but as she heard another light be clicked on across the room, she finally turned to see him staring intently at a series of photos hanging on the wall. She waited for him to say something, but only heard a light scoff at first. His head shook in disbelief.

“Dad figured it out.”

At his words, Dean’s head quickly whipped around, his eyebrows furrowing in question.

“What do you mean?”

Sam motioned to the photos, his eyes now meeting Dean’s from across the room. There was a look on his face that Ersa couldn’t decipher; it was between disbelief and mild annoyance. Hell, maybe it was both.

“He found the same article we did. Constance Welch. She’s a woman in white.”

Dean turned to the wall with the missing men on it. Ersa could almost hear a smile in his voice as he spoke.

“You sly dogs.” He looked over his shoulder at both of them, raising his eyebrows.

“All right, so if we’re dealing with a woman in white, dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it.”

Ersa nodded in agreement, as it was another lesson from the Hunters101 handbook: if you have an angry spirit, you get rid of it by salting and burning the spirit’s bones. 95% of the time it worked, but there were a few exceptions. Like this one, for instance. In these types of cases-

“She might have another weakness.”

Dean answered quickly in his father’s defense as he walked to where Sam stood. His eyes quickly scanned the articles and photos in front of them.

“No, dad would want to make sure. He’d dig her up. Does it say where she’s buried?”

Ersa shook her head at Dean’s words, catching his attention. An expression crossed his face, but she continued on with what she was planning to say.

“We all know that sometimes that doesn’t work, Dean. Some spirits are bound here by their bones, some aren’t. If your dad burned her bones and she’s still up and kicking…” she let him fill in the rest on his own as her head tilted. He looked as if he agreed with her, but as if he didn’t want to agree with her. He looked to Sam to answer his question from earlier. Sam quickly looked back to the clippings.

“No, not that I can tell. If I were dad, though, I’d go ask her husband.”

“If he’s still alive,” Ersa added quietly, but she knew that both of them had heard her. She took Sam’s space as he walked away, her eyes landing on the picture of a grieving Joseph Welch. They gradually traveled until they stopped on the photo of “the white lady”. She had been a hunter for the majority of her life, but even now, certain things gave her chills. The black and white photo was grainy, but one could clearly make out the woman’s white dress and her haunted expression. Her eyes seemed completely black, although it was probably because of the grain.

“Alright, why don’t you see if you can find an address? I’m gonna get cleaned up.”

A sigh left Ersa’s mouth and she turned around to find Dean not too far from her shoulder. As she turned, he quickly took a step back, his eyes meeting hers. There was a slight grimace on her face.

“Finally. I’m starting to get used to the smell of a sewer mixed with lake water.”

He sent a coy smile her way, his eyes crinkling as he did so, before turning in the direction of the door. He couldn’t help glancing around him at the room once more as he left, though his movements stopped as Sam’s voice reached his ears.

“Hey, Dean, what I said earlier about Mom and Dad...I’m sorry.” There was a sincere apologetic expression on Sam’s face as he raised his arms, letting them fall to his sides after a second. He shook his head as if he was ashamed of himself, even in the slightest, but stopped as Dean held up a hand.

“No chick-flick moments.” There wasn’t an ounce of...anger, or even grudge in Dean’s voice as he replied. Instead, his eyes had softened while he looked at his brother.

Ersa simply watched the scene, feeling like an outsider looking inside. But she had no problem with it; she had realized pretty early on that there were going to be things she couldn’t, and wouldn’t, comment on when it came to the brothers.

Sam huffed out a laugh and shook his head.

“All right, jerk.”

Dean replied without missing a beat.

“Bitch.”

He turned and finally made his exit, while Sam and Ersa stayed in their spots. Sam chuckled softly and looked at Ersa, who in turn gave him a small smile. He stepped forward slowly, almost hesitantly.

“Ersa, look...you didn’t have to help us with finding our dad- or even this case- but you are helping us, so I just wanted to say thank you.” He let out a big breath as he finished, the corners of his mouth lifting. Ersa shook her head.

“Don’t mention it, Sam, seriously. I would’ve tried to help even if you didn’t want me to.” At this, both of them let out soft laughs before she continued.

“Catching up with...old friends, while hunting a spirit? What else would I be doing?” He nodded in understanding and opened his mouth to reply...only to pause when his eyes landed on something behind her. She turned, hearing Sam as he moved past her to whatever had caught his eye.

His hand hesitantly reached out and seized a picture that had been tucked in the side of the vanity mirror. She took a step forward and peeked around his shoulder, her eyes landing on the picture he held.

There were three people in the picture, and two of them were children. She instantly recognized all three of them, for John looked the exact same as he did the last time she had seen him, and...well...common sense told her that the two children had to be Sam and Dean. She stepped back, letting Sam be as he stared, unmoving, at the picture in his hands. Instead, she stepped over to where the “woman in white” photo was, her eyes trailing down to a stack of papers labeled the same thing. Her hand grabbed the papers and brought them closer to her face as she read through John Winchester’s notes, and she stayed in that position for an unknown amount of time.

At some point, Sam had walked over to the messy bed and sat on the edge of it. He was still staring at something in his hands, but she couldn’t see what it was. She could, however, make out the faint sound of a woman’s voice coming from the phone that was now pressed to his ear. Her eyebrows raised knowingly as she cast a glance his way, to which he replied to with a playful roll of the eyes. Her attention went from Sam to Dean as he finally emerged from the bathroom.

The first thing she noticed was that he was no longer covered in mud. His ruined clothes had been switched out for the clean clothes he had bought back in from the trunk of the Impala. Somehow, he had gotten all of the mud off of his brown leather jacket and he had dried it.

“Hey, man. I’m starving. I’m gonna grab a little something to eat at that diner down the street. You want anything?”

Sam glanced at his brother but didn’t move from his position. He offered a quick “no” before turning his attention back to the voice coming from his phone. Dean stopped at the door, his jacket hanging off of one shoulder. His eyebrows raised.

“You sure? Aframians buying.” Sam simply shook his head in response, before Dean turned his gaze to Ersa. She answered him before he could ask her.

“I’ll come with, I’m starving too. How does one find the time to eat being around you two?” Her words were joking, and they even prompted a small smile to curve Dean’s lips. He opened the door, waiting for her to leave first.

“Ah, you’ll get used to it.” His words almost made Ersa pause because…” you’ll get used to it”?

The words by themselves meant that she would be around long enough to get used to it. The fact that they had come from Dean meant...he saw her being around them long enough to get used to it. It certainly made her think.

She had expected to help them with the case, maybe even help with a few clues as to where their father was, and then be on her way. Not exactly because she wanted it to be that way, but because she couldn’t see Dean or Sam asking her to accompany them on the road.

The search for their father and the search for the thing that had killed their mother was something incredibly personal; something they may have wanted to complete on their own.

Besides, even if they did ask her to go with them...she didn’t know what her answer would be. She had gotten so used to being on the road by herself, that she had no idea if she wanted to change that.

She had to admit, it felt good knowing that she had two people watching her 6 on a case...but would that be enough to convince her to change how she operated?

His words were still bouncing around her mind when she remembered that she couldn’t get food without her wallet which was in her motel room. Her footsteps stopped, causing Dean to pause and turn around. He said nothing and waited for her to explain the cause behind her stopping.

“I gotta get my wallet from my room. I’ll meet you at the car.”

His mouth opened as if he were about to say something but thought better of it, and then he nodded and turned on his heel. She watched him walk away before turning and walking in the direction of her room.

Her thoughts were preoccupied the entire trek to her room and even while she rummaged around for her wallet. So preoccupied were her thoughts that she didn’t hear the bathroom door click open until she heard a footstep ring out.

Without hesitation, she reached for her waistband and whipped out the pistol, pointing it at the person who had dared break into her room. The person quickly raised their hands and took a step back. It took less than a second for her to realize who it was.

“Sam?” She instantly lowered her gun, her eyebrows furrowing. A deep breath went through her body, and she let it out quickly.

Her mouth opened to begin chastising him for breaking into her motel room and almost getting himself shot, but the words never came out because the expression on his face made her stop in her tracks.

Instead of setting her gun down, his expression just made her grip it tighter. She stepped forward quickly, eyes scanning his face.

“What? What’s going on? Where’s Dean?”

Instead of answering immediately, he quickly breezed past Ersa to the window of her room where his hand grabbed the curtains and pulled them aside slightly. His head turned slightly back and forth as he looked for...whatever he was looking for. The entire process made Ersa even more nervous while simultaneously annoying her.

A heavy sigh left her mouth.

“You wanna tell me what the hell is going on?” Her voice was sharp, and it finally prompted Sam to turn around and meet her gaze. His jaw was set as he looked at her.

“We have to go. The cops know that we aren’t Marshals. They picked up Dean and he told me to get you and…” he took a breath where his nostrils flared in barely concealed anger, “and to find dad.”

She cursed as she sprang into action, gathering the clothes that were strewn about her room and throwing them into her bag. She threw small items such as her toothbrush and toothpaste, haphazardly into her bag before hiking it onto her shoulder. It took her less than a minute to pack her bag and grab her notes on the case; then she was following Sam out of the door.

Their steps were hurried, yet silent, as they streaked across the parking lot. They both kept their eyes out for any uniforms as they reached both the Impala and Ersa’s car.

She unceremoniously threw her bag into the back of her car before running around the back and jumping into the driver's seat. The key was shoved into the ignition before she rolled down her window, looking at Sam through it. She couldn’t help glancing around the parking lot once more.

“What’s the plan?”

“Just follow me. I have an idea of where to go next.” Those were the only words exchanged between them before Sam was peeling out of the parking lot, Ersa not too far behind him. They were the only words exchanged, but Ersa had wanted to ask more. Specifically, ask about the plan to get Dean away from the police. Sam had only mentioned finding their dad without any word of finding and helping Dean. She only gripped the wheel tighter and hoped that they would finally find John Winchester wherever the hell he was and that they could come up with a plan to get Dean.

*****

When she had followed Sam to a rundown part of the town, she had held her tongue in asking him where the hell they were, and how they were going to get Dean back. Luckily for him, he had finally explained his thought process to her while leading her to a house only he knew the location of.

“So...you’re thinking Joseph Welch can lead us to your dad.”

A quick breath left his nose as he continued to walk across the muddy ground, his eyes scanning the property around them. His head shook slightly.

“It’s the only thing we have linking us to our dad. He worked the case, and in order to figure out the case, he had to have visited Joseph Welch...which we’re doing right now.” He spoke slowly, yet his words sped up as he neared the end of his sentence. His steps also sped up as he finally found the house that belonged to the man they were looking for.

Sam’s knocks sounded dull on the rotting wood of the front door, and it didn’t take long for a man to come to the door. Ersa instantly recognized the look of apprehension on his face as he opened it just wide enough to fit his body through. Sam didn’t let him get a word out before he was speaking in a soft, yet urgent, voice.

“Hi, uh, are you Joseph Welch?” His question prompted a short nod and a quick “yeah” to come from the man’s, Joseph’s, mouth.

“Great, do you mind if my partner and I ask you a few questions? We’re reporters for a new newspaper around this area.”

“It’ll be quick, we assure you. We wouldn’t want to take too much time out of your day.”

Ersa quickly added reassurance at the end as Joseph’s look of apprehension only increased, but at her words, he sighed heavily before stepping fully out of the doorway. Once his door was closed, he motioned for both Sam and Ersa to follow him.

“Firstly,” Sam quickly walked until he was taking steps alongside Joseph, then handing him the photograph Ersa had seen earlier in the motel room to him, “do you recognize the man in the middle? At all?”

Looking from her spot on the other side of Joseph, Ersa could see how Sam’s mouth twisted in impatience and anticipation as Joseph regarded the picture. Finally, the man nodded.

“Yeah, he was older, but that’s him. He came by three or four days ago, said he was a reporter.”

Their steps crunched along the gravel as they followed wherever Joseph led them, though they both kept an eye out. There were other run-down buildings surrounding them, though neither of them had seen another person. There was a spot in the middle of the grounds where a pile of...junk sat, untouched and rusting.

“That’s right. We’re working on a story together.”

Joseph looked between the two of them, the brim of his hat now shielding his face from the sun and from their eyes.

“Well, I don’t know what the hell kind of story you’re working on...the questions he asked me-”

“About your late wife, Constance.”

Joseph’s steps slowed down as if he were about to stop or as if Sam’s words almost made him pause, but he soon picked up once again. His features were covered, but not enough to hide the mildly annoyed twist of his mouth.

“He asked me where she was buried.” Both of them could tell Joseph’s true thoughts as the words left his mouth. He sounded tired, but as if even he knew that the question was a weird one.

Sam nodded once before leaning in his direction a little, his hands fidgeting with the picture of his father, him, and Dean.

“And where is that again?”

Despite her wanting to point out to Sam just how smooth his questioning was going, sarcasm fully intended, she listened closely for Joseph’s answer. She remembered how Dean had mentioned that their dad would have already salted and burned the bones, and she quickly hoped that maybe, just maybe, their dad hadn’t burned the bones and that it would be the quick and easy solution to the entire case. She tuned back in right as Joseph started answering Sam’s previous question.

“In a plot behind my old place over on Breckenridge.”

Sam’s eyebrows furrowed as he glanced at Ersa, who was already one step ahead.

“Mr. Welch, why did you move?”

This time, as his steps slowed, he did nothing to pick them back up. His face was now visible as he looked up at Sam, and both of them could see the underlying pain from a number of years appear on his face. He let out a shaky breath as he came to a full stop, Sam stopping right in front and turning around to face him.

“I’m not gonna live in the house where my children died.”

It was quiet for a few seconds, and Ersa had been ready to announce that their “interview” was over, but Sam asked yet another question.

“Mr. Welch, did you ever marry again?” Joseph’s answer was quick and strong.

“No way,” his head shook as he continued, “Constance- she was the love of my life, prettiest woman I ever known.”

The corners of Sam’s lips curved into a faint smile.

“So you had a happy marriage?”

Ersa’s eyebrows furrowed as she tried to see the path Sam was taking with the questioning, but she didn’t have to try anymore after the last question.

Something changed after Sam’s last question. Instead of a barely noticeable smile/grimace being on the older man’s face, now his lips were pressed into a thin, straight line. He stared, unblinking, at Sam as his head nodded almost hesitantly. She could feel the air around them grow thick, and it was all because of Sam’s question.

“Definitely.” In an almost ironic way, his answer sounded so sure, yet Joseph’s head shook instead of nodding in confirmation. His eyes still hadn’t left Sam’s face, even as Sam stepped back.

“Well, that should do it. Thanks for your time.”

Sam glanced at Ersa before motioning with his head in the direction of the cars. As they both walked away from Joseph, she could feel his stare following them. It was only when she heard the faint sound of his footsteps retreating did she move her hand from her waistband.

“Call me paranoid, but I’m pretty sure he’s hiding something.” She kept her voice down and stepped closer to Sam. They looked at each other as Sam pursed his lips, his hands fishing in his pockets and pulling out the keys.

She was going to ask what the next plan of action was, that is until he abruptly turned, his gaze landing on Joseph’s retreating figure.

“Mr. Welch, you ever hear of a woman in white?”

The older man turned quickly, his voice carrying across the grounds.

“A what?”

“A woman in white or sometimes a weeping woman. It’s a ghost story. Well,” a huffed laugh left Sam’s mouth as he started walking towards Joseph, “it's more of a phenomenon, really. They’re spirits.”

Ersa simply leaned against the hood of her car, arms crossed, and watched. It had taken her a while, but she had a sneaking suspicion of where Sam was going. One thing she knew for certain was that Joseph had been lying about their marriage being a “happy” one. That one realization made her question the entire case.

“They’ve been sighted for hundreds of years, dozens of places in Hawaii and Mexico, lately in Arizona, Indiana.” His steps stopped right in front of Joseph, yet his words continued to flow.

“All these are different women, you understand, but all share the same story.” That simple sentence from Sam made all the sense in the world to Ersa, and her separated theories and guesses suddenly clicked inside her mind.

“Boy, I don’t care much for nonsense.” Joseph’s words were clipped, and it was clear that Sam had hit a nerve, as he eventually turned on his heel and tried to walk away.

“You see, when they were alive, their husbands were unfaithful to them.” Even from her distance, she could see Joseph’s shoulder rising and falling heavily as Sam’s words continued to hit him. Sam, on the other hand, was relentless.

“Basically suffering from temporary insanity, they murdered their children. Then, once they realized what they had done, they took their own lives.” As Sam spoke, Joseph had turned around. His eyes were wide enough to the point where Ersa could see the whites of them from her position. His mouth hung open in anger, fear...maybe both.

“So not their spirits are cursed, walking back roads, waterways, and if they find an unfaithful man, they kill him, and that man is never seen again.”

Joseph’s bottom lip quivered as he spoke, his face twisting into one of horror.

“You think...you think that has something to do with Constance, you smartass?” He stepped closer to Sam, his voice increasing in agitation.

Ersa’s eyes narrowed as she once again reached for her waistband, her hand closing around the hilt of her pistol. She doubted the older man could take Sam, but you could never be too careful. She watched his actions intently.

“I mean...maybe...maybe I made some mistakes, but no matter what I did, Constance never would have killed her own children.” As he spoke, the agitation gradually faded until only a tone of grief took over his words. His voice broke as he continued to speak.

“Now, you get the hell out of here, and you don’t come back.”

He stared, unwavering, at Sam, taking deep and shaky breaths for a few moments before turning once again and beginning his short journey back to his home. Sam didn’t move until Joseph’s figure disappeared around the corner they had previously walked around, and only then did he turn and start walking back to the car.

Ersa’s eyes followed him as he approached the Impala where he paused, his hands coming to rest on the hood of the car. He had still yet to talk, so Ersa spoke instead.

“We know what connects the victims...now we just have to find out how to stop her. And-”

“And we have to get my brother back.” He interrupted her, his gaze meeting hers with a steely expression. She nodded in agreement, walking around to her driver’s side. A small smile curved onto her face.

“I think I have an idea.”

***

The sky had already been growing dark when they finally left Joseph Welch’s place, but now, she couldn’t see where the sky ended and where the road in front of her began. She could only see the rear of the Impala as it was lit by the headlights of her car.

While driving, her mind wandered to whether or not her plan would at least help Dean in any way. It wasn’t much they could do; the police were probably looking for them too. So, they did the next best thing, and all it took was one faux panicked phone call.

The shrill sound of her phone rang out through her quiet car and her hand reached for it quickly. She didn’t bother glancing at it before hitting the accept button and bringing it to her ear.

“Hey, Dean, Ersa can hear you too.” Sam’s voice left her phone’s speaker, sounding significantly less stressed than he had since the beginning of the day. She could only guess one reason for his change in demeanor.

“Fake 911 phone call, Sammy? That’s pretty illegal.” Dean sounded slightly impressed as he quickly spoke.

“You’re welcome. It was Ersa’s idea.” A smile could be heard in Sam’s voice, and she couldn’t help smiling at Dean’s pause.

“Well...I’ll have to treat you to a beer, then. Listen, we got to talk.” Ersa hadn’t been able to get a word in before all teasing left Dean’s voice and was replaced by a more serious tone. She could feel her smile fade slightly.

“Tell me about it. So the husband was unfaithful. We are dealing with a woman in white. And she’s buried behind her old house, so that should have been dad’s next stop.”

It seemed that Sam hadn’t heard the urgency in his brother’s voice as he continued to speak quickly, letting him in on all of the connections they had made.

“Sammy, would you shut up for a second?”

“I can’t figure out why he hasn’t destroyed the corpse yet.” Dean’s voice raised, just to be heard over Sam’s excited rambling. When he finally found a moment of silence in Sam’s talking, he finally spoke.

“That’s what I’m trying to tell you. He’s gone. Dad left Jericho.”

She barely had enough time to express her own surprise before Sam was speaking once again, his own voice expressing enough surprise for both of them.

“What? How do you know?”

A small moment of silence passed and the sound of shuffling could be heard, presumably from Dean’s side, followed by his voice.

“I’ve got his journal.” This was the most amount of worry she had heard from Dean since she ran into them at the start of all of this, and she had a feeling that it wasn’t for nothing.

“He doesn’t go anywhere without that.” Sam’s voice sounded solemn as he replied.

“Well, he did this time.”

There was a bout of silence between all three of them before Sam broke it almost hesitantly.

“What’s it say?”

An agitated sigh left Dean’s mouth, though not directed at Sam before he replied.

“Same old ex-marine crap when he wants to let us know where he’s going.” She had a clue as to where, or rather who, the agitation was directed at. Ersa knew that this wasn’t the first time their dad had done something like this just by how they spoke about him. She spoke quickly when figured out the “crap” their dad had left them.

“Ex-marine? They’re probably coordinates.”

She knew without a doubt that they were coordinates; her own father had done the same in the past, so she personally knew how annoying all of the “ex-marine crap” could get. Sam heard her words and quickly asked another question relating to said coordinates.

“Where to?”

“I’m not sure yet.”

This time, Sam’s voice raised in clear annoyance. She had to pull her phone away from her ear, as his loud voice surprised her when he replied.

“Dean, what the hell is going on?”

Less than a second… that’s how long it took for both Sam and Ersa to be caught off guard, although both for different reasons.

One second she was waiting for Dean’s response, and the next she was yanking her wheel to the side in order to not collide with the Impala which had stopped abruptly.

She only had time to cover her face before she was being thrown forward, the seatbelt straining against her body, as her car instead collided with the side of a cliff. Her body rocked back harshly once the car came to a complete stop, and a groan instantly left her mouth.

She tried to open her eyes, but every time she did, her vision continued to blur even more. Finally, she settled on keeping her eyes closed and fumbling blindly for the seat belt latch. SHe couldn't help letting out a huge breath once the clicking sound of the seat belt filled the air.

Her phone had been flung somewhere across her front console, but she could still hear Dean’s voice as he called both her and Sam’s names. She couldn’t seem to suck in enough air to call back to him.

Her hunter’s instincts were screaming at her to get out of this compromising position so that she could, at least, have a fighting chance against whatever had just caused all of this to happen. It prompted her to crack open her eyes and to reach across the front seat’s armrest, aiming to grab the door handle and push the door open. Her entire body ached as she twisted her body to reach the door, but right as her fingers skimmed the handle, it was wrenched open quickly.

Her heart thudded quickly as a light was shone in her face, completely preventing her from seeing whoever had just opened the door. The light made her already sensitive eyes squint, yet she didn’t stop moving. Instead of reaching for the now open door, her hand reached for her glove compartment, which she could easily get to.

The cold steel of her backup had just skimmed her fingers when a familiar voice called out for her, making her pause in her movements.

“Ersa! Damn it, can you hear me? Come on, I’ll get you out!”

Sam’s voice sounded winded as if he had just been running, but she knew that it was because of something only he had seen.

The light disappeared, leaving only black spots swimming around her vision before Sam carefully reached into the car and grabbed her arms.

He started pulling and she had to bite her lip to keep from groaning out loud in pain. Instead of focusing on how she physically felt, she instead focused on helping Sam as much as she could. The sound of groaning metal-filled both of their ears as she used her feet to kick away from the driver’s side of the car. As soon as she was in a good enough position, Sam effortlessly pulled her out of the car, her body sliding across the glass-covered seats.

Her feet hit the ground with an audible crunch as they landed on the discarded pieces of glass that now littered the road around them. Chest heaving up and down heavily, Ersa’s eyes found Sam’s.

“You okay? Did you hit anything?” Sam’s voice was quick, and in her disorientated state, she had to focus more intently to understand the words he said. She wordlessly nodded, her shaky hand raising to touch the small trickle of blood that had been making its way down her temple.

Sam saw her nod, yet didn’t know which question she was referring to. He cursed silently as he remembered the entire reason this all had happened, and then he gently grabbed her elbow.

“Come on, we gotta get out of here.” He started to lead her back to the Impala, only to stop when he felt her resist just a little. He quickly turned, eyebrows furrowing as he looked at her.

Ersa’s face was scrunched up into an expression of pain, though Sam could easily make out her words. He supposed that was good, that her words weren’t slurred.

“My bags. I have to...get my shit.” Almost with a newfound strength, she pulled her arm out of his grip before turning, unsteadily, and quickly walking back to her car.

She reached the trunk of her car in a matter of seconds, though it was a little harder to pry open the busted trunk. Trying for a few seconds, she quickly found that she was in no condition to open the trunk.

Seeing what she had been trying to do, Sam quickly walked over, reaching his fingers through the gap of the trunk and pulling quickly. He only saw one bag in the trunk, so he quickly grabbed it and hoisted it on his shoulder. Meanwhile, Ersa had walked around the side and opened the back door, reaching in and seizing another bag.

She had barely pulled it out of the car when Sam was taking it from her, hauling it onto his other shoulder and grabbing her hand. This time, she willingly let him lead her to the Impala.

Their steps were quick, yet careful, as they reached the Impala. Sam threw her bags into the backseat while Ersa quickly slid into the front seat, Sam following not far behind.

No sooner than Sam’s door had closed did the interior of the car become freezing cold. They could see their breaths as they panted.

“Take me home.”

A woman’s voice sounded from the back of the car, making both of them jump. A glance in the rearview mirror confirmed both of their suspicions.

Constance Welch’s cold, sinister eyes stared back at them through the mirror. Ersa could’ve sworn that the longer they sat there, the colder the car became. Neither one of them dared to move a muscle.

“Take..me..home.” Her voice filled the space again, this time sounding heavier. Her eyes shifted from looking in the mirror to staring at the back of Sam’s head. His chest heaved before he spoke, his voice slightly wavering.

“No.”

Ersa internally braced herself for the blowback from Sam’s refusal, which came only a few seconds later.

The doors of the Impala locked without either Sam or Ersa touching anything. They both frantically pulled at the locks to no avail; they certainly weren’t going to unlock for them. While in the process of pulling at the locks, there was the unmistakable sound of the gear shifting, and then the tires were squealing against the road as the Impala took off.

The entire drive, both Ersa and Sam worked on trying to unlock or open the doors. They threw themselves against the door which wouldn’t budge; they used both of their hands to pull at the locks which didn’t move an inch. They both knew where Constance was taking them, yet they had absolutely no idea what would happen once they finally got there. One thing they did know was that Dean knew where they were headed and that he would either get there before them or after...whatever happened.

As they continued looking for ways to escape, the car finally slowed down while approaching an old, dark, and decrepit house. They could see that the windows no longer held glass, but were instead covered up by planks of wood. The front yard’s fence had missing or broken planks, the white paint now brown and dirty from the years of exposure.

The bright headlights of the Impala illuminated the house in front of them, however, as the car came to a stop and the lights cut off, the house blended in with the surrounding darkness. A quick glance in the rearview mirror showed that Constance hadn’t moved an inch.

“Don’t do this.” Sam’s voice was low, but Ersa could still hear the shakiness of it.

The air around them was completely still, yet, they could see Constance’s figure flickering right where she sat. Instead of sounding...well...dead, with no emotion in her voice, Constance now spoke with a sense of unadulterated grief.

“I can never go home.”

“...You’re scared to go home.” Ersa’s voice was strong and confident, yet she quickly turned around once the words left her mouth. In the time it had taken both of them to turn around to look at her, she had disappeared...only to appear in the seat between them a split second later.

A number of events happened simultaneously before either of them could react properly.

The air was knocked out of Ersa as she was pushed against the passenger’s side door by an invisible force. It pinned her there, prohibiting any movement on her part. She could only watch as Constance climbed onto Sam’s lap, pushing him harshly against the leather seat. Her hands trailed over his chest, all but lovingly, and Ersa swore that she could feel the faint sensation of nails raking down her own chest.

“Hold me. I’m so cold.”

Sam’s face twisted as he stretched away from her, his lips pulling back from his teeth as he sneered. Her hands continued to travel the span of his chest while she watched him squirm in pleasure. Ersa’s leg twitched as she continued trying to move just one of her limbs, but whatever had a hold on her had no intention of letting go.

“You can’t kill me. I’m not unfaithful.” He spoke through clenched teeth, but his words were clear as day. He knew Constance heard him, for her face morphed into one of pure anger, but even then he didn’t stop.

“I’ve never been.”

His groans rang out as she leaned down quickly, setting her mouth just inches from his ear. When she spoke, both Sam and Ersa could hear her words as if she yelled them.

“You will be.”

Ersa’s attempts grew in desperation as she watched Constance take Sam’s face in her hands only to lean down and connect her lips with his. She passionately kissed him, but Ersa was now focused on Sam’s hand reaching for the keys in the ignition. She immediately knew what he was trying to do, and she doubled her efforts in trying to move.

Just as the tips of his fingers brushed against the keys, Constance quickly sat up, her eyes flashing. She flickered out of sight for a second before reappearing, though her face was replaced with one that most likely showed how she actually looked, under her “lady in white” facade.

The car was quiet save for Sam’s pants as they both looked around, searching for any signs of Constance. Their eyes connected and Ersa opened her mouth to ask where the hell she had gone, when “she” appeared once again.

Sam’s screams of pain filled the entirety of the car as Constance’s fingers made contact with his chest. Ersa’s voice joined his, instead yelling at the angry spirit. It was all she could do, send threats towards the woman, as the more she struggled the harder the force pressed against her.

“Look who’s unfaithful now, bitch!” Ersa yelled over Sam’s screams. Her words were jarring enough, even to the spirit, that it made Constance stop. Her head quickly turned to face Ersa, fury flashing in her eyes. Constance looked just long enough for Ersa to notice a familiar figure through the foggy, driver’s side window. The figure was quickly approaching, and she could recognize what they held in their hands.

Taking the spirit’s small slip in concentration, Ersa quickly threw herself to the side, right before the driver’s side window exploded.

Shots rang out and she felt and heard the glass of the window behind her shatter. Her hands instantly flew to cover her face, feeling glass hit the backs of her hands.

Her eyes were closed, but she could hear a high pitched hiss ring through the air, and it sounded right before Sam’s screams died down.

She opened her eyes, instantly looking for any signs of Constance, but found none. Instead, she found Dean outside of the car, his gun lowering as Sam finally sat up.

Still panting, Sam reached for the keys and twisted them in the ignition. He spoke over the loud sound of the Impala’s engine, his voice venomous and harsh.

“I’m taking you home.”

He shifted the car into the correct gear before pressing the accelerator to the floor. The lurching of the car caused the tires to burn out on the dirt as it shot towards the house.

Ersa had just enough time to turn herself around in the seat and brace herself before the car was crashing through any and everything in the house.

Both of them were tossed around as the car rolled over various types of wood and furniture before coming to a complete stop, throwing the both of them forward. Hurried footsteps approached them from behind, a voice calling out for both of them.

“Sam! Ersa! SAM!”

“Here!” Sam managed to get out a response, yet Ersa leaned against the door, trying but failing to catch her breath.

A quick thought shot through her mind, reminding her that she had been a part of two car crashes in the last 15 minutes. It had been one hell of a day.

“You okay?” Dean’s voice was right beside her ear as he leaned through the busted window of the passenger’s side. His hand landed on her shoulder, gently shaking her. She only groaned a curse word in response to his question.

“I think.”

The sound of the door being wrenched open followed Sam’s words, and she only realized it was her door when she started to lean out of the car. Dean’s hand reappeared on her shoulder, keeping her from hitting the floor but pulling her out of the car.

He waited until her feet were on the ground before letting go and turning to his brother.

“Can you move?”

“Yeah, help me.”

Her attention, which had previously been on hoping that she hadn’t sustained a damn concussion, was caught by the sound of glass slowly breaking and things being moved. She could hear Dean helping Sam out of the car, yet her gaze stayed focused on one thing.

Constance held a broken frame, the corners of an old photo peeking out from under it, and she stood staring at it. Even while Sam’s groans filled the air, she kept her focus on the picture in her hands...until she didn’t.

The sound of the Impala’s door closing caused her eyes to slowly travel up before landing on the three of them. Her eyes made a chill travel down Ersa’s spine, and she could see Dean and Sam freeze in their spots.

She continued to stare at them as she threw the frame to the ground, not caring where it landed, before quickly stepping to the side. A long dresser flew across the floor towards them, pinning them to the Impala in a matter of seconds.

Groans fell from three of their lips as they used everything they had to try and push the dresser away. While they tried and failed miserably, Constance took one step but ended up right in front of them.

Her hand raised towards them but paused on its ascend as light appeared around them.

The old bulbs of the house crackled as they flicked on and off, and the sight was soon joined by the sound of running water.

The sound came from the water running down the steps of the staircase, and just as it had gained their attention did it gain Constance’s attention. Most shockingly, her eyes softened as she walked over, or flickered over, to the base of the steps. Her eyes were focused on something just out of their sight.

“You’ve come home to us, mommy.”

Their voices were soft, but...didn’t sound right. Instead of sounding like innocent children, their voices were filled with...vengeance, when speaking to their own mother.

Out of thin air, two young boys appeared behind Constance, prompting her to turn quickly. They looked up at her as her lip quivered, and then they lunged forward...to hug her. The second their arms wrapped around her waist, her head was thrown back and she let out a shrill scream.

The spot where Constance and her two children once stood was overcome by a barrage of lights. The ground shook beneath their feet, and despite being inside of a house, the wind whipped around them enough to where Ersa had to push her hair back as her curls became stuck in her mouth or on her eyelashes.

The light seemed to grow and expand, Constance’s screams still ringing out, until it just as quickly closed back in on her and her children. As the light shrunk, Constance could faintly be seen disappearing into the floorboards, her children still hanging onto her waist.

Finally, as she disappeared, the light dimmed completely. All that was left was a small puddle of water in the same spot she had been standing.

Her screams seemed to echo in their ears as they stared at the spot she had previously been standing. Ersa didn’t know who moved first, but once they did it prompted her to finally move.

Her hands found the edge of the dresser, and with the help of Sam and Dean, they were able to effortlessly push it away from them. It crashed against the floor, smashing small trinkets and glass beneath its heavy frame.

The three of them tentatively walked over to the spot, stopping right as the tips of their boots brushed it. They all looked at it, deep breaths wracking their frames.

“So this is where she drowned her kids.”

Sam nodded, his shoulders rising as he took a deep breath.

“That’s why she could never go home. She was too scared to face them.”

Dean turned to his brother, his eyebrows raising slightly. The corner of his mouth turned up into a small smirk as he began to walk past him.

“You found her weak spot. Nice work, Sammy.” As he passed him, he raised his hand, fondly slapping Sam on the chest. A half pained, half-humorous laugh left Sam’s mouth at his brother’s actions.

“I wish I could say the same for you.” Sam turned, his hand laying gently over his chest.

“What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?”

“You could have shot my ass.” Added Ersa, her eyes following Dean’s figure.

Dean’s answer was quick as he turned around, his finger raising to point at both Sam and Ersa. There was now a full grin on his face as he spoke.

“Hey, I saved your ass- both of your asses.” He paused as he walked to the front of the Impala, bending at the waist and scrutinizing the metal.

“I’ll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car, I’ll kill you.”

A quick laugh left Ersa’s mouth, causing both brothers to quickly look at her. She shook her head as she walked right up to Dean, her finger poking his chest.

“You know who’s car is screwed? Mine. It’s at the bottom of a cliff, totaled. Your car can take a few bumps and scratches and broken windows. After all, you were the one who thought of the genius idea to shoot through the goddamn windows at a goddamn ghost.” Dean’s eyes widened more and more as she continued to talk. His eyes glanced down at her finger where it still rested against the middle of his chest, before looking back up at her. She should’ve known what was coming when his smile widened.

“Yeah...but I saved your asses.”

Ersa brought her hand back only to shoot it forward against his chest, causing him to quickly let out a breath of air. She stepped around his figure to the door of the Impala before opening it. However, she stopped before getting in and turned to the brothers.

“And you, Sam Winchester,” Sam’s eyes widened in preparation as he waited, “you owe me. Out of all of the car crashes I’ve been in today, YOU caused both of them.”

She enunciated the end of her sentence by slamming the door after getting in.

It was silent as the boys looked at each other, and she hoped that they knew that she was only half-joking when she “yelled” at them, though she didn’t have anything to worry about after their quiet laughs could be heard.

*****

As soon as Dean had maneuvered the Impala out of the wreckage of the house, they had hit the road.

She couldn’t help thinking about the fact that they had never found the whereabouts of the multiple men who had gone missing, and now, despite them knowing the case was solved...the case would never be truly solved for the loved ones of those who had gone missing. She wondered what kind of hunters did that make them, just focusing on getting rid of the monster.

Ersa brought this up to the brothers, and Dean had simply replied “we’re not perfect. We do what we can, and then we keep on moving.”

She hadn’t expressed anymore of her thoughts as they continued to drive down the road, yet she had a lot more.

Instead of focusing on how they had left things in Jericho, she now thought about how Dean hadn’t asked if she wanted to be dropped off anywhere or if she had anywhere else to go. He had simply asked her if she needed anything before they got on the road, to which she told him that she didn’t.

The thought that she was in for the long haul excited her while simultaneously making her nervous. They would all have to learn how to trust that the others had their back. Scratch that; she’d have to learn how to trust that they had her back, and they had to learn the exact same.

All of these busy thoughts, however, were pushed to the back of her mind as Sam took out a map and their dad’s journal.

She could barely see anything in the darkness of the car, though that changed when Sam switched on a flashlight. Leaning forward, she rested her forearms on the back of the front seat, peering over Sam’s shoulder.

“Okay, here’s where Dad went.” He had found the coordinates rather quickly and now he pointed at them, their dad’s journal open on the seat beside him. The wind blew through the broken windows and he had to place the flashlight between his shoulder and cheek, his other hand holding the map down.

“It’s called Blackbottle Ridge, Colorado.”

Her eyebrows raised briefly; she hadn’t been to Colorado, yet.

Dean nodded, his gaze focused on the road ahead of them.

“Sounds charming. How far?” It took Sam a few seconds, but he finally replied.

“About 600 miles.” If possible, her eyebrows show up even higher. Were they about to drive, non-stop, for 600 miles? She let out a quiet breath. Good thing she had the entire backseat to herself.

Dean glanced over at Sam quickly, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

“If we shag ass, we can make it by morning.”

In a second, with one sentence, the atmosphere of the car became tense. It took her back to the moments on the bridge where they had their argument.

Sam’s mouth opened but no sound came out; he looked as if he were trying to figure out the right words to say.

“Dean, um…” He trailed off as Dean continuously glanced over at him. Dean’s expression didn’t change much, but from the small beam of the flashlight, Ersa could see a faint frown turning down the corners of his mouth.

“You’re not going.” Dean’s response wasn’t a question, but more of a realization. A realization Sam only confirmed as he spoke.

“The interviews in 10 hours. I got to be there.”

Sam spoke with urgency, hoping to get his point across to his brother who looked away from him in disappointment. Dean pressed his lips into a thin line as he nodded.

“Yeah. Yeah, whatever. I’ll take you home.” A humorless laugh left Dean’s mouth as he once again focused his attention on the road, no longer sending glances Sam’s way.

Although the conversation had ended, Ersa didn’t want to move. Her eyes flicked back and forth between the two brothers, but she kept her mouth closed. The last thing she needed to do was insert herself into their family matters despite knowing exactly where the tension was coming from. It hadn’t been too long ago that she went through the same thing with her own mother.

With a soft click, Sam turned the flashlight off, throwing all of them back into the darkness. His head turned to his open window, and she could faintly hear the sound of Dean’s hands tightening on the leather wheel. She took it as her cue to slowly sit back in her seat, internally thankful for the soft rock music coming from the radio as it filled the tense and palpable silence.

It stayed that way the duration of the drive.

*****

The Impala rolled to a stop in front of a building that had lights in front of it. The lights woke Ersa, although she wasn’t fully asleep. She could tell by the look of it that it was a college dorm building as she picked her head up from where it rested against the window.

Everything was still for a few seconds, all three of them just sitting there in silence. Then, Sam moved.

He opened the door, quickly stepping out and closing it behind him. His voice carried through the open window as he leaned down, looking at Dean.

“You'll call me if you find him?” Dean’s response consisted of him simply nodding, his facial features set into an unreadable expression. Sam tried again.

“Maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?”

“Yeah, all right.” His tone matched his expression when he replied to Sam, nodding once.

Sam, seeing that that was all he was going to get from his brother, tapped the frame of the car twice before straightening and turning to Ersa. She had a small grin on her face.

“It was great seeing you again, Sam. Good luck with your interview.”

The smallest grin curved his lips and he actually stepped forward, arms opening to embrace Ersa. She met him halfway, wrapping her arms around his torso gently, before pulling back after a few seconds.

“It was good seeing you too, Ersa. I’m..uh, I’m sorry about the crash. Both of them.” He grimaced, but it only made Ersa’s grin widen a little. She shrugged one shoulder.

“Ah, it’s okay. You’ll pay me back, someday.” She raised her eyebrows in faux warning and he huffed out a laugh before turning on his heel. She watched as he started to walk away, but he didn’t get far.

“Sam.”

Dean’s voice caused him to quickly turn around, and he waited expectantly for what Dean had to say.

“You know, we made a hell of a team back there.”

Sam nodded, the grin appearing on his face once more. He regarded both Ersa and then his brother fondly before replying.

“Yeah.”

The sound of the door closing echoed throughout the night as Ersa climbed into the front seat. Dean glanced at his brother once more before turning the key in the ignition and slowly rolling off. Ersa could see Sam’s retreating figure as he looked after the car, and then she could see as he finally turned and headed into the building.

The car was entirely silent, not even the radio made a sound, as Dean drove off. Chancing a quick glance over, she could see his jaw working. She thought about the perfect time to say something, and what to say when the time came. She doubted he wanted to make small talk at this moment.

Not even 5 minutes had passed when Dean suddenly jerked the wheel to the side, effectively turning the car around. The action surprised Ersa and she quickly grabbed onto the seat beneath her. Her head whipped in Dean’s direction as he pressed the car to go faster despite the already short distance.

“Uh...Dean? What’s going on, bud?” His voice was tight as he answered her, his hands gripping the wheel tight.

“Something’s not right.” Her eyebrows furrowed at his incredibly vague answer, and she prepared herself to ask for more specifics...until something caught her eye.

As they grew closer to the building they had just dropped Sam off at, there was the unmistakable sight of smoke billowing towards the sky accompanied with the smell of fire.

Without asking, she knew that Dean had meant that something wasn’t right...with Sam. It became clearer the moment she saw the smoke.

Her eyes widened, and they both gaped at the smoke as they grew closer. Finally, the car came to a stop.

The car had barely come to a complete stop before Dean was throwing open his door and running straight for the building. Ersa wasn’t far behind, but instead of following him through the doors, she stayed out front. She could only look helplessly up at the cloud of smoke erupting from a window of the building.

Out of her peripheral, she could see a person running up, their expression mirroring hers. She made sure her voice was heard as she yelled at them.

“Call 911! There’s a fire!”

Her heart sped up the longer Dean and Sam were in the building, and right as she stepped forward to go in after them, the doors burst open. A number of people ran out of the building, and among them were Sam and Dean.

She felt a huge breath leave her body, though it did nothing to calm her nerves as she realized that Dean was practically carrying Sam’s weight. By now, the students from other dorm buildings were starting to crowd around, their terrified but excited voices filling the night. Their voices were accompanied by the sound of sirens as the fire department and police finally pulled onto the sight.

Her eyes scanned both boys as they grew closer to her, looking for any signs of injury on either of them. She was satisfied at seeing that neither of them was hurt, but her satisfaction soon dwindled into worry upon seeing the look on Sam’s face.

When they had first exited the building, she had seen Dean practically carrying Sam; now, Sam was walking perfectly on his own, though his face was downturned.

He walked right past her and continued on until he reached the Impala where he instantly went to the trunk of the car. Her eyes followed his actions before turning to find Dean.

She saw him at the very back of the crowd, and she wasted no time in walking up behind him.

“What happened in there?” She kept her voice low, but she knew Dean could hear her. Without looking her way, he replied just as quietly.

“The son-of-a-bitch of killed our mom...just killed his girlfriend.”

She didn’t dare say anything because she didn’t know what to say. “I’m sorry” simply wouldn’t cut it in this situation. Her shoulders sagged as she shook her head. She turned around after having watched enough of firefighters entering and exiting the building and walked back to the Impala with Dean not too far behind her.

When she reached the car, she went and stood beside Sam. She quietly watched as his hands worked through the motions of loading a shotgun. Dean stopped on his other side, simply looking at his younger brother.

The flashing red and blue lights hit Sam’s face just enough to show the tear tracks running down his face, and the sight made Ersa’s chest tighten in sympathy.

But she knew that he didn’t need sympathy. She could tell just by the hard set of his jaw and the look in his eyes as he glanced between her and Dean.

Sam sniffed and a sigh went through his body as he threw the shotgun into the trunk of the car.

The night around them was alive and active, though the three of them only had one thing on their mind as they all regarded the trunk full of hunter’s gear. Sam’s voice was hoarse but didn’t waver once.

“We got work to do.”

Oh my gooDNESS. I can’t believe that I actually rewrote the entire first episode. It may seem like a big deal some, but I have a problem with sticking through to the end with some things, and I’m just proud of myself for actually rewriting an entire episode.

ANYWAYS-

I hope you all liked this. second part to the “Pilot” episode! I’m planning on updating every (or every OTHER) Thursday!

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No Chicks Allowed

Imagine: Dean has turned one of the bunker's rooms into a "Dean Cave". You want to go in there, but he's made it clear that no chicks, especially you, are allowed. One day, while everyone is gone, you decide to check it out to see what all the excitement is about. What happens when Dean catches you trespassing in his inner sanctum?

Sam and Dean were trying to maneuver a large box down the stairs without breaking its contents. Dean had recently discovered an empty room in the bunker and decided to turn it into his "man cave."

At first, you were excited, because he looked so happy, and that's all you've ever wanted for him. You've had a secret crush on Dean for as long as you can remember, but there's no way you'd ever tell him. You'd pretty much convinced yourself that chances were pretty high that he only thought of you as his best friend, or worse, his little sister.

This past week, the "cave" was all Dean could talk about, including all the stuff he was going to have in the new room. His vinyls and turntable, a bar, mini-fridge, small cabinet for snacks and of course, the large flat screen for watching movies or playing video games. You got the feeling he wanted it as a secret clubhouse of sorts, one where "no chicks" are allowed.

You kept dropping hints about wanting to hang out in the new room. Each time, though, he used a different reason to dissuade you from the idea. It was too drafty in there, he'd said. Not enough room for a lot of chairs, he'd said. You don't have the same taste in movies or video games, he'd said. Finally you'd both had enough.

"Dean, I don't see why I can't hang out with you once in a while in the new room! There's only so many times I can keep reading the same books, and I'll get bored with nothing to read," you said. "You don't seem to want me down there at all, Dean. Is that what I'm getting?"

"Exactly. There are all these other rooms in the bunker, why don't you take one of them and make it your clubhouse? Just stay out of mine, and everything will be just peachy!" he shouted as he and Sam prepared to take a new flat screen TV down to the "cave”.

"Fine! Who wants to see your stupid clubhouse anyway?" you yelled. After a while, you decided to get up and follow the boys to take a look at the room for yourself. They made their way down to the "Dean Cave," as he'd started to call it, with the new TV. You tiptoed after them and, partway down the stairs, you overheard Sam and Dean's conversation.

"Dean, that was kinda harsh. Why can't she come down here and hang out with us sometimes?" Sam asked.

"Aww, Sam, not you too. Look, I just want a place where I can escape to. Somewhere that I don't have to see her everywhere I go!" Dean replied.

And there it was. Confirmation of exactly what Dean thought of you. He didn't seem to have any feelings for you whatsoever, not even friendly. Tears springing to your eyes, you ran back up to your room, closing and locking the door behind you.

****

Dean fumbled for words as he tried to explain himself to his brother.

"She's everywhere, Sam. I can't get her beautiful face out of my mind. She's so wonderful. Kind, caring, selfless, not to mention a great hunter. Sexy as hell, too. I'm afraid one of these days, I'm going to slip up and do something stupid, like grab her and kiss her. Then, when she doesn't feel the same, I'll have lost my best friend. At least I can come in here, listen to my vinyls, play some Call of Duty, just something to get my mind off of her," he explained.

At that moment, Sam's phone rang, with the caller ID showing Cas' name. He answered it, and from Sam's side of the conversation, it sounded to Dean like they might have a case. Oh well, I can finish decorating when I get back, he thought. "What's Cas got going on?" he asked.

Dean listened to Sam explain the facts of the case, a vamp's nest that needed taken care of. "Hey, let's just the two of us go. Cas will meet us there... No sense in dragging her with us. Not for something this simple," Dean suggested.

"Yeah, probably. I'll go tell her. What, two, three days?" Sam asked.

"Sounds about right," Dean confirmed.

******

Sam walked down the hall to your room and noticed that the door was closed. He tried the knob, but it was locked as well. Hmm. He knocked on the door, heard it being unlocked. You opened it enough to see it was Sam, but kept her head down. "What do you want, Sam?" you asked.

"Cas called me just now about a vamp's nest problem, but it's not a big deal. Something just the three of us guys can handle by ourselves. Shouldn't be more than two, three days, tops.

"You'll have the whole place to yourself while we're gone," Sam finished.

"Okay," you said softly. "Wait, whose decision was it to leave me behind?" you asked.

"Um, Dean said us guys could take care of it, no need to drag you with us for something this simple," Sam explained.

"Figures," you muttered under her breath. Sam looked at you in surprise at your remark. "Leave it alone, Sam. It's nothing.

"Have fun with the guys," you said as you abruptly closed the door.

*******

You can't believe they left you behind. No, Dean decided it would be best to leave you behind. You're sure he thought he was doing you a favor, letting you have the whole place to yourself. One thing's for sure, you think: You're going to get some cleaning done while they're gone. So much easier when they're not following behind you, messing things up again after you've just cleaned.

Two hours later, you had cleaned the main living area, the library and the kitchen. By this time, you were getting hungry. After a quick check of the pantry and fridge, you decided to do a supply run. Up and down the aisles you walked, checking things off your list as you put them in the cart.

You wandered over to the aisle with the chips, crackers and other snacks. You put some cheese crackers, some gummy bears and a couple of bags of potato chips in the cart. Then you went to the liquor department and picked up Dean's favorite kind of beer. Might as well get him stocked up for all this time away from me. Wouldn't want him to starve to death while he's avoiding me, you thought.

You brought the groceries into the kitchen, which was no small feat, considering how much you'd bought. By the time you put away the regular food items, you started feeling a little tired. You decided to take the supplies down to the "Dean Cave," put them away and hightail it out of there. Wouldn't want to get caught where I'm not wanted, you thought. Then, I can take a shower and go to bed. Hopefully the guys will be home in the morning.

The crackers, chips and gummy bears went into the cabinet, while you put the beer in the mini-fridge. You took a good look around and were amazed at how cool the place was. There was a pool table in the corner, and two really plush leather recliners, front and center, facing the TV. A gaming system was hooked up, ready to be played.

You ran your hand over the leather of the recliner and decided to test it out. You sat down, reached over for the handle and kicked out the foot rest. You closed your eyes and marveled at how comfy the chair was. You told yourself you were only test-driving that baby for a few minutes, but the tiredness caught up with you, and you gave in to the exhaustion.

**********

Sam and Dean finished the hunt early, since there was really nothing to it.

Dean walked down the spiral staircase, half expecting you to be waiting at the bottom. Although, after what Sam had told him about your reaction to their hunt, Dean figured he'd be lucky to see you at all.

He went down the hallway to your room to clear the air with you about what had been happening the past few days. Your door was open, but you weren't inside. He called out to Sam to ask if you were in the kitchen; he said you weren't.

Dean was starting to get worried, until he saw the glow from the lights in his cave. He crept down the stairs, not knowing what to expect when he got there. The door to the cabinet wasn't fully closed, so he looked inside. You had put some snacks in there for him. He saw the empty cardboard that used to hold beer, so he peered into the mini-fridge. Twelve amber bottles were neatly arranged, getting chilled. That sweet lovin' woman, he thought.

Sam had wandered down to the cave, so Dean showed him the cabinet and mini-fridge. "I still don't know where she is, though," he said. Sam chuckled and pointed at the recliner where you were sleeping.

You looked so peaceful, your chest rising and falling with every breath. Dean reached over and brushed a lock of hair away from your forehead, which caused you to stir and your eyes to open. Shock registered on your face as you realized you'd been caught with your hand in the cookie jar, so to speak.

The foot rest was down in a flash, and you bolted out of the chair and back up the stairs.

"Wait!" Dean called after you.

***

Crap! You'd never meant to fall asleep! You guessed you were just so tired from all that you'd done for the day, that the buttery leather chair relaxed you.

You heard Dean calling after you, but you weren't going to stop until you reached the door to your room. If there was one thing you didn't need right now, it was a lecture. One about respecting other people's private spaces and not going where you clearly weren't invited.

Dean finally caught up with you and tried to take hold of your arm, but you pulled it from his grasp. "What, Dean, what? So, fine, you caught me in your precious 'Dean Cave.' I've been working my ass off today, cleaning while you were gone. Then I went on a supply run, and I'm so annoying that I even got some snacks and beer for you. That way, you can hide out in there, where you don't have to see me," you huffed.

"What are you talking about, 'where you don't have to see me'?" Dean asked.

"I heard you say that to Sam as you were taking the TV downstairs. I was only going to sit in your recliner for a few minutes. I never intended to--"

And he cut off your rant with a kiss.

It was slow and tentative at first, as if testing the waters. Then, as he dove back in, it was as if somebody had turned the intensity dial up to about 11.

"Whoa," you breathed. "What was that for?"

"How else am I going to get you to stop talking for five seconds, so I can tell you I'm sorry?" Dean said. "You must have heard me say something about hanging out in the cave. That it was so I didn't have to see you all the time." You nodded, confirming everything he just told you. "I can see why you'd be upset after hearing something like that." More nodding from you.

"But, sweetheart, what you didn't hear is why I didn't want to see you everywhere. It's because I love you, and I can't get your beautiful face off my mind. You're my first thought when I wake up in the morning, and my last one before my head meets the pillow.

"I've been so afraid of being around you. I was afraid I'd do something stupid to mess up our friendship if you didn't feel the same way. That would just about be the end of me, I think," he finished softly.

Your head was reeling from Dean's heartfelt confession. "Sweetheart, please, say something," he whispered hoarsely.

"After what I'd heard, I didn't even think we were friends anymore. I'm so glad that's not true, because it would break my heart as well. All I've ever wanted for you is to be happy. Whether it's with some other girl, or just playing video games with Sam until your eyes bug out," you chuckled. "I love you, too, Dean. I have for a long time, but I've been afraid to tell you."

Dean wrapped his strong arms around you in a warm embrace. "What a pair we make, huh?" he remarked, his hand caressing your cheek.. "Two legit bad-ass hunters who take on all kinds of monsters. But what we're really afraid of is love."

You smiled as you looked into his mossy-green eyes. "I'm not afraid anymore, Dean. Now that I have you, I can conquer the world." You brought your hands up to his neck and gently tugged him down for a soul-searching kiss.

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giddyupponyboy · 4 years

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Falling Apart - Dallas Winston Imagine for Anon

Anonymous said: Hi! could I get an imagine? You and Dally have a serious breakup, I’m not sure what else to put, maybe the rest could be up to you. A/N: had to fix the damn formatting because tumblr mobile is so useless

>:(

gif credit to @timmychalamet i cant thank you enough for blessing my eyes with those gifs

here we go!

The moon shone its dull glow on the earth as it was nearing its peak height, filling the dark places between street lamps down the stretch of road. Dally was walking ahead of her, close enough to protect her if something happened, but not close enough to have any sort of physical contact. He was angry, as was she. They were both having a good time at the Curtis house. The gang all gathered together as they did every so often, mostly playing cards or just simply enjoying the company of one another while the tv filled the background behind their conversations. This particular night, things ended up going sour. It was petty. Something not even worth getting angry about. Steve had gotten just a little bit too close to (y/n), and Dally lost it. His anger was dull in the beginning, taking small shots at her here and there, but when she started firing back harder, that’s when he got even more angry. He left promptly after a screaming match, slamming the screen door behind him. She hurried after him because, for one she was mortified that she and Dally just had a huge, heated argument in front of every one. And two, Dally got out of control when his anger took over. She didn’t want him getting into any trouble. Now here they were, walking down the sidewalk not saying a word to one another. “I’m takin’ you home.” Her heart lurched. That was different. He’d usually offer to let her sleep at Bucks. They’d make up and everything would be okay. It was a cycle, a vicious one, but everything would always be okay in the end. This time was different though. “Okay.” She said quietly. He noticed her change in tone but didn’t say anything. They remained silent for the rest of the walk to her house. She was too caught up in her own thoughts. The relationship had been going downhill for some time now. He’d been less attentive, more aloof. She found she was fighting to get his attention sometimes. She was also tired of the constant arguing and bickering between them. It was quite frequent, too frequent to be healthy. He was wearing her down, and maybe it was time to cut him loose.It hurt her to think about it, but maybe it was in both of their best interests. It was weighing both of them down and it didn’t seem to be progressing in any positive direction. They finally approached her house. Dally stopped beside the gate as she went to open it. She slowly swung it open and walked inside. Dally began to walk away without saying anything, but she stopped him. “Dal, wait.” He stopped and turned around, his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets as he tried to look as nonchalant as possible. “What.” She sighed deeply before looking him in the eyes. “I can’t do this anymore.” His expression changed as the words fell from her mouth. “The arguing, the anger, it’s just too much for me now.” Tears brimmed her eyes as she tried her hardest not to cry. Dally didn’t say anything, he just stood there looking everywhere but her. A tear escaped from her eye and rolled down her face. She quickly wiped it up before speaking. “You ain’t gonna say anything?” He wiped his mouth before talking. He looked irritated. “Yeah. You’re right. I’ll see you around.” He turned on his heels and started down the sidewalk again. She watched him walk away, escaping into the darkness. She turned around and sulked to her house. As she placed her hand on the doorknob, she heard Dally shout loudly before hearing smashing sound, followed by a car alarm. She quickly went into her house and went right to bed, wondering if she made the right decision. A few weeks had gone by and she was feeling much better. She was spending more time doing the things she loved, hanging out with friends and picking up some hobbies she had forgotten about. And she was happy. But a part of her missed him. She felt that they could have worked it out, and feelings of remorse crowded her mind whenever she thought about it. Maybe she had made the wrong decision. They didn’t even discuss it, he just left angrily. But then that’s when her mind went the opposite direction. He just left without saying anything. No discussion, no apology. He just walked away in a fit of rage. It was disheartening, and it was why a part of her thought she made the right decision. She and Pony decided to hang out that day. It was too nice to stay inside. The sun was shining brightly in the sky. Only a few white clouds lingered and the slight breeze that came every so often was just enough to cool them down from the Oaklahoma heat. They had walked around the neighbourhood and ended up at the park, laying down in the grass while they were discussing books they had just finished reading. Pony had just finished beaming about his most recent reading adventure when there was a sudden silence between the two of them. “Can I tell ya somethin’ (y/n)?” Pony said, changing his tone. “Yeah, what’s up?” She asked nervously, wondering what his question could have been. He sat up and crossed his legs, keeping them close to his chest with his arms wrapped around. “Dally misses you. A lot.” He looked back down at her, but she sat up beside him. She was silent for a moment, thinking of what to say. “I miss him too, Pone. But the fighting and the anger was just too much.” She started toying with the grass beside her. “I don’t think he’s ever gonna change. I felt like he hated me more than he loved me.” Pony chuckled a bit. “He didn’t hate you, it was the complete opposite. Dal’s just… really hot headed, you should know that.” He waited for her to reply but she remained silent. “He really loves you, (y/n). A lot. He ain’t been the same since you guys split. He’s a lot quieter.” “That ain’t my problem anymore, Ponyboy.” She said flatly. “Did he put you up to this?” She questioned, looking him in the eye. “No,” he began “I’d just thought I’d see how you felt. We haven’t heard from you in a while but we see Dal almost everyday.” “I miss you guys.” She sighed, ripping bits of grass from the ground and letting them fly out of her hands into the breeze. Pony stood up and held his hand out to her. “C’mon.” He said. She grasped his hand and he helped her up. “Let’s to back to my house, I’m sure everyone will be happy to see you.” He started off towards his house “What if Dally’s there?” She asked, following close behind. “I don’t think he will be. But if he is, who cares? Everyone there is still friends with you.” He said reassuringly. It eased her a bit but she was still worried. She didn’t want to see him, because if she did, all the old feelings would erupt back out of her heart, and she didn’t want that. They arrived at the Curtis house. The noise of the tv could be heard from the porch. Pony opened the door and and to her surprise only two of the boys were there. Two-bit was on the floor, Johnny was on the couch. They were watching Mickey Mouse cartoons. Pony walked in, (y/n) followed after. “Hey Pony, we was wonderin’ where you were.” Johnny said. “Hey, (y/n).” He said after. “Hi, Johnny.” She smiled. “Two-bit?” Pony questioned forcefully. “Oh, yeah, hi.” Two-bit replied, not taking his eyes away from the screen. “You invite yourself into our house, least you could do is greet us when we come home. Especially when we find your lazy ass sitting here.” Pony jeered. “Hey, watch yourself.” Two-bit said, looking over his shoulder at Pony. “Hey, (y/n).” He said after, changing his tone into a kinder one. She and Pony sat on either side of Johnny on the couch, watching the show with them. A few hours had past when they heard someone running up the porch. They quickly burst through the door. “Ponyboy?” Dally said, looking around the room before he saw his friend on the couch. He was about to continue but he noticed (y/n) beside Johnny. He froze, not knowing what to do. So he did what he knew best, and that was being an asshole. “Pony, Johnny, lets go to bucks.” “What about me?” Two-bit whined, looking over his shoulder at Dally. “Yeah you can come too.” He said. “C’mon boys, lets go.” He demanded, trying to hurry them along. “What about (Y/N)?” Pony asked in an irritated tone, not taking his eyes off the tv. An awkward tension filled the air as Dally stood in the open doorway, not knowing what to say. Johnny looked at Pony, then at Dally, silently enjoying the passive aggression. He looked at (Y/N) and shrugged. She spoke up, cutting the silence like a sharp knife. “It’s okay Pone, its about time I get home anyways.” She said, standing up. She walked over to the door, not looking at Dally, until he refused to move out of the way. She looked up at him with an annoyed expression. “Can you please excuse me,” she asked quietly. He sighed deeply and rolled his eyes. She thought he was going to move but he grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the house. “Dal! What are you doing?” She exclaimed. “Let me go!” She tried to force her way out of his grip but he was too strong for her. Ponyboy stood in the doorway while he watched Dally drag her out of the fenced in area of their lawn. “Dally, get back here!” he shouted before darting off after them. Johnny and Two-Bit ran out after him but stopped at the edge of the porch. “Don’t worry, Ponyboy. I’ll have her back in one piece.” Dally shouted back, waving his hand at the boy. Pony stopped in his tracks at the end of the walkway. He figured he would give them time to talk. It would probably both do them some good. She was still trying to wriggle out of his grasp as they continued walking. He stopped when he figured they were far enough away from the boys that they wouldn’t be able to hear them. Dally let go of her arm. She pushed him, but he barely moved an inch. “Dallas Winston, don’t you ever grab me like that again! You hear me?” She threatened. He laughed in response. “Why are you laughing?” “I know you ain’t mad at me.” She stopped immediately at those words. Dally was right, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. “I am. Now leave me alone. I don’t wanna see you anymore.” He took a step closer, ignoring her request. “Dally, don’t.” She put a hand on his chest to keep him away. She faltered a bit when she felt how solid he was under her hand, but she wouldn’t let herself become weak by affection to him anymore. But he kept inching closer, and her emotions were knocking at the wall she had put up and barricaded, which was about to completely crumble at any second. She gasped slightly when she was halted by the tall wooden fence behind her. There was nowhere else for her to go. He put his hands beside her head and lowered himself to meet her eyes. There was something different about him, he didn’t seem as cold. He looked at her with remorse, his blue eyes radiating the emotion to her clearly. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). I ain’t been treatin’ you right.” The words rolled off his tongue like honey, and that was the final blow. The wall crumbled. Emotion flooded over her and she wanted to cry, tears of relief, but she stopped herself as he continued talking. “I promise, it’ll be different now. I ain’t gonna do no wrong to you no more. Ever.” He stood up straight, reaching into his jacket pocket. “I’d been saving up to buy you this.” He held up a small gold ring with a small ruby decorated in the centre. It glittered beautifully in the light. “Dal,” she said, He gently grabbed her hand and slipped the ring on. “W-why?” She looked up at him. Dally was a different man. He was being kinder to her, kinder than he’d ever been before. “Well, I’d been plannin’ to give it to you before, but we got into that big fight so I couldn’t. But I still wanted you to have it.” She gazed back at her hand, unsure of what to say. Dally sighed. “Listen, if this don’t change anything it’s fine. I just thought I should apologize for everythin’.” “Why did you just walk away that night?” She asked abruptly. “I was angry.” He said. “Man, I love you, (y/n). I never felt this way ‘bout anyone before. I was angry you just wanted to give up.” “Dal,” she began. “The constant arguing and fighting was taking a huge toll on me. I wasn’t happy anymore. We never talked about it either, just swept it under the rug and acted like it never happened, until it happened again.” she explained. “What changed, Dal?” “I dunno,” He said, his guard starting to build up again. She was entering sensitive territory and Dally still didn’t want to let her in. “If there’s something wrong you need’a tell me.” She pleaded, taking a step forward. “It don’t matter, (y/n)-” “Yes, it does! It does, Dal,” “I’m scared, alright?” He snapped. His eyes looked elsewhere, avoiding her. ‘I’m scared about where I’m gonna be five, ten years down the line.” He struggled with his words but he continued. “I want a life with you, (y/n), but I ain’t good at nothin’. How am I supposed to take care of you when we’re older?” “Dal, we don’t have to worry about that now, we got plenty of time,” She assured. “I needa figure it out soon.” he said flatly. “You’re not alone,” she said, embracing him. He was taken by surprise, but he hugged her back, tightly. “I’m here for you. Anything we gotta go through, we’ll go through it together.” Dally kept thinking about how he was the luckiest man in the world. He held her tight, promising to himself that he’d treat her like gold, and that he’d never let her slip through his fingers so easily ever again. “I don’t wanna fight anymore.” She said quietly. “We won’t, darlin’. He said, pulling her closer. “We won’t.”

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hargreeveslftv · 4 years

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The Occult: DOOMSDAY | an umbrella academy series

prologue + chapter one | word count: 3,382

PROLOGUE ( song | dangerous - big data (ft. joywave) )

The rain pelted the windows of the store, illuminated by the neon sign hanging inside the glass.

Her arms filled with books to put away, Melanie Hargreeves gazed upon the rows and rows of bookshelves lining the back wall of the room, each section organised by use, placing the books back into their spaces as she moved back and forth in front of them.

As lighting strikes outside, the woman jumps slightly, startled by the loud clap of thunder rolling not far away.

Knowing now that she would be drenched by the time she got home, Melanie let out a heavy sigh, and dropped the remaining books on the counter behind her to be sorted in the morning.

She takes a round of the building, switching off the neon sign and the various other lights brightening the store, the swirled letters reading “Psychic” now dark as she walks through into the back room.

Melanie makes quick work of putting on her jacket and scarf, pulling the hood of her coat up over her black and purple hair as the radio in the back room cracked in protest at the weather disturbing its signal.

As she moves to turn it off, her fingers hesitate to press the button, the breaking news tune stopping her in her tracks and immediately catching her attention.

“We’re going now live to a breaking story. Eccentric billionaire Sir Reginald Hargreeves is dead, with his cause of death currently unknown. Sir Hargreeves was the founder of the illusive-" With a sharp shove to the radio, it skids back into the wall, the sound of rain and heavy breathing the only soundtrack playing in the darkened room.

And with that, Melanie becomes an orphan yet again.

CHAPTER ONE | when we bury our friends… ( song | I think we’re alone now - tiffany )

It took years for Melanie to train herself out of waking up at six am every morning, an act of spite towards her upbringing, but today, it seemed like the progress she had made was out the window.

Instead, Melanie laid on her side, watching the early morning cartoons playing on her TV, the muted pictures doing little to occupy her mind as the fears and thoughts of the day swirled through her head.

Would anyone else show up? Would Klaus finally make an appearance after disappearing last month? Would Mom be okay now with ol’ Reggie dead?

The endless questions raced through her brain as she decided to abandon her bed, walking through her small apartment to her fridge and grabbing a cold bottle of water to drink while she got ready for what she hoped wouldn’t be an eventful day.

As she walked back down the hallway, she couldn’t help but stop in front of the bedroom door that sat beside her own.

Slowly, Melanie opened the door quietly and hopefully, a spark inside of her wishing that her best friend had made his way home in the night.

Yet, her stomach drops, as she sees Klaus’s bed undisturbed for yet another night.

Today would mark day thirty-one since she last saw him, and she would be lying if she said she wasn’t worried about him. While Melanie understood her brother’s issues and addictions, knowing he would follow whatever desires he had at the time, he was still her only best friend that she could talk to properly these days, given…

Melanie shakes herself out of her thoughts, closing the door and moving into her own bedroom to get ready.

The rain from the night before had passed, leaving Melanie grateful as she starts the trek back to the one place she avoided like the plague, the academy.

She knew Klaus went back more often than she did, but never bothered to ask him about what he saw there when he did venture back. The only times Melanie bothered was mother’s day and the anniversary of Ben’s death, the two days a year when she would even pass through the same street as the building she grew up in.

The death of her father barely passed as an excuse to go back, but she wasn’t going for him, she was going for herself.

Melanie took a deep breath as she finally rounded the corner, and stopped dead in her tracks as she looked up at the tall, dark, towering building in front of her.

With shaky hands, Melanie walks through the front doors, the smell of the building immediately sending her back to her childhood, visions of her past playing before her eyes before she’s pulled out of her thoughts by a man dressed in all black walking down the stairs.

"Hey, Diego.” Melanie greets softly, happy to see she isn’t the first to arrive.

“I didn’t think the family reunion would be starting this early.” He comments, making her laugh bitterly as she shoves her hands into her pockets.

“Yeah, you and me both. How’d you find out?” She asks, leaning against one of the large pillars to the side of the room.

“News. You?"

"Radio.” She shrugs.

Diego scoffs as he looks to the side, before glancing down to his feet.

“Was nice of Pogo to only call Luther and not the rest of us.” He says bitterly, earning a nod from the equally annoyed woman standing across from him as she pushes herself away from the pillar.

“Who’s here, just me and you?” She asks, glancing through the large doors leading to the living room.

“Allison’s somewhere, Luther should be back on earth too. Not sure about the others."

Just then, a loud crashing comes from the end of the living room, causing both Diego and Melanie to shift into their default fighting positions.

Positions that relax when Klaus stumbles into view from beside the bar, making both siblings sigh as Melanie storms into the room, picking Klaus up and pulling him into a tight hug.

"Oh, hey Mellie, how’s it hanging?” Klaus asks casually, hugging his sister before cowering back as she smacks the side of his head.

“And where the hell have you been for the last month?” She asks angrily, watching him closely as he lifts his hand to rub at the sore spot on his head.

Her attention is caught by a white band on his wrist, reaching up and spinning it around to read it.

“Don’t they have phones in rehab?” She asks.

Klaus looks at her guiltily as she stares at him, sighing and throwing his head back as he walks around her, flopping down practically on top of Diego as he sits on one of the couches.

“I got caught again and didn’t want to worry you, besides you already had enough on your plate as it is.” He replies, excuses rich in the air and making Melanie roll her eyes.

“I thought we agreed you’d stop making decisions for me?” She reminds him.

“I take it you guys are still close.” Diego comments, shoving Klaus onto his own side of the couch.

“Like traumatised peas in a pod, Mellie and I.” Klaus muses, gesturing to her as she sits down opposite them.

“Is Ben here?” She asks Klaus, immediately feeling energy beside her after speaking his name.

“You tell me, I’ve already been into daddy’s liqueur cabinet.” Klaus says with a wave of his hand as he falls face first into the plush throw cushion beside him.

“Well it’s either that or Dad’s a friendlier ghost than a parent.” She jokes, turning to where she feels the energy next to her.

“Hey Ben.” She greets.

“So,” she asks, both Melanie and Klaus unable to hear Ben’s soft response with Klaus’s drugged up state, “when’s the rest of the gang getting here?”

Just over an hour later, for the first time in years, all the living Hargreeves children sat in the same room.

With Allison and Diego sitting beside the fireplace, Luther on a couch of his own, Melanie and Vanya opposite him and Klaus shuffling around in the bar, the only thing lifting the awkward silence was the sound of clinking bottles.

“Um,” Luther speaks, “I guess we should get this started."

He stands up, looking over his siblings before looking back down to the coffee table in front of him.

"So I figured we could have some kind of memorial service, in the courtyard at sundown. Say a few words, just at Dad’s favorite spot.”

Allison frowns as she looks up to Luther over her drink.

“Dad had a favorite spot?” She questions.

“You know, under the oak tree.” Luther explains, frowning at everyone, “We used to sit out there all the time, none of you ever did that?"

"Will there be refreshments?” Klaus interrupts as he waltzes through. “Tea? Scones? Cucumber sandwiches are always a winner."

"What? No. And put that out, Dad didn’t allow smoking in here.” Luther scolds in reference to the cigarette cradled between his fingers, but is interrupted by Allison.

Melanie leans back into the couch and stares at the ceiling, wishing she was anywhere else but here as Klaus crashes into the spot between her and Vanya, throwing his arm around her shoulder and making her regrettably look back into the room.

“-there’s still some important things we need to discuss.” Luther says.

“Like what?” Diego asks suspiciously.

“Like the way Dad died."

"And here we go."

"I don’t understand, I thought they said it was a heart attack.” Vanya speaks up, with Melanie quick to back her up.

“Yeah. Diego said the official autopsy concluded it was heart failure. What’s there to discuss?” She asks, head tilting to the side.

“Yes, according to the coroner.” Luther nods.

“Well wouldn’t they know?” Vanya defends.

“Theoretically."

"Theoretically?” Allison asks.

“I’m just saying, at the very least, something happened.” Luther defends. “The last time I talked to Dad, he sounded strange.”

“Oh, quelle surprise!” Klaus gurgles, spitting droplets of alcohol onto Melanie that she brushes off casually.

“You shouldn’t make fun of his accent, Lulu, the… bigger guy than you, doesn’t smile upon those who talk ill of the dead.” Melanie jokes, grabbing the drink from her brother’s hand and taking a sip from the deep rounded cup.

“Strange how?” Allison asks, waving off the antics of Klaus and Melanie.

“He sounded on edge, told me I should be careful who I trust.” Luther explains, earning a groan from Diego.

“Luther,” he says as he stands up, “he was a paranoid, bitter old man who was starting to lose what was left of his marbles."

"No. He must have known something was going to happen.” Luther argues, before turning to Klaus.

“Look, I know you don’t like to do it, but I need you to talk to dad."

Klaus looks up at him in surprise, gesturing to himself before he speaks while Allison scoffs as she takes a drink.

"I can’t just call Dad in the afterlife and be like, "Dad, could you just… stop playing tennis with Hitler for a moment and take a quick call?”“ He explains, taking the cup from Melanie’s hand and leaning forward.

"Since when? That’s your thing?” Luther challenges, more annoyed by the second.

“I’m not in… the right frame of mind!"

"You’re high?” Allison asks.

“When isn’t he?” Melanie muses as Klaus laughs, agreeing with Allison.

“Yeah! I mean how are you not, listening to this nonsense?” He asks, falling back into the couch again.

“Well sober up, this is important.” Luther demands, before looking up again. “Then there’s the issue of the missing monocle."

"Who gives a shit about a stupid monocle?” Diego asks rhetorically.

“Exactly. It’s worthless. So whoever took it, I think it was personal. Someone close to him. Someone with a grudge."

"What’s that supposed to mean Luther?” Melanie asks, sitting forward and frowning up at him.

“Yeah, where are you going with this?” Klaus asks.

“Oh, isn’t it obvious guys?” Diego asks, taking a step closer to Luther. “He thinks one of us killed Dad."

Luther looks around the room, a slight trace of guilt on his face not distracting from his silence at the accusation.

"You do?” Klaus asks, shocked he could ever accuse them of something like this.

“How could you think that?” Vanya asks with hurt in her voice.

“Great job Luther, way to lead.” Diego mocks.

“You have got to be kidding me.” Melanie argues, defenses building by the second.

“That’s not what I’m-"

"You’re crazy, man. You’re crazy.” Klaus argues, done with whatever bullshit family meeting they were having.

Diego is the first to leave the room, with Klaus not far behind.

“Sorry I’m just gonna go murder Mom, be right back.” Klaus responds to Luther’s protests.

Vanya quickly follows the lead of her brothers, with Melanie tagging along behind her with her hands clenched into fists.

“Pogo should have let him stay on the moon.” Melanie says under her breath.

With each of the siblings splitting off to calm down, Melanie bypasses her room, not having ventured back into it in years, and instead moves to the room where she knew she could get comfort instead of flashbacks that made her toes curl.

As Melanie opens the door, and carefully sits down on the end of Ben’s bed, she lets out a deep sigh of frustration from dealing with everything that’s already happened throughout the day.

“If you were here right now, I’d be dragging your ass to get donuts and blow off the rest of whatever is going on here.” She speaks aloud, hoping that Ben’s energy would make an appearance in the room.

It was a complicated situation, the one between Melanie and her departed best friend.

The easiest thing for Melanie was to sense when Ben was near, and when she could, she would talk to him, and fill him in on everything he might have missed while following Klaus, knowing he was more strongly tethered to him than her.

Some nights, when Klaus would come home for once, Melanie would sit with her books and try whatever she could to bring him back, him sitting with her though the sleepless nights, trying as hard as he could to manifest to her.

It was easier for Ben to manifest when both Klaus and Melanie were in the same small area, Melanie explained to him one night, after talking to some of the mentors she had picked up after leaving the academy.

“For ghosts to manifest, it’s easier if the people they’re tethered to are in close proximity, meaning they can roam between them more freely, and conduct energy from both to communicate.” Melanie read from her book out into the air, candles lit around her, chalk drawn in intricate patterns across the floor, and Ben sitting across from her on the cushion she placed for him.

“So while Klaus can see you whenever he’s sober enough, it’s a bit harder for me to see you cause I don’t have his abilities. If I’m lucky, maybe I’ll figure out how to hear you again so you can be the one talking again for once.” She joked bitterly, her hope for a proper reunion slipping away with every failed spell and conjuring.

“I’ll always be here for you either way.” Ben tries to reassure her, but just like every other time, his words fall on deaf ears.

As she sat in his room, she couldn’t help but remember their first mission together. The bank robbery that unveiled the umbrella academy to the world.

Melanie killed two men that day, hovering into the building through the hole in the ceiling Luther had made on his way in, and snapping the men’s necks with the dark purple beams extending from her hands as they raised their guns towards Diego.

She remembers Reginald walking in after everyone was dead or incapacitated, an arm filled with their coats and a handkerchief handed to Ben to help with the blood drenching the boy. Melanie rolled her eyes behind her father’s back, taking Ben’s hand and leading him to the water fountain after grabbing a box of tissues from the front desk. She carefully cleared the blood from his face, asking him in a whisper to tell her about the book he was currently reading to try and distract him.

Ben was thankful, and told her quietly about the novel he had snuck into the academy, recommending it and knowing she would actually read it if he did. He did his best to ignore the fact she was staring at him as she helped, and she did her best to comfort the person who’s sadness made her heart ache.

She still remembers standing beside him on the steps of the bank, the bright camera flashes popping in their faces as Reginald spoke to the gathered media.

Melanie stopped her reminiscing as she suddenly felt Ben’s energy beside her, reaching up to wipe the gathered tears away from her face with the sleeves of her shirt.

“Hope you know I still miss the shit outta you every day.” She laughs.

“I miss you too."

Melanie is pulled out of her thoughts as the sound of music starts playing throughout the house, something their father never allowed.

"Luther.” Melanie shakes her head, a small smile on her face as she stands up.

After all of the stress, maybe it was a good idea to try and shake it out instead of holding onto it.

Standing in the center of Ben’s room, Melanie starts slowly swaying to the music, the Tiffany song reminding her of all the times she’d collect Luther for dinner and hear it playing in his room.

As she got into the groove, and danced around the room, she couldn’t help but smile. It wasn’t the first time she had danced alone in this house, but knowing someone wasn’t about to bust in and punish her for having fun? It felt like she was actually allowed to breathe.

But then, her breath catches in her throat as loud thunder and crashing is heard from outside.

Melanie nearly crashes into Allison and Luther as the siblings bolt down the stairs, Diego being the first one to crash through the back doors as everyone follows him out.

“What is it?” Vanya asks as Melanie follows her, standing between her and Diego as the giant whirling blue portal filled the courtyard.

“Don’t get too close!” Allison warns, grabbing Luther’s arm to stop him from moving forward.

“Melanie is this one of yours?” Diego asks, to which she shakes her head furiously.

“Definitely not mine.” She denies as the wind whips her hair away from her face.

“Looks like some sort of temporal anomaly. Either that or a miniature black hole. One of the two.” Luther muses, confusion covering everyone’s faces.

“Pretty big difference there, Paul Bunyan.” Diego says sarcastically as Klaus finally makes an appearance, running out and crashing between Luther and Diego.

“Out of the way!” He yells, fire extinguisher in hand.

“Klaus don’t get too close!” Melanie calls as he tries to put the portal out.

When the extinguisher fails, he throws the whole thing into the portal, Allison calling out to him once it disappears.

“What is that gonna do?"

"I don’t know! Do you have a better idea?” Klaus asks dramatically.

The portal cracks with electricity again, the whirling noise near defending.

“Everyone get behind me!” Luther demands, Diego stepping to his side.

“Yeah get behind us.” He agrees, Melanie clinging onto his arm in fright as her other hand reaches to hold Vanya’s.

“I vote for running, come on!” Klaus encourages, but none of his siblings move to follow him.

The sound of screams come through the portal, and Melanie swears she can see an old man through the static.

But before she can ask if anyone else sees him too, a person falls out of the portal and onto the ground in front of Ben’s statue, laying motionless for a moment before starting to move and pull themself up.

Cautiously, everyone takes a step forward towards them, their eyes going wide at the sight in front of them.

“Holy shit.” Melanie says under her breath as she steps out from behind Diego, still holding Vanya’s hand.

“Does anyone else see little number Five, or is that just me?” Klaus asks.

Five looks down at himself, before looking back up at his siblings.

“Shit."

chapter two out now

#tua #the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy fanfic #the umbrella academy imagine #tua fanfic #tua imagine #ben hargreeves imagine #ben hargreeves fanfic #ben hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #luther hargreeves #allison hargreeves #diego hargreeves #Five hargreeves

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brianwilly · 5 years

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Game of Thrones did the thing that a couple of shows do where...it likes feminism. It understood that feminism is important. It wanted to be feminist. It was cognizant of the fact that its setting was brazenly and intentionally misogynistic, and so it was even more important for its independent narrative to empower its female characters instead of mindlessly reinforcing the toxic beliefs of its own fictional world. The whole point of the story, after all, was “this society is toxic, can our heroes survive it?” and so the narrative was voluntarily self-critical.

And so it knew to give us badass assassin Arya. It knew to give us stalwart knight Brienne. It gave us the pirate queen and the dragon queen and the Sansa getting revenge after revenge upon all the men who’d wronged her, and far more besides, and it talked big about breaking chains and how much men fucked things up and how great it would be if only women were in charge and et cetera et cetera. And it’s, in fact, all actually really good that it had those things. And because there were so very many moving parts of this story, it was super easy to look at those certain moving parts and think, yeah, they’ve done it! They done good!

And it’s easy to forget and forgive -- to want to forget and forgive -- all the dead prostitutes that were on this show and the rapes used as motivation and fridgings and objectifications and the...y’know, whatever the hell Dorne was and Lady Stoneheart who? It’s easy to forget that this show actually played its hand a long time ago in regards to, like, what its relationship with feminism was going to be, and then kept playing the same hand again and again, to disappointing results.

Game of Thrones likes feminism. It wanted to be feminist. But its relationship with feminism was still predicated on some of the same old narratives and the same old storytelling trends that have disempowered female characters in the past, and so any progressive ideas it might have about women in its setting were nonetheless going to be constrained by those old fetters. As a result, its portrayal of women varied anywhere from glorious to admirable to predictable to downright cringeworthy.

New ideas require new vessels, new stories, in which to house them. And for Game of Thrones, the ultimate story that it wanted to tell -- the ultimate driving force and thesis statement around which it was basing its entire journey and narrative -- was unfortunately a very old one, and one very familiar to the genre.

“Powerful women are scary.”

(Yes, I’m obviously making Yet Another Daenerys Essay On The Internet here)

So we have this character, this girl really, a slave girl who was sold and abused, and then she overcomes that abuse to gain power, she gains dragons, and she uses that power to fight slavery. She fights slavery really well, like, she’s super hella good at it. Her command of dragons is the most overt portrayal of “superpowers” in this world; she is the single most powerful person in this story, more powerful than any other character and the contest is not close.

But then...something really bad happens and oops, she gets really emotional about it and then she’s not fighting slavery anymore...she’s kinda doing the opposite! This girl who was once a hero and a liberator of slaves instead becomes an out-of-control scary Mad Queen who kills a ton of innocent people and has to be taken down by our true heroes for the good of the world.

That’s the theme. That’s the takeaway here. That’s how it all ends, with one of the most primitive, archaic propaganda ever spread by writers, that women with power are frightening, they are crazy, they will use that power for ill. Women with power are witches. They are Amazons. They will lop off our manhoods and make slaves of us. They seduce our rightful kings and send our kingdoms to ruin. They cannot control their emotions. They get hot flashes and start wars. They turn into Dark Phoenixes and eat suns. They are robot revolutionaries who will end humanity. Powerful women are scary.

And let me emphasize that the theme here is not, in fact, that all power corrupts, because the whole Mad Queen concept for Daenerys actually ends up failing one of the more fundamental litmus tests available when it comes to representation of any kind: “would this story still happen if Dany was a man?” And the fact is that it would not. And indeed we know this for a fact because “protagonist starts out virtuous, gains power in spite of the hardships set against him, gets corrupted by that power, and ends up being the bad guy” didn’t happen, and doesn’t happen, to the guys in the very same story that we’re examining. It doesn’t happen to Jon Snow, Dany’s closest and most intentional narrative parallel. It doesn’t happen to Bran Stark, a character whose entire journey is about how he embroils himself in wild dark winter magic beyond anyone’s understanding and loses his humanity in the process. In fact, the only other character who ever got hinted of going “dark” because of the power that they’re obtaining is Arya, the girl who spent seven seasons training to fight, to become powerful, to circumvent the gender role she was saddled with in this world...and then being told at the end of her story, “Whoa hey slow down be careful there, you wouldn’t wanna get all emotional and become a bad person now wouldja?” by a man.

(meanwhile Sansa’s just sitting off in the side pouting or whatever ‘cuz her main arc this season was to, like, be annoyed at people really hard I guess)

‘Cuz that’s the danger with the girls and not the boys, ain’t it? Arya and Jon are both great at killing people, but there is no Dark Jon story while we have to take extra special care to watch for Arya’s precious fragile humanity. Dany has the power of dragons while Bran has the power of the old gods, but we will not find Dark Lord Bran, Soulless Scourge of Westeros, onscreen no matter how much sense it should make. “Power corrupts” is literally not a trend that afflicts male heroes on the same level that it afflicts female heroes.

Oh sure, there are corrupt male characters everywhere, tyrants and warlords and mafia bosses and drug dealers and so forth all over your TVs, and not even necessarily portrayed as outright villains; anti-heroes are nothing new. But we’re talking about the hero hero here; the Harry Potters, the Luke Skywalkers, the Peter Parkers. The Jon Snows. They interact with corruptive power, yes; it’s an important aspect of their journeys. But the key here being that male heroes would overcome that corruption and come through the other side better off for it. They get to come away even more admirable for the power that they have in a way that is generally not afforded towards female heroes.

There are exceptions, of course; no trends are absolutely absolute one way or the other. For instance, the closest male parallel you’d find for the “being powerful is dangerous and will corrupt your noble heroic intentions” trope in popular media would be the character of Anakin Skywalker in the Star Wars prequel trilogy...ie, a preexisting character from a preexisting story where he was conceived as the villainous foil for the heroes. Like, Anakin being a poor but kindhearted slave who eventually becomes seduced by the dark side certainly matches Dany’s arc, but it wasn’t the character’s original story and role. And even then?...notice how Anakin as Vader the Dark Lord gets treated with the veneer of being “badass” and “cool” by the masses. A male character with too much power -- even if it’s dark power, even if it’s corruptive -- has the range to be seen as something appealingly formidable, and not just as an obstacle that has to be dealt with or a cautionary tale to be pitied.

And in one of the few times that this trope was played completely straight, completely unironically with a male hero -- I’m thinking specifically of Hal Jordan the Green Lantern, of “Ryan Reynolds played him in the movie” fame -- the fans went berserk. They could not let it go. The fact that this character would go mad with power because a tragedy happened in his life was completely unacceptable, the story gained notoriety as a bad decision by clueless writers, and today the story in question has been retconned -- retroactively erased from continuity -- so that the character can be made heroic and virtuous again. That’s how big a deal it was when a male hero with the tiniest bit of a fan following goes off the deep end.

To be clear, I’m not here to quibble over whether the story of Dany turning evil was good or bad, because we all know that’s going to be the de facto defense for this situation: “But she had to go mad! It was for the sake of the story!“ as if the writers simply had no choice, they were helpless to the whims of the all-powerful Story God which dictates everything they write, and the most prominent female character of their series simply had to go bonkers and murder a bajillion babies and then get killed by her boyfriend or else the story just wouldn’t be good, y’know? Ultimately though, that’s not what I’m arguing here, because it doesn’t actually matter. There have been shitty stories about powerful women being bad. There have been impressive stories about powerful women being bad. Either way, the fact that people can’t seem to stop telling stories about powerful women being bad is a problem in and of itself. Daenarys’ descent into Final Boss-dom could’ve been the most riveting, breathtaking, masterfully-written pieces of art ever and it’d still be just another instance of a female hero being unable to handle her power in a big long list of instances of this shitty trope. The trope itself doesn’t become unshitty just because you write it well.

It all ultimately boils down to the very different ways that men and women -- that male heroes and female heroes -- continue to be portrayed in stories, and particularly in genre media. In TV, we got Dany, and then we also have Dolores Abernathy in Westworld who was a gentle android that was abused and victimized for her entire existence, who shakes off the shackles of her programming to lead her race in revolution against their abusers...and then promptly becomes a ruthless maniac who ends up lobotomizing the love of her life and ends the season by voluntarily keeping a male android around to check her cruel impulses. Comic book characters like Jean Grey and Wanda Maximoff are two of the most powerful people in their universe but are always, in-universe, made to feel guilty about their power and, non-diegetically, writers are always finding ways to disempower them because obviously they can’t be trusted with that much power and entire multiple sagas have been written about just how bad an idea it is for them to be so powerful because it’ll totally drive them crazy and cause them to kill everyone, obviously. Meanwhile, a male comic character like Dr. Strange -- who can canonically destroy a planet by speaking Latin really hard -- or Black Bolt -- who can destroy a planet by speaking anything really hard -- will be just sitting there, two feet on the side, enjoying some tea and running the world or whatever because a male character having untold uninhibited power at his disposal is just accepted and laudable and gets him on those listicles where he fights Goku and stuff.

In my finite perspective, the sort of female heroes who have gained...not universal esteem, perhaps, but at least general benign acceptance amongst the genre community are characters who just don’t deal with all that stuff. I’m thinking of recent superheroes like Wonder Woman and Captain Marvel, certainly, but also of surprise breakout hits like Stranger Things’ Eleven (so far) or even more niche characters like Sailor Moon or She-Ra. The fact that these characters wield massive power is simply accepted as an unequivocal good thing, their power makes them powerful and impressive and that’s the end of the story, thanks for asking. And when they deal with the inevitable tragedy that shakes their worldview to the core, or the inevitable villain trying to twist them into darkness, they tend to overcome that temptation and come out the other side even stronger than when they started. In other words?...characters like these are being allowed the exact same sorts of narrative luxuries that are usually only afforded towards male heroes.

The thing about these characters, though, is that they tend to be...well, a little bit too heroic, right? A lil’ bit too goody-two-shoes? A bit too stalwart, a bit too incorruptible? And that’s fine, there’s certainly nothing wrong with a traditionally-heroic white knight of a hero. But what I might like to see, as the next step going forward, is for female heroes to be allowed a bit more range than just that, so that they’re not just innocent children or literal princesses or shining demigods clad in primary colors. Let’s have an all-powerful female hero be...well, the easiest way to say it is let’s see her allowed to be bitchier. Less straightlaced. Let’s not put an ultimatum on her power, like “Oh sure you can be powerful, but only if you’re super duper nice about it.” Let us have a ruthless woman, but not one ruled by ruthlessness. Let us have a hero who naturally makes enemies and not friends, who has to work hard to gain allies because her personality doesn’t sparkle and gleam. Let her have the righteous anger of a lifelong slave, and let that anger be her salvation instead of her downfall.

In other words, let us have Daenerys Targaryen. And let us put her in a new story instead of an old one.

#Game of Thrones #Daenerys Targaryen #ASOIAF #A Song of Ice and Fire #Jon Snow #Bran Stark #Arya Stark #Dany #GoT #GoTedit #Overthinking #meta #essay

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lancearcherinrippedjeans · 4 years

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It Started with The Janela Zone

ICBeing The Elite Part 1

Pairings - Adam Page x OFC, Chuck Taylor x OC, Marq Quen x OFC

Catergory - VERY FLUFFY, LOTS OF COMEDY, with the TINIEST TINIEST bits of angst

Warnings/Promises - Lot’s of cussing lmao. Talk of FAKE, I’ll say it again, FAKE death. And talk of anxiety.

Word Count - 4,503

Summary/Desc - Gabby goes live the Joey Janela every week. But when Parker and Bri are with there this time, Joey makes a decision to invite them to a show. And once they show up, they get two things they didn’t expect, being special guests on BTE, and finding potential love.

There beginning and end with be like “real life” and the middle with be like BTE (Intro and Outro is included)

(JUST A THING, PARKER, AKA ME, I PUT BOTH BY PRONOUNS IN THIS she/they, SOOOO, JUST A THING)

N e ways,,,,creds to @westanaew , it’s not just her first collab its also MINE. We did this together <3

Also, Gabby is gonna be the main character in part one :)

(happy birthday Hangman)

“I don’t know what you want from me Joey.” She laughed. Gabby and Joey were live for Janela Zone, like they did every weekend. “What do you mean Gabby,” Joey chuckled, “I told you to chug the White Claw or listen to Barbie girl for 1. Hour.” Joey said. This was the normal for them, just two people going live for the entertainment of their fans. Joey Janela was, well Joey Janela. But Gabby was a fan that wanted to go live with her idol, which quickly turned into a friend when the people started liking on their lives.

One day Gabby was with her friends, Parker and Bri, that she met from being wrestling fans. They were together at a hotel, something they didn’t do often since they lived in different states.

“Bitch I know you’re not about to go live with us here!” Parker yelled. It was time for Gabby and Joey’s weekly stream, and she was doing it either way. “I mean I can go get food, I’m kind of hungry anyways.” Bri offered.

“Humans just be normal. It’s only for a few hours.” Gabby tried to explain, but Parker wasn’t having it. “I know you did not just saying a few fucking hours-“ Parker seemed fed up, but Gabby knew she would get over it.

“Guys let’s see if Gabby is in here.” Joey said. Gabby was ready while Parker and Bri sat in the back awkwardly. When Joey added her, he noticed Bri laying on one of the 2 beds in the background. “Who’s that in the background?” Joey questioned. “Oh them? Those are just my friends, Parker and Bri.” Gabby said then looking back at a surprised Parker. “Hi Joey, big fan” Parker stated. Eventually Parker and Bri joined in and the whole group had a lot of fun on live that night, so much fun that Joey would offer them something. “I swear, I got to fly y’all out for All Out next Saturday.” They didn’t think he was serious till Gabby got a dm after they got off of the live with Joey asking if they could actually come. Of course, they accepted and off to All Out they were in 2 weeks.

The Day of All Out

“Look how big it is!” Gabby said, pointing at the titantron, amazed. “That’s what she said.” Parker smirked. “Bitch be wholesome for 5 seconds, geez!” Gabby exclaimed. “I knew y’all would do this.” Bri laughed with her head down.

“Hey! Gabby over here!” Joey said waving towards them. Parker and Gabby waved back. “Omg y’all that’s like actually Joey Janela!” Gabby was excited, but really emotional about it. Before all the lives, Gabby was a huge fan of Joey, and his wrestling helped her through a lot of stuff. She dreamed about meeting him even though they were friends, today was the day her dream would come true. The group made their way towards Joey, Parker and Bri excited while Gabby was in shock it was really happening.

“Hey guys!” Joey said when we made our way over to him. “What’s up Joey, thank you for everything, we really appreciate it.” Gabby said, fighting back tears. She didn’t wanna get all emotional right now so she held it in. ”Sup Joey, nice meeting you” Parker said, trying not to burst out of excitement.

”Hi Joey, great meeting you.” Unlike the other two, Bri hugged Joey, then behind his back winking. Gabby caught this, “Not today Brianna.” Gabby whispered but loud enough Bri got the message.

Bri rolled her eyes at Gabby while letting go of Joey, Parker holding back laughter so Joey wouldn’t know what was happening. “Joey let's get a picture, this’ll be my biggest flex.” Gabby said, pulling out her phone and opening Instagram. All four of them took a group photo then all getting individual photos with Joey. “You guys wanna head to catering? I’m sure you’ll run into someone there.” Joey offered. “Sure why not!” Parker agreed, trying not to sound too nervous. They all headed backstage to the catering area.

“Ok guys, the food is over there against the wall and that’s about it. I’m 100% sure you’ll run into someone over here. I’m gonna head out to find Sonny, so have fun.” Joey said, he really invited them then left.

That’s when the group heard a very familiar voice. “What’s up guys,” He motioned towards one of them, “are you Gabby?” said Nick Jackson, coming over to sit with them. “Yes I am, are you Nick Jackson?” Gabby said in a sarcastic but funny way. Bri sat and smiled while Parker sat there like an idiot, mouth agape, starstruck by the man sitting across from them.

“I like your attitude,” Nick laughed at Gabby’s sarcasm, “and from what I’ve heard you guys are funny, so I’m inviting you on BTE. We needed some extra people this week and you guys seem to fit the spot.” Nick offered.

“Deadass?!” Parker questioned. “I'M DEADASS!” Nick shouted, then breaking a smile. “I’m down.” Bri said. “Yea me too, it’ll be fun.” Gabby said, checking her phone for a notification.

“Okay sounds great! Gabby I think we’ll have you working with Adam, Joey said you guys were pretty similar,” He pointed towards her, and she looked up from her phone surprised from what she was hearing. “Parker, from what I’ve heard? The Best Friends bit sounds perfect for you, and Bri, I think you’ll go best with Private Party.”

“Alright.” “Amazing.” “Sounds good to me.”

“Okay,” He clapped his hands together, “You’ll have a bit of time to pre plan before we start shooting in,” he checked his phone, “About an hour, so, see y’all in a little bit.”

Once Nick walked away Parker and Bri turned towards their friend, “Gabby and Adam sitting in a tree.” Bri sang, wanting to get on her nerves, “Not now, Brianna.” “She is c-h-o-k-i-n-g.” Parker finished, “Parker Lorin Jones!!!!” The three joked before breaking off, finding the groups for their bits on Being The Elite.

Gabby walked around Daily’s Place, until she found Adam, sitting, clearly waiting for something. She took a deep breath before approaching him, “Hi Adam, I’m-” “Gabby, working with me for Being The Elite?” Adam cut in, and she felt her cheeks get hot, “Uh, yeah.”

The blonde nodded, “I’ve watched you on Janela Zone before, you seem pretty chill. Shall we talk about the bit before we start?” He held out his arm for her to hook it. She was nervous at first but she inhaled, then exhaled, and hooked her arm through his, “We shall.”

The Elite

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The The Elite

The Elite

The The Elite

Superkick PAAARRRR-

“I’m going to use the bathroom, don’t die while I’m gone.” Gabby said while getting up from her seat. “Bitch you know you dying first outta us.” Parker said, gazing over to the side avoiding to make eye connection with Gabby. “Go choke Parker.'' Gabby said, walking away to find the nearest bathroom, that’s when while walking down the hallway she spotted a lonely cowboy sitting at the bar by himself.

It was Adam Page, then she saw an angry Kenny Omega walking out of the bar. “Fuuck.” She saw the cowboy whisper, then taking a drink of his Jack Daniels. Gabby saw a look in his face that she didn’t really see on tv, a more sad than angry look in his eyes. So she took it upon herself to go sit with him at the bar.

“Excuse me can I uh, get 1 whiskey?” Gabby asked the bartender. “You must be Joey’s friend everyone’s been talking about.” Adam said, taking another sip of his drink. “Yup that’s me.” Gabby said, taking a sip of her whiskey. She followed that up with, “You didn’t look like you were doing well and-“ Adam cut Gabby off, “Gabby I don’t know you and you don’t know me so what’s up? If you want a one night ssand you can jusssay that.” Adam said, slurring his words and still drinking. “No it’s not that, I just saw the pain in your face. What happened with Kenny?” She asked, she let the one night stand comment slide since he was obviously drunk. ”Kenny’ssjust being complicated, he doesn’twant me drinking with Cash and Dax. And I know they have their problemssbut that has nothing to do with me.” Adam said, finishing off his drink.

“I feel you, but sometimes you just gotta let people be mad. And put yourself first.” Gabby said, then also finishing off her drink. “Nice talk, wesshould talk more. I like you.” A drunk Adam Page mumbled out, still slurring his words. “Yea I’m down.” Gabby got up, tipped her cup towards Adam and made her way out the bar. Adam tipped his glass right back at her before looking back towards the bartender.

LaTeR iN tHe EpIsOdE

Parker was walking backstage, minding her own business and looking at her phone. “I wonder where Gabby WEN-” Parker was grabbed by her arm and dragged into a room.

Parker held up their fist, when they put them down, “God, what do you guys want?” “Look, you gotta help us,” They looked up at Chuck Taylor, “We’re trying to kill Brandon.” “Excuse me, WHAT?”

Trent put his hands on their shoulders, “He’s been annoying us about a bit for weeks, so we’ve been planning to, y’know, take him out.” Parker sighed, “I don’t know, Orange what do you think?” They all looked towards Orange Cassidy who shrugged and gave them a lazy thumbs up. She looked back towards Chuck and Trent, “God, he’s persuasive.” She looked like she was weighing her options, before she blurted out, “Fine! But I swear to God,” They held up a finger to their faces, “If you even THINK about blaming all this on me, I will kill you guys next.” The pair just nodded their heads and looked towards the door.

Brandon walked in, looking peeved, “Do you guys have a bit?” Trent talked to Brandon while Chuck motioned Parker towards the bat in the corner. She picked it up, making that face you knew said, “Really bitch?” He made the motion of him just swinging the bat. Parker walked behind Brandon, Trent and Chuck made faces and mouthed at her to just do it.

The camera went black and the sound of the bat hitting a surface was heard.

The screen showed all them standing over the man, when they all started screaming, except Orange, who kept his cool. “What do we do what do we do?!?!” Parker yelled, freaking out. Trent looked around, “Uh, put him in the closet!”

Parker shook her head, “No, no being in the closet isn’t fun at all.” Everyone in the room, including the now dead Brandon put on a straight face and looked directly at the camera, “Get it?”

They all went back to their worried, chill and dead faces. Trent, Chuck and Parker all looked around the room when all their eyes fell on a suitcase. They all knew what they had to do, when the screen changed to a different place in a building, showing a different bit.

tImE sKiP

The same group of the Best Friends and Parker walked towards the EVPs office. “You tell them that you killed Brandon.” Chuck said, pointing at Parker. She looked at him, offended, “Listen here you Kentucky born idiot! It was YOUR idea!” “Okay but who hit him with the bat?” Trent added in. “Are you serious right now? I-” They all started arguing, so loud that Matt looked out the door, “Hey, can you guys keep it down?” Parker pushed the men back before pointing at them, “They killed him.”

“What the- killed who?” Trent stepped forward, “Oh please, Parker is the one who hit Brandon over the head. They’re the reason he’s dead.” Matt looked at them all confused, “Brandon is in here, he hit his head or something and we found him stuffed in a suitcase. Are you guys okay?” The three looked at each other before looking into the office, to see Brandon with ice on his head.

Parker shook her head, peeved looked on her face before walking away, “Man what the fu-”

This ain’t water

Private Party and Bri were walking backstage, laughing and joking around when they bumped into Nick Jackson. “Oh, Nick! This is our friend Bri.” Marq said in a happy tone. Bri held up her hand, “Hi, nice to meet you.” Nick looked awkward before shaking her hand. Isiah smacked his lips, “Man why you being rude? We’re just tryna introduce y’all.”

Nick put up his hand, “Look you seem nice and all, but I’m not interested.” “What are- why wouldn’t you hang with all this.” Marq said, motioning towards Brianna. “I don’t need to ‘hang’ with all that.” Isiah rolled his eyes and groaned, “Why you bein difficult?”

“I don’t need Bri. I’m fine.” Nick said, sounding annoyed. “Oh you don’t need Bri, that’s a funny joke. Come on.” “I already said no, I don’t need another girl in my life.” Marq laughed, “It’s not a big deal, just another friend you know?” “I’m not gonna say no again.”

Isiah laughed, “Yeah,” got close to the camera, “he actin like he don’t got other friends.” Bri laughed at Marq and Isiah overreacting when Nick was clearly getting angry, “You think I’m not being serious?” “Nah.” Bri said through her laughter.

“I’m DEADASS.” A loud noise played while the trio flew back, Isiah on the floor, Marq staying still and Bri trying to support herself on the wall.

Marq grabbed Brianna’s arm, “I guess people don’t like making friends nowadays.” They turned to walk away when they bumped into Matt Jackson, the trio shook their heads, scared of what's gonna happen next.

Their fears became a reality when Matt (does whatever he does ?????) and they all flew back again. Bri stomped her foot and turned away, “Man I can’t believe this!”

Join The Dark Order

The friends, talking about their day on BTE, sat at a table in catering, all with different expressions. “Gabby, I still don’t know how YOU ended up being Adam’s drinking buddy.” Bri questioned. Gabby shrugged, “Okay but at least Nick didn’t think that I was about to get set up with him.” The two went back and forth about it before they turned towards Parker, “What did you do today Parker?” Gab asked, curious why her friend was quiet for once.

Parker shuddered, “I don’t wanna talk about it.” “Why? Did-” The girl went silent when Alex Reynolds and John Silver approached, Kool-Aid and water in hand. “Ladies,” Alex motioned towards Bri and Gabby, “Non-Binary friend,” he motioned towards Parker, “how are you doing today?” Parker and Gabby rolled their eyes and sighed while Bri spoke up, “What do you guys want?”

John clapped his hands once, “Let’s get things straight, we want you three in the Dark Order.”

“No.” “Nope.” “Absolutely not.”

“Just hear us out, hear us out.” “We’re not joining a cult.” Gabby spoke up. She looked towards Bri, who looked tempted to do so. “Bri!” “What? I mean, it’s grape Kool-Aid, right?” Parker slapped their hand against their forehead, “Bri I swear to God if you drink that mess I’m gonna smack the hoe outta you.”

The three started arguing when Alex and John calmed them down. “Look all you have to do,” Alex said, pouring Kool-Aid in the three cups of water, “is drink the Kool-Aid.”

The three friends looked disgusted, “What. The Fuck. Is this?” Gabby said, grabbing the cup and looking into it. Bri shot a glare at the two, “Are you trying to poison us?”

“No! We got Griff Garrison to drink it.” John spoke, trying to get the point across. “Who the hell is Griff Garrison?!” Parker questioned, confused.

Gabby put her hand up to calm down Parker, “Okay okay listen, there ain’t no way we’re joining your stupid cult.” “Cause one, there ain’t no sugar.” Bri said, adding on. “Too much water.” Parker said, attitude in their voice. “And you didn’t even mix it up.” Gabby said, sounding disappointed.

“Wait wait wait!” John and Alex yelled as Parker and Gabby got up and walked away. Bri looked behind her and sighed, grabbing her Kool-Aid anyway and walking with her friends. “Damnit Bri!” Parker said offscreen, throwing the cup back at Alex.

John slapped his hands against the table, “Goddamnit!” “This is why Brodie always throws paper at you!” The men walked off, arguing.

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What Nick you’re not gonna sing it all with me this time?”

Gabby, Bri and Parker were hanging out in the hallway, laughing about their bits they filmed. It all stopped when Nick came up to them, congratulating them and telling them how great the bits turned out. He also told them that the people they had filmed with invited them out for drinks. They all agreed and got their stuff ready, waiting outside for the Uber the three of them ordered.

“Are you guys excited?” Parker asked, clearly nervous. Gabby nodded, shaking. “Oh you bet I’m excited.” Bri said, that certain tone in her voice. “Bri don’t scare Isiah and Marq off with your flirting.” Gabby said, a bit of a chuckle in her voice. “To be fair, Marq was flirting back earlier.”

Gabby and Parker started teasing Bri, who was already tired of it, when their Uber had pulled up, they pulled their masks over their face and climbed in the car, light conversation the whole way.

When everyone arrived they all broke off into groups, with the people they had filmed BTE with earlier today. “Let me get two Jack Daniels please.” Adam said, already a bit drunk from earlier. Gabby smiled at him, Adam with his hair pulled back and round glasses on was attractive to her. “So tell me about yourself, cowboy.” Gabby said, curious about his answer. “Have you not read my twitter bio? I’m an anxious millennial cowboy. That’s all anyone needs to know.” Adam said, swallowing down his drink faster than earlier.

“Anxious huh? I suffer from anxiety so I’m sure you have an understanding of it.” Gabby said, taking a sip of her drink, but not as big as Adam’s. The two started to talk about their anxiousness and anxiety, then speaking on their mental health issues. They were both drinking heavy and in about 40 minutes were drunk. They were like each other’s therapist in that moment.

That’s when out of nowhere Adam leaned in for a kiss. Gabby didn’t push away from it. Adam made his way to Gabby’s thighs, grabbing them then pulling her in closer. That’s when they both heard a voice, one that as soon as she heard it she knew who it was.

“Hey Gab-E, can I borrow a 20 so I don’t have to use my credit ca-.” Parker looked up from her phone and stopped when she saw the scene in front of her. “Oh my God Park-er what do you want?!” Parker stifled their laughter, “Well, I needed a 20, cause I didn’t want to use my credit card for a tip later, but it’s fine, I’ll uh, go to an ATM.” Gabby groaned and rolled her eyes dramatically, “Adam, this is my friend, Parker.” Adam just waved and Parker returned it, “I’ll uh, just go back to hanging out with Chuck and them.” “Yeah, you do that.” Gabby spat.

Parker turned and walked a few feet when she turned back around, “Oh, and make sure you use a condom.” “God Parker go!” Gabby yelled, and Parker walked away, laughing.

Gabby let out a sigh, “I can’t believe that bitch”. “It’s ok, now where were we again-” Adam said, licking his bottom lip, looking Gabby up and down. “I don’t know if I can continue after that, cowboy.” Gabby shook her head no, letting out a soft smile. “I love your smile, it’s cute.” Adam tilted her head up towards him, placing a soft kiss on her lips. “You know, I don’t know what it is Gabby, but something about you and me just click. And I know we’ve only known each other for less than a whole day but I really like you.” Adam looked down with a smile on his face, blushing at the fact that after one day he’d catch feeling.

“Me too Adam, fuck. It’s nice having someone that understands you and can drink with you. Plus you’re” she stopped herself in the middle of her words to let out a silent sigh. “You’re attractive, and nice, and I feel like this will be more than a one night thing”. Adam signaled his hands for Gabby to come closer, which she did. She sat on his lap, digging her face into his shoulder. “I’m gonna follow you on Instagram, you're more than Joey's friend now.” Adam whispered, hugging her tighter. Gabby laughed the comment off while still in Adam’s hold. She released her head from his shoulder, placing a kiss on his forehead.

“Well then cowboy, I’m already hooked to you so there’s no way out.” Gabby smiled. Adam smiled back at her, letting her go out of his hold.

Across the bar sat Parker and the Best Friends, laughing and acting stupid. “I’m serious! I didn’t actually expect you to retweet it James.” They were talking about one of Parker’s tweets, with them in Orange Cassidy cosplay and makeup. “We all thought it looked great, what do you mean?” Trent asked, genuinely curious. Parker took a swig of her drink before answering, it’s just, I try getting noticed by you guys a lot. I literally nicknamed myself ‘Chuck Taylor Thot’.”

Chuck, hearing that, spat out his drink with laughter, “What?!” She hid her face in her hands embarrassed, “It’s not funny.” “Sure, totally not, at all.” James said, stifling his laughter. “You guys wanna go play darts or something?” Trent asked. Parker shook their head, “You guys go ahead, I suck at that stuff.” James and Trent just shrugged and slid out the booth. Parker looked next to her, “You’re not going to play?” Chuck shook his head, “Last time I played darts with them I got one stuck in my foot.”

Parker laughed, imagining all them freaking out about it. “What’s so funny?” She put on a straight face, “Nothing, nothing.” He shrugged it off, “So I’m sure that you know a lot about me, so tell me about you.”

She rolled her eyes at that joke in the beginning before she thought for a second, “Well uh, I’m in my early twenties, I met Gabby and Bri a few years ago and uh, I don’t know what else is that important.” “That’s nice and all but I’ve been around you all day, c’mon, I know you aren’t lame.”

She sighed before really thinking what she could say about herself, “Umm, I’ve been a wrestling fan most of my life, I used to actually hate AEW, then it easily became one of the most important parts of my life and every time I see you wearing a Pacer’s shirt I freak out because you’re repping MY state.” Chuck looked towards Parker, “You’re from Indiana?” She nodded, “You were born in the wrong state.”

“No way, Kentucky for the win, plus Indiana Gentleman just sounds stupid.” “Kentucky Gentleman sounds like a douchebag.”

“Oh shut up!” The two just laughed. When they both stopped they just looked at each other, smiles on their faces. Out of nowhere he started looking closer at them. They started touching around their mouth, “What? Do I have something on my face?” He didn’t answer before he asked a question with an obvious answer, “You have freckles?”

Parker felt her face get hot when she just nodded, “Yeah, I realize they’re not as cute as other people’s but-” “I think they’re adorable.” Parker just sat there, mouth hanging open like an idiot. She shook her head when she realized she was just sitting there, “Um, uh...thank you.”

He just smiled before saying, “You’re really cool Parker. I think I might want to get to know you better.” She couldn’t even say anything and just sat there, smiling. He realized she was too awkward to say anything, so he just wrapped his arm around her shoulder, turning them towards Trent and James, arguing over who’s turn it was. She laid her head on his shoulder, watching the funny scene across from them.

A few tables over were Bri and Private Party, which despite all their energy, was pretty chill. “Okay Bri I see you with them nails.” Marq said, complimenting Bri’s nails which were blue and pink, just like Private Party’s merch. Bri smiled, modelling her hand. Isiah looked over towards the entrance when a girl walked in, he looked towards Bri and Marq, who were nodding for him to go. He jumped up out of the booth and over to the girl who walked in.

Bri and Marq turned towards each other, smiling. “I got a question.” Bri said, nervousness in her voice. He nodded his head, “Do you think I’m too, y’know, flirty?” Marq put his drink down and looked towards Brianna, like she just said something stupid. “Of course not, why you think I’ve been flirting back all day?” Bri smiled at his answer, when they started to move closer to each other, so close that their lips were almost touching, when Bri suddenly stopped and turned away, throwing up all over the floor.

“Oh shit!” Parker yelled, grabbing her jacket and sliding out the booth. She yelled for Gabby and motioned for her. They both ran towards Bri, Gabby grabbed Brianna’s purse and jacket while Parker kept her hair out her face. Parker turned towards Marq, “Sorry, this happens whenever we meet up.” Marq just nodded, “Alright, I’ll text you Bri, feel better.”

Parker turned towards Gabby, “Did you order the-” “It’ll be here in 2 minutes.” They walked towards the exit, they were halfway out the door when Chuck yelled, “Wait Parker I never I got your-” The door shut, “Number.”

Their ride was there quickly, and they climbed in the backseat, starting their ride to their hotel. “Bri I told you to stop drinking so much when you’re in a random place!” Gabby yelled. Bri just shrugged. Parker wanted to lecture Bri as well when she got a notification. The girls looked over at her, “Is it from Chuck?” Gabby asked.

“No...it’s from Nick. He wants us back next week.”

Come back for part 2! Coming out soon!

#Adam Page #Chuck Taylor #marq quen #adam page x ofc #chuck taylor x oc #marq quen x ofc #being the elite #AEW #aew fanfic #aew dynamite #aew fanfiction #nick jackson #matt jackson #brandon cutler #Kenny Omega #isiah kassidy #trent beretta #orange cassidy #the dark order

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seeds-and-sins · 4 years

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F**kin’ Diabolical (Chapter 4)

Master List

Pairing: Homelander / Original Female Character, Billy Butcher / Original Female Character

Rating: M (Strong language, sexual themes)

Decription: Carly Danvers is a reporter/radio show host/annoying little piece of- For reasons unknown to Vought, she decided to start a one man investigation on Vought’s operation. Her efforts had been quite successful so far, so much so that Stillwell would have done anything to see the young girl dead. Turns out Stillwell didn’t have to do anything at all, while one piece of evidence against Vought causes Danvers to fly too close to the sun. And Homelander flies after her.

Chapter Summary; Homelander didn’t realize that getting Carly to the Vought tower was only half the battle.

Her apartment complex was small, but in a cozy kind of way. She got lucky with the expanse of square footage the landlord had offered her, considering that she had seen other apartments and hers was the biggest in the building. At first, it was all concrete floors, scratchy wall paper, and a broken sliding glass door onto the balcony, but once she started making more money, renovations came into play. With Carly’s creative expertise, the place was a fun house in not time.

The floors now were sandalwood and the walls painted a darker beige, where the longest wall was left a solid white, covered in doodles and painted pictures that she had spent hours on. She opened up the room to expand the windows out, now they spanned around a corner of the living room. The living room opened up at the entrance, where an L-shaped sectional with brown leather graced her guests as they entered. Off to their left would be a wall with an entertainment center and a flat screen tv, to their right the crimson granite counter tops that stood with bar stools, on the other side a kitchen of that counter. Aside from the hallway that led to her room, her apartment was fairly open, lots of seating areas because she liked variety. There were bean bags and stools for her bar, which had an array of liquors that she had saved up over the years. Her kitchen was closed in by the counter, an island in the center, with a dual sided refrigerator that she also had worked her ass off to get.

It was fairly lit, but sometimes she liked to dim the lights and turn on a flashlight to read her books with, as she cuddled into a giant bean bag. In her bedroom was a king sized bed, with tons of pillows, that was her favorite part of the apartment. She often drew pictures and played on her guitar in there, that was her safe space, where no one could bother her.

Across from her lived a rough looking, older man by the name of Billy Butcher. He was rowdy, single, and he had the cutest dog she had ever seen. They didn't spend time together or anything, but they certainly talked more with each other than they did with the other residents. Down the hall was a fresh frat boy/jock, and across from him was a single mother and her two kids. Billy and Carly felt more alike, more drawn to each other, so whenever they just so happened to cross paths they would share a few words.

"Ey, I listened to your show today, definitely sticking one up to those cunts."

"Right?! They deserve it." They both shared laughs, cracked jokes, were extremely profane, and even a little too open with each other at times. Carly and Butch were similar in that they didn't have a sensor, so God forbid the two of them were ever together for a few minutes in passing. That poor mother had to shield her childrens’ ears in the elevator more than a few times.

"Can you bloody believe that they even stretch that far?"

"I don't even want to imagine that happening to anyone, not even me."

"Well, its a bloody process I am sure..." Naturally, as they crossed paths, the two of them spoke that night before she went to the lab. She was grabbing a few things, Allen and the Doctor waiting outside in the car. As she shut her door, jiggling the key with a twist, jacket slung over her shoulder, he was also exiting his apartment.

"Oh, well, what do you know? My favorite celebrity." He teased, she faced him with a grin and an eye roll.

"Oh look, my favorite asshat." She mocked in the worst cockney accent she could muster.

"You shut your pretty mouth there, those are fighting words." They started towards the elevator with laughter bubbling up from them, cheeks rosy, God it would be a sickening sight to anyone. The two of them were like peas in a pod, munchkins, cuddle buddies or some shit like that. "So, where are ya' off to tonight?" He pressed the button to the elevator for her.

"Some stupid shit with Vought, you know me."

"I like stupid shit. Does it have anything to do with your show this evening?" The doors slid open with a ding.

"Sure does, between you and me..." She came in closer to whisper into his ear, exhaling a giddy giggle behind a cupped hand. "I am breaking into a Vought Lab." He smirked, shaking his head, but never in disapproval as much as it was at the ridiculous stunts she'd pull. The door slid shut, the both of them now completely alone in an elevator. Nothing much different than the hundreds of times before.

"You think you'd have any time for drinks afterwards?" She blushed at the question, just drinks, right? No, she felt like the question was more than that and the way he awkwardly leaned on the elevator wall, said so much. As if he was nervous she would say no, or something worse.

"I'd love to, but I don't know when I will be back." He nodded his head, fiddling with his thumbs out in front of him. "But hey, how bout tomorrow for sure?" His face lit up with that shit-eating grin of his.

"Yeah, I'd like that." The elevator doors dinged open, but Billy didn't make a move when Carly stepped from the elevator. She faced him with her own grin and smiled, he waved at her. "You be careful there, sweetheart, some of us like seeing your ugly face every day." As the doors slowly began to close she stuck her middle finger up at him, and he stuck his tongue out. Children at best, that's always what it seemed like when they were together. When he was gone and they were apart, always after seeing each other, Carly felt empty almost, like she was missing out. She always shoved that away.

"Ms. Danvers! Are you going to answer me?!" An aggravated Madelyn shot out from across the desk, Carly blinked her eyes, coming to from her daze. She met Stillwell's steely gaze, Homelander pacing around the desk, eyes targeted on Carly in some threatening fashion.

"W-What-What did you ask again?" Madelyn groaned, straightening herself and plastering a fake smile onto her lips, she crossed her fingers over the desk.

"Did anybody else know you were going to the lab last night?" She stated more firmly, pronouncing each word with venomous emphasis, as if she was talking to a three year old child.

"No." Carly responded instantly, perhaps too soon, as Homelander's jaw tightened and his eyes narrowed. He was surprised. Carly had always been fairly good at lying to him, better than most, but she was in an emotional vulnerable state, not on her A game truly. Madelyn rolled her eyes and then sat back in her seat, arms crossed.

"You do know the position, you've put me in, right?" Carly sighed, shakily holding her hands on her lap, she gulped.

"Look, I just want to get back to normal."

"Back to normal?" Madelyn chuckled at the thought, she stood up and waltzed around the desk over to the window that spanned the wall of her office. Homelander stopped pacing at the other side of the room, still watching Carly like a hawk. "You are as powerful as Homelander now, Danvers, there is no normal for you ever again." She twisted in her seat to consider Madelyn with sorrow filled eyes, and Homelander couldn't hide his deep huff of amusement. Carly tried to hold back the tears threatening to spill, she had never felt so weak or insignificant in front of anybody before. Heck, she'd stand up to Homelander any day before this shit happened. Now she wanted to hide in a cave and wallow in her own self pity.

"Maybe there is a way, right? The doctor told me its genetic modification, all we have to do is convert my DNA back to what it was officially."

"But you would die." Homelander said with sardonic glimmer in his tone, he shuffled around the coffee table and plopped down onto the couch. His arm rose up, spanning the length of the back rest. He held his other gloved hand up, crushing his fist into a ball. "It blows my mind that you would want to be normal again, Carly. You have all the power in the world-"

"And I don't want it." She shot out, frustration taking residence over the desperation and she stood. She held her palms out and shook her head. "This isn't who I am. I am a simple girl, made of flesh and bone, nothing more." Homelander opened his mouth to reply, but Stillwell beat him to it.

"You are right, you are absolutely right. And I might just have some options for you, Danvers." Madelyn paraded back over to her desk, perhaps she was having more fun with this than she expected she would. When Homelander told her about Carly’s situation, Stillwell was pissed beyond explanation. Here she was wanting the girl dead, and now the only person that could truly make that decision themselves was Homelander. Madelyn knew Homelander wouldn’t kill Carly, at least not without riding this high first.

"I have two options for you..."

"I don't have time for games. This isn't a joke." Stillwell laughed, leaning onto her desk with one hand, the other propped on her hip.

"I'm not so excited about this either, but this might just be good for us."

"Whatever you have to say, it better not be what I think it is."

"It better be what I think." Homelander stood, soon coming to stand alongside Carly with that grin.

"Option one," She placed a hand on her chest, "My preference..." She added slyly, and then, "We pretend you died from the fire, get you a nice place in Alaska and you live the rest of your days in solitude." Stillwell patiently waited, as if there wasn't a second option, and if there was she definitely didn't want Carly to have the ability to choose.

"What's the second option?" Homelander's voice was all too solid, glaring at Stillwell, forcing her to procure that second option like her life depended on it. It probably did.

"Alright," Stillwell sighed, "We make you a hero. You denounce your previous claims against Vought and in return you live more famous than you've ever imagined." Since Carly woke up that morning, there was a stray thought that constantly teased to slip past her lips. The knowledge that she had against Vought, she could fight them, and now, more powerful than ever, she could fight them hard. Compound V was real, she was proof of that, all the heroes were. The compound injected into babies as if they were lab rats, the thought made her sick. She was reminded of why she was here, how she ended up in that lab. Now being offered a chance to be one of them, knowing all the cruel things they've done, if anything it made her heart race.

Homelander must have felt it too. The feeling made her want to do something but she didn't even know what. Impulses working through her mind, the need to just jump out that window, the realization that nothing can kill her now. Perhaps Homelander, but still. The options before her, and she had always been one to make an option three, to force it. Now there was no choice, one or the other, they say. Homelander’s hand landed on her shoulder and he laughed, harshly patting her on the back, a pat that would have anybody else coughing up their broken bones.

"She'll do it, option two. She'll be wonderful!"

"I would like her to say it." Stillwell didn't like the feeling of not having control. Although for so long Homelander had been loose, the reins were gone, this was still different. She hated knowing that Homelander wanted Carly around and that she couldn't do anything about it.

"Okay." Carly found herself choking out, despite her better judgment. She didn't know what logic came with the response, but she knew that it felt sound. Like something was in her path, something big, like it was worth it, like the universe was talking to her.

"Perfect." Homelander said with such joy in his voice, now both hands on her shoulders, massaging at her neck. She closed her eyes and allowed him to shake her forward and backward for a moment.

"I will work with my marketing team. Until then, Homelander can keep an eye on you." Stillwell hated that too, but the girl had zero to no control over her powers. Carly could destroy this whole building and without Homelander around, there would be no one to stop her.

"I've been waiting for this moment. So exciting..." Both women glared at each other, both for different reasons. "And I have already picked a name." Stillwell crossed her arms, cocking her head at Homelander, trying to hide the agitation surging through her. The level of absolute excitement he was feeling struck a nerve in Stillwell, the hero was crossing a big line.

"Oh, you have, have you?"

"Lady Liberty." He held his hands up like the name was gospel, like it was the most obvious name, the most fantastic name. Carly admitted to herself the fact that he even thought of a name was extremely unsettling, like this had been his plan all along. "Come on guys, get with the program." He waltzed over to the office door, now fixed after yesterday's door slamming incident. He waited, gesturing to Carly as he motioned out the door. "Let's go. Come on, the more we wait, the less time you have to learn those new powers of yours." Carly didn't think she'd ever beg in her life, but as she left Stillwell's office, that last glance to Stillwell was full of silent, raw begging. The last person she'd thought she'd ever beg for help, beg for a plan, beg for safety from him. But both of them knew, Homelander was not letting Carly go anytime soon. Carly made her choice, the moment she entered that lab.

#homelander x ofc #billy butcher x ofc #Billy Butcher #homelander #the boys #vought #the seven

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ddaengyoonmin · 5 years

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BTS Friends to lovers series - Jimin

Pairing: Next door neighbor!Jimin x Reader

Genre : Fluff, Smut

Warnings: Tiny bit of dom!Jimin, oral (female receiving) unprotected sex, spanking,

It wasn’t easy moving out on your own. Figuring out how to adjust to apartment life was rough. No one had really taught you how to live on your own, and as much as you hated to admit it you had been pretty spoiled your whole life. Your parents never had you do many chores and always cooked for you even throughout highschool and your first couple years of college. So here you were moved into your first place, and clueless, standing with all the ingredients to the cupcakes you were about to attempt to make already mixed together realizing you had no sugar.

You groaned and slapped your face in disappointment at yourself. Not wanting to waste the food you’d already mixed together you decided to be that cliche neighbor that goes around asking for a cup of sugar.

You laughed slightly at yourself for that, but figured that it couldn’t hurt. You decided to first ask your next door neighbor, you had never met him but the landlady had mentioned that he was a nice guy who had lived there a few years and that if you needed anything he’d be the one to go to. So it was a perfect moment to put that suggestion to the test.

You threw on a baggy gray sweater and leggings, since you had been just in your underwear the whole time (Your favorite part about living alone, getting to run around naked!)

With a silent ‘you can do this!’ to yourself you went out the front door of your apartment and turned to your left to the door just a few feet from your own.

You knocked three times, not wanting to go crazy with it, you figured three was a good number.

There was some rustling around and the door swung open and standing in front of you was a young man that actually seemed to be pretty close to your age. For some reason you had pictured someone much more older but that wasn’t the case. He was wearing a bright yellow shirt and black sweatpants, his hair was a soft pink, his bangs sweeping across his forehead.

He smiled widely at you and casually relaxed his shoulder against the door frame as he looked you over.

“22B?” he asked, and pointed to where your apartment was.

You nodded in return.

“What can I do for ya 22B?” he spoke in a breezy manner.

“Ah, yes.” you had almost forgotten why you even came over to his apartment for a moment “I know this sounds cliche but I was wondering if you had a cup of sugar I could borrow?”

He chuckled, his eyes crinkling in amusement at you, “Very cliche, but yes, come on in” he stepped back from the door and motioned for you to follow him.

His apartment was exactly the same layout as yours, but the way that he had decorated it made it look much more extravagant than your own.

A black leather couch and matching chair sat in his living room around an oval glass coffee table all facing a big flat screen TV. Black and white paintings and photographs all decorating the walls, matching the quite the sophisticated feel to it all. It made you wonder what he did for a living to be able to afford all of these things. You made a mental note not to invite him back to your apartment in fear of embarrassment.

“You have a really nice place” you muttered

“Ah Thank you” he said cheerfully. You followed him to the kitchen, he pulled out a full container of sugar and handed it to you. “You can just take it, I’m going to the store tomorrow anyways”

“Are you sure?” your eyes widened at his generosity.

“It's just sugar” he laughed

“Right” you laughed nervously “Well, thank you”

He walked you to the door and you gave him one more thank you with a smile.

“You know you gotta bring me over some of whatever you’re making now right?” he smirked.

“Do you like vanilla cupcakes?”

“What kind of frosting?” he raised his eyebrows.

You gasped “Oh my god, I dont have frosting” you shook your head, upset at your lack of preparedness for your late night baking decision.

21B Let out a loud laugh and rolled his eyes. “Okay, bring what you’ve started so far over to my place, And we’ll figure this out” the way he spoke was more of a command than a question, but you wouldn’t have said no anyways. You needed all the help you could get.

So you did just that, and the two of you chatted while making cupcakes in his kitchen. He showed you how to make your own frosting, which turned out to be so amazing that you let out an involuntary moan when you tried it. Causing him to tease you and joke with you about you having a food fetish. You learned that his name was Jimin, and he was a part time model who made pretty good money doing that. You could totally see it, he was the most gorgeous man you’d ever laid eyes on, handsome and beautiful all at the same time.

You now sat on his couch, stuffing your face with your fourth cupcake as he did the same.

“I’m so full” you sighed, relaxing back into the couch.

“Same” he held his stomach and turned onto his side.

“Let's do this again” you suggested excited that you had hopefully made a new friend.

“Ah too soon to talk about more sweets, you’re gonna make me sick” he chuckled

“No I mean just hanging out” you giggled.

He suddenly sat up straight and serious and brushed his hand through his hair, “I-I uh have a girlfriend just so you know y/n”

“Oh, I wasn’t meaning it like-” you started to backtrack, realizing that it might’ve sounded like you were asking him on a date.

You saw the corners of his mouth start to turn up and his eyes lit up with amusement,

“I was so kidding,” he laughed “But good to know,”

“You ass” you shook your head as he continued to be entertained by the nervousness he’d caused for you. “I really did just mean as friends though” you informed him.

He put his hands up signaling he was done teasing “I know,” he winked “sounds good y/n”

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For the next few months at least twice a week you’d be over at Jimin's apartment, cooking, watching TV, playing games. It was nice to have him so close and he seemed to almost always be available whenever you were bored.

You were over at his house this night to watch a new movie he rented that he had been wanting to watch and invited you to join him.

The two of you sat with popcorn in your laps enjoying the movie together. Currently a sex scene was happening, and part of you felt a bit awkward at being alone with Jimin watching this part of the movie, but Jimin didn’t seemed to be bothered by it.

“She’s so quiet, he must not being doing a great job” Jimin chuckled at the TV.

“Maybe that’s just how she is?” you suggested, you’d always been pretty quiet, and though Jimin was only your friend you felt slightly embaressed that he might think you were weird for being a quiet sex partner.

“Nah, no one is that quiet if they’re getting dicked good” he retorted.

“Maybe you've just only been with loud women”

“I’m sensing some slight hostility here” his eyes widened as he faked being afraid of you. He suddenly slid closer to you on the couch and leaned in close. “Are you usually quiet?” he raised his eyebrows.

“Ah” you punched him in the shoulder lightly and leaned away from his closeness. “So what if I am!”

“Y/n noo! You’ve never had a good fuck?” he dramatically held his heart and sighed.

You were getting slightly annoyed at his teasing you, but he seemed to find it funny.

“I’ve had good sex.” you grumbled quietly “Can we get back to the movie”

“You’ve never had good sex.” he shook his head.

“Ahh and how would you know that!” you spoke frustrated.

He moved even closer and leaned into you again. This time you didn’t move back, trying to show him that you weren’t putting up with his teasing, but instead his closeness made your heart skip a beat and you felt yourself growing slightly nervous at the way he was acting.

His voice dropped to a low and serious octave,

“If you’d had good sex, you’d have been screaming, I promise” he smirked than moved back to relaxing on the couch, and shrugged his shoulders “Its just facts y/n”

“Bet.” you teased, rolling your eyes.

“Bet?” his eyes widened in shock and his jaw dropped slightly, “You mean like…” he pointed to himself and then to you, raising his eyebrows up and down.

You suddenly realized what you’d just implied.

“I-I mean, I was kidding, thats-” you stopped yourself and shook your head. “We’re just friends Jimin”

“Ah but it doesn’t have to be as anything more than friends. We’d just be two friends settling a dispute, proving a point. We can even make it a real bet?” he suggested.

You were quiet for some time, focusing just on the movie and wondering if you could pretend that he hadn’t just said that. Your mind knew that it was a dumb idea, your heart knew you didn’t have feeling that way for Jimin. But your pussy seemed to be weak due to the fact it’d been so long since you’d had sex, and you found your mouth opening and “Sure” flew out before you could stop it.

“Yeah?” Jimin excitedly grinned “Okay, If I can make you be loud, let's say even scream...then I win and I can ask you to do any one for me. If you stay quiet the whole time, as you say is just how you are, then you win and you can ask anything of me?”

You sighed, still unsure whether you were making a bad decision but too far deep into the moment to go back on it now. “Sure” you repeated.

Jimin paused the movie quickly. “Starting now?” he asked

You nodded shyly, realizing this was really happening.

He let out a low growl and his face suddenly turned serious. “Get into my bedroom”

You were shocked by his sudden change in demeanor but you complied and walked slowly and nervously into his room with him right behind you.

You went to lay on the bed, starting to take your clothes off.

“Ah ah” he shook his head. “Don’t get undressed quite yet”

You cocked your head to the side in confusion. Jimin motioned for you to come over to where he stood. You walked nervously towards him. His face was so serious compared to the Jimin you were used to, and his eyes seemed to have darkened. He bit his lip and looked you up and down. Reaching one hand out and sliding it up under the T-shirt you were wearing, pressing a palm flat on your stomach. He let out a small moan.

“You have such soft skin” he muttered

“Thank you?” you giggled. Then decided if he could do it why not you.

You’d seen Jimin shirtless before, you knew that he was quite toned but you’d never really thought about touching him like this until now. Until here in his bedroom with his hands caressing your sides softly the way they were now.

You ran your fingers up and down his chest under his shirt.

He tilted his head back slightly and moaned breathily again.

His head then snapped down and he was suddenly pulling you fully against his body, pressing you to himself with one hand wrapped around your waist and the other now gripping your hair behind your head.

His pupils were blown out and full of want, he was biting his lip and then he shook his head slightly. “You really want this?” he whispered.

You slightly nodded your head as much as you could with the hand he had on your hair holding your head in place pretty well.

Jimin let out a low growl and instantly was pressing his lips into yours. His movements were hungry and desperate, you thought maybe he hadn’t been intimate with anyone for a long time the same as you.

He continued locking his lips with yours for some time, only stopping every so often to take a deep breath and look at the fucked out expression you now had on your face.

He started pushing against you, forcing you to take steps walking back towards the bed until you felt the back of your legs hit the mattress.

He pulled back from kissing you and quickly took his shirt off, putting a thumb to his lips as he looked you over, like he was deciding what to do next with you.

“Take your shirt off” he ordered sternly. You did as he said and grabbed the bottom hem of your t-shirt, pulling it over your head and tossing it aside.

Jimin was smiling and nodding with approval. “Wow. Yeah. Fuck.” he muttered.

He then wrapped his arms behind you, fiddling with the clasps of your bra then sliding it off and tossing it to the corner of the room.

“Damn” he hissed out, staring at your breasts with wide eyes. “Y/N I’m going to be honest with you. You have the ideal body type that I’m into. I’d always thought you might, but I couldn’t really tell with the baggy t-shirts you always wore, but. Wow” he continued his wide eyed stare as he brought his hands to cup each of your breasts.

He then pushed you back onto the bed, catching you by surprise, you let out a small yelp, eliciting a chuckle from him.

“Close your eyes” he whispered as he pulled you so your hips were right on the edge of the mattress. He started to unbutton your pants and slide them slowly down your legs, then moved back up for your panties and taking them off as well.

You heard him drop to his knees and then felt him put his hands on your knees, pulling them apart to give himself access to your dripping center. A finger slowly started to slide up your slit. You let out a small whimper and when he reached your clit he started to circle his finger around in a circle, causing you to buck your hips up slightly. Much to your pleasure his fingers followed your movements, never leaving your sensitive clit.

“I’m gonna make you scream my name” he growled, then suddenly had his head between your legs. His tongue took the place where his fingers were. Jimin was alternating between flicking quickly and pressing down firmly, his fingers moved to your hole, “So fucking wet for me” you felt him mutter into you as he pushed a finger in, curling it and moving it in and out at a slow speed. He then pushed in a second finger, and started to pump in and out quickly.

It was almost too much to handle, you’d never felt anything so heavenly. He really knew what he was doing and you didn’t want to admit it, but no one had ever made you feel this good. For the sake of the bet you were biting down hard on your lower lip, your eyes squeezed shut trying to stop yourself from making the exact noising that you thought would have been impossible. But now you were forcing yourself to be quiet instead.

“C’mon y/n” you felt Jimin smile against you “I can tell you’re holding it back. You don’t have to be ashamed to admit defeat this early”

You shook your head slightly, no, you wouldn’t give in. As good as it felt, your competitive nature had kicked in.

You could tell Jimin was doing everything in his playbook to make you feel good, to try and make you scream. It was almost unbearable holding it all in.

You felt your orgasm building quickly, your hips were bucking up into his mouth faster and more frantic.

“Fuck.” you whispered.

“Can’t hear you” Jimin teased “What was that?”

His fingers had found the perfect spot inside and he knew it, he continued moving that way and returned his tongue to your clit with slow but well placed licks, and that was it. You felt yourself coming undone under him. He held your hips down with his free hand and speed up his tongue as you felt the waves of your orgasm flow through your body like a warm light reaching every corner of you.

“Fuck Jimin!” you screamed out.

He instantly pulled his head back, keeping his fingers moving inside of you carrying you through until you were finished.

“That's what I thought” he chuckled, you opened your eyes and looked down at him, grinning at you and basking in his victory.

“Ah that was just one noise.” you shrugged.

“Oh? So I have to make you yell out my name some more huh?” he smirked.

He quickly stood up and dropped his pants and boxers to the floor. His cock wasn’t larger than average in length but in girth... well, you were glad that he had warmed you up with his fingers first.

Jimin excitedly jumped to where you were on the bed, hovering over top of you, and planted his soft lips on yours for a few moments before motioning you to move to a better spot on the bed.

“Turn onto your stomach” he ordered.

You started to get up on your hands and knees, facing your ass to him. You felt a sting on your backside, “down on your stomach” he growled and smacked your ass cheek again in the same spot.

You did what he said and you felt him positioning himself behind you as he squeezed your ass with both hands.

You spread your legs apart for him only slightly, giving him access to you.

The anticipation of having him inside of you was too much, and you found yourself excitedly whimpering out “Fuck me Jimin”

A loud moan fell from his lips at your begging “Yeah baby? You need my cock?”

He started to tease your entrance with his tip.

You nodded.

“Say it” he growled

“Jimin, I need your cock” you moaned

“Good Girl” he praised, and rewarded you with his hard length now pressing into you.

You let out a gasp at the fullness.

“Fuck you feel so good” he hissed out, then bit his lip as he started to move himself in and out of you.

You felt his hands gripping your ass so hard that you were sure it’d leave bruises, but you didn’t mind. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad to have a memory of this time with Jimin.

He started to speed up, rolling his hips back and forth in graceful but powerful motions into you.

Your hands gripped the sheets hard and you found yourself fighting back to urge to scream out in pleasure again.

“Fuck y/n. Just fucking let go. Forget the bet. Let me hear you” he groaned out loudly “I want to hear you”

At that you realized that the bet should be the last thing on your mind. This was the best sex you’d ever had and you’d be damned if you weren’t going to enjoy it to the fullest.

“Jimin!” you screamed out, finaly letting go “Fuck, please don’t stop”

You heard him growl and felt his fingers dig deeper into where they gripped your skin. “Damn, I love hearing you say my name like that. Do you know how many times I’ve fucking wanted to hear you scream out my name” he grunted out as he continued his thrusts.

“Jimin I’m gonna cum!” you yelled out loudly, not holding anything back.

“Yeah baby? Fuck. Cum on my cock y/n. I’m gonna cum with you, I’m so fucking close too” he hissed out breathily.

You felt yourself reach your second orgasm of the night, better than your first one, the warm waves more like lightning bolts of pleasure shooting through every part of your body. Your walls throbbing around him as you came.

Jimin’s thrusts became shaky and he stiffened for a moment, before pumping himself in and out of you faster than he had before. “Holy s-shit y/n, I’m cumming” he moaned out. From the corner of your eye you could see him tilting his head back, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he came. Kneading his fingers into your ass cheeks as he released inside of you.

“Damn” he chuckled, giving your ass one last playful smack before pulling out of you and rolling onto his back next to you on the bed.

You took in the beautiful sight of his post orgasm glow, his chest moving up and down as he breathed heavily, eyes closed with a grin on his face.

“So...you win” you giggled.

With his eyes still closed Jimin's smile grew wider “I win” he chuckled.

“So you get to ask me to do anything that you want.”

His eyes shot open and he had a playful look on his face “Ooh. I do, don't I.” he winked. “Hmm. How about you don’t let that be the last time you scream my name out that way, that's what I want” he smiled and closed his eyes again.

“Deal.” you grinned in return, cuddling into him and closing your eyes as an arm wrapped around you.

How could you have said no to that?

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msiopao · 4 years

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The One Where the Moon Became a Witness

pairing: sera x jeno

summary: in the middle of a blackout and dead phones, they danced to the music from her box in the dark with light from the moon streaming in through the window

for christmas, the members all respectively went to their homes with Renjun and Chenle going back to China and the rest to their families, but 2 remain. The parents of the two decided to take vacations without their children since they were told to warn their families that they might not make it back home for the holidays. But it was proven wrong as they were free and now, had no family to go to.

One was in a cruise while the other was in a vacation to make up for a previously cancelled anniversary trip.

Refusing the other members’ wish to stay with them, they slightly regretted the decision at the empty dorm and the silence that filled every crevice.

Sera sat on the couch with Haikyuu playing in the TV but she was barely paying attention, instead focusing on her phone with her fingers typing rapidly and her brows furrowed together. Her brothers were all in college and they too, were without their parents. At least, they had each other and met up in New York.

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elliot: why couldn’t you just have taken a plane here

mika: its only 15 hours

sera: ‘iTs oNLy 15 hOUrS’

sera: fool get off crack

elias: we dont want you here anyways 😤

sera: i will actually fite your face

atticus: its literally christmas eve

atticus: would it kill you to be nice for a few days

sera: hmm,,, suddenly mom appeared in the chat

mika: can you video later

mika: we usually celebrate the first few hours of christmas together

elliot: we wouldnt need to do that if finny was here

sera: lit rally just say you miss me

elliot: yall hear sum

elias: SLDKFJAELLIOT

sera: that unfair

sera: i dont have a twin to clown you with

elliot: god has his favorites and its obviously not you

mika: stop arguing

mika: its annoying having to swipe up when i just want to play my game

sera: jeez, mik, why you so pissy for

atticus: elias used up all the hot water

sera: imagine being pissy for taking a cold shower

sera: you shouldnt be unfamiliar with it since you used to take one every morning right, brother mikhail sir?

elias: KSDFJ;ASDKLGHKLDSFJIMSCREAMING

elliot: GET REKT HYUNG

mika: GOD SERAFINA SHUT UP

atticus: one christmas

atticus: one peaceful christmas was what i want

...

jeno noticed her soft smile and he approached her, holding 2 mugs full of hot chocolate and marshmallows topped with whipped cream. Exactly how she liked it. A giggle escaped from her and she turned to look at him as she felt the cushion beside her sink due to the weight placed on it. She smiled gratefully at him and moved to hold her cup so he could safely hold his.

“Do you miss them?” He asked, noticing the name of her oldest brother’s name pop up.

With a wistful look, she nodded and blew on the hot liquid. “Yeah. Even though I want to see them, we only have 3 days of break so its not worth flying back and forth.”

Jeno wrapped an arm around her shoulder, gently pulling her close. His eyes trained on the ball that flew around the court in the show and he felt her laugh when the orange-haired boy missed the ball.

“Ah, no!” She whined with a laugh at the face of the boy.

Continuing to watch the banter between 2 characters, they grew silent as they became focused and interested at the show and the speech that a character was giving. She soaked in every word since it reminded her and Dream but then it went blank.

Everything went dark and the soft glow from the street light came through the window beside the TV to give them a way to see things a little bit clearer. Jeno felt her tense form and with the help of the slight light, he gently pried the cup off of her hands and placed both of their mugs on the coffee table in front of the couch.

“Ah, we have a blackout,” Jeno said. Sera nodded and she moved to turn on the flashlight from her phone only for it to blink ‘1%’ in red.

Cursing at the worst timing, she turned it off and placed it to the side since it was no use anymore. “Jeno, can we use your phone?”

With a sheepish look, he sent her a lop-sided smile. “You see, I played my game too much and I just plugged it in earlier. It might not have a lot of charge in it. I can go get it?”

“Oh, it’s okay. We just need it to tell the boys we have a blackout and in case they need to get ahold of us,” she reasoned as he stood up to get it from his room and coming back with it on hand.

They sat in silence, even the sound of birds disappeared and was replaced with eerie quietness which was very unfamiliar to the dorm. This might be the first time the walls heard such silence after they moved in.

“The light is hurting my eyes,” Jeno mumbled before taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes.

“Do you want to go in my room? My string lights are battery operated so it’s not turned off. It’s very bright,” she suggested. He nodded and they padded over to her room at the end of the hall.

Jeno has been in her room millions of times so it wasn’t unfamiliar territory and he even noticed his hoodie hanging on her chair.

“There it is!” He pointed at the missing material he was just looking for a few days ago.

Sera smiled guiltily and placed her hands up. “Sorry,” she apologized.

“Nah, it’s okay. I just thought I lost it. You can keep it,” he reassured before jumping on her bed. “It’s so not fair you got a soft bed.”

She rolled her eyes before climbing on it beside him. “What are you talking about? Jaemin has the softest. This isn’t that comfortable.”

Jeno turned his head to look at her and his ears turned red as admired the way the bright lights against the wall illuminated her face and made her eyes brighter than they usually were. It almost made it look like she was glowing.

Sera noticed his stare and looked at him curiously. “Hm? Something on my face?”

He snapped out of it and his smile reached his eyes, turning it to crescents. “No. I just like the lights.”

For a 30 minutes, they just talked about absolute nonsense and old memories to past time since they couldn’t use his phone for entertainment. Then the string up lights flickered slightly that went unnoticed by the two.

“God, Chenle almost killed Renjun. Thank god you were able to hold him back,” Sera laughed at the memory.

Jeno shook his head with a smile when he remembered the unpleasant time that Renjun spilled a little bit of paint on his apple watch. “Honestly, he could’ve just gotten a new one. It didn’t help that you pointed it out in the first place.”

“Yah, if I didn’t, Jisung would’ve. There was a big blob of blue in the screen of his watch. Who wouldn’t notice that?” She defended and tightened her hold of his middle.

“Okay, okay,” he chuckled and was about to say something when for the second time that day, they were covered in darkness again.

“Really, God absolutely hates me right now,” she muttered harshly. “Chenle took all of that good luck with him. I told him to leave that jade bracelet here.”

Jeno knew about her slight fear of the dark because she slept with the lights on everyday and it’s been probably a while since she changed the batteries.

“You stay here while I go get some batteries and a flashli-”

“No, don’t leave me.” She stopped him from sitting up with a hand on his arm.

Jeno saw her slight wide eyes and nodded before laying back down. His brain racked up ways to comfort and keep her entertained but he came blank. Turning his head to the side, he looked around her room with blurry eyes and he found the small box that she had on top of her dresser.

“I have an idea,” he said. “But I need to get up, love. Will you let me go get it?”

She nodded and he smiled softly before standing up and crossing the room to grab the circular object. Sera sat up and saw the familiar outline of her great-grandmother’s music box that was given to her right before she died.

Jeno gently wound the box and opened the lid, hearing the soft melody of an unknown song and watching the dancing of the 2 figures. He placed it on her nightstand and he held his hand out to her.

“May I have this dance, m’lady?” He asked. Sera wasn’t able to answer properly since the moon hit behind him so perfectly that it looked like he was an angel and she still cannot believe someone as gorgeous and perfect like Jeno was her best friend.

“I-Um,, Yes.”

In their pajamas and socks, the two people danced slowly, moving side to side. Their eyes were closed as they slowly got lost into their own world. The soft music from the box filled the room and she could feel his heartbeat as her head rested on his chest and her arms were loosely around his neck. Jeno’s hold of her waist tightened when she moved closer to his warm form.

“Thanks, Jen.” Her gratitude made a smile appear in his face and he kissed the top of her head.

“I can feel your heartbeat,” she mumbled against the cloth.

“Hm? Can you really?” He asked, smile growing wide.

“Yea,” she answered. “Hey, Jen?”

“Hm?”

“I love your smile the most.”

The declaration took him aback. “W-Well, thanks?”

Sera smiled at his awkward stutter and continued on. “It reminds me of the moon. When you smile, it just lights up everything else. Like the moon in the sky. It gives purpose and comfort that there is light in the midst of darkness. And your eyes. They scrunch up like moon crescents. That’s my favorite hour of the moon.”

“I love your smile, too.” He giggled and there was something different in the atmosphere.

She opened her eyes and saw the digital clock flash a red ‘12:05′. “Look, it’s Christmas.”

Jeno moved his head and he swears he could see faint snowflakes. “Oh? It is.”

“I guess I got my wish then,” she hummed happily.

“What?”

“I wanted God to let me spend Christmas with someone I love,” she revealed and looked up to meet his eyes. “It wasn’t just a coincidence that you happened to have to stay here too.”

He brushed away strands of her hair that rested on her face before patting her hair. “Stuff happens for a reason.”

“When I came to Korea, you and Jaemin were the only ones I had. But now, I have 18 people with me. I’m very thankful for everything but I think meeting you is the one I’m most thankful for.”

The confession might’ve been spawned as she got more tired and sleepy but he thinks that she’s probably wanted to say that for a while.

“I’m here for you, Sera. I’ve been here from the start and I’ll be here till the end.” Jeno reassured and she hugged him tighter with a content sigh.

His promise is only heard by the 4 walls of her room and remembered by the two of them but it signifies a new beginning and the creation of a deeper bond and the only witness was the moon.

And it thought this was beautiful.

a/n: this was lowkey cute but it didnt turn out the way i wanted it to :(

#nct dream #nct #nct 22nd member #nct dream 8th member #nct au #nct dream imagines #nct dream imagine #nct dream scenarios #nct dream scenario #nct dream 8th member au #8th member of nct dream #nct 22nd member au #22nd member of nct #nct dream female member #nct female member #nct female addition #nct dream female addition

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the-busy-ghost · 4 years

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Forensic Incoherence - TSP Edition

Ok I snapped and thought I’d get it out of my system. Also because I’m petty and I let things annoy me more than they should. I’d like to say first and foremost that people can and should still enjoy ‘The Spanish Princess’ as a fun tv show if they like, I’m simply pointing out that when it comes to Scotland, it bears even less resemblance to actual history than usual.

Also it is by no means the worst representation of Scotland! Which is saying something because it is NOT good. It’s about par for the course I’d say, with regards to the way mediaeval and early modern Scotland are portrayed in the media. Outlaw King and Outlander rise slightly above the mark but only just- i.e. they’re somewhat good pieces of historical media that are still inaccurate but are recognisably Scotland (and have some nice panning shots and good soundtracks). The middle point is probably inaccurate MQOS movies because they’re the least painful kind of inaccuracy that’s still kind of bad (but even their soundtracks don’t save them- I’m sorry John Barry). I will not say what the absolute worst piece of media is, I believe I have yet to encounter it and for that I am grateful. TSP is somewhere between the worst and the middle. The point is, most historical media about sixteenth century Scotland generally sucks, and this tv series is about the usual kind of bad. So I wouldn’t be so irritated with the people who made it if it weren’t for one or two individuals’ saying things about how ‘it really happened’.

With that in mind this is a good teachable moment. Usually there’s little point to a detailed analysis of where inaccuracy occurs in a tv show or movie- let’s face it, if they weren’t all a bit inaccurate they probably wouldn’t work too well on screen. However in this case it is such a classic example of the usual, standard depiction of Scottish history that it provides a great resource for showing where these things go wrong (which is everywhere).

So I thought I’d strip back a reasonably mediocre, not too terrible, not overly interesting piece and ask what we have left of sixteenth century Scotland after we’re finished.

I should point out I did not watch the first series of this show, and am basing this solely on the representation of the actual country in the first episode of season 2.

(Hours of James IV, source- wikimedia commons)

Now I’ve talked about James IV’s children in the first of the three scenes involving Scotland already. The last scene doesn’t have much meat in it except that I can confirm Margaret Tudor did lose multiple children and it WAS sad. So that leaves us with the second scene- the so-called ‘council’.

We open on your Usual Nonsense. Lots of men, many wearing tartan, with two famous surnames thrown in there for fun, arguing because The Clans Are Fighting Again.

I don’t have room to go into a whole analysis of the clan system and why our 21st century concept of ‘Highland clanship’ is not really applicable to many of the families at the centre of sixteenth century politics. Safe to say it is especially not applicable to the Red or Angus line of the Douglases (because yeah there were multiple different branches of that famous family), and only applicable to some of the branches of the Stewart family (and there were dozens of them, spread all over the country and operating in very different cultural worlds).

If Scottish politics worked the way that these writers seem to think it does- i.e. you support everyone who shares your family name against all others- then one wonders why James IV hasn’t taken the side of the Stewarts, seeing as that was his surname. Surnames and blood feud were very important in Scotland, both to traditional “clans” and to other families to don’t fit that bill, but they’re not everything. T.C. Smout famously said that “Highland society was based on kinship modified by feudalism, Lowland society on feudalism tempered by kinship.” Not everyone would agree wholly with that statement, but it’s a good starting point for beginners. Nonetheless, at no point should that confirm anyone’s belief that Scottish politics consisted basically of a bunch of clans with their own unique tartans and modern kilts running around the hills killing each other.

It’s also quite funny since James IV’s reign was one of the most (comparatively) peaceful in Scottish history between the Wars of Independence and the Union of the Crowns. He also had very little trouble controlling most of his subjects when it really mattered.

But I digress. We have Clans TM. They are Arguing. There are Douglases. There are Stewarts. It’s about as complicated as an Old Firm game, but less intellectual. This is supposed to be a serious political council.

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Firstly, I can’t seem to find a good concise source, but based on a brief flip through the various charters, council decisions, accounts, and secondary sources on James IV’s reign I don’t think there were even any Douglases on the privy council in early 1511. Not that it’s a huge issue in itself- I don’t think that period dramas really put that much thought into representing the bewildering government reshuffles and that’s not really their main purpose anyway.

But what it leaves is this motley collection of characters, some of whom have historical figures’ names, and others who have vaguely plausible names that can’t be assigned to a specific person, and others who are unnamed set dressing but I get the feeling have probably been discreetly named something like Big Chief Hamish McTavish.

So among the few named characters you have George, Gavin, and “Angus” Douglas. These three are all presumably based on historical figures and it’s not too difficult to identify them, even if (like James IV’s children in another scene) they probably shouldn’t have been in the room.

“Angus” is presumably supposed to be Archibald Douglas, Margaret Tudor’s second husband, who became 6th Earl of Angus in 1513 (so two and a half years after this scene is set). “Angus Douglas” is not his name, in any way. It would be like me referring to Henry VIII as King England Tudor. Bit of a ridiculous mistake to make, if IMDB is not lying to me, since it implies that not only did the scriptwriters not even bother to use google, they didn’t even read the (somewhat inaccurate) novel that they based their show off.

Angus is not a common first name in the Douglas family during this period. In fact I don’t think I have ever heard of anyone called Angus Douglas from the sixteenth century or earlier. It was popular in some families from the west and the far north- mostly Gaelic-speaking families like the MacDonalds and the Mackays- but not really among the inhabitants of the Borders and Lowland east coast, which is where the Red Douglases held *most* (though not all) of their power. The earls of Angus took their title from a region in the east/north-east of the country, but they had a large power-base in the Borders and East Lothian too (not least the hulking red sandstone castle of Tantallon on the Berwickshire cliffs).

(The highlighted region is the modern version of Angus, between Dundee and Aberdeenshire. Nowadays, it has red-brown soil, old Pictish monuments, it grows wonderful raspberries and strawberries, and its main towns include Montrose, Arbroath (with its red sandstone abbey), Brechin, and Forfar. The urban and agricultural make-up would have been different in the sixteenth century though. The Borders meanwhile are pretty self-explanatory).

In 1511, Archibald’s grandfather, also Archibald, was still alive and held the title Earl of Angus. His eldest son George, Master of Angus (the younger Archibald’s father) was his heir apparent in 1511. Now the elderly 5th earl was still a wily character but he was old, and had also been held in custody on royal orders on the Isle of Bute until as recently as 1509, because the 5th earl and James IV had... well it was a complex relationship. We could perhaps assume that he was not able to travel easily- hence why his eldest son George, Master of Angus, seems to be the ‘George’ who is represented in that council scene. Somehow, I don’t see Archibald Junior being called his own grandfather’s title rather than his name when his father was in the room. George, Master of Angus, died at Flodden, which is why he did not succeed to his father’s earldom and the claim passed to his eldest son Archibald.

(There was another George Douglas worth mentioning, though he wouldn’t be in this scene- George Douglas of Pittendreich, Archibald’s younger- and, let’s be honest, smarter- brother. He was father to the Regent Morton).

The last is Gavin Douglas- probably the most interesting of the three to any literary scholars. He was the younger brother of the Master of Angus, and thus uncle to Archibald. He is one of the most important Scots poets- or makars- of James IV’s reign, and personally I would only place him beneath the great William Dunbar (the other big contenders, Henryson and Lindsay, respectively wrote most of their works before and after the adult reign of James IV). His works include the “Palice of Honour,” “King Hart”, and his greatest achievement the “Eneados”, completed c. 1513, which was the first full vernacular translation of the Roman poet Virgil’s Aeneid in either English or Scots. After Flodden, he became Bishop of Dunkeld, partly through Margaret Tudor’s influence, and didn’t find much time for writing any more poetry in the reign of James V, being consumed by political struggle. He died in exile in England in 1522.

Sixteenth century Scots had many complex and conflicting emotions and opinions, and one could severely hate and distrust England while remaining friends with certain Englishmen or respecting certain English customs. Nonetheless I find it a bit funny that Gavin Douglas is the one who is given the line ‘the English are the root of all our troubles’ since there was one thing that the English gave the world that no early sixteenth century Scots makar worth his salt could ever forget- and that was Geoffrey Chaucer (as well as his compatriots Lydgate and Gower). In his ‘Eneados’, Gavin Douglas himself described the great poet as “venerable Chaucer, principall poet but peir”. Which is not to say that such a character could not also have raged against the English on more than one occasion, this is merely to demonstrate that these three named men were rather more complex than the simplistic kilt-wearing, knife-wielding, drunk, Anglophobic, entirely uncultured stereotype we have on screen.

(And while I’m on the kilt and tartan thing- I literally JUST said that the Red Douglases were mostly centred on the Lowlands, and in particular the Borders. While it’s not impossible that they could have occasionally worn tartan, it’s not exactly everyday dress for them- unless you think it was also day dress for people in Carlisle as well. I notice Archibald Douglas himself isn’t really wearing any- perhaps this is to make him look more palatable. And don’t even get me started on the whole “the clans are fighting” thing).

(Look here’s a nice picture of Archibald Douglas, 6th Earl of Angus- admittedly when he was a bit older and had been in exile in England, but look! He’s dressed like other people in sixteenth century Europe! Nothing wrong with tartan but not your usual sixteenth century Borders earl gear.)

Funny thing is though, while the earls of Angus were undoubtedly important (and Gavin Douglas, being a university man, could act as an official), they’d lost their influence a bit by the end of the reign (again, the 5th Earl and James IV had a very layered relationship). Now, while lists of witnesses to charters do not necessarily reveal everything, if you were looking for powerful men who are likely to have been at the centre of government and on the king’s council in 1511 (and not just noblemen who were friends with the king but didn’t have government posts) I would look for some of the below first:

- Alexander Stewart, Archbishop of St Andrews and Chancellor of Scotland in 1511. He appears at the head of the witness list in almost every charter in the first half of 1511, and also signed off on the royal accounts. A young man, only about eighteen in 1511, who had studied under Patrick Paniter (see below), and then later had travelled on the continent and studies under humanists like Raphael Regius and Desiderius Erasmus. He was also James IV’s eldest son, though illegitimate- however although his promotion was undoubtedly nepotistic, there are signs that he would have made a pretty competent archbishop and he certainly actually did his job as chancellor. Although an archbishop (but never old enough to be fully consecrated or receive the revenues of his see), he followed his father to Flodden and died in battle. Erasmus famously eulogized him in his ‘Adages’, saying that:

“when a youth scarcely more than eighteen years old, his achievements in every department of learning were such as you would rightly admire in a grown man. Nor was it the case with him, as it is with so many others, that he had a natural gift for learning but was less disposed to good behaviour. He was shy by nature, but it was a shyness in which you could detect remarkable good sense.”

(A sketch from the Recueil d’Arras which is allegedly a copy of a painting of Alexander Stewart)

- William Elphinstone, Bishop of Aberdeen and Keeper of the Privy Seal in 1511. A man with many years of experience at the centre of government. After studying at Glasgow, Paris, and Orleans, he was made bishop of Ross and travelled to abroad on diplomatic missions. He had previously been High Chancellor of Scotland under James III, and even though he spent a small part of James IV’s early reign out in the cold he was soon brought back into the fold and played a leading role in government. Even though he was never chancellor again, he held the privy seal until the end of his career and often acted as de facto chancellor during the tenure of James IV’s younger brother the Duke of Ross (also an earlier Archbishop of St Andrews). William Elphinstone is also remembered for being a very active bishop in his diocese- he built a bridge over the River Dee, rebuilt part of the cathedral, and founded the University of Aberdeen, which received its papal bull in 1495. He organised the construction of King’s College, and the chapel built on his orders is still at the centre of the university’s campus today. He also sponsored the publication of the Aberdeen Breviary, on Scotland’s first printing press. He is supposed to have been against the invasion of England in 1513, but after the king’s death, Elphinstone was seen as the natural choice to succeed Alexander Stewart in the archdiocese of St Andrews, despite his age. He died in late 1514.

Andrew Stewart, Bishop of Caithness, Treasurer in 1511 takes third place on a lot of charters. Less can be said about him than the first two, though his rise at the centre of government really took off around 1509. He was Treasurer in 1511. It is not clear which branch of the Stewarts he hailed from, but it may have been the Stewarts of Lorne, which would have made him a distant cousin of the king and a slightly closer cousin of the king’s last known mistress, Agnes Stewart. Things are not made any simpler by the fact that, after his death, the next bishop of Caithness was ALSO called Andrew Stewart, and this one was an older half-brother of the Duke of Albany and a son of James IV’s uncle. The main takeaway- there are lots of Stewarts in Scotland, including the Royal Stewarts, and too many branches of the family for any simplistic tale of “clan” rivalry with the Red Douglases to be at all compelling or make sense. It is also worth noting that until 1469, Caithness would have been the most northerly diocese in the kingdom- whether Andrew spent more time there or at the centre of government is unclear.

(A rare contemporary painting of William Elphinstone, bishop of Aberdeen and Keeper of the Privy Seal)

Archibald Campbell, 2nd Earl of Argyll and Master of the Household in 1511- This post was less explicitly a ‘government’ post but the royal household still had an important political role. Even without this government post, though, the earl of Argyll was an important man. One of the two ‘new’ earldoms created in the reign of James II, the earls of Argyll were sometimes seen as royal ‘policemen’ in the West Highlands and islands. Their earldom was named after the large region on the west coast of the same name, cut up by sea-lochs and mountains. However they often had their own agenda and could exercise some independent policies in the Isles and northern Ireland. The earls of Argyll were usually the chiefs of Clan Campbell (look! An actual Highland clan for once!), including its many cadet branches. Clan Campbell has a very black reputation now (with some justification), though it is worth mentioning that in the sixteenth century they were also patrons of Gaelic culture and poetry, and frequently intermarried with the families they were meant to be ‘policing’. Notably, Archibald’s sister had been married to Angus Og (MacDonald), son (and supplanter) of the last “official” Lord of the Isles, but after Angus Og’s murder in the 1490s, the then earl of Argyll kept Angus’ son (his own grandson) Domnall in custody on behalf of the Crown- at least until he escaped and started causing all kinds of trouble in the early 1500s. Archibald Campbell, also called Gillespie, was the second earl of Argyll and rather less influential than his father had been, but he was still one of the most important laymen involved in government in the latter part of James IV’s reign. He died at Flodden in 1513.

Matthew Stewart, 2nd Earl of Lennox and Lord Darnley- Appears as a witness in many charters and is mentioned at council meetings on occasion. Yet another branch of the Stewart family- I must reiterate, a shared surname, though important, did not necessarily mean that everyone shared the same rivalries or stuck together through thick and thin. The Lennox is a region at the south-western edge of the Highlands, and north of the River Clyde- it is mostly centred around Loch Lomond. The Stewarts of Darnley had also had close links with France and in particular the Garde Écossaise for over a century. This earl of Lennox’s father led a short rebellion during the early years of James IV’s reign, but most of that was smoothed over in the end. In all honesty I don’t know that much about Matthew personally, except that he pops up a lot in government and court records (and there was also a very delicate case that came before the council in 1508 involving his daughter). I will need to look into him further. He died at Flodden- his son was the earl of Lennox who then died at Linlithgow Bridge in 1526, and his grandson married Margaret Douglas, daughter of the earl of Angus, and was the father of the infamous Lord Darnley who married Mary I.

Alexander Hume, 3rd Lord Hume and Great Chamberlain of Scotland in 1511. In the early sixteenth century, the Humes were borderers par excellence. Lord Hume was Warden of the East and Middle Marches, and had a great many kinsmen and friends (and a fair few enemies) throughout the borders counties. His great -grandfather and, especially, his father had also carved out a role for themselves at the centre of government. In the first couple of years of James IV’s reign, the Humes and even more so their neighbours the Hepburns (family of the earls of Bothwell) were practically running the show- this may have been one of the main causes of the earl of Lennox’s rebellion. In 1506 Alexander succeeded his father as 3rd Lord Hume and Great Chamberlain (less of an active administrative role by this point, but it still entitled the holder to access the centre of government and the royal household). He fought at Flodden but escaped- unfortunately for the Humes, rumours later circulated that they were partly responsible for the king’s death in the battle, and indeed James IV’s son the earl of Moray is supposed to have accused Hume of this in later years. Hume was one of the men who supported the appointment of the Duke of Albany as governor in 1515, after Margaret Tudor’s marriage to the Earl of Angus, but he very quickly grew dissatisfied with the duke, and by Christmas of the same year he had crossed the Border to join Margaret in Morpeth. After another few months of shenanigans in the Borders, Hume and his brother were captured by the Duke of Albany and executed in 1516- their heads were displayed above the Tolbooth in Edinburgh. This resulted in even more drama but I’m getting off topic and I think enough has been said on Lord Hume to give you an idea of his, um, colourful character. He is *supposed* to have had an affair with the second wife of the 5th Earl of Angus, Katherine Stirling, and was later the second husband of James IV’s last mistress Agnes Stewart, Countess of Bothwell.

(Restored windows in Stirling Castle Great Hall, the 20th century glass bearing the coats of arms of earls from the reign of James IV. The hall dates from around 1503 and was restored in the 1960s to look like it may have done in James IV’s time. It’s bright yellow and gorgeous and I’m furious it’s never used in anything).

Andrew Gray, Lord Gray and Justiciar in 1511- A lord of parliament like Hume, but with a less committed following, whose main interests lay in Angus (the region). Andrew Gray was one of the men who backed James IV in his rebellion against his father in 1488. Indeed, late sixteenth century legend has it that he was the one responsible for James III’s death- either arranging his murder in the mill at Bannockburn or carrying it out himself. However he acted as a loyal servant of the Crown until the end of his life, and as the justiciar he would have accompanied the king and other important nobles on justice ayres across the kingdom (and held some of his own). Traditionally, there had been two justiciars in Scotland- one for Scotia, north of the Forth, and one for south of the Forth (usually identified with Lothian- there was a third sometimes for Galloway as well). In the 1490s, Lord Drummond and the Earl of Huntly had also acted as justiciars at various points, but from around 1501 Lord Gray appears to have been the only justiciar. He died in early 1513.

Master Gavin Dunbar, Archdeacon of St Andrews and Clerk Register in 1511. Not to be confused with either of the poets Gavin Douglas or William Dunbar, nor with his nephew, Gavin Dunbar, Archbishop of Glasgow. This Gavin Dunbar was a graduate of the University of St Andrews and had travelled to France in at least one embassy in 1507. Technically, in 1511, Dunbar was clerk of the rolls, clerk register, and clerk of council- which is a lot of writing (if we assume he did it all himself, which I doubt). In 1518, Dunbar succeeded to William Elphinstone’s old diocese of Aberdeen and showed a decent amount of interest in the diocese. He undertook an extensive rebuilding programme at St Machar’s Cathedral and provided the nave with the wonderful heraldic ceiling that can still be seen today.

Master Patrick Paniter, Secretary to the King (among other things) in 1511. A very interesting individual. Paniter’s family were from the area around Montrose, in Angus, and he attended university at the College of Montaigu in Paris (as did many of his compatriots, including the contemporary theologian John Mair). He was clearly a bright spark since upon his return to Scotland he seems to have been appointed tutor to James IV’s young son Alexander and the two had a good relationship, with Paniter writing to the young archbishop as ‘half his soul’ and Alexander in turn keeping in touch with his ‘dear teacher’ while on the continent. By that time though, Patrick had moved onto bigger things, since the king appointed him royal secretary some time around 1505. Eventually Paniter became one of James IV’s most influential servants- in 1513, the English Ambassador Dr Nicholas West described the secretary as the man “which doothe all with his maister”. Of course Paniter enriched himself quite a bit too, becoming, among other things, archdeacon and chancellor of Dunkeld, deacon of Moray, rector of Tannadice, and Abbot of Cambuskenneth and, controversially, James IV also attempted to appoint him as preceptor of Torphicen. Paniter helped to direct the artillery at Flodden but unlike both his patron and former pupil, he survived the battle. He is also *reputed* to have been the father of David Paniter, bishop of Ross, by King James IV’s cousin Margaret Crichton.

The men whose careers I’ve outlined above all witnessed the majority of royal charters issued under the great seal in the first half of 1511 (by modern dating). A few others also appeared frequently- for example, Robert Colville of Ochiltree, John Hepburn the Prior of St Andrews, and George Crichton, Abbot of Holyrood. Obviously the make-up of the council changed frequently too. Equally though charters are not necessarily the only or best indication of who would have been part of the king’s ‘council’ and there are other officials and nobles whom we know were close to the king but rarely appear on these, either due to the date range or just their own status- Andrew Forman, bishop of Moray; the 1st earl of Bothwell (before his death); the 5th earl of Angus (in the 1490s anyway- I told you it was a complex relationship); John, Lord Drummond (especially in the 1490s), and others.

But why did I bother giving those long biographies? Well partly to demonstrate the complexity of individual stories in sixteenth century Scottish politics and that they did do important and interesting things. Also since several of these men held opposing political views and family interests, but were usually expected to cooperate at the centre of government, it underlines the point that sixteenth century Scottish politics was a bit more complex than ‘The Clans Are Fighting’. And also this is partly to show that we DO actually have this info at our disposal. Most tv shows and films just choose not to use it.

But the real reason for this long rant was mostly so I could ask, given the info I’ve provided above, WHO THE HELL IS THIS SUPPOSED TO BE:

It’s a bad picture, I know and again, nothing against the actor who seems to be having a lot of fun with the role. But other than James IV, Margaret, and the three Douglases (one of whom has the wrong name and they all have the wrong clothes and also none of them should have been there), this is the only named character in that scene. And I cannot for the life of me work out who he is supposed to be.

He’s given the name Alexander Stewart. As we have seen, there was certainly an Alexander Stewart on the king’s council in 1511- the king’s son who was born c. 1493 and was also Archbishop of St Andrews. Now this this man very much NOT younger than Margaret Tudor, and very unlike the boy Erasmus described, and even though that Alexander died fighting in battle I’m not sure he would have spent most of his days brandishing daggers and yelling abuse at the Douglases in council meetings. He is also probably not our man because as I discussed here, I think the archbishop’s supposed to be counted among James IV’s children in that other scene where this tv series wrongly implies that Margaret Tudor played nursemaid to all of James’ children (again, not one of those kids should have been in the room and it’s really weird that none of them seem to have aged even though two of them were probably older than Mary Tudor).

So who is he? There were definitely other Alexander Stewarts who were both associated with the royal household and who were kicking about sixteenth century Scotland more generally. One was in fact the half-brother of the Duke of Albany- but he really doesn’t seem to have played any role in government, and mostly he appears when his expenses were met by his cousin the king, presumably out of familial responsibility (see also the king’s other probable cousins Christopher, the Danish page, and Margaret Crichton). Another one was Alexander Stewart, Earl of Buchan, a more distant cousin of the king (he was the grandson of Joan Beaufort), but he was dead by 1511 and his son was called John- meanwhile his half-sister Agnes, the king’s mistress, was enjoying the profits of the earldom. In character he seems to come across more like an earlier earl of Buchan, that infamous Alexander Stewart who got the nickname ‘The Wolf of Badenoch’- but he died over a century before 1511. There are probably a couple of other Alexander Stewarts I’ve missed out- it’s a popular name- but none I can think of who would have had any sort of reason to be on the king’s council.

Also worth mentioning I’m not sure what he means when he accuses the Douglases of ransacking his family’s ‘Lowland lands’. That’s just so confusing I won’t even get into it.

ANYWAY there was a point to all this ranting. As I said above, people should absolutely enjoy this show if they want to. However, two things may be said- firstly that if a show is already fairly inaccurate about English history, I am always willing to bet that they have been 200% more inaccurate about Scotland- to the extent that it’s not even inaccuracy any more, it’s just a completely different world and story.

Secondly, when the producers or whoever (and no disrespect to them necessarily except when they say this) claim that they did their research and say stuff like "we are totally with her story, we're up in Scotland, we're sort of Spanish Princess meets Outlander" I would like to remind everyone that not only is this waaaay less accurate than even Outlander could manage:

- Probably none of the kids in the first scene should have been there

- Probably none of the men in the council scene should have been there (except James, obviously)

- The costumes are the same nonsense as usual.

- There were only five named historical figures and somehow they still managed to balls up one of the names (again, Angus Douglas??? How did they even manage to mess that one up??)

- The sixth named figure is a completely made up individual with a vaguely plausible name who appears to serve no other purpose than to get stabby and foul-mouthed and show that The Clans(TM), as they put it, Are Fighting Again.

- It’s heavily implied that absolutely nobody involved in the production has ever looked at a map of Scotland properly, or tried to work out where any of these guys come from. Which is amazing given it’s literally attached to the map of England. Essentially, the land and regions matter in Scottish history and it’s one of the biggest things that period dramas misunderstand or simplify.

- As usual the architecture is slightly off, though it could be worse. Despite the claim that ‘we’re up in Scotland’, suffers from the usual feeling that actually no camera crew made it any further north than Alnwick (though the CGI Warwick-Edinburgh thing kind of worked.).

- Everyone is a classic stereotype of the Barbarian Uncultured Scot and the only sop thrown is the bit with James and the teeth.

- The above thus implies that the creators have not considered that Scotland could ever have anything of any cultural value, such as a talented poet they are literally showing on screen or a bunch of bishops and other churchmen they aren’t. Which is just European Renaissance stuff, and not even getting into the highly impressive cultural world of Gaelic Scotland and Ireland.

- Everyone Is Sexist Except the English (for god’s sake, it’s the 16th century)

- Person wanders around yelling that they are the king/queen and expects this to work. No.

- Bruce and Wallace are (accurately) mentioned a lot but it’s probably more because that’s the only people the writers have heard of, rather than any nod to 16th century literary and historical tradition. No James Douglas or Thomas the Rhymer or St Margaret is expected to make an appearance.

- Incredibly evident that nobody has opened a book on the reign of James IV or even one of those dodgy biographies of Margaret Tudor. I’m not even entirely convinced that they read Gregory’s novel, which is supposed to be their source material.

So what do we actually have?

- James IV’s interest in medicine and alchemy and other proto-sciences is given a nod with the teeth thing

- We know there were black musicians at James IV’s court and that was shown.

- It is implied Margaret Tudor has lost babies. This is true. However there are still allegedly two alive so the maths doesn’t add up.

- Some modern Scottish accents, one done by a Northern Irishman.

- A handful of historical figures’ names scattered around willy-nilly (one of them incorrect).

The overall point is, once again, if you thought the inaccuracy about English history was bad, there isn’t even any inaccuracy in the Scottish stuff, because it’s not even sixteenth century Scotland any more. And that wouldn’t be an issue if the creators didn’t keep going on about how this is what really happened.

(King’s College, University of Aberdeen, with Bishop Elphinstone’s chapel to the right. On other sides of the chapel, the coats of arms displayed include those of James IV, Margaret Tudor, and Alexander Stewart, Archbishop of St Andrews- I think the Duke of Ross might be there too, can’t remember)

- Most of my sources for this included Norman McDougall’s biography of James IV, Macfarlane’s biography of Elphinstone, good general overviews, and a lot of primary sources- especially the register of the Great Seal. Also general knowledge about Scotland because, you know, I’m from there. HOWEVER if anyone wants a source for a specific detail I should be able to find that reasonably easily. Just let me know.

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