#the wedding was beautiful but the drive was horrendous

[siltyriver]

went into the mountains yesterday for a wedding and got such a bad elevation headache i only got like a true 45 minutes of deep sleep and then woke up at 5:45am with a fucking beetle on my arm and one on my PILLOW and had a meltdown about it. haven’t slept since and i’m just waiting to pass out from exhaustion sometime soon.

[mchlgayser]

ATTENTION WHORE!

starring: neymar x female!reader

warning/author's note: mention of a bitch trying to look like u- this is OBSESSION, neymar being sooo pissed off, not at you ofcz you're his babygworl 🥺 heavy cursing???? almost a fight scene. P.M.G ALERT ⚠️ 50% angst and 60% fluff, (no shit) I kinda hate it bcs it was chaotic not proofread

extra note: none. have a nice day xx

song suggestion: copycat by billie eilish

The call ended, you said goodbye to your boyfriend and he disconnected the call. Your head was against the pillow, eye boring on the dream catcher that hung outside your balcony, gazing as it sways left and right as the wind blew.

Just a minute ago, Ney woke you up from your beauty sleep with a call, he's practically reminding you about today's practice. He wants you to be there to watch him practice before a big game that was coming soon. After all you couldn't say no to him. You sat up stretching your joints and stood up to have a bath.

It was a long and warm bath, you had already readied a pair of clothing which is a black turtleneck along with a pair of oversized hoodies, you are wearing loose ripped pants and a G.A.P cap.

After five minutes, you are done putting on some light makeup and a pair of Nike air force. Finally, grabbing on your car key and left the room with your bag over your shoulder. One hand holding your phone and the necessity.

You get into your car and drive off to the venue where he'll be practicing.

-

It was a twenty minutes drive, minus the traffic as it was week day and parked your car on the vip basement parking lots. A few securities is guiding the site and you, with leisure walk to the entrance, one of them immediately recognized lets you in without questions but someone beat you to it. A girl in her mid-twenties, probably around your age, with hair in 'blonde' color, wavy curls coils, shoulders bumping against you. Her sharp eyes was on you the whole time but so were yours 'Yes?' She started with a harsh manner

You simply rolled your eyes at her 'I'm here for my boyfriend.' You said, eyes challenging. She scoffed 'Guards please take this delusional woman away!' She ushered but none of them budged 'Are you deaf?!' Sh yelled pointing her index finger out 'Now--'

She was cut off by a familiar voice of your boyfriend, he was running towards your direction 'Neymar--' The woman's eyes went wide, mouth agape upon seeing Neymar with arms around your body, your head hidden by his broad chest

'Sorry, I was't late was I?' You said pecking both of his cheeks and one final kiss in his lip 'No meu amor, you came right on time... Oh I see you met our new assistant manager.'

You gave the woman a nasty playful glare and give your boyfriend an innocent smile 'Yes, Let's go anjo, I wanna meet Kyky!' You implied to your friend, Kylian and he bobs

What you didn't know at the moment was a nasty, horrendous plan had come up to the woman's head. A creepy smile crept to her angel-liked features as she strutted back into her office room.

-

The next day, you came back again to the practice venue to see your boyfriend, you had also promised your friend, Kylian a fancy dinner with him today. You get in the lobby seeing a few staff eating brunch and some of them chit-chatting. You came upon your friend, Angela whom you meet months ago when she started working here and she was talking to the woman from last night.

They were intrigued with the talking until she sees you approaching 'Love, Meu Deus, how're you?!' She said, excusing herself and went to hug you, you gladly hugs her back 'Hello Angel, it's nice seeing you again!' The two of you broke the hug and the woman made her way beside Angela 'Nice meeting you again, miss Y/n' You eye her up and down and something, somewhere triggered in you. The way she's dressing. It was familiar, so oddly familiar.

Angela looks between her and you with wide eyes, she gasped 'Shit, haha Y/n, I forgot I got something to show you. It's regarding my sister's weds!' You get the hint obviously since Angela is an only child.

You hum and left with her 'You should've thinking what I'm thinking right now didn't you?!' Her voice is harsh and quiet, you half-shrugged 'Is it because she wears the same clothing I wore on your birthday party?'

She eagerly nods, you gulp the huge lump on the back of your throat 'It might be just a coincidence, I mean it can happens right?' She stopped you abruptly 'If going to your social media account to stalk you and copy you does it still means coincidence?' Your eyes was now on her, fully.

'How would you know anyway?'

She hid somewhere in the hall corner and whispered to you 'I sees her last night,' She backed away 'But she told me cus she find you pretty.' Now you didn't wanna come to any rushed decision and accuse her even though you know how shitty she was by the way she acted yesterday. You decided to set the conversation aside and just focus on today. Spending times with Ney and Kylian.

-

The practice ended, and both Ney and Kylian are now in the changing room to shower and change attires. You waited outside on the bench playing with your phone

'You are so cute Neymar!' You heard a voice approaching, you tilted your head back seeing Neymar, Kylian and Alexandria who you get to catch name is. She had an arm loosely wrapped around Ney's arm and she was laughing while Ky eyed her the whole time. You witness Ney getting uncomfortable by her constant touches so you decided to step up

'Hand to yourself please!' It didn't came out serious but playful. You stare up at her as she slowly lets go and let out a short awkward laugh 'Awh party pooper!' She mocked you.

You didn't said anything after that and let her be, Kylian told you that he's and Neymar are ready to leave. He had already reserved a table for you three and now was finally the time to leave the venue. Alexandria perks her ears at this 'You three are having dinner together? Cool can I tag along!' It wasn't a permission but an order. She wanted to come along

Both Kylian and Neymar didn't wasted a second and said no but your answer is a yes 'Sure.' You shrugged. Ney shot you a confused look but you held his hand tighter.

-

The food is placed down, and Alexandria is having her best time laughing and trying her best to get both Ney's and your friend's attention. Keyword, trying. Both of them didn't pay her any of that and instead acts like she doesn't even exist. You had to purse your lip most of the time to stop yourself from laughing out loud at her attempts.

'So Y/n what do you think if I dyed my hair (your hair color)? Do you think it'll suit me.' From the corner of your eye, you see Kylian uncomfortably shifting on his seat, you smile back at her, eyes creasing 'That'll look good, definitely!' She smirk and bobs her head up and down 'Great!'

The conversation goes on, and you unintentionally left Alexandria out of the conversation, joking around with your two best guys, some times eyeing her to see she's been playing with her food, head down and awkward.

'Don't remind me of that!' Ney complained at you, Kylian is laughing his ass off at the two of you 'That was legit hilarious! The fact that he, himself didn't notice it just makes it ten times funnier' He snorts.

Alexandria huffs loudly averting the two attentions on her 'You guys left me out' She pouted, grumbling incoherent words to act naturally cute, Ney faked a silent gag at that and you pushed him giving him a stern glare. This time he pouts mumbling stuff

Alexandria soon leave, Kylian following suit ten minutes later. You and Ney are still walking, taking a breather together at the park, hands in hands gazing on a starry night atmosphere 'Has Alexandria been giving you hard times?' You eyed up at him and let a small toothy grin 'Nah, not yet.'

'It's been almost half an hour, wanna go home?'

'Please...' He wrapped his arm around your shoulder directing you to the car and driving to your both's shared apartment.

-

Two days went by after that, and for that, you haven't come by once to the venue because of your hectic work. Ney is understanding so it wasn't much of a problem since you have already promised him to drop by today, your vehicle parked and you entered the place. It was empty only a few stuff passing by. The players must been practicing, you thought walking to the main field and as you strut you came across Alexandria. Oh how you felt like shit that day was. She had her hair in (your hair colour), wavy curls just like you did but it was slightly longer. You feel nothing but anger. Her heels too. She was wearing the same pair as you. The one Neymay got you on your birthday which is also the same date as you both anniversary.

She was smiling, walking up the tunnel towards you 'Oh what a coincidence, we look very similar today!' How badly you wanted to pluck those teeth of hers. That wicked smile never wore off of her face. That disgustingly beautiful hazel brown doe visions.

Two steps away from her and you scoff 'Aren't you looking stunning today? I hope you car got flat tyre in the middle of the wood.' You barked back at her intentionally bumping her shoulder against yours 'And, please... Stop being so fucking pathetic and go fuck yourself somewhere else, needy whore.' The sound of heels clicking against the floor clearly heard along with her rigid and fast breath. Her chest heaving up and down is a violent manner.

You saw Neymar doing two touches with his teammate as you seat on the bench and watch him practice, Alexandria came again taking a seat beside you 'Y'know, it was't so bad hearing you barked like a dog earlier, can't wait for it in the future.'

'What future? You'll get hit by a truck tonight.'

Never spare her a glance, you wave your hand at your boyfriend after making contacts, she swatted your hand down and Neymar who clearly sees everything are not exactly pleased by it.

You glare at her, taking her wrist in your arm and start squeezing it 'You really should stop pissing me off, I don't wanna get into a fight with a low life bitch like you.' didn't get the enough chance to dodge it, Alexandria placed a loud and hard slapped across your cheek 'Who's a bitch now huh?!' You exhaled a long sigh, putting your bag down and stood up towering over her small figure, your hand made its way to the back of hair as she yelps in pain, slapping your hands both telling you to stop but it all fell on deaf ears.

'I warned you. To stop. Being. A. Bitch.' Punctuated each words with an echoing slap. Neymar rushed to you pulling you away from her, she fell to her butt and cries, a few strands of her hair was on the palm of your hand, you cringed waving your hand to get it off 'It hurts you bitch!' She screamed, you scoff turning away from her, Neymar turns to her 'Now, don't call my amor that you filthy woman, I've keep up with you this whole time not for you to talk shit and call my girlfriend names, now even dressing up like her, dyeing your hair to look like her. You are delusional. You need helps.' Neymar bursted, eyes raging with pure anger and rage.

She sniffle, looking down on the floor 'You should just pack up your things and leave or we gonna make it harder for you.' Mbappe confessed in a playful state. She started scurrying like a mice bowing her head at you thousand times and left, running.

You moaned feeling relieved that she's finally left, right now all you wanted was to go home and rest. This is a long day after all. Neymar stay behind comforting you with kisses and hugs 'Do you wanna go home now minha princesa?' You gaze up on him 'Can't I?' Neymar did not wait a second and left with you afterwards.

[strawberryforks]

sticky note // alex walter x reader

summary: alex is in love with jackie, you leave him a sticky note explaining how you’re feeling.

warnings: underage drinking, sadness

word count: 481

a/n: requests/asks are open & encouraged! my first ever post (scroll down) is a list of characters i will write for!

“she didn’t say it back… y/n why didn’t she say it back?”

“all good questions for tomorrow, alex.”

the back of his knees hit the bed and he fell. luckily you’d moved the blankets so you were able to pull them over him and tuck him in. a few moments later you come back into the room with water and advil. alex is asleep so you set everything on his nightstand and fill out a sticky note, ignoring the stinging in your eyes and pinning it to the glass.

katherine is downstairs, taking a step away from the wedding. she waves you over and you walk with a small smile that you have to fake. does she know her son’s drunk and pining for the girl they took in? her best friend’s daughter? probably not, but anything’s possible. maybe she knows he’ll have a hangover tomorrow, maybe she knows he beoke your heart. maybe—but you aren’t about to tell her. “everything’s so beautiful,” you gushed. flattery could bury anything. sadness, anxiety, guilt, lies. all things you were riddled with.

katherine nodded. she was beaming, a perfect smile aimed at you as she sung the praises of the newest addition to the walter household. “that was all jackie,” she credited. “she’s worked so hard.”

she had but still, your smile became more forced. jackie was sweet and really good at things (better than you were, unless we were talking about how many words you could write/read per minute or how many kills you could get on just about any fps game) but even though her smile was nice and she’d been through a lot, you couldn’t make yourself be anything but civil.

you couldn’t be her friend. not when you felt like she was toying with alex’s feelings. not when cole was involved and the paige situation was still so raw alex would talk to you about it and hadn’t forgiven his brother. “i don’t doubt it,” you said. “it was a beautiful ceremony. now,” you hug katherine. “i’ve got to head home before it gets too dark.”

“do you have a drive?”

“no, but it’s okay. i like to walk.” you assured her.

“alone? y/n it’s late. i’m not sure i like that… stay the night, please.”

you weren’t good at saying no. especially not to sweet parental figures who only want what’s best for you and that make the best food. “you can sleep on the couch… or… in alex’s room as long as there’s no funny business.” you laughed and raised a brow, ‘really?’ was your silent question and katherine just shook her head. “don’t tell george.” she amended. “i won’t.” you swore.

katherine piled blankets and pillows from the linen closet into your arms and patted your shoulder as you passed, heading back to Alex’s room. you made a pallet on the floor and fell asleep, completely forgetting about the sticky note you’d left him.

the one that said: “hey alex, hope the hangover isn’t too horrendous. i didn’t mind taking care of you last night because that’s what friends are for, but you said some things that upset me and i’m just going to need a little time.”

[officalroyalsofpierreland]

A Modest Proposal

A French Chateau, Francesim

Hortense: Oliver....why are we here? Oliver: I figured...everytime we drive past here, you always mention how beautiful this home is so I figured, let's walk through. Hortense: Does the owner know we're here? Oliver [joking]: No my love, I figured we could trespass onto the- Hortense: Mon prince. Oliver: I jest Moa Gaol, the owner knows we're here. I'm pretty sure I'm aware of where we are.

Hortense: Well, I'm glad we aren't trespassing- Mon prince...you did not buy- Oliver: I did...and I can't return it now- Hortense: Oliver this is expensive! It is near an imperial estate, its huge...I am not- Oliver: You are worth it my love. I will not have you complete that statement. Hortense: How did you...Mon prince you have rendered me speechless!

Oliver: I have a small salary as an army officer and a coming of age gift from my Uncle David so it belongs to us privately, not The Crown. I figured, our family will stay here when we wish to visit your Mama or your brother. It's somewhere where we won't have to be on top of Louis and Charlotte. Even your Mama can stay here while we aren't here if she wishes! I just...it'd be a good idea and- Hortense: Oli...this gift is too much! But I expect nothing less from you my love, so thank you.

Oliver: The inside of the home is pretty empty...I'm frankly horrendous at interior design and I figured I'd need your guiding hand. But I've been working on the gardens! It doesn't look all that great cause of the weather but I know in spring time it will be a wonderland of colors! Hortense: We have a whole lifetime to design our petit château. Oliver: I can almost hear little footsteps running around Hortense [teasing]: You are skipping ahead quite a bit [Oliver laughing] Oliver: I cannot help it! I can not wait for our life to start Hortense: Neither can I.

Oliver: Can you taste the freedom? Hortense: I can. It smells of thistles and pine and tastes of fresh shortbread Oliver: I am thankful it tastes like one of the few things I cook well Hortense [laughing]: Oliver...you cook better than my dear brother...he struggles to make toast. And that's pushing one button. Oliver: In his defense...getting toast golden brown takes trial and error! Hortense: We both told him to turn the dial to three...and he went to five cause he was impaitient.

Oliver [excitedly]: Speaking of impaitient...I can't wait for spring, the colors will be much more vibrant but I started by planting roses, daisies and some thistles....maybe we can bring in more plants and I had the pool installed so we can teach our children to swim. Maybe we can also plant a great oak so our children can have a treehouse! I also had the pavillion restored- Hortense [laughing]: A treehouse? Mon Dieu! We shall have the happiest times here.

Oliver: My love, a year ago I never thought I’d be in this moment. I thought that I would spend my semester at the polytechnic and then return home, maybe try simder [Hortense laughs]. Luckily I never had to make that account because I met you, and I thought I met an angel. All the time you helped my awful french…and didn’t laugh at me too much. We have been through a lot..and I know that we will stand together through everything that life is going to throw at us. I know we did not forsee waiting so long-

Hortense: Mon Prince…can I please say yes already? Oliver [laughing]: One last thing. I ask this with the blessing of your mother. Hortense Rose Simparte, will you do me the greatest honor and become my wife? Hortense: Yes! Yes!

Oliver: Oh, thank God… Hortense: You know I was never going to say no… Oliver: The doubting voice inside thought you would. It has now been quieted. Hortense: Mon Prince…the ring Oliver: Oh, yes!

Oliver: The ruby is from my Grandmother’s wedding gifts, the diamonds were a gift from the French people to another ancestor of mine, and the gold comes from my Uncle David, who convinced my father to have me go to the polytechnic. Hortense:I didn’t know that! The three countries that brought us together, in one ring! Oliver: A bit poetic Hortense: And awfully romantic. Oliver: It is what you deserve my love. I love you. Hortense: And I love you.

@empiredesimparte

[acquariusgb]

Billary fic drabble advent calendar: Day 12

Day 12: Road trip/motel

For their second wedding anniversary, Bill and Hillary decided to go away for a few days. Since they were both workaholics, they hadn't been spending a lot of time together and it was affecting their marriage. They had lost touch with each other and it wasn't what they wanted, especially since there had been some talk about adding a child in their new family.

They took the car and started driving towards California, recreating their first trip together from 1971. They spent the time in the car talking to each other, something that they had nearly stopped doing since they were both tired when they were at home at the same time, and caressing each other and stealing a few kisses.

Suddenly, they ended up in the Northern part of California, not really sure where they were going. They both agreed it was better to stop for the night.

“There” Hillary finally pointed out at a building along the highway. “Looks like a motel”

Bill slowed down as he turned the car towards it. “Botel” he said as he read the sign.

The motel was horrendous. It was shaped like a boat and it looked out of place in the middle of nowhere.

“Well, if we don't want to drive more without knowing if we'll find anything, this will have to do.”

They walked inside and to greet them there was a grumpy old man. Bill used his natural charm on him and Hillary saw how her husband still managed to connect with someone who clearly had wanted to be left alone. They were given the key to their best room since Bill had told him it was their anniversary and they made their way towards it.

Hillary looked at him with a smile.

“What?” Bill felt her eyes on him.

She shook her head. “Nothing. Sometimes you can still surprise me.” She kissed his cheek.

It was too early for dinner and they were feeling restless after being sat in the car nearly all day.

“Why don't we go for a walk?” Bill suggested. “Carl told me there's a beautiful lake nearby.”

“Who's Carl?” She asked with a frown

“The man at the reception desk. Nice guy.”

Hillary rolled her eyes playfully. Some things never changed. “You are good with people, ever thought about entering politics?” She teased him.

They had been walking for about half an hour when they reached the lake.

“It’s beautiful here.” Hillary closed her eyes and tried to emerge herself in nature.

Bill hummed in agreement. Then he had an idea. “Do you want to do something crazy?” He looked around and saw that they were alone. He smirked and started undoing his jacket.

“What are you doing?” Hillary asked in confusion and shock.

“Taking my clothes off.” He continued to take one piece of clothing at the time.

“Are you crazy? It’s cold.”

“Come on, honey, where’s your spirit of adventure?” Now he was only wearing his underwear. “Wouldn’t you like to cross skinny dipping from your bucket list?” He took off the last piece of garment and jumped in the cold water.

Once he emerged from under the water, he ran his hands over his hair and dried his eyes. “Hills,” He called out for his wife. “The water is not that cold. Come on.” He encouraged her.

Hillary was conflicted. A few seconds later, she was getting naked too and into the water.

“Blood….” She shouted once inside. “It’s cold.” Hillary lightly hit him. “You lied!” She angrily crossed her arms.

Bill laughed. “I’m sorry, honey.” He put his hands on her hips and tried to make her come closer to her. “But it was the only way to let you come in.” He hugged her. “We can keep each other warm.”

“I still can’t believe you made me do it.” But she was reluctantly coming around to the idea as she uncrossed her arms from her chest and laced them behind his neck. “And we don’t even have towels to dry off later.”

“Shush…” He kissed the tip of her nose. “We’ll worry about that later, just relax.” They gently floated around and he leaned his forehead against hers. “Happy anniversary, sweetie.”

“Happy anniversary.”  

[bdbdhdjdhdh]

His blood-stained hands

"Why do you wish to know my true face?" "Because I need to know what lies under that paper facade," "Then you must be curious, but be careful, curiosity kills the cat,"

There was a magnificent kingdom beneath the pristine waters of Temasek. In that kingdom lived a stern but respectful king, who was wed to his smart and beautiful wife. They had three children, the eldest strong enough to blow away three sea people with a single breath, the middle smart enough to solve complicated mathematical equations in no time. The couple had a brawns and a brains, they had expected to receive a beauty too. But oh, who knew, the product that came out was simply.. ugh.

It was horrendous.

It was hideous.

The king did not believe this at first. How could a perfect couple such as themselves create such a disgusting creature, after all?

So he had visited a fortune-teller, and a terrible news he was told.

"This third son is a curse, he will overthrow your kingdom, kill your family, and drive you mad to the point where you kill yourself!"

The king had to do something about that. After all he was not about to let his kingdom fall into the hands of a curse.

So he exiled the young prince, who was only 4 at the time, and branded him as "August", meaning "unsightly curse of death and plague" .

August wandered the land around, fending for himself until he was 18.

That was the year it all began.

The king had finally begun to succumb to his fear of the fortune-teller's prophecy.

He had approached a dark witch and sold his sanity to her, for the sake of gaining the power of mind-control.

To control August.

He would always remember that day. That nightmarish day his body was forcefully taken over, his body that had taken the lives of countless innocent sea people.

He could still recall that day with clear clarity.

He looked down at his hands once more.

Were they his hands?

Or were they not his hands?

These hands stained with blood... were they his hands?

The excessive practice of this dark magic art had drove the king mad, and instead of using August's body to kill mere commoners, he had aimed for his wife and two kids already.

And in the blink of an eye, his hands were already stained.

His hands and not his hands.

He was powerless to resist. His hands were the ones suffocating his birth mother and two birth brothers himself.

But all hope was not lost. Six divine pillars of defence descended from the Heavens and had intervened immediately, lifting him from the king's control.

But the king was already beyond rescue.

"Kill... kill me...ahahhghgghh!!!!!"

The king was the one who had been screaming out of madness and begging for euthanasia.

So August did it. He gave it to him. He killed him with his own bloody two hands.

Just then, the pillars had planned to strike and kill August too to get rid of the monstrosity standing in front of them.

But just as Fentanyl swung his sword, August quickly realised what was going on and swiftly dodged the attack.

It had hit a little rabbit instead.

The little rabbit laid down on the floor, bleeding out from Fentanyl's heavy attack and on the brink of death.

Everyone immediately ceased all fighting.

Then a queer thing happened. August knelt down, picked up the little rabbit, and tended to its wounds, gently caring for it.

"Something who cares this much for some random animal could never hurt a fly," the pillars had concluded. "He is free to go, oh and even better, he could be our disciple,"

Then August stood up and walked the injured rabbit over to his dead family's bodies.

"Mother, Father, Brothers, ... forgive me." And he performed an extremely strange phenomenom. He had carefully extracted a portion of each of their faces, and sewed them together to make a mask.

A mask he would wear.

A mask to cover his horrendous face.

And so he put it on with his bloody hands.

His bloody hands that were not his hands.

[delu-jean]

💐Erwin Smith marriage hc💍

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐄𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡 <𝟑

(Erwin x fem!/reader) -> Fluff-> Hcs -> 691 

Request: 💐Erwin Smith marriage hc💍

-> @gandalfchan00

Notes: Thank you for the request! Erwin is top tier husband, and hope I did him proud!! ^^ 

One thing that Erwin would ALWAYS do is carry you bridal style

Whether you were hurt, or you weren’t 

He would do it randomly whenever deemed appropriate 

The reason as to why was because on your wedding night, when getting ready to head to the reception, your heel broke 

You almost fell face first until he caught you 

That being the case, Erwin did what he does best 

Saved the day, and charmed you in the best way!

He’d continuously bring it up to you, making you flush each time he did 

“Erwin!” 

“Haha, you know I adore the glimpse of your grin” 

Teasing you, and seeing you smile was a great joy to him

That’s because it meant he was doing his job

Keeping you happy, and loving you the best he could 

---

Erwin had always been reluctant to convey personal feelings (because he was commander) 

So when you both got married, both you and him made sure to be very open about communication 

Even when you were the slightest bit upset, he would ask as to why, and would try his best to understand 

“What’s wrong? You can tell me, you know I’ll listen.” 

That being the case, he would always comfort you with something 

Whether that be a gift, his reassurance, or attention in general 

“Things will be okay…” 

He always did his best to please you, and vice versa 

You always made sure to ask him how he felt when on edge 

“Erwin...are you okay?” 

Though at times he would be hesitant, he would respond and express how he felt 

However, if no words were exchanged, that meant something horrendous happened 

And that being the case, rather than trying to give him words yourself, you instead held him as he’d lay in your embrace 

He loved your scent (hints of lavender) since it comfort him so much

And he’d hold you tight during the midst of his confliction for as long as he could

---

Another thing he loved was your cooking! 

Before you both got married, he’d only have a meal from you every now and then 

But being that you both now lived with each other, you made sure to feed your commander the best 

Making each meal special (never knowing if it would be your last…) 

(Sorry...that got dark ;-;) 

Erwin would occasionally help as well 

He’s the type of person who would do great when reading directions, but when actually diving in...would struggle quite a bit 

He wasn’t born a natural cook 

So you always had to help him when he tried

He did, however, successfully make green pasta once! (something you weren’t expecting)

---

Aside from reading instructions, he’d also read you stories

Though childish, it was something you both enjoyed 

He loved feeling you snuggle beside him, as he told you tales that he enjoyed

“So he then walked through the forest looking amongst the leaves...” 

Erwin always stared so intently at the pages, so much passion being poured throughout his reading 

Not only that, but if related, he would also tell you about his childhood memories

He wanted to make sure he could share both the best, and worst with you

Making sure you knew him both in and out 

You adored some, and felt sorrowful towards others 

But even that being the case, seeing how much your husband had grown from such experiences, put you in awe 

But what put him in awe, was you in general

The beauty such a heart could withhold, was astonishing to his eyes 

Even though you both had been married, and with each other for a long time, he’d always love you no matter how much time had passed by 

“Love” was too little of a word to express how much affection he had for you 

Admiration, respect, he could go on and on about you

Even if it would take him entire decades 

This man loved you so much, and would make sure to convey it to you with a simple 

“You know Y/n...you’re my world, my sun, my moon, and my stars. I love you so much...and nothing will ever drive us apart.”

[lovelybarnes]

dumb jokes- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, platonic!sam wilson x reader, platonic!bruce banner x reader, mentions of other avengers warnings: language but pure pure fluff about: prompt generator: bucky telling y/n a dumb joke just to see her smile.

bucky is surprised at the ugly feeling that fills his stomach when he sees you laughing at sam. your hand is on his forearm, lightly squeezing as your sweet laughter makes his senses go into overdrive. seeing you so happy usually raises his spirits, but, he realizes, he doesn’t like it all that much when it is provoked by anyone other than him.

possessive and irrational, yes, but bucky is set on the next time you laugh, it’ll be at something clever he’s said. he rolls his eyes when sam says something- probably stupid- else and you laugh harder, promising himself you’ll laugh even more when he’s the one causing it.

unfortunately for him, he completely underestimated your beauty, because the next time he sees you, every joke he asked friday to tell him disappears from his mind, only one, ridiculously dumb one left. his brain can’t seem to work when your eyes and kind smile are directed at him. when there’s a pause in what you’re saying, he blurts the beginning of his joke, “talking about pigs-” you were definitely not talking about pigs, “what do you call a pig that does karate?”

your head tilts in confusion at his random addition, but you play along anyways, “i don’t know, what do you call a pig that does karate?” bucky swallows, “a pork chop.” the joke is even more absurd when he hears himself say it, about to cringe when your lips break out in a grin and you begin to laugh. “oh god, bucky,” you manage, catching your bottom lip between your teeth to try and calm yourself down. bucky wants to tell you to not- to please, please never stop laughing. “i think my nephew would appreciate that one,” you say, still chuckling. tony calls you over, and you look back at bucky with an apologetic look, remnants of your laugh still shown on your face through your small smile and crinkled eyes. “thank you for that, bucky,” you say, then press a kiss to his cheek, lighting him up bright red.

sam suddenly claps his back while he stares at you walk away, still snickering softly. “you’ve got it bad. a pork chop? seriously?”

bucky can’t find it in himself to care.

-

the next time, he swears he had an actually smart joke, not at bruce-level, and not pork-chop level, enough to not make him sound like he spends most of his time with three year olds. he searched it up on google, next to other ones he didn’t particularly prefer.

he repeated it to himself enough to make him forget about his current mission, but he considers it worth it if he’ll get to hear you laugh again. however, the moment your tired self leans your head against his shoulder, he blanks. “tell me something, bucky,” you request softly, the effects of the mission clear in every way. “uh- what do you call a fake noodle?”

“what?”

“an ‘im-pasta,” he replies sheepishly, pleased to hear you laugh when he does. “like imposter, that’s funny,” you say, still blessing him with light giggles. “you have the best jokes, bucky,” you compliment, pushing yourself closer to him while you yawn, smile still on your face while you drift to sleep, “im-pasta,” you mutter softly, chuckling quietly.

sam shakes his head in front of bucky, exasperated look in his eyes.

-

bruce is with you the third time, easy look on his usually stressed features when you push him gently with your shoulder, talking to him about some fancy equation. bruce says something else to you that bucky can’t understand, the sentence too jumbled with gamma radiation jargon for him to completely understand. it’s a joke that you chortle at anyways, making that jealous feeling crawl into his gut again.

bucky is smart. he knows that, but every time your pretty eyes look up at him, he feels every ounce of that fall out of his ears. he has his bearings enough to call you, though. “y/n?” he starts. you look up at him, “hey buck; yeah?”

“why can’t you trust an atom?” he asks, barely noticing the flicker of recognition on banner’s face while he shakes his head, tiny smirk still on his lips. “why?” you question, “because they make up everything.”

you laugh loudly, as expected, and a lovesick smile spreads on bucky’s face. bruce remains quiet, silently observing a frustrated sam behind bucky.

-

sam decides he’s had enough after bucky tells you a joke about a used tissue and you actually laugh, sick with both the reciprocated pining neither of you seem to grasp and the horrendous jokes bucky is pulling out of the internet.

as easy as it should be to get two people who are very clearly in love with each other- bucky, who tells you moronic jokes just to see you smile and hear your laughter, and you, who laughs at said moronic jokes because anything that comes from bucky is akin to a priceless, precious diamond to you (because there is no way anybody older than ten actually enjoys them)- it really is not, considering your whole “love from a distance” thing that drives absolutely everyone insane.

well, insane no longer, because sam wilson, as always, is to the rescue.

he finds himself looking up “cheesiest pick up lines,” making himself cringe immediately when he realizes those words will end up in his history and available to stark. he finds a suitable list of lines he can imagine coming out of bucky’s mouth, even if those occurrences are in his nightmares, and writes a couple of them down, leaving the choice of which one to bucky.

the super soldier is horrified when sam shoves the small piece of paper into his chest, jamming a finger in his flesh arm while he threatens to hurt him if he doesn’t end the dumbassery and just asks the girl out already.

sam will take full credit at your wedding, you’re sure of it, when you see him smile and nod proudly from his place in the doorway when you accept bucky’s offer of a date.

[writeshite]

Honeymoon

Summary:

Reunited once again, you and the Doctor take a second honeymoon and a new adventure.

Words: 1616

Author's Note:

Continuing on from Hello Again, this kinda goes a little bit into the beginning of Rose. Only a little bit though, so sorry about that.

Reader’s Timelord Title is the Professor, after a lot of consideration, for those curious, the Professor is in their sixth incarnation.

When he’d asked where you wanted to go, you’d answered with a knowing smile. Wherever he went, you’d follow. It had been so long since you’d seen the TARDIS, the old girl had brightened up at your presence, literally. The lights had brightened, and a comfortable feel had taken place in your mind.

“Good to see you too,” you told her, “so then my darling, where off to now?”

“Well, since our last honeymoon was cut short, I was hoping we could take a walk through the Veridian Streams,” he replied.

“It was only cut short because you couldn’t be patient,” you teased.

“Can you blame me? I’ve got the most beautiful being in the universe as my partner,”

“Flatterer,”

“Only for you,” he countered, placing a kiss on your forehead. You moved from him to the consul, but he stopped you from driving. “Let me,”

“Darling, as much as I adore you, you have quite frankly the most horrendous driving skills I’ve ever seen,” he gasped dramatically, holding his hand to his chest as if struck.

“The nerve-,” he gawked, “I taught you to fly the TARDIS!” You laughed at his reaction. “Right then, I’ll show you,” he ran around the consul, flipping switches and flicking nobs; you grinned as the familiar sound echoed around you. It didn’t matter how many times you reminded him; the brakes always stayed on.

“Right then, past the Scorpion Nebula, down, right, left and a bit of a twirl,” he said, coming up to you, “and a kiss for good luck,” you rolled your eyes and gave him his kiss. “One more spin and bam,”

The noises stopped, signifying the TARDIS landing. The Doctor motioned you forward, motioning towards the screen, “The Veridian Stream, home to the most luxurious flora in the universe. And also the sight of our new honeymoon,” he said, placing a kiss on your head again.

The Doctor moved to the doors, opening one and bowing, “After you, my dear,” he mocked a posh accent.

“Why, thank you, my good sir,” you stepped out and admired the marvelous view. The trees towered higher than any other in the universe, with leaves ranging from blue to pink to even yellow. The sky was near-transparent, allowing a picture of the surrounding nebula and stars. The Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS and came up beside you. You’d landed on a hill, with a city sat at the bottom of it.

“Shall we?” He held his hand out to you; you took it and followed him as he led you to the city. Unlike other places, the towns here were built from plant life. The trees were hollowed out and reshaped to create buildings; at the foot were tents woven through the lower branches. These tents were for the market and sold anything and everything imaginable.

You browsed the market hand in hand, trying everything from hats to food. You’d just finished playing around with a set of capes, both you and the Doctor deciding to purchase one each. As he paid for them, you turned to pick out the next stall when a glimmer caught your eye. On a booth nearby were two rings with Veridian carvings; the carvings read, eternally yours; while you still had your wedding ring, these wouldn’t be too bad to add to the collection.

You purchased them and went on with your trip; when you made it back to the TARDIS, you stopped him before he could enter and went down on one knee. “My turn to propose, to new beginnings, dear?”

He blushed as you took his hand and set the ring right above his marriage one, doing the same to yourself. Once you entered the TARDIS, she flipped on some classical tunes. You led the dance, and he followed, laughing as you both felt happy being together again.

✦✧✦✧

After the Veridian Stream, you went back to the university to collect your things and properly resign. The Doctor had argued it didn’t matter, but you’d told him you had to do it properly.

“We’re going to miss you, Professor,” one of your colleagues, Melody Song, said to you. She hugged you again and told her goodbyes as you packed the last box. Melody had been quick to befriend you and, admittedly, had also become one of your closest confidants. “Don’t be a stranger, sweetie.”

You chuckled at the nickname she’d often used for you; she gave you a peck on the cheek, winked at the Doctor, and left the room. The Doctor helped you take everything into the TARDIS and unpack it again. Once all your belongings were transferred into the time machine, you overlooked your office one last time and smiled.

“Alright then,” you said, glancing at the Doctor, “judging by that smirk, I’m gonna assume you have a new destination in mind.”

“Yup,” he responded, running around the consul as well, “just caught a signal of the Nestene Consciousness in the 21st Century,”

You both ran around the consul, piloting the TARDIS, and landed in London. It was a lovely sunny day, early 21st Century; the Doctor had tracked a relay device nearby with the same signals as the Nestene Consciousness. You glanced over yourself and told him to give you a minute while you changed.

You switched out your more professional attire for something more casual. A coat, turtleneck, and dark jeans with a pair of boots, you placed your sonic wand in an inner pocket of your jacket and met the Doctor outside, who perked up at the sight of you.

“Blimey, aren’t I lucky?” You swatted him playfully and thanked him with a kiss. He passed you an explosive device, which you tucked away in another inner pocket. You entered a department store from the back, masquerading as shoppers while you tracked the Consciousness. You decided to hide out in the maintenance area downstairs and possibly steal a few more kisses at noon.

Once everyone in the building had left, you exited the maintenance area. Making your way out, you ran into a man’s body; his name tag read ‘Chief Electrician.’ You checked for a pulse and shook your head at the Doctor. He grimaced.

You carried on, only stopping at the sound of a voice. The voice came in the same direction as what you’d been tracking, so you followed. The Doctor turned a corner, you heard him say ‘Run’ to someone, and he returned by your side. You, the Doctor, and the stranger ran. You peeked over your shoulder and spotted the crowd of mannequins on your tail; all three of you ran into an elevator. The Doctor wrestled with one of the mannequins before its hand came off and the elevator doors shut.

The stranger was a young woman who was confused, concerned and terrified by the looks of things simultaneously.

“You pulled his arm off,” She exclaimed. The Doctor uttered a yup in response, and you chuckled at her reaction.

He threw the arm at her, and muttered ‘plastic,’ “Very clever, nice trick. Who were they then? Students? Is this a student thing or what?”

“Why would they be students?” You inquired.

“I don’t know,” she shrugged.

“Well, you said it; why students?” The Doctor asked

“Cause…to get that many people to dress up and being silly, they gotta be students,” she explained.

“That makes sense,” the Doctor said, “Well done.”

She thanked him. “Their not students,”

“Whoever they are, when Wilson finds them, he’s gonna call the police.” She told the both of you.

“Who’s Wilson?”

“Chief electrician,” she answered, glancing over the both of you.

You and the Doctor glanced at each other sadly, “Wilson’s dead,” you grimly told her.

Understandably, she reacted rather poorly to the news. “That’s just not funny, that’s sick-” she exclaimed, leaving the elevator.

The Doctor interrupted, telling her to mind her eyes before he soniced the side panel. “I’ve had enough of this now,” the woman declared, flinching when the side panel emitted bright sparks.

“Who are you then?” She asked as you dashed off. “Who’s that lot down there?! I said, who are they?”

The Doctor explained; they were living plastic creatures controlled by a relay device on the roof, which would be a problem if you didn’t have the explosive device in your pocket. You pulled it out and briefly showed it to the woman.

“We’re gonna go up there and blow it up!” The Doctor uttered, “And we might go and die in the process, but don’t worry about us,” he said while directing her outside.

You smiled at her, “You go on, go have your lovely beans on toast.”

“Don’t tell anyone about this cause if you do; you’ll get them killed.” The Doctor chimed in. He closed the door but turned back for a second and peeked his head out.

“I’m the Doctor, that’s the Professor, by the way,” he introduced, “What’s your name?”

“Rose,” she responded.

“Nice to meet you, Rose,” you told her before shaking the explosive, “Run for your life!”

A few moments later, you’d made your way back through the building and to the roof. You set up the explosive and ran. You just managed to make it out the back again before the whole building exploded.

“Well, that was fun,” you muttered, brushing off debris from your clothes. “At least that’s the end of things.” Your words caused the Doctor to rub the back of his head, an indication this wasn’t over yet. You sighed, shook your head, and gestured for him to lead the way. At the end of your adventure, you gained a new companion in the form of Rose Tyler.

My favorite thing to include in stories with the Doctor is his terrible driving skills. As for Melody Song, if you know, you know.

Hope you enjoyed this shite. Stay Hydrated. 🧡Also Happy Spoopy Month.

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Begin Again - Rated T

Chapter Seven

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Chapter Six on tumblr here!

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It was a beautiful, bright, Saturday morning and Inuyasha was in a grouchy mood.

His older brother had called him again to ask if there had been any progress in the wedding date situation, and his answer only led to becoming the butt of the joke as usual. Inuyasha didn’t need a damn date for Sesshomaru’s wedding, no one except his parents gave a shit about him, so why would that change just because he brought a date?

However, another reason Inuyasha was so grouchy after that phone call was because he already had someone in mind, but he was too much of a wimp to ask her. Kagome would be the perfect person to bring to his brother's wedding. She’s charismatic, funny, fucking beautiful, and she grounds him. Whenever she’s around him he tends to forget about things he should be worried about.

He knew he could ask her, and he knows that she’d probably agree to go, but the idea of asking her made his insides twist and tighten because she’s Kagome and he likes her.

She drives him crazy and he can’t get her out of his head.

The idea of having her on his arm, introducing her to his family, and watching her talk to a bunch of demons he didn’t even talk to sounded crazy. Demons love to gossip; they’re bored and powerful and have nothing better to do, so the minute he shows up with Kagome it’ll start a wave of rumors.

Inuyasha wasn’t against Kagome going with him because of those rumors though, no, he’d sulk about how he wished they were true. What also stops him from asking her to go with him is that he worries it’ll put her in an uncomfortable position. She’s a human, and he’s half-demon, that’s enough ammunition for everyone at that wedding to make comments under their breath.

He was used to it. Kagome, however, didn’t deserve to have such things said about her when they don’t even know her.

Instead of allowing himself to be grouchy in the confines of his home, Inuyasha decided to go out for a run to let out his frustration. After hanging up on his brother he quickly changed into his athletic wear, fished his keys, drank some water, and headed for the door.

It was horrendously early, around 6:30 in the morning, and he idly wondered why he could hear the girl next door padding around her apartment at this time on a weekend. He figured he’d ask her later because he’s always curious about what she’s up to. However, even he knew that teasing her when the sun was just starting to rise was a terrible idea. Kagome isn’t a morning person.

The high-pitched shriek followed by his name made the half-demon change his plans though.

He could hear her footsteps speeding towards the direction of her front door, but he was faster than her, and in a blink of an eye he was already in front of her apartment just in time to see the door swing open in a frenzy.

“Inu-!” She bumped into his chest with a muffled grunt and rubbed her nose.

“What is it? Why are ya screamin’? Is someone in there?” He managed to say as he pulled her away from her doorway and into his arms. He was listening for anything abnormal, a sign for him to walk in there and clobber whoever it was that was inside her home. But Inuyasha was awake before she was, and he would have heard someone enter her home. Inuyasha has Kagome’s walking pattern already wedged into his memory, and until now there had been no signs of someone else besides her in the apartment.

“There’s a spider! A big one, and it’s so gross! Please get rid of it!” She squirmed in his arms from the memory of being face to face with the arachnid.

“A spider…” Inuyasha heaved a sigh, dropping his head on top of hers in relief. He slowly inhaled her scent and visibly relaxed, the ideas swarming in his head of an intruder quickly leaving his mind.

Kagome stiffened upon realizing how close they were and let out a whimper. “Inuyasha?”

He didn’t move from over her and simply grunted. “Where is it?”

She squirmed again in disgust. “In my bathroom.”

He let go of her and took note of just how cute she looked in her pajamas and tousled hair. “Alright, scaredy-cat, show me where it is.”

She huffed in reply and quickly turned back around into her home, her handsome neighbor following close behind her. When she got to the bathroom she immediately stopped by the entryway and pointed to her shower curtain and whimpered again. “It’s on my curtain. Be careful, I’m not sure if it’s dangerous or not.”

Inuyasha rolled his eyes and snickered. “If it’s venomous, I’ll just be out of commission for a few days. I’d be more worried if you got bit by a spider.”

He walked towards the shower and inspected the area, looking for the eight-legged creature in haste. He listened closely for movement of little legs and continued his search.

Kagome gasped and it made his ear twitch in reaction to the sound. “Ew! I see it! Above you!”

Quickly he looked up and made eye contact with a black spider that looked smaller than his hand and reached for it. He could hear Kagome squealing from behind him as he ran from her bathroom towards the balcony and down the stairs.

He reappeared as fast as he left to wash his hands in her bathroom sink, and he watched Kagome from the reflection of her mirror as she hugged herself and looked around the bathroom for any more small intruders.

“Kagome, the spiders gone.” He deadpanned.

He noticed how she shivered and it made Inuyasha chuckle, “You can take your long ass showers in peace now.”

“I really hate bugs.” She sighed. “Thank you for helping me out.”

He patted her head and laughed. “If I didn’t, I knew you wouldn’t step foot in here. And we both know how much ya love to fuckin’ shower and bathe.”

She crossed her arms and leaned back against the bathroom wall. “If you hadn’t gotten rid of it then I would have to use your shower every day until we managed to find it. I bet you’d get sick of me from how much I’d use your bathroom.”

‘It wouldn’t bother me at all actually.’ He thought to himself.

He tried to bite back images of Kagome using his shower and failed miserably. The sound of clothing coming off and hitting the floor, the image of her using his soap, shampoo, and conditioner to wash her body and hair, the mixture of their scents wafting in his home, and the idea of her smelling like him had him losing his mind. He rolled his hand into a fist and made sure his claws punctured his skin to pull him out of his head.

“You’d have’ta pay half for my water bill.” He replied in a strained tone.

She giggled. “You okay there?”

He blushed and looked away from her. “Y-yeah. Just got somethin’ in my throat.”

“Want any water?” She offered him kindly.

He shook his head and made his way out of her bathroom. “Nah, I’m good. I was actually goin’ to go out for a run when someone screamed bloody murder on my way out.”

She stammered. “You saw how big that thing was!”

He laughed. “It was smaller than yer hand, Kagome.”

She pouted at him and looked away. “That’s still big.” She muttered.

“What are ya doin’ up so early on Saturday anyway?” He asked.

“I have to go to the office really quick while it’s open for cleaning. I had no time to pick up these documents, and I need them desperately for an assignment.” She sighed. “Not that I want to go anywhere this early on the weekend.”

He barked a laugh. “Get that shit done so you can go back to sleep.”

She gently pushed him out of her room and giggled. “Then go on your run so I can take my shower!”

He was only slightly relaxing his weight onto her arms as she pushed him towards her front door, the sound of Kagome’s straining to move him forward making the situation a lot funnier.

“Wow Kagome, you’re so strong.” He teased.

“You-” wheeze, “are-“ gasp, “so heavy!” She exclaimed. Miraculously, she managed to leave him at the entryway and panted after letting him go.

“Maybe after my run, I’ll be a few pounds lighter and we can try that again.” He half grinned.

“Absolutely not.” She panted. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to freshen up from that workout.”

“Have fun bein’ responsible.” He told her before walking down the steps.

“Have fun on your run!” She yelled back before shutting her door and heading straight to her spider-free bathroom.

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The journey to her office was as boring and uneventful as any other day. Since Kagome worked from home, she was rarely ever at her building. There were moments where she did miss her coworkers, but being able to sit in her pajamas, eat whenever she wanted, and do work on her bed or couch was a better deal than being surrounded by people in office chairs. Coming back to pick up work documents hit her with a little bit of nostalgia, but since no one was there except for the cleaning crew, she didn’t have a reason to stay longer for a conversation.

By the time she had returned to her complex, it was almost 7:30 in the morning. Kagome had treated herself to some coffee and a quick breakfast on the way home from a drive-through cafe, and now that her tummy was satisfied for the time being, she was going to crawl into her bed and go back to sleep.

As she walked to her specific building she became fully aware of the work trucks and groups of people around the stairs. They were painters, dressed up in their uniforms with bits of splattered paint staining the fabric and they were currently working on her set of stairs.

“Oh, great.” She groaned. “I have to use the elevator.”

She made a quick turn around and headed straight towards the area where their elevators were located and sighed. It wasn’t that their elevators were bad, no, it’s that their elevators were awful. After going on them for the first time when she, Sango, and Miroku were moving her stuff into her home they all agreed they would never take the elevators ever again. Kagome had no idea that, for a complex as nice as hers, the elevators would be so badly maintained. They shook and creaked with every move they made and the sound alone gave her the heebie-jeebies.

However, today, she had no choice. She decided that as soon as she gets home she was not going back downstairs for the rest of the day.

She clicked the button and waited patiently for the lift to come down from the third floor; the elevators were apparently moving even slower than usual.

She heard footsteps approach her from behind and turned back to see Inuyasha jogging towards her.

“Yo!” He greeted, “How’d it go?”

He was glistening in sweat, his hair was now picked up into a ponytail; something he didn’t have on this morning, and his arms and chest looked bigger and sculpted in his muscle tank top.

She swallowed her drool and remembered that she needed to say words to him. “O-oh, it was nothing! I was in and out pretty quickly. I was able to get some breakfast on the way back too.”

He wiped the sweat from his brow and fixed his hair, the muscles of his arms flexing with every single move.

“Sounds good. Still sleepy?” He asked her.

Kagome lifted her hand to her face and shook her head. “So tired! I’d be in bed by now if the stairs weren’t wet with paint.”

The half-demon chuckled. “Did ya forget that they were gonna restore all the stairs today?”

She peaked at him through her fingers. “When did they say that they were going to do that?”

“On Monday, when they sent an email to everyone.” He smirked at her, “You didn’t read it did ya?”

She looked up towards the ceiling and sighed dramatically. “I was too busy with work to read that email. I totally forgot about it.”

The elevators finally dinged and the doors flung open slowly, finally allowing the two neighbors to enter the lift.

“You know, at least we live on the second floor,” Inuyasha added.

“That’s true. The faster these doors close, the faster we can get home.” 'And I can sleep,' She thought.

Maybe she’ll dream about post-workout Inuyasha holding the dream version of her in his arms.

It wasn’t a crime to dream about your attractive neighbor anyway, and she would indulge herself in any way she saw fit.

The doors rolled closed, confining Inuyasha and Kagome inside it as it slowly started moving up to the above floors. However, the groans and creaks the elevator usually did sounded a bit more dramatic, and it wasn’t until it started shaking a little more aggressively that it had Kagome held onto the rails in a panic and Inuyasha’s ears on alert.

“Um-“ The elevator shook again before coming to a full stop. Kagome waited for the doors to slide open, but that moment never came, and it only made her breathing shorten and her heartbeat race.

“Are we stuck?” She shakily asked her half-demon neighbor.

With his ears still standing up at attention, he held onto the wall and nodded. “Yeah, we’re stuck. I think we’re close to the second floor, but not by much.”

“Oh, great. Cool.” She whimpered in fear.

“Kagome?” He asked her in concern.

“We’re stuck inside this thing and it’s so small! We’re inside a box! There’s nowhere to go, how are we-“

“Kagome. Breathe.”

“H-how are we going to get out?” She whimpered.

Inuyasha slowly walked towards her and pulled her into his arms. She was so tense, he could feel and hear her heart beating rapidly against her chest, her breathing was shallow and she was clinging onto his shirt for dear life.

“Kagome, listen to me. It’s going to be fine.” He held her tighter to him.

“It is?” She wiped her eyes.

“Yeah, it is. I’m here, and I ain’t gonna let anythin’ happen to ya.”

Kagome nodded and dove into his chest for comfort. He was doing his best right now, and she appreciated him for that. He was stuck inside this elevator with her too, and he was trying to be calm for the both of them. Having him holding her so closely helped her relax a little bit more, and once she wasn’t shaking against him so much, she pulled away slightly.

If they were in different circumstances, Kagome would laugh about how something she dreamed of came true. However, she was too busy panicking to think about how his arms were wrapped around her, so she’ll have to freak out about it later.

“We should… hit the emergency button.” She decided. Very slowly, she trudged towards the side panel and clicked on the red button to alert the firefighters. The alarm echoed throughout the small compartment as it rang endlessly. Kagome was holding her breath in anticipation that someone, anyone, would pick up on the other end.

“Hello?”

“Oh thank God.” Kagome shuddered under her breath. “Hi! We’re stuck in the elevator, can you help us?”

“Is this the Sunrise Apartment complex? If so, what building?”

Kagome was holding onto the railing with a hard grip, her knuckles were stark white. “Yes, Sunrise Apartments! Building 3!”

There was static on the other end before the dispatcher on the other side of the line replied.

“Emergency services and an elevator technician are coming shortly. Sit tight, and if you need anything else please hit the button again.”

“O-okay!” She stuttered before the line went dead. There was no more static, just the slight ringing of the bell to alert them that there is an emergency to fill up the space in the air.

Kagome hated elevators, which was another reason why she only went on them when it was necessary. Even if she had to climb 120 flights of stairs she would do it before climbing an elevator. Being stuck in an elevator was one of her biggest nightmares, and yet here she is, waiting for rescue to come and take her out of this box.

“Kagome.” Inuyasha’s voice pulled her out of her meltdown. “Come back here.”

She whipped her attention back to her neighbor, who was now sitting on the floor with his back against the steel walls. He had his arms wide open for her to come back and crawl into, and an unreadable look in his golden eyes. Without saying a word Kagome crouched down on her knees and slowly crawled over to him until she was settled next to him.

His arm wrapped tightly around her middle while she lay against his chest and clung to his tank top. “Didn't know you weren’t a fan of elevators.”

Kagome sighed and played with the fabric of his shirt. “I never have. And now that I’m forced to get on one, I’m stuck in it.”

Inuyasha let out a puff of air and squeezed her middle to try to comfort her. “Least you’re not alone.”

She hummed in appreciation and nuzzled into his chest. “And at least it’s with you.”

They both blushed a deep shade of red and fought inwardly to calm themselves down.

It was quiet between them and Inuyasha focused on Kagome’s heart rate while she focused on steadying her breathing. There was a clear indication that she was still nervous; she was shaking against him and wouldn’t move a muscle, and all he wanted to do was break the doors apart and pull her out.

However, that may place her in more danger, and he wasn’t going to put her at risk. He wasn’t a technician or a firefighter; he didn’t know exactly where they were stuck, they could be hanging between both levels for all he knew. Although it sounded like a good plan, he wasn’t going to go through with it.

He wanted to give her something to think about while they were stuck in here, something that would distract her from the situation at hand. Begrudgingly, he remembered the conversation he had earlier with his brother, which is what made him go on a run and meet back up with Kagome who he was now trapped in this elevator with.

He figured if it was fate at this point, there was no point in avoiding it forever. If she said no, then he’ll stick to his original plan and take Shippo, but if she says yes…

“Listen, this is going to sound very random given the situation that we’re in now.” He started shakily. He was so nervous he was going to explode.

Kagome listened to him intently, the wavering in his voice making her give him her full attention.

“Don’t give me an answer until we get outta here, alright?“ He started strongly, “B-but I was wonderin’ if ya wanted to come with me to my brother's weddin’… as my date.”

Kagome flushed at his offer and looked down at her hand to hide her face from him. “Why ask me this now?”

He grumbled and shifted his gaze away from her, “I’ve been meanin’ to ask ya but I didn’t know if you’d go with me.” He held her tighter. “B-but you’re only thinkin’ about this elevator right now, and I wanted to see if this would let ya think of somethin’ else.”

Kagome raised her head, her eyebrows shooting up at him. “So, this is just to distract me?”

“No!” He quickly argued back. “I genuinely want to go with ya! But don’t give me an answer until we get outta here.” He reminded her.

It was silent for a few seconds and Inuyasha wondered if he had totally messed everything up between the two of them.

If this blows up in his face, he can forget ever telling her about how he feels about her.

“Okay,” Kagome answered honestly. “I-I’ll give you my answer once we’re rescued.”

His cheeks tinged pink. “Cool. Yeah, exactly, tell me after.”

Kagome laughed nervously but chose not to reply to him, instead she laid her head back on his chest and tried to relax her breathing. Not only was she stuck in this elevator, but the man she had feelings for asked her to be his date to his brother's wedding.

That means she would meet his family, and their friends and they would go dressed up to the nines.

As friends.

She had to remind herself that it would be as friends. Until she gathered her wits to confess to him, that’s all they would ever be to each other. Part of her was content with this because a life without Inuyasha sounds miserable to her now, but the other part wants more with him.

She was in a dilemma.

It was silent between them for a few minutes as the two neighbors drowned in the thoughts swarming inside their heads.

Inuyasha was mentally hitting himself for asking her to be his date in a situation like this. He could have asked her in a normal way, but he took too damn long and jumped the gun without properly thinking it through.

All he wanted was to get her to stop panicking over their current predicament, and it seemed like a good idea at the time. It would kill two birds with one stone; ask Kagome to be his date, and get her to think about something else.

It made sense to him in his head, but now he wished he could go back in time and think of saying something else.

He picked up the faintest sound of sirens coming closer to their location and he sighed in relief. “I hear ‘em comin’.” He squeezed her.

“Oh good.” She managed to say. It was difficult to talk, even with Inuyasha’s arm wrapped around her to keep her safe. Logically, she was aware that they were going to be okay. The freak accidents that were flashing in her mind about the chain snapping and then crashing into the ground was just her imagination. This elevator can hold their weight, and they’re not moving around in a way that will make their lift come down.

Being against Inuyasha like this helped a smidge. He really wasn’t letting her go at all. The grip he had on her didn’t falter, and if anything, he was squeezing her closer and closer into his body. He might not even know he was doing it, but Kagome noticed the movement.

She definitely wasn’t complaining.

Her thoughts were swirling between being stuck in an elevator, and also being squished against Inuyasha’s body. He was firm, strong, and muscular; he really took good care of himself, and yet he was also soft and comfortable. She could fall asleep on his chest if she wanted to, and it wouldn’t bother her at all.

He was insanely hot, and all Kagome wanted to do was run her hands against his body and feel him.

She squeezed her eyes shut to try to push away her sinful thoughts.

“Hello! It’s the fire department and the technician! Are you guys alright?” A loud voice echoed from the outside of the cell.

Kagome’s breath hitched at the sound. She looked up at Inuyasha and smiled happily. “Yes! We’re okay!” She yelled back.

“Alright, that’s good! We’re gonna work on getting you out of here, so sit tight, everything is fine!”

Inuyasha sighed in relief and stared up at the ceiling, noticing his reflection staring back at him. It was a mirror, and he took note of how he and Kagome looked while sitting beside each other. She was resting on him, her chest slowly rising and falling while her handheld onto his shirt. His arm was around her, hand resting between her stomach and the top of her thigh. They were so close to each other, and he became hyper-aware of how her body felt on his.

He coughed and flushed at the images playing in his head.

This was not the time.

“Are you okay?” She asked in a tiny voice.

The half-demon chuckled. “I should be askin’ you that.”

She shrugged against him and blew air out of her nose. “If you’re gonna take care of me, then I’m gonna take care of you.”

He rolled his head to the side and smirked. “And just how do you plan to takin’ care of me, Ms. Higurashi?”

She lightly smacked his chest and scoffed. “I take it back, you can suffer.”

He laughed loudly and it echoed throughout the elevator, the down drowning out the alarm for just a second. “That’s harsh, Kagome. And in my time of need?”

She giggled at him, and in turn, she felt his chest vibrate in appreciation of the sound. “You’ll survive.”

It got quiet between them again, but it felt comfortable and quiet, so quiet that he heard the girl loudly yawn against him.

“Wanna take a nap?” He asked her with a smirk on his face.

She shook her head. “If I nap, then I won’t know if anything’s happening.”

“You don’t have’ta worry about that. I told ya already, I ain’t lettin’ anything happen to ya.” He grumbled as he stared at the double doors.

She sighed. “Alright, then. I trust you.”

She tried to snuggle back into his chest and find a comfortable position to lay in, but with the way they were sitting, she couldn’t find a way to rest. She huffed and grumbled in frustration and sighed defeatedly.

“Ain’t comfortable enough for ya?” He teased her.

“I just… I can’t find-“

“Wanna sit on my lap?”

It shouldn’t have made her blush, it should have been a question that made her angry at the mere implication. However, the question had the opposite effect on her.

“A-are you sure?” She stuttered.

“Y-yeah. Just- you need’ta sleep. Yer tired. Come on.” He flushed as he effortlessly lifted her from the ground and onto his thighs, the girl before him fitting comfortably into his lap. He positioned her on her side, with her legs pointed towards his left, and her left arm resting between his torso and her body.

She was so warm and small compared to him, and he immediately wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into him. Her head rested between the crook of his neck, and she sighed against him, her right hand still clutching his shirt tightly in her grasp.

“Thanks,” Kagome said in a small voice.

“Bah.” Inuyasha was looking up at the ceiling again while staring at their positions in their reflection, a blush painted all over his face at their close proximity.

Before he knew it she was asleep in his arms, the movement of her chest rising and falling becoming a pattern for him to pay attention to. Her head fit perfectly in the space between his neck as she slept against him, the warm breath coming from her parted lips tickling his exposed skin.

Inuyasha wondered if this is what it would be like if he just told her. He’s already admitted to himself that he misses being so close to someone special, and if it was Kagome, he would be the happiest half-demon alive. He was so close to admitting his feelings at the diner last week, but if he can’t even ask her to be his date to the wedding, how is he going to ask her to be his girlfriend?

He choked at the idea of introducing Kagome as his girlfriend and it made the girl in his arms stir. “Fuck.” He whispered as he watched her settle back in his arms. “Can't wake ya up yet. You won’t be too happy if I did.”

The vice-like grip she had on his shirt went slack, and now her hand rested limply on his chest. As he watched her sleep, he couldn’t help but get tired as well. Inuyasha rarely slept, as a half-demon, he never needed as much rest as a regular human does, but he felt comfortable with Kagome; so comfortable that he could sleep.

Creeeeeaaaak.

Inuyasha’s ears picked up the sound and jolted awake, his arms still wrapped snugly around the sleeping girl before him. “What the fuck?”

He didn’t want to wake her up, but he had no idea how long he had been out, nor what the progress was with their current situation. It was starting to get a little warm in the elevator, but not enough to make anyone pass out. He heaved a sigh and raised his head towards the roof of the elevator. “What’s going on?!”

There was a brief moment of silence, but the half-demon knew there were people on the other side of the lift, he could hear them talking and doing work.

“The technician is trying to lift up the elevator somewhat, so we can try to get the doors open and pull you out! The entire system’s down, so it’s taking longer than we all would like!”

Perfect. Just perfect. He was glad Kagome was sleeping.

“How long has it been since ya got here?!” He yelled back.

He felt Kagome move again, and she heard her moan in protest to the noise he was making in the elevator.

“About an hour! The tech’s telling us he’s made progress in restarting the lifting mechanism, so it shouldn’t be too long now!” The voice echoed.

He wanted to tell them to hurry up, but that would be no use since they were already doing their best. He would have to settle for their word and take it as it is. “Alright!”

“Hm?” Kagome’s voice squeaked against his chest. “Inu…yasha?”

He grunted in response while she fought to wake up, her eyes blinking against the lighting of the elevator. She looked adorable like this, with her nose scrunched up in confusion and fatigue.

“Are we still…?” Her voice was laced with exhaustion.

“Trapped in the elevator? Yeah, we are.”

Her eyes shot open like saucers and he realized he fucked up. He could have delivered the news to her a little better than that.

“B-but, they told me while you were sleepin’ that we’re close to gettin’ out of here!” Inuyasha quickly added. “It won’t be long, I swear.”

Kagome nodded and tried to compose herself a little, the news of being freed calming her. There was no other thing for them to do except sit here and wait, no matter how badly she wanted to rip those doors open and climb out of the lift itself.

As she came to her senses, another thought occurred to her, and she looked down to see that she was indeed snuggled into Inuyasha’s lap. If this were a cartoon, steam would come out of her ears from how flustered she was. They were in a predicament, and Kagome knew he only offered her his lap because she was in need of sleep; especially after panicking when the elevator stopped moving, but she couldn’t stop the heat from rising in her body and making her cheeks turn red.

“Um, I can move?” She asked him shyly.

Inuyasha blushed and looked away from her. “N-no, it’s fine. If it helps you feel safer, I don’t mind ya on my lap.” He felt hot, and he was aware that the raven-haired beauty on his lap was part of the reason why.

Sweat dripped down the side of his face and Kagome swiped it away reflexively, immediately pulling her hand back once she realized what she had done. “S-sorry! I just saw-“ She stuttered, “And you look so red! A-are you okay? Are you hot? Overheating? I can get off!”

His grip around her tightened when she started moving off of his lap, his chest rumbling in a low vibration. “Fuck no, stay here.”

“But, you’re heating up,” Kagome mentioned in concern.

He half grinned at her and laughed at the seriousness of the situation. “So are you. Your skin is hot, and you’re just as sweaty as I am right now.”

Kagome nervously laughed. “That’s definitely not attractive.”

Inuyasha laughed along with her. “Who cares? It’s just me.”

She looked into his eyes before quickly breaking eye contact and staring at his chest. “B-but what if I care if it is you?”

He raised his brow at her, “What do you mean? It shouldn’t. I don’t care if ya look like this, look at me, I probably looked fucked up right now.”

The girl above him giggled. “I guess we’re both hot messes right now.”

Inuyasha looked up at her with a serious face. “Wow, seriously?”

She hid her face into his chest and laughed. “Hey, I tried my best!” She paused and wiped away some sweat from her forehead. “It really is hot though.”

“I think the AC’s broken.” Inuyasha groaned. “It’s only goin’ to get worse until they get us out of here.”

“Oh man,” Kagome shuddered. “I’m getting really hot.” She began to remove the top four buttons of her shirt and sighed in the momentary relief that she felt.

Inuyasha watched her unbutton her top and blushed. “W-what are you doin’?”

Kagome pulled back from him and looked away, completely forgetting to tell him that she was about to do that. “Sorry! I forgot to ask you, and I needed to remove the buttons. It’s so hot.” She cried.

He wanted to bang his head against the wall because , of course, , that was the logical thing for her to do in a situation like this. She’s wearing a button-up blouse, they were about to hit the hour and a half mark of being stuck in here, and it was hot as fuck.

If he wasn’t in a muscle tank he would have done the same thing.

“I-it’s okay.” He shyly reassured her. “You need to do this for yourself, you’re fuckin’ overheating.”

“Okay.” She breathed. “I trust you.”

He didn’t need to hear her say that to know that she did, but it felt good to hear those words come from her regardless.

In intense silence, Kagome continued to unbutton her blouse, the relief from removing the shirt hitting her immediately. The air inside the elevator was warm no matter what, but removing this extra layer of fabric was enough to help Kagome feel less claustrophobic and heated.

She placed the blouse beside Inuyasha’s legs and sighed. She was too nervous to look at the half-demon, especially since she was wearing nothing but a bralette, and hid her face back into his chest. “I feel better.”

Inuyasha stiffened while she relaxed into him, the feeling of her bare skin burning his. “I’m glad. I wish I had water to give ya.”

She awkwardly shrugged in his arms, “As soon as we’re free I’m drinking an entire gallon of water.”

He laughed. “I believe ya, fuck it, I’ll drink one too.” He could feel her laughing against him and he couldn’t suppress his grin. It felt good knowing she was relaxing more and more while they waited in here, especially compared to the full-blown panic she had when this all started.

The elevator creaked again and Kagome gasped, her arms flying around Inuyasha’s neck in reaction. “What’s happening?”

He wrapped both of his arms around her torso tightly and listened for any signs of danger. So far, nothing sounded like it was snapping apart, instead, the sound was similar to an engine boosting back into power.

The elevator shook before moving upwards, the sudden movement making Kagome’s grip around his neck tighten from fear. “Are we moving?” She asked, her voice muffled in his neck.

“Seems like it. The engines back on.” He answered her calmly.

“The tech got it to move! We should be able to force open the doors now!” The male's voice was louder and closer, confirming with the pair of neighbors that the lift did indeed move closer to the second floor.

Inuyasha felt Kagome’s chest rising and falling against his, and he was made aware of her current appearance. Her skin against his was making him tingle, and he could feel the swell of her breasts against him, and he forced himself to not think any further.

‘Sesshomaru in underwear, Sesshomaru in underwear, Sesshomaru in underwear’, he repeated like a mantra.

Suddenly, Kagome pulled away from him and smiled prettily. “Um… I’m going to get dressed before they see me like this.”

Inuyasha growled at her words, the thought alone making him want to get in front of her and shield her from other eyes.

He looked away as she put on her blouse, but his excellent vision was not helping as he could still see her from his peripheral and he had to repeat his mantra all over again

He’s positive he’s never going to be able to get that image out of his head.

“You can look now.”

When Inuyasha turned back he made direct eye contact with Kagome, and he heard her breath hitch in reaction. His arm went back around her waist while she sat comfortably on his lap, and he noticed that she had one hand on his chest while the other played with the nape of his hair.

Brown eyes hovered towards his lips, and his gold eyes followed close behind.

“Inuyasha.” She breathed, her eyes moving back to stare into his.

“What is it?” He asked huskily.

Her gaze shifted towards his mouth again, and if she didn’t tell him what was on her mind he was just going to devour her lips and kiss her senselessly.

“Can I-“

They were interrupted by the sound of metal banging and creaking from behind them, making Kagome jump and launch herself under Inuyasha’s chin. It was loud, and terrifying, and it just interrupted whatever the hell was going to happen between the two of them.

The doors were forced open, revealing a team of firefighters standing on the other side in their uniforms.

They couldn’t have waited five more minutes?

“Are you guys alright?!” The voice that had been speaking to them for the last few hours asked.

“Yeah, it’s just hot as hell in here,” Inuyasha complained.

The forced opening of the doors revealed half of the brick wall of the shaft, meaning the elevator was still not completely at level with the second floor. The top half, however, had the sunlight peering in and a group of people clad in yellow.

“When the system's power shut off, so did the AC, let’s get you guys out of here and check out your vitals.” Another fireman spoke.

Inuyasha shifted Kagome in his arms and stood up from the ground with ease, suppressing a grin when the girl let out a little startled yelp from the sudden movement. He slowly walked over to the entryway and lifted her into the arms of the fireman, and as soon as she was out of the lift, Inuyasha pushed himself out of the car with ease.

“Where are we going?” Kagome asked in a little voice.

The man carrying her made his way down the stairs, white paint staining the soles of his boots. “Paramedics are gonna check you out real quick, you two have been stuck in there for almost two hours. It’s just protocol.”

Kagome nodded before trying to move her head to catch a glimpse of white fluffy ears. “And Inuyasha?”

“Right behind ya.” He called out to her while he descended the steps.

She sighed in relief and laid her head on the fireman’s chest, she was so tired, but the light breeze was already making her feel a bit better compared to the still, stiff air from inside the lift. Her body felt a little heavy, and she was super thirsty. The arms of the fireman were comfortable thanks to his padded suit, which allowed her to relax comfortably until they reached the ambulance.

Once they arrived they sat her down on the back ledge of the truck and the paramedics began to check on her. They poked and prodded her, and asked her a bunch of questions about how she felt and her medical history. She was given an IV to help aid her dehydrated body, took down her blood pressure, and did a bunch of other things.

When the paramedic’s partner came to check on Inuyasha, he quickly thanked him and denied his sustenance. “I’m fine, focus on her.” He told him gruffly.

He stood a bit off to the side until they were done hovering over her, and as he watched her he noticed how tired she looked. They may have been stuck in there for two hours, but for Kagome, it may have felt longer. Like a dog looking for its owner, Inuyasha quickly walked over to the raven-haired girl and flushed when she leaned forward to lay her head on his chest.

“How are ya feelin’?” He asked her gently.

Kagome shrugged, a sound that came off as a little hum leaving her throat. “Like a weak little worm.”

He chuckled at her words and took a long strand of her hair into his hand and began to play with it. “That’s a new one.”

She shivered from the tickling sensation she felt as his fingers touched her ebony locks. “Just call me worm Kagome.” She chuckled.

He scrunched his face and laughed breathily. “That one kinda sucked.”

Kagome meekly shrugged, “I have an IV in my vein, I tried my best.”

They went silent again, the only sound surrounding them being the engines of the emergency vehicles running and the voices of the people around them. The half-demon focused on Kagome’s breathing while he played with her hair, the weight of her head on his chest reminding him of just how comfortable she felt being around him.

“By the way,” She started again, her voice still small, “My answer is yes.”

His hands stopped moving, the waves in her hair now only moving from the light breeze. “Really?”

She giggled and slid her head upwards, leaving her chin to rest snuggly on his chest. “Really.”

Pink tinted his cheeks handsomely, a half-grin showing up on his face. “Really, really?”

She snorted. “Really really.”

“Really, really, really?

“Say really one more time and you’re gonna go dateless!” She threatened.

Inuyasha burst out laughing, the sound echoing around the lot. “I have a backup if ya end up taking your answer back.”

“Oh yeah?” She smirked. “Who is it?”

“Shippo.” He smirked back at her.

“No way!” She giggled ferociously, “I bet he would make a fantastic date.”

“Eh.” Inuyasha replied, his fingers still playing with her tresses. “I think you’d make a better one.”

“Hmm.” Kagome hummed in appreciation. “When is the wedding anyway?”

Inuyasha shifted his gaze to the side and laughed nervously. “Next weekend.”

“What!” She yelled in shock. “I need to find a dress in such a short amount of time?!”

He grumbled in embarrassment, the vibrations rumbling in his chest. “You’d look fine in whatever ya end up wearin’.”

Kagome closed her eyes and sighed, the breeze kissing her face wonderfully. “Alright, I can’t deny that.”

“Keh.” He simply responded. “Knew ya wouldn’t.”

They fell back into a comfortable silence, allowing themselves to become surrounded by the noises of the people and the vehicles all around them. While Kagome continued to rest her head against the half-demon chest; allowing for the cold fluid running in her veins to restore her energy, Inuyasha continued to play with her hair and soothe himself to the sound of her heartbeat.

ll, he was able to finally ask her to be his wedding date and getting to hold her so close was just a bonus.

Besides his terribly long day that was another reason why he had decided to call Shippo to meet him at their favorite bar. He wanted to update the fox kit on everything that happened, and also celebrate the fact that he finally asked her after dodging the idea for so long.

[speutschlish]

Promising Young Woman (tw: abuse, assault, r*pe, trauma)

Two days ago I saw Promising Young Woman at a drive-in theater, and it was the most cathartic film experience I’ve ever had. I was bawling, ecstatic, and deeply triggered all at the same time. It was beautiful. I couldn’t even stand up afterwards because I became nauseous and light-headed. In therapy I’ve been learning how to reconnect my body sensations to how I’m feeling. Watching this obra maestra made me feel all the feelings, and I had such a powerful physical reaction in response to that - it was a good learning experience in that way as well.

That paragraph may sound too contradictory to make sense, but it makes perfect sense to me, and if you want to read more (with spoilers), you can expand this post.

If you don’t want to read spoilers, then let me just say that as someone with C-PTSD caused by childhood abuse (sexual, emotional, psychological), r*pe and sexual assault who is finally in a safe enough place to look back and face it all in the hopes of healing, this movie SAW me, and that means A LOT.

PYW is a realist film. There is an unreliable narrator in Cassie (though there is no narration that happens, just that Cassie’s is the only vantagepoint through which the plot progresses). She is perfectly imperfect. She is drowning in her trauma, and as I’ve learned through uncovering and attempting to heal my own trauma, I know intimately how the trauma brain distorts your actions and reactions and feelings, so is Cassie doing “the right thing™”? No. But she’s doing the only thing her trauma brain can tell her to do - keep Nina close, keep Nina alive, don’t give up, don’t let them win, don’t move on because Nina can’t, so why should you?

The thing is, this movie shows that the only one who ISN’T crazy is Cassie. 

Cassie is the only one who cares as much as someone should care that a woman was drugged, raped, mocked, discarded, demeaned, dehumanized into suicide.

Let’s look at everyone else’s response:

Nina’s mom: obviously traumatized, grieving, but has compartmentalized and wants (needs) to “move on”

Cassie’s dad: expresses sympathy, is one of the few characters who mentions Nina without Cassie’s prompting, but ultimately takes no real “action” to help Cassie, and most likely did not take action to help Nina (sympathy without support)

Cassie’s mom: desperate for Cassie to “move on” so that her family life can seem perfect again

Madison (ex-friend of Nina and Cassie): victim blames, repeatedly calls the r*pe of Nina “gossip” and admits she laughed at the video

Ryan (Cassie’s snuffed out love flame): after seeing video evidence that he witnessed the r*pe of Nina, he says he did nothing wrong and proceeds to attend the wedding of the r*pist like it was all normal

Cassie has long ago tired herself out screaming “LOOK AT WHAT HAPPENED! THIS IS AN INHUMAN ACT! THIS IS A CRIME! NINA IS SUFFERING! WHY AREN’T YOU DOING ANYTHING ABOUT IT?” And at the point of the movie, years later, Cassie lives in the theater of the absurd, where no one wants to remember Nina or take any action on her behalf. Was the path that Cassie took the best path? The healthy path? No. But it’s not a stretch to understand why she thought it was the only one she could go down and still live with herself.

It hit me when someone called Cassie crazy, and she says, “No, I really don’t think I am.”

It hit me when Ryan tells her “Can we think about this for a second?”, and she says “You have NO idea how much I’ve thought about this.”

It hit me when she wrote “In the event of my disappearance...”

It’s so clear to me - Cassie didn’t want to die. Cassie didn’t even really want “revenge”, per se. She wanted the world to make sense. She wanted the gravity of Al Monroe et al’s crimes to be recognized and treated as the horrendous, inhuman, vile acts that they were.

The movie is real - Cassie can’t have that. She can’t have that because there are r*pists sitting on the highest courts of the land. There are Presidents who support, applaud, and participate in r*pe. There are terrorists who blow up bombs in public, but not before torturing and abusing those closest to him at home and the authorities do nothing after he is reported. There is a man living his normal life out there after r*ping my mother, molesting and r*ping me as a child, and turning the other way after his son r*ped my sister.

If someone is so monstrous that they can drug and r*pe a woman - they have already shown that they have no regard for the personhood of girls and women. They will not hesitate to wretch her personhood away from her, do as he likes with it, and choke the last bit of life-sustaining air from it. It is no surprise that Al Monroe is capable of murder, and it’s no surprise that his friend laughs when he finds out she’s dead.

Lately I’ve been feeling some regrets - why didn’t I fight more? Why didn’t I scream at him, find a weapon, run away, something, something to show him how deeply wrong he was to do those things to a girl, to a woman?

This movie was a peek at an alternate path that I could have taken. It showed me a part of my life unlived, a part of my life that I could have had in another universe. It didn’t look away. It gave viewers the thing that Cassie was searching for - the recognition that (Nina / I / all victims) matter and that what happened to (Nina / me / all victims) matters. It has weight. It takes up space. The evil of what happened to (Nina / me / all victims) dripped and oozed and infected everyone that it touched. Cassie wasn’t wrong to recognize that, and if we all did, the world would be a better place.

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day. Welcome to the working week although, for those of you in the NHS, welcome to just another day!

Many thanks to everyone that listened to the show on Saturday afternoon, and many thanks to those that will listen to it on Mixcloud. Naturally, because of the Queen’s passing, we had to keep it downtempo and mellow, so I jumped straight into The Letter J and selected two hours of relatively chilled music. Next week, The Letter I (Pt. 4) featuring a tribute to Gregory Isaacs, ending The Letter I with a two-hour tribute to The Isley Brothers on September 24th.

In my humble opinion, it was the wrong decision to postpone the football games at the weekend. These games were perfect opportunities for ordinary people and the football community to express their love and grief. The players could have worn black armbands, there could have been a minute of silent reflection and the crowd would have needed little encouragement to sing ‘God Save The King’. Which is EXACTLY what they did at the test match at The Oval! It could have been a huge cathartic experience for many people. Did my gas and electricity and Sky and BT and council tax bills get postponed this week? Did they hell!

Really glad to say the pain is subsiding. I’m now actually walking in shoes! I’ve been living in sliders for the last three weeks! I am moisturising like crazy, particularly my feet, and this is going to be a major change in my life. Straight white guys are not that hot on moisturising. Dry, cracked skin? Not a problem! We all imagine we are indestructible; no ailment will affect us, nothing can infect us. I was wrong. So wrong. Cellulitis has been painful. Almost as painful as listening to one genre of music for hours on end. Almost. So, from now on, I am actually going to moisturise my skin every day. My wife does it every day and so can I.

On Saturday, people marched to Scotland Yard to demand justice for Chris Kaba, who was shot and killed last week by Met. police. Sky News showed aerial footage of the march and actually told viewers it was ‘well-wishers’ on their way to Buckingham Palace to pay tribute to the Queen. Gross incompetence or racism? You decide which. Amazingly, Sky News corrected themselves later in the day but did not apologise to viewers for this horrendous faux pas!

When I was a kid, attending Highgate Wood Secondary Modern Comprehensive, one of my best mates was a kid called Lewis Nicholson. He used to live on Muswell Hill Road and I hung out at his place a lot. His mum, Mavis, had her own TV interview show; she was like a female Michael Parkinson. To many, she was a big star. To me, she was Mave The Rave. One day, Lewis and I were making a lot of noise up in his room. Mave shouted up the stairs, “What are you doing?” “Nothing!” we innocently replied. “Well, stop doing it!” she said. Makes me laugh to this day. Anyway, Mavis Nicholson passed away on Thursday. Very sad.

On Sunday, The Trouble and I went to a wonderful soiree at The Crazy Coqs inside Zedel’s in Piccadilly Circus, to celebrate my cousin and his wife’s ruby wedding anniversary. Delicious champagne and canapes and no DJ but a live quartet playing beautiful songs from the thirties, forties and fifties. 40 years of marriage! That is some good going! I guess it’s actually quite a skill to choose a life-long partner? To look at someone and know – confidently – that you’re going to be comfortable to spend a lifetime with them.

It was a brilliant Sunday until we got home to ANOTHER speeding ticket for driving 24 m.p.h. Really? The cost of living is affecting all of us. Food, fuel and energy bills have gone through the roof. A speeding ticket for driving 24 m.p.h.? Is that not a little heavy-handed and insensitive? Yes, I understand the police are trying to slow drivers down by making more streets 20 but these are exceptional times!

Have a marvellous and momentous Monday. I love you all.

[scapegrace74-blog]

Ginger Snap, Chapter 3

A/N  And just like that, here’s another chapter of Ginger Snap.  This one has no Chef!Jamie (at least not in person, but he is the invisible third presence in the room) but read it anyway!  He’ll be back in the next chapter, I promise.

Previous chapters are best enjoyed on my Ao3 page, because I have a bad habit of going back and editing them after they’ve been posted.

I appraised my reflection in a plate glass window.  Today was my thirtieth birthday.  I’d spent most of the day at a fancy salon having assorted hairs waxed, plucked and uncoiled.   Twenty minutes in the capricious October wind, and my sleek hairstyle was on the verge mutiny.  I smoothed it down as best I could with my palms, mentally shrugged my shoulders, then entered the upscale restaurant.

“Happy birthday, darling.”  Frank left a dry kiss on my cheek, careful to not mar my make-up, as he greeted me.  “You look very beautiful with your hair straight like that.”

It was clear why Frank had chosen the Witchery for my birthday celebration.  Nestled against Edinburgh Castle, it radiated history with its dark woods, tapestry-covered walls, burgundy banquettes and faux Tudor painted ceiling.  Everywhere crystal and silverware reflected the bountiful candlelight.  I pictured Jamie’s thick-soled work boots striding across the antique Persian carpets towards the kitchen and had to suppress a giggle.

Frank stood respectfully while the maître d’ pulled out my chair.  He played the part of the genteel academic to a tee.  Ten years’ my senior, he sported thick-framed glasses, a full head of dark hair and a trim figure that spoke more to abstemious habits than vigorous exercise.  Still, he was wearing his best tailored suit and the tie I’d bought him for Christmas.  I reminded myself that I was lucky to be in a relationship with a decent, courteous and dependable man who offered me the stability my tumultuous childhood had been sadly lacking.

We conversed quietly as we each perused the leather-bound menus, the noise of other diners a discrete background hum.  Frank told me all about the history of the sixteenth century oak panels that lined the room, and I listened politely.

“It’s so refreshing to see an establishment buck the trend of those horrendous open-style kitchens,” he pronounced with a dramatic shudder.

“Oh, I don’t know.  I rather enjoy watching the orchestrated chaos that goes into making my meal.  It’s like dinner theatre,” I contradicted.

“Some things are better appreciated unseen, darling.  It’s like that gaudy museum we visited in Paris.  Ductwork and elevator shafts on display along with the art.  It’s tremendously distracting, and not at all the point.”

He was referring to our visit to the Pompidou Centre the previous summer.  I had found the juxtaposition of modern art and naked architecture fascinating.   Frank much preferred the Louvre.

I was saved from having to defend my opinion by the arrival of our waiter.  Using a well-manicured fingernail to indicate his choices, Frank ordered for us both.

“The lady will have your Grand Cru Mambourg.  I’ll start with a Lagavullin 16, and proceed to the Chambolle-Musigny with my main course,” he said with conviction.

“Very good, sir.”  The waiter collected the enormous wine menu and decamped, having failed to even look me in the eye.  A little ember of resentment glowed in my belly.

“How did you know what wine to order when I haven’t told you what I’ve chosen as my main course?” I challenged once the waiter was out of earshot.

Frank looked perplexed, as though we were acting in a play and I’d suddenly said the wrong lines after countless perfect dress rehearsals.

“It’s your birthday, darling.  You always get lobster for your birthday.”

I thought about this.  He wasn’t wrong.   I liked lobster.  The first time we celebrated together in Boston, on my twenty-fifth birthday, it had felt like a sophisticated, grown-up choice.  But I never intended for it to become my only option.

The rest of the meal passed without event.  Frank was more animated than usual, reaching across the table to caress my hand twice and joking that his Angus steak tartare appetizer made him feel like a veritable red-blooded carnivore.

Once our plates were cleared Frank cleared his throat and squared his shoulders in a way that reminded me of the day he announced that we would be moving to Edinburgh.  Now what? I wondered.

“Claire.  Darling.  I think you know how happy you make me, and how delighted I am that we’re building this new life together back in the UK.  Your thirtieth birthday is such a special occasion, and I think it’s fitting that we mark it with something momentous.”

He reached across the table and took my left hand in his right.  His skin was cool and dry against my oddly numb palm.  I considered whether I might be going into cardiac arrest.  My heart felt untethered in my chest, leaping towards my throat and then plunging into my gut.  I concentrated on taking short, sipping breaths so that I didn’t regurgitate lobster all over the pristine white table linens.

Frank continued, unaware of my turmoil.  “I’d like us to be married within the year.  That way, our children will be born before you enter the high-risk years.  A late-spring wedding sounds lovely, don’t you think?”

He looked at me expectantly, so it must be my turn to speak.  The problem was I couldn’t think of a single thing to say.

“I’m sorry, are you asking me to marry you?” I managed to ask around my stomach, which had joined my heart in my throat.

Frank chuckled.  “Of course I am, darling.  Isn’t this what we always planned?”

Strictly speaking, it was what Frank had always planned.  He’d certainly never made any secret of the fact that matrimony and a family were what he saw in our future.  So why was I blind-sided?  It felt as though I had been driving a practical four-door sedan with an excellent crash test rating at highway speed, only to suddenly realize that nothing happened when I pumped the brakes.

I said the next thing that came into my malfunctioning brain.

“What about my licensing exams?”

“There really won’t be time, darling.  Planning a wedding is a full-time job in itself, from what I hear.   We need to get moving if we’re to have two children.  You aren’t getting any younger, you know.”

I nodded weakly as though this made some kind of sense.  Frank took the gesture as silent acceptance of his hyper-practical proposal, clapping his hands together in delight in a way that made me jump.

“Marvelous.  Now, I know that you’re very particular about jewelry, so I thought it best that we shop for a ring together.  But I wouldn’t dream of celebrating your special day without giving you something tangible.  Happy birthday, Claire.”

He pulled an envelope from his inside jacket pocket and slid it across the table.  My fingers trembled and twitched as I tried to open the seal.  Inside was a certificate printed with a familiar logo.   I looked at Frank in shock.  How did he know?

“I know how much you want to learn to cook.  This place has an excellent reputation, despite their ridiculous name.  They offer group lessons, but only at their location in Leith.  I suppose the rent is cheaper there, but clearly that was out of the question.  Fortunately, I was able to arrange something more suitable with the owner, so you’ll be learning at home from a private chef!”

At that moment our waiter reappeared carrying a bowl of dark, rich-looking pudding.  As he placed it on the table in front of me, the spicy vapours of whisky assaulted my nose.  With a flourish, the waiter extracted a long-handled lighter and ignited the liquor.  Through the ensuing burst of purple flame, Frank’s familiar features transformed into something far more sinister.

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You were in your home state visiting family. One of your cousins had her bridal party coincidentally around the time you were visiting your parents. You were having a great time with your cousins, but you missed Emily. 

Emily couldn’t join you this time but when you come to the wedding, she’s joining you. 

Which you were nervous for. 

Emily and you had been together for three years, you kept her a secret until your mom posted a picture of you two on facebook saying, “my daughter has the most beautiful girlfriend! Happy three years you two 💖”

It was a photo of you two baking in the kitchen, Garcia snapped it after Emily smeared icing on your nose and mouth. You were kissing Emily's nose, her face was all scrunched up and she was smiling. 

You loved your mother dearly, you just wished that she would’ve given you a warning before posting it. You got tons of texts and calls about it, your family was quite nosey. Loving, but nosey. 

You were driving to your cousin's house, Emily's voice on the speaker. “Baby, I’m sure it’ll be fine.” She reassured.

“Em, I didn’t come out to them before they found out about you! It’s weird going to a family party not having a secret.”

“I mean,” she began, “you do still kind of, have a secret.” 

You smiled, the picture of the ring coming into your head. “Yeah, they won’t find out about that for another two months though.” 

You didn’t want to show up to someone else’s wedding shower with an engagement ring on your finger. You didn’t want to steal the spotlight. Especially since you and the bride don’t have the closest relationship. 

You loved her obviously, you grew up together, but she got this I’m-Elite attitude in her teen years. That’s when you pulled away. 

If the bridal shower was farther away from the wedding, or if you got engaged before the wedding festivities started happening, that’s when you would’ve revealed the ring.

But, that was not the case. 

The ring was at home, you weren’t even telling your parents about the engagement. 

You sighed, gripping the steering wheel. “I wish you were here with me.” You said wistfully.

“I wish I was with you too. Don’t worry, next month I’ll be right by your side.” 

You smiled, pulling into the driveway, “okay, I’m here. I’ll text you in case I get anxious.” 

“I’m sure you’ll do great. I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

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It was five minutes into the party before you got a question about Em. 

“So no girlfriend?” 

Your relative was a very devout catholic woman. You knew that it’d be hard to see a queer relationship in the family for her. She’s never been outwardly homophobic that you’ve seen. But, she was trying to be supportive, yet, tiptoeing. That much you could tell. 

Thank God you profiled for a living. 

“Nah, she had to be at Quantico.” You smiled, picturing Emily’s ‘thinking’ face. Her lip between her teeth as her eyes absorbed the text she was reading. “But she’ll be at the wedding, that’s when I planned for everyone to know about her.” 

She nodded, “she looks very nice, your mom is just enthusiastic about you dating.” 

You laughed, “yeah, when she met Em, I almost died of embarrassment from her pulling out the photo albums.”

“But that’s all the fun of being a parent!” She nudged your shoulder. 

Your chest clenched, you appreciated the normalcy in this conversation. 

“I was worried…” you trailed off.

She nodded in understanding, “to be completely honest, we were surprised that you’re with a woman. And yes, it’ll take some adjusting. But you are family and we love you and Emily regardless.” She pulled you into a side hug. “We’re here for you Y/N.”

You blinked back tears and swallowed the lump in your throat. “Thank you.” 

She smiled again and walked away. You quickly pulled out your phone and texted Emily. 

“All is well.”

Before Em could respond, your relatives granddaughter, your cousin, walked up. She smiled at you, handing you a glass of champagne as you stuck your phone back in your pocket. “What was that?” You took the glass.

“Oh just me being emotional.” You looked down and swirled your champagne. 

“Just so you know, they asked me if I knew about her.” 

“Duh, of course you did.”

“But I said no,” she nudged your shoulder. “Why?” 

“This family is the noisiest family to exist. It’s your story, you should tell it.” “Thanks Tay.” You gave her a side hug.

“You should come back here if you want.”

You shook your head, “I’m starting a life out there. I don’t think I belong anywhere else.” 

“Just know that, we love you and I’m sorry if this family pushed you away.” 

“I know. The family cliques didn’t drive me away. The want for a place that didn’t know me did. I wanted to go somewhere where nobody knew me. Where I could be authentically myself.” 

She swallowed. “I can understand that.”

“You know you can come out to DC anytime right? Just call me and you can stay for a few days.” You sipped your drink.

Taylor smiled, “I’d like that.” 

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Later that night in your hotel room, you were thinking about what you told Taylor. How you started a new life. 

Emily was your home, her laugh was a song to your ears. Her smile could make any room shine bright. Her cinnamon spice smell was a comfort. Her weird habit of mixing scrambled eggs with ketchup, her horrendous cooking that made you both giggle. Dancing at three am when you both can’t sleep because of nightmares. 

Making hot chocolate every sunday morning. Getting pizza and watching horror movies every friday. Random walks in the park when the Japanese Cherry Blossoms are in bloom. 

That one time where you were both drunk and tried to talk to the Abraham Lincoln statue at the Lincoln Memorial. Going to Madame Tussauds and getting extremely creeped out by the wax figures. Exploring the Smithsonian museums and making Night At The Museum references.  

When you’re cooking and she’ll grind into you or smack your ass. Or when baking you guys will throw flour at each other or put dollops of frosting on each other's noses. 

Or when you’re having a bad day, you’ll just bury yourself into her cleavage and she’ll run her fingers through your hair. And she’ll do the exact same to you. 

Emily is your home. And you weren’t leaving.

[kickingitwithkirk]

Deuxième Omega: Part II

Summary: Jensen is not dealing well with his unexpected divorce and before the ink is even dry, he is pushed into another union with a complete stranger.

Pairing: Alpha!Jensen Ackles x Omega!OFC

Word Count: 2859

Warnings: A/B/O, angst, angry Jensen, cursing, illness, arranged marriage, divorces, talk of Alpha dominance over Omega, suspected eating disorder, past abuses, vehicle drama

A/N: Sorry this took so long to get this part out, my antique laptop decided to eat over 2,000 words and have had to piece back together from memory so hopefully it makes sense.

A/N II: There is no intentional hate or malevolence intended towards any of the Ackles family. This is a purely fictional piece containing real and created persons/names/events set in the fictional A/B/O verse. 

Part I

*Supernatural doesn’t end in season 15 and some dates/events have been altered to fit the story.

*no beta, all mistakes are mine

The Next Day

Jensen waves his hand around again at that buzzing insect driving him crazy. He’s finally conscious enough to recognize the sound, it wasn’t a bug but his phone vibrating incessantly. Picking his head up and instantly regretting it starts patting around the bed for his phone.

“lo...”

“Are you still drunk?” A deep, honey-whiskey and way too damn loud for the morning voice barked at him.

“Jared?”

“No, fucking Misha.”

“Too early for your shit Jay...”

“Dude, it’s three-thirty in the afternoon.”

“WHAT!” Jensen yells sitting up too fast, the pain ricocheting throughout his head sends him flying off the bed, barely making it to the toilet before regurgitating everything he ingested last night. The toilet automatically flushes as he sits back against the bathtub groaning like a dying water buffalo.

“Really wish you'd hung up before sharing that,” Jared quips in a queasy voice, “I’m gonna regret this but Face Time me.”

Jensen cracked his eyes open enough to locate the button and tapping it Jared appears dressed in his running gear with a bandana holding his hair back. “No offense but you look like hammered shit. I was gonna call earlier but Gen threatened to have my left nut if I did.”

Jensen grunts and closes his eyes against the bright outdoor light emanating from the phone.

“Are you…” Jensen tunes him out for a minute then,“ ‘cause there’s something you need to know about, it’s really bad.”

He opens his eyes and it’s worse than he could have imagined going by the expression on Jared’s face.

“One of your clan sold you out, got it all on cellphone video, social media’s blowing up. Hell, even Fox News Channel picked it up.”

Jensen listens to the description of his expressions at the surprise traditional ceremony, his drunken stumbling around the reception with his new wife submissively following, his scoffing at the speeches during the reception and ignoring his silent, veil wife sitting next to him.

“My favorite bit was Alan and Josh carrying you out of the can.”

Jared's expression turned serious, “People are talking, we can't cover for you anymore. I got a text from higher ups cause no one could get hold of you for obvious reasons. PR’s gotta get ahead of this.”

“I’m a fuckup.”

“Yeah but we still love you. So, what's her name?”

Jensen licked his lips, biting the bottom one.

“Please tell me you know her name.”

“I..I don't even know what she looks like Jay.”

Jared ran his hand over his mouth, “The first thing you do is get up, take a shower and brush your goddamn teeth. Then you apologize, fucking supplicate yourself, to your new wife..unless you’ve already decided to put her aside.”

Jensen's head snapped up unbelieving that his friend, the man who was his brother in every way except blood, could think that of him.

“You really believe I could do that?”

Jared smiled, “No, you're too good of a man, an Alpha, to do that. I want you to remember one thing, in all this, she’s not the one who screwed you over.”

***

Jensen stepped out the shower forgoing shaving since the show was on a short break. He wiped the steam from the mirror and stared at this haggard expression and developing beer gut. I’ve got to get back on my exercise routine. Makeup and wardrobe could only mask so much.

Reaching for his bath kit he knocked a hand towel off the counter. Bending over to retrieve it he noticed a shoe with netting in the wastebasket. Pulling it out he saw a brown smear inside one of the heels, remembering how much trouble she had with them last night and made a mental note to inquire about her feet.

Washing his hands and searching through his kit realizing he’d forgotten his toothbrush. Opening on the cabinets he located the complementary ones. As he’s brushing Jensen sees another brush sitting in a glass by the other sink with a neatly folded hand towel and hanging washcloth.

Huh, she must have forgotten hers too.

Tossing his kit bag in the suitcase he dressed in a pair of well worn jeans and a T-shirt. Quietly entering the common area the curtains set open just enough for him to see her curled up on the couch, still in her wedding dress, asleep. He walked over to check on her when a knock at the door made her bolt upright.

“It's room service, I asked them to text so not to wake you.” He answered the door and had a brief word with the waiter who apologized, the ticket didn’t say not to knock. They deposited a coffee decanter, several covered dishes, bottles of water and left taking the cart with them.

Jensen sat down and before he could ask how she took her coffee, his wife scrambled off the couch and was kneeling at his feet, head bowed and hands folded in her lap.

“What are you doing?” He asked incredulously, having never seen anyone do this before.

“Awaiting you instructions Alpha.”

“Instruc...get up!” He gripped her upper arm, shocked at how far his fingers wrapped around it and helped her to the other chair. Sitting back down Jensen got his first look at his new wife.

Sleep tousled, dark blonde hair frame cheekbones overly prominent for the shape of her face, wide set eyes a blue-grey color with amber rings around the pupils. Her lips were full, the bottom lip slightly off center. She was not the Hollywood standard of beauty he was used to, and if compared to them, she’d only be considered moderately pretty.

“I was only doing what is expected…”

“Kneeling at my feet like an obedient dog!” He barked as she said, “..of the Omega.”

“What’s expected?”

“In the book..”

“Please look at me when speaking.” She raises her eyes but doesn’t meet his, “..it states that the Omega is subservient and the act of humbling ourselves shows respect for the Alpha, as is their due.’

Jensen sat back shocked, running both of his hands through his still damp hair, making it stand up to resemble a hedgehog. He was in over his head and, for one of the few times in his life, didn’t know what to do and the first person he would have turned to for advice had banned all communication.

He took a deep breath to refocus and leaned forward, resting his arms on his legs to look her in the eye, “I need you to forget what I said last night. I..I’m angry, feels like I..we..were ambushed by this situation. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you, I’m sincerely sorry.”

“I don’t understand, are you apologizing to me?”

“It’s what people do when they’ve done something wrong and what I did was unforgivable. I want to make it up to you if you’ll let me and hopefully we can make a go of this.”

She looked at him dubiously but nodded once.

***

Jensen finished the last dregs of his coffee while packing, having decided to head back to Austin tonight. Clif had texted him he was ready whenever they were.

Sitting down on the bed he listened to the running shower and reaching his phone picked it up to start recording a video message.

He apologized for his atrocious behavior the last two years, asking the fans not to take it out on the show, this was all on him. To his coworkers for having to cover for him, they should have never been put in that position and if he had better character they wouldn’t have had too.

He next apologized to his family for his inexcusable behavior last night, which should have stayed private within their clan, and fully accepted his banishment by the clan leader, his father, for however long he deemed fit.

He lastly apologized to his new wife, they were irrecoverably tied together and he’d do whatever she demanded from him to make up for the horrendous treatment he’d shown her and hoped she’d give him a chance to make a go of their marriage.

He uploaded the video to his few online accounts and turned the phone off, wearily running a hand over his face. Getting up to take one last look he found his jacket from the wedding hanging in the closet.

Folding it he hears a crinkling noise and reaches into the inner pocket finding the marriage certificate. Tossing the jacket on the bed he unrolls the certificate reading his wife’s name Iseult.

“It’s pronounced Ee-sult Alpha.”

Jensen's head jerked up in surprise, “Hey, um, we're heading out as soon as you're ready.”

“Oh, okay, I’ll need you to button my dress Alpha.” She said repacking his bath kit she'd borrowed.

Jensen furrowed his brow, “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable in something else, I mean, I’m telling you what to wear but it’s a three hour drive to my..our home.”

Iseult looked down playing with one of the pearlescent buttons, “When I married my hus..ex husband, our prenup stated that I only got what I had in my possession at the time. Apparently, he disposed of my things at some point,” she fanned out the shirt, “this dress, shoes and veil, your mother purchased them otherwise the media would have had a lot more to exploit at my..our expense Alpha.”

“Let me give you something of mine.”

“Anything of yours will swallow me, you're much more solid. There is a Walmart on..” she abruptly stopped at Jensen's raised eyebrow, “I’m sorry Alpha, I overstepped my place.” She bowed her head and hunched her shoulders, exuding the scent of fear as if she is expecting punishment from him.

What had happened to this woman to make her believe she should cower and gravel? Jensen manages to keep his anger in check, not wanting her to be more scared of him than she was, thinking who the hell is her ex-husband and what had he done to make her like this?

Jensen slowly walked behind her and gripping the fabric was once again dismayed at how prominent her shoulder blades were, his gut telling him her slenderness wasn't something natural.

As he fastened the buttons he spoke in the gentle voice he used when Jared's daughter Odette was upset, “If you can survive till tomorrow I’ll take you to get whatever you need.” She nodded once.

“Can I make one request Alpha?”

“You don’t have to request anything, just ask.”

“I have a prescription I need refilled, there’s a pharmacy on Wilmont, it’s on the way.”

He plucked the jacket off the bed and held it open, “Please, it's getting chilly.” She slid her arms into the sleeves and Jensen saw she was right about being swallowed. He put on his ball cap and headed out.

When they got off the elevators Jensen went deeper into the hotel. He stopped at an employees only entrance off the kitchen and knocked twice. A double knock answered and he pushed it open to reveal a waiting SUV. He introduced Clif and handed him the bag, taking it to the vehicle's rear and loaded it before getting back in.

The wind had started picking up ahead of the late autumn thunderstorm. Iseult grabbed her whipping hair in one hand and her skirt in the other as Jensen opened the back door.

“Iseult?”

“I was waiting for you Alpha, its proper etiquette.”

“I was raised it’s proper for a lady to enter first, please,” he held his hand out to her.

Iseult released her hair and hesitantly took his hand. Jensen felt a skittering sensation go up his spin as Iseult quivered, staring into his eyes as a whirling wind intermingled their scents, enthralling them.

Clif politely coughed, “We need to go before the bottom falls out.”

A tremendous thunderclap sent them scrambling into the car as the heavens let loose.

***

The trip to Austin was darker than usual, the weather slowing the drive back and with the incident at the pharmacy, Jensen still couldn’t believe it, refusing the prescription now that she was married to an Alpha, needing his verbal consent.

Clif interceded before he went off about the subjugation of Omegas in modern society, reminding him they were in predominantly conservative Texas, where this thinking was considered normal, not California.

Jensen glanced over to see Iseult staring out the window when his phone vibrated. Picking it up from the cup holder he saw a text from Josh.

>Jenny, know I’m not supposed to be in touch but call me!!! Need to know the shit going down here.<

Josh picked up on the first ring, “Man, all hell breaking loose. Your wife's ex didn't notify his clan that he was divorcing or remarrying her and they’ve filed an appeal with the Pack council to get her back.”

“We were married in the Traditional...”

“The fuck Jenny, did living in La La land make you forget everything? Your the second son of a clan leader, you know Pack law supersedes all federal, state and religious laws. They’ve dug up some obscure sub-clause that states a clan has first right to remarry an Omega within the clan and if they don’t whoever takes them must pay settlements.”

“What are settlements?”

“Has your brain fallen out of your ass? The bride price.”

“Josh, that's insane, it's 2020....”

“No shit Sherlock, but this is Texas. Fuck, dads back already. I’m gonna leave my phone on, keep your goddamn mouth shut or it's gonna be my ass too!”

Jensen can’t make out anything then his mother clearly says, “..they are asking what for her?”

“Ten million.”

“Your shitting me!”

“Joshua, language young man.”

“Five of it’s compensation for damages done to the Omega.”

“What damages? Jenny’s got a temper, what Alpha doesn’t, but he wouldn’t hurt anyone unless he was forced to.”

Alan cleared his throat in the manner Jensen had come to know that something’s making him uncomfortable. “It seems the Omega was..unsullied when she married her ex-husband.”

“Holy shit! You mean she’s never been with an Alpha before Jensen?”

“Joshua, I will not tolerate that language and we will absolutely not discuss your brothers new wife’s...virtue.”

Jensen hears the tinkling of glass, “Donna, did you know about any of this?”

“Well..no, of course not.” Her answer wasn’t very convincing.

“Donna, what are you not saying?” Alan’s Alpha voice resonated, he only used it when his mate was being evasive about something she’d done.

“When Danneel wasn’t willing to reproduce for Jensen I put out some feelers about finding him an Omega…”

“Jesus Fucking Christ! Even if it is acceptable for Jensen to have a second wife with Danneel being a Beta, he would never agree to it.”

“I’m not telling you again about your language. I might have, at one of my appointments, casually indicated to Brent that I wanted an Omega like his.”

Who the hell is this Brent?

“Wait, Brent Worthington?!”

Jensen dropped his phone. It smacked against his other hand turning on the speaker allowing everyone in the car to hear.

“Donna, have you any idea what you’ve done?”

“I never thought he'd actually offer her, they always seemed so happy together.”

“He took your casual indication as an actual offer for his wife. You do understand that while we have to deal with each other they are still our rivals.”

The Ackles and Worthingtons were two of the original founding clans of the Dallas Pack, and rivals for centuries. Iseult had been married to the only Beta son of Abraham, the Clans Alpha, like Alan.

Josh’s voice shook as he spoke, “Mom, if the council decides to return her do you have any idea what they’ll do if Jensen’s already mated and claimed her?”

There’s a ringing phone and Alan answered, his voice loud then faint, apparently pacing around the room.

In the SUV dim interior Jensen could see Iseult shaking, awaiting the decision.

“The council sided with the Worthington's stating the law…”

Jensen’s inner Alpha raged, loosening a wrawl causing Clif to jerk the wheel, swerving across the wet lanes, throwing Jensen against the seat in front of him, landing on the floorboard before the vehicle was under control and stopped on the shoulder. Twisting around he sees Clif opening the back door checking on Iseult while Alan’s voice filled the otherwise silent SUV.

“...but taking into consideration today’s social climate they came back with the final decision since she remarried another clan leader's son her status is unchanged, so if we send her back there’s no penalty for damages. If we choose to keep her, it’s five million due to the Omegas age.”

“What did you tell them dad?”

“I told them we were keeping her, I won’t be the cause of anymore upheaval in my son's life. However,” Alan’s voice turned hard, “the council has ordered additional financial penalties set against both clan leaders for the transgressions committed by their families.”

“How much?”

“I paid twenty-five million for a Deuxième Omega.”

tbc

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[suckmysupernatural]

Sunshine - Chapter 2

Series Masterlist

Word Count: 1642

Pairing: Sam x OC Sunny

Series Summary: The Winchesters meet a cheerful hunter named Sunny, who quickly captures Sam’s attention. Little do any of them know what lies in store when Sunny gets invited to join the brothers. Who can say how Sam, Dean, and Sunny will be some training days, a handful of hunts, romantic dates, a kidnapping, and one vengeful demon later.

Chapter Summary: The Winchesters show Sunny the bunker. 

Warnings: language

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Driving back to Lebanon went a lot faster than expected. Sam attributed it to the anticipation he felt at the thought of talking to Sunny again. Looking at her car in the rearview was nice, but not nearly good enough. Every once in awhile, he would catch Dean smirking at him and honestly didn’t blame him. Sam had a total crush on the woman. 

The two classic cars pulled into the bunker’s garage, one right next to the other. Sunny was already fascinated with the brother’s home base. The garage had about a dozen different cars, all in mint condition. 

She exited the car, pulling out her duffel bag from the back seat. Everything she owned fit inside of it, aside from the weapons that were expertly organized in the trunk. Sunny watched as the brothers grabbed their things and ushered her to the door that leads to the bunker’s interior. Sunny was surprised to see how spacious the place was and was excited to explore it. 

“Wow, it’s just the two of you here?” she asked, looking towards the men. It seemed like there could be room for over a dozen people. 

“Yeah, well, we like to take in strays, now and then. You’ll probably meet Cas at some point, so don’t be surprised if you find a man in a trench coat wandering around. He sometimes stays here as well,” Dean told her. 

“So is that me? One of your strays?” Sunny joked to the older brother.

“Nah. You’re our Yoda,” Dean smirked. The three of them made their way down the staircase and Dean split off from the two, giving his brother a wink before heading to his room. Sam bit back an insult to his brother, instead offering to carry Sunny’s duffel. 

“How ‘bout you pick out a room and then I can give you the rest of the tour?” Sam asked, to which Sunny responded with an enthusiastic nod. Sam motioned for her to follow, showing the way to his side of the bunker. Walking down the hallway, Sam stopped in front of a door.

“So, this one is mine right here,” Sam said, giving his bedroom door a small smack. “You can choose any empty room, they are all basically identical so whatever works for you.” 

“I’ll take this one,” Sunny said as she opened the door across the hall. She was met with a basic room, bare apart from the furniture. Sam couldn’t help but smile. He had been hoping that she would choose one close to his. The two walked into Sunny’s new room, Sam sitting on the bed as he watched the woman unpack.

It didn’t take her long as most of her belongings were clothes, but she had a few trinkets as well. Near the bottom of the bag were two photos, each in its own frame. She put them on the nightstand and couldn’t help but smile. She turned to Sam, pointing to one of the photos.

“That’s my sister and me. I was 6; she was 3. We went on a family vacation to Disneyland. It’s one of my happiest memories,” she motioned towards the other one, which showed a couple laughing as they held one another, “This one is from my parents’ wedding day.” 

“So, where are they now?” Sam asked.

“Gone. Have been for a long time now. It was a djinn. My whole family was at home, eating dinner one night when there was a knock at the door. My dad went to see who it was and when we didn’t hear anything for a few minutes, my mom followed. The djinn got to them both before walking into the house and getting my sister and me before we could even notice. It’s funny, my dream was just finishing dinner. 

A hunter who had caught wind of the djinn, ended up killing it right there in my living room. I was the only survivor. I was 22 and my whole family was dead. I had no extended family, no clue what I was going to do. So, I decided to start hunting. The one who saved me, Jason, he taught me the basics before I went off on my own. Last I heard, he had moved to Hawaii.” 

“Wow, I’m so sorry,” Sam empathized. He knew loss quite well by now. 

“At least I know that they got to live long, happy lives. Even if it was just in their heads,” she said. Her positivity was something Sam was glad to be around. Sure, he wasn’t entirely negative but the shit that he and Dean had gone through made them rough around the edges. Sunny, on the other hand, seemed to seep optimism from her pores. Sam found it refreshing.

Sunny continued to unpack her things, pulling out a few worn-down novels, a lavender candle, and toiletries. She liked to keep a candle with her. It was something to make motel rooms feel the slightest bit like home. 

Once the bag was empty, Sunny kicked it under the bed. Sam stood and started the tour. He showed her all the main places in the bunker: the bathroom, the kitchen, infirmary, dungeon, Dean-cave, and library. He also showed off the gun range and mat room where she would be trying to teach the brothers. Once he had shown her just about everything, they ended back up in the hallway that led to their rooms. 

“I am gonna go unpack my duffel, let you get settled. Dean and I will be in the library later; you’re more than welcome to join us.” Sam smiled at Sunny before leaving. Sunny simply nodded in response. She decided to take a shower, more than thrilled to be somewhere other than a motel. The water pressure in those places is horrendous. 

Walking into the bathroom, she locked the door behind her and scoped the layout. The shower was nicer than she was used to, stepping onto the cool tile and looking over the knobs. She quickly figured out which one was connected to the hot water and turned it up. Soon, the warm water washed over her, all the tension in her muscles quickly dissipating. Sunny took her time, enjoying a quality shower for the first time in what felt like forever. She didn’t want to use up all the hot water in case one of the brothers wanted a shower, so she sadly turned off the water and wrapped a fluffy towel around her. 

Her bare feet padded towards her room, finding it with relative ease. She decided to dress for comfort, pulling on a pair of grey sweatpants and a pink crop top. Using the towel, Sunny squeezed most of the water from her hair before heading out to meet the brothers in the library. 

Only making one wrong turn, it didn’t take long before she found the two brothers sitting at the center table. Sam and Dean turned at the sound of her entering the room, Sam trying his best not to show a reaction. He was once again baffled by her beauty. Even in sweatpants and wet hair, she was basically irresistible. 

“Hey, Sunny,” Dean greeted, motioning for her to sit at the table. She sat, giving the older brother her attention. “Whatcha want for dinner? I was thinking of getting take-out.” 

“I eat just about anything,” Sunny said, “I’m not picky.” 

“Mexican?” Dean offered. 

“Yeah, sure. A burrito sounds fantastic,” she agreed. Dean chuckled, taking Sam’s order before leaving to go grab dinner. 

Sunny couldn’t help but stand, fascinated by the number of books in the bunker’s library. Her hands skimmed the spines, her head tilted to read the titles. She was mesmerized by the amount of literature, her eyes sparkling as she cataloged the material. 

Sam couldn’t take his eyes off of her, appreciating her wonder. He almost couldn’t bear it. She was just perfect. Standing, he walked over to where she stood. She looked up, smiling when she met his eyes.

“Yes, Sam?” Sunny batted her eyes. It was apparent he wanted to say something. 

“I know this might be a little… forward, but I like you, Sunshine,” Sam reached down, taking her hand in his, “I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me?” He was nervous; it had been years since he had asked a girl on a date. He felt like a teenage boy all over again, his heart racing as he looked at the beautiful girl. Her smile grew even bigger, and he could swear her eyes were sparkling. 

“I like you too, Sam,” she said, “I would love to go on a date with you.” Sam grinned, a slight blush creeping onto his face. He nodded slightly, trying to contain his giddiness. With his free hand, he brushed her cheek before going back to his seat. He didn’t want to rush anything. Not with her. Sunny was exceptional, and he wanted to make sure that she knew it. 

Sunny turned back to the shelves, rocking slightly on the balls of her feet. She was excited to see where things went with Sam. They had been drawn to one another right away. It felt right to pursue something more than just friends.

The two stayed where they were, with Sam nursing a beer and Sunny looking at the titles of books until Dean returned with dinner. Immediately, the older brother could sense that something was different between the two. Glancing at Sam, he saw his younger brother give a small nod to confirm that something had indeed happened when he was gone. Dean was proud of Sam; it wasn’t every day that he was this bold around women. But even Dean knew that Sunny was different. 

That she was someone that had the capability to change Sam’s life.

Chapter 3 ->