#HE'D BE LIKE NO I DON'T THINK SO COME ON MR COLLINS

[majorxmaggiexboy]

*accepts GoodJop as a ship* Goodsir/Jop/Collins:

[bethanydelleman]

I saw a post you reblogged at some point about Fanny being stuck in a time loop and it got me thinking: if the main men (both protagonists and antagonists) of the different Austen novels time travelled back to the day they first met their love interest/the start of the novel - whichever is latest so wentworth, knightley, and Edmund Bertram would travel to the day the main events of their novels start - who do you think would end up changing the least of the events and the most (intentionally or not)?

Because I feel like Knightley would change the least and Henry Tilney and the three S&S gents would come next. But like Wentworth would immediately throw the entire novel off track and like Darcy and Henry Crawford would come in close second trying to change their truly awful first impressions

(Also I just want to add that I really love your Austen takes and discussions 😊)

Thank you!

This is a fascinating idea. Here are my thoughts:

Wentworth just marches into Uppercross Cottage and proposes again. Doesn't even wait to be properly introduced to the family. He's getting Anne back NOW. (She says yes, of course)

I can imagine Darcy having a tiny little crisis as he decides if he really wants to be married to Elizabeth, maybe he could just not accompany Bingley to Netherfield and his life could go the way he planned... nah, he can't resist. Off to Netherfield he goes and he lets Bingley introduce him to Elizabeth at the assembly ball. Things progress unimpeded and by Christmas there is a double wedding and Wickham's character is known throughout Hertfordshire. He skips town and Lydia is packed off to Pemberley to benefit from some better society. (Side note: Mrs. Bennet would push Mr. Collins on Mary if she had any inclination that Darcy liked Elizabeth).

If Bingley knew everything, he'd never leave Jane. He'd return from London and marry her, no matter what Darcy or his sisters said. (I wrote that once actually)

Does Wickham count as a main? Because I don't want him having the ability to predict the future. Yikes on bikes!

Henry Crawford is very interesting, because does he actually understand where he went wrong? I'm not sure he does. Can he resist a flirtation with two very pretty sisters? That would be a fun fan fiction to write. Because if he went for Fanny right off the bat and she knew nothing else about him... he'd probably succeed with her, secret Edmund love or not. And she certainly wouldn't have a leg to stand on in refusing his proposal.

Does Edmund come back in the same timeline as Henry? That would be so agnsty! If not, he'd probably be doing whatever he could to keep Maria and Henry apart, but he's shockingly ineffective in canon, so would he even be able to change anything?

Henry Tilney would probably just try to prevent Catherine being sent home alone. He could easily come back early.

Mr. Knightley's best move would be to tell Robert Martin to propose in person. I doubt Harriet could have resisted. Then he could just sit back and watch everything else play out.

Honestly, I don't know if Frank Churchill would change a thing, other than making sure his final letter was posted to Jane. He enjoyed the subterfuge.

Poor Edward Ferrars has to travel back while engaged to Lucy? I feel like he wouldn't even want to relive the novel, there is nothing he can do anyway.

Colonel Brandon would probably change a lot. He could immediately save Eliza and challenge Willoughby. He might even spare Marianne from a lot of pain.

Reginald de Courcy (Lady Susan) would likely act as well and save Frederica earlier than in the novel.

[formosusiniquis]

A Steddie / Buckingham comedy of errors of sorts. It goes like this.

Robin thinks Chrissy Cunningham might be her non platonic soulmate. She's smart, a little goofy, observant, seems like a great listener, and after what the rumor mill is saying was a pretty intense summer has really come into her own. It's a shame she went straight from dating Jason to Eddie Munson.

"She said she's working on herself," Steve claims, more in tune with the gossip than she is, "pretty hypocritical of you to say guys and girls can't be friends."

Which is pretty hypocritical of him when she knows he only cares cause he's already planning his wedding to Chrissy's new boyfriend; he needs Eddie to be single otherwise he's pining away for his perfect co-babysitter for nothing.

But it doesn't matter if they are dating or if they aren't or if Chrissy Cunningham with her perfect strawberry blonde ponytail is her soulmate, because her parents keep trying to set her up with some friend of a friend. She needs to do something quick before disaster strikes.

Melissa and Richard Buckley still know how to tie one on, when the occasion strikes. They're parents now, they've settled down some. Given in to the picket fence life, keep their yard mowed so Gayle Collins down the way stops glaring. They haven't done anything really crazy since that weekend they left Robin with Minerva and went to see what that whole Woodstock thing was about. Now they mostly just stick to getting as high as they can and stargazing on the weekends that Robin is off with Steve, a sweet boy kind of a square but the brownie recipe he gave them makes the best edibles.

Melissa can tell her daughter is lonely, she notices a lot of things about Robin that she won't tell them. Richard has noticed that their dealer Eddie has started bringing a friend along with him. Eddie is a sweet boy too, raised well respects his elders something they care about now that they've become them, he is also obviously and fantastically gay. Like all the parents in Hawkins, Richard and Melissa have heard how Wayne Munson has taken in that Cunningham girl after she came back from her trip out of state. Melissa remembers being a vaguely out of control youth and knows that a trip out of state is code for one of two things, and Chrissy doesn't look like she's ever been pregnant. Chrissy seems like a girl who might like their daughter.

Steve would die before he denies Robin just about anything. She is the platonic love of his life, they nearly died together, they've come out together. He's pretty sure as long as he has Robin and his kids he'd be content for the rest of his life, romance be damned.

A sentiment Robin seems to agree with since she wants him to fake being her boyfriend. Obviously, he says yes. Steve is a good boyfriend, he's always been a good boyfriend. He's attentive, great with parents, knows when to keep the pda to a minimum but also knows when to put on a show. He used to be pretty sure that Mr. and Mrs. Buckley liked him. So he's not really sure why they pulled him aside before movie night.

"Your parents hate me."

"There isn't a parent in Hawkins who hates you."

"You mom just asked me if I didn't think it might be better if I found someone more suited to me."

"What does that even mean?"

"It's basically mom code for I think your the worst person my daughter could have brought home. If I had the choice I'd kill you so why don't you do us both a favor and fuck off."

"I don't think that's right."

"Rob, I love you but conversational nuance isn't exactly your thing."

Eddie likes his job. Sure it's technically not honest work, but who knows maybe down the line they'll legalize it. He's getting in on the ground floor, an entrepreneur. Hawkins is surprisingly pro-weed and Eddie is just fine sticking to that after this summer. His favorite customers are the old folks. Like Miss Brenda at the library or the Buckleys. He always brings Chrissy along when he goes out these days, she feels weird staying in the trailer by herself and he likes having her nearby. She puts people at ease.

Except the Buckleys, who seem strangely obsessed with her. They ask her pointed questions about Dorothy, and surely they mean an actual Dorothy, surely the nice middle aged couple aren't trying to figure out if Chrissy is queer. Sure he got some vibes off of Buckley the younger, but that was before she started dating the love of his life. Now he's starting to think his whole gaydar has gone to shit.

Chrissy, a baby gay who has just broken free of the nastiest case of comp het Eddie has ever seen, answer honestly. She doesn't know a Dorothy, is that one of Robin's band friends? How is Robin, she is so sweet. Chrissy just wishes she had more time in the day so they could see each other more. She's dating Steve right, they make just the cutest couple, don't they think?

Eddie can tell Melissa doesn't. A surprise when even Wayne likes Steve Harrington, thinks he's the bees knees. Loaned him a screwdriver or some shit when the guy was over fixing something at the Mayfield place. She smiles though and agrees that Steve is quite sweet, in a tone that Eddie is far more used to hearing used when people are talking about him than about Steve Harrington. He blinks and the next thing he knows Chrissy is agreeing for them both that dinner on Friday sounds lovely; she'll bring a dessert.

Like she's ever baked in her life.

Chrissy Cunningham has had a rough couple of months, but she's settled now. Sure, she had a breakdown so bad in Eddie's trailer that she ended up having to get professional help; but she got that help and a new support system for herself. Really, the only way life could be much better is if she were dating Robin Buckley.

Eddie likes to tease her, calls her a baby gay like she's a wobbly legged deer still figuring things out. She's had eyes on Robin since the fifth grade, when she got her hair cut short to her shoulders the first time and her teeth still had a gap before her braces went on. Steve is a great guy, she's seen him with the group of freshmen that follow him around like ducklings; she's also watching him now and he's spent most of dinner making moon eyes at Eddie instead of his girlfriend.

She doesn't understand how, Robin is a vision. Full of spit and vinegar, she is firecracker mad glaring at her parents across the table. "You really brought him here? I'm dating Steve, can you not accept that?"

A lot happens at once, Chrissy isn't entirely sure what is going on but it feels a lot like a pot boiling over, something left too long unattended.

"We aren't trying to set you up with our dealer," Mr. Buckley said. "You're not exactly his type."

"Chrissy is such a nice girl." Mrs. Buckley tries.

"You said you stopped that," Steve to Eddie, a lethal pout on his lips and downturned eyes.

"Well, I stopped with the kids," Eddie tries, "I gotta pay the bills somehow, sweetheart."

"Chrissy?" If Robin was a vision in her sharp eyed rage, she's radiant in her pink cheeked surprise.

Once the shock, surprise, and comedy wear off Chrissy thinks there will be tears. Robin's parents seem nice. They seem like the kind of parents you confide in and who hold you tight. She thinks about her mom doing something thoughtful, thinks of her quietly accepting who she is and who she loves; and when she can't do that she thinks of Wayne and Eddie and knows she'd cry once they were alone and the theater of it all was over. So she thinks she might need to make the most of her moment while it's there. "I don't want to be a homewrecker," she jokes, something she's picked up from Eddie, "but I think your boyfriend has his eyes other places."

"Boyfriend, what boyfriend?"

"They're showing Clue at The Hawk this weekend, if you want to go with me?"

Robin can't nod her head fast enough.

"Stevie, I noticed you find yourself newly single," Eddie says, sorrow so fake he should rethink his decision to go within 10 feet of the drama department. "If you could bear it, would you want to crash their date make it a double?"

Steve agrees so fast a bit of hair escapes his coif, it falls in a curl at his forehead.

Robin's parents both seem pleased, pleasant smiles that chrissy is becoming more accustomed to seeing on adults now that she resides in the Munson place. "They'll be smug about this forever," Robin confides. Her smile betrays her lack of real dismay.

Chrissy got her girl and her best friend got his boy, so she thinks it's all's well that ends well.

[amberjazmyn]

turn me on

𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮 - "i should walk in on you like this more often, it's a real turn-on!" 

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 - just a little bit sexy/smutty, swear word (?), yelling

𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 - you had just finished work, your boyfriend walked in on you naked and gets turned on but not before getting a bit embarrassed.

𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼 - i don't write a lot of sexy/smut because i personally don't think i'm good at it but, hopefully this will be okay.

masterlist

- - -

it was the middle of the day and you had just finished an exhausting day at work. you had just come out of having a quick rinse off from all the days work at your job. and you stepped out and wrapped yourself in a towel, walking the few steps out of the ensuite of the bathroom and into you and your boyfriend, alex's, shared bedroom of which the ensuite was adjacent to.

you had slipped the towel down your boy as everything was starting to dry and as you went to put on your bra and underwear, out of nowhere, the door creaks open. and you hear a shocked gasp and hear shuffling feet.

"...oh my gosh, luna, i...i am so sorry!" giggling at alex, he had just walked in on you completely naked, not even realising that you were getting dressed, let alone naked

in utter embarrassment, the poor guy covered his eyes immediately and walked out of the room which caused you to laugh again. his voice squeaky and full of embarrassment as he apologised.

"it's okay alex, it was my fault!" you giggled as you had placed your bra and underwear on as you chucked the towel to your bed, not really ashamed of alex seeing you naked

technically, alex walking in on you naked was your fault. you forgot to lock the door like you and alex promised to do so nothing awkward like this would happen. however, the second alex got himself composed, he decided that he'd just, waddle back into the room, sitting on the bed as he watched you get changed.  

and, for some reason, his sudden confidence shocked you. and you turned around, still, only in your bra and underwear.

"so, mr shy alex is gone?" he giggles at your question but just shrugs his shoulders

hmm, okay, is this where this is going? okay then mr kinky little shit, two can play at that game!

"oh...so, you like this do ya?" you wink at your boyfriend as he bites his lip, making you giggle

"a little bit..." he teases, trailing off as you roll your eyes at him after which you pull him in for a long, sensual kiss on the lips

then, he decides to let you get dressed in privacy, but not before being a cheeky little monkey.

"i should walk in on you like this more often, it's a real turn-on!" alex smirks as let's just say, that sentence bloody gave you a heart attack

who knew someone as shy as alex could actually be so confident and have such a kinky, sexy bedroom undressing kink?

you giggled to yourself as you finished getting dressed when you met with alex and his three cast members, jared padalecki, jensen ackles and misha collins back downstairs. for some reason, the moment you and alex made eye contact as you went to grab a glass of apple juice (and, yes, actual apple juice, not the moniker for alcohol), you two couldn't contain your laughter. which, as you'd imagine, caused a lot of confusion with the other three.

"gross, what did we miss this time?" jensen groans as he shakes his head with a side of sass as you giggle

"not a lot, just alex walking in on me getting dressed and getting all kinky over it. you know, the new normal i guess i'll call it!" you call out, alex goes shy again, his face going red whilst jared, jensen and misha's eyes all widen in shock at their normally shy and reserved costar

"say what the fuck now? and we missed it? damn, invite us next time, yeah luna?" misha calls out which makes you almost choke on your apple juice and alex choke on his own saliva

"yeah, what about us luna?" jared joins in as luna chuckles slightly, rolling her eyes at the idjits that she so deeply loved

laughter then erupts throughout the kitchen and living room from what jensen said as you facepalmed. he said something quite crude in regards to the joke that jared and misha made about letting them watch.

"...yeah, totally jensen, i'll let you guys all watch me get out of the shower, seeing me butt naked and then get changed..." you trailed off as for some weird reason, the group, including alex all looked excited

"...oh my gosh, what the fuck? i wasn't serious guys! jesus y'all need therapy and i'm being serious this time! where the fuck is the number of the therapist that singer gave me a month ago?" you spoke, your voice coming to a whisper at the end

as you literally went and looked around the kitchen for the number of the therapist that robert singer, director of supernatural, had given to the actors.

"oh, so wait, luna was joking?" misha speaks up as they then hear you screech from the tops of your lungs because you were seriously having trouble with finding the number of that goddamn therapist

"FUCK OFF MISHA! I WASN'T BEING SERIOUS, NO ONE WILL EVER BE SEEING ME NAKED EVER AGAIN! AND THAT INCLUDES YOU ALEX, I'M WATCHING YOU YOU KINKY LITTLE FUCKER!" you then screech out as everyone pouts in sadness before starting to laugh at how childish they were being

thankfully though, not long after that, the group of five were able to leave the house and get lunch together like a bunch of reasonable and civil adult humans that they claimed to be.

- - - 

i really hope luna found that number for the therapist, seems like they all really need it! 

ok ily bye xx

wc; idk maybe 1'000

[widowshill]

um ayeah so thinking about rv au.

at the start vic would protest fervently against his moving into a new room, at least until they finish the west wing, she's a big girl and she knows he's been married before. but i think it would end up bothering her a lot knowing that cass stayed there. ( not necessarily because they Did Anything; roger might actually confide in her, and only her, that there wasn't actually any of that ). just witch reasons. it gives her the heebie jeebies. but she's unlikely to complain, he'd have to figure it out, or, more likely, take a strong hint from carolyn that hey. possibly thinking about ur insane (2nd) wife in this bed is psyching vic out.

i've debated about this but i do think they would still hire mags as governess, even if it's only temporary, because liz is away (curse) and rog and vic are both abroad, and that leaves barn and julia in charge of children (bad!). but at the end of the day maggie does not want to be a collins employee, she does not want to live in that house, free her from that bullshit, let her have her restaurant. so when they come back vic for sure resumes her teaching, but maggie is fond of david and amy so they call her in when V needs a vacation. or honeymoon. ehe.

(catch mags also Bombastic Side Eyeing liz when she tells her vic went abroad with roger. Something Going On Here and there will be a debrief when miss w gets back.)

when the bad cursed shit is happening they go stay at the evans cottage for a sleepover instead of the old house. and this is simultaneously a good excuse for liz to give her some money for them staying there. and maybe she also quietly pays off the mortgage.

well, most of them stay there. roger is not invited because maggie and joe don't like him and who can blame them. he can stay with barnabas still and go like. yell at the ghosts or whatever. if vic sneaks off to go hang with him at the office / gets caught at the old house in a storm ... oh no ! dwbi mrs. st.

once they're married tho ... as much as she'd want to keep doing it I think she'd have a hard time justifying still teaching / governessing ( not least because roger expects more attention ) but also because. it'd be acting like an employee still. what makes the most sense to me is sending them to school – not boarding school! – and having V be the mom that checks their homework / helps them memorize for tests / bounces ideas with them for essays / etc. still involved with their education extensively, but not responsible for it. david needs to be socialized. please. and she keeps her husband on a leash at the parent teacher conferences.

david also definitely takes french while at school and vic studies with him so she can learn. josette helps them both except her french is like 2 centuries old. and roger knows a little to help them practice. david i think would knock it out of the park because he is simply. a genius. but vic is stubborn. and she'd be the better at grammar / writing, while david would become a good speaker pretty quickly.

defeating ghost possession –> trip to dlr for david to see some friendlier ghosts. defeating cult stuff –> big family vacay for the wdw opening with rog's friends in florida and their kids, with a big ol contemporary resort suite. josie would be so so tiny at this point but they have the most darling photos with her and the mick mouse. unlikely josie / new mom v could stay til close, unlikely rog would want to, so there's some tender balcony fireworks watching.

[dollsbite]

BATHROOM BREAK - simon kalivoda ˖ ࣪ ☆

pairing : simon kalivoda + gn! reader

contains : making out, heavy nsfw themes, simon being in the mood, gross school bathrooms, dry humping.

note : i love how most simon fics are set in a bathroom. also, this is my first time attempting to write something like this so i'm sorry if it isn't the best.

you hadn't expected to spend your only free period wrapped up in your notes. with your untouched lunch tray resting on the table beside you, you made deena read the questions on your hastily written flashcards. begrudgingly, she flipped through the numerous questions, quizzing you for your upcoming test; which was right after lunch, much to your dismay. it wasn't your strongest subject so you hoped this sudden study session would jog your memory.

pizza was on today's menu but it wasn't the savory kind they made by hand, oh no: it was the kind they'd reheat in the microwave. it normally wouldn't be a problem but this brand felt like you were bitting into a piece of cardboard with pasta sauce. oddly enough, it was your boyfriend's favorite.

"where the hell is simon?" deena's eyes drifted from the card she held, to the vacant seat next to you. simon always sat by your side like a clingy puppy and she figured he would've shown up a while ago.

"dunno. told me he needed to take care of something, he looked pretty freaked out," you shrugged, resting your palm against your cheek as you recalled your previous encounter with him. normally, he'd walk you to your next class during passing period but this time, he brushed past you. simon merely glanced at you, shakily explaining that he had something important to do.

"that's weird," kate commented as she took a bite of her salad, "think mr. collins gave him shit today?"

she was referring to the rocky situation between your boyfriend and his math teacher. simon wasn't exactly his most favored student, failing to complete his homework on time, and bombing most of his tests. it wasn't easy for the boy, not with the double shifts he had to work at the grocery store. the bills weren't going to pay themselves and he was the sole provider for his family.

you sighed, "i hope not; he has enough on his plate as it is."

with a good ten minutes to spare, you decided to pack up your work to find him. sliding your tray over to deena for her to hopefully eat your food, you waved goodbye to the pair. of course, kate had to remark on you going to 'kick mr. collins' ass'. you stifled a laugh at the mental image of giving him a horrendous wedgie.

the halls were slowly beginning to crowd as people piled in, possibly trying to get to class early. you hadn't expected to be flagged down by a disheveled-looking simon peaking out from the boy's bathroom. he glanced around before motioning you inside. with raised brows, you followed close behind.

"what happened? did collins give you detention again?" you clutched the straps of your bag, shifting your weight as you waited for his answer. the whole situation was odd and simon wasn't acting like himself.

"no, no, he didn't. i have a much bigger problem," simon shook his head, averting his eyes. he was playing with the hem of his zipped-up jacket, reaching a shaky hand down to pull it over his shorts.

"then what's the matter?" you stepped closer. "c'mon, simon, talk to me."

he took a step back, nearly quivering as you placed a hand on his shoulder.

he finally cracked, "i have a boner, okay?! you're just - you're just so hot and it's driving me crazy."

simon's cheeks were flushed, eyes widened in horror as he heard someone approaching the door. he rushed over, pulling the door handle back to prevent whoever it was from coming in, "you don't wanna come in, man. someone shit all over the walls! i, uh - think they got some on the ceiling, too."

you could hear a muffled 'ew' from behind the door before whoever it was stepped away. if not for the current situation, you'd be patting simon on the back for thinking of such a quick, disgusting solution.

"shit on the walls? is that the best you could come up with, kalivoda?" you teased, biting your lip as simon locked the front door.

simon groaned, whining as he fixed his pants, "like you could've come up with a better excuse."

"just shut up and kiss me," you scoffed, pulling him by his jacket. though slightly chapped, his warm lips had your mind-melting with how gentle his kisses were. sweet, innocent kisses soon grew heavier, your lips parting slightly for him to slip his tongue inside.

your fingers tugged firmly at his blonde curls, causing simon to moan softly into your mouth. your needy bodies brushed up against one another as your eyes rolled back in ecstasy; simon nipping your bottom lip. you pressed your knee between his legs, lightly grinding it against his bulge. the blonde's hips stuttered and he let out a strangled whine.

a shiver ran down your spine once you felt the heat of his throbbing cock rutting against you. oh fuck, that was hot. simon dropped a hand between your legs and slipped into your underwear, running his fingers over your wanting core. the cold metal of his rings against your hot skin had you seeing stars.

with your mind cloudy with lust, you managed to lightly brush his hand away. he sent you a questioning look but he seemed to understand why.

"i did something wrong, didn't i?" he sounded concerned, looking a bit like a kicked puppy.

"you were perfect," you assured, completely out of breath, "it's just - here," you gestured to his jacket.

his movements were awkward as he struggled to take it off, handing it to you hastily without asking another word. simon watched carefully as you laid the garnet across the dingy floor, kneeling on it.

your fingers made work to pull down his zipper, staring up at him with big eyes.

"god, i love bathroom breaks," simon whimpered as you pulled his pants down, the fabric pooling at his legs.

[helloalycia]

worth the wait [two] // daisy johnson

summary: same as the first chapter – it was too long to post in one so this is the remainder of it!

part one | part three | part four | part five | part six | masterlist | wattpad

"What do you think?"

I raised an eyebrow as I poked my head inside the van, glancing around at the cramped space that had stupidly been turned into a living space. There was also, weirdly enough, a computer in the corner which made absolutely no sense.

"I think I have no idea what I'm looking at," I admitted, before looking to an excited Skye beside me. "What is this?"

She bit her lip to contain her grin as she patted the van's door proudly. "This is my new rig."

I almost laughed. "You're kidding."

Her smile lessened. "I'm not."

Now I definitely laughed. "Skye, c'mon, be serious. Whose van is this?"

Her smile disappeared as she clenched her jaw with annoyance. "It's mine. Sorry it isn't fancy enough for you, your majesty."

When I realised she was serious, I lost my smile and looked between the van and her. "Skye, where the hell did you get a van? You can't even drive!"

Clearly holding in her anger, she began to push past me and slide the doors shut. "He said you wouldn't get it," she mumbled to herself, but I heard.

"He?" I questioned with raised eyebrows. "Who the hell is he?"

"Miles," she snapped, stopping moving and looking to me. "Miles is the one who got me the van. He said it was a bad idea to show you and clearly he was right, Y/N. You took one look at it and laughed. He was right."

I smiled tightly, trying not to get worked up at the mention of Skye's new friend. She'd befriended this 'Miles' guy within the past few months and wouldn't stop meeting with him and his friends. He was in the grade above us, but just like her, he'd skip class and do God knows what.

Ever since she'd been hanging around them, she'd been standoffish and distant. She wouldn't contact me as much when she ran away, and she'd been skipping school more often than usual. They were clearly a bad influence on her, but she reassured me she was in control of her own life and knew what she was doing. Being the idiot I am, I fell for her pretty smile and convincing eyes, but this was getting too far now.

"No offence, Skye, but I wouldn't start listening to a guy who can't even make it to class on time," I said to her with a hint of annoyance. "Why do you need a van anyway?"

"Why not?" she countered with her arms crossed. "I thought you'd be happy that I'm finally taking responsibility. Growing up."

My expression softened. "I've never once said that you had to do either of those things."

"You don't need to say it," she mumbled, looking down at her shoes with a frown. "I know you think it. Everyone does."

I stepped forward, resting a hand on her shoulder and finding her eyes with mine. "Where is this coming from? Skye, I have never thought that. All I've ever wanted for you is to be safe and happy. I'm just worried."

She shrugged me off. "Well, now you don't need to be. I've got this."

"You're seventeen, you should be in school studying, not staying in a van," I said tiredly. "You've been missing so much. How are you gonna graduate?"

She avoided my eyes. "That's another thing... I've been thinking and, well, I don't think I want that."

I widened my eyes with disbelief. "What?"

Still avoiding my eyes, she continued, "I don't think I want to graduate."

I was too surprised to find words so quickly. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"How can you not want to graduate?!" I asked suddenly, finding my words. "It's what you do! It's what we all do!"

She met my eyes with apologetic ones. "It's what you do, Y/N. I don't want to be at a place that makes me feel like shit. I can't keep pretending I fit in when I don't."

"This isn't you," I told her sternly. "We were supposed to graduate together. You're not stupid, Skye. I can help you study. You can't just give up."

"I'm not," she said with certainty. "I finally know what I'm doing. That's all."

I squeezed my fists together to contain my frustration. "And what's that?"

"The Rising Tide–"

"For fuck's sake!" I cut her off, before hitting the van door with frustration.

"Miles has taught me a lot!" she defended. "They do a lot of good, Y/N! I just want to be apart of something bigger. Something that can help me help others. And something that can help me find my family. My real family."

I clenched my jaw, knowing I was too late in convincing her otherwise. Whatever Miles and the others had told her about their stupid hacking group had worked – she was dropping out of high school and there was nothing I could do to stop her.

"You're gonna be going to university and we both know I can't afford it," she said gently. "We couldn't stay together forever, Y/N. And my foster family definitely don't care what happens to me. I don't fit in anywhere."

I looked to her with glassy eyes. "You fit in with me. You always have."

She pursed her lips as she stayed quiet.

"I'm sorry I didn't make that clear enough," I added bitterly.

"That's not it and you know it," she muttered, shaking her head. "I have to do this. I have to figure myself out. Alone."

I felt stupid for letting her do everything she did leading up to this point. If I had just tried a little harder, maybe things could have been different.

"You're not alone though, are you?" I asked rhetorically. "You've got your new pals at the Rising Tide. It's their damn fault you're doing all this."

"They're not as bad as you think!"

"You've changed because of them!" I argued back. "They created a barrier between you and I. It's because of them that you've... that you've..."

"What?" she snapped, glaring at me. "That I'm finally thinking for myself?!"

I swallowed the lump in my throat and straightened up. "Forget it, just– forget it. I've got a midterm to study for."

She snickered harshly. "Of course. Don't want me slowing you down."

I stayed quiet and turned around to leave. I couldn't see past my anger as I left her with her stupid van. 

Of course, the two of us had been friends for a lot longer than that silly argument, so I was quick to realise how much I actually cared about her and her life, and wanted to apologise for how harsh and unsupportive I sounded.

The next day after school, I decided to head over to her foster family's place to hopefully talk to her. I'd had enough time to think about it and knew I was a lot more levelheaded now that I'd had some space.

I knocked on the front door and waited before an older blonde woman answered. I recognised her as Skye's foster mum, Sally.

"Hi, Mrs Collins," I greeted with a smile. "I'm looking for–”

"Mary doesn't live here anymore," Sally cut me off instantly, surprising me.

I had almost forgotten that Skye's foster family knew her as the name she was given by her orphanage – Mary Sue Poots.

"She doesn't?" I asked with confusion. "But I thought–"

"Goodbye, Miss Y/L/N," Sally interrupted, before slamming the door in my face.

I blinked with confusion before turning around and walking down the steps. It had been a while since I last visited Skye at home. In fact, she made sure I never visited her at home. I guess now I knew why. But then where the hell was she living?

As I walked around the neighbourhood trying to think about where Skye could be, I saw a familiar van parked up on the side of the street and put the pieces together.

Guiltily, I approached the van and sucked up a deep breath before knocking on the side. It didn't take long for the door to slide open and reveal Skye herself.

"Hey," I said quietly, noticing her surprised expression. "Can we talk?"

She licked her lips nervously and nodded, before moving to the side to let me in. I climbed inside and watched as she shut the door before settling on the seat in front of me. I looked around and realised the little details I hadn't noticed yesterday. The little things that made this place Skye's and nobody else's.

"I'd offer you a drink, but I don't have any," she joked to lighten the mood, and I couldn't help but crack a small smile.

I breathed out before meeting her eyes. "Skye, I'm really sorry about yesterday. I shouldn't have reacted like that. If I had known that this was your home, I–"

"You didn't know," she said, shaking her head with embarrassment. "I didn't want you to know. It's my fault."

I pursed my lips, watching as she looked away with pink cheeks. It hurt me to know that she was embarrassed when I didn't care about any of this, I just cared about her.

"I want you to know that I respect your decision to join the Rising Tide," I said gently, making her look up. "If it's what you want, you should go for it."

"It is," she said with certainty.

I chewed on the inside of my mouth before asking, "Is there no way you can finish high school though? Graduate with me?"

She shook her head. "I don't want to, Y/N."

"But that's the bare minimum," I pleaded. "Hacking isn't a lifestyle. You need to work, too, and I can promise you that most places won't look to hire a high school dropout."

She leaned back in her seat and shrugged nervously. "Miles isn't graduating either. And he's got some friends who haven't graduated. They're all doing fine."

I looked down and pinched the bridge of my nose to contain my frustration. I promised myself I wouldn't argue with her, but the mention of her other friends was like a trigger.

"What now?" she asked with annoyance, realising I was annoyed. "You clearly have something to say about them."

"It doesn't matter," I said, biting my tongue.

"Sure it doesn't," she played along.

"It doesn't," I agreed.

"Yeah, and the Hulk isn't bright green," she said sarcastically.

I looked up and glared at her. She stared back challengingly, practically daring me to speak. So, I did.

"Your new hacker friends are the reason you're making these choices," I told her straight. "They're the reason you're making a huge mistake. The reason you're dropping out. And for what? So you can hack like them?"

She rolled her eyes. "I know you look down on us, but we're more than that."

"Skye, I don't give a shit about them!" I shouted without meaning to. "I only care about you!"

"Then stop talking crap about my friends!" she returned angrily.

"Why do you care about them so much?!"

"They gave me a place to stay when I had nowhere! They made me feel like I belonged!"

I frowned, anger replacing with hurt. "I always offered you a place to stay. I only ever wanted you to be safe. You never needed to be different with me. You belonged. Always."

She swallowed hard and looked away from me ashamedly. "Well it doesn't matter anymore. I'm leaving."

I breathed out deeply. "School? Our town? Leaving what?"

"All of it," she said quietly. "I don't expect you to understand."

I looked down to my fumbling hands, a tear slipping from my eye. I had never felt so angry at someone before in my life. She was treating me like I was a stranger, as if I wasn't somebody who knew her inside out. She was treating me like she treated everyone else except her new friends. And I couldn't deal with it anymore.

"Fine," I said, before moving to open the door. I jumped out her van and didn't spare her a glance as I said, "Have fun with the rest of your life. Sorry I didn't care enough."

She didn't say anything and I didn't expect her to. With a broken heart and headache, I left and didn't bother turning back.

—

"What do you mean she's run away?"

"I'm sorry, Y/N," Mr Lock said apologetically. "Her foster family got the note this morning. They're doing what they can to find her. She always turns up, you know that."

I knew her family didn't care if she was gone or not, so I knew Skye definitely wouldn't be found. Unlike usual, Skye hadn't contacted me before leaving, so something told me she wouldn't be turning up.

Our argument was over a week ago and I hadn't seen her since. It had been eating away at me the way we'd left things, but I couldn't find it in myself to face her. I had no idea what to say anyway. And I wasn't sure when she was planning on leaving, so I didn't think it was important right now. Clearly, I was wrong.

"I just thought you should know," Mr Lock said with a nod. "The police will come by soon to get a statement from you."

As usual. Except this time, I actually had no idea where she was.

I nodded, my mouth going dry. "Thank you... can I go now?"

He nodded hesitantly. "Of course."

I left his office and headed straight outside behind the bleachers where nobody could hear or see me. The first thing I did was try to ring Skye, but there was no answer and no way to leave a voicemail. I tried several times, hoping she'd pick up, but she didn't. And that's when I remembered the burner phone.

Immediately pulling it out, I turned it on and saw the message from her appear on my screen. I was quick to open it, my heart racing like it did every time she ran away. I knew she wasn't coming back this time though.

Hey, Y/N. I know you probably hate me, but I felt like I owed you this. I said I was leaving and I have. I can't tell you where. And I'm not good at goodbyes. I've had too many of them and I couldn't bring myself to say it to you. I'm sorry I pushed you away. I never wanted to, but I guess some things are inevitable, huh? I've managed to do it all my life, this isn't any different. I'm just sorry if I hurt you in the process. Anyway, this is pretty long and I don't even know if you read it, but yeah. I'm sorry. I wish things could have been different.

The text ended there and I found myself rereading it to myself over and over, her words imprinted in my mind. I knew we'd argued and exchanged hurtful words, but I never in a million years thought she'd leave without saying goodbye. I thought I meant more to her than this. But no. I was just another foster family she ran away from. And I wasn't so sure I'd see her again.

[crashdevlin]

Another Second Chance 18- Therapy

Another Second Chance Masterlist, Happily Ever Eventually Masterlist

Author’s Note: The final (hopefully) installment of the Happily Ever Eventually RPF series.

Summary: Y/n finds herself a new house and Misha is determined to make it a huge project.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word count: 2993

Story Warnings: past cheating, mentions of FFM threesome, not much in this one

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“It’s pretty, right?” I ask, looking around the open concept of the first floor of this $350,000 house.

“Kitchen’s kinda outdated,” Jensen says, pointing at the fridge. “I mean, that fridge has gotta be from when you were in high school.”

“I could buy new appliances, Jay. Get a natural gas stove set up. Install some cabinet pulls, because I’m not a really big fan of this whole lack of elements.” I gesture at the cabinets. “Probably stain it a little darker to go against the flooring. But it’s pretty, right?”

Jay smiles. “Yeah. It’s pretty...and it’s about twice as big as the one you’ve been living in. Which is what you need.”

“Yeah. Walk-in closet in the master, too. It’ll be a good place to put the security hub.”

“Or you could put the security hub in the closet in the den and put your clothes in the master closet,” Jay suggests, grumpy old man in his tone. "And if you're gonna update the kitchen, you gotta update the bathrooms. Get one of those-"

"I am not getting an automatic toilet!" I laugh. "No one needs that!"

"Of course no one needs it but it's freakin' awesome!"

"Okay, Dean," I tease.

"Dean would agree with me. Automatic toilet, with the bidet and the-"

"Dean Winchester would break an automatic toilet and then complain that it's a damn computer which means he can't fix it without help."

Jay laughs. "He'd still think it was cool."

"He'd be down for the heated seat. I will give you that much."

He smiles as he looks around. "So...are we looking at your new digs or what?"

I bite my bottom lip and run my hand over the granite countertop. “Shouldn’t I ask Nova's opinion? It's gonna be her home, too."

"She's a teenager. As long as she's got her own room, I'm sure she's gonna be fine." He sets his hands on my shoulders and smiles. "But you can show her pictures or bring her by before you sit down with the realtor."

I nod and smile. "It's in the right school district and a bigger room for her and for Mav and the bonus room can be an office. I really think it's the place."

"Then get it," he encourages. "Get it, Baby Girl. We can make it perfect. I'm no stranger to a little reno."

"Please," I start, laughing. "A contractor did the work on your old place. Shush."

He looks a little offended. "I helped. I painted. I installed the sink in the half bath off the kitchen."

"Fine. You can stain these cabinets for me." I wink and step away from him. I'm gonna get this house. "Come on." I walk to the foyer where the realtor is waiting and I smile at him. "Can I put in an offer now or should I wait a few hours?" He smiles brighter than the sun.

"You can make an offer anytime, Miss."

Miss. Still young enough to get 'miss'. "Good. Let's do this."

~~~~~~~~~

"Four bedroom, 2 and a half bath, 3200 square feet with an office next to the master bed. It needs some updating and work...had a contractor quote me $60,000 but that's not bad...covers new appliances, too."

"I could come down and help," Misha offers. "You know, a lot of that stuff you can DIY and I can help with most of it."

"You don't have to do that, Meesh."

"Why would I let you spend that much money on something I could help you with for a fraction of the cost?"

"Misha, you really don’t-"

"I'm not letting you tell me 'no' on this. We'll get together some manpower and get this done for you."

He's really not going to let me say 'no'. "Okay. Well, it's going to be several weeks before the paperwork is finished and all that. I'll let you know when it's mine."

"Good. I'll start looking at HGTV.com." Damn it, Misha. Don't be so extra. "And send me pictures and a floorplan so I know what I'm working with."

"Yeah, okay." Really no point in arguing. It's Misha. If I don't send him pics and a copy of the floorplan, he'll just find the house and get them himself off the internet. "I'll send it to you after my appointment tomorrow, okay?"

"Sounds good. Talk to you then."

"Bye, Meesh." I hang up and sigh. He's gonna make it this whole thing, isn't he?

His house in Washington did come out amazing, though, so he does have some skills that will help in this. Eh, why not? Why not get together with my best friend and make my new home my own?

"So, I get to see this house eventually, right?" Nova says, walking into the living room.

I smile. "Come see all these pretty pictures I took and we can speculate on what craziness Misha is gonna come up with." I pat the couch next to me and she comes over. "This is the view from the street." I start showing her the pictures and she claims a room before I've even finished the digital tour.

"Oh, and you're gonna paint the exterior, right? Like, it's pretty but it's yellow. You're gonna fix that, right?"

"Oh, I'm sure Misha isn't going to let me move into another drab house. You weren’t here the first time he showed up at this house but he had opinions about all of it. I didn't let him talk me into reno last time but this time...I don’t know...maybe this will be the forever home so…"

"It's gotta be custom!" Nova exclaims.

"Exactly."

"Can I paint my walls custom? Or get custom wallpaper done? I know that a lot of people don't like wallpaper but I've seen a few places that got it right and-"

"Yeah, baby, of course. We'll figure out something awesome for your walls." I kiss her forehead. We'll do whatever she wants for her room.

"Yay!"

I love when she's happy.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It's been a while since I've been in Dr. McCauliffe's office. Life has been in the way...and I guess I didn’t want her to judge me for my involvement with Jensen...which is ridiculous because she's my therapist. She's not going to judge me.

"So." She taps her pen against her clipboard. "What's new?"

"Well...I have been dating Jensen again. I know you saw that in the news."

"I saw it on Mr. Collins' Instagram, actually," she says with a smile.

"Right. The video. Forgot about it for a minute. Um, yeah, like I said in the video and Jensen said in his...spark's still there, we're giving it another chance."

"How's that feel?"

I bite my bottom lip. "Scary as Hell, honestly. I mean, but it's good. I've done pretty good with boundaries and moving slowly. You know, before...we jumped in head first and everything was this intense passion right out of the gate but this time…" I shrug. "I don't know. Maybe we've grown up, or grown old, but…"

"Have you slept with him?" she asks and it's because she knows that sex was a big issue when I was with him before. Sex was all we were supposed to be in the beginning and sex ruined us in the end. I know why she's asking but there's this...well, it's a bit intrusive, isn't it? It seems like she's judging me for being sexually active and I know that's not what it is but my whole spine goes tense when she asks.

"Yes. We dated for about a month before we started getting physical again."

“And how has that been? I don’t need details, of course, but...emotionally, how has it been to be intimate with Jensen again?”

How to answer that?

Really, how am I supposed to answer that? It’s the best sex I’ve ever had, emotionally fullfilling in a romance-novel sort of way. It’s perfect but it does have its scary moments. “Well, we’ve only actually...slept together a couple times this time. His libido is a lot less than it was. I mean, he didn’t have sex the entire time we were broken up, can you believe that?”

Dr. McCauliffe adjusts her glasses and shrugs a little. “I do not. Five years is a long time to go without sex...but you seem to believe it. That’s what matters.”

I never even questioned it. Should I have? No, because he’s been so honest about everything else. “I went years and years without sex after Nate. I believe Jensen did the same after me. He had a lot going on. He was in recovery for alcoholism. He had to be a good father and work on his career and-”

“You just got very defensive, very quickly. Why is that?”

Fuck, I don’t know. I run my hand over my mouth and shrug. “I don’t know,” I respond honestly.

“Analyze it, Y/n. Why would you get so defensive over my disbelief in what Jensen told you?”

“Because I didn’t question it,” I answer after a moment. “Because he told me that the last time he had sex, real full-penetrative sex, was the time that broke us and I didn’t really question it. I took it at face value because we’ve been doing very good about honesty with each other and what if that’s stupid? What if I’m stupid because maybe he’s lying about it and keeping stuff from me and-”

“You said he’s been very good about honesty so far, right?”

I nod. “Yeah. He’s...he admitted to stuff that I never thought he’d admit to and he apologized for stuff and he’s been open about what happened and why. He’s even been honest about little things that he would have lied about before...like I told him about Will and he Googled him. Used to be, he’d keep that kind of thing to himself, never tell me, but he admitted it without even prompting.” I chew on my bottom lip as she starts scribbling on her notes. “I believe him. It might be stupid but I believe him.”

She sets her clipboard in her lap and smiles at me. “It’s not stupid...and he’s likely changed enough that honesty is important to him. You’ve told me that his recovery has changed him. Jared’s told me the same. Now, it’s a bit hard for me to believe that he’s changed so much in the last five years that he would have abstained from sex since the last time he was with you, but...I don’t know the man, do I? You do. Jared does. If you believe him, then don’t let me change your mind.”

“I believe him. You didn’t see the way he looked at me the first time we...‘Reverent’ is the best word for it.”

“What do you think that means for you?”

I scoot back, leaning against the back of the couch. “I think he’s finally got Danneel out of his head.”

“Do you?” she asks and I hate when she asks things I don’t want to answer. “Danneel was a major roadblock in your relationship before, wasn’t she?”

“You know she was. I was so focused on giving Jensen what he wanted...Danneel...that I couldn’t see that I was what he was supposed to be wanting. I wanted to be like her, couldn’t appreciate myself. I know this stuff, Doctor.” I shift on the couch and sigh. “I don’t wanna be Danneel and I don’t want Jensen to be with her. I want Jensen to be with me...I want him to want to be with only me.” I shrug. “Seems like that’s where we are. He doesn’t even talk to her anymore. I talked to her the other day and she didn’t even know why he doesn’t talk to her anymore.”

“You talked to Danneel again?”

“Yeah. We ran into each other at a shop while I was getting Nova a new dress. It...didn’t go well. Nova was very combative with Danneel. I ended up having to...be very honest with my daughter. She knows about everything now...even the night with Danneel.”

“Oh? How’d that talk go?”

“It was...it was good to get it off my chest, actually. It was like the conversation where I told her about, about why her father and I got divorced. It’s like...It was a hard conversation but it was an important one. I don’t have to...hide things anymore and that’s a blessing. She understands why I make the decisions I make now...she understands...the betrayal was a lot deeper than she even knew. She understands that now and...maybe it’ll make us closer, but at least she knows the truth now.”

“And she’s living with you now, right?” I nod. “How did that happen? Nathan doesn’t seem the type to just allow her to do what she wants.”

I snort. “He’s definitely not, but...he fucked up with Jenny, blew up his marriage. I’m actually surprised it took her this long to realize that he was cheating on her, but whatever. Um...Nova didn’t want to be there for the destruction of his way of life and she asked if she could come to Texas. I convinced him to let her come because she didn’t need to see the parade of his affairs that Jenny would bring up. I then used those women to convince him not to fight me on custody when I refiled. It was…” I scratch at my cheek. “It was a low move, but it’s exactly the kind of move he pulled on me, convincing the judge that I was too unstable to care for her. I don’t feel bad about it, especially since she wants to be here.”

“That’s a big change...on top of other big changes.”

“Yep...and there’s more coming. Because I need more room since Nova is living with me, there will be a new home in my future."

"A new home? That's exciting."

"It is. And I am more excited about it than I am scared so that says something."

"I remember how anxious you were about your first house. I remember all the security options you went through."

"Well, security had to be heavy. I had to think about Tom and his crazy-ass fans and the crazier of Jensen’s fans and the paps. There was that one photographer in Vancouver that climbed the balcony outside the condo to get pics of me and Jay, remember?" I shiver at the memory of looking out the French doors to see a man with his camera, snapping away. So intrusive. "I'm gonna have to put up a privacy fence and a coded gate at the new place, too...and, of course, all the security cameras."

"Sounds like a big project."

"Yeah. Definitely. Not even half of it, though. Misha wants to DIY everything."

"Misha isn't your husband, Y/n," Dr. McCauliffe reminds me and I laugh.

"I think he forgets that sometimes. But there's not a lot of use in arguing with him. He's...well, he's right a lot. Like, most of the time, I mean. So, I always cave to him."

"Do you want to do a big DIY project at this new house?"

"Not at first, I didn't but...I dunno. Might be fun. I've never gotten to do that kind of project and knowing Misha, he's gonna make it fun even if it is hard work."

"Well, as long as you can maintain your work as well as this project. How is that coming along?"

"Really good, actually. We started shooting not too long ago...and I hadn't even considered that this project might be detrimental to Midsummer. I'll have to make sure that Misha knows that Midsummer comes first."

"Well, it seems like you've got things under control."

"Yeah? I was afraid you'd tell me I was...going too fast or…"

"Do you think that? You were telling me that you'd done well with boundaries and keeping things-"

"Well, I have! I mean, Jensen was talking about moving in together already and I shut that down and decided to get a bigger place...my own bigger place."

"Jensen wanted to move in with you?" She writes down something on her notes. "And you said 'no'?"

"I said 'no'," I confirm. "I was really proud of myself, Doc. Nova was proud of me, too, actually. Which was...it was interesting and new. I don’t know that she's ever been proud of me for anything and I know that it's supposed to be the other way, where I'm proud of her and I am, of course but Nova being proud of me setting these boundaries and sticking to them...it gives me hope that she'll be able to do the same in her own life, you know?"

"There's nothing wrong with feeling happy that you made your daughter proud and there's nothing wrong with hoping she's going to make different mistakes than you. She's going to do well in life if you keep making the best choices for the both of you." She sets her clipboard on her desk and smiles. "I'm proud of you, too, by the way. Six years ago, you would have jumped at living with Jensen."

"Six years ago, I did."

We finish out our session with a promise to not go so long without seeing her next time. "Mental health is about the maintenance," she reminds me as she opens her office door and walks me to the reception desk. I agree and set an appointment for six weeks out. I call Misha as I start my car, intending to tell him that Midsummer comes before the house project. I haven't even gotten a 'hello' out of my mouth when he speaks.

"I saw the pictures you sent. I have so many ideas!"

~~~

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[castielscarma]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27470068

Destiel adjacent crack-fic I wrote after 15x18.

Jordan watched the President of the United States, Donald J. Trump pace back and forth in the Oval office. “Any news, Jordan?”

 

Jordan exhaled but it was soft, he didn't want to alert Trump that he was over the moon excited. He'd just come back from his mandated sixty minutes break and as it was a Thursday, he had watched the latest episode of Supernatural. And oh, boy.

 

“They are still counting the votes in Nevada, Mr. President.”

 

“They should stop the counts! We already won. It's illegal to count the votes after election day.”

 

Jordan looked at Damien, Trump's Constitution aide. Not that the motherfucker was doing a good job of explaining the Constitution to Trump. Jordan adjusted his tie and took a step to the right. “You go and talk to him again, Damien or I swear. He fucking lost. Now go do your job.”

 

Jordan was grateful that he wasn't the Constitution aide. No, his job was simple. Quite by accident, he was spotted one day when he was mowing his backyard. A Secret Service guy had nabbed him and through a series of other, non-important events, Jordan Adrian had become Trump's People aide.

 

Jordan had been slightly confused since he didn't even belong to the Republican party but Trump's people had said that it was important that he wasn't. He needed to get to know the other side, the people. Jordan hadn't told them that he wasn't a Democrat either.

 

He was a fool to think that he could imbue Trump with some sense of decency and compassion. What could he achieve if seventy years of lived experience as a human couldn't? Well, he was gonna resign tomorrow but it was sweeter to do it today, after Trump's election loss.

 

Damien ambled over to Trump and Jordan could see how he narrowed his eyes and spaced out even trying to grasp what Damien was talking about.

 

He stared straight ahead. It was not like Trump asked about his opinion often, even if Jordan gave it anyway. Some of Trump's ideas for being likable gave him the chills. Jordan decided to think about the only good thing that had happened so far this day. It was hard because he wanted to sag down to the floor and cry with happiness.

 

“Jordan, come over here.” Trump was waving at him. Sure, you lumpy, walking Cheeto.

 

“Yes, Mr. President.”

 

Not his President. He saw that Trump was holding his phone in his hands. Probably writing nonsense on Twitter again. A small smile graces his lips. He almost asked Trump if all his posts still had warnings.

 

“These things trending, the Us-election – it's all about me, I won it fair and square, and Putin and ham. Why is the Us-election, Putin and ham trending.”

 

Jordan tries to keep a blank face. “Ham, Mr. President?”

 

Trump squints at his phone. “Yes, ham. Diestel.”

 

Jordan bites the inside of his cheek. Lord, Jensen, and the bluest blue of Misha Collin's eyes, someone help him. Was he really going to have to explain this to the President of the United States.

 

“I don't think it's Diestel, the uh... ham. It's more of a ship.”

 

Trump narrows his eyes in confusion. “Ship.”

 

Jordan keeps forgetting, it's Trump he's dealing with. “It's Destiel. From the show Supernatural.”

 

“Never heard of it.”

 

Of course, you haven't you giant sack of turd. “It's a good show.”

 

“So what is this Diesel thing? Why is that more important than me?”

 

Jordan looks at Trump's tie. It's red and too long. Off-kilter. Like the man himself. “Destiel. Uh, it about Dean Winchester and Castiel. It's the name of them as a romantic couple, Mr. President. It was just confirmed that it's official.”

 

On the inside, Jordan screams. It's canon, bitches. On the outside, he's cool as a cucumber.

 

“What about Putin?”

 

“He is not in the show Supernatural.” Trump glares at him. “Sir.”

 

Trump turns to another aide and starts talking. “Nevada is cheating. Those mail-in ballots are all frauds. We'll sue them. We'll sue everyone.”

 

Destiel is canon. And the President is an unhinged crazy potato. He is the People aide. He is the people. And the people have had enough. And Destiel is fucking canon.

 

“Trump!”

 

Trump turns, annoyance written on his face. He doesn't like that people keep forgetting he is the president. ”I yield my fucking time! You don't need a People's aide.” He rips off his security badge. “Destiel is canon, Diestel is ham and you're a turnip! The people have spoken. You're fired. And I'm out.” He tosses the badge on the floor and walks out and stares right at Mitch McConnell.

 

The aides are stunned. Jordan turns to look at all the aids and Trump. “You are all in this. My ship has sailed but your fucking ship will sink. You're all a disgrace. Bye bitches.”

He turns to McConnell. “You're a fucknut turkey-chin and you'll burn in hell.” Man, he's wanted to say that forever.

 

Jordan closes the doors with a loud bang and runs to his freedom.

 

Destiel is canon.

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Atonement

Characters: Dean Winchester x Chase Collins

Words: 1,903

Warnings: priest!kink, blasphemy, catholic, humiliation, degrading, punishment, bondage, male on male action, smut, straight up filth, beautiful unholy filth

A/N: Went and made myself a crack ship. Whoopsies.

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Chase Collins had found himself back in the headmaster's office once again. It seemed to be a habit for the young college kid to cause trouble and end up sitting in front of the big oak desk waiting for the headmaster to give him his reprimanding. What the headmaster couldn't figure out was why Chase was acting the way he was. 

Chase rapped his fingers against the chair he sat in as he waited for Father Dean to come into his office. When the door opened Chase's skin flushed and began riddled with goose flesh without even having seen his superior. 

"You can't seem to learn your lesson, can you Mr Collins?" Father Dean asked as he stood in front of Chase with his arms crossed over his chest

"It appears that way, Father." 

Chase couldn't hide his smirk as his eyes flickered up at the priest. 

"This college doesn't have a place for brats and troublemakers. I suggest you get your act together before you find yourself expelled." 

"Yes, Sir." Chase squirmed in his seat, his cock already pressing against his uniform slacks "I suppose I'll be punished now?"

"No."

"But...that's what you always do!" Chase's complaint had a twinge of a whine mixed into the surprised tone

"And it does no good, does it?" Father Dean gestured outward with his hand  "Just yesterday you were sitting in front of me, and here you are back again today. I think a different approach is needed."

"What kind of approach?"

"Confession."

Chase blinked, then swallowed, heat growing inside of him. 

"When was the last time you confessed, Chase?" 

"I...uh...it's been awhile, Father." 

"Then that's your problem.  Temptation and sin consumes those who don't seek forgiveness. Go on, let's hear it." 

Chase remained silent, chewing the inside of his bottom lip. Father Dean removed the rosary beads from around his neck and began to wind the beads around his fingers. Chase watched, incapable of thinking of anything other than the headmaster's fingers inside of him. He licked his lips and knelt to the ground  before the priest, looking up at him. 

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned." 

Father Dean reached out a hand and placed it against Chase's cheek, an innocent gesture but Chase had to bite back a moan. 

"Tell me my child, what are your transgressions"

My child.

Chase was about to explode. He had to think quick, and with the right head, but the only thing on his mind was the headmaster bending him over the desk and fucking him raw. 

"I've lusted, Father."

Father Dean hesitated. Chase was looking up at him with bright blue eyes. Eyes full of need and desperation. Desperate need for forgiveness? Father Dean wasn't sure.  

"I've lusted so hard, Sir, for someone I have no business having those thoughts about. The things I've thought are sinful, vile. I've touched myself to the thought of them. I can't stop."

"Oh...well" Father Dean swallowed, tilting his head as he looked down at the boy and tried to push the thoughts running through his own head aside "I..we all lust, my child, it's a part of our human nature. It's how we react to those thoughts that's the--oh God!"

Father Dean's speech was cut short. Chase had slightly turned his head to take the priest's thumb into his mouth and was gently sucking it while looking up at his superior. It was sensual, erotic, and the man couldn't deny the fact that his cock was growing inside his pants. 

"Chase...what are you...you...i..we shouldn't. We can't."

"Why not, Father?" Chase tilted his head and blinked innocently, sucking harder on the thumb "What's wrong? Afraid of a little temptation?" 

Chase smirked and reached up to cup the headmasters cock, massaging it through the black slacks. 

"You want it too, don't you?" 

"It's wrong."

"That's what makes it so much fun." 

The sound of a zipper sliding and then the feeling of air hitting his cock as Chase removed it from its covering made Father Dean groan. Chase's hand wrapped around it, stroking. 

"Mr Collins. This is inappropriate."

Chase leaned forward and swirled his tongue around the head, sucking it between his lips and the Father's hips jerked. Chase moaned as Father Dean's hand wrapped into his hair. 

"I...I should punish you for this."

"Oh God yes. Please punish me." Chase whined, taking a long lick down the underside "I'm such a bad boy."

"Over my desk."

Father Dean removed his suit coat, then his vest, leaving only the black dress shirt and white collar. He removed the belt from his pants and folded it over once, snapping the fine leather. The sound sent a chill down Chase's spine and he quickly removed his pants, slowly sliding them over his hips. Father Dean groaned at the sight, his eyes widening as he saw the lacey white boy short cut underwear Chase was wearing. The panties were snug between his cheeks, the round globes of flesh looking absolutely perfect. Father Dean could feel a damp spot form in his briefs and he let out a breath. 

"You are a dirty boy, aren't you?" 

"Very, Sir." Chase leaned over the desk, spreading his legs "You should hit me hard this time."

Father Dean moaned before taking his place behind Chase's laid out form and began to strike his bottom with the belt. Chase remained still but moaned with every strike. 

"Harder Father, make me repent." 

"Slut." Father Dean spat out, hitting Chase again square on one cheek "Harlot. You come to me on purpose just to have your ass beat."

More strikes, Chase's ass turning a bright red with welts. 

"Then you go home and jerk your cock to the thought of me punishing you. Is that it?"

"Y-yes, Father." 

Chase was in a state of euphoria. The sting of his ass, he words the priest said, the names. He was in Heaven. 

"Tell me what other things you've thought about, Whore. Repent all of your sins to me." 

Chase began to rattle off every lustful thought he had about the headmaster since the day he had met him, all while his ass continued to be beaten with the belt. He told the priest how he wanted him to gag him with his collar, tie him to the desk and take his cherry. How he wanted the priest to publicly whip and humiliate him in front of the entire school then be taken back to the office to be fucked. How he wanted to wear short skirts and knee high socks for the priest and be called a pretty girl just for the sake of being humiliated. 

By the time Chase was done confessing both he and Father Dean were exhausted and slick with sweat. Chase's ass was a fiery red and the slightest brush of air made is burn so sweetly. He'd have a difficult time sitting in class for a few days. Chase wiped the tears from his cheeks and sniffled, reaching back to rub his sore bottom. 

"Do you feel better, my child?" 

"Not quite, Sir." 

Chase let out a sudder, his body twitching. He sat up and turned around to show the print of his cock through the panties, hard and dripping. Father Dean groaned, his tongue jutting out to run along his bottom lip. 

"Up on the desk, Chase." 

Chase pushed himself up on the desk and spread his legs wide, his hands going to rub his lace covered cock as he watched the headmaster step toward him. 

"Give me your hands" 

Chase held his hands out and the Father made quick work of wrapping the belt around them, binding them tight. He then took Chase's arms and lifted them, bending at the elbow so they were behind his head. Chase's lips parted and he squirmed against the wood desk, the pain from his spanked ass causing him to drip more pre-cum. 

"You're a filthy, sinful little slut aren't you?" 

"Yes Father" 

Chase's words were cut short with a sharp gasp as the priest ripped the panties from his body, pulling until the material was free. They were soon forgotten about as the priest lifted Chase's legs and bent them so that his hoke was exposed. 

"Ever had anyone take you before?" 

"N-no Sir, I haven't. Just myself." 

"What do you do to yourself, slut?" 

"I.I used my fingers at first but it wasn't  enough so I bought a dildo. A big one."

Chase blushed furiously at the Father's smirk. His cock twitched upward, aching for any form of stimulation. 

"Please. I want you so bad, Father." Chase pleaded, near tears

"Open." 

Father Dean shoved two of his fingers to the back of Chase's throat causing him to gag and the tears spill over. 

"Suck" Father Dean commanded 

Chase sucked, moaning as he kept his eyes locked on the priest. After a few moments of finger sucking and intense eye fucking, Father Dean removed his fingers with a pop,  string of drool following with them and dripping down Chase's chin. The younger man gasped as he felt the Father's fingers press against his hole, slowly sliding in. It was tight fight, but the burn felt just as delicious as the wood against his ass. 

"Oh Father!" 

"That's it, take it. You're such a good little whore arent you? Already knuckle deep." Father Dean grunted as he began scissoring his fingers back and forth, stretching Chase's hole. He leaned over and bit the boys neck as he fingered him, sucking a very noticeable bruise into the skin. Chase cried out, jerking his hips against the desk and the fingers that brought him so much delicious pain. 

"FATHER!" 

The priest picked up the pace, fingering Chase faster. When Chase went to move his arms, obviously wanting to stroke his cock, Father Dean reached back and grabbed the strap of the belt, holding them taut behind his head. 

"No!" Father Dean growled in Chase's ear before biting another mark into his skin 

"F-father please. I can't, I'm gonna cum please I need you to fuck me." 

"You think I'm going to fuck a filthy slut like you? You've already booked your one way ticket to hell, boy, you're not dragging me down with you." Father Dean hissed in Chase's ear, his fingers rapidly massaging the swollen prostate "Think they let harlots into heaven? Fuck no. Pretty thing like you is going to be Satan's bitch for the rest of eternity." 

The priests words burned into Chase's core and he lost control. His cock jerked as spurts of hot cum sprayed out. His body shook and the muscles in his ass squeezed around the headmaster's fingers. He cried out, tears streaming down his face. He panted and looked up at Father Dean, his mouth hanging open and his body trembling from the intensity of the hands free orgasm. Father Dean smirked, his green eyes dark with his own lust. He brought his fingers up to Chase's lips and Chase opened his mouth ready to receive them, no matter how vile and dirty it was. 

"Mr Collins?" 

"Mr Collins!"

The rapping off a ruler against his desk jolted Chase from his daydream, a small string of drool dribbling from the corner of his mouth. He blushed as his classmates laughed at him and he looked up at Sister Margaret's unamused expression. 

"Huh?"

[bethanydelleman]

Of all the marriages that were "meant" to happen or seemed to be going that way in Jane Austen but didn't (eg Darcy and Caroline, Darcy and Anne de Bourgh, Elizabeth and Mr. Collins, Elizabeth and Wickham, Edward and Lucy Steele, Marianne and Willoughby, Emma and Frank Churchill etc) how do you see them working out? Could any of them be happy?

Mr. Darcy & Anne de Bourgh - I can never see this one happening, but my money is on Anne dying either in childbirth or because pregnancy overtaxes her already poor health.

Mr. Darcy & Caroline Bingley - wrote that. Caroline would be a perfectly acceptable mistress of Pemberley, but her propensity to mirror Darcy and express his own opinions would make him worse.

Elizabeth Bennet & Mr. Collins - a disaster: the elder Bennet's marriage but gender-reversed. Lady Catherine would also hate her and that would make Mr. Collins anxious.

Elizabeth Bennet & George Wickham - I don't see how exactly this would come about because Elizabeth has no fortune and Wickham needs a fortune, but it would also be a disaster because Elizabeth would realize who Wickham really was and she would be horrified. Without support, they would be broke.

Edward Ferrars & Lucy Steele - This would be such a mess, Lucy would be sucking up to Mrs. Ferrars for money and trying to push Edward into multiple livings and promotions, which he would hate. Lucy is so much like Edward's mother that he would just be dying inside 24/7. He's not a pushover, but it would be really exhausting for him to fight Lucy on everything and he's trapped in this marriage, so he'd probably give in eventually.

Edward Ferrars & The Honourable Miss Morton - Not enough info.

Marianne Dashwood & Willoughby - wrote that. I don't think there is any way it would end well. Marianne will quickly discover what Willoughby did to Eliza and that he is far in debt. She's not responsible enough to get him out of debt and her view of him would be shattered. It's a tragedy.

Emma Woodhouse & Frank Churchill - the logistics just don't make sense, since Emma cannot leave her father and Frank has Mrs. Churchill, but I guess they could wait for the old lady to kick it and Frank could live at Hartfield... though he's not good with Mr. Woodhouse but I think he could learn. I think this marriage would be fairly successful, but Frank brings out the worst in Emma and that wouldn't be great.

Isabella Thorpe & James Morland - I don't think Isabella would cheat, I see that opinion a lot, but I think Isabella is sensible enough not to try that within a marriage. You can't "trade up" anymore once you're married. However, it would be bad. Isabella would waste money and James wouldn't know what to do with her. They'd probably have like 6 kids though because she's hot.

Isabella Thorpe & Captain Frederick Tilney - this would piss off General Tilney so much that I almost want it to happen. Almost. But honestly, I don't think Frederick would treat her very well if he was forced in some manner to marry Isabella and I don't want her stuck in a cruel marriage.

Mary Crawford & Edmund Bertram - I've written this a few times, I've gone both ways. In one story Mary is cheating on Edmund and he remains oblivious, in my novel Unfairly Caught, they are happy and both of them compromise a bit. Jane Austen herself has an opinion:

Experience might have hoped more for any young people so circumstanced, and impartiality would not have denied to Miss Crawford’s nature that participation of the general nature of women which would lead her to adopt the opinions of the man she loved and respected as her own.

Henry Crawford & Fanny Price - I personally ship this, but of course Henry has to change and without Fanny's help for it to be viable. Again, Austen wrote about it's possibility, so I trust they could have been happy if he wasn't such an idiot.

Colonel Brandon & Eliza #1 - with Eliza's fortune they would have likely been able to live comfortably. I imagine they would have been happy together despite the family rift. If everything happens as before, they would eventually inherit the family estate and live happily ever after.

Anne Elliot & Charles Musgrove - I think this could have gone really well, and honestly if I was Anne I would have gone for it. Charles is kind and smart enough, he'd have been much happier if Anne was his wife. Also, best in-laws ever!

Captain Wentworth & Louisa Musgrove - Louisa would try to be a great wife, but I think Wentworth would be too focused on losing Anne to be a good husband. He'd probably be very affectionate when on leave because he felt bad and then go off to sea to wallow in tragedy. Fortunately, Louisa's family would support her when she was alone.

Anne Elliot & Captain Benwick - I ship it. Captian Benwick would be devoted and he's a reader like Anne. They would spend time reading poetry together.

Sir Walter & Mrs. Clay - lol, I almost wish this one had happened. It would have been fun. Elizabeth Elliot would HATE IT and would probably marry to get away. It'd be fine, Sir Walter would be nice because his choices must be correct and Mrs. Clay would keep smiling and flattering forever.

Mr. Elliot & Elizabeth Elliot - he hates her, so it wouldn't happen, but if it did, it would be bad.

Mr. Elliot & Anne Elliot - This one is tricky. I do agree with Mrs. Smith that Mr. Elliot would respect Anne more and therefore wouldn't be cruel as he was with his first wife, but he's not a good person. I have trouble seeing this one happening because Anne does not want to marry him, but I don't think it would be happy if it somehow did occur.

Mr. Elton & Harriet Smith - he is a petty jerk, it's not a good match because Harriet cannot hold her own against him and he wouldn't admire her like he does Augusta. Bad times for Harriet.

Emma Woodhouse & Mr. Elton - Emma would rather enter a convent.

Mr. Knightley & Jane Fairfax - I don't know how or why this would happen, but given her intelligence and his kindness, this marriage would be successful.

That's all I can think of!