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fandom-alley · 1 year ago

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Want You Like That

Summary: Spencer has a massive crush on a NYC based pop rock singer, thanks to Penelope getting him addicted to the tiktok app. He convinces the team to see her perform at a bars grand opening after their latest case in the city. He has the best night of his life. Pairing: Spencer Ried/Fem Reader Content: Fluff, smut Warnings: alcohol consumption, age gap, sex 18+Work Count: 6.1k a/n: Spencer's addiction storyline does not exist in this story

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Song inspiration for this story: Want You Like That by Charlotte Sands Bad Day by Charlotte Sands Snow Angel by Renee Rapp Vampire by Olivia Rodrigo

It had been 182 days since Spencer Reid had stumbled upon Y/n and her band on tiktok. He wouldn’t have found her, become almost obsessed with her, if it wasn’t for Penelope introducing him to the addicting app. Spencer had almost been late to work on multiple occasions since she downloaded the app for him, thanks to getting lost in the mesmerizing one to three minute videos Y/n posted multiple times a day.

He had to catch up on them every morning while he had his coffee, which would get cold sitting on the table as he scrolled and watched, getting sucked into the time vortex that was tikok.

Spencer didn’t even care to use the app enough to get a for you page that was tailored to his interests. All he used the app for was to watch Y/n and her distracting cotton candy blue and pink hair. Her cute little dances, or her day in the life in New York City, or clips from her and her band performing in night clubs and bars. He was mesmerized by the black and grey ink that stained her arms and legs, and he would let his imagination go wild on if or where her other tattoo’s lived beneath her clothing.

If he had to say what his preferred genre of music was, he would probably say classical. The likes of Beethoven and Mozart. If you had asked him 182 days ago if he would become obsessed with pop rock he would have laughed. Although technically he wasn’t obsessed with all pop rock artists. Just Y/n and her band.

When the BAU was brought in on a case in NYC, Spencer's mind immediately went to thoughts of running into Y/n on the streets. Or in a coffee shop. Or even, and he couldn't even believe his brain thought of this, saving her from an unsub. However, none of those scenarios came to light. The case was cut and dry and solved within 48 hours.

"Well, looks like that's it for us," Emily said to the team. They were crowded around a small table in the New York city police department. "Let's go back to the hotel, pack up, and head to the airport."

Spencer's shoulders slouched in defeat. He wouldn't be running into Y/n this time around in New York city.

Just as they were packing up to leave, Emily's phone rang. While she was occupied, the rest of the team took out their phones as well. As inconspicuous as he could be, Spencer opened tiktok on his own device. He made sure the phone was muted, with his closed captions on, and went right to Y/n’s page. He didn't need sounds to appreciate her beauty and talents.

He was shocked to find a new video posted just a few minutes ago, so he eagerly clicked on it. Before it could even play all the way through he hit the little heart on the side and added the video to his favourites file.

As Spencer watched and read the subtitles on the video, he realized this was a surprise announcement. Y/n and her band were playing an exclusive show tonight at the grand opening of a new bar around the corner from their hotel.

Spencer's heart dropped into the pit of his stomach. They were set to leave tonight, and he would miss it. She would be so close, and he wasn’t going to get the opportunity to see her in real life. But then his brain went into overdrive, trying to think of possible reasons he could tell the team why he wasn't going to be heading back with them tonight. He could fake an illness. Or say his mom was on her way to the city and he was to be her tour guide.

They would see right through him. Spencer wasn’t great at making things up. The one time he lied to the team about having a head cold and wasn’t able to fly with them for fear of ear drum damage, he actually just wanted to attend the all night multi showing of the Halloween movies. Emily caught on in an instant but she let him have his night. Then made him complete all their paperwork when they were back as punishment.

"There's something wrong with the jet," Emily said to the team when she hung up her call. "Some system rebooting or something. They've booked us on a commercial flight back, but it doesn't leave until tomorrow morning. Everyone okay with that?"

Spencer couldn't believe his ears. Did he wish this into existence? He wanted an extra night in the city and now he got it.

"Fine by me. I could use a night out in the city," Tara laughed.

"How about we all go out together?" JJ suggested.

"Team bonding experience," said Luke. "Where should we go?"

They were quiet for a few moments as they thought of all the places and things they could do in one night in New York city.

"There's a grand opening for a bar not too far from the hotel. We could go there?" Spencer suggested to the team.

"That's a good idea! We wouldn't have to worry about taxis and trains trying to get back to the hotel. How did you hear about this?" Emily asked.

"I just saw a flyer somewhere for it," Spencer shrugged. "There's going to be live music and specialty drinks."

“I never thought I’d see the day where Spencer suggests going to a bar instead of an obscure foreign movie playing at an underground theatre at midnight.” laughed JJ.

“Well, now that you mention it, JJ, there is a movie playing tonight at this really cool-”

“No!�� The team yelled in unison, cutting him off mid sentence.

“We’re going to the bar. It’s final.” Emily said. Spencer bit back his smile as he tried to hide his excitement.

It was already pretty late into the evening, and the party at the bar was set to start in just over an hour. Not wanting to waste another second of free time, since it was so rare for them, the team raced into their Government-issued vehicles and drove back to the hotel. With a quick confirmation that they would meet in the lobby in half an hour and walk to the bar together, they disappeared into their respective rooms.

Spencer spent a few minutes pacing the length of his room, his thoughts once again on overdrive. He was about to see Y/n in person. A girl he never thought he would actually get to see. He was about to see all the stuff that had hypnotised him in her videos, in real life. Like her vibrant colourful hair swaying back and forth as she ran across stage, or the swirling inky vine that made it’s up her arm and disappeared under her clothing. But most importantly he was about to hear her angelic yet angry voice as she sang her songs that were a mixture of angsty pop and rock.

After all these thoughts, Spencer realized he needed to start getting ready or he would be late meeting the team. After the quickest shower he’s ever had, to wash the stressful day away, he got dressed in the only clothes he had. A pair of dress pants, and a purple collard shirt. He went without the matching tie.

With one minute to spare, Spencer made it downstairs to the lobby where the team was waiting.

“Cutting it close, pretty boy,” Tara laughed as she slapped a sheepish looking Spencer on the back.

Spencer was on autopilot mode as they walked the few blocks to the bar. He was lost in thoughts, trailing a few steps behind. However, once they reached the bar and stood in the short line to the entrance, his heart felt like it was in his throat. This was it. This was happening.

The wait to get in was short. The bouncer checked their ID’s, which made them all feel giddy and like teenagers, since they were all in their 40’s or more by now. The girls took that giddiness and went right to get celebratory shots at the bar. Spencer and Luke followed behind them, and when Spencer was handed a shot by JJ with a raised eyebrow, Spencer threw it back, barely wincing as the sting of alcohol made its way down his throat. He wasn’t one to drink much, the hangover headaches weren’t worth it for him, since he usually needed his brain to be in complete working order for his profession. But tonight? Tonight he felt like he needed a little extra help to calm those nerves.

What are the odds that I’ll even get to talk to her? He asked himself. Before he could do the actual maths and figure it out, the bartender was getting his attention, asking him if he wanted a drink. He ordered a rum and coke, then went and stood near his friends.

While sipping his way too strong to be a single shot of rum drink, he surveyed the bar. It was definitely new. The floor didn’t feel sticky, none of the tables looked chipped or graffitied on, and everything still had that new smell. A large stage at the back of the bar was lit up, where an artist he had never heard of was performing. Right below the bar was the dance floor, with tables and booths lining the walls. Upstairs were other tables, where Spencer watched as a waitress dressed in way too tight clothing to be comfortable, served a tray of food to a group of rowdy guys.

Spencer was definitely over dressed for a bar. Even his friends had managed to pack themselves with clothing that wasn't work related.

It wasn't long before Emily was whisked away by a guy, Luke found himself surrounded by a group of girls, and JJ and Tara were off to the side chatting. Spencer found himself wandering into the crowd near the stage.

“Hey there,” a girl said, running her hand up his arm to grab his attention. Spencer jumped back, surprised by the action. “You look a little lost. Can I help you find the way?” She batted her eyes at him.

“I’m okay, thank you,” he politely declined. She sighed and rolled her eyes, moving on to the next boy since she didn’t get her way. Spencer watched as she walked right up to someone younger and played the same move, except he accepted and whisked her away to a dark spot in the room. Spencer turned away and continued making his way closer to the stage.

He managed to find a spot close to the front that was off to the side, slightly hidden behind one of the massive speakers that was sure to hurt his hearing later in the evening. He stood awkwardly, sipping on his drink.

Finally, the lights lowered in the building and people started crowding closer to the stage. Spencer held his spot, being careful not to spill his drink on the girls who stood in front of him as he was jostled around. His heart sped up as he watched the shadowy figures of Y/n and her band make their way onto the stage in the dark.

There were a few breaths of silence before a spotlight lit up on the guitar players as they began to play, then the moment Spencer didn't know he was holding his breath for. The lights shone upon Y/n and she began to sing. Spencer watched in awe as she jumped around the stage with her band, dressed in a breathtaking black leather outfit, her blue and pink hair flowing with her. God, he wanted to run his fingers through that hair. Every time she made her way to his side of the stage his breathing would speed up and his heart would skip beats.

Spencer chugged the rest of his drink, feeling the alcohol go straight to his head. Seriously, how many shots did that bartender put in there? Whatever, he revelled in the light feeling it gave him. He started to loosen up and move his body with the music, following along with the people surrounding him. The girls in front of him took notice, and they screamed and yelled and grabbed onto his arms, pulling him into their little group.

They were clearly surprised that someone in a business casual getup was in a bar dancing and singing along to the live music, and they loved it. Spencer actually found himself having fun. He took his eyes off of Y/n to laugh with the girls around him as they each took turns grabbing his hands and jumping up and down with him as they sang along.

“I had a no good really bad messed up day!” They sang, or more like yelled, along. Spencer didn’t even realize that they had gathered their own little crowd that was cheering them on as they let loose.

He also didn’t realize Y/n had moved onto the next song because he was having so much fun, until he looked up at a particular lyric and found her staring right at him.

Spencer lost the motor function to his body. His new crowd of girls continued to dance around him as he breathlessly watched Y/n make her way across to the stage to his side as she sang, eyes locked on him the whole time.

“I brace for the damage. You’re perfect, I panic. So happy, it’s tragic,” Y/n sang, and as she got closer to Spencer she pointed her finger right at him. “Yeah, I want you like that.”

Spencer’s breath left him. The girls started screaming louder as Y/n pointed at him, and they shook him around in excitement that he was getting noticed by her.

Y/n gave him a wink, and Spencer felt as if he was 15 again, like he was going to faint because he just got noticed by his crush.

Not able to spend her whole set standing there looking at Spencer, Y/n continued on with the next song and moving about the stage. But Spencer noticed every chance she got, she was now sending looks his way. It made his heart flutter every single time.

“Do you know her?” One of the girls around him asked. Well, more like yelled to be heard over the music. Spencer bent down to reply closer to her ear so he wouldn’t have to yell as much.

“No, but I’m pretty sure I’m in love with her.”

The girl smiled and laughed, and for a second Spencer thought she was about to make fun of him. Here he was, clearly older and at a bar fawning over a much younger woman who would probably never give him the time of day, she was so out of his league. But the look she gave him said anything but mockery.

“What’s your name?” she asked instead of pointing out the obvious facts that he didn’t really belong in this crowd.

“Spencer. What’s yours?”

“I’m Ellie. It’s really nice to meet you, Spencer.”

“You too. Thank you for dancing with me.”

“It was my pleasure. I’m gonna run to the bathroom. I might lose you in the crowd but I had so much fun!”

She was gone before he could even say goodbye.

Spencer spent the duration of Y/n’s last few songs on stage taking it all in. He was finally seeing her in person, and she was even better live than in her tiktoks. And not to mention just absolutely gorgeous. His heart squeezed at the thought of never getting to tell her just how beautiful she was. But like he had thought earlier, she was out of his league and he didn’t really belong with this crowd.

When Y/n sang the last note of her last song, the bar erupted into shouts and applause, clearly having loved her performance. Spencer joined right in with everyone. He watched intently as Y/n bowed, thanked her band, and then she turned around and blew a kiss right to Spencer.

He didn’t know how to react. He just stood there stunned and watched as they made their way off the stage. His crowd of girls tried to get his attention and talk to him, but he just thanked them for a fun evening and turned to leave.

Before he could make his way out of the bar to meet up with the team, his path was blocked by a rather large security man.

“Are you Spencer?” he asked in a voice so deep it vibrated Spencer’s ear drums.

“Yes, sir.” he swallowed.

“Come this way.” The man walked along the side wall and Spencer had no choice but to follow. Soon they made their way into a staff only entrance door, and Spencer wondered if he was about to be arrested for being 40 years old in a bar. Because what else had he done that would warrant an arrest tonight? Not that being old in a bar was arrest worthy either, but it was all his hazy brain could think of right now.

Clearly in the backstage area, Spencer spotted members of Y/n’s band packing away their instruments. He tried to crane his neck to see if he could spot her, but the intimidating security man led him down a secluded hallway and then into a room with an unmarked door. He didn’t say anything else as he left Spencer standing there, closing the door tightly as he exited the room.

Confused, Spencer looked around him. The lights were dim, and there was a couch pushed against the far wall, and the opposite wall held some mirrors above tables that were covered in beauty products. A clothing rack was next to the door, where a few outfits hung from.

Is this a dressing room? Why did I just get put into a dressing room? He questioned himself.

After what felt like hours but was probably just a minute or two, he heard a voice behind him that made him jump.

“You can take a seat, you know.”

It was Y/n.

Spencer turned around and his breath caught in his throat. She was no longer wearing the black leather outfit she wore on stage, but instead was in a baggy t-shirt with a pair of leggings. Her face was free of the stage makeup, still a little bit wet so Spencer assumed she had been in an adjoining bathroom since he didn’t see her when he first walked in.

“You're Spencer, right?” she asked him.

Unable to form words right now, he nodded his head yes, making her smile. He cleared his throat so he could find his voice. “How did you know?”

“I recognized you from your tiktok profile. You like a bunch of my stuff, it’s hard to miss.” Spencer blushed at her words, at being caught admiring her. “I kept checking your profile, hoping to see you post something but you never did.”

“My friend kind of made me get the account. And then I just got hooked,” Spencer confessed.

“On tiktok?” Y/n laughed. “I know, right. It’s such an addictive app.”

“No, not on tiktok. On you.”

He managed to make Y/n speechless this time.

“Well, flattery will get you everywhere.”

It took Spencer a while to realize an important fact, because he was too busy being distracted by how beautiful Y/n looked so close in person. But once his head cleared a little bit, he remembered.

“Wait, how did you know my name was Spencer? I didn’t catch this earlier because I was distracted by how beautiful you are, but I don’t have my name on my tiktok profile.”

“I know, Dr. Reid.” Y/n said in a sultry voice. Dr. Reid was the name he went by on the app, as chosen by Penelope. “I got my friend Ellie to ask your name on the dance floor. She didn’t disappoint.”

“Ellie is your friend?” He asked, dumfounded. That girl he thought was about to make fun of him was actually spying on him for Y/n? What was happening tonight.

"I only thought it was fair I got to know your name since you already knew mine." Y/n chuckled. "And I've got to know, are you actually a doctor?" She eyed him up, taking in his outfit and dishevelled curly hair. Her big brown eyes looked hungry, and Spencer was getting lost in them.

"Yes but not in the medical sense. I have PhDs." He said quickly, not wanting to get all geeky and into details about his schooling. On any other occasion he would, but in Y/n’s dressing room? Not the time.

“Well, Doctor. Take a seat.” She pointed to the couch, and Spencer did as he was told. Y/n followed soon after, sitting right beside him. Practically on his lap. He gulped as he tried to keep his hands to himself.

“You were really great tonight,” he said.

“Thank you. You looked like you were having fun, surrounded by all those girls,” she replied with a teasing sparkle in her eyes.

“Yeah, uh, they were fun,” he croaked out.

“I know something we could do that would be even more fun,” Y/n said as she ran the tip of her finger up and down the length of his thigh.

“Aren't I a little old for you?” Spencer whispered. He was clenching his hands, trying not to reach out and grab Y/n, which he so desperately wanted to do.

“How old are you? 35?”

“I’m 40.” he stated.

“You don’t look it,” she purred into his ear. “So what’s a little 10 year age gap? My parents have a 13 year gap.”

She was straddling his lap now, inches away from sitting on the growing hard bulge in his pants. She ran the tips of her black painted nails up the length of his neck, tracing his adams apple as it bobbed with each gulp he took.

“Oh,” was all he could manage to reply.

“I gotta say, I was surprised to see you tonight. I’ve been looking for your face in the crowd of all my shows, never knowing if you’d ever actually show up or not.” she confessed.

“You have?”

“Of course. You’re probably my most active tiktok follower in terms of engaging with my posts. I was curious to see you in person, but then you never showed up.”

“I’m not from this state. It was just one of the best coincidences that could happen that made it possible for us to come tonight.” Spencer was surprised his words were coming out so clear, since his thoughts were consumed with the knowledge that this beautiful woman was sitting on his lap, hands now in his hair and massaging his scalp. He let out a content sigh and closed his eyes, loving the feeling when she would scrape across his scalp with her nails before soothing the area with the pads of her fingers.

“Us?”

“My team.” he nodded, completely unaware that he wasn't making sense to her.

When she removed her hands from his hair he opened his eyes again to find her watching him.

“Team?” she asked with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. She knew exactly what her actions were doing to his brain.

“My work team. We were in the city on a case, I convinced them all to come tonight so I could watch you live. So I wouldn't have to tell them all about my crush on an out of my league much younger woman,” he spilled.

“Crush you say?” Y/n spoke in hushed tones, getting closer to his ear so he could hear her better. She started to place feather light kisses along the length of his neck, causing Spencer to let out little gasps of air with each one. He was having a hard time not jutting his hips up to meet her, to gain that friction he wanted so badly. “What is it you like so much about me?”

“I, uh, I really liked your voice, at first,” he said, eyes closed as Y/n dug her hands back into his hair and tugged his head back.

“Keep going,” she urged.

“It drew me in, and then I was mesmerized by the colours of your hair.” Spencer stopped to hold back a moan as she started to suck on his neck. He would certainly be hiding a hickey from the team tomorrow morning. “The way you move on stage, it was just so addictive to watch. I kept staring at your tattoo’s, wondering how much further they went around your body under your clothing.”

Y/n pulled away from his neck and Spencer followed, desperately wanting to feel her against him in any way possible.

“My tattoo’s, huh? You want to see them?” she smirked as he nodded his head like a toddler excited for his new toy.

Spencer finally let his hands touch her. He placed them on her thighs that were still straddling his. He dug his fingers in, as a way to keep himself grounded as he watched Y/n remove her shirt. He stared at the vine tattoo that made its way up her arm, around her shoulder, and tapered off by her collar bone. It took Spencer’s brain a second to catch up and realize that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath her shirt, and now he had a front row view of her breasts. Right in between and below them was another tattoo, a lotus flower, with what looked like dripping stars and sparkles falling from it.

Spencer sucked in a breath at the glorious sight, and he dragged Y/n’s hips closer to him, pulling her right on top of his aching member still trapped inside his pants.

They leaned in towards each other, meeting in the middle with a searing kiss. Y/n’s hands got to work unbuttoning Spencer’s purple shirt, as his hands went up and tangled into her hair. Free from his shirt, Y/n dragged her nails up and down Spencer’s chest, sending shivers throughout his body.

“Stay right here,” she whispered, pulling away from the kiss and planting her palm against his chest to push him back into the couch when he tried to follow her.

Spencer tried to regain his breathing as he watched her hips sway while walking towards the bathroom. She was back in less than a minute, with something grasped in her palm. Spencer was about to ask what it was but she dropped down to her knees in front of him and her hands went right to the zipper of his pants. All thoughts forgotten.

He lifted his hips a little to help her pull the pants down, and she took his boxers off with them. Spencer was left sitting naked on the couch with his cock straining hard for attention.

Left speechless, all Spencer could do was watch as Y/n leaned in and took his dripping cock into her mouth. The sudden warmth was intoxicating, and he threw his head back in a breathless moan.

“Fuck,” he groaned when she added her hand to twist and pull the length of him that she couldn’t get into her mouth.

Her other hand scratched and massaged the sensitive flesh of his inner thighs. He was really starting to love those long fingernails of hers.

It was only a couple of minutes of him, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, before he felt like he was getting too close. When he looked down to find her staring up at him through her eyelashes, he had to pull her off.

“Jesus,” he said at the sight of the string of saliva from his cock to her mouth as she moved away. Spencer wanted a chance to taste her the way she had him, but before he could voice his desires she produced a condom from beside her on the floor. That must have been what she had been carrying back from the bathroom.

Speechless once again, he shivered as she rolled the condom over his length and stood up, pushing her own pants and underwear down before placing a knee on either side of him. Holding him still, she slowly lowered herself onto him until she sat flesh with his hips.

“Fuck, you’re so big,” she moaned.

Spencer could feel how tight of a fit it was. She rocked forward a tiny amount, getting used to the feeling of being so full. Spencer took the opportunity to lean forward and capture her left nipple in his mouth. He sucked the hardened bud into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it to soothe the sting each time he gave it a little nip. The pleasure was going right to Y/n’s core, as she squeezed her walls each time he took her nipple between his teeth.

He brought his hand up to massage her other breast, rolling and pinching her nipple between his fingers as Y/n’s rocking hips started to gain momentum. Her hands went to his hair, holding him in place against her breast as she lifted herself up and back down onto his hard length.

“God, you feel so good,” she moaned as her movements grew faster. Spencer moaned in agreement against her boob.

When she let go of his hair, Spencer drew back from her breast to take a breath. He placed both his hands on her hips and helped her speed up the movements, pulling her up his length to the tip and then slamming back down. He would push his hips up at the same time, going in as deep as he could.

He threw his head back onto the couch, his chest straining with each breath as he tried to keep up. He fixed his eyes back on her breasts as they bounced with each thrust. Mesmerized by the sight, he took one of his hands and started to trace the outline of her tattoos. Something he had dreamed about many times before.

“You are so beautiful,” he said when he finished his path along the black ink and made eye contact.

Y/n smiled and brought him in for another kiss. It was an awkward angle, and their movements faltered a bit as they fought for dominance in their kiss. Spencer bit her bottom lip and pulled, and Y/n groaned in pleasure.

“Fuck, I never thought this would actually happen,” Spencer said. He wrapped his arm around her waist and tried to pull her in closer. Their thrusts were losing momentum as they both were nearing their climax.

“You’ve thought about this before?” Y/n asked.

“Every night for 182 nights,” he replied, staring into her eyes.

The earnest look on his face sent her over the edge. She threw her head back in a moan and squeezed tight on his cock buried deep inside her, finally letting go as her pleasure came to its peak. Spencer wasn’t far behind. He pulled Y/n back against his chest as he desperately thrust his hips up into her, seeking his own release which came a few moments later. He buried himself as deep as he could go and let out a toe curling moan as he finally came.

They stayed together like that, Spencer holding Y/n against his chest, as their breathing started to level out. And then slowly, Spencer helped lift Y/n off his lap and placed her beside him. Quickly he removed and tied off the condom, throwing it into the garbage nearest the couch, before pulling her back into his side.

“I want you to know, I’ve never had sex backstage in the dressing room with anyone before. This was my first.” Y/n laughed quietly.

“Neither have I,” Spencer joked.

They sat like that for a while, both naked and holding on to each other, enjoying the post sex bliss. Spencer’s brain started to work again, thinking about how he would ever be able to function without Y/n now that he had had a taste of her in real life.

“So, you said you weren't from this state? You were just here with work?” Y/n asked after a while. She wanted to get to know him better.

“I work with the FBI as part of their behavioural analysis unit. We’re based in Quantico, Virginia and we travel all over the country when local police need our guidance.” Spencer explained.

“The FBI? Wow, you just got 10 times hotter.” she joked. She absentmindedly started rubbing her hand up and down his chest, and Spencer signed at the comforting feeling of it. “There’s so much about you that I want to learn about.”

“Me too.” Spencer agreed. “How is it being NYC’s biggest rock star?”

Y/n laughed. “I wouldn’t say the biggest. But performing is just what me and the band do at night sometimes. It’s what I’ve based my tiktok account around. But I’m actually a baker. I own a cafe near central park.”

This news shocked Spencer. He looked down at her in awe.

“A baker? And a rockstar? You’re living both lives.” he smiled.

“Some would say I have the best of both worlds,” Y/n laughed, proud of her joke but it flew right over Spencer’s head. “Ever heard of Hannah Montana?” She asked him with his puzzled expression.

“Is she your friend?” he asked.

“Never mind,” Y/n laughed. “You’re so cute. I’d really like to get to know you better. Virginia isn’t that far from New York.” She said shyly.

“I would love that.” Spencer agreed.

One of her band members knocked on the dressing room door and informed Y/n that the bar would be closing soon and they should head out.

The pair finally detangled themselves from each other, pulling their clothing on and sharing small shy smiles as they cleaned up. Spencer helped her fold and pack her alternate outfits into her suitcase while she threw all her makeup into her carrying case. They walked out hand in hand back into the bar, where Spencer was surprised to see his friends still hanging around. They let out hoots and hollers as they caught sight of Spencer holding Y/n’s hand. He blushed to his hairline at their innuendos. Even though they were correct, he didn’t want everyone else left in the bar to hear as well.

On their way through the bar they passed Y/n’s band, where she introduced him to the other 3 members. Turns out they all worked at her bakery, and have been friends since high school. Spencer wanted to get to know them better but his team was begging him to come over and introduce his ‘lady friend’ as Emily drunkenly yelled across the bar.

Spencer apologised to Y/n’s friends for his team's behaviour, but they laughed it off, clearly amused. He pulled Y/n along beside him as they made their way to the bar where they were sitting.

“Y/n, these are my friends and co-workers, Emily, JJ, Tara, and Luke. Everyone, this is Y/n.”

“You’re the girl from his tiktok!” JJ yelled.

“What?” a confused Spencer replied.

“Oh, come on. You don’t think we see don’t see you watching her videos all the time? The second I saw her walk on stage I knew why you suggested this place.” Emily laughed.

“Spencer has gotten in trouble at work before for having his phone out watching your tiktoks.” Tara explained.

Spencer sheepishly looked down at Y/n, biting his lip in hopes that she didn’t think he was too pathetic. But she just looked up at him with an adoring smile.

“You are so cute,” she said, and stood up on her toes to meet him in a kiss.

The team started yelling to get a room and faking being disgusted.

“We already did,” Spencer quipped.

Finally they were ushered out of the bar by the owner, who thanked them all for coming and congratulated Y/n and her band on a great performance.

The pair hung back as everyone started to walk ahead without them.

“We have a flight leaving in the morning, but if you wanted, you could come back to my hotel room with me?” Spencer nervously asked.

“I would love to.” Y/n said. Spencer placed his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his side and they started to walk after the group in front of them.

He couldn’t believe his luck tonight. And even though he would be leaving Y/n in the morning, he had her phone number programmed into his phone now and he could call her whenever he wanted. And like she said, New York wasn’t that far away.

Thank you so much for reading!

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Ayesha Liveblogs Bridgerton S3

"I must say, all those piano lessons in Bath have reaped their reward." Is this their subtle explanation for where This Francesca has been the past two seasons?

"You do realize what tune she was playing right now, don't you? Mozart's Funeral March." "Oh god." Benedict said: I am both a scholar of art AND a smart aleck, Mum

Say what you will, Bridgerton knows the power of a good haircut

LMAO did they have Colin get his tiddies out in the carriage just to show off how hot he is since it'll take a while for him to get naked with someone else?

"It would be pleasant to have my own house." LMAO Francesca, extremely real reason to get married

I like the Featheringtons' husbands, they're just here to vibe

Speaking of marrying into money, Kate is truly the most gorgeous person alive. Bridgerton said: Do you want to watch beautiful people in fancy outfits struggling to socialize? And I said: Yes!

The way that despite their troubles, Eloise STILL protects Penelope's identity and keeps Cressida from sniping at her. The love story of MY season

"My stories from abroad are not suitable for such tender young ladies." With all due respect to Colin: Brother eugh, what's that?

"I take comfort in knowing that you will always be here to take care of me." What's the 1810s equivalent of putting your parents in a home? A convent? Lady Featherington inches closer with her every word to Penelope

"Perhaps something like what they are wearing in Paris?" [...] "I love it brother. Where is it from?" "A trader in Marseille." "My perfume is from Paris?" Bridgerton said: SUBTLETY WHO, COLIN X PENELOPE 4EVER

The sneaky looks on Anthony and Benedict's faces as they help Gregory run away with his bow and arrow KILL me

"I lost the battle, and I've no appetite for the war, so I've joined the winning side. Not unlike you, I take it? Or is this truly the new you?" Eloise said: People in superficial society houses shouldn't throw stones, Colin

(Also. I am in love with Eloise, she charms me more every season. Though wild that they're dissing Emma, Austen has women with SO much agency and Emma specifically is the lady of her house, someone throughout the novel learns that she DOESN'T know everything, and who vows herself not to marry until she changes her mind and falls in love with a friend)

[Voice breaking] "Now you have your life, and I have mine." ELOISE WAHHHHHH. I think she is totally justified, but god, friendship breakups are SOOO brutal

"In truth, I enjoyed having a purpose. Whereas now that you're back, I'm not certain what I'm supposed to do exactly." Explore bisexuality, Benedict <3

YEAHHHHHH Mondrichs!!! I hope society is kind to them

HAHAHAHAHAH I love Kanthony

Kate: You do know that what we are doing is not how one makes an heir?

Anthony, head still between his wife's legs: We have to start somewhere.

If they don't want me to want Penelope and Eloise to be in love, they HAVE to stop making her look at Penelope like that

HAHAHAHHA I love that Penelope, while getting attention from her nice hair and dress, is still extremely awkward when being talked to by a man. It is endearing

After the Queen Charlotte spin-off, I have a new appreciation for Lady Danbury and the Queen's friendship. Agatha knows how to get Charlotte going, 'bestie Lady Whistledown will get more recognition than you if you do not tell everyone who the hottest young debutante is'

Wondering if Kate's gown style is meant to invoke salwar kameez?

I hope Francesca and Penelope become closer!! Two gals who would rather die than talk to any man in this room:

"Why do I have the feeling that you in turn, know how to make one wither, if you so choose?" I do like Lord Debling so far, even if he looks MUCH older than Pen LOL

Every time they have a one-on-one interaction between a man and woman I'm like, why does it only sometimes matter if they're chaperoned LOL? Inconsistent

"You miss me, but you'd never court me. Is that correct?" GET HIM PEN

Not a season goes by that the Featheringtons are not in some kind of financial trouble. They're like the Coopers from The O.C.

"You disapprove? I thought we did not like Penelope." "What you did was cruel and unnecessary." I like both halves of this interaction, that Cressida is saying 'we' as in wanting to be on the same side as Eloise, and that Eloise is calling Cressida out for how awful she's been treating Penelope

I like that Cressida is both acknowledging that she's been unkind but also giving mind to the fact the women of the ton have been raised to be in competition with each other

God I love Kate and Anthony this season, sappy and sex-addled but also Kate making sure to think of Violet's needs and how difficult it would be to suddenly no longer be viscountess

While I do love the idea of charm lessons, and I cannot help but notice MOST of what Colin likes about Penelope are about him, "I know that you will lift my spirits, and make me see the world in ways I could not have imagined." "[You] have always truly made me feel appreciated.") Don't love that

"I will never forgive her," said Colin, about the woman he just called his very good friend and would later go on to marry

Surely the Mondrichs can decide how things are done in their own house, I highly doubt Violet and her husband or Kate and Anthony do separate bedrooms

HAHAHAH I wonder how many episodes Eloise will have fancy hand muffs to hide Claudia Jessie's broken arm

I guess I was wrong about Colin not getting naked, he's just frequenting brothels I suppose?

"Pen, living for the estimation of others is a trap." Spoken like a man who can inherit property and fortune through means other than marriage

I was thinking Francesca and Eloise were on similar plights, but it seems more that Francesca's beef is with any sort of attention than with being married

Hee hee, I love Hyacinth beating her older brothers at cards

"Somehow my character gets lost between my heart and my mouth." I feel that, Penelope! I have no idea what I'm saying half the time

"Your eyes are a most remarkable shade of blue, and yet they shine even brighter when you are kind." If I were Colin, this would immediately do me in, a compliment that specific is really something

This journal thing is symptomatic of Penelope's lack of respect for anyone's privacy, even if it is good she understands what Colin was doing in Paris

"I do not wish for her to be friendless, and you are perhaps all she has now." Eloise is SO understanding given what Penelope has said about her AND Colin

"I think of Prudence as a bonbon. Delicate, and oh so agreeable." "Mr. Dankworth, you are so... pretty." I love Mr. Dankworth. Pretty, loves his wife, gives great compliments, what more can I ask for?

Bold of Eloise to tell Cressida about Colin helping Penelope, she knows that Cressida has been purposely cruel to Pen before

"I think we have found your talent. You are a most entertaining speaker." YEAHHHHH Eloise, getting along with the girls with her gift for gab

"How are we expected to understand all these society rules when even someone born into this world cannot grasp them?" [Benedict makes a face but then smiles at being insulted] As I have been from his very first moment on screen, I'm in love with Benedict:

"We kiss, and then he makes an odd sound, and then goes to change his breeches." "His breeches remain on?" HAHAHAHAH every season there's a problem with no one offering the ladies any formal sex education

"I cannot think of anything [to gossip about] at the moment." GOOD FOR CRESSIDA

"I do not much care for idle gossip," said Penelope, like she wasn't the Queen of Capitalizing on Idle Gossip

I am SHOCKED that they have a character in a wheelchair on this show, and even more shocked there wasn't immediately some comment drawn to it, but glad! It may be a weird show when it comes to race, but at least it's not weird when it comes to ability?

The way the Colin Has Been Helping Penelope reveal was SO dramatic I thought it might actually be a dream sequence

"We can do whatever we want now. We are a married noble couple." That's what I'm talking about, Will

Penelope said: "Be a homie and kiss me," and Colin said: "I do not have the strength to deny that kind of request!"

This second kiss HAS to be a dream sequence, there's no way they'd jump into this without any preamble

Oh it was COLIN'S dream sequence, love that for him!!!!

Fhfkhfkjhf Colin: I did NOT have a wet dream, in case anyone wanted to know!

"[Hyacinth] waits for the maids to throw out last week's copy of Whistledown because she knows she is not allowed to read it." HAHA this is such a big brother thing for Benedict to say

"It was quite harsh what she wrote about you. Unnecessarily so, I think." Eloise said, be nicer to yourself, bestie

Colin does not know how to act around Penelope, this is the first time I've been endeared by him all season

"If I secure a proposal, it will be because of you." You know what that is, Penelope? Foreshadowing!

[Disdainfully] "Apparently he only eats vegetables." They disapprove of vegetarianism in Georgian England. Also. What a thing to say in front of two South Asian women, when India has the HIGHEST proportion of vegetarians in the world, and also has many historical and ongoing ties between vegetarianism and spirituality kjghgkjhg

Is the open mocking of other people supposed to be why we as the audience should be okay with Penelope exploiting other people's drama for profit? Cause I still don't appreciate 1810s Gossip Girl

God, Mrs. Mondrich is SO gorgeous. Peak beautiful people in fancy outfits

"I find your frankness immensely refreshing." I like Lord Debling more with every scene

"Do you feel some attachment to him?" Colin said: Penelope do you still like me check yes or no

Penelope just going "Yeah, me too," to all of Cressida's specific commentary about Lord Debling's interests is difficult to watch

Colin stopping the balloon is the first moment I have personally been attracted to him (ever, I think). I think the more casual outfit does do him some favours. This is his Anthony in the Lake moment

Weel weel weel, perhaps Violet will be finding someone to tend to her garden (her libido) soon

"I see you have met my brother, Lord Marcus Anderson." It would be SOOOOO funny if Violet fucks Lady Danbury's brother after finding out Danbury fucked her dad. It's very messy friendship LMAOOOO

"Perhaps we can enjoy the silence together." I like this man

"I am not afraid of you." "That... is a mistake." I was hoping Benedict would get to flirt with a man this season, but alas it does not seem to be in the cards (you're still bisexual to me, Benedict Bridgerton)

"Members of society do not work." Then how do they make money? Is it only what the crown gives you? What about the lawyers and doctors? Also lol @ this guy admitting that being a landlord isn't an honest line of work

"I do not wish to court someone exactly like myself. I want to be with someone who knows who they are, and embraces their own pecularity, as I do." Men in real life can never do for me what the men in Bridgerton do for me

"It is rare to begin as friends and for both parties to then feel more." I love that Colin is seeking out romantic advice from his mum, he's the only child so far who has earnestly listened to her

HAHAHAH not the I'm-asking-for-a-Friendcesca routine

Colin looked SO desperate to kiss Penelope that for a second I thought he might actually do it in the ballroom in front of everyone

They're selling me on Debling a little TOO much; it's like Daphne and the Prince. Like I know Pen and Colin are great friends, and that they have feelings for each other, but Debling seems like he would make an amazing husband, while I am less convinced that Colin would. Colin is sweet, but he is not street smart, and lacks the emotional awareness that Debling has:

Even if it's not what I ordered, I do enjoy Benedict catting around

What is Lady Danbury's beef with her brother LOL

"Step another pace backwards, you read me too well." Queen Charlotte's spinoff has really made me have a whole new appreciation for Brimsley

"But how will they know each other if they do not speak?" Honestly a very valid question, Violet

Considering that Lord Samadani wants to have eight kids, perhaps he should ask how many kids Francseca wants?

"Well, let him tell you about it. Men love to explain the world to us. If we have already explained it to ourselves through reading, then they will feel superfluous and unnmanned." Lady Featherington years ahead of her time in defining mansplaining HAHA

"Are there any novels in which the man goes travelling for a very long time, but his wife is happy to stay behind, tending the estate? I suppose that would not be a book with much sentiment, would it?" "Not necessarily. But if the wife had her own interests in life, then perhaps they could both be very happy." "A practical match, but a happy one? I like the sound of that." Again, you are selling me on Debling too well. I cannot believe you are making me root for a blond man with a Vegeta hairline*

*There's nothing wrong with the way this man looks, he just looks much older than Penelope!

"But it is tiring, is it not? The necessity for us to remain caveliar about the one thing in life that holds genuine meaning. Do you not find it lonely?" Colin Discovers: Toxic Masculinity Bad

"Do you know what is romantic? Security." Real, Lady Featherington

"My head is bottle-weary." What a poetic way to say you're hungover

Do we think Cressida and Eloise could fall in love? Let me have at least one lesbian in this show, please:

"And is your heart located in your breeches?" Apparently Lady Danbury's beef with her brother is that he is a slut

"To be honest, my work has such a large portion of my heart it may difficult to make more space. But I am very glad that you are someone who seems to have such a full life." Alright, I can see why Debling might not be the perfect match

Colin said: What up Penelope I'm here to ruin your marital prospects

"But these past few weeks have been full of confounding feelings. Feelings like a total inability to stop thinking about you. About that kiss. Feelings like dreaming of you when I'm asleep. And in fact, preferring sleep because that is where I might find you. A feeling that is like torture. But one which I cannot, will not, do not want to give up." I'll hand it to Colin, that was a pretty good confession, 8/10, I'd knock points off for the torture remark

Whoever is dating the Bridgerton cast has to be so strong, these scenes so impassioned

"For God's sake, Penelope Featherington, are you going to marry me or not?" Good for them!!!

I will say, bold choice to hard launch to the fam in the wee hours of the night immediately after a ball and fingering in the carriage, but if anyone's going to be cool about it, it's the Bridgertons:

EXTREMELY fair of Eloise to exit right away when she finds out her best friend with whom she has shared a borderline romantic breakup after several years of exploitation of her family for money and at least two pointed attacks on Eloise and her brother suddenly announces she's gonna be her sister-in-law

"And until he knows the real you, he cannot possibly love you." YOU RIGHT, ELOISE

"I will tell him. You have my word." "Very well." Kind of Eloise to still take Penelope at her word

NOT BENEDICT MISSING HIS BROTHER'S ENGAGEMENT BECAUSE HE WAS OUT PHILANDERING

Anthony and Kate are SO beautiful. I loooove them

"I am simply enjoying the view of my ravishing wife, and soon-to-be mother of my child." OOOOOh Kanthony baby, love that for them

HAHAHAHAH Anthony immediately forgetting how happy he is about the baby because he is PISSED another sibling is getting married without his permission

"I am one of the brothers as well." "I think of you as the family pet." BRUTAL HYACINTH HAHA

"If I do have to marry a man who could be my great-grandfather, we can at least use his money to shop, and queen over society like Lady Danbury." Cressida you are so lesbian to meeee

"The final part, the betrothal. it did all happen rather... swiftly." "It was swift because you--" "Are you going to duel your own brother or...?" Anthony's definitely thinking about it, Benedict!

Anthony insisting on Colin telling Penelope the depth of his feelings for her. That's growth, baby!

"I proposed to [Penelope] out of love, nothing less. And were you not so narrowly concerned over your own standing, you might see see that Penelope is the most eligible amongst you." Now THIS is the romance I'm talking about, Colin

"I will always stand up for you. Because I love you... Pen." "Are you sure?" [Nods] AWWWW they're so sweet

"You are cleverest, bravest woman I have ever known." Finally a compliment that feels like it's about Penelope (even if it was immediately followed by a comment about Colin)

I love Colin's Lustful List of How Hot His Fiancee is, and that he asks her specifically if she wants to stop because she's a lady!!

Oh smutty consensual Bridgerton, we back baybeeeeeeeee

"Tell me what to do." "I will do everything." "No, tell me." Ohhhhhh I love this

I LOVE knowing that Nicola Coughlan requested to be as naked as possible for this scene as a memory of how hot she is. And she was RIGHT

"Can we do it again?" "Give me five minutes. Maybe ten." HAHAHA this was a perfect scene from start to finish

"Is this the only reason you wish to delay our news? You are happy, I hope?" "Oh... Very happy." I love Anthony checking in on Kate about her pregnancy. He is such a sweet husband

"I wish to be married. Very much, in fact. I just hope my husband will not hide my piano stool from me." "I would not dream of it." I have been sold on John Stirling since his first shared silence with Francesca, I love them!!

"You seem to be quite good at [planning hospitality.]" "Oh, I am. I'd still much rather be out riding somewhere." I love Eloise and Kate's friendship also

"Finally, the woman will get the consequences she deserves." You see, Penelope, this is why you should have told Colin you were Whistledown BEFORE you agreed to marry him. Or before sex, or at any point whatsoever. You KNOW he has beef with Whistledown. This is engagement-ending stakes

God Eloise has been SO reasonable this whole time but I really do think the 5000 pound reward is a fair incentive to sell Penelope down the river for her own sake or even for Cressida's. It's tough being a lady in the 1800s!

"Somber clothing is best. Gray or brown. And we do not flit about town, engaged in gossip within the ton. We shall attend no more than one ball per month, and only if the hosts are of strong moral character. I certainly do not believe in music, and modern art nowadays is absolutey scandalous. Her tender eyes and ears will never be exposed to such filth." Not to be dramatic but I think Lord Greer has to die. Somebody needs to spook him really hard, he's like 105, it won't take much

"Featheringtons support one another." "Is that what you were doing earlier, supporting me?" "You are right, I have been unkind. But it stops now. And thankfully we have your engagement party coming up to allow us our fresh start." Parents really do think they can fix years of trauma with a single 'my bad'

"Your ledgers will not miss you, but your family will." A good wake-up call for Mondrich

"Do not take an interest in her. I have a new bow and arrow. Would you like to see it?" Tweens are still the same in 1815 HAHA

Hahaha Lady Danbury could not be emanating "Please don't fuck my brother," vibes harder. To which Lady Bridgerton said, "You fucked my dad, I'm definitely fucking your brother!"

"If it proves too difficult for you to reveal the truth, I will be merciful and reveal it to him myself. You have until midnight." Good for Eloise for giving her a deadline!!

AWWWWW John struggling through the boots story. He said: I'm an introvert and I will not be socialized, xoxo

"I know it is unlike you to cajole your own children." "You mock me." "As you rightly mocked me all last season." I missed these interactions between Anthony and Mama Bridgerton!!! I love when the Bridgertons are all in the same place

HAHAHAHA not Eloise dropping a really threatening post-script to Colin's speech about how excited he is for marriage

If they don't want me to want Penelope and Eloise to be in love, they gotta stop being so fucking intense all the time. They're turning charades into their own private intellectual battle

Also Cressida is reasonably, pretty jealous, considering the homoerotic friendship fight vibes. She said: Hey, I thought it was my turn to be gay!

Eloise said: I do not have time for two homoerotic friendships, sorry Cressida, Penelope has seniority

"All that to say, sometimes I miss what is right in front of me. But not Miss Francesca. Her, I saw straight away." I love you John, you are my favourite Bridgerton character of the season (book readers, tell me nothing!!)

"It is a great change, but you and I will make our way with our child, as we have always done with each other," said Anthony, like they weren't a whole mess last season public fucking in the Bridgerton gardens and getting into horse accidents

OMGGGGGGGGGG Cressida! Saying she's Whistledown so that she doesn't have to marry Lord Greer is truly a 'work smarter, not harder' moment

The smart move for Penelope would be to say nothing at all as Lady Whistledown and see how the Cressida thing pans out. Also, TELL COLIN!!

"You have many gifts, but cleverness is not amongst them." A harsh review on Cressida from Mama Cowper

"It is one thing to follow the rules. But if you want to win the game, you must lead it. Otherwise you will always be on the defensive." I love Agatha mentoring the Mondrichs

"Lady Bridgerton. Forgive my intrusion, I simply forgot my hat." Lord Anderson left his hat so he'd have an excuse to see her again. This is No. 1 in the Flirting Playbook

My question is: How do you have a booty call when you have have seven of your children in your house. Eight if you count in-laws!

Anderson really came to just flirt with Violet and leave. I love that!

"Excuse me, I have been taken ill of the plague, and you are all doomed by association." HAHAHA John is so funny. I keep saying I love him, but it's true

HAHAHAH Benedict ending his macaron fight with Gregory and Hyacinth by saying "Last macaron for you," to John, his new soon-to-be brother-in-law is incredible family dynamics at play

"Perhaps I can make Lady Whistledown go away, so she shall not be able to harm any of us again." "You will speak with Miss Cowper?" "With the scribe herself." Eloise is a WAY better friend than Penelope deserves

"Eloise, I have worked too hard for too long. Of all people, I refuse to let Cressida Cowper take credit." We have passed Bad Friend and circled to deranged. It is NOT girl boss behaviour to lie to your fiance and BRAG about exploiting your friend. Get some help, Penelope!

"Lady Whistledown is my name. Not hers." "Your name is about to Bridgerton. You cannot be both." YOU TELL HER, ELOISE

"We think speaking to the Queen would be the wisest decision." "Well, if you think you are up to it." "We would like you to speak to the Queen." Francesca said: I'm not afraid to have my mommy fight my battles for me

"What about my dreams?" "What dreams? Ladies do not have dreams. They have husbands." I know is a great line and a really stark commentary on the lack of independence for women of the era, but it also kinda reminds me of 'I do not remember names, I am female' in Queen Charlotte and that kills me a bit HAHA

"And my greatest wish has always been for you three to do better than I did. And you have." Penelope having her Mum Trauma healed in real time

Also Lady Featherington, the mess that she is, continues to be one of the most compelling characters in this show

"I am hosting a dinner party later this week. For you, and me, and my dear friend Paul. Will you come?" [CHANTING] BISEXUAL BENEDICT, BISEXUAL BENEDICT, LET HIM KISS PAUL

"I'm writing a manuscript in fact." [High pitched, perturbed] "Oh, are you?" That's also how I feel about Colin's manuscript, Benedict

Colin dancing with Penelope in the empty church <3 Stoppp it's so sweet. (Also. TELL HIM)

"May I present Lady Keswick." Danbury said: You will not be fucking my best friend on my watch, brother!! If only Eloise was this efficient

"It is no wonder Penelope abandoned you. All you ever do is talk. You clearly just envious that I have made something of myself." "Perhaps I am envious of Whistledown. It is quite a feat. And after spending a season feeling nearly invisible, I almost understand why one might be driven to write it. Congratulations on your hard-earned success." Not another homerotic friendship break-up. That's 2 for 2, Eloise!

It must be weird for all the Featheringtons now that Penelope is the favourite child

Well, burning every copy of Whistledown she's made and hanging up her pen is the second best thing that Penelope could do other than TELLING COLIN

They're really namedropping the town of Mayfair more this season than any before it

"You know my favourite part about dressmaking is seeing the glow on a woman's face when she puts the dress on. I can't imagine ever giving that feeling up. At any rate, we will make you the most beautiful dress." I appreciate Delacroix sharing what she thinks about Penelope giving up the column without pushing her in any sense

Things are going pretty well for me Bisexual Threesome Dreams:

Every since that one post about how the Bridgertons are the Kardashians of their town because they're popular, rich and keep getting with people of colour, I CANNOT stop thinking about it. Particularly for Lady Bridgerton and Lord Anderson, who are now Nicer Kris Jenner and Old Timey Hoe Corey Gamble in my mind

HAHAHAHAH Agatha really said: Marcus I will introduce you to EVERY widow in this town if it keeps you away from Violet

"Not bad. Not bad at all." God I love the Mondrichs earning the Queen's respect by throwing the sickest first ball the town has seen

"I have supported you." "You have been perfunctory in your support." Something something when the people who you love fail you

"Not every attachment must be dramatic and hard-fought. What John and I have is easy... and I love him, Mama. Even if it is not the love you want for me." We have now circled back to Violet's S2 ideology that Bridgertons are physically incapable of having a healthy courtship. Francesca has one, and it's nearly destroying her relationship with her mother LMAO

"The night before I was to be married, I very nearly escaped to freedom. Do you think I did not know that it was you who betrayed me to our father? I heard him thank you." That's really fair, I know it's been like 30 years and Agatha has a really nice life now, but financial independence does not make up for years of marital [LOUD FOGHORN NOISE] and the general unpleasantness of being married to Lord Danbury

"Soma. Soma..." "Soma? You think you can call me by my born name, and right the wrong?" Lord Danbury took her NAME? EUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I genuinely think that Marcus didn't know. It's giving, for me it was the worst day of my life, for you, it was a Tuesday

"Apparently the wine has made me rather rude." "It has also made you rather charming." I think Benedict is about kiss a man. I have NEVER been happier while watching Bridgerton. I have been saying Bi Benedict since Day 1. He's my people. That is a bisexual man!! I had to pause to hop around for a minute because I am that thrilled at the possibility what I have been asking for 3 years might actually come to fruition. GOD BLESS SHONDALAND. [HOLT FROM B99 VOICE] VINDICATION

Benedict after a man has flirted with him for the first time: I gotta go think about some stuff

I was joking, but HE DID have to go think about some stuff. Aww baby, you'll get there!

Not "[In BSL] she is the Devil," at Cressida hahahaha Sign Language Mama doesn't hold back

"Those [personal passages in my journal] are only for you." Awwww Colin that's sweet

Cressida is so unhinged for posting a Whistledown mid-ball. I do love the drama of it though

HAHAHA them having a close-up of Mama Cowper's arm with ink stains if we couldn't tell it was her from Cressida's near-and-far-far-and-wide speech earlier to the cohesive bulletin of her mum's writing. They don't do subtlety in Bridgerton

AWWWW the Crisis of Cowpers bringing Eloise and Penelope back together again. I can only imagine Colin's gonna overhear their conversation

"Writing was the only way I felt I could have a voice. And I should've been using the column to give a voice to the other voiceless. I have done plenty of damage with my pen. Please, let me use it now to do some good." "You must get a full issue out right away." I LOVE YOU PENELOPE AND ELOISE SOLVING THIS TOGETHER. CRIMES PARTIALLY FORGIVEN, PEN!

"You... are Lady Whistledown?" Turns out he followed her to the publishing house. FINALLY THOUGH. Talk it out, you Bonkers Betrothed

[Tearfully] "All of the lies... you have told me. All of the things you have written about me and my family." That is SUCH a fair reaction Colin, Penelope really has built an empire on shit-talking your family in secret

"I will never forgive you." Really? Cause you've got like 3 weeks to figure it out before your wedding, Colin

"Perhaps, because a few of [the Bridgerton children] may be of dubious parentage." What does that even MEAN, Cressida!! Which parent are you suggesting was getting around

Also, how's Penelope planning to explain the situation with Colin to anyone. What's Colin gonna do? The last time a woman lied to him, he had to end an engagement

"How many eyes exactly do you think there are in the ton?" "Double the amount of people, I would imagine." Philippa and Prudence's dialogue is great

"Whenever I try to grasp her hand these days, she does not swat it away with nearly the same gusto." Prudence has married the only man in this town with a rejection kink

"Perhaps I should read it then. I could use a distraction." You can't read your way out of bisexuality, Benedict. Try taking Am I Gay Quizzes and failing them. It worked for me!

"I cannot help you with this, Pen. I am so grateful for everything you have done for me, but already, I feel in the middle between you and Colin. Perhaps I always have been." That's because your friendships always lean romantic, Eloise!! And your best friend loves to lie all day every day

"But I hope you know that my care for you is not contingent on your aid. I am here for you, Agatha. Always. Even when there are no unmarried children left to help." [Softly] "Thank you, Violet. That means a great deal to me." Ohhhhh I love their friendship

"Are you going to stop publishing?" "I do not know." At least Penelope is finally being honest

Colin said: I'm still gonna marry you, but I'm not gonna be happy about it, Pen!!!

HAHAHAHA Tilley inviting Benedict over for an After You Ran Away from Our Threesome Offer Debrief. You know, I found them boring in the first half, but they've really sold me on the second half

"I have known men like Mr. Suarez, but I myself have never felt tempted... before." Oh, that's a qualifier Benedict

"But a feeling between two people, whatever their sex, is the most natural thing in the world." Lady Tilley said: Let me be your Bisexual Guru, Benedict

"If you did not feel anything with Mr. Suarez, then let us, you and I, continue on our own. But you should know... my staff are very discreet." GOD. That we are not only getting bisexual Benedict but that he is getting a bisexuality ARC. More than I could've asked for. I am kissing the Bridgerton writers on the mouth. Giggling and kicking my feet

Look at him trying to figure out if his sexuality. Benedict Girl til I die. FAVE FROM DAY 1

Violet lustfully watching Lord Anderson eat a fruit jelly. This is EXACTLY what Colin did to Penelope. Like mother, like son. All of her kids are different aspects of her personality

"I am not uninterested in exploration. But I will not know if I am ready for that, until after the affairs are... in order. Especially because I am not the only whose affairs need ordering." Violet said: We cannot start a situationship until you sort out your relationship with your sister, Marcus

When Cressida stared into the mirror I did expect Chappell Roan to start playing in violins

"Well, if I am to be bold, I should need some time to think about it." HAHAHA John Stirling, love of my life (second only to Benedict)

"Is everything well?" "Is everything well with you?" The B & C are really going through it on this stag night

"You were a girl who did not know her own power." "But does that justify it?" "No." Madame Delacroix is the realest friend

I really am glad that Colin is airing out all of his beefs with the Whistledown papers. He deserves to give her a lecture

"I can take care of myself." "Then what good am I to you?" "Colin, I love you!" Colin, you have value beyond what you can do for others

Also I can't believe they're ending this fight by getting frisky on the street. WHERE ARE YOUR PRIORITIES, YOU FREAKS? (AFFECTIONATE)

Relationship status: It's extremely complicated:

"Two glasses is celebratory. One whole bottle is a cry for help." HAHAH I love Kate's zingers, she's truly sharp as a tack

[Kate, laughing] "You think our marriage is perfect?" [Anthony, immediatley heartbroken] "Is it not?" HAHAHAH THEY ARE SO CUTE

Every time Kate makes any reference to marriage being hard, Anthony immediately gets upset and goes, 'I love you, our marriage has no flaws, why are you bullying me?'

"I drunk a whole bottle before my wedding (the second wedding) and it was deeply celebratory. Three raw eggs in the morning." It's been a while since Anthony has broken out Dad Mode, but that was a good one

The context that Marcus was 10 years old when he ratted out Agatha trying to escape really does make me not blame him quite so hard for it. He was a kid, he didn't understand long term consequences!

"You had something in you all along, a kind of courage I never dreamed of having. I have wished so many times that I had stood up to him. For you. For myself." New Bridgerton Dubious Race Trope unlocked: Why do all the Black characters (Simon, Agatha, the ongoing plot around the Mondrichs, Marina and Charlotte not having parents at all) have abusive or absent fathers? Discuss

But to be fair, most people in Bridgerton have absent or dead fathers. They're like 'Men? We don't need 'em!'

Also, good for Marcus for putting his resepect for his sister into words

"Do not come for my cane. I suppose you got all the good joints in the family." What a chronic pain sister with a healthy brother mood

"At last, my life is full of joy. And I've been afraid you would take it away from me." "Any joy I am after, I deep hope you are a large part of." Ohhhhhhh we love a healing of family trauma. This is the season of Therapizing Your Relatives

The way they keep referencing Anthony and Kate's wedding that they completely skipped. LOL

WHY IS YELLOW BY COLDPLAY THEIR WEDDING MARCH SONG LMAOOOOO

To date they have not shown a wedding under normal circumstances. Someone's always fighting, or lying, or under duress. It's brutal actually

Ohhhhh the way Colin nods at Penelope like 'we'll be okay.' MY HEART. I do love that they are friends in love getting married

I do feel like this was the most normal wedding so far. Good for them!

"Which brother or sister do you like the best?" "Gregory, clearly." HAHAHA I love Benedict and Eloise's little chats. Best sibling duo

"Love is not finite, Eloise. The friendship you have with Penelope is a lucky thing. As is the one you have with Colin." AWWW Eloise is sad because she thinks they don't have room for her in their hearts (Penelope especially, I think)

"Our child... will always be a Bridgerton. But I should like them to know that they are a Sharma as well, know their history. And it is important for me to know it so that we can share that history, with our child, together." I know that this India trip probably solves a plot purpose of giving Anthony and Kate a place to be but I can't help but also think of what a great example of cross-cultural parenting Anthony is providing. He's so good!!

Anthony and Kate really do be kissing in public all the time, HA

"Weddings are never for the bride and groom, even when things are... well, between the couple." "Thank you, for allowing me work it out for myself." [Lightheartedly] "Well, this wedding couldn't plan itself. I have not had time to meddle. Whatever it is, I know you will resolve it." Lady Featherington and Penelope have come a long way

Them doing the cutaway to them being the only people in the room while they dance. I see you 2005 Pride and Prejudice fan who did directed this scene

"I did not think you a dancer." "Perhaps not. But perhaps we should both be more bold in declaring ourselves." Is it unfair to Colin and Penelope if I say Lord Kilmartin and Francesca are my favourite couple of the season? 'Cause they are

Now that Lady Danbury is cool with Violet and Marcus, Anthony has switched to 'HEY. HEY DO NOT HIT ON MY MUM, LORD ANDERSON. THAT'S MY MUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' O'VISION

I love that the Queen said, "Everyone who's not a Bridgerton, get out," and Lady Danbury said, "Hey, I am at least half Bridgerton by now, I'm staying."

"Do you know what it is like to have nowhere in the world where you can truly be yourself? You cannot possibly know, because you are not a woman. You have the choice to be any kind of person you wish to be, while the only choice women have is to conceal the parts of us the world will not accept." Penelope said: Lying to your fiance and exploiting his family for money is feminism, actually

It's very reasonable for Colin to not accept Penelope continuing to be Whistledown

Aww at least Eloise and Penelope's friendship is back in full force

VINDICATIONNNNNNNNN. BISEXUAL BENEDICT CANON. I WIN. WE ALL WIN. I KNEW HE WAS THE MOST BISEXUAL BRIDGERTON. YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

They split this season in two halves just so they could bisexualize Benedict during Pride Month. That's the reason. I've decided. Happy Pride Month to me!!!!

Also the emotional contrast of these last couple of scenes jgjhgjh

Colin: Fighting with his wife about life-altering deal-breaking secrets 0.03 seconds into marriage, on edge, disappointed and heartbroken

Benedict: Realizing there's a whole other kind of sex he could be having, and having a great time

"You will pay me my sum, or I will reveal the truth to the entire ton." Cressida isn't nice, but she did make a good detective and subsequently, blackmailer

Poor Violet trying to avoid being thrown into scandal once more. Also her and Anthony with parallel declarations that they would've noticed if someone in their house was Whistledown, even though it was Penelope, who until now, has lived across the street

Also also also: Francesca now dropping her own news that she's moving to Scotland Post-Haste

It is satisfying to see Penelope, Colin, Eloise and Lady Featherington all trying to sort out this Whistledown blackmail because they're all aware

"I will not cower to Miss Cowper. I will call upon her tomorrow. Bring her to see this course of action is ruinous for everyone involved." Good luck, Colin

HAHAHAHA again with the contrast of Benedict's family being in crisis while he is off Philandering: Bisexuality Edition

"You do not sound as if you hate Whistledown. You sound as if you are jealous of her." [Unconvincingly] "No I'm not."

Cressida making the sum twice as much + a nice review in Whistledown when Colin tries to empathize with her with his excellent man-free-for-world-travels and supportive family. I'm not gonna lie, kinda girlboss of her

HAHAHAHA Benedict has had no scenes in the past half an hour of Bridgerton but back-and-forths to him and Paul and Tilley. I love it. He's having a great night. They're leaving no doubt about him enjoying this

Also. Not to be bisexual myself. But Benedict being with a man and a woman at the same time is doing more for me than any other Bridgerton scene has ever done. It's a combination of vindication, being a Benedict girl, and the high of hot bi people. Bridgerton. I once again give you a little kiss on the mouth

"You are both adults. You may do as you wish. After all, it is not as though I asked your permission." I cannot believe Agatha is using this Are-You-Gonna-Date-My-Brother talk to confirm that she fucked Violet's dad. Unhinged. Incredible. What the hell!!

"I know my father was a good man. And that you have been a very good friend. And that is all I need to know." Not good enough to not cheat on his wife though, Violet! But I love the sentiment

"And my brother is a good man. And you are a good friend. And that is all I need to know as well." Awww, I do love a mirrored dialogue. I've said it before but Agatha and Violet's friendship is perhaps my favourite on this show

The zoom in on the Birthday hat was EVIL. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

"How do you stand society events?" "I suppose I have love to give in abundance. Love for a bit of chitchat. And love for a good party. Especially a party of three." Benedict is still a romantic at heart, even in a threesome pile

OMG HAS COLIN KEPT EVERY LETTER PENELOPE HAS EVER WRITTEN HIM? I LOOOVE

This does kind of get me thinking of how they handle garbage disposal in Georgian England

Finally the embezzlement funds from Cousin Jack come back to haunt them. The Featheringtons are never not in financial crisis

"What will Lady Whistledown write about our disgrace when I am exposed?" "She will write whatever I like her." "That is a agreat power. What a thing you have made for yourself." This is the most optimistic final take Lady Featherington could have on her daughter being an infamous gossip columnist

"It is my great hope that the silence and beauty of Scotland will allow me to know myself better, so that you can all know me better as well. I want nothing more than to be close." Francesca has such a good heart

"For a long time, I thought that is what love must be like for everyone. Surprising, forceful, quick. But you have shown me that there is another way. There is... beauty in the slow approach." You know what that is, Violet? That's growth! She's such a good mum

"May you now live together in holy matrimony until your dying breath." Ominous way to end their vows (book readers, tell me nothing!!)

What is the proper way to court a widow? I guess we'll find out!

"Lady Bridgerton, I see your openness reflected in Benedict, your charm in Colin, your wisdom in Eloise, and a brightness you've instilled in both Gregory and Hyacinth. In this moment, where I feel so much gratitude for my new wife, I feel it in equal measure for the remarkable woman who raised her. I thank you, all of you, from the bottom of my heart." Good speech John, I think you've really won the Bridgertons over

Francesca and John's wedding wins for most normal for sure

AW FRANCESCA AND VIOLET'S DUET. Something something complex relationships with your mother:

Also also also. Why are half the scenes in Bridgerton filmed like we're in somebody's pocket. Or in the flower vase. The huge blurs are distracting

"It is not what you do for me that makes me love you. It is your kindness. Your empathy. How much you care. Just being you is enough, Colin. I do not need you save me. I just need you stand by me." I'm glad Penelope is telling Colin this outright, he needed to hear it

"Tilley, you are extraordinary, but I am not certain that serious is what I want." Benedict is the only Bridgerton who knows how to communicate his feelings directly right away

"Is it because of Paul?" "No. Paul could be Patricia, or Polly, or Peter, or all three at once. What happened between the three of us, what has happened to me since I met you, has made me realize how good it feels to be free. You've opened my world. I am not ready to close it again just now." Benedict said: I gotta sow my wild bisexual oats, Tilley, I am not looking for a wife at present

We are BACK at the Bisexual and Lesbian Sibling Swingset. This is where I first grew so attached to Benedict and Eloise. It really is a full circle moment:

"It feels right now that the next thing I learn may change me entirely." "I agree profoundly with everything you've said, as I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about." Their dialogue is so fun

"We should not let so long pass again between us before we meet on these swings to be entirely confused together." BENEDICT. B AND E BEST SIBLING DUO

Lady Featherington saying she's proud of her daughters like it's been ripped out of her forcefully. She is so my mum-coded LMAO

"She calls upon my mercy, asking to address you all herself. To plead her case publicly, before I pass my judgment. So I turn the floor over now to the scribe herself." This is a very dramatic way to resolve the Lady Whistledown situation but I guess they did leave it til the last 20 minutes of the season

Also RIP Cressida, who is definitely being shipped off to Wales

"She seems humbled, but we will be watching that she remains so. What is life without a little gossip?" Wow, all took was 3 minutes of 'my bad, you're actually very brave for doing things where I can see them, I won't do it again xoxo' to win over the whole ballroom and the Queen. Power of Lady Whistledown, I guess!

HAHAHAHAHA THE BUGS THAT PHILIPPA LOVED SO MUCH BEING BUTTERFLIES. I WAS KIND OF HOPING THEY WERE SPIDERS (EVEN THOUGH THEYR'E ARACHNIDS) FOR THE COMEDY, BUT THIS IS MUCH CUTER

"You... are a genius." "I know!" Hee hee, go Featherington (or Dankworth-Finch, as it were) sisters

"There is only one person who loves the Bridgertons more than I." "You knew it was me." "I suspected. You are not the only lady of the ton who can keep a secret." YEAH AGATHA <3

"We can now tell that solicitor that money came from my writing. He will have no recourse. Time for us to do better." [Softly] "My girl." I wonder if Lady Featherington is gonna come clean and give the money back

"You have always had one voice. There is no separating you from Whistledown. And after seeing you speak today, well, I would not want to." AND it fixed her marriage. What a powerful speech

"If my only purpose in life is to love a woman as great as you, then I will be a very fulfilled man, indeed." "I love you. You are very good man, Mr. Bridgerton." I didn't buy the forgiveness because it feels super rushed, but I do buy this

"Francesca Bridgerton. Kilmartin. Kilmartin is my name now." Ggkhkgjhgkjhg why is Francesca so flustered by Michaela Stirling? Is she also gonna go down a sexuality journey?? Not the sibling I anticipated!! Also does them introducing a new character mean the story will follow Eloise and Francesca in Scotland

Also wait wait wait. IS THIS SUPPOSED TO BE FRANCESCA'S (BOOK SPOILERS THAT I HAVE VAGUELY OBTAINED) OTHER LOVE INTEREST? OH MY GOD

"Only until next year. Do you think Mama would ever let me miss her Masquerade Ball?" WEE OO WEE OO I KNOW ENOUGH ABOUT THE BOOKS TO KNOW THAT THAT MEAN'S BENEDICT'S NEXT BABEYYYYYYY

You know, I kept thinking about how Penelope had lost a titled match for Colin, who is the third son, and it turns out they do get to have a little baby Lord Featherington! And she gets to pass on her family name. I love that for Penelope:

What this season lacked in pacing, it more than made up for in gusto, Bisexual Bridgertons, really powerful and satisfactory friendships, a ton of Bridgerton family interactions, and more than enough romance to keep me giggling and kicking my feet for days. Honestly, it might be my favourite season, for little to do with the main couple, everything to do with the drama and excitement and fun dialogue of it all. I do really keep enjoying this show!! Every part of Bridgerton is good after S1 LOOOOL. KEEP 'EM COMING BABY!

#ayesha liveblogs bridgerton #ayesha says things #liveblogging #long post #bridgerton #bridgerton spoilers #television #spoilers for all of season 3 and some allusions to spoilers for francesca's book #i cannot BELIEVE i am having the time of my life

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myargalargan · 5 months ago

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Been thinking about the fact that what the choir sings at the start of Polin's wedding scene, while everyone is still entering the church, is the "Hostias" movement from Mozart's Requiem...

I thought this was an interesting choice, because typically you would perform Requiem music at a Requiem Mass, which is a Mass for the dead... A funeral...

Been thinking about the fact that, immediately before Polin's wedding scene, we have the scene of Queen Charlotte and her revelation about the identity of Lady Whistledown, which leads her to confronting the Bridgertons at Polin's wedding breakfast.

The idea that this moment—the Queen's realization, the impact it will have on the wedding and on Polin's relationship—marks a major turning point in Lady Whistledown's demise...

And then there's this line from Apuleius's story of Cupid and Psyche, as Psyche's family prepares to deliver her to what they believe will be a monster of a husband thanks to Apollo's prophecy:

"The trappings for the most wretched virgin’s funereal wedding were set in place."

Not only that, but thinking about the fact that the "Hostias" movement is part of the Offertory section of the Mass.

The Offertory, being about sacrifice. The bread and wine are offered up for blessing. The collection plate is passed around. The text is literally:

"Hostias et preces tibi, Domine,

laudis offerimus"

"Sacrifices and prayers, O Lord,

we offer to you in praise"

Sacrifices for what? For pardon from our sins. So that we may enter into eternal life after our worldly death...

And thus, Psyche is accepted, and granted immortality.

#bridgerton #penelope featherington #polin #bridgerton spoilers #bridgerton season 3 #this wasn't the musical polinalysis I expected to write #but it's the one that seized me suddenly last night #still working on the analysis of their theme!#polin songs

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inawearyworld · 10 months ago

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little things in the wonka score/soundtrack that get me every time: a post made by a music major with severe brainrot (seriously it’s getting bad)

• even though i’m not sure how to feel abt what they did orchestrally to pure imagination when it was sung in full, i loved the way it was interwoven until then-the opening credits, the clock tower chiming its intro, etc

• when the intro to hatful of dreams ends and the instrumental HITS. that was the moment i was sitting in the theater like “…oh i’m going to be so charmed by this movie huh”

• something abt the way timmy sings “i’ve put everything i’ve got into my choc’late”. see above bullet point

• welcome to scrubbit’s has no right to be that much of a banger

• the low brass in scrub scrub HELLOOOOO?!?!? the chromatic slides. the muted trumpets. abacus’ bass moments (go off king). the song is literally about laundry and yet IT GOES SO HARD

• walk into the club on a friday night like FIRST YOU PICK UP THE APPAREL AND YOU

• the instrumental of ynhclt that plays while everyone’s flying is so cheesy and so golden-age-of-hollywood-children’s-musical and i cannot help but smile

• the cuh-lassic “one instrument at a time” opening of sweet tooth

• mathew baynton’s voice. that’s it that’s the bullet point.

• #GiveTheCartelMoreTight3PartHarmonies2k24

• well we’ve got lots and lots and lots and loTS AND LOTS AND LOWHY AM I SINGINGGGGGGG

• somethin about how the “noodle noodle” countermelody is a sort of arpeggiated outline of each chord, like a vocal warmup, like he’s letting her take the melody bc he knows she will in time. i’m gonna sob they’re literally family

• the orchestration of for a moment, esp while they’re dancing on the rooftop, just SOARS. idk if anyone here has seen mr magorium’s wonder emporium but that movie shaped my childhood, it’s probably my favorite film score ever, and this instrumental bit is SOOOO reminiscent of it

• clock tower. a fifty-second masterpiece

• CHOCOPOCALYPSE. (for those of us who were on the theatre kid side of the internet in 2018, i think chocopocalypse should be the new calculust. hear me out)

• mat’s voice gets a second bullet point bc what the hell man. literally the sonic embodiment of dark mint chocolate. h e l p m e

• …#fickelgruberisathinmint2k24

• noodle’s portion of ynhclt, while she’s teaching willy to read, has a few instrumental nods to mozart’s famous sonata in c, a typical piece for piano beginners-kids-to learn. in the 1971 film mrs teavee incorrectly identifies mozart as rachmaninoff. this MOVIE

• i wish there could have been more, and more involved/complex, ensemble vocal moments

• charlotte ritchie <3 (okay i’m biased sue me)

• the new orchestration for the oompa loompa song is straight fire

• the LEITMOTIFS the fucking LEITMOTIFS!!!!!!!! the opening fanfare that became the basis of hatful of dreams popping up here and there. the melody to a world of your own playing whenever he thinks of his mom. every time we think willy’s safe from the cartel, ope there’s that descending major sixth again.

• (now that i think about it. sweet tooth is in g major of all keys, rather atypical of a villain song. most of the intervals are major too. it’s the trembling strings that give it that “evil” sound. and it fits so well-like, “we’re not completely immoral! time for a fun little tango! there’s colorful lights! killthisguyplsOH LOOK CONFETTI!” they’re so sinister i love it)

• the way that the intro to a world of your own echoes the intro to pure imagination

• THE ORCHESTRATION DURING “chocolate bushes, chocolate trees” etc AND THE WAY IT BUILDS OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOD. MY HEART JUST BURSTS. EVERY TIME. I AM NOT IMMUNE TO CHEESY MUSICALS.

• the!! chromatic!! basslines!! in!! that!! song!!!!!!!!

• the fact that the bridge comes before the second verse-name any other songs where that happens i dare you. just another example of willy changing the narrative in every way

• the fact that sorry noodle is AN ENTIRE *OTHER* COUNTERMELODY that then falls back into the for a moment melody at the end what the FUUUUUUUUUUUCK

• the monks chanting “giraffe. a massive giraffe”. so fucking funny

• stripping down pure imagination to its essence while willy sings it to noodle was a thousand percent the right decision. and the lyric changes for the situation are sooooooo clever

• as someone who grew up with the 71 movie and has been utterly enamored with its music her whole life, i’m not the world’s hugest fan of this version’s pure imagination orchestration; i get they felt they had to do something different, it just feels slightly too modern/disneyesque, but it had the vibe that they intended for the end of the movie

• anyway god i love this score

#wonka 2023 #wonka movie #wonka #neil hannon #joby talbot #timothée chalamet #calah lane #mathew baynton #charlotte ritchie

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nasuverse-most-breedable-tourney · 9 months ago

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The contenders have been chosen! A whopping 256 characters have been sent to me. Brackets will take awhile to be made but the tournament will start when I'm ready.

Achilles Agravain Altera Altera the Santa Amakusa Shirou Amor Anastasia Andromeda Anne Bonny & Mary Read Antonio Salieri Aoko Aozaki Arash Archimedes Arcueid Arjuna Arjuna Alter Artoria Artoria Alter Artoria Caster Artoria Lancer Artoria Lancer Alter Asclepius Ashiya Douman Asterios Astolfo Asvatthaman Atalanta Atalanta Alter Angra Mainyu Avicebron Baobhan Sith Barghest Bartholomew Roberts Bazett BB Bedivere Beowulf Bhima Billy the Kid Blackbeard Boudica Bradamante Britomart Byrnhild Caenis Calamity Jane Carmilla Ceil Circe Charlemagne Charlotte Corday Chen Gong Chevalier d'Eon Cleopatra Constantine XI Cu Cu (Alter) Cu (Caster) David Daybit Demon King Nobunaga Diarmuid Dioscuri Dobrynya Nikitich Dorothea Coyett Durga Duryodhana Dust of Osiris Edmond Dantes Emiya Enkidu Ereshkigal Europa Fergus mac Roich Fionn mac Cumhaill Fiore Forvedge First Hassan Florence Nightingale Francesca Prelati Francis Drake Fujimaru Ritsuka Fuma Kotaro Gareth Gawain Georgios Gilgamesh Gilgamesh Caster Goetia Goredolf Gorgon Hassan of Serenity Hassan of the Hundred Faces Hildr Hector Henry Jekyll & Hyde Hephaestion Hercules Hippolyta Huang Feihu Huyan Zhuo Ibuki Douji Iskandar Ishtar Ivan the Terrible Izumo no Okuni Jacques de Molay Jacques de Molay Foreigner Jalter Jason Jeanne d'Arc Jinako Carigiri Jing Ke Kadoc Kama Karna Kato Danzo Katsushika Hokusai Kiara Kiichi Hogen Kijyo Koyo Kintoki Kirei Kiritsugu Kirschtaria Wodime Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg Kishinami Hakuno Koyanskaya Kriemhild Kukulkan Lanling Wang Leonardo da Vinci Leysritt Locusta Luviagelita Edelfelt Mandricardo Mash Mata Hari Medea Medusa Meltryllis Mephistopheles Merlin Merlin Prototype Mikiya Kokutou Miss Crane Miyamoto Musashi Miyamoto Iori Mordred Mori Nagayoshi Moriarty (Archer) Moriarty (Ruler) Mozart Muniere Murasaki Shikibu Mysterious Heroine XX Nagkura Shinpachi Neco Arc Nero Nezha Noah Noel Aizome Night of Wallachia Nitocris Nitocris Alter Nrvnqsr Chaos Oberon Oda Kippoushi Oda Nobunaga Odysseus Okada Izo Okita Souji Ortlinde Osakabehime Ozymandias Passionlip Patxi Penthesilea Percival Perseus Phantom of the Opera Proto Arthur Ptolemy Qin Liangyu Queen Himiko Queen Medb Queen of Sheba Quetzalcoatl Quetzalcoatl Samba Raikou Rama Richard the Lionheart Riesbyfe Stridberg Rin Tohsaka Roa Robin Hood Romani Saber (Fate/Samurai Remnant) Saint Martha Saito Hajime Sakamoto Ryouma and Oryo Salome Sasaki Kojiro Scandinavia Peperoncino Scathach Scheherazade Sei Shonagon Semiramis Shakespeare Sherlock Holmes Shi Huang Di Shiki Tohno Shiki Ryougi Shirou Emiya Shuten Douji Sieg Siegfried Sigurd Sisigou Kairi Skadi Souichirou Kuzuki Spartacus Suse Ritsuka Suzuka Gozen Taiga Fujimura Taigong Wang Taira-no-Kagekiyo Takao Dayu Takasugi Shinsaku Takechi Zuizan Tamamo Cat Tamamo no Mae Tenochtitlan Theseus Thrud Tiamat Tomoe Gozen Touko Aozaki Tristan Ushiwakamaru Van Gogh Vlad III Vlov Arkhangel Vritra Watanabe-no-Tsuna Waver Xiang Yu Xuanzang Sanzang Yamanami Keisuke Yan Qing Yang Guifei Yu Mei-ren Yui Shousetsu Zenobia Zeus

#op post

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wardrobeoftime · 1 year ago

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Please do a costume gif set of little Mozart in episode 3 of queen Charlotte a bridgerton story

Sure.

#Queen Charlotte A Bridgerton Story #Bridgerton #Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart #requests

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nikimisery · 6 days ago

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Season 1 Episode 7 - Hook Man

It had been a few days since we had left St. Louis, and while the brothers had been incredibly sweet and understanding with me, I still found myself flinching away from Dean until his scent would hit me, and then I would be left apologizing over and over again and it would end with Dean hugging me, telling me that it was okay, that he understood, but the guilt I felt, knowing that it wasn’t really Dean on top of the face that that I couldn’t get what that monster wearing Dean’s face did to me out of my head... They kept telling me that they understood, they weren’t mad at my jumpiness, or the fact that I would growl if they got too close too fast, or the nightmares, but it was getting to me. I thought I was stronger than this. I knew I was stronger than this... Valkyrie had also been very quiet since everything had happened and that wasn’t helping. I tried talking to her about how she called Dean our mate, but she wouldn’t answer me.

“Alright, thank you for your time.” Sam’s voice sounded out from behind where Dean and I were sitting outside on the patio of this cute little diner we had found. His scent of coffee and books brushed over me as he joined us at the small table, taking the seat on the other side of Dean.

“Your, uh, half-caf, double vanilla latte is getting cold over here, Francis.” Dean made fun of him as he took a seat.

“Bite me.” I almost spit out my drink at that bit of sass from Sam.

“So, anything?”

“I had them check the FBI’s Missing Persons Data Bank.” Sam started with a shake of his head. “No John Doe’s fitting Dad’s description. I even ran his plates for traffic violations.”

“Sam, I’m telling you, I don’t think Dad wants to be found.” Dean told him. The look on Sam’s face almost broke my heart. “Check this out. It’s a new item out of Planes Courier. Ankeny, Iowa. It’s only about a hundred miles from here.”

“The mutilated body was found near the victim’s car, parked on 9 Mile Road.” Sam read out loud, looking over the article Dean had pulled up on the laptop.

“Keep reading.”

“Authorities are unable to provide a realistic description of the killer. The sole eyewitness, whose name has been withheld, is quoted as saying the attacker was invisible.”

“Could be something interesting.” I spoke up.

“Or it could be nothing at all.” Sam told me. “One freaked out witness who didn’t see anything? Doesn’t mean it’s the Invisible Man.”

“But what if it is? Dad would check it out.” Dean said, backing me up. Sam just nodded before packing up, handing me my drink as I got up. Dean reached up, putting his hand on my lower back to guide me to the car, and dammit, I flinched again, but I didn’t move away. I refused to let this ruin me. I let him guide me to the car, opening the door and helping me in with a kiss to my hair.

“Oh hey, Princess.” He started once he was in the car. “I got you something.” He shuffled around in his jacket pocket before he pulled out an iPod, handing it to me.

“Dean, you didn’t have to do that.” I told him, but took the outstretched device, regardless.

“I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to. I put a few songs on there I’ve heard you talk about, plus a couple that I know you like.”

“You did, huh?” Sam said.

“Okay, so I had Sam do it, but I bought it, okay?” I giggled a little at that.

“Thank you, Dean...” I said, quietly. Sam tossed me a pair of headphones with a grin as I started going through the songs. There were a bunch of songs on there that Dean listened to in the car all the time, but also a bunch of other songs I didn’t know Dean even knew the names of. Fall Out Boy, Blink-182, Good Charlotte, but also Enya, Mozart, Eminem... I had always like listening to a wide variety of different music, and this made me so incredibly happy, seeing all of this. I put the headphones on and pressed shuffle, letting the music of the first song wash over me.

“May it be an evening star

Shines down upon you

May it be when darkness falls

Your heart will be true

You walk a lonely road

Oh, how far you are from home”

I closed my eyes as the song played. This song was from one of my favorite movies. Dean had promised to watch it with me before everything happened, but we hadn’t had a chance to. I knew he would love it, it’s just up his alley. I had read the books a long time ago, also trying to get Dean to read them, but that just ended up in him telling me he would listen to me read it, but wouldn’t be caught dead actually reading it himself. I felt myself drift off, laid across the back seat with Dean’s jacket serving as a pillow, the scent of leather and pine drifting through my nose.

The next thing I knew, I felt the car slowing down, coming to a stop outside a red, two-story. Dean got out, opening my door, letting me get out before closing it behind me.

“One more time, why are we here?” Sam asked, climbing out of the car himself.

“Victim lived here.” Dean said, leading the three of us over to a group of guys working on a rundown looking car. “Nice wheels.” He started, those boys looking over at him like he was crazy. “We’re your fraternity brothers. From Ohio. We’re new in town. Transfers. Looking for a place to stay.” He finished up, pointing between himself and Sam.

“What about her?” One of the guys asked, pointing at me, looking me up and down with a grin on his face.

“Yeah...” Dean said, trailing off. He put his hand out behind him, reaching for me. Taking it, he pulled me up to his side. “She’s mine.” He said, finality in his tone, like he was daring the guys to try something, the look on his face was hard, but his hands were gentle, and boy, did those words cause all the butterflies, not just some, ALL OF THEM. The one that asked threw his hands up, showing he meant no harm, and one of the other guys quietly pointed where to go as we walked past them and into the house. Dean held my hand the whole time, never letting go of me, which I was grateful for, with how many unknowns were in this place and everyone was staring. We made our way up the stairs, to the room the guy outside told us to go to, Dean knocking lightly on the open door. Inside was a young dude wearing yellow basketball shorts painting himself purple.

“Who are you?”

“We’re your new roommates.” Dean said, smiling at the guy as he walked into the room.

“Who’s she?”

“She’s not your concern.” He answered him, pulling me in behind him, hand still in mine.

“Do me a favor? Get my back. Big game today.” The kid held out the paintbrush, seemingly towards me, but as I was reaching out for it, Dean pushed his hands away from me, towards Sam.

“He’s the artist. Things he can do with a brush.” Sam looked over at Dean and if looks could kill… Major bitch face. I giggled a little as Dean pulled me behind him and over to a chair, sitting down, subtly patting his leg, giving me the option to sit on his lap. I could tell he wanted me to, but he wasn’t going to make me. I made the decision, I could do this, so I settled down on his lap, his arm wrapping around me, pine and leather wrapping me up in a warm cocoon. “So...” He started, looking at a magazine sitting next to the chair, finding the kids name. “Murph. Is it true?”

“What?”

“We heard one of the guys around here got killed last week.”

“Yeah...” Murph said, trailing off.

“What happened?” Sam asked him, moving the brush over his back.

“They’re saying some psycho with a knife. Maybe a drifter passing through. Rich was a good guy.” Murph told the brothers.

“Rich, he was with somebody?” Sam asked him.

“Not just somebody. Lori Sorensen.” Murph answered him, sounding almost reverent.

“Who’s Lori Sorensen?” Dean asked before turning to look at Sam. “You missed a spot. Just down there, on the back.” He finished, grinning. I smacked him, whispering to him.

“Be nice to your brother.” I told him, but couldn’t quite keep the smile off my own face, which he noticed, shooting me a wink.

“Lori’s a freshman. She’s a local. Super hot. And get this: She’s the reverend’s daughter.”

“You wouldn’t happen to know which church, would you?” Dean asked, patting my leg so I would get up before taking my hand again. He pulled me out of the room behind him as Sam got the information on the church. His hand in mine was such a comfort to me. It’s so strange how, what happened to me, the shapeshifter wearing Dean’s face, could impact me so strongly, but it seemed like the only person who could bring me any solace was Dean. I wouldn’t question it, though, at that moment, I was okay.

We opened the door to the church, Dean’s hands gently pushing me through the door, grabbing my hand again when we got inside, as we waited for Sam to join us.

“Our hearts go out to the family of a young man who perished. And my personal prayers of thanks go out as well because I believe he died trying to protect my daughter.” The reverend paused, pointing down to Lori, in the audience. “And now, as time heals all our wounds, we should reflect on what this tragedy means. To us, as a church.” The sound of the door closing behind Sam echoed through the Sanctuary, cutting off the reverend and making literally every single person sitting in the pews turn to look at us. I ducked my head behind Dean’s shoulder, hiding from the eyes on us. After a second, the reverend continued. “As a community, and as a family. The loss of a young person is particularly tragic. A life unlived is the saddest of passings.” He said as we found a seat, filing into the pew, sitting down. “So, please, let us pray. For peace, for guidance, and for the power to protect our children.” As he finished speaking, everyone around us bowed their heads in prayer, except Dean. Sam elbowed him in the ribs, getting his attention, motioning towards everyone. When he noticed, he dropped his head, along with everyone else. After the service was over and we had made our way outside, we stood off to the side, waiting for Lori to come out. We spotted her make her way out, talking to a pretty girl with long, curly black hair.

“I can’t. It’s Sunday night.” I heard her say.

“It’s just us girls. We’re gonna do tequila shots and watch Reality Bites.” She said.

“My dad makes dinner every Sunday night.”

“Come on, Lori. I know this has been hard, but you are allowed to have fun.:

“I’ll try.” Lori said to the girl, who rolled her eyes. ��

“Okay.” She said, hugging Lori before leaving. We took that as our cue to approach her.

“Are you Lori?” Sam asked her as soon as we reached her.

“Yeah.”

“My name is Sam. This is my brother, Dean and his girlfriend, Freya.” He said as Dean and I waved at her.

“Hi.” Dean said.

“We just transferred here to the university.” Sam told her.

“I saw you inside.” She said.

“We don’t want to bother you. We just heard about what happened and...” Sam trailed off.

“We wanted to say how sorry we were.” Dean finished for him.

“I kind of know what you’re going through. I...” He paused, gathering his thoughts. “I saw someone... get hurt once. It’s something you don’t forget.” He finished. Lori was nodding at him when her dad joined us.

“Dad, um, this is Sam, Dean and Freya. They’re new students.” She introduced us, Dean reaching out to shake his hand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir. I must say, that was an inspiring sermon.” Dean told him, releasing his hand and grabbing mine again.

“Thank you very much. It’s so nice to find young people who are open to the Lord’s message.” The Reverend said to Dean, smiling at him. Dean chuckled momentarily, squeezing my hand before speaking again.

“Listen, uh...” Dean started, pulling me with him to stand to the side, signaling to the Reverend that we’d like to talk to him in private. “We’re new in town, actually. And, uh, we were looking for a, um, a church group.” He finished, leading the Reverend away from Sam and Lori, giving them a chance to talk. I tuned out the conversation happening around me to listen in on Sam and Lori.

“Tell me, Lori. What are the police saying?”

“Well, they don’t have a lot to go on. I think they blame me for that.”

“What do you mean?”

“My story. I was so scared, I guess I was ‘seeing things’.” She told him sadly.

“That doesn’t mean it wasn’t real.” Sam told her.

“It was a pleasure to meet you.” The Reverend said, pulling me back to the conversation in front of me. He reached out his hand, shaking Dean’s first, then mine and then, with a kind smile, he walked away.

“Let’s go get Sammy.” He said, pulling me behind him.

“We should probably go to the library, see what we can find out about this ‘Invisible Killer’.” I said to Dean.

“So, you believe her?” Dean asked, pulling me along behind him as we walked through the library.

“I do.”

“Yeah, I think she’s hot, too.” He said, making me giggle a little.

“No, man, there’s something in her eyes. And listen to this: She heard scratching on the roof. Found the bloody body suspended upside down over the car.”

“Wait, the body was suspended? That sounds like the -”

“Yeah, I know, the Hook Man legend.” Sam cut him off.

“Wait, like THE Hook Man?” I asked, Sam just nodded at me.

“That’s one of the most famous urban legends ever.” Dean said, pulling us down one of the isles. “You don’t think that we’re dealing with the Hook Man.”

“Every urban legend has a source. A place where it all began.”

“Yeah, but what about the phantom scratches?” Dean asked. “And the tire punctures and the invisible killer?”

“Well, maybe the Hook Man isn’t a man at all.” Sam began.

“What if it’s some kind of spirit?” I finished for him. “Let’s find a table, ask the Librarian for the records we need.” I said, pulling on Dean this time, Sam following behind us.

Dean and I found a table as Sam went to ask for help.

“How you doing, Princess.” He asked, pulling a chair for me. He had become even more protective and attentive since the incident in St. Louis. I could probably, quite literally rip his arms from his body, but it didn’t seem to matter to him, my physical strength. He kept a watchful eye on me at all times and it made my chest feel warm when I thought about it.

“I’m okay.” I told him. “I have my moments, like earlier in the Frat House, but I’m getting there.” Nodding his head, his hand reached out to settle on my thigh as Sam rejoined us, sitting on Dean’s other side. “Hey, boys?”

“Yeah?” Sam said.

“What’s up?” Dean said at the same time.

“Thank you.” I said, causing them both to nod. “No, really. Thank you. For everything.”

“You don’t have to thank us, Shortcake.” Sam said, placing his hand on top of mine, where I had laid it on the table. “You’re family.” The words brought tears to my eyes, but I tried to blink them away before they could fall. Dean’s hand squeezed my thigh, causing me to look at him.

“He’s not wrong, you know.” He said. “You don’t have to thank us.” Then he smirked at me before talking again. “But if you really want to thank us, focus on getting better. And let us help you when you need it.” Smiling at him, I nodded, one tear escaping as I looked at him. He reached up, using his thumb to wipe away the stray tear.

“Here you go.” The librarian said, interrupting the moment. “Arrest records going back to 1851.” She all but dropped two heavy boxes on the table in front of us, dust flying everywhere. Dean leaned forward, blowing some of said dust off the box in front of us. “Okay.” She said, turning and walking away. Dean watched her go for a moment before turning back to Sam with an eyebrow arched.

“So, this is how you spent four good years of your life, huh?” Dean asked Sam.

“Welcome to higher education.” He said, opening the box, pulling out files and distributing them out to us. I giggled a little before opening the file.

“He’s not wrong.” I said, reading over the information in front of me. Not finding anything, I closed it and moved on to the next one. That went on for what felt like hours, before Sam spoke up, having moved to the stack behind us, reading out of one of the books there.

“Hey, check this out.” He said, motioning for Dean to come join him. “1862. A preacher named Jacob Karnes was arrested for murder. Looks like he was so angry over the red light district in town that one night he killed 13 prostitutes.” I turned in my chair, abandoning what I was reading to give my full attention to what he was saying. “Uh, right here, ‘some of the deceased were found in their bed, sheets soaked with blood. Others suspended upside down from the limbs of trees as a warning against sins of the flesh’.” He read.

“Get this, the murder weapon? Looks like the preacher lost his hand in an accident. Had it replaced with a silver hook.” Dean read.

“Look where all this happened.” Sam said, pointing to a different page.

“9 Mile Road.”

“Same place where the frat boy was killed.” I filled in.

“Nice job, Dr. Venkmen.” Dean said, turning back to me. “Let’s go check it out.” Sam started gathering everything up as Dean came back over to the table, reaching his hand out for me. “Ready, Princess?” Nodding, I reached up for his hand, letting him pull me up and after him out of the library.

After we left the library, Dean took us to get something to eat before we went out to the crime scene. We walked into this cute little diner, finding a seat in a corner booth.

“In you go, princess.” Dean told me, pushing me into the booth first. Our waiter came up, I was still having a hard time with unfamiliar men, so I just looked down, pushing myself further into the booth. If the boys noticed, they didn’t say anything. Dean ordered me a Dr. Pepper, because let’s face it, Dr. Pepper is life, before turning to me. “You looking for anything in particular?” He asked, pointing to the menu, but I just shook my head no. His hand found my thigh under the table, giving me a reassuring squeeze as the waiter brought our drinks back and sat them on the table. He asked if we were ready to order, so they boys went ahead, Dean ordering for me since I was having a bit of a hard time at the moment as Sam opened my straw, putting it in my cup. They did it for me, almost unconsciously, without a second thought, and it made my heart swell in my chest. They talked about the case a little bit as I stared out the window, trying to take in the area around us. His hand never left my thigh, his thumb rubbing soothing circles. It was almost distracting, I won’t lie. The memory of his hands and lips and especially his thigh was still fresh in my mind, causing heat to zing through my body. My thoughts were a jumbled mess, one second, I wanted nothing more than to completely turn myself over to this man, but the next, panic would take over me and my throat would swell shut. I hated it. I hated myself for feeling all of this, but I didn’t know what to do, what to think. What was the right thing to do? What was the right thing to think?

“Here you go.” Our waiter said, placing our food down in front of us. I’ll be completely honest with you, I didn’t even hear what Dean had ordered for me.

“Thanks.” Sam told him, shooting him a smile and a nod. Dean pushed my plate over in front of me, causing me to look down to see what I had. A smile broke out on my face when I realized he had ordered one of my favorite meals. A chicken sandwich, bacon, tomato, Swiss cheese and ranch with a side of onion rings. I turned to say thank you, but he just shook his head with a smile, squeezing my thigh.

“Eat, Princess. We got a ghost to hunt.” Was all he said before digging into his own burger.

It was well after dark as we pulled down the little dirt road that led to our destination. Sam had the spotlight that was hooked to the car going, searching around the area as Dean pulled the car to a stop, getting out and opening my door for me before making his way to the trunk. He opened it up, propping open the weapons compartment before pulling out a double barrel shotgun, handing it to Sam.

“Here you go.” He said. He pulled out a second one, handing it to me.

“If it is a spirit, buckshot won’t do much good.” Sam told him, checking the gun.

“Yeah, rock salt.”

“Huh. Salt being a spirit deterrent.” Sam replied. Dean pulled out a coil of rope before he shut the trunk, grabbing my hand, and walking off towards the line of trees we had parked in front of.

“Yeah. It won’t kill them, but it will slow them down.” He told Sam.

“That’s pretty good. You and Dad think of this?”

“I told you, you don’t have to be a college graduate to be a genius.” I heard a noise right as he finished speaking, so I pulled on Dean’s hand, pointing to my ear, making him stop and listen as well. “Over there, Over there.” He said, pointing, Sam cocking and raising his gun towards the sound. There was a tense pause as we waited for whatever it was to show themselves, rustling in the trees in front of us, but to our surprise, it wasn’t a ghost, spirit, or anything else we might be hunting. It was the sheriff.

“Put the guns down now!” He said, pointing his own at us as he emerged. “Now! Put your hands behind your head.” I dropped the gun as quickly as I could, following his orders.

“W-w-wait, okay, okay!” Dean said, putting the rope down before putting his hands up.

“Now get down on your knees. Come on, do it! On your knees!” We lowered ourselves down, kneeling on the gravel as he approached us. “Now, get down on your bellies. Come on, do it!”

“They had the guns…” Dean said, trailing off as he laid down.

“Jackass.” I whispered to Dean, but he just shot me a smirk.

“Brat.”

We had been separated as soon as we got to the station, but I could still hear the boys talking to whoever was interrogating them. Sam had, thus far, refused to answer any questions. Dean on the other hand, hadn’t stopped talking since we got in here, talking about how much fun he had been having, out with his girl, hazing this new idiot pledge. It was funny, I won’t lie, but I think I was getting separation anxiety. I didn’t have either brother with me and it was making me nervous. It was almost like he knew I was feeling that way because I heard his voice, clear as day, coming through the walls.

“Relax, Princess. I’ll have us out of here soon.”

It wasn’t a fix all, but it definitely helped me breathe easier.

“Ma’am?” a woman’s voice broke me out of my listening, coming into the door. “I just need to ask you a few questions.” She said, closing the door behind her. Good. At least it was a female officer.

“Yeah. Okay.”

“What were you doing out there with those two boys tonight?” My mind flashed to what I heard Dean telling them earlier, so I decided to play into it, grabbing a strand of my hair and twirling it around my finger.

“My boyfriend thought it would be funny.” I said in a nasally voice, trying to play the dumb blonde college girl thing up.

“Funny for what?” She asked.

“Something about some stupid prank on that new kid.”

“And why did you have a gun?”

“He said it would be even more funny if I had one too. It didn’t even have any of those red thingies in it.” I said, alluding to the normal shells used for shotguns.

“Yeah…” The officer said, trailing off. I was obviously doing way too good of a job at selling it because she rolled her eyes up to the ceiling, mumbling ‘Lord help me’ under her breath before she stood back up, walked around to my side of the table and undid my cuffs. “You’re free to go. Just… Stay out of the woods… and maybe find a new boyfriend.” She said, ushering me out of the room and down the hall. Dean and Sam were already there, waiting on me.

“But he’s like, so cute though!” I said to the officer, pouting as I looked at her, but she just rolled her eyes at me.

“On you go.” She replied, giving me a gentle push towards the boys. Dean had an eyebrow raised at me as I reached them, the smirk back on his face.

“So cute, huh?” He said, taking his hand in mine.

“Hush.” I told him, sticking my tongue out at him, making him laugh a little at me before turning to his brother.

“Saved your ass!” He said, pulling me out of the station, Sam behind us. “Talked the sheriff down to a fine. Dude, I’m Matlock.”

“But how?” Sam asked, watching the door close with a confused look on his face.

“He told him you were a dumbass pledge and that we were hazing you.” I added.

“And the shotgun?” Sam asked, bitch face in full swing.

“I said that you were hunting ghosts and the spirits were repelled by rock salt. You know. Typical Hell Week prank.” Dean replied.

“And your shotgun?” Sam turned to me.

“I told them,” I began, raising my free hand and making quotations in the air. “My boyfriend said it would be so much more funny if I had a gun too. Like… it didn’t even have any of those red thingies in it!” Totally overdramatizing the way I spoke, but getting my point across, regardless. Dean busted out laughing as soon as I finished talking, Sam’s bitch face was back in full effect.

“Very funny.” He said, glaring at his brother and I. “And they believed you?”

“Well, you look like a dumbass pledge.” He said, getting cut off by several different officers running out of the building to their cars.

“The hell?” I said, sharing a look with the boys before Dean opened my door and ushered me inside, getting in and following the cars.

We pulled up to the street of Lori’s Sorority House, but we couldn’t get down it, due to how many cop cars and ambulances were already on the scene, so we parked a little ways down before Dean turned to me.

“What can you hear?” He asked. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and started sifting through all of the different noises reaching my ears before I heard the familiar voice of the Reverend speaking to the same sheriff that arrested us the night before, focusing on that, relaying back to the boys what was being said.

“I just want to take her home.” The Reverend said.

“I understand that, Reverend, but Lori’s now connected to two murders, and I can’t ignore that.”

“Listen to me. Arrest her now, or let me take her home.” There is a pause before the Sheriff speaks again.

“Make sure she’s available for questioning.”

“Thank you…” He said, ending the conversation with the sheriff. “Sweetheart, you ready to go home?”

I told the boys what was going on, and we had decided that maybe we should just sneak into the sorority house so we could see for ourselves what was going on, so Dean pulled the Impala away from the curb, driving around to the next street over before parking behind the house.

“Why would the Hook Man come here?” Sam asked as we reached the house, walking quietly across the grass. “This is a long way from 9 Mile Road.”

“Maybe he’s not haunting the scene of his crime. Maybe it’s something else.” Dean told him, immediately pushing the two of us back against the house as two of the girls came out of the side entrance, but they were talking to each other, not paying any attention to us. “Dude, sorority girls! Think we’ll see a naked pillow fight?” He asked, watching the girls walk away, but we ignored him. Sam had already made his way up to the roof by the time Dean noticed he wasn’t there anymore. I jumped up, reaching the edge of the room, pulling myself up and ‘accidentally’ kicking Dean in the back of the head in the process.

“Sorry…” I said as he joined me up on the roof, rubbing the back of his head. “I was too busy watching those girls, didn’t see you there.” I smirked at him, but he just glared at me.

“Yeah, yeah.” He said, but you could tell he wasn’t really mad at me. He grabbed my hand, pulling me back along behind him as we made our way across the roof to where Sam was opening a window. Sam made his way in, followed by Dean. I was getting ready to go in after him when I heard him and Sam start fighting. “Oh, sorry!” Dean said.

“Be quiet.”

“You be quiet!”

“You be quiet!” Sam’s voice came as I finally made my way through the window.

“How about you both be quiet or I’m going to smash your heads together!” I told them, causing them both to immediately shut up and look at the ground, each mumbling an apology before I made my way to the door of the closet we were in. “Fuck, there is a lot of blood out there.” I whispered, pulling back from the door before I could even look out, so Sam took over, pushing the door open a little before jerking back.

“Cops.” He whispered, putting his finger to his lips. Dean’s hand found mine again as I was trying to regulate the iron smell of blood surrounding me. A thought popped in my head then, so I stepped closer to Dean, leaning my forehead down on his shoulder and taking a deep breath. Relief flooded through me when, instead of the sharp iron smell of blood, I got pine trees and leather. He didn’t say anything, just stayed quiet as I was breathing, squeezing my hand in silent support. We only had to wait a few more seconds for the officer to leave the room, Sam pushing the door open and walking out, Dean pulling me out behind him.

“You were right…” Dean said, trailing off and squeezing my hand again. “There is a lot of blood here.”

“Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light?” Sam read.

“That’s right out of the legend.” I told them.

“Yeah, that’s classic Hook Man all right.” Dean said. I tapped my nose when he finished speaking.

“Do you smell that? It took me a second with all the blood, but…” I said.

“It’s definitely a spirit.”

“Yeah, I’ve never smelled ozone this strong before.” Sam told us. Dean had let go of my hand for a second to walk over to the window, checking outside, so I took the opportunity to walk around myself, coming to the end of bed, I noticed something on the wall.

“Hey, come here.” I said, both boys joining me. “Does that look familiar to you?”

“Yeah… Yeah it does.” Sam answered me.

“Let’s get out of here.” I said, pulling the boys back into the closet with me so we could get back out the same way we got in. “Don’t make so much noise this time.” I told them, pushing them towards the window.

“Yes mom.” Sam sassed me pulling himself out of the window, but Dean just smirked at me before he spoke.

“Yes ma’am.” He said, winking at me and followed Sam. Once we were back at the car, the boys sat on the hood while I got the paper we nabbed from the library out of the back seat, handing it to Sam as I rounded the car, standing in front of them.

“It’s the same symbol. Seems like it’s the spirit of Jacob Karns.” Sam said, pointing at the symbol at the bottom of the page.

“All right, let’s find the dude’s grave, salt and burn the bones, and put him down.”

“It’s not going to be that simple.” I told him.

“Why?”

“After execution,” Sam started, reading what I had already gone over out loud. “Jacob Karns was laid to rest in an Old North Cemetery. In an unmarked grave.” He finished, the brothers shooting looks at each other.

“Super.” Dean complained, standing up and grabbing my hand, pulling me around the car with him.

“Okay, so we know it’s Jacob Karns.” Sam said. “But we still don’t know where he’ll manifest next. Or why.”

“I’ll take a wild guess about why. I think your little friend Lori has something to do with it.” Dean answered him, pulling a ticket off his windshield before opening the door for me to get in, before getting in himself. Sam had a look on his face that said he didn’t quite believe what Dean said, but he didn’t question it as he pulled away from the curb.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I asked Dean, adjusting my tank top one more time. I had decided to wear a pair of tight, dark blue jeans, knee high boots and a low cut black tank.

“You look hot, Princess.” He said, raking his eyes over me. “Plus, we’ll be right there the whole time, no one will bother you.”

“Yeah, okay…” I trailed off, taking his hand before he had a chance to reach for mine. “Let’s just do this.” I told them. They both nodded before walking into a party at the frat house we were in a few days ago. The sounds of the party hit me all at once, almost overwhelming me, but I kept a solid grip on Dean’s hand, grounding myself as we made our way through the people. Dean and I elected to see if we could find out any information about Jacob Karns or any other mysterious happenings around the party, so with a reluctant sigh, I let go of Dean’s hand, causing him to turn to look at me with a questioning look.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, but if we’re going to get information, I gotta mingle.”

“You can stay with me… You know we can figure this out without all that.” He said.

“I know, but I gotta get out of this funk, out of my shell at some point.” I told him, noticing a pool table over in the corner surrounded by college kids. “I’ll be over there.” I said, pointing to the table. “Just don’t go far.” With that, I turned, took a deep breath and made my way over to the table. I could feel his eyes on me, letting me know he was keeping watch over me. “You boys like pool?” I asked with a grin.

“Hell yeah, you know how to play?” A blonde guy asked me, walking up to me. I could feel the panic trying to make it’s way into my throat, but I pushed it down. I could do this.

“I love playing!” I said, college girl persona back in place.

“How about we play for something?” He asked, stepping closer to me.

“What did you have in mind?”

“How about, if I win, I get your number. If you win, you get whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want?” I asked, twirling my hair around my finger again.

“Whatever you want.” He repeated.

“You’ve got yourself a deal.” I told him.

“I’ll let you break.” He said, walking around setting up the table. I took my position as soon as he was done, intentionally messing up my shot, barely even moving the pool balls around the table. I could see his smirk out of the corner of my eye, he thought this was going to be an easy win.

“So,” I began as he looked around the table, deciding where to make his shot. “It’s so awful what happened to Rich.” I said, gauging his reaction. I could smell the initial surprise followed by a twinge of both sadness and annoyance.

“Yeah, he was a pretty okay dude.”

“What happened?” I asked, watching him sink a stripe. 15. He went again, sinking both 11 and 9 before it was my turn.

“He was stabbed to death.” I inhaled, acting shocked as he spoke.

“Does that happen around here a lot?” I asked, hand over my chest.

“No, don’t worry, nothing will happen to you.” He said, smirking at me. I could see Dean, slowly circling the pool table, just on the edge of the crowd as we played. It was my turn then, so I stepped up to the table, eyeing it for my best shot.

“What do you know about Jacob Karns?”

“The crazy old preacher from back in the day?” My surprise was real this time as I glanced at him. “I’m an anthropology major.” He explained.

“Yeah, that would be the one.” I said with a nod, lining up my shot, sinking the 2 ball.

“Just know that he went crazy, murdered a bunch of hookers, got sent to prison and executed.” He told me, all things I already knew as I sank 6, 3 and 1.

“Do you know where he’s buried?” I asked, receiving a look that just screamed ‘what the hell’ from him. “I’m writing a paper on him in my local history class.” I missed the shot for 5 ball, letting him take a turn.

“Some old cemetery out off Ankeny Blvd.” He said, watching me. “His plot is out in the back, away from the other graves.” He lined up and took out the 10 and 14 balls before missing on 13. It was my turn so I lined up, sinking the 4 and 5 ball in one shot. “Thought you said you weren’t very good at this.”

“I never said that. I think I said I loved playing…” I told him, trailing off as I set up my shot for the 7, sinking it. I studied the table, trying to find a good shot for the 8, but I wasn’t finding one when I heard Dean whisper from his spot in the crowd.

“Corner pocket, other side of the table.”

I smirked as I heard his voice, following his advice. I called it to the blonde boy, whose name I still didn’t know.

“Right corner pocket.” I told him, pointing to it with my pool stick, before sinking it.

“Well, good looking, looks like you won.” He said, setting his stick down on the table before coming around, standing right in front of me. “What is it that you want?” I didn’t answer him right away, finding Dean’s eyes in the crowd and sticking my hand out to him. I turned back to the blonde as he reached me, taking my hand.

“Yeah, him.” I answered, pulling him with me and away from the shocked looking blonde, Dean snickering behind me. We found Sam standing in the middle of the party, looking so out of place. “Look at him.” I told Dean. “He looks like such an awkward sasquatch.” I giggled. He just laughed before pulling me over to his brother.

“Hey.” Sam said, noticing us.

“Man, you’ve been holding out on me. This college thing is awesome!” Dean told him, watching a group of girls walk past us. I poked him in the ribs at that, causing him to lean down and whisper to me. “Jealous, Princess?” My cheeks flared at that.

“Focus, Sugar.” I told him, pushing his face away from mine, but he definitely caught the blush on my face, regardless of the low lights.

“This wasn’t really my experience.” Sam told us.

“Let me guess. Libraries, studying, straight A’s?” He asked, watching Sam nod in agreement. “What a geek.”

“Hey, now. I was the same way.” I admonished him.

“Yeah, but I guarantee you were hot while doing it.” He told me with a wink, but I just scoffed and rolled my eyes at him. He pinched my hip before turning back to Sam.

“Alright, you do your homework? Freya got a little bit of information from the Brad Pitt wannabe, over there, but not a lot we didn’t already know.”

“Yeah. It was bugging me, right? So how is the Hook Man tied up with Lori?” Sam started, but Dean silenced him, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from as many ears as he could. “So I think I came up with something.” He told us, unrolling the piece of paper he had in his hand.

“1932. Clergyman arrested for murder. 1967. Seminarian held in hippie rampage.” Dean read off.

“There’s a pattern here. In both cases, the suspect was a man of religion who openly preached against immorality. And then found himself wanted for killings he claimed were the work of an invisible force.” He told us as we walked through the house. “Killings carried out – get this – with a sharp instrument.”

“What’s the connection to Lori?” Dean asked.

“A man of religion?” I told him. “Who openly preaches against immorality?” I swear I watched the light bulb go on in that man’s brain.

“Except maybe this time, instead of saving the whole town, he’s just trying to save his only daughter.” Sam finished for me.

“Reverend Sorensen. You think he’s summoning the spirit?” Dean asked us.

“Maybe.” I said.

“Or, you know how a poltergeist can haunt a person instead of a place?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, the spirit latches on to the reverend’s repressed emotions, feeds off them, yeah, okay.” Dean said, thinking it all over.

“Without the reverend ever even knowing it.”

“Either way, you should keep an eye on Lori tonight.” Dean told him. Sam nodded before speaking.

“What about you two?” Dean looked away, a blonde girl standing by the pool tables was staring at us and I shot her a smile.

“We’re gonna go see if we can find that unmarked grave.” He said with a grimace, cursing under his breath before he pulled me behind him and out of the house, leaving Sam behind. When we reached the car, he pulled me with him to the driver’s door, opening it and ushering me in and across the seat. “You good?” He asked. “You didn’t have to do that.” He told me, his hand on my thigh as he drove away from the house. I thought over his question for a second before I answered him.

“Yeah. I am, actually. I thought it would be harder than that, but I knew you were there the whole time.” I told him, shyly. He didn’t reply, but he did squeeze my thigh before speaking again.

“What exactly did he say? Off Ankeny Blvd?” He asked, changing the subject.

“Yeah. He said the plot was away from the other graves.”

“Good, that should make things a little easier.” He said, pulling the car into the cemetery. Finding a place to park, he got out, going to the trunk to get a couple of shovels. I took that time to change out of the boots I was in and into a pair of sneakers. There was no way in hell I was going to go desecrate a grave in heels. “You ready?” He asked, shutting the trunk.

“Let’s go.” He grabbed my hand, pulling me with him as we started making our way through the cemetery. He had his flashlight, but I just flashed my eyes, looking at the headstones as we walked. A twig snapping in the bushes around us had him pausing, pulling me close to him.

“Relax, it’s just a deer.” I told him after a second of watching the bushes. The doe just watching us before she walked away.

“I’m perfectly relaxed.” He said with a scoff, pulling me with him again. It took us a few minutes, but we finally found a headstone with the same symbol that was on the wall back in Lori’s room. “Here we go.” He said, walking over to it, setting down his bag before handing me one of the shovels he had gotten. We got to work without any words, digging as fast as we could. It took us several hours, but we were almost there. I was all the way in the hole at this point, Dean’s head coming just above the edge of where we started digging. “That’s it.” He said as we finally got to the casket. “Next time, we get to watch the cute girl’s house.” He said, grunting as he finally broke through the wooden top. “Hello, preacher.”

“What, this not your idea of a good time?” I sassed at him, causing him to roll his eyes at me.

“How is it, we’ve been working non stop, digging, and you look like you’ve barely broken a sweat?"

"I don’t know… could be because I’m fuckin awesome.” I laughed at him, pulling myself out of the grave, turning to help him out.

“Sure, princess. Sure.” He said as he opened the bag, pulling out the salt and the lighter fluid. “Fuckin awesome. Right. In what universe?” He sassed right back.

“All of them.” I said, grabbing the salt out of his hand. I started pouring it over him, saturating every inch of him that I could before Dean started soaking his bones in the lighter fluid. Once he was done, he pulled a couple matches out, striking them all at once, throwing them down onto the bones.

“Goodbye, preacher.” He said. I took the lighter fluid and the matches from him, packing the bag back up and throwing it over my shoulder as he watched the bones burn. The sun was starting to come up by the time we made our way back to the Impala, Dean’s hand in mine again. When we reached the car, he opened the driver's door again, for me to slide in, but I paused, turning to look at him. He shot me a questioning look, but I just leaned up, placing a kiss on his soft lips.

“Thank you.” I told him.

“I’m not sure what I did, but if this is the thanks I get, remind me so I can do it again.” I smiled up at him, shaking my head a little before I spoke.

“Thank you for everything you’ve done for me, in getting through all of this.” I told him. His hand came up, cupping my face before he leaned in this time, pressing into me. The kiss was sweet, reminding me of that night, slow and steady, but still filling me with that same intense heat. His phone ringing is what caused him to pull back, breaking the kiss. As he pulled it out of his pocket, I leaned my head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, his free arm coming up and wrapping around me. I listened to what was being said, Sam was calling to inform us that the Reverend was in the hospital and that’s where he was.

“Come on, Princess, let’s go meet up with Sammy.” He said, pulling back from the hug and gently pushing me into the car.

Walking into the hospital, I pulled Dean behind me, following Sam’s voice. I could hear him speaking to the sheriff. We found him, down at the end of the hallway we were walking down, but we were stopped by a couple of officers, holding their hands out, not wanting to let us through.

“No, it’s alright, we’re with him. He’s my brother.” Dean told the officers. “Hey! Brother!” He yelled out, hand in the air, waving, getting Sam’s attention.

“Let him through.” The sheriff talking to Sam waved to the officers.

“Thanks.” Dean said, pulling me along behind him. “You okay?” He asked as soon as we reached Sam.

“Yeah.”

“What the hell happened?”

“Hook Man.”

“You saw him? Dean asked.

“Damn right.” Sam said, stopping us from moving any farther with a hand on Dean’s arm. “Why didn’t you torch the bones?”

“What are you talking about, we did.” He said, gesturing between the two of us. “You sure it’s the spirit of Jacob Karns?”

“It sure as hell looked like him. And that’s not all. I don’t think the spirit is latching on to the reverend.”

“Well, yeah, the guy wouldn’t send the Hook Man after himself.” Dean said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“I think it’s latching onto Lori.” Sam told him. “Last night, she found out her father is having an affair with a married woman.”

“So what?” I smacked Dean in the arm when he said that.

“So she’s upset about it. She’s upset about the immorality of it. She told me she was raised to believe that if you do something wrong, you get punished.”

“Okay, so she’s conflicted. And the spirit of Preacher Karns is latching onto the repressed emotions and maybe he’s doing the punishing for her, huh?” Dean said, seemingly pretty proud of himself.

"Right. Rich comes on too strong, Taylor tries to make her into a party girl, dad has an affair.”

“Remind me not to piss this girl off.” Dean said, pausing as one of the doctors walked past where we were standing. “But we burned those bones, she buried them in salt. Why didn’t that stop him?”

“You must have missed something.”

“No. We burned everything in that coffin.”

“What wasn’t in the coffin, Sugar?” I asked him, the idea hitting me that I never once saw the hook. He gave me a questioning look, so I kept talking. “The hook was missing. I didn’t even think about it until now.” I said.

“The hook?”

“Well, it was the murder weapon, and in a way, it was a part of him.” Sam explained.

“So, like the bones, the hook is a source of his power.” Dean realized.

“So, if we find the hook…” Sam started.

“We stop the Hook Man.” They both said, together.

“You guys are so cute.” I said, walking away, back down the hall.

We made our way back to the library we were at earlier, looking through more logbooks and records, trying to figure out what happened to the personal effects of Jacob Karns. We each had a big, heavy book open in front of us, but it was Dean that found the first bit of information.

“Here’s something, I think. Logbook, Iowa State Penitentiary.” He said, pulling the pen lid he was chewing on out of his mouth. “Karns, Jacob. Personal effects: Disposition thereof.”

“Does it mention the hook?” Sam asked him, looking over at the book next to him.

“Yeah, maybe.” He said, moving his finger over the page, looking for the right words. “Upon execution, all earthly items shall be remanded to the prisoner’s house of worship, S. Barnabas Church.”

“Is that where Lori’s father preaches?”

“Yeah.”

“Where Lori lives?” I asked.

“Maybe that’s why the Hook Man has been haunting reverends and reverends’ daughters for the past 200 years.” Dean said, turning to look over at me before looking back at his brother.

“Yeah, but if the hook were at the church or Lori’s house, don’t you think someone might’ve seen it? I mean, a bloodstained, silver-handled hook?” Sam asked.

“Check the church records.” Dean suggested. We all got up at that point, splitting up, looking for something that would help, and ended up in the sitting area, books spread out all around us. Dean was sitting in a chair, leaning up against a pillar while I was sitting on the floor in front of him, leaning against one of his legs as we read.

“St. Barnabas donations, 1862.” Sam spoke from where he was sitting in front of us. “Received silver-handled hook from state penitentiary. Reforged.” Letting out a sigh, Sam closed the book. “They melted it down. Made it into something else.”

“Let’s go.” Dean said, closing his own book, taking mine from my hands before helping me up.

It was dark by the time we finally made it out of the library. Dean drove us to the church, opening my door to let me out when we parked.

“Alright, we can’t take any chances.” He said, once everyone was out of the car. “Anything silver goes in the fire.”

“I agree. So, Lori’s still at the hospital. We’ll have to break in.”

“Alright, take your pick.”

“I’ll take the house.” Sam told him.

“Okay.” Dean replied, taking my hand, pulling me behind him towards the church. “Hey.” He called back, pausing for a second. Once Sam was facing him again, he spoke. “Stay out of her underwear drawer.” He smirked, pulling me behind him again. I smacked his arm for that one.

“He’s not you.”

“He’s a lot freakier than you give him credit for.” He said, chuckling to himself.

“Hush, you.” I said, opening the door for him to walk through. Together, we started systematically working our way through the church, anything that looked even slightly silver was grabbed before we made our way downstairs, where the furnace was, getting it up and running.

“I got everything that even looked silver.” Sam’s voice called out as he descended the stairs and into view.

“Better safe than sorry.” Dean answered him, coming over to join us, helping us throw everything into the fire. I heard the door open and close, softly, before I grabbed Dean’s arm, footsteps loud enough for the boys to hear followed. “Move, move.” He said, grabbing his gun and pulling me with him up the stairs, but when we noticed it was Lori there, Dean nudged Sam, motioning for him to go talk to her, before pulling me back downstairs with him. “What are they talking about?” He asked me, once we were back downstairs.

“She’s not okay. She knows this is all her fault, but she doesn’t understand, she thinks Karns is some kind of ‘avenging angel’, her words. He’s trying to comfort her.” I told him. I could still hear them talking, but I heard a separate noise now too. “Dean…” I started. “Something’s not right.” The words were barely out of my mouth before we heard Lori let out a scream. I took off before I could even think about it, racing up the stairs as fast as I could. I found them in the foyer by the door we went down and barreled into Sam, knocking him out of the way just in time for the hook to dig straight into my shoulder. I let out a scream as he dug in, the hook pushing it’s way back out the front of my chest. “Go!” I screamed at him, motioning him to go after Lori, who, at this point, was all the way down at the other end of the hallway, laying on the floor. I swiped at the spirit in front of me with a little iron dagger I had found in my jacket pocket, causing him to disappear, but I wasn’t fast enough to stop him reappearing in front of Sam and Lori, knocking Sam back into the wall. He fell to the floor, a bookshelf dropping down on top of him. I raced, as fast as I could, to try and get them both up, but Dean’s words halted my actions.

“Sam, drop!” Sam hit the deck just as Dean let off a shot, causing the spirit to disappear again.

“I thought we got all the silver?” I asked, leaning against the wall, holding my shoulder. I was healing, but it still hurt and it was bleeding, quite a lot.

“So did I.” Dean answered.

“Then why is he still here?” Sam asked next.

“Well, maybe we missed something!”

“Lori, where did you get that chain?” Sam asked her.

“My father gave it to me.”

“Where’d your dad get it?” Dean asked next, impatience coloring his words.

“He said it was a church heirloom, he gave it to me when I started school.”

“Is it silver?!” Sam asked.

“Yes!” She cried as Sam yanked the chain off her neck. Scratching noises started up down the hall behind me, all of us turning our heads to watch as the hook made a long gouge in the wall before jumping over to the opposite wall.

“Sam!” Dean yelled out, throwing his shotgun to him before Sam threw him the necklace. Dean also threw the last two salt rounds at him that he had with him, but Sam missed them. They landed on the floor right next to Lori. I booked it over to Sam, picking up the shells, just as he shot at the place where the hook left its last mark, then he dropped. Taking the shells from me, he loaded the gun, but just as he was about to aim again, Karns appeared right in front of him, knocking the gun out of his hands. I grabbed Sam by the collar of his jacket, shoving him behind me as I placed myself between Karns and Sam. Lori was still on the ground doing her best to hide behind Sam. Karns lifted his hook, moving to swipe it down across me again when he burst into flames. Dean must have gotten the necklace in the furnace just in time. I collapsed back against Sam as soon as he was gone, holding my shoulder. It wasn’t bleeding as badly now, but it still hurt like a bitch. Dean appeared right after that, rushing over to us after taking a look around, assessing the situation. Dropping to his knees next to me, he brought his hands up, moving mine off my shoulder before taking a look at it.

“You good, Princess?” He asked, putting pressure on my shoulder. Letting out a hiss, I answered him.

“Peachy.”

“Come on, let’s get you up.” Still holding the pressure, he pulled me up, Sam’s hands on my back, helping push. Once we got outside, and the cops came, Dean pulled his jacket up around my shoulders before pulling me with him to talk to one of the officers. I just leaned against his chest as he spoke, listening to the sound of his heartbeat as I waited for my shoulder to heal.

“And you saw him, too?” The officer asked. “The man with the hook?” I nodded my head, but Dean spoke for me.

“Yes, I told you, we all saw him. We fought him off and then he ran.”

“And that’s all?”

“Yeah, that’s all.”

“Listen, you, your girl and your brother –“ The officer began, but Dean cut him off.

“Oh, don’t worry, we’re leaving town.” He said, pulling a giggle out of me as he pulled me over to the car and away from the officer. Once he got me into the car, he pulled his jacket back, inspecting the almost nonexistent wound in my shoulder. “You gotta be careful, Princess.” He said, running his fingers over it.

“I’m okay. It was either me or Sam.” He had a look on his face that I couldn’t place, but he didn't say anything, just nodded at me as he pulled my shirt back into place, the jacket following it. Leaning over, he placed a small, chaste kiss on my lips before getting into the driver’s seat, settling in and waiting for Sam to join us.

“We could stay.” He told him, as soon as he was in the car and settled, but Sam just shook his head. I could feel the disappointment coming off him, but he didn’t say anything else, just put the car into gear and drove away.

“Nik…” Sam started. “Next time, let me take the hit.”

“Not gonna happen, Sasquatch.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask.” Dean cut in. “Why do you call her Nik?”

“Her middle name is Nicole.” Sam answered him with a shrug.

“Freya Nicole Ashford… Sexy.” Was all he said as we drove out of town and onto the highway.

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