#amy asked him when he'll go to sleep/where's his room

[ray-theoretical-trucker]

i get this interpretation but i always thought about it in another way

i elaborated in the tags about it but oh boi oh boi im now thinking about this again and i have been thinking about this, like, for a long time already

so, yeah, the console room is indeed doctor's room

but it's partly because he always have smth to do in there

i found myself thinking 'hey, we sometimes see the companion's room in the tardis, but we never see the doctor's, why is that?'

and then i realised

we see it all the time

because it's the console room

[spruzu]

THROWING SOME SONIC HEADCANONS ON U

Sonic

-He always has a bruise or scratch on him somewhere even if he hasnt fought eggman in a few days. there. is. always. one.

-He's also COVERED in scars. Theyre either covered up by his fur/quills or theyve faded over the years.

-When sonic showers he uses a bottle that can be used for shower gel, shampoo, conditioner, moisturiser, mascara, ketchup, pepsi and a microwave.

-Sonic only really likes physical touch like hugging when he's seriously injured or in pain (example A. sonic prime and frontiers). Also he doesnt mind it when he's doing it to someone else.

-Sonic paces when he's worried, thinking or waiting for something. (Shadow does this too just less)

-Sonic fidgets in his sleep a LOT. He'll falls asleep on his back and wake up with his legs half off the bed and the duvet on the floor.

-Sonic cant cook so he gets tails to make him dinner (he knows how to make chilli dogs tho dw)

-Sonic used to hum tails to sleep when there was a storm

-This ties in with the one before it. SONIC IS A FANTASTIC SINGER. This man is angelic. Also no one can tell me Rouge can't sing coz she defo can.

-Sonic has a draw of all the stuff from his past adventures (chips bracelet, this upgrades from sa2, etc.)

-He smells like man deodorant (Lynx)

Shadow

-He takes notes on how to be a ''real mobian'' since he was brought up on the ARK he doesnt really know how to fit in so he'll stalk sonic and take in how he acts.

-Shadow and Rouge have ''girl nights'' where they stay up, do face masks, eat pizza and watch movies. Just a sleepover pretty much. (Omega is sometimes involved to)

-Shadow sleeps like a vampire

-Shadow and sonic spar often (3-4 days a week)

-And if sonic doesnt show up to the sparing session he'll go find him and make sure he's ok that they are still sparing

-His bedroom is lit up by lamps, no big light at all just lamps and the window.

-He's INSANELY good at cooking and baking. Gordon ramsey ahh hedgehog

-Can speak every language fluetly, this includes few ones that are dead (this is smt gerald gave him when he was in the 'creation' sage oin the ARK)

-He smells fucking fantastic 24/7. Lavendar, rlly nice perfume (probably Rouge's), deodarant, anything! This man smells great.

Knuckles

-He has a really low spice tolerance, one SPECK of spice and this dude is like sonic in tmosth.

-He gets bothered by Rouge trying to steal the master emerald at least once a week.

-Works out everyday, maxes out the machines and just goes at it like it's at the lowest setting.

-Sometimes he'll ask if sonic wants to spar for the fun of it if he's not on Angel island.

-FEMINIST! (He loves women)

-Denise he loves rouge but will just get flustered if she makes on single flirtation towards him.

-Has tubs of frosting and a spoon at nearly all times (WHAT IF HE GETS HUNGRY ITS A GOOD SNACK)

Tails

-Tails puts on cooking videos for background noise when he making/designing a new invention.

-Tails info dumps about planes and nerdy stuff to sonic and sonic just pretend s like he knows what tails is going on about because he knows it makes tails happy.

-Tails uses his tails for pillows sometimes.

-Getes his little hair ruffled by everyone (mainly sonic)

-Likes making gifts for people as a way to say thank you

Amy

-Amy plays dress up with cream.

-Herself and her room smells like roses/flowers in general.

-Loves watching mean girls with rouge.

-Doesnt look it but is STRONNGGGG. Your telling me that she would swing a punch and wouldnt send someone FLYING?? SHE CARRIES THAT MASSIVE HAMMER FOR VRYING OUT LOUD!!!

-Crystals.

Rouge

-LOVES to gossip

-Ayesha Erotica listener

-Does shadows makeup sometimes (Omega watches)

-Has a perfume collection that she lets shadow use to

-Has the most BEAUTIFUL dresses in her wardrobe for different occasions

-Loves to wear rings

there u go, have fun with those.

[krafterwrites-alt]

Even more Silver being part of Team Dark HCs

Since Shadow and Rouge both have great personal hygiene routines, the first thing they did after bringing Silver into their home was thoroughly clean him up. He protested at first since he didn’t know them or what cleaning him up would entail, but he quickly began loving it after realizing how nice it is to have soft fur that isn’t covered in debris. Now he uses the same routine as them to keep himself nice and fluffy

A little combination of this AU with my hc that Silver is cold all the time from being acclimated to fire. When it becomes winter for the first time, Rouge cannot get Silver to leave the apartment, even though he does think that the snow outside looks really cool. He puts on a bunch of blankets and clings to Omega as a heat source, even having him run his flamethrowers occasionally until he almost starts a fire. After Silver befriends Blaze, he has her stay over at the apartment as often as possible so that she can keep him warm (through her fire, or just by giving him hugs), and gets sad whenever she has to leave

Since Silver is interested in the fashion of the past but has no sense of style, Rouge takes him out to get clothes as often as possible, and dresses him up in nice outfits. He always ends up loving them, and brags to Shadow that he’s missing out afterwards (Shadow refuses to let Rouge dress him up). Whenever the team is going somewhere where they’re likely to meet someone, Silver asks her to get him an outfit so he can look good and show off how fashionable his teammate is (and also so he can roast his rivals’ clothing)

After knowing Blaze for a while, Silver and the rest of Team Dark would get invited to hang out in the Sol Dimension at the palace. Everyone finds it spectacular and has a great time, but Rouge can’t control herself and tries to swipe a few things along the way (they would be super valuable since they’re from a royal family and another dimension), and gets kicked out. Shadow and Omega willingly leave afterwards, and Blaze tells Silver that he’s always welcome back, but to not bring Rouge with him

Silver is very physically weak at first due to his reliance on psychokinesis, and all the stuff in the apocalyptic future messing up his body while he was growing, so Shadow, Rouge, and Omega all come together to train him. It takes a little while, and it's not very fun for Silver, but it is a moderate success in the end. He's now strong enough to carry milk jugs and grocery bags without psychokinesis, and can run for a short time without collapsing

Silver would take longer to warm up to Amy, but she would eventually be able to form a connection with him, since she knows how sweet he is at his core. She would teach him some useful stuff, like how to cook basic stuff and some of her own baking recipes

Before the above mentioned friendship happens, Team Dark usually just eats junk food and delivery/takeout. Silver will eat almost anything, and has never experienced processed foods before, so the first couple of times he gets to eat fast food or sweets he gets too excited and accidentally makes himself sick. After that, Rouge and Shadow have to pay attention to how much he gets so this doesn't happen anymore

After Amy teaches him cooking and baking, Silver starts making some meals and treats for Team Dark, which they all enjoy. Rouge comments that its like they have a restaurant in their own home (Since before this the only time they had food of this quality was when they all went out to a nice restaurant), which he really appreciates. Silver likes his own cooking the most out of anyone, he thinks its amazing that he's able to make delicious food whenever he wants to. Rouge will rather frequently be up wandering the apartment and find Silver standing near the stove making a snack, and he'll give her a bit of it in exchange for her not saying anything about it

Before Silver has any furniture in his/Omega's room, he'd just sleep on the floor, which he actually didn't mind at all since the floor is carpet and very soft compared to the surfaces he had to sleep on before. However, when Rouge is out one day doing something, he'd go into her room out of curiosity and see her bed. Silver would climb in and instantly fall asleep, and would continue to sleep long after Rouge arrives and notices him there. She tries to wake up him up, but it doesn't work, so she eventually just drags him out of it. He'd land on the floor, still asleep, so Rouge would just sigh and go to bed after making a mental note to get him a bed as soon as he wakes up

Silver would occasionally use his psychokinesis to mess with his teammates, like stealing a piece of food off of a fork before it reaches their mouth. Shadow would get sick of this pretty fast, so he would start doing the same thing back with Chaos Control, and the two begin competing to see who can outdo the other until they both eventually get bored and decide to drop it

[darkjanet2]

Sonic Adventure 2: Sonadow

Chapter 27: Sonic meets Venusmon

That night at the hospital, Sonic was in the operating room with a gurney right beside him, while the surgeons were strapped to their separate beds. The machines surrounding them beeped and clicked all of the time and were hooked up to life support equipment attached to IVs and monitors. There was an oxygen mask over Sonic's face as well. The surgeons began to operate Sonic on his own body.

They began by slicing through Sonic's skin as gently and swiftly as possible. It didn't hurt much, but every time the scalpel went into him, a small piece of skin came off. Soon it was all gone and there was nothing left except a little bloody mess under the microscope. When they were done, they began to stitch up Sonic's wounds from where he had gotten injured. He still couldn't feel anything, so they just covered up most of the stitches and left some holes behind. When it was finished, one of the doctors wrapped him in gauze. They were ready to give him the injection. He would wake up and have a full recovery.

In the waiting room, Shadow, Amy, and Tails were sitting in the chairs except Knuckles was pacing back and forth. All four of them were trying not to think about what would happen next. Amy and Tails were sleeping soundly in their chairs while Knuckles paced back and forth. Shadow was sitting still in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest with his eyes closed. He got annoyed when Knuckles kept walking back and forth in front of him.

"Knux!" said Shadow irritably. "Would you stop pacing? I'm trying to sleep here."

"What? You can't sleep if you're worried! I don't know why you even care!" snapped Knuckles. "Why do you always have to be such a drama queen?" He turned around to go back to his seat when he noticed something out of place. Shadow had fallen asleep in the waiting room when Sonic was having surgery. He hoped his lover was okay. But he knew that his hopes were pointless. He should probably try to get some sleep himself. So, he sat down. Ten minutes later, the doctor came out of the operating room, Shadow and Knuckles looked at her to see what was happening. This doctor was a beautiful woman with brunette long hair that was tied up in a bun, and piercing green eyes with black rim eyeglasses. Her name was Dr. Linda Harrison.

"How is he, doctor?" Shadow asked her.

"He's fine. He's going to make a complete recovery after all this," she said. "Yet he's in a coma for several days. We'll keep monitoring him until we know that he's alright again. Until then we'll keep him sedated."

"Is he waking up soon?" asked Knuckles.

The doctor shook her head. "I'm afraid not. That's part of the problem now that he's asleep. But I'm sure he'll regain consciousness soon."

With that, Dr. Harrison went back inside Sonic's room, followed by a group of nurses who helped her prepare everything she needed to take care of the patient. Shadow turned his attention to Knuckles. "Well?" asked Shadow. "Did you manage to find a lead yet?" Knuckles nodded. Shadow sighed in relief.

Dr. Harrison came out of Sonic's room a few minutes later, carrying a clipboard. She took her glasses off, cleaned them on the end of her shirt, and put them back on. "You're all cleared to visit your friend now," she told them.

"Thank you," said Shadow. "Can we see him first?"

She nodded, "Of course, but try not to overwhelm him." Shadow thanked her again, then stood up. Before the others could get out of their chairs, Knuckles woke Amy and Tails up and told them to lead the way to Sonic's room. Once they entered the room, Sonic was sleeping in the hospital bed with a heartbeat monitor and an IV drip attached to his arm. There was an oxygen mask attached to Sonic's mask to help him breathe. He had white bandages on his right arm and his abdomen from surgery. He looked exhausted. He was asleep so deep that they could barely tell that he was awake or breathing.

"Wow...he looks awful," whispered Amy in shock.

Tails nodded, "Yeah..."

"I hope he recovers soon," said Knuckles.

Shadow sighed and walked up to the bed. He looked at his lover's face and saw that Sonic was still unconscious. Then, he sat down on the chair beside the bed and placed his hand on Sonic's forehead.

"Hey," he spoke softly. "I'm sorry about what happened to you. I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you." Shadow let his tears flow freely. He hadn't cried since they buried him. He had forgotten how painful it was to cry when someone died. He lost his friend Maria when she was shot, and now he couldn't lose another one. After all these years, he finally realized how true that saying really was that time heals all wounds. Even death couldn't kill Shadow's love for Sonic. Even though he was unconscious, Sonic could hear Shadow talking to him."It's okay," he whispered to himself. "You're okay. No one will ever hurt you like that again."

"Well, it's 2:17 AM. Let's go home and let him rest," said Tails.

"I agree," said Amy.

Amy and Tails walked out of Sonic's room while Knuckles looked at Shadow, still holding his hand on Sonic's forehead.

"Are you coming or what?" asked Knuckles impatiently.

"Yeah, I'm coming," Shadow was to leave and looked at Sonic once more before leaving. He smiled sadly to himself. "Get well soon, Sonic," He kissed him on his forehead and left the room.

Outside the hospital, the air was chilly. In the distance, they could see the city lights twinkling on the horizon. The moon was full and the stars were twinkling brightly, giving them some light to see by. As they walked down to the parking lot, Tails yawned and rubbed his eyes. He took out his phone and contacted an Uber to take Tails and Amy home. Five minutes later, an Uber driver arrived, Tails and Amy waved goodbye to Knuckles and Shadow and they waved them back as they went inside and left.

"Do you want to catch an Uber or something?" asked Knuckles.

"No, I have my Chaos Emerald with me. It's faster than taking the bus or subway, especially when it's dark out," replied Shadow.

Knuckles nodded, "Okay, take care, Shadow."

"You, too." Shadow raised his green gem in the air. "Chaos Control!" he shouted as he vanished in a flash of green lightning.

Now that Knuckles was alone. "Well, I guess it's time for me to go," he said as he took a fly swatter out of nowhere and flew up through the city streets, heading to Angel Island and guarding his Master Emerald.

Three weeks later, it was around 10 AM, and a white female bat was at the cafe, drinking tea. She was dressed in a purple denim jacket, a black crop top, white jeans, and black boots. She wore sunglasses on top of her head. She was enjoying her tea and reading her book. Her phone rang, she checked the caller ID and it was Amy Rose.

"Hello?" she answered her phone.

"Hi, Rogue, it's me," said Amy.

"Oh, hi, Amy," Rouge responded. "What's up?"

"I was wondering if you take me to the hospital. I have to visit Sonic. He's in a coma right now," said Amy.

"Oh, sure, I'll meet you there in 15 minutes," said Rouge.

Rouge hung up the phone and got up from her seat. Just then, Rouge began to drive her white Lamborghini. When she saw Amy standing outside at the flower shop, she carried a bouquet of white daisies and lilies out. She approached the rose-pink hedgehog, she gently honked a horn when Amy saw Rouge in a white Lamborghini.

"Hello, Amy. How are you doing?" said Rouge.

"I'm good," said Amy.

"Hop in," Rouge smiled and opened the passenger side door. Amy climbed into the car, and they drove away together. About ten minutes later, they arrived at the hospital. They parked the car and made their way inside. Amy stopped in front of the receptionist's desk.

“Hi,” Amy greeted her.

“Hello, how can I help you?” the receptionist looked at her with kind blue eyes.

“We’re here to visit Sonic the Hedgehog,” said Amy.

“Ah, yes. He’s on the second floor to the right. The room number is 216,” the receptionist gave Amy directions. “Please make sure to inform us if you need anything.”

“Thanks,” said Amy. She took the flowers from Rouge and walked towards Room 216, which was right across from the elevators. She knocked on the door before opening it up. She peered in to see Sonic lying peacefully in bed, hooked up to his life support machines. He had a nasal cannula in his nostril

to help him breathe. His body was wrapped up in a blanket and his skin looked extremely pale. On the sides of his bed, there was a heart monitor, an IV pump, and a tube connected to his right arm. He also had an ECG machine on his chest that was beeping rhythmically.

“Sonic?” said Amy quietly. She stepped closer to him, careful not to disturb any of his things. She sat down on the edge of his bed and carefully took hold of his hand. Sonic didn’t stir. “I know that you can hear me."

Rouge placed her hand on Amy's shoulder reassuringly, "He'll be alright, hun. He should wake up soon."

Amy didn’t say anything; she just continued holding Sonic’s hand and caressing it with her thumb. She wished he could wake up from a coma already because she wanted nothing more than for Sonic to open his eyes and look at her. But she knew she wouldn’t be able to do that. Because of what happened to Sonic, even though Sonic did come out of the coma after Eggman attacked.

"I hope so," sighed Amy.

A few minutes later, Sonic had a strange dream. He found himself in a beautiful garden with colorful flowers. The sound of water flowing and the birds chirping filled in his ears. He was walking through the garden, looking up and admiring the bright colors of the trees and bushes that lined the ground. He could see the waterfall where the fish came from that sparkled and glimmered in the sun with a colorful rainbow. He stared at nature in awe.

'Am... am I in heaven?' thought Sonic.

He looked around at his surroundings and suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him. Sonic whirled around, expecting to see someone who resembled him, but there was no one there except for him.

"Who's there?!" said Sonic, prepared to fight.

"Oh, I'm sorry, sweetheart," a woman’s voice spoke from behind.

Suddenly, the woman appeared before him. It was a beautiful woman, like a goddess. She had beautiful long, flowing blonde hair braided updo hairstyle tied with a white ribbon. She wore a white long maxi dress that revealed her sexy legs and her large cleavage. She wore these two necklaces; one with silver, and one with an apple pendant. She wore silver armor arm guards and boot guards. The white ribbon tied her eyes like a blindfold. She had a dove on her right hand and she had a blue clam on her left hand.

"I didn't mean to scare you," said the beautiful woman.

"Wh-who are you?" he asked.

"My name is Venusmon," she said. "I'm one of Olympos XII and I rule over love," she bowed to him.

'Olympos XII?! That's another mythological being,' thought Sonic. 'She must be real!'

"Uh, you don't need to bow to me. My name's Sonic. Sonic the Hedgehog," he pointed to himself with his thumb.

Venusmon giggled, "Well, Sonic, it's nice to meet you. Come, let's sit somewhere and talk."

"Sure," Sonic agreed as he followed her.

They both sat down under a large tree.

"So tell me," asked Venusmon, "Why are you here?"

"Umm... I... uh..." Sonic was nervous. "I was fighting with Eggman that he destroyed the city and tried to take over the world. I was trying to save my friends, but he summoned a new robot, Neo Metal Sonic, who looked exactly like me."

Venusmon nodded and listened intently to Sonic.

"Neo Metal Sonic was so powerful and I couldn't save friends. I wasn't strong enough to save them. He tried to end my life, but luckily Shadow came to save me and finished them off," said Sonic, remembering everything about Neo Metal Sonic that he knew.

"Hmmm..." murmured Venusmon. "I see," she said. "And so, you came here to protect your friends and your loved ones."

"Yes. Shadow saved me from Neo Metal Sonic," confirmed Sonic.

"How did he save you?" she asked.

"Shadow was flying above Neo Metal Sonic and threw an arrow that hit Neo Metal Sonic in the back of his head, killing him," explained Sonic. "I started to black out and ended up going to the hospital."

Venusmon hummed softly, "That explains a lot. You may want to get some rest, Sonic."

"Hey, Venusmon? Am I really dead?" asked Sonic.

She giggled, "No, sweetie, you're alive and well." She gently stroked Sonic's cheek, smiling at him.

"You're just dreaming in a coma," she whispered to him.

"Oh, God! Am I in a coma? How long have I been out?" asked Sonic.

"About 3 weeks, ” she replied, “but you'll be fine soon. Don't worry, Sonic."

"Okay," said Sonic, feeling relieved. "Thanks." He relaxed a bit, feeling comfortable with Venusmon.

"Hey, can I tell you something?" asked Sonic.

"Of course," Venusmon assured Sonic.

"Umm, I kinda love Shadow..." said Sonic.

She giggled, "Really?"

"Yeah!" answered Sonic enthusiastically. "I met him in the street city. This guy looks exactly like me. But he was different," he said. "The police thought I stole a gem from the bank and tried to frame me."

"Hmm... interesting," Venusmon mumbled.

"Yeah, I was falsely accused of stealing a gem. I had to flee from the police where I met Shadow. He was the one who stole Chaos Emerald," said Sonic.

"Was he a criminal?" asked Venusmon.

"He used to be, but not anymore. He's a hero now," Sonic replied.

"Wow, that's quite the story," Venusmon said.

"Can I tell you something more?" asked Sonic.

Venusmon nodded, "Mmm-hmm."

"Shadow and I are in love. We've been together ever since," said Sonic, blushing a little.

Venusmon smiled warmly, "That's great to hear. Have you told him yet?"

"Not yet, but I will eventually. After all, Shadow is my boyfriend," said Sonic.

"Then tell him how you feel when you talk to him next time," said Venusmon.

"Will do," Sonic replied.

In a flash of white, Sonic finally came out of a coma. He slowly opened his eyes, squinting slightly as he adjusted to the sudden brightness in his surroundings. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he noticed he was surrounded by people.

"Wh-where am I?" asked Sonic.

Amy gasped. "Sonic!" She went to hug him. "I'm so happy to see you awake!"

"Yeah, I'm okay, Amy," said Sonic.

"How do you feel?" asked Rouge.

"Rouge! It's so great to see you!" exclaimed Sonic. "I thought we were gonna lose each other forever."

Rouge laughed as she shook her head, "No way, bro. I would never abandon you."

Sonic looked around the room. "Where's Tails and the others?" he asked.

"They're busy. I'll have to call them with great news, and I'll tell the doctor that you're already awake," said Amy as she pressed the button. And she went outside and called her friends to tell them the great news.

"So I heard you fought with Eggman," said Rouge as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Yeah, I did," admitted Sonic as he scratched his head. "And I think I lost to Neo Metal Sonic."

"Damn, I wish I could have come here and save you," lamented Rouge.

"Don't worry about it. If it was up to me, I'd never let Eggman live," said Sonic.

"I know," Rouge chuckled.

Sonic lay down on his bed, closed his eyes, and let out a sigh. "You know, I still can't believe I'm alive!"

"I can understand why you're so surprised," said Rouge. "When Eggman attacked the city, I was shocked too. It took you months to recover after that battle. By the way, how much longer do you plan to stay here?" she asked.

"My belly was torn up pretty badly. But I'll be resting up for 3 months. Then I'll go home and take care of myself. And then when I'm recovered, I'm coming back to help take care of you guys. You know, make sure everyone is safe."

"I agree," said Rouge.

"By the way, what happened to Eggman?" asked Sonic.

"He's in prison. So he won't bother anyone anymore," Rouge answered.

"Good," he replied.

Dr. Harrison came into the room, wearing a white lab coat. She smiled at Sonic.

"Hello, Sonic," Dr. Harrison greeted.

"Hi," he smiled.

"I'm Dr. Linda Harrison," she introduced herself. "Today is your first day of recovery, so I'll just give you some basic information. Today, you'll be staying here for 3 months while your body heals. We can do a few tests later to see if you're ready to leave the hospital."

"That sounds good," said Sonic.

"Alright, I'm going to examine you," she said as she produced the stethoscope and began to check Sonic's breathing. After several minutes of checking Sonic's health, she put the stethoscope down around her neck.

"Everything seems normal," said Dr. Harrison, "you should be discharged within 3 months."

"Thank you, Dr. Harrison," said Sonic.

"No problem, Sonic," smiled Dr. Harrison as she turned to leave the room.

Amy came back carrying a bag of sugar cookies that she made that morning.

"Here, Sonic," said Amy as she handed the bag to him, "It's your favorite! They're sugar cookies. It's delicious, I promise!"

"Thanks," Sonic took one cookie and took a bite. "This is really good, Amy!"

Amy giggled, "Thanks. I'm glad you like it."

The sun began to set at 6 PM, Amy and Rouge said goodbye to Sonic and went to their homes while Sonic went back to sleep and met Venusmon again.

[agentcable]

Supernatural Season 1 Ep. 1 "Pilot"

Two brothers, Sam and Dean Winchhester, witness their mother's death as children and grow up trained to fight by a father who wants to hunt down the thing that killed his wife. Sam goes to college, but he goes back when Dean shows up to tell him their father is missing. The boys follow clues from a phone message and go to a smll town. There, they meet a vengeful spirit called the "Woman in White", who then haunts Sam.

If you want to watch the series for yourself, stop reading! This post contains spoilers to the storyline.

We are in Lawrence, Kansas, 22 years ago. On November 2nd, 1983, Dean Winchester, 4-year-old boy, says goodnight to his baby brother Sam Winchester, along with his mom and dad.

Mary Winchester hears Sam crying on the baby monitor. She goes to check and sees someone over Sam's cot. She thinks it's her husband, John. She sees the lamp flickering and goes downstairs. Mary realizes John is sleeping in his chair by the TV. She runs back to Sam's room. Mary screams.

John Winchester runs to Sam's room, but the baby is alone. Blood splatters on his hand.

John looks up and sees his wife pinned to the ceiling by an unknown force, her belly sliced open and bleeding. Her body bursts into flames, and the father grabs Sam and gives him to Dean. He tells Dean to take Sam outside and goes back to try to save his wife. He is too late. The flames consume the room, forcing him to flee. Sam's rooms explodes.

The scene changes to Stanford University, Palo Alto, California on Halloween. Sam is now grown up and going to a Halloween party with his girlfriend, Jessica Moore. He talks about an interview for law school on Monday, which his family doesn't know about.

Later that night, Sam is in bed with Jess when he hears someone break in. He fights the intruder until he realizes it's Dean, his older brother. They haven't seen each other in two years. Dean says he needs Sam's help to find their dad, who went missing after going on a hunting trip. The pair talks outside. They discuss the family's search for what killed their mom. Sam doesn't want to keep looking for their dad. He wants a normal life but will help Dean find their dad.

Sam asks what their dad was hunting. Dean shows newspaper clips from his car trunk. He says men are vanishing from cars on Centennial Highway. Ten people have been missing for 20 years, and it's happening more. Dean plays Sam a voicemail from their dad. He says something big is about to happen and they're in danger. It has EVP on, but Dean cleaned it up to hear "I can never go home." Sam reminds Dean he has to be back by Mondy for his law school interview.

Back inside, Jess finds Sam packing. He says his dad is hunting deer with some guys. He'll bring him back. Jess reminds him of the interview and is worried.

It's nighttime in Jericho, California. A teenager sees a woman in white in the dark. He stops and she gets in. She teases him and asks him to go home with her. He says yes and goes where she tells him. When they get to the house, it's in bad shape. She says, "I can never go home," and then she's gone. He gets out and looks around but is scared and gets back in his car and drives away. He looks in the rearview and she's in the back. He crashes through a barrier and onto a bridge. The car stops. Troy screams. Blood splatters on the windshield.

Sam says Dean and their dad are scamming their credit cards to pay for hunting. Dean doesn't deny it. Sam says Dean needs better music in his car. Dean says, "House rules." The driver picks the music and the shotgun shuts up. They drive off and see a sign for Jericho. They see the bridge where the car crashed and lots of police cars. Dean gets out and shows the police a fake ID. They question the cops. The cop says he knew Troy and that his girlfriend is putting up missing posters, but they have no leads.

Dean and Sam find Amy, Troy's girlfriend, and tell her they're looking for Troy too. They go to a diner. She says he last spoke on his cell from his car. Rachel, Amy's friend, is there too. She talks about a local legend about a girl who died on Centennial Highway. Her ghost hitchhikes, and the driver's who pick her up disappear.

Later, Dean and Sam search the internet for news about deaths on Centennial. They find an article about a woman who killed her kids and then killed herself. Constance Welch jumped from a local bridge in 1981, the same bridge where Troy's car was found.

Dean and Sam check out the scene where Constance died. They talk about family. Dean gets upset with Sam for not remembering his mom. They see a ghostly woman in white jump from the bridge. A few minutes later, Dean's car starts and tries to knock them down. The brothers run and Dean jumps off the bridge. He survies, but gets dirty.

Dean and Sam check into the same hotel their dad was in. John made a salt circle in front of the door to keep something out. He left his stuff in the room. Sam sees pictures on the walls and realizes their dad solved the puzzle. The killer is a "woman in white." Dean says Dad would have destroyed the corpse. Sam says maybe the ghost has another weakness. Dean says their dad would have dug her up, so they go talk to the dead woman's husband to find where she's buried. Dean gets cleaned up and goes for food. Sam calls Jessica.

Outside the hotel, Dean is arrested for impersonating a US Marshal while looking for food. He calls Sam and tells him to run.

In the Sheriff's office, Dean is interrogated and becomes a suspect in the disappearances. The sheriff shows Dean his dad's diary and asks what the numbers mean. Dean is surprised to see them.

Sam visits Mr. Welch and asks if John was there. Mr. Welch says John was there 3 or 4 days ago. Sam asks about Constance's burial and what happened in 1981. Joseph was unfaithful. He suggests Constance killed her kids and herself when she found out, thus becoming a "woman in white." She kills unfaithful men on the highway. Joseph asks Sam to leave.

Back at the Sheriff's office, the sheriff leaves Dean cuffed to the desk to answer an emergency call. Dean gets out of the cuffs with a paperclip.

Outside, Dean calls Sam, who is on his way to the old Welch house where Constance is buried. Dean says Sam made the fake call to the sheriff to distract him. Dean says his dad left his journal, but he never goes anywhere without it. The numbers in their dad's diary are coordinates. Their dad has left Jericho to go there. Before they can talk more, a woman in white appears in front of Sam's car, and he drives right through her. He yells, and Dean knows something is wrong. The woman in white is in the car with Sam, asking to be taken home. When he refuses, she drives the car.

The car stops at the old Welch house. Constance says she can't go home. Sam thinks she's too scared to go in. Constance tries to seduce Sam, but he won't let her. She hurts him and turns into a monster as Sam screams.

Dean comes to the rescue and shoots the spook. Sam drives the car into the house, taking Constance with him. Dean pulls Sam from the car, but Constance pins them down with a desk. It looks like they're done for, but Constance's dead kids show up, just as Sam had hoped when he drove the car into the house. Constance was too scared to face their children because she was guilty. The kids take their mom's spirit back to the netherworld, and all three disappear into a pool of water. Dean and Sam get in their car.

On the way back, they find out their dad is in Blackwater Ridge, but Sam says he isn't going. He's going back to Standford for his interview.

Sam comes home and smiles at cookies on the table. He finds a note: "Missed you! Love you!" He thinks he hears Jessica in the shower. He lies down, but blood splatters on him. Jessica is pinned to the ceiling, just like his mother. She bursts into flames, and Dean saves Sam. As the fire is put out, Dean and Sam get in the car and Sam says, "We've got work to do."

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aaaaah ! I love your writing ! Can I ask you the same request "react to their S/O going MIA" but for Thermite and Lion please ?

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Olivier "Lion" Flament

🦁 Lion is arrogant, set in his ways. But when you go MIA? That goes out the window. He begs for help from the other GIGN ops.

🦁 To his surprise, Doc even agrees to help. He sees what this is doing to Lion- he's afraid of what might happen if he doesn't.

🦁 Lion might go a little off the deep end- he's prepared to do whatever it takes to find you. The other ops have to tell him to sleep- the dark circles under his eyes are looking worse every day.

🦁 If you're found alive, Lion probably carved a path through your captors that leaves the other ops shaken. Even if you're not badly hurt, he's carrying you out of there. He takes a leave from Rainbow after that.

🦁 If you're KIA....

Doc checks for a pulse, frantic hands finding your wrist among the rubble and debris.

Nothing.

Doc meets Lion's gaze and shakes his head solemnly before running his fingers over your eyes to shut them.

"No- no no-" Lion shoves Doc aside and presses his forehead to yours, desperate hands clinging to your limp form. He's bleeding, badly, but he doesn't notice- he cups your face and sobs in earnest. He's begging, French prayers from his boyhood tumbling out of his mouth.

"They're gone, mon ami," Doc lays a hand on Lion's shoulder,

"They're gone."

Lion gives up after your death. If the Archaean parasite crisis happens after this point, though, he does volunteer to assist, if only to take suicide missions that no one else will.

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Jordan "Thermite" Trace

💥 Poor Thermite. He harbors such guilt for every mistake that has cost him something in the field. Aruni's injury still haunts him to this day. So when you go missing, he's wracked with sorrow and guilt.

💥 He calls on all his old contacts from the FBI, turning in every favor every agent and operator has ever owed him. And believe me, there's a lot.

💥 Thermite stays cool-headed, he knows losing control is only going to make bad go to worse. When he's alone, though, he grabs the picture of you he keeps and whispers that he'll find you if it kills him.

💥 If you're found alive...

Thermite detonates the charge on the wall and bursts through the rubble. Before the dust settles, he spots you, bound to a chair on the opposite side of the room.

Behind him, other ops flood the room and disarm the Masks that guard it. Thermite makes a beeline for you, shaking hands fumbling with his knife until he finally cuts you free.

"God damn it I was so worried-" he tosses the blade aside and you collapse into his arms.

💥 If you're KIA, Thermite will blow the entire base where you were held sky-fuckin-high with every Mask inside. The rest of the team might try and stop him, but that's not happening. He keeps the picture of you in his vest.

And feels more guilty every day.

[comicbooksidecharacter]

Hiraeth [Part 31]

Bucky Barnes X OC (Amelia Stone)

Hiraeth: (n.) “longing or deep yearning for a place, time, feeling or person long gone; or that never was.”

Summary: After being shot, the reader gets to meet Bucky... again.

For a moment she thought of turning around and walking away, but her mind didn't accept it. Firstly, she needed answers. This was an important part of the mission, and she couldn't miss the opportunity. Secondly, she was worried the team might have the same lead. It was a bit childish, but she wanted to solve this herself.

Bucky was let in fairly easily, maybe because he could look extremely dangerous when need be, and he could make them believe he belonged there. The penguin-like man eyed his up and down and let him through. Now that Bucky had gone in, she couldn't. She was already expecting a resistance to her presence, but if word spread that a woman was there who very much didn't belong, it could get her Bucky's attention. This was the last thing she wanted.

She decided to walk away and into the small alleyway on the right side of the building. It was dark and smelled absolutely revolting; owing to the presence of four dumpsters. She could easily see a window, covered so thickly with grime that only the broken panel let any light through. The first attempt to climb shot an excruciating pain through her shoulder. Unwilling to stop, she stepped on a dumpster, and using her abilities, caused it to hover a few centimeters above the ground, just enough that she could climb in.

There was a ring like structure at the center of the hall. It smelled worse than it did in the parking lot. Only one big spotlight fell on the “ring”, which looked poorly put-together. A man had approached her, but she gave him her cash to stay quiet.

"Hey", she said, approaching one of the guards, "I am looking for a man."

The guard observed her stature and waved her off with his hand, not wanting to miss the fight.

"Andrusha..."

"There is no Andrusha", the guard dismissed, which was true. She just made that name up to look genuine. She made up a fake story, showed him fake photos prepared solely for this reason; a daughter looking for her father, and used some cash. He wasn’t that bright and told her to go through the “kitchen” door and turn right to a double door.

Everything on this side of the building was so still and quiet that she suspected more than half of the rooms to be empty.

The double doors mentioned, though, did little to shield the sounds coming from the inside. A man was talking, more like moaning, in Russian, and there was a female voice. She felt bad, but it was urgent. She knocked the door, the "activity" continued, but upon knocking again it stopped.

Кто там? ... Кто там? he repeated. (Who is it?)

"I heard they give private lessons for jiujitsu here", she replied in Russian, "Brazlian Jiujitsu."

No sound came from the other side of the door, that raised an alarm. She could imagine the man motion the woman in bed to be quiet as he loaded his gun. Out of fear, she formed a force field as big as the door, so that any bullet would be stopped.

The door opened unceremoniously. The man in front of her was Tall, with black hair, hazel eyes and a 1960 tattoo on the left side of the neck.

"I was waiting," he drawled in a perfect southern accent. Many words were not exchanged, and he only gave her a brown file, which she was quick to take and put under her hoodie. He also told her that he would call her from a phone booth and tell her where to meet next, to discuss things in detail.

She wanted to ask him something, but something caught his attention, he looked to the right side of the woman he was kind of sleeping with, there was a huge monitor with live footage of CCTV cameras. Someone had just made his way up the stairs; she followed his gaze and recognized him immediately. Bucky.

"I'm going. See you later. Continue what you were doing, or he'll be suspicious. Don't tell him I was here. bye," she said hurriedly and raced towards his window. Much to his surprise, she jumped off the pane, landing safely on the fire escape staircase which she had torn off another building with her powers.

As soon as she landed on the street, she ran towards the darkest corners she could see, to no be found. She was still puzzled why Bucky was there.

Things didn't seem so great, though; the streets were so silent that she easily noticed there were some footsteps behind her. Was it Bucky? She continued walking in the dark, refusing to turn around to lose pace. To make things worse for pursuit, she motioned for the street lights to turn off as well, the sound of the steps changed signaling confusion.

 The most convenient way to her motel now went through a detour that, she had no choice but to go there. She couldn't fight, her arm didn't allow it, and she didn't want to lose the file. How she wished humans had more metal in them. Maybe it was fear, but she became aware of the pain once again, maybe the adrenaline had washed off. Her heart pounded when she heard that there were multiple steps behind her. She started running.

As soon as she sped through, however, she felt a strong jolt to her body as an a hand reached out and grabbed her, circling her waist and pulling her back forcefully. Before she could protest, she felt a hand place itself on her mouth. The coldness of the other arm was the second to follow.

"Be quiet", the voice nearly rendered her legs powerless. A sense of fear and nervous relief took over her when she heard Bucky's voice. She wanted to avoid him, but he had seized her; it was still better somehow because she suddenly felt very safe. She let her head fall back and rest against Bucky's chest as she tried to calm her breath.

The men, five of them, came out of the detour and looked around. Bucky moved farther in the dark pulling Amelia along. She put her hand on his and tried to pull it way, but he didn't budge.

"Don't move, you idiot!" he whispered again. The men were gone farther ahead, and he let her go.

"Let's go," he announced and didn't leave her wrist until she brought him to her aboding place.

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Bucky slammed the door shut, so hard that she felt it could fall off the hinges. The lights flickered on and he looked around. She was too busy with her arm to notice how appalled he was by the state of this establishment. The walls were empty. There was only one sofa that served as a bed, because he could see a comforter on it. His jaw clenched. 

“What are you doing here?”, she asked him, finally turning around. 

“I should ask you that”, he retorted. “What is all this?”

“How were... wait, why were you there?”, she ignored his question knowingly, slapping the file on the small table.

“Again. I should ask you that”, he replied. 

She sighed in frustration. She was happy to see him but it was kind of annoying.

“Well”, he asked, raising his brows, “Are you going to answer me?” 

She didn’t answer. Instead, she just turned from him and walked to the window. He grabbed her arm and spun her around. 

“I’m not leaving until I have answers. What were you doing in a place like that? As far as I remember you were off the mission, what’s the point of all this?”

“Bucky”, she said, wanting to ignore him, ‘Please just leave. It’s complicated.”

Bucky’s hand was reluctant to let her go. “I have time.”

“It’s not important”, she said, trying to move her hand away from his grip. He only tightened his grip and pulled her a bit close. 

“Amy”, he said, “I am not in the mood to listen to your excuses. I want answers tonight. What were you doing there? Why are you running like this?"

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Taglist:

[your-daily-biaswrecking]

Serva me, Servabo te

save me and I will save you

pairing: photographer!Taehyung x f.reader (oc)

more characters: Jimin x Yoonji

genre: angst, slight enemies to lovers, slow burn, eventual smut

word count: 4.6k   |  reading time: 25 min

summary: Somehow you end up having to share a Victorian Manor (that may or may not be haunted) with a person you really dislike: Kim Taehyung

warnings: nothing specific in this chapter, some swearing and toxic traits

A/N: Amy= Army= reader:)

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Chapter 1: The tragic state of affairs

An hour and a half long car drive and you still managed to be in the middle of nowhere. You could almost swear the dirt road was leading to nothing, but the occasional sign swore otherwise. You sighed. How had you gotten yourself into this, again? Oh, yeah.

-9:34 pm, the day before-

A loud thud followed by an inhuman growl produced from the deepest pits of hell reached your ears in the kitchen. I guess you couldn't ignore her any longer. You leaned past the door,  peeping at your roommate cocooning on the floor.

"Uh... You good?" She immediately started mumbling with fiery passion and you couldn't understand a single word. That meant no. "What did Jimin do this time?"

Yoonji sat up, turning her spine abnormally to look at you. "He's an idiot," you managed to hear.

You pressed your lips together and nodded. "Right. You guys broke up. Is he still bothering you, what is it?" You walked to her and squatted down to her level. You noticed her cheeks were bloody red and stained with tears, her mouth giving you a pout. But you were unbothered.

"He won't let me go tomorrow," she complained.

"The Manor you guys had booked?"

"Yeah!"

"Why won't he let you go?"

"No, I mean... He says I can go but he says he'll go too and I don't want to see him," Yoonji mumbled while wiping her tears with the back of her hand.

Your immediate thought was to tell her to just go since they were going to make up eventually anyway. Seriously, the two of them broke up and got back together like twice a week. Sometimes it looked more serious, sure, but you had fallen for it too many times to believe it now. You would only be sure the two of them were done for real when... Well, actually, never. "So, you don't want to lose your vacation but you want to have the whole house to yourself?" you asked and she nodded. "Well, since you both paid for this, I'm sorry to tell you, but he has just as much right to go as you. You should have thought about that before you broke up over- what was it again? Dumplings?" I mean, this had to be some type of kink or something at this point. They had to be into breaking up and chasing each other all the time. Maybe it was the make-up sex, who knows.

Finally, one of the road signs pointed to the right for a turn. 200 m it said. You breathed out in relief; you were starving and so sleep deprived, you feared you'd drive your car into a ditch by the road. In front of you stood a large gate with an astounding metal design. It was open and you carefully drove in. Your breath hitched the moment the house came into view. What house? That was a whole palace! With three floors, a garden bigger than the nearest park to your apartment, and about a million windows adorning its two wings. So caught up in the drama, you hadn't even had the chance to see a picture to prepare yourself for the beauty of the Victorian artifact. Your jaw on the floor, all you could do was laugh.

Say, how had you managed to get here again? Right, right...

-11:04 pm, the day before-

There was a soft knock on your bedroom door and you hummed in reply. Yoonji burst in with great contrast to her knocking, dashing for the foot of your bed and plopping herself on it with nerve. You paused your texting on your phone momentarily to turn your eyes on hers, noting her tears were all dried up now, a frown in their place.

"I told him I'm not going 'cause I don't wanna see his stupid face," she announced.

The corners of your mouth turned downwards. "Good for you. I'm sure the house isn't worth it, you can do your vacation elsewhere."

"But now he says he's not going..."

You thought about it for a second, then got back to your texting. "Great. Isn't that what you wanted? Now, you can go."

The girl leaned over your legs, trying to catch your attention again with wide eyes full of conspiracies. "But... What if he's bluffing?"

You paused again. Damnit, why was this even making sense? You'd say Jimin is not capable of doing something like that... if you actually thought it to be true. "So, don't go." You looked at her again to make sure your point was getting across. "Yoonji, don't go. That way no matter if he goes or not, you still won't see his stupid face."

A middle-aged woman dressed to fit right into the aesthetic of the Manor greeted you on the big steps of the entrance with something like the enthusiasm you only show your favorite aunt on Christmas. "You must be Ms. Min Yoonji," she called before you even had the chance to reach her.

"Must I?" you replied, immediately following it with a peal of fake laughter.

The woman chuckled and walked towards you. With a closer look, you noticed how youthful her face looked, and how undeniably pretty she was. Definitely looking like a noblewoman who would be in charge of something like this mansion. "Welcome, I'm Mrs. Kim. I'm glad you're here, your partner is already inside," she said.

Oh... So he was bluffing.

You smiled. "Thank you. The place looks stunning."

"Oh, I'm hoping you'll get to enjoy all of its beauty to the maximum this week you'll be spending here," the woman said as she guided you towards the entrance." Just to let you know, every room is at your disposal, the kitchen is fully equipped and with every kind of food you might crave. Housekeeping is daily and with a very discreet staff. I have already given a tour to your partner."

You pushed the heavy door open and walked in, immediately hugged by a heavy but warm atmosphere with a strong, musky scent. Right across from you, there was a big, double staircase with a magnificent chandelier hanging from the high ceiling. All you could do was look around with a stupid face. Jimin was getting Yoonji this type of vacation and she had the audacity to fight with him? How had they even afforded this? You totally understood why your roommate was throwing a tantrum wanting to come here. Why had she even let you come instead?

-12:56 am, the day before, or more accurately, this day but super early-

"Amy... Amy..." You were startled awake, barely making out the silhouette of Yoonji hovering above you in the darkness. "Were you sleeping?" she whispered.

You exhaled and pushed her away, groaning. "Yoonji, a piece of advice: if you have to shake someone for them to answer you, yeah, they were sleeping!"

"Sorry," she said but definitely didn't mean it. She scooted you over to sit next to you. "Hey, so... I was thinking. Maybe you should go."

Be it the sleep or your roommate speaking utter nonsense, all you could think was: "What?"

"Well, I don't wanna go in case Jimin goes, but I also don't wanna let him have the house to himself -you know, out of spite- so maybe you should go." Yoonji blinked at you expectingly but it was still too complicated for you to process. "I mean, you're gonna have a good time, Amy. The house is amazing, I promise, this is a one-in-a-lifetime opportunity, okay? I thought if I let you go then we could also be even for the time you did that assignment for me and got me an A? What do you say?"

You frowned, starting to shake your head. "Yoonji-"

"Please, I just want you to annoy him by just being there, you know? Also, he might not even go. Then you'll have a whole Manor to yourself for a whole week! You can take your books with you and enjoy some time away from society, right? Pretty please..."

Your frown deepened, but you started to think about what she was saying. "You really would rather just give up your vacation to a Victorian Mansion or whatever it is to your roommate than let Jimin have it to himself?"

"Absolutely, yeah."

Well, you couldn't think of a reason to say no to that.

Mrs. Kim finished her welcoming speech with a smile. "In the library, you will find a map of the hiking routes of the forest. There is a mushroom picking one that I wholeheartedly recommend. Of course, anything you might need, you can always pick up our vintage phone -it works perfectly- and call us any time of the day and night."

You gave her a genuine grin and nodded. "Thank you very much, Mrs. Kim!" And after that, the beautiful woman opened the door and left. Where to, you had no idea, since you doubted there was any kind of civilization nearby.

You dragged your suitcase to the bottom of the staircase, about to lift it and go find one of the surely many rooms to occupy. But in the silence of it all, you noticed a fire cracking in the background. So silent, it felt like you and the fire were the only things alive for miles. Yet Jimin must have been roaming somewhere in this Manor.

Huh... He still hadn't shown up at the entrance to check if Yoonji had come? Surely, he must have heard the commotion made but you two ladies.

You released your grip on your suitcase and slowly walked towards the room the fire seemed to be coming from. You wanted to find him and enjoy his face when he would see you instead of his girl- well, ex-girlfriend. You passed through a small hallway, little rooms with cabinets and bookcases until you reached a slightly ampler room that had a lit fireplace. It looked like a sitting room, with a pair of scarlet, velvet armchairs and a matching sofa. There was a large, thick carpet that covered almost the entire floor, and an ebony coffee table in the middle. On the right, a window that expanded from floor to ceiling, but was however half-hidden behind a rich curtain.

You were about to go towards the fireplace before you noticed the slim man standing tall by that window. Looking outside, turned opposite to the entrance. You almost didn't notice him as the colors and textile of his outfit matched the room so well. His brown, a little wavy hair tucked messily behind his ears, light silver glasses sitting low on his nose, hands in his pockets. He was wearing a sweater vest over a beige shirt and baggy trousers and was standing like a model. Something very off about him that you didn't immediately recognize.

"Oh." The interjection left your lips without your command. And at the sound of your voice, he turned around to face you.

-10:46 am, this morning-

You had left your apartment more than a long time ago, Yoonji was expecting that you would have arrived by now and waiting for your news. Had Jimin gone too? How had he reacted? She tried calling you a couple of times but was only met with voicemail. Maybe you didn't have a good signal up in the mountains. Oh, no, how would you keep her up to date now?

Her cellphone buzzed and she rushed to see the message she assumed was from her roommate. It turned out to be her ex.

"You didn't go, then?"

Yoonji laughed. How wicked of her. He must have just seen you arrive at the Manor, instead of her. So he was lying about not going, just as Yoonji had predicted. She flipped her hair from her shoulder dramatically and quickly typed her reply.

"Of course not, I told you I wasn't going."

She couldn't stop giggling like a little girl.

"Cool... Just so you know, I felt bad wasting this already paid vacation, so..."

Yoonji rolled her eyes, still giggling.

"Let me guess. You went by yourself?" How pathetic... He really thought his little trick would work.

"No."

Wait, what?

"I myself didn't go..."

Yoonji blinked.

Come again?

Your eyes widened when you realized the man in front of you wasn't Jimin. The man in front of you was...

"Kim Taehyung? What are you doing here?"

He was about to open his mouth to reply when your phone interrupted you. Without taking your eyes off the man and with a deep frown on both of your faces, you took it out of your pocket and answered. Yoonji's voice started ringing immediately from the other end.

"Amy! Finally! I've been trying to call you for ages. Did you arrive yet? I wanted to tell you Jimin isn't coming. He said he let Tae go." You rolled your eyes. "Can you hear me, Amy? The signal is so bad... Amy, the idiot did the same thing I did and sent Taehyung! Remember Taehyung? Jimin's best friend?"

You sighed. "Yeah... Way ahead of you. He's standing right in front of me." Your eyes traveled down his arms as he moved to fold them over his chest, tilting his head at you.

Yoonji let out an exasperated cry. "Ugh, man! So he told the truth... Look, I'm so sorry I got you into this. Amy, can you hear me? I hope you have no problem with him there. I know you guys are not close- wait, have you guys met? You have, right? Okay, I know you're not close but it'll be fine, right? Just don't pay attention to him and do your thing, yeah darling? Act the same as if Jimin were there, or as if you were alone. Amy, that's fine, right? You can do that, right? How is the house, is it awesome and totally worth it and you're totally not mad at me for sending you there with Tae? Huh? Amy?"

You sighed again. The signal was indeed bad. So you just hung up, hoping your roommate would blame your rudeness on that. Hiding your phone away again, you eyed Taehyung from head to toe. He was still glaring at you as if you'd stolen something from him. Well, I guess if he thought he'd have this whole place to himself, it was kind of like stealing. But that was only because he just happened to arrive first. Both of you had the same claim over the place. Or, well, neither of you did.

"Right, so..." you started since he didn't seem to be reacting any further. "I guess we'll have to stay together."

Suddenly, Taehyung started moving. His eyes still piercing yours and not a word out of his mouth, just a steady charge towards you.

"I-I know you didn't expect me-" you felt the need to mumble quickly, "-but I didn't expect you either!" Taehyung stayed silent, getting closer. "Okay, maybe we lied!" you exclaimed, your feet stepping behind each other. "But you guys lied, too!" There wasn't any more room to move and the man was now right in front of you, leaning into your personal space. "Taehyung, what-"

"Who are you?"

You were caught off guard. "What?" You thought he was joking, but he stayed looking at you with a serious face. "What do you mean who am I?" you sounded offended. "We've met before!"

"Have we?"

"Couple of times!"

Taehyung scanned your entire face before he shook his head. "I don't remember you."

Now you were offended. "I'm Amy!" you announced loudly. "Yoonji's roommate."

At last, he pulled away, his mouth opening in understanding. "Oh... Right, I knew Yoonji had a roommate by that name." He moved farther away but turned his head to you again. "I don't think I've seen you before, though."

You rolled your eyes and slipped around him to escape the place you had been trapped in earlier. "Alcohol does that sometimes," you snorted at him.

Taehyung rubbed his chin, looking at you differently now. You tried to avoid his eyes, examining the room more closely instead. The paintings on the walls, the black encyclopedia on the shelves, the candelabra and tea set on the small table. Every detail was thought of inside the house. "Why are you here, though?" he asked.

"Same reason as you, I assume."

He licked his bottom lip in the act of releasing a small chuckle. "Did you owe a favor to your best friend, too?"

You took out one random book and browsed its thin, yellow pages. "Actually, she owed me."

Taehyung raised his eyebrows in response, then started occupying himself with the little things around the room, as well. "They're ridiculous, aren't they?" You hummed in agreement and put the book back, moving along. "Do you think they might be done for real now?"

"No way." You moved to the smaller window behind the sofa and pulled its curtains away to look at the view. A hill decorated by a dense forest. "Yoonji is over her phone 24/7 waiting for him to text her."

He chuckled again. "I know for a fact Jimin is not taking this seriously. He laughs every time she texts him."

"As he should! She's a drama queen."

"Thank you!" Taehyung called out as if he had been struggling with this for a long time. With two long strides, he appeared next to you and forced you to look into his eyes. "Jimin gets mad at me every time I say that, but she is, isn't she?"

You were a little taken aback by how eager he seemed to be to find this one thing in common between the two of you: having had enough of your friends' relationship. You nodded with an amused smile. "Extremely."

He shook his head, pushing his hair back with a hand. "I honestly don't get how they make it work. Aren't they tired?" He turned serious again and looked at you with big eyes. "I could never have something like that. When I like someone, I want it to be Titanic, not Mr. and Mrs. Smith."

It took you a few seconds to reply, a little lost in his intense stare. But you shrugged. "I kind of get it. It keeps it fun and interesting. They've been together for three years now and yet it's still not boring. Like, they confess their love to each other every other week."

But he insisted. "I wouldn't need all of that to remind my girl how much I love her."

This was getting a little uncomfortable. He was a little too close, and a little too serious. So you leaned back and maneuvered around him, walking towards the door. "Alright, you do your thing with your relationship, they can do theirs." You turned to look at him right at the same time he did. "So, we'll be staying here together, right? I hope that's okay."

Taehyung shrugged just one shoulder. "If it's fine with you," he almost whispered.

You nodded once. "Well, as long as there is not only one bed," you smiled at your joke but he just frowned. You guessed he didn't read fanfiction. You cleared your throat. "The house seems big enough for the two of us, I'm sure we could go about our separate vacations without getting in each other's way."

"Sure, if that's what you want."

You nodded again and pointed to the door. "Should we choose our rooms?"

He clicked his tongue and moved past you. "Sorry, I have already chosen the big chamber on the east wing since I didn't expect company. You might want to get a room on the west wing to avoid me more efficiently." Taehyung walked quickly down the corridor without waiting for you, or even checking if you were following. Not that you had to be following, obviously. You thought he sounded a little annoyed, but you couldn't think of a reason why. If it was you being there, he'd have to get used to it 'cause you weren't going anywhere.

"Cool," you simply replied and followed. The man appeared in your line of view again only after you got in the lobby. He was standing by the staircase, looking at your abandoned suitcase. "I got it," you said automatically, only realizing he hadn't offered to carry it after he looked at you weirdly. You cleared your throat awkwardly, needing to change the subject. "Do you know where the kitchen is? I'm thirsty."

He motioned towards the corridor opposite the one you had just come from. "Down the hall, there's a small one," he said and started jogging up the stairs with his hands in his pockets.

You exhaled the moment he was out of view again. Being around him took up more of your energy than you expected. Which wasn't ideal for a vacation. The whole situation, to be honest, being isolated with Kim Taehyung in an old, strange house, wasn't ideal. You wondered if he felt so put out by it as you did while you walked around the house to find the kitchen. Definitely, you thought. He didn't want to be there with you, it was certain. Not necessarily because he'd shown something like that up until then, but because you knew exactly the type of guy he was. I'll tell you one thing: it wasn't a coincidence that you had such close, common friends, yet barely knew each other.

The kitchen was bigger than your living room, yet it was characterized as small? A long counter stretched all along the wall on the left, with three windows over it that overlooked the garden. There was an island in the middle and cabinets around the rest of the space. A very pleasant room, bright and with light colors on the furniture that went well with the green that posed on the window panes like self-illuminated paintings.

You put your whole face under the faucet and swallowed the very cold -cold like it was just now coming from a nearby river- water. After cleaning your dripping face with your hands, you did a short inspection. The cabinets and the fridge were filled with all kinds of foods, Mrs. Kim was right. You guessed that should have been the case, considering there weren't any markets anywhere close. But that also meant you had to cook all of your food. You and Taehyung. What were you going to do? Cook different meals or share?

That was a future problem. Now, you had to find a room. You dragged your suitcase up the stairs making a little too much noise and turned to the west wing without hesitation. There were a few rooms to choose from; a double room with navy blue wallpaper, a smaller one with a balcony, a more princess-looking room with a small bed and a boudoir. You picked the next one. It had a canopy, queen-sized bed with thick, purple curtains that matched the ones on the big window across the door, and a wooden wardrobe that looked like it was taken from the set of Beauty and the Beast. There was a small fireplace too, although it was not lit, it was still decorated.

A big smile appeared on your face at the sight of the cozy room. Perhaps the house would be worth it after all. Right before walking in, you quickly looked to your left, thinking you saw something, but when nothing was there you walked excitedly inside and closed the door. You tried opening the window to let some fresh air in, but it seemed to be stuck. Or maybe you just didn't know how to do it. It looked fragile and so you let it be, deciding against causing an accident. Instead, you took your clothes and your things out, organizing them around the room to make it more personal, and when you were done, you hoped on the rather tall bed with the softest mattress you had ever felt in your life and called your friend.

"Girl, you owe me big time after this!" you whisper-shouted at her when she picked up, still not certain of how soundproof the building was and not wanting to risk Taehyung hearing anything.

Yoonji giggled from the other end of the call. "Hey, girl! How is the Manor looking so far?"

"Oh, that part is fantastic," you said genuinely. "Still in awe you were stupid enough to let this thing go. But don't try to change my mind like that," you scolded her. You knew her too well for her manipulation to work on you. And she knew that, which is why she giggled again. "Why, oh, why is Kim freaking Taehyung here, Yoon?"

You could almost hear her pout. "Oh, babe, you know I didn't know he'd be there! It's not my fault."

"Well, yes, but when I agreed to do this, it was between having the place to myself or sharing with your boyfriend. I would–"

"Ex-boyfriend!"

"–much rather have Jimin here to annoy instead of stupid Taehyung annoying me," you said, rolling your eyes. You stared at the door then, thinking you'd heard something, but dismissing it as just the old house making noises.

"Oh, c'mon. Don't call him that. It's not his fault he got into this, either."

"You know how I feel about that boy!" you insisted.

"He's actually nice, Amy."

"To you. Because you're his best friend's girlfriend. He doesn't–"

"Ex-girlfriend..."

"–give a fuck about anyone else," you mumbled, playing with your hair. "Anyone who is beneath him and his stupid, rich ass is not worth being nice to, you know?"

Yoonji hummed. "I don't think he's that rich, he's just kind of famous. It's not the same."

You rolled your eyes and groaned. "That's not the point here." You got up and looked out the window. Air had picked up and was making the trees around the garden dance passionately. "I don't feel comfortable around him, so now I have to spend a whole week being weird and worried I might run into him no matter what I do."

Your roommate clicked her tongue disapprovingly at you. "Girl, I say give him a chance and get to know him. Who knows, you may become friends and when you get back we can all hang out together."

You smiled, raising an eyebrow even if she couldn't see it. "I thought you had broken up with Jimin, how are we gonna hang out all together?"

"Ah!" It really must have slipped her mind, too, which made it all that funnier. "You're right, don't become friends with him. You will never see him again, anyway," Yoonji was quick to correct herself.

You sighed, still smiling at your silly friend, as you propped one leg up on the window sill and leaned your head against the glass. "Can't I just leave, say, tomorrow?"

"Amy..."

"Too tired today," you added with a yawn.

"I think you should stay. First of all, if you leave, Jimin might come, and him with his self-proclaimed soulmate there would just make my blood boil, so we can't have that. But second of all, and most importantly, you are at a gorgeous Victorian Manor and all you do is complain about a gorgeous boy living with you. Things could be worse, Amy. He could have been an asshole and ugly." You burst out laughing. "So just enjoy it, okay? Fuck him and enjoy your stay. You won't ever get a chance like this again, Jimin paid for most of it, you know we could never afford that."

You rolled your eyes again, but as lovingly as you could. "Fine..." you succumbed to her words. "I guess I could put on my cute dress and go pick mushrooms and forget about the other guy."

Yoonji cheered. "That's the spirit! Go be a cottagecore fairy, baby, you deserve it."

"God, I hate you."

"Love you, too!"

Yeah, you should enjoy what you could from this. Maybe Taehyung wouldn't be such a pain in the ass. Not very likely, but maybe.

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Gateway Drug | Part Fifty-Eight

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I watch as Tommy and Nikki finish up their MTV interview to promote the new album, Nikki glancing at me every now and then.

"And, before we go, can you repeat those dates again for the release of the video of first single and the debut of the album?"

"Uh, the 'Girls, Girls, Girls' video--we're filming for that around the end of the month, the album's coming out between May fifth and May tenth, probably." Nikki states.

"Alright, you heard it here. May is gonna be the month of Mötley Crüe, obviously when those release details become more specific we will let you all at home know but for now just keep your eyes on May. Nikki, Tommy, it's always a great talk anytime you're in the studio with us, we appreciate you dropping by."

"No problem." Nikki says.

"Anytime, Dude." Tommy adds.

"Good luck with the album, it's gonna be at the top of the charts when it's out, I guarantee."

"Thanks, we really appreciate that." Tommy nods.

"And good luck also with shooting the video, I'm sure plenty of our audience will be looking forward to all the women, and of course we'll be looking forward to all the censoring we're gonna have to edit in." The interviewer's last line is sarcastic as he shakes their hands, and they laugh. "Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee of Mötley Crüe, folks. Don't go anywhere." He finishes as they cut, and Nikki waves me over, sitting his coffee cup down to reach for my water bottle in my hand.

I give it to him and he nearly drinks the entire thing before handing it back to me.

"Thank you, babe." He says to me, letting out a breath as the interviewer bids them one last "goodbye" as they stand up and stretch.

We have to meet Mick, Vince and Doc at their rehearsal space so they can continue their auditions for background singers.

So far, the girls that have tried out are either gorgeous but can't sing, and the ones who can sing like Whitney Houston aren't "hot enough to be on the same stage as Mötley Crüe", even though I've seen them hook up with far worse.

I haven't said a word about 'You're All I Need' because the giant, heavy scratch my key left on the entire passenger side of Nikki's brand new car will say plenty when he finally notices it.

So far he hasn't even driven the thing since he's been back. It's just been in the garage.

"...Okay, thank you for your time." Nikki pipes to the pretty dark-haired girl with almost honey colored eyes.

I think she's on the "hot but talentless" list.

"Dude, we're never gonna find fucking singers." Tommy groans, rubbing his face.

"Viv, can you sing?" Vince whines.

"Like chalk against a chalk board." I reply blankly and he sighs.

"All this has been is just hours and hours of disappointment with a few good blowjobs in between." Vince states.

"Just shut up and be patient." Mick tells them.

Doc sends the next girl in, and I see everyone's faces light up because she's pretty.

Blonde hair, a nice figure, and she dresses the part.

"Hi." She greets us with a smile.

"Hi." Vince grins back.

"I-I'm Donna McDaniel." She says next.

"Okay, here's some lyrics." Nikki hands her a sheet of paper with the main lines of a few of their songs she'd have to sing backup for and she takes it. "Start when you're ready."

The relief on their faces when she starts, makes me want to laugh.

She's attractive and she can sing.

"When you leave, tell Doc that we're interested, and he'll lead you to where you can stay until we finish up." Nikki informs her and she nods, handing the music back to him.

"Thank you." She tells them as she steps out.

"No, thank you." Vince says out of earshot, looking a little more hopeful that they'll find their second singer.

And sure enough, they do.

Within forty more minutes, they're sending everyone else home after another blonde, named "Emi" but she pronounces it "Amy", comes in.

I can see Vince's mind churning up how to get her and Donna to fuck around with him, and Nikki can see it, too.

Once Emi is sent to wait with Donna, Nikki's going into military sergeant mode.

"If we hire them," he starts, pointing at Tommy and Vince, "nobody fucks them. Got it?"

"What? Why?" Vince looks heartbroken.

"You don't shit in your own backyard, man, that's why. They're employees, we're the bosses."

"Yeah, Vinnie, we can't have employees having us wrapped around their finger." Tommy adds with a nod.

"It's the easiest pussy there possibly will ever be, are you serious?" Vince complains.

"If it's so easy, why did they both turn you down already?" I point out and he glares at me.

"Just. Don't. Fuck. Them. Got it?" Nikki sternly asks.

I guess now is a good time to mention that Nikki fucked Donna on the "Girls" tour.

The closer we got to tour, the more adamant Nikki was about cutting his addiction.

But, despite him constantly saying "I'm done with it" and throwing away everything to get high on, I'd always find him crawling around in our yard, naked, with his shot gun...carrying on about midgets and Mexicans.

It wouldn't take the neighbors five minutes to call and let me know he was out there.

Trying to tell them a believable excuse was the hard part.

I let out a soft breath, pulling the covers tighter over me, drifting further and further into sleep as the sound of our ceiling fan and Nikki flickering his lighter from the closed closet every now and again moves through the room, and lulls me to sleep.

I don't know what time it is when I wake up to the sound of Nikki screaming, running out of our room, but I force myself to sit up as quickly as I can and go after him.

I turn on the light in the hallway just in time to see him pressing the "panic" button on our security system contact box, which alerts West Tech, our security company, and they send out one of their people to come check on the situation.

"Nikki, what the hell?!" I ask him and he turns to look at me, pissed off and paranoid.

"I'm tired of these bastards not giving us any peace."

"W-What? Who?"

"You know who!"

"Nikki, what are you talking about?!"

He had smoked his crack and convinced himself our security had bugged the house and were watching him, constantly.

Then, he had decided "no, it's the FBI that's watching me" and gained the courage to set off the alarm to our security that something wasn't right.

And then, by the time West Tech arrived, Nikki was turning on them, again.

"Nikki, let me get to the door." I tell him calmly as the knocking continues.

"Fuck off!" Nikki shouts.

"Mr. Sixx, it's Chris with West Tech--"

"--Get off of my fucking property or I'll fucking shoot you!" He screams as we stand on the other side of the door, his shotgun ready. "You motherfuckers have bugged my house and I'm not fucking taking it anymore!"

"Mr. Sixx--"

They stop trying the second Nikki cracks the door open, and points his gun at all of them.

I hear them scatter to their van, the tires screeching as they quickly make a break for it.

He slams the door shut and locks it, the both of us waiting in silence until we decide they're gone.

"You called our security...then shot at them because they answered the call..." I point out to him, exhausted, and he looks down at me. "I'm sleeping in the guest bedroom." I state.

I lock the door behind me and climb into the bed, hearing Nikki go back to our bedroom, and I envy Karen for staying over at a friend's house because Nikki is starting to really wear me down with his shit.

The next few nights consists of Nikki, Tommy, me and the director working on the music video, Wayne Isham, trying to decide what strip club would be best to film the video for "Girls, Girls, Girls" at.

And me and Nikki arguing over another matter that is too be determined:

"I said I'm not gonna be in the video." I repeat to Nikki, crossing my arms and he raises a brow.

"Babe, it's not that serious." Nikki states.

"I already told you I'm not comfortable with it."

"You wear bikinis all the time, you wear thongs and bras all the time...It's not like I'm gonna have you up there topless or anything." He motions to the stage of the Seventh Veil.

"Nikki, I'm not comfortable with it. Why can't you just let that go?"

"Why can't you be more fun?"

"Nikki, it's fine if she doesn't want to." Tommy lightly tells him with a chuckle.

Nikki doesn't even hear him, too busy focusing on me to see if he cracked me or not.

"Are you fellas good on drinks?" A scantily clad cocktail waitress asks us.

"We're fine, thanks." Wayne tells her with a decent amount of class...but that doesn't sit well with Tommy and Nikki.

"Okay, my name's Tabby if you guys need anything, let me know."

Before she can smile and walk away, Tommy's stopping her.

"Actually, there is something else, Tabby." He states, smiling, and she grins politely.

"What can I get for you?"

He motions for her to come closer and he gets in her ear, with Nikki smirking, knowing exactly what he was proposing to the pretty brunette.

Her face pales, and she glances at me before awkwardly giving Tommy nudge with her elbow as if he were joking.

His face shifts to one of seriousness.

"What, you think I'm joking?" He asks her and she tries to keep from looking too uncomfortable, giving all of us a small smile before saying:

"I've gotta get back to work. Let me know when you guys need a refill, you know it's on the house."

She walks away and Nikki and Tommy chuckle.

That was the first time I had seen a woman get uncomfortable around the guys.

Usually they were all for whatever it is Tommy or Vince suggest doing with them...I later found out Tommy had suggested to Tabby that he and Nikki meet her in the bathroom to tag team her.

That's why she had looked almost sick looking at me, when he was whispering in her ear.

She was probably thinking:

"Bless her naive heart."

Me nor Wayne bother to ask any questions about the incident before we're getting ready to go.

The guys and Wayne talk to the owner about possibly shooting the video and he's all for it, giving them the day after tomorrow to get it done.

I'm too busy thinking about what Nikki said earlier to really listen all that much.

"Why can't you be more fun?" who the hell does he think he is? Oh, right, he's "NiKkI fUcKiNg SiXx."

Once we're stepping outside and telling Wayne "bye", Nikki and Tommy are putting in to going to the Cathouse.

I just want to go home.

"I don't feel like going all the way back home, then coming all the way back." Nikki complains and I furrow my brows a little.

"Nikki, it's..." I grab his wrist to pull his jacket sleeve up and look at his watch. It's nearly 3:00am. "...2:53."

"Then just call a cab." He suggests.

"Are you on smack right now?" I don't sugarcoat the question. "You're being a bigger asshole than you are when you're sober." I add.

"Fuck off!" He snaps at me.

I can tell Tommy wants to say something, but keeps quiet.

"Fine." I say, turning on my heel to the payphone down the way.

I realize I don't have any money to pay for it, but before I can go back and ask Nikki for some change, he and Tommy are off.

So I find my next option.

I walk nearly an hour to the Franklin and get to where Duff's staying, only to find him, and none of the guys are home.

I feel like crying, but decide this isn't the end of the world before I calm down and sit by his door like a lost puppy.

I wake up to the feeling of someone nudging me awake with their shoe, and I'm met with Izzy looking down at me.

"Izzy." I greet him.

"Viv." He replies blankly. "Did you leave or were you thrown out?" He asks me and I roll my eyes before he gives me the slightest hint of a smile before it fades and he's nodding across the hall. "C'mon."

I stand up as he unlocks his apartment and motions me inside.

"You can stay here until Duff gets in." He says.

"Thank you." I reply, sitting on the couch as he hands me a shitty blanket.

"I'm gonna go scrub the lipstick and regret from my balls." He informs me, heading to the bathroom.

"At least you regret it." I say back.

"Nah, I don't regret getting a blowjob from a random girl, I regret not nailing her." He corrects me and I don't even hide my laughter.

Once he's done, he's stepping across the hall to see if Duff's back. Apparently he is because Izzy's coming to get me.

"Fuck off, Sixxette." He takes the blanket from me and I gladly head towards Duff's place.

When I get inside, Duff's passed out on the couch, snoring, and smelling like a bar.

I walk over to him, gently shaking him awake, and he let's out another groan.

"Go away." He waves his hand, his eyes closed, and I raise a brow.

"Duff, it's Viv. C'mon, at least go get in your bed so you won't feel worse tomorrow."

He perks up at the sound of my voice, lifting his head, rubbing his eyes.

"I've...is this a dream? 'Cause usually you're naked and 'Purple Rain' is playing." He slurs and I feel my face heat up in embarrassment.

"No, it isn't a dream...and I didn't need to know that but thank you, I guess." I reply, pulling his boots off.

I help him stand, his tall, lanky figure towering over me.

"You look pretty, were you on a date?" He asks when I get him to sit on his bed, helping him not fall over as he tries to take off his shirt and gets caught in it.

"Er...kinda?" I shrug and he nods. "Were you on a date?" I ask when a condom wrapper falls from his jacket and he scrunches his face up.

"Er...kinda." He replies in the same tone, rubbing his face and I laugh. "Hey, I'm a bachelor now, Viv. I'm gullible. I mean elgib--no, estrang...or amb...what the fuck is that word?"

"Eligible?"

"Yeah, that one." He coughs, taking his belt off as I pick up his scattered dirty clothes and put them against his wall in a pile.

When I turn back around, I get a split-second's worth of an eyeful of him completely naked and snap back around, covering my eyes.

"Ohh...I should've told you I'm freeballing." He says.

"Just..." I turn around, keeping my eyes closed, holding my hand out for his pants so I can put them in the pile with his other clothes.

"Are you reaching for it or something?" He laughs and, again, my face is bright red.

"No, Duff, I'm not reaching for it. I need your pants." I inform him.

He laughs some more, throwing the pants my way and I take them and put them in the pile as he crawls into bed and under the covers.

"By the way, it's bigger than that." He informs me and I furrow my brows and look at him.

"What?"

"It's cold in here so..."

I realize he's referring to his dick and I scream internally.

"...Okay, Duff, too much informa--"

"--I'm packing. That's all I'm saying. I'm like a can of Spam. Lotta meat in--"

"--Shh!" I blush even more, squeezing my eyes shut.

"Oh, oops."

"Jeez. Goodnight, Duff." I'm about to go sleep on the couch.

"Where ya going?" He asks me when I turn the light off.

"Sleeping on the couch."

"You can sleep in here, I can take the couch." He sits up.

"No, no. You're not gonna feel good tomorrow just sleep in here, really, it's fine."

"Well, are you gonna be okay? You don't sleeping by yourself."

I sigh, wishing it were that simple.

"Duff, we can't do that. Nikki wrote an entire song about wanting to kill me, and it was because he thinks something's happening between you and I." I explain.

"Nikki accusing you of cheating?" There's an uncomfortable wait before he says, "that's fucking rich."

"Yeah, well, he doesn't like it so out of respect for him--"

"--I don't fucking respect him." He mumbles.

"Duff, you're drunk. Just sleep it off."

"You're right. I should shut the fuck up let the universe deal him his fucking cards."

I ignore him saying so, turning to leave, but I stop myself.

I'm only here to begin with because Nikki couldn't just take me back home.

I step back to the bed, taking my heels and jacket off.

I take the extra pillow under mine and put it between us as I get into bed.

"Goodnight, Duff." I say quietly, turning my back to him.

"G'night, Viv."

Nikki would have had an absolute fit had he known, then again, I wasn't fucking Duff, I had no intention of doing so, and I told Nikki exactly where I ended up staying the next day.

The sun glitters through the window of Duff's room, hitting my face, and I blink my eyes open, feeling Duff breathing in and out.

Sometime during the night I must've broken past the pillow partition because, although I'm facing away from him, my back is pulled to his side, the side of my face is resting against his bicep, my shoulder tucked under the pit of his arm, and the arm that my face is against, is wrapped around me, his hand resting against my stomach.

I turn to look at him, seeing his peaceful expression as he sleeps contently.

My mind drifts back to that dream I once had about him.

I hate that Nikki thinks anything is going on between Duff and I, but it's my fault.

I lied about seeing him, I lied by omittion at the beginning by not even telling Nikki about him...a part of me wants to think if I were to tell Nikki about me dreaming I had sex with Duff, it'd be a wake up call that our issues are more serious than he believed.

I mean, when you're in a committed relationship and you can picture yourself having sex with someone you're close to, to the point your subconscious creates this entire fantasized scenario, there's something wrong that needs to be talked about.

But another part of me knows he'll flip his shit, call me a "whore" and probably file for divorce.

So, keeping it to myself it is.

My eyes go to my crucifix lying on the bedside table, and I reach out for it.

I taken it off last night when I felt too guilty for sweeping in the same bed as Duff, knowing Nikki wouldn't like it.

I thought if I took it off, I wouldn't feel bad anymore.

And I didn't.

When I was a teenager I would take that necklace off anytime I did something I thought my mother would disapprove of. Whether it was cheating on homework assignments, or, eventually, fucking Nikki Sixx.

I ended up picking that habit back up once Duff and I started getting closer, except instead of avoiding the disapproval of my mother, I was fleeing the disapproval of Nikki.

One thing I didn't take in to consideration, however, taking it off left me at risk for leaving a track.

Just like Mick had put together I had slept with Nikki because my crucifix was on his bedroom floor back in '81, halfway through the "Girls" tour with Guns N' Roses, I accidentally left my track on the bathroom counter in Duff's room, where Nikki went to throw up while he was hanging out with him, Slash, and Steven.

What they should teach in children's church: if you're going to sin, keep any religious jewelry or articles of clothing on.

Whomever the hell you worship already knows you're up to no good.

[lunellumcas]

Sam's connection to Rowena is that he feels sorry she was raped by Lucifer and also he'll have to kill her one day. Sam's canon connection to Gabriel is that Gabriel killed Dean 2300 times to teach him a lesson. I fail to see why Sam would want to fuck either of them?

Alright my anonymous friend,

I’m not sure how much of this is a genuine query and how much is you just expressing umbrage, so I’m just going to give you my general thoughts, since when do I ever not take the opportunity to pontificate.

First, I’d like to put it out there that canon is in the eye of the beholder. For example, you wrote in your ask “Sam’s connection to Rowena is that he feels sorry she was raped by Lucifer.” But from my own casual observation I would say there are a significant amount of people who would disagree that it is canon that Rowena was raped by Lucifer. I recognize that the language used in reference to her experience evokes rape in a very purposeful way. However, the facts we are given do not include sexual assault. We know he choked her and then burned her alive, and that he showed her his “true face.” Disregarding the possibility of unreliable narrators and lying characters, that is what is “canon” about her experience. Though Lucifer describes the encounter in a rapey way, he does not say the word rape or use doublespeak or euphemisms for sex. He does not say he forced her to have sex. Many people take that to mean that the rapey subtext her experience is couched in is not adding new facts, but rather coloring the facts we have been explicitly given. It is very common in tv-writing to use subtext to draw parallels between rape and various sci-fi encounters that don’t happen in real life and thus are more difficult to be understood and empathized with if we are not given hints as to what lens to view them through. (e.g., Cas describing possession as a violation etc. this episode.) Thus, both interpretations exist and could be considered canon, or not.

I want to make it clear that I am not saying you are wrong if you are sure that Rowena was raped by Lucifer. All this is just to say, canon is varied. It’s fluid, it has degrees of truth and clarity, and in practice, it is up to interpretation.

I don’t necessarily disagree with your interpretation as described in the ask. But I subscribe to a viewing of the situation that leaves room for a bit more. If you remember, Rowena has been around for three seasons now. Sam’s “connection” to her is much more varied and nuanced than what happened in the last two episodes she was in. While they’ve experienced some deeply emotional conversations lately, it only adds to their history. Even if that was their only positive interaction, it’s not unheard-of to build a sexual relationship on mutual experiences of trauma, sexual or otherwise.

Further, there’s nothing in canon that definitively says or even suggests to me that Sam doesn’t want to sleep with Rowena. As I see it, Sam has some canon history sleeping with or possibly wanting to sleep with women that he knows are dangerous (Ruby, Bela—though that one is left pretty up to interpretation. Lilith—though I recognize that was coercive and confusing and we can talk about this if you’re concerned about viewing such examples as representative of Sam’s sexual desires. I might also put Amy Pond and even Annie Hawkins and Pamela in this category.) All I’m saying is that Sam doesn’t talk about what he likes very much. As Sam-fans we tend to do a lot of extrapolating. Some people take Sam’s disinterest or discomfort to mean that he is demi-sexual. I take it to mean that he could be attracted to anybody or nobody—we don’t know.

But based on my interpretation of canon Sam, I think he could be attracted to Rowena. It’s neither canon nor not canon, but one can find canon to support it: Sam and Rowena’s interactions are often emotionally charged and sometimes their traded insults could be seen as having flirtatious undertones. Yeah Rowena has (canonically) done terrible things. But she has also (canonically) changed a lot since then. They pointed that out explicitly in her last ep. I actually legitimately would not be surprised if Sam has entertained sexy thoughts about Rowena or has found himself recognizing a sexual attraction to her. I do not think he is at a point where he would consider actually going through with it… But it could still be a bit of a blow for him to realize it isn’t likely to be an option if Rowena’s busy boinking Gabe (and really? Gabe over him?).

Just because sam has never said he wants to hit that doesn’t mean he doesn’t. Just because Rowena has killed people doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to sleep with her. They’ve all done things they’re not proud of.

And speaking of, Gabriel has also changed a lot in the TEN YEARS since he did what he did to Sam and Dean as the Trickster. Sam has changed too. And their shared dynamic is now different as well. They’ve been talking to each other about what is forgivable and what isn’t—and I think it is within Sam to forgive Gabe and grow to care for him.

I don’t personally think that Sam wants to have sex with Gabriel, but there’s potential.

Now in the interest of clarity in case anyone wants to argue about what they think I feel on this subject: though I have appreciated the SamGabe interactions this season, I have never shipped sabriel. Mystery spot is one of my favorite episodes and I haven’t forgotten about it. I have always been sort of nonplussed why people ship Sam with someone who did that stuff to him. But the fact is, people DO ship them. This is a very well-known ship. I think most people recognize its crack ship qualities, but regardless, people ship it.

The post this ask is about was jokey and it was geared towards fans—I’m not actually talking to Sam, and on some level, this post is much more about the audience than it is about him. The point is, samwitch and sabriel are two ships that have been gaining traction in fandom lately. People see potential there (wrong or right in your humble opinion). And the momentum for both ships stalled in this episode, and that’s a little disappointing for people who want to see Sam get the chance to explore an active role in his sex life.

Granted, he maybe has more important things to deal with right now.