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gubler-me-up · 4 years ago

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Missing in Action

Request: Can you write a fanfic where Hotch's daughter gets kidnapped and Hotch and his team have to find her?

A/N: Thanks for the request, anon! This is my first Hotch request and I usually don’t write for Hotch but everyone needs a lil challenge here and there right? I’ve decided to make this a two parter because I love suspense and since they asked for a fanfiction imma give them a fanfiction. Hey, it might even be three parts who knows? Hopefully y’all enjoy it, I’ve watched a lot of The FBI Files lately so I’m adding a ~sprinkle~ of that in here as well. I was very nervous while writing this but hopefully it’s decent 😬 p.s. I put y/n still so you can insert yourself as Hotch’s daughter if you’d like or create a name whatever floats your boat

Category: Angst

Content warning: Kidnapping, mention of violence, crime scene, blood

Word count: 2.5k

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Hotch packed up his briefcase for the day. He had promised his daughter he would pick her up from soccer practice. He had also promised her and Jack they would go out for dinner since they hadn’t done so in months. He had instructed Jack to meet his older sister at the soccer field after his school book club meeting was over.

He looked at the time on his watch and saw it was quarter to six. The two of them were probably already ridiculing him because of his tardiness. He checked his phone to see if she had texted him complaining yet. There was no notification which caused him to raise an eyebrow. Y/N was usually very vocal about her dad being late when he was the one always telling them about being punctual.

To his surprise his phone started to ring. For an instant, he thought it could have been Y/N calling him but the caller ID said Unknown Caller. He hesitantly answered it, anxious to know who would be on the other line. Before he could even greet the other person on the line, he heard Jack’s voice yelling in a panic.

“Jack, buddy, slow down. What do you mean your sister was taken?” Hotch asked.

The next few words Jack told him sounded unreal to him. His mind couldn’t process even the slightest possibility of Jack’s story to be true. Jack had seen a black car pull up at the corner of the sidewalk where his sister was standing waiting for him. He was just a block away when he saw a man jump out of the backseat and grab Y/N. He shoved her in the back and then the driver sped off.

“Jack, where are you right now? You’re at school? Okay, stay there for now. The police are at the scene right now? Okay, okay, I’ll be there soon. Bye.”

He hung up the phone and for once didn’t know where to begin. His mind was racing in overtime trying to think of who it possibly could be, if Y/N was okay and how long he had to find her. He ran out of his office to go towards the bullpen. He watched as everyone stared at him in confusion as he tried to form the right words to tell them.

Everyone had already packed up for the day and were almost on their way out by the time Hotch came to them. The look on his face was one they hadn’t seen since Haley’s death. They anticipated the worst to words to leave Hotch’s mouth.

“Y/N was kidnapped. We have to act now.”

Every single team member’s face filled with dread as they realized how little time they had to find Y/N safe. With no other words exchanged between anyone they made their way to the briefing room. Hotch let everyone walk in front of him as he still tried his best to comprehend the whole situation.

He felt someone gently touch his shoulder. He turned around to see Rossi looking at him with his famous look of determination. It was visible to him Hotch was in a place of discouragement that he had to break out of if he wanted to get his daughter.

“We’ll find her, Aaron,” Rossi said.

“We realistically only have two and a half hours before the possibility of finding her alive becomes slim. We have to make a move on these sons of bitches now,” Hotch said.

Rossi nodded. “Let’s do it.”

They made their way into the briefing room as soon as Garcia pulled up phone records from Y/N phone. Hotch sat down as he analyzed the screen in silence, checking every phone number to see if there was one out of place. His eyebrow raised as he saw a number he didn’t recognize and it only showed up once in her call log. She had ignored the call and according to the time the call was made she was taken about five minutes after.

“Garcia, can you check if the last number on her call log is anywhere else in her call or text history?” Hotch asked.

“Of course, sir,” she said before searching for the number.

She pulled up a text message sent to Y/N. It was an attachment. It was sent recently which confused everyone considering they already had her in their grips. Garcia went ahead and opened the attachment to reveal the picture. It was a letter addressed to Hotch.

Aaron Hotchner,

Expect a call from us around 7 p.m. You have my word your daughter will be safe until then. It’s up to you to agree or disagree with our demands which will ultimately determine her fate.

“Garcia, can you trace the number?” Hotch asked.

“It’s a burner number from an app. It’s out of service now, but I will trace Y/N’s location on her phone,” she said.

“We have about half an hour to go over possible suspects who could be responsible for this,” Morgan said.

“It seems personal, so it’s more than likely that Hotch and the perpetrator have come into contact. It seems especially personal since they want to call Hotch to tell him what they want from him instead of detailing it in the ransom letter,” Reid said.

“It seems whoever wrote the letter is the leader since he says ‘we’ and ‘our’ but only says ‘my’ when referring to keeping his word of keeping Y/N safe,” JJ said.

“Jack said there were two men who had abducted her but it’s less than likely the leader of the group would be one of the two doing the kidnapping. For now, we know there are three suspects but there could be more. Morgan, Prentiss and Reid will go to the kidnapping scene while the rest of us wait here for the call to come. Please bring Jack here when you’re done at the scene. He’s at school waiting to be picked up,” Hotch ordered.

Morgan, Reid and Prentiss nodded as they got up from their seats. They left the room in urgency as the time was slowly ticking away on Y/N. Hotch didn’t take his eyes off the screen as Garcia did her best to search for the phone. JJ and Rossi looked at him as they tried to remain calm for him. They knew as soon as Hotch found out he had his daughter it would send him over the edge. They wanted to avoid a possible repeat of the Foyet situation.

A map popped up on the screen with a red dot pinging on the location of Y/N’s phone. It was pinging in a lake not too far from the area Y/N. was last seen. Garcia touched her throat as she felt it run dry as she thought of the worst. She looked over to Hotch who was already looking in her direction. He looked calm and collected enough for the whole room.

“Don’t worry, Garcia. She’s still alive, they just dumped her phone, so we can’t trace them. Don’t give in to their fear tactics,” Hotch said.

Garcia took a jagged breath. “Of course, sir.”

“JJ, call Prentiss to inform them to go by the lake just off highway 66. Let’s pull up the street footage to see if the camera’s caught the getaway car.”

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“Agents.”

Morgan, Reid and Prentiss looked over at where the voice had come from. They saw detective Broderick of the Arlington police department walking towards them. Morgan and Prentiss held their hands out to greet him with a handshake while Reid waved. He walked them over to the area where Y/N was taken from.

The area was riddled with pylons to identify every piece of evidence. They saw there was a trail of shattered glass on the road. Morgan went over to look at the pieces. He took out a pair of latex gloves from his pocket to put on. He picked up a shard to examine it.

“We sent samples of the glass to the FBI forensics lab in D.C., so hopefully we can determine the make of the car that way,” detective Broderick said.

“Our tech analyst is looking through street camera footage to see if the car was caught driving through this area. Y/N must have kicked out the backseat window, so someone could see her. Dangerous move, but helpful,” Morgan said.

“We should also get some of your officers down to the lake off highway 66. Y/N’s phone’s there but there could be other evidence there as well,” Prentiss instructed.

“You got it. You think they’re going towards the D.C. area? Should I send units out that way?” He asked.

“Not exactly. They could have just dumped her phone there and other items to throw us off. They’re most likely still in state because they still have to call Hotch. Whatever exchange that needs to take place has to take place nearby,” Reid said.

“Makes sense. I’ll send some cops down to that area for you.”

As detective Broderick radioed in for police officers to the location of where Y/N’s phone was, Reid noticed something on a piece of glass. He took out his latex gloves to put on before crouching next to the shard. He picked it up and saw what appeared to be blood. Then he noticed another shard with more of the red substance on it.

He called over an officer to give him an evidence collection bag. The officer handed over a bag to him. Spencer put both shards into the bag. As he tried to look for any more shards on the ground that could potentially be evidence, he saw Prentiss walk into his sight. She crouched down close to him but she looked at a completely different area of glass shards.

“I think that might be a partial print,” she said.

“Where?” Reid asked.

She pointed at a shard in front of her. She carefully picked it up to show Reid in the reflection of the dim sunlight a possible partial print. Reid nodded his head in agreement to the fact that it could be a partial print.

“Let’s get this to the lab along with the other shards in this specific area. Maybe we can find another shard with the rest of the fingerprint or even a palm print somewhere.”

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Hotch, JJ, Rossi and Garcia waited around the round table for the call to come through. They were informed of the evidence being processed at the FBI forensics lab in D.C. for clear identification. They had also been informed that the area where Y/N’s phone was found also had her soccer bag tossed into the river as well. They were still actively combing the area for any further evidence.

Garcia managed to identify the car as a black 2002 Mercedes Benz C Class sedan. The license plates weren’t visible on camera due to the angles they were taken. She didn’t have any success finding that type of car registered to anyone in the Arlington area who had been near the abduction site.

All the information Hotch was receiving was sticking in his mind and he continuously thought of who could be behind his daughter’s kidnapping. He would have honestly rather they have shot him and spare her of any trauma. He swore he would never let anyone harm his family again and it seemed as if no matter what he did nothing protected his family from the demons of his job.

The clock struck 7 p.m. and his eyes darted to his phone on the table. Everyone else’s eyes also followed his gaze. They were anxiously waiting for the call too. They wanted to find Y/N in one piece just as much Hotch did but they couldn’t even fathom the agony he was in being helpless in this situation. His daughter’s fate laid in one phone call.

JJ jerked in her seat as she felt her phone vibrate. Her anxiety towards the situation was heavy for her that it almost felt as if she was in his seat. Her heart still pounded as she looked at her phone even though she knew it was probably only a text from Prentiss updating her about the situation. Which she was correct about but her heart still pounded and her hands still shook from the sudden vibration of her phone.

“They found a tire track, so they’re going to run that by the lab as well,” she said.

Hotch’s phone rang. The sound of everybody in the room taking a deep breath was the only sound next to Garcia typing away as she got ready to track the call. Hotch calmly picked up the phone even as the burning rage inside of him tried its best to come out. He had to resist any hostility during the call at all cost.

“Hotchner,” Hotch said.

“Aaron Hotchner. Glad you picked up,” the distorted voice said.

“What do you want for the safe return of my daughter?” He asked.

“Is this the same guy who doesn’t make deal with people like me? Isn’t that what you said when George Foyet wanted to cut a deal with you? Why the sudden change in song?” The voice asked.

“And look how that turned out,” he said.

“I wouldn’t harm your daughter but if you try to find me as I know your team already is I’ll have no choice to.”

“Tell me what you want and we’ll stop hunting you.”

“Do you promise?”

“Yes.”

“I need $500,000 dropped off at 3600 17th street north by 9 p.m. and your daughter will be returned safely to you. She will be in the forest nearby waiting for you. If you deviate from this plan I will not hesitate to inform my partner to shoot her. Are we clear, Aaron?”

“Yes.”

“Do you not want to hear your daughter? It’s chilling knowing you don’t want to know for sure if she’s alive or not.”

“I know she’s alive. You can’t fool me with your fake confidence. You and I know you’re going to keep me playing this count and mouse game until 9 p.m. when you realize you messed with the wrong person.”

“Charming, Aaron. We’ll chat later.”

They hung up without another word exchanged. Hotch looked over at Garcia but she slowly shook her head in defeat with tears gradually forming in her eyes. She wasn’t able to ping a signal to the call.

“I think they’re blocking the signal because I can’t find a tower they’re boun-”

“That’s okay. I have a feeling I know who it is,” Hotch said.

Everyone raised a curious eyebrow to what Hotch had revealed. Though the conversation was short and mainly to the point, Hotch had listened out for a few key aspects. The most telling aspect he noticed made him confident in knowing who it was.

“You know them?” JJ asked.

“Yes. I know from the way they said, “charming, Aaron,” Hotch explained.

“Okay, so who’s the guy?” Rossi asked.

“It’s not a guy. It’s a woman.”

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elocinnicole · 4 years ago

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Butterflies – Part Three

Pairing: Collin Hoskins x Black!Reader

Rating: M for Language and Death

Tagging: @ohsoverykeri

Part One Part Two Part Three

You spent most of the day in your room not wanting to be around Collin. This isn’t the first time you and Collin got into a fight. The last time you could recall, was when he first went to jail and he was complaining about his mom not coming to see him.

A Year Ago

You played with your fingers waiting to see Collin, he’s been locked up for almost a month and the people who came to see him regularly were Miles and yourself. Of course, Val didn’t come but the past couple of times you came to see Collin you would ask his Mom to come along. At first, she would agree but then when it came to the day of she would cancel.

“You got one hour.” You heard the gruff voice of the CO. Collin was escorted to your table, you offered him a small smile which he returned, having been his friend for almost twenty years you knew something was troubling him.

“How you been, Y/N?” Collin pulled you in for a hug, you smiled into the embrace, Even though you saw him last week, it was hard visiting your friend in prison.

“I’ve been good, Collin.”

“That’s enough!” A booming voice barked, Collin rolled eyes and the two of you pulled away. Collin saw the bags of chips on the table and his eyes lit up

“You got some for little old me?” He teased

“Shut up, I only did it because your Mom asked me to.”

“You talked to my Mom?” He asked, you looked at him with sad eyes. The last time you came to visit him, Ms. Nancy had told Collin that she would come to visit with you

“Yeah, uh I know she said she was gonna come with me today, but she wasn’t feeling good this morning…” Collin slowly nodded his head

“Collin—”

“Y/N, I don’t know how she can’t come and see me. I’m her son, Y/N! I’ve been in here for a month and she still hasn’t come to see me. Don’t she miss me?” Collin asked his voice growing loud

“Of course she does, she said she misses you all the time.

“Oh yeah?”

“She said it’s too hard for her.”

“It’s too hard for her?!”

“Hey! Keep it down Hoskins!”

“How do you think I feel? I’m the one that’s locked up!” Collin asked in a loud whisper

“Yeah, over some dumb shit.”

“Oh really? So you been talkin’ to Val?”

“Collin, don’t go there!” You were hoping that this would be a good visit but as time went on you were getting increasingly irritated with your friend.

“How do you think I feel when my Mom won’t come to see me?”

“How do you think she feels? Who do you think called her when you got your ass arrested? Did you know she put a second mortgage on the house to try and bail you out? When I told her that you got arrested the first thing she asked me was did they shoot you? Collin every time I see her or call her on the phone, she cries, the entire time, for you. So, before you get mad think about why she may not want to see her son in handcuffs.”

“Alright, visiting time’s over.” Collin’s CO said and before you knew it they were escorting Collin away from you…again.

You were finishing up a wig for a client when your phone ringed and you saw a text message from Trevon,

You went back to your wig when another text came through, this time from Janelle

The sound of your door creaking open made you look up, you saw Collin slowly entering your room holding a plate of nachos. You tried hard not to smile, nachos were your favorite food to eat. You and Colin would eat them all the time when you were in high school. “Figured you were hungry,” Collin said sitting on the edge of your bed.

“I am, thanks.” You said grabbing the plate of nachos and placing them on your nightstand and joining Collin on your bed. As much as you wanted to discuss your argument from earlier there was an even bigger elephant in the room.

“We need to talk, Collin,” You started

“I’m sorry for not asking about Val, that shit’s foul and it’s your place—”

“I don’t wanna talk about that.” Collin frowned in confusion

“We got gotta talk about the other night, because you can’t be getting mad at me when I go out on a date but I have to ‘understand’ your booty calls with Val.”

“They not booty calls,”

“Oh so what are they?”

“I’m trying to work things out with Val trying to see if we have something,” you rolled your eyes and sighed heavily

“Why do you act like you owe her something?”

“Because I do!”

“Collin, when was the last time you heard from Val other than her wanting some dick?” Collin turned his face away

“Exactly!”

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“You bringing all types of niggas in here!”

“First of all, no the fuck I don’t, two, it’s my house. If I wanna bring a nigga all up and through my house I can do that. Besides, it’s not niggas, I’m actually talking to someone and he’s been here once, try again.”

“I’m doing the same thing!”

“No, you’re not, you getting your dick wet just because some bitch says ‘jump’.”

“Don’t be like that Y/N, we didn’t really end things. I just want to see if there’s anything still there.”

“How many times, does Val have to tell you she don’t wanna be with you? Did she come visit you, put money on your books, did she even call your ass?”

“You don’t gotta give me a history lesson, I know all that shit,”

“Did you know she was gonna let your ass rot in that jail cell? She didn’t even want to attempt bail you out.”

“Y/N—”

“Collin, she’s not good for you. I just don’t want to see you hurt again.”

“What makes you think she not good for me?” You were done talking in circles with Collin, at this point, all you wanted to do was be alone.

“You know what Collin, Imma drop it because you gonna do whatever the fuck—-”

“Nah, air out, tell me why you think Val’s not good for me,”

“I’m not about to do this with you, Collin.”

“Y/N, as my friend, shit, one of my best friends, you gotta air out,”

“Janelle sent me a text—” Your phone ringing interrupted you, you almost ignored it but you saw that it was your Mom calling.

“We’re not done with this conversation,” You said before answering your phone.

“Hey, Mom—wait, wait, slow down. What’s going on?” Collin saw your face drop and instantly grew worried

“Okay, okay I’m on my way.” You ended the call, still trying to process the conversation you just had.

“What’s going on?”

“Um, I gotta get to the hospital, my dad just had a heart attack.”

You stared out the window while Collin drove the two of you to your parents house. By the time you got the hospital your mom told you that your dad was gone. Various memories of you and your Dad flashed through your mind. From learning how to ride a bike to when you graduated from cosmetology school and how your Dad treated it like it was a college graduation. That was your Dad though, he went above and beyond for every event for you and you brother no matter how small it was. Being the oldest, you were always a Daddy’s girl. Life without your Dad never really ran across your mind, of course you knew that he wouldn’t be here forever but you didn’t think that time would be now.

You laid on the twin size bed in your old teenage room, staring at the ceiling your eyes focused on the Nelly poster. If you looked at anything else in your room you would’ve broke. You’ve been doing a great job, so far, at managing your emotions, you didn’t have time to fall apart. You have to be there for your Mom, your brother, and your nephews. The bed sunk letting you know that Collin had got in the bed with you. You insisted that he sleep in your brother’s room. Even though it was still the same size bed in his room as well, you know that he would have more space rather than sharing with you. Collin could sense you were barely hanging on, he turned his body toward you, waiting for you to look at him.

“Y/N,” You ignored him, “Y/N, look at me.”

“Collin, I’m fine. We have to get some rest, we gotta get my brother and his kids from the airport early tomorrow.”

“Y/N, can you look at me? Please,”

“Collin, I’m fine. Goodnight.” You turned off the lamp and rolled to your side, hoping Collin would drop it.

The next day Collin, tried to get you to slow down but if you sensed he was trying to talk to you about your Dad you would change the subject or busy yourself with something else. Your mom made a Instagram post so you were getting calls and text messages all day, it was becoming over whelming. Luckily for you, Collin had to work that evening so you didn’t have to deal with him following your every move making sure you were okay. Your brother, Cameron, and you were now attempting to draft your Dad’s obituary.

“I don’t know why we can’t put that in there.” Cameron mumbled under his breath.

“Because, it’s not important! He only spent one semester there,”

“And? That’s where he met Mom!”

“Cam, we only have one page for this obituary, it’s not an autobiography. We can say when they met and got married, period!”

“So you just gonna cut out an important part of Dad’s life?”

“Cam, I’m not—you know what, I can’t do this. Ever since I picked you up from the airport, you’ve been fighting me with every decision. I’m going back to my place,” You huffed quickly getting your bags together.

“So you just gonna leave?”

“Yes, the hell I am.” You left your childhood home, slamming the door shut, once you were halfway down the block you realized that, you didn’t have your car. You let Collin drive it to work. The walk to your place wasn’t long but it was late, your pride hindered you from walking back to your Mom’s and facing your brother again,

“Damnit,” You pulled out your phone and called the first person you could think of. “Hey, can you give me a ride?”

“Thanks, Miles, for picking me up. I know you and Ash are busy with Shauna—”

“You fam, it’s no problem and I’m sorry about your Dad, he was like the only guy I looked up to.”

“Thanks, Miles. You remember that time he caught you skipping school?” Miles chuckled at the memory

“Yeah, I ain’t know he was following me and shit. He hopped out the car like he the muh fuckin police. Then he had my ass running back home while he drove behind me.” You laughed while Miles reminisced until he got a text from Ashely.

“Miles, go home before Ashley beats your ass.”

“Well, shit I’m waitin’ on your ass to get out my car.” You jokingly shoved your friend before getting out

“Bye, Miles!”

“Ay, when you gonna come braid my hair like Ash’s?”

“Bye, Miles!” You shook your head as Miles sped off. Once you got inside you realized that you hadn’t eaten all day. You honestly didn’t feel like cooking so decided to order something from UberEats. Nothing looked appetizing to you so you decided against it. Sitting on your sofa, glass of wine in hand, you finally had time to yourself, no one asking how you were feeling, no one calling to offer condolences, family members and friends you haven’t heard from in years were reaching out, it was too much. Finally having a moment to yourself, you felt the tears coming

“Y/N?” Collin called out, you quickly wiped your tears, not wanting him to see you cry.

“In the living room.” You called out, Collin walked with takeout boxes in hand.

“Figured you’d be hungry,” you gave him a small smile in return.

“Thanks, Collin, but I’m not hungry.”

“You need to eat something—“

“I told you I’m fine, I’ve been telling everyone I’m fine all day! Damn!” You snapped

“Aight, I was just checking on you!”

“I don’t neeed anyone to check on me, I only want one person to check on me and he’s not here!” For the first time today, you finally cried. Collin sat eside you and pulled you close to him

“No amount of food, texts, or phone calls can bring him back.” You cried into Collin’s chest as he held you. You pulled away and Collin cradled your face in his hands, you leaned into the embrace. He gently grabbed your chin and before you knew it, you were kissing Collin. You were the first to pull away and Collin frowned

“What about you and Val—”

“Fuck Val,” Collin said pulling you in for another kiss.

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oasislake76 · 4 years ago

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Thinking about my Adam’s Family!au is how all of Dreams older cousins would randomly pop up in the world just to check on him or because their bored... or their hiding from their parents because all the adults are “technically blacklisted” because Lucinda’s beef with Puffy and Jschlatt that she refuses to tell anyone. This is also me introducing y’all to some up and coming characters.

Like Levin popping up and immediately spamming everyone’s communicators because he doesn’t fuck with that you whisper to- shit. Everyone being so confused because the title ImTheBetterSibling pops up followed by them calling Dream names repeatedly with smily faces. And people that are in the area near Dream just hear “YOU FUCKING BITCH-“ before a green blurb darts by. Levin is a little shit and is much like an older Tommy. Darting in and out of Dreams way and acting like that annoying bigger sibling that doesn’t quite know how to interact with their younger sibling. They are a good three years apart from each other.

Malachi, with the name of NoIAm, pops up not even a day later. Huffy and clinging onto the back Dreams hoodie like a angry toddler. Pissed that his younger brother was the first cousin on the server instead of the oldest. It’s only the right thing after all. He follows after Dream like a baby duck and helps with what ever Dream needs to do around the server. He’s still has his ghost powers in this AU so if I decide if he shows up when Ghostbur is a thing then both of them can talk and float around. As long as Dream stays in Malachi’s eyesight at all times.

Other’s show up to like Stampy’s litters, usually the older ones since the last few are still pretty young. And all the other Cousins between Sky, Aphmau, and Seto’s side of the family.

Ace is the first born of the first litter of Stampy’s, I don’t have a mom oc just yet or I might just make him adopt every lost kitten he see’s, is very spastic. She reminds Dream a lot of Sapnap because she likes to set fire to everything as well and has a hatred against the normal Minecraft cats. He really wants the two of them to meet but his own survival instincts tell him no. So that means he’s tugging her out of eyesight every time Sapnap is near.

Zane and Kawaii-Chan’s oldest son, Mufa, is much like Sam actually! A creeper hybrid though he leans more onto the human side of his biological then Sam does. Much laid back he also follows Dream around. Standing off to his side and acting like a giant shadow. Tugging at Dreams sleeve and pointing to a person off in the distance or to a structure and listening as Dream rattles off the history or what the person is like. He’s to shy to really speak but Mufa only really forced himself to come because.... well... Dream is his favorite cousin and he misses him.

It’s weird because they come into the server so randomly. Like no one can predict it when one of Dreams cousins will pop in and it’s usually a sight to see the Admin drop everything spastically before darting off to where the main portal is that new members enter from in the Holy Land.

Dream acts so different as well when their around. Much happier and like a little kid sometimes. His ADHD comes out more and it’s common to see the Admin dance, jump, and flap his hands while rattling on and on about the SMP.

Weirdly they all seem to know where Niki’s bakery and Puffy’s house is. Steering Dream away from those directions or down right sprinting away when they catch sight of the building and or Puffy. It’s not like they don’t like her, they know of her, but Auntie Lucinda is scary when even a whiff of a though about Puffy or Jschlatt is even mentioned in the vicinity of her. They choose life. Okay?

Dream is oblivious to it. Immediately thinking their walk to L’manberg has turned into a impromptu race through the nearby lands. His giggles and shouts loud and very easy to hear. It’s like the world settles when Dream is out having fun.

Of course the other members stumble upon them and it’s very weird to the majority of the sbi that they all know who Phil is. Greeting him weirdly with a nod, a raised eyebrow, and tight lips before it melts away once Phil greets them back the same. Dream doesn’t know what their doing either but doesn’t really question them since Phil is immortal and their also older then him. Especially Malachi. There’s something weird between the two and Dream doesn’t like how Malachi acts around Phil all that much.

They don’t stop when Dream gets put into prison. like Dream doesn’t even last a week in there until Malachi and Levin are bursting through the gateway portal to the hub looking beyond murderous. Asking literally any nearby player how Dream is and why he hasn’t texted their spammed messages back all week. They find out he’s in prison and in broad fucking daylight break him out and leave the server.

#adam family!au #dreamwastaken #levin #malachi #tommyinnit #philza minecraft #sapnap #dreamsmp #stampylonghead #well more his oc kids then anything

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unityghost · 4 years ago

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Masquerade

Oh look, I wrote part 29 of Post-Asmodeus Sabriel Feels.

Based on the following prompt from Archive of Our Own user PersonFace:

Gabe hides his true thoughts and pretends to make progress, and, to his surprise, he's good at it. Not, they let it go, not, they're not noticing, he's really good at hiding away, and putting on a face. Even Sam is fooled. Gabe is conflicted on how to feel about that.

I'll confess that some of this doesn't follow the prompt to the letter, but I did my very best. And of course I am sorry for how overdue it is.

“No,” said Sam.

“Yes,” said Gabriel.

Sam pinched the bridge of his nose. “I told you, you’re not coming to fight.”

“I heard what you said, which is why I lied and agreed I’d lay low. Thing is, I don’t want to see you flop because you lacked the knowledge to keep from getting slaughtered.”

Sam’s face softened. “You gave us all the information you could.”

He and Gabriel stood alone in a motel room near the Uinta mountain ranges in Utah. It had been a long while since Gabriel had spent a significant amount of time out west, and indeed, they planned on being here for no longer than a few days. Dean had already left to start the car, and Sam was blocking the doorway so that Gabriel couldn’t accompany them.

Gabriel knew that Sam had a point: since healing an injury on Sam’s hand two weeks previously, after a witch and her miniscule but bloodthirsty familiar had attacked him, Gabriel had been exhausted.

Even so:

“You really don’t know much about these sons of bitches,” Gabriel reminded Sam, trying not to sound like he was pleading. “And I’ve seen them before; I would be able to take one on.”

But Sam held firm. “You’ve already done plenty to help us along, all right? You taught us more about the satori than Wikipedia and all the Japanese folklore books combined. We don’t need you to fight; we just needed that guidance. Okay? You really aren’t ready for this. And I’m not saying that to try and make you feel bad. When you’re stronger, I won’t make you stay put. Promise.”

“In other words, I’d slow you guys down.” Before Sam could protest, Gabriel added, “Fine. You’re hardly off the mark, so fine. I’ll entertain myself while you go hunt down your furry lunatic. Remember, get a good swing in, and if it doesn’t know what’s coming then you’ve got yourself an extra three seconds or so to avoid being eaten.”

Sam nodded, pretending Gabriel hadn’t told him this already. “Sure thing.”

“Did you meditate? Clear that noggin of yours? The satori feed on thoughts. Especially complex, contemplative thought.”

“Dean and I both meditated.”

“Like I said: complex and contemplative. I’m not as worried about Dean.”

Sam glanced down at his watch. “Gabriel, I’ve got to go. But while we’re gone, put your feet up. Let yourself relax for a while. I promise we’ll be okay.”

“Did I say you wouldn’t be?”

Sam smiled, and just missed the raised middle finger cast behind him on his way out the door.

Gabriel waited for the engine to fade before he checked his pocket to ensure the room key was there.

Yes, he was worn out; yes, he was low on grace; and yes - he had enough sense to understand that Sam had been generous in allowing Gabriel to come at all when he was sure to slow the others down. Nevertheless, it was true that Gabriel knew these creatures better than Sam did: he’d dealt with them more than once when they had free reign over the Central Pangean Mountains, long before humankind could take advantage of any opportunity to mess with them.

Gabriel was familiar with what scant literature was accessible to the public these days; and no matter how many times he insisted that not only were these monsters more cunning than the Winchesters’ average prey, but quicker and more ferocious, neither of them took the warnings seriously.

“I’m not questioning whether you can take them on,” Gabriel had told them. “I’m just trying to get you to believe me when I tell you that you gotta prepare for more than you’ve been able to read up on.”

“So tell us more,” Dean prodded, watching him in the rearview mirror.

“I told you all I know! It’s not like I’ve ever sat down to have lunch with one. But I’ve seen what they can do to humans, and …” Gabriel paused, remembering. “A couple of times I was able to chase them off.”

Dean raised his eyebrows. “And the other times?”

Gabriel waved a dismissive hand. “Doesn’t matter.” He didn’t want to admit that the “other times” had seen him standing out of sight, watching the carnage and unwilling to get involved. “I just hope you had good reflexes in Little League.”

“We’ve got everything we need,” Sam assured him from the passenger seat. “Plenty of options in the trunk.”

“I’m not worried about what weapon you use. What matters is how fast you can swing it. The goal is to take the sucker off guard, not to destroy it.”

“Then what’s the point of this trip anyway?” Dean demanded.

“See, Sam? Your brother gets what I’m trying to say.”

“As long as we can chase it off,” Sam reminded them both. “Look, Gabriel - I hear you. We don’t know how to kill it. So we’re going to immobilize it.”

“Right.” Gabriel sat back and closed his eyes. He could feel a headache coming on. “With your fancy-pants spellwork.”

“Rowena told us - ”

“Rowena knows how to chase them into isolated sprawls of water. They can’t swim, and that’s all well and good, but what happens after that? Did she do a follow-up study? For all we know, this could be the same one she took down all those years ago. You want me to page the coral reefs, see if they found a mangy corpse over yonder?”

Sam sighed. “You’re just gonna have to trust us. We’re doing the best we can.”

“I know. That’s why I insisted on tagging along.”

Outside of the motel, Gabriel halted, breathing in the mountain air. Not for the first time, he was discombobulated at the subtleties his near-graceless body picked up in a way it never would have before: the way this oxygen was thinner than that of Kansas, the chilly tickle of fall as background noise in the latter half of summer. These minute changes affected him in strange ways, altering his heartbeat and sometimes making him feel as though he was surrounded by unfamiliar presences.

He began walking. It had been a long time since he’d set foot in the Uinta Mountain ranges. Memories flickered at the back of his mind - memories that might have taken place prehistorically or may have happened a mere few centuries before. It was hard to tell sometimes which memories fell where, considering that his time with Asmodeus was a history in itself that felt both very old and very fresh.

That’s how it works when there’s no end in sight, he thought, making his way down the road toward the mountains themselves, where he knew the monster would be lurking.

It was an hour before he got a text message from Sam. Nothing yet. Probably gonna be a few hours.

“Cool,” Gabriel said to the mountain air. “Because this won’t take me long at all. Good thing one of us knows what we’re doing.”

He couldn’t recall the last time he’d been on rolling, open grass like this. Lebanon was beige; the mountain ranges were a pure, warm green.

He wished he could move positions the way he used to. It was conceivable that he might manage some distance should he attempt to fly, but there was no point in wasting his energy on that, especially since he wasn’t sure whether he had the grace he needed to take this creature down. He couldn’t remember having ever seen one killed another way; all that could be done, it seemed - at least for humankind - was to frighten the satori off with whatever object an unwitting traveler could swat at it.

What Gabriel had wanted to say to Sam, and hadn’t, was: “If it’s a choice between you getting clawed to death and turned into a meal and me taking myself out with a last gasp for grace, why are we even debating?”

How’s it going? Gabriel texted, and Sam wrote: I’ll let you know when we get rid of it.

That terse reply, indicative of irritation (although Gabriel, sensitive as he was these days, knew he wasn’t a good assessor of others’ emotions), was nothing compared to what he would face when Sam found out he’d tried to tackle the satori on his own. The real upside to Gabriel not making it through this in one piece was that he wouldn’t have to deal with punishment.

Sam’s not going to punish you, something inside of him retorted, but he focused on taking one step after another. He was tired, but he could feel that his grace was present. Maybe healing Sam’s hand had stimulated it.

Doesn’t matter. Just gotta get this done.

When he felt the satori, his neck prickled and his heartbeat sped up. It seemed that his ability to sense unwelcome supernatural presences had either never left or been reignited at some point in the recovery from his time in Hell.

Or perhaps he was attuned to predators lying in wait.

“Come on,” Gabriel called. “Eat me.”

All birdsong ceased as Gabriel turned around.

The creature stared at him and smiled.

“You’re gross,” Gabriel told it. “You look like if the offspring of Mr. Potato Head and an orangutan got its finger caught in an electric socket.”

The goblin-esque animal-thing only grinned wider. Its eye sockets were still and hollow in a furry face.

When it spoke, its voice was high and tight as if it had inhaled from a balloon, and the words came rapidly:

“The blackness thickens,” it said. “No one will be here for long; it’s all pretend. Not one of them wants you; not one of them cares. It’s a good thing you came along to destroy the enemy: make yourself useful and perhaps they’ll let you stay. Ask nicely and they’ll allow you to keep stealing from them.”

Gabriel’s skin crawled. “What are you doing, you mangy freak?”

“It has not been able to read your mind before,” the beast replied. Gabriel, who could only assume that “it” meant the satori itself, could no longer tell whether it was actually looking at him or whether those grotesque holes were sightless. The horrid animal looked dead. “You used to be an angel. When you were more than this, it couldn’t get into your head. But look: is this not proof of what you have become?”

“I’m here to - ”

“And yet if you use what little grace swims in your near-human flesh, what use will you be? Perhaps it is time; the hour has come to show that you’re a failure, and they’ll have the excuse they so sorely need to throw you away. It can eat you, too; if you are human, and it can read you, then it can swallow you as well.”

Gabriel stepped backward.

Chill out, he told himself. The son of a bitch is screwing with you.

“The son of a bitch is not screwing with you,” the creature said. “Your memories - I smell them on your breath.” The satori cackled - harsh, like retching. “You fear that he is still inside of you. Who would have thought that you, once so esteemed and powerful, might buckle? Paralysis maintains its grip upon the creature you once were.”

Paralysis indeed, Gabriel thought as he found himself struggling to respond with either speech or movement.

The creature gave its choking laugh again. “You see? You are frozen. It knows. It knows better than anyone.”

“Wrong.” Gabriel steeled himself for either overwhelming exhaustion or worse. He felt a pang of annoyance that he couldn’t do this the way he used to. “No one knows better than yours truly.”

The flash of grace hit the creature hard, and Gabriel felt some of it ricochet back to him. It hurt, but wasn’t enough to knock him over. That came only after he saw the satori crumple to the ground, its eye sockets just as lifeless as they had been a few seconds before.

Gabriel found his face pressed into the dirt. Every muscle ached in a peculiarly human manner.

He experimented with standing up and found that, although it was a sluggish process, it wasn’t impossible. He was dizzy but he could walk.

He took breaks here and there to lean against a tree and catch his breath. The birds had started singing again.

During one of these brief siestas, he sent a message to Sam:

I know you’ll hate me and I don’t blame you but I squashed the big furry toad thing.

A few moments later, Sam replied: Where are you???

Almost to the motel.

What were you thinking???

Gabriel didn’t reply. Sam sent another message only a few seconds after that: We can find you if you stay put. Don’t move.

I’m almost back; calm down.

He could picture Sam closing his eyes and inhaling, trying not to show that he was frustrated.

Are you sure? Sam asked.

Yes. Chill. I’ll meet you there.

He didn’t check the messages after that.

Gabriel arrived first. The motel room smelled like coarse carpeting and the salami sandwiches Dean had eaten in Gabriel and Sam’s room several hours before.

Gabriel groaned and lay down on one of the two beds. He wished he could fall asleep then and there, but he knew he was about to be in trouble.

“You didn’t even take a weapon?” Dean cried when the brothers returned. “You were just banking on being able to lasso him with possibly nonexistent angel milk?”

Sam strode over to the bed. “Did you really - ”

“I’m sorry. I know. I didn’t want you to get slaughtered by something I knew I could get rid of for you, okay? Sue me.”

Sam cupped his hands over his face and exhaled. “Did it do anything to you?”

“No.”

“It didn’t hurt you?”

“If it had, then my answer would’ve been yes. I’m fine, Sam. I’m good. And I knew you’d be upset with me, but I would rather you be mad than dead.”

“I’m not upset with you; I just - you should have told me you were going to risk your neck like that.”

“Well, I asked your permission to risk my neck and you said no! What was I supposed to do, Sam? What’s done is done and we’re all still freakin’ alive, so go shower and stop yelling at me.”

He knew that Sam wasn’t yelling, but to Gabriel it sounded dangerously close.

Sam glanced at Dean.

“He’s an idiot,” Dean announced.

“Come on,” Sam snapped. “That’s not helpful.”

“Neither was going after a monster without telling us first.” Dean glared at Gabriel before making his way to the exit and slamming the door behind him.

“He’s worried, that’s all,” Sam said.

“Yeah, he’s all in a tither over my safety. I could tell by the way he tried to disembowel me with his eyes.” Gabriel shoved his face into a pillow and groaned. “I know, okay? I do. I really - I mean - look, I’d be royally pissed too, but I was doing what I thought was best. I’m not sorry for that.”

“I …” Sam struggled for a moment, but all the fight seemed to have left him. “I’m glad you managed to pull it off. Just don’t do it again.”

With an effort, Gabriel sat up. “I’m not interested in standing by anymore.”

“We’ve had this talk already: you don’t owe us anything.”

“Fine.” Gabriel flopped back down. He hadn’t removed his shoes. “I just knew what had to be done in this instance. It can’t be taken back now and I’m glad you’re not dead.”

He shut his eyes, then felt the mattress sink under Sam’s weight.

“I’m sorry,” Sam told him. “It’s only that - ”

“Don’t be sorry.” Gabriel kept his eyes closed. “I knew the reaction I was in for. As if I didn’t run through this a thousand times in my head. You disowning me is more appealing than me having to dig your grave.”

“I wouldn’t disown you. You know that. I’m not mad, and if I was - ”

“You are mad. But frankly, I figured you’d be a lot worse than this.”

“You really don’t trust me, do you?”

Gabriel opened his eyes and squinted up at Sam. “I trust you. You obviously don’t have enough faith in me to help you when you need it, though.”

Sam stood up. “Maybe let’s have this conversation tomorrow.”

“No need. Go clean yourself up.”

“Take off your shoes.”

“Too tired. Not conscious.”

As he was drifting off, he felt Sam untying his sneakers.

There was little dialogue during the long trip home the following day. Dean was still tense, which surprised Gabriel, who had been ardently convinced that Sam would be furious and Dean would be relieved. Dean wasn’t worried about whether Gabriel lived or died, and someone had taken care of his dirty work for him.

There was, of course, the possibility that Dean was upset over being denied a triumphant capture. But Gabriel wasn’t particularly concerned about Dean’s feelings in this instance. What mattered was that he and Sam were both alive and well.

Gabriel slept most of the way home, and his dreams were full of eyeless beasts clawing at his face and digging soiled ape-like paws so harshly into his skull that the pressure became too much and he grew blind. In the nightmares, he tried to scream at them, but couldn’t make a sound.

There was nothing he could do, because they already knew he was afraid.

He was stiff and clammy when it was time to climb out of the car. During the extraordinarily long journey (probably not so extraordinary for them, Gabriel realized), Sam had taken Dean’s place at the wheel and Dean was staring sullenly out of the window.

“Okay back there?” Sam asked.

Gabriel nodded.

“Here - ” Sam made his way around back to open the door and help Gabriel out.

“I’m fine,” snapped Gabriel. “I can move on my own.”

He immediately felt guilty for his tone of voice, but the dreams wouldn’t leave him.

“What’s wrong?” asked Sam. “Hey, you’re all sweaty and shaky.”

“Tired from using up my grace. Think there’s probably none left.” Both halves of his explanation were true. There was no need to explain that the nightmares had made it worse.

He shoved himself out of the car and Sam reached out a hand to steady him. Gabriel stepped away before Sam could touch him.

“Gabe,” said Sam, “You look like you’re going to pass out.”

“I’m not.”

“I can tell when something’s wrong with you.”

Gabriel clenched his jaw. “Is that so?” He straightened himself and made a concerted effort to walk evenly and steadily up to the door and down the stairs into the bunker. He stumbled toward the bottom step and Sam grabbed his shoulder.

Gabriel wrenched himself away. “Jesus, Sam, I’ll tell you if something’s wrong!”

“Okay!” Sam looked alarmed. “I just - okay.”

Gabriel ignored the shame that accompanied his outburst. Sam didn’t deserve anybody shouting at him, but there could be no denying that he was right: Sam had seen Gabriel in various states of distress and knew what it looked like when he wasn’t well.

He turned away, making for his bedroom; then he paused and looked back at Sam.

“I just need a little rest,” he said. “That’s all it is. I’m on edge, all right? But I’ll be fine.”

Sam nodded. “Yeah. Go. Get some sleep. I’ll bring you something to eat later.”

“All right.” Gabriel wasn’t sure he would be able to eat, but there was no reason to make Sam more suspicious. “I’ll see you later.”

He didn’t look back this time.

That week, Gabriel made it a point to eat in front of them - especially Sam - at least once a day. He wasn’t unable to eat, and mostly it wasn’t a necessity; usually, however, he didn’t have any appetite. Besides that, hunger made him feel guilty, and sometimes he had a hard time eating without an immediate recollection of being held down and force-fed during his time with Asmodeus.

If Sam noticed that Gabriel was eating more, he didn’t say. Gabriel tried to let his mind go blank during mealtimes. Asmodeus often crept in, and he must have looked a certain way when that happened because Sam would frown.

Not one of them wants you; not one of them cares.

Gabriel forced himself to swallow, privately willing Sam to stop watching him, desperate for control over his own mind.

Is this not proof of what you have become?

Not even Sam ought to have access to his innermost thoughts and memories - not anymore.

Meanwhile, Dean’s behavior had settled into some semblance of normalcy. Gabriel had never been more thankful for his indifference; he had never taken such joy in the absence of intuitive empathy.

Then there was Castiel, who seemed mostly inclined to leave his brother alone. He sometimes looked puzzled - although that wasn’t unusual for him - but he didn’t say anything.

If Jack had any suspicions about Gabriel’s newfound stoicism, he didn’t let them show. He was cheerful and inquisitive as always, and yet - maybe from spending so much time with Cas, or perhaps because he had learned neither how to express his compassion nor how to block it - there were times he too appeared confused, not sure what to make of his uncle.

“Why are you looking at me like that, kid?” Gabriel asked him one evening.

Jack replied, “How am I looking at you?”

“Like I’m still brushing off loam from the uncanny valley.”

Jack didn’t know how to respond to that, and the subject didn’t come up again.

The four of them were sharing dinner one night when Gabriel made his decision.

“Hey,” he said to the others. “You guys all need to chill right the hell out, okay?”

Everyone turned to stare at him.

“Every time I take a bite,” Gabriel elaborated, “At least one of you watches me like you think I’m going to burst into flame. Or tears. Maybe that was warranted at one point, but I’m starting to feel like there’s something stuck in my teeth and nobody wants to tell me.”

“Your teeth look fine to me,” said Jack.

“Look,” Gabriel went on, “I get that I kind of wore myself out back in Utah, but can you fellas please stop watching my every move with those confused looks on your faces?”

Sam appeared taken aback. “Is that what we’re doing? I guess I was just …”

Slowly, looking him in the eye, Gabriel forced himself to take a bite of the pizza Dean had crafted. He had tasted it before, and although it was exceptionally good, Gabriel had a hard time with the richness of it. Had it been up to him, he would have steered clear of meals that were meant to make a person feel full. This was the first time in the last week that he had fully committed to this sort of sustenance; before that, he’d been able to get away with lighter fare.

The fact that Gabriel was able to dismiss the taste and weight of the food, that he was able to bring his mind elsewhere and ignore the spasm of nausea he had anticipated when he sat down, was encouraging.

“You were just what?” Gabriel asked when he’d swallowed.

“Uh …” Sam blinked. “Nothing. Sorry.”

“You’re used to me being a swooning maiden,” Gabriel countered. “Right now I feel fine, and your constant inspection is nothing short of creepy.”

Sam furrowed his brow, but nodded. “All right. Sorry, Gabriel. I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

Gabriel took another mouthful, swallowed, and said: “Who knows? Maybe using my grace to wipe out the monster was just the kick in the pants I needed to get up and running again. I mean, hey, if I have it in me to off a predator from Jim Henson’s fever-dream, maybe I’m not in for the permanent misery that seemed inevitable before he and I faced off.”

Sam smiled, looking more at ease. “Yeah. I guess that makes sense.”

“Hey,” Dean interrupted, “You including me in that accusation? You and I have been having a great time.”

“That’s true,” Castiel agreed. He hadn’t taken any pizza, but was enjoying the company. “I’ve never seen the two of you get along so well.”

“Right?” Gabriel sat back. “So what do you have to complain about, Sam?”

“I’m not complaining, Gabriel, really.”

“Good. Because if you’ve got something to say, you can say it to me.”

For a moment he was afraid Sam was going to shout at him, although Gabriel knew that when he’d dared use that tone with Asmodeus, he deserved whatever response came his way.

Instead, he saw Sam further relax. “All right. I will.”

Sam was watchful during the remainder of the meal, although it was possible that Gabriel was only imagining as much. Sometimes he thought he felt Sam’s eyes on him, but when he looked over, Sam was just enjoying the food.

After dinner, Dean crooked a finger at Gabriel. “C’mere a minute.”

Gabriel followed him into the hall.

“What’s going on?” Dean asked, which surprised Gabriel.

“Nothing,” he replied.

“Look, I’m not complaining. I like you like this. But last week, before we left for Utah, you were afraid to ask for a napkin - and that’s even if you took five minutes to eat without Sam practically forcing it down your throat. So what gives?”

“Nothing,” Gabriel said again, wishing Dean had used different hyperbole. “Why are you harassing me about this?”

“Well, maybe if I knew what I was harassing you about it, we wouldn’t need to have this conversation.”

Gabriel stiffened. He felt betrayed. He had trusted Dean to be ignorant and unconcerned.

“I don’t know what you think you’re seeing,” Gabriel told him. “All I know is it isn’t real.”

“Maybe Sam should be the one to decide that.”

“Oh please. What’s Sam got to do with anything?”

Dean remained stone-faced.

Gabriel hardened his voice. “No one’s bothering Sam about anything. What, have you consulted him how to fix whatever imaginary problem you’ve got keeping you up at night? Asked him how to rewire his favorite disaster?”

“No,” said Dean, “Because I’d never hear the end of it from this new version of you.”

“What ‘new version’ of me? I can’t figure out if I’m being insulted.”

“Look, all I know is people don’t change like this overnight. Not without a reason.”

“Good thing I’m not people, then,” Gabriel snapped.

Dean shook his head. “Like I said, man, I don’t know what’s going on with you. Maybe it’s none of my business; I just figure you should ask Sam for help if something isn’t right.”

“I - ” Gabriel faltered. “You don’t want me to bother Sam about this, do you? Not that there’s any - but if there were, if I was - look, no one’s asking Sam for anything, okay? There’s no need, and if something was wrong with me, then he doesn’t need to do anything. Poor sap’s done enough for every lifetime he’s been put through.”

“I think he’d wanna know.”

“What would he want to know? What do you think the issue is here?”

“Well, if I knew, I wouldn’t’ve thought to bug you about it. But fine. Maybe my intuition is off.” He turned to leave, but then paused and looked back at Gabriel. “Sam would never forgive himself if you felt like you couldn’t tell him something, though.”

Gabriel stared at him. Then, more timidly, he asked: “Are you sure you haven’t mentioned anything? About … about whatever you think you see?”

“No. Should I?”

Gabriel shook his head.

“Look, Gabe,” said Dean, “He worries, but at the same time, he really wants to see you get better. He might be pulling the wool over his own eyes about this. If something happens to you and he thinks he could’ve done something to stop it, neither of you is going to be okay.”

Gabriel didn’t respond.

“I’ll see you later, Gabe,” Dean said, and left him standing in the hall with his heart beating twice as fast as it had been during dinner.

With static humming in his mind, Gabriel went back to his own bedroom. He shut the door and lay down on the bed, puzzled and frustrated by the sudden tautness in his throat. He ignored it.

He felt as though he had just been scolded, although he was reasonably confident that no such event had taken place.

Paralysis maintains its grip upon the creature you once were.

It occurred to Gabriel then that even he wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing. He allowed himself a brief indulgence in the notion that Sam really was under the impression that, for the first time in months, nothing was so wrong with Gabriel as to require immediate attention. He wondered if they could be friends without the ongoing dynamic of victim and savior, although he knew Sam would have scoffed at such a description.

Then he considered the practical implications of remaining here when he had just taken such a hit to his grace supply. He had reason to believe that it would come back - he had been entirely without grace more than once, and it always came back - but the amount of time that would take couldn’t be predicted. If he was to stay here, in the bunker, he had to have grace sooner rather than later. He remembered being without grace in Hell, and wished he could forget the punishment for such a crime. Now, in the bunker, he might not be penalized so much as …

Well, uselessness was a punishment in itself.

The hour has come to show that you’re a failure.

Gabriel sighed and closed his eyes.

They’ll have the excuse they so sorely need to throw you away.

No dreams, no nightmares, no tossing and turning: this slumber was quiet and pure.

But the next thing Gabriel knew, there were two voices calling his name; one he recognized immediately as Sam’s, and the other took him a few seconds to identify as that of Castiel. He couldn’t make out the words, and then he realized he couldn’t fully open his eyes; they had grown too heavy.

Panic set in as someone lifted him upright. He didn’t even have the strength to go rigid, let alone any power to fight back.

“Gabriel.” Sam was speaking to him in a low, hurried voice. “We’re not going to hurt you. Just wake up, all right?”

Gabriel wrenched his eyes partway open. The room was hazy. He took shallow breaths.

“Geez,” Sam told him. “Gabe, buddy, we couldn’t get you to wake up.”

Gabriel tried to ask, Why? but couldn’t make himself speak.

“It’s almost two in the afternoon,” Sam told him, “And when I came in to check on you, you just …” He trailed off.

“Wouldn’t move,” Castiel finished.

Gabriel leaned back against Sam.

“What’s going on?” Sam pressed. “I’ve never seen that happen to you before.”

When Gabriel managed to reply, his voice was hoarse. “I’ve fainted plenty.”

“This is different. Hey, keep your eyes open for a minute; we thought - ” Sam paused. “We just didn’t know what was going on.”

“Tired,” Gabriel slurred.

“This goes beyond tired, Gabriel,” said Cas.

“My grace … it’s …”

“It’s what?” Sam prodded.

“Dunno. I …” Gabriel tried to ignore the pounding in his head. “Killing the monster, the satori - ”

Sam and Castiel waited for him to continue. When Gabriel’s breath began coming a little more easily, he finished, “Maybe took some fight out of me.”

“This is why I told you not to come.” Sam didn’t sound angry - just worried, even afraid. “I know you were trying to help, but Gabriel, you were the one who said how vicious those things are. You’re not ready for something like that.”

“Through no fault of your own,” Castiel added.

Gabriel tried to push himself off of Sam and found that he was too weak.

“What’s wrong?” Sam asked him. “Does anything hurt?”

“Why?” The question emerged, at last, without Gabriel even thinking about it.

“What? Why what?”

“What good’re you gonna get out of knowing what’s the matter with me?”

Sam shifted so that Gabriel was lying with his head on Sam’s lap instead of bent at an angle against his chest.

Castiel spoke up: “I suspect that Sam is simply trying to remind you that you’ve become an important part of his life, and he doesn’t want to see you suffer.”

“Well, whoop-dee-doo.”

“Gabriel …” Sam checked for a fever, then pushed stray locks of hair from Gabriel’s eyes. “I don’t understand. You seemed okay last night.”

“I’m still okay.”

“That’s obviously not true,” said Cas.

“Can you try and sit up?” Sam asked.

“Maybe.” He let Sam shift away and prop him against the pillows. As he watched Sam step back, face pale with concern, he had a moment’s doubt about his own pride.

Sit back down, he wanted to say, or I wouldn’t want to touch me either.

He closed his eyes.

“No,” Sam commanded. “Gabriel, don’t. Not yet. I want you to stay awake for now.”

When, and how, had this suddenly become too much? He knew how to frolic in lies. He knew how to make personal falsehoods into very real truths; pretending until he was no longer play-acting was a familiar process.

Why now, then, did he feel his throat tighten as he stared down at the blankets?

He was committed this time, though. He was well-versed in the warning signals of a breakdown and understood that there was no benefit in acting like a child. Sam had seen and dealt with enough, and Gabriel had debased himself so often that he couldn’t imagine anyone harboring even a modicum of respect for him at this point.

That was fine. He needed to learn not to care so much about his reputation at the bunker.

“Cas,” Sam said, “Maybe …”

“Yes. Of course.” Gabriel felt his brother watching him. “If you need me, I’m nearby. Although I suspect you know what you’re doing, Sam.”

“Thanks. I think we’ll be okay.”

Gabriel heard the door close.

“All right,” Sam said, “I know you don’t like to be coerced into talking to me, and usually I’d let up a little, but if you’re sick you need to tell me.”

“I’m not.”

“Then what happened just now?”

“Beats me. But what do you expect?” Gabriel spoke more smoothly now, but directly to the blankets. “I used up all my grace on the satori. Can you blame me for being a little out of sorts?”

“No, of course I don’t blame you. But I’m not talking about your grace. Or at least I don’t think I am.”

“Yeah? What do you think we’re discussing here, then?”

“I don’t know.” Sam looked helpless. “You seemed fine yesterday, and now you’re - I mean, how did you go from that to this? This whole week you've been ... I mean ... I don't know. I thought ... ”

“Am I not an open book to you anymore? Good.”

“What?”

“There’s no reason for you to be inside my head. There’s no reason for you to - to know any more about me, or what happened to me, than you already do.”

Sam was silent.

“I see through your strategy, Sam,” Gabriel added, still staring at the blanket. “I - when you’re quiet, you want me to talk.”

“I’m just worried.”

“You’ve made that abundantly clear, and I don’t know what to tell you. I don’t know what I can do to make you feel better about this whole thing.”

“About what whole thing? About you trying to get well?”

“Pal, if that’s what you’re looking for - for me to get back on my own two feet - then what are you complaining about? Obviously I’m better. I haven’t cried or thrown up once since we got back, and I don’t see how that’s a questionable development.”

“No, I mean, it’s not, but - ”

“But what, Sam?”

“It’s not. Really, it isn’t.”

In the moment of silence that followed, Gabriel felt such an urge to speak, to tell the truth and recount exactly what had happened in the mountains, that he tore his gaze away from the blankets and met Sam’s eyes. He now had a choice: he could say something about what had taken place, or he could lose control of himself altogether.

If there was a third option, Gabriel didn’t see it.

“I don’t want to give you a whole novel about this,” he said. “My head is killing me.”

Sam nodded.

Gabriel hesitated for a few moments longer. Then he took a deep breath and began: “When we were out in Utah, and I took down that creeptastic freakazoid, it - you know - it did what it does. It found some way into my brain, and yammered on and on about my every thought. Which wouldn’t have been a problem in and of itself if I hadn’t - if I wasn’t - well, before, when I faced one of them, it couldn’t read my mind. I was an angel and it couldn’t get in. So what does that tell you, Sam?”

Sam looked blankly at him.

“Come on, Mr. Ivy League,” Gabriel pressed. “This is measurable proof that right now, at least, I’m more human than anything else. Plus, I’ve already got one monster in my head. I don’t need another psychic bedfellow. You mean well, I know, but - but don’t you think, Sam, that you being the way you are to me might be holding me in one place? Or making me an easier target, instead of building me back up to what I used to be?”

“I’ve never thought that.”

“Well, does this change your mind? I just wrote you a whole thesis.”

“Gabriel, if you didn’t have any power then you wouldn’t have been able to take that thing down in the first place.”

“And look at how that turned out. I can barely move.”

“That’s because you haven’t given yourself a chance to recover.”

“How was I even supposed to know I needed it? I’ve been fine this last week.”

“Have you?”

“Yes!”

"I sort of wasn’t talking about the satori.”

“Oh for the love of all things holy and unholy, Sam, stop being so dramatic. I’ve had plenty of time to tunnel my way out of this.”

“Did you get through the whole week without a flashback or nightmare? You seemed like you felt pretty good. I … should I have checked?”

The guilt in Sam’s voice made Gabriel wish he’d stayed unconscious. “No.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I said no, Sam.”

“You’re not well.” There was horror and distress on Sam’s face now. “I thought - ”

“Christ, Sam, relax.”

“Why didn’t you - ”

“Because this is on me, Sam! It always has been. And that’s almost beside the point. Geez, you know - you really need to make up your mind. Am I meant to improve by eating more and learning to calm myself down, or am I supposed to hold you like a security blanket every time my engine misfires? Which is it, Sam? Should I be strengthening the muscles that Asmodeus deflated or should I keep letting you man the ship when a storm kicks in?”

“Gabriel …”

“Answer the question. I’m serious. I can’t solve this equation no matter how creative I get with it. What am I supposed to do? For me, for you, for everyone here? I need an answer and maybe you have it. I sure as all get-out have no idea what I’m supposed to do or where I’m supposed to go without messing something up.”

Gabriel thought Sam looked like he might cry. “I guess it depends.”

“No, see, that’s not how this works. Because if this was a case-by-case endeavor, one of us would have found the balance by now. No, Sam, I don’t feel good. Why’s that? I don’t feel good when I’m alone; I don’t feel good about how I act when you step in. There’s no winning for me, and for you there’s just constant sacrifice that never leads anywhere. There’s a right and a wrong answer here, and if neither of us can figure it out, then I don’t know what to do. Just stop it.”

“Stop what?”

“Stop - stop trying to make me showcase my emotions. Maybe it works for you but it doesn’t lead to anything good for me; all it does is make me feel ashamed.”

Sam seemed at a loss for words. “I’m sorry,” he offered. “I’m not trying to make you do anything. Gabriel, I think you should just do what feels natural. If that means pretending everything’s okay, then - then fine, I guess, except I don’t think that’s what you really want.”

“Well, I don’t know what I want; as far as I’m concerned, I don’t want anything except to be more like an angel and less like a toddler.”

“I don’t think of you that way. You know that, Gabriel.”

“Sure, fine, but let’s not sugarcoat the fact that I am the way I am, and the responsibility is on me to change.”

Sam looked away, contemplating. Then he asked, “Why didn’t you tell me about what happened with the satori?”

“Because then I would’ve gotten worked up about it and so would you. You would’ve been worried about me.”

“I’m worried about you anyway.”

“Yup, I missed the mark on that one. What else is new?”

“So you think - ”

Gabriel shoved himself properly upright. “Stop it, Sam! For the love of every damn good thing left in this world, just stop it! Stop trying to coach me into a breakdown!”

Sam looked aghast. “I’m not!”

“So what are you after? You want to help? Do you want to keep me in one piece or break me into a thousand? I never know with you anymore; it - ” Gabriel took a shuddering breath and began to cry. “You know exactly what you’re doing. I’m not here for you to play with me, Sam!”

Sam stood up. “Gabriel - ”

“Is this what you want?” Gabriel raised his face so that Sam could see the tears. “You think that bullying me into showing my feelings is going to lead to success? I don’t like myself like this! I don’t want you to see and you keep on trying to open me up just like he did! Stop it, Sam! Stop it!”

“No, no - hey - ” Helplessly, Sam took his hand and Gabriel tore it away. “I - Gabriel - should I get Castiel?”

“No!”

“I don’t want you to be alone.”

“Neither do I!” Gabriel pounded the mattress with his fist. “So stay, because I need you here, and I hate you for that and I hate me for that too. I hate all of this!”

“I know you do.” Sam’s voice shook. “But you haven’t done anything wrong. Maybe I have; I don’t know. But none of this is your fault. I’m so sorry if I messed up.”

“You didn’t! I did! I don’t know! Stop it!” Gabriel took frantic breaths, tasting salt where the tears met his lips.

“You said I was like him.” Sam sounded weak. “If I ever made you feel that way, it was an accident.”

“You’re not like him; you - you’re trying to do something to me, and so was he, and I don’t know how to tell the difference between you pushing me to bleed out in front of you and him ripping me open with his bare hands!”

“I had no idea that’s what I was doing!”

“Because you’re - Sam, you’re - ” Gabriel found himself unable to breathe for a moment. When he managed it again, he said, “You’re not evil.”

That seemed to perplex Sam. “I hope not.”

“Of course you aren’t. But do you have any idea what that does to me?”

“I … no, I guess I don’t.”

Gabriel didn’t know either. He ground his teeth against the urge to scream.

No one will be here for long; it’s all pretend.

“I wasn’t like this before,” he said.

“That’s because you weren’t trapped in Hell before.”

“You’ve been trapped in Hell! And you’re nothing like this! Talk all day about how you need help, about how you have your bad dreams and your breakdowns - but you’re nothing like this, nothing like what I turned into.”

Not one of them wants you.

“That thing knew,” Gabriel wailed. “That thing knew exactly what I believe, exactly what I’m afraid of; that thing got into my head in a way even I can’t get into my head! I don’t have any control anymore, Sam - none.”

Not one of them wants you.

“That creature thought I was human, Sam,” Gabriel whispered. “Feeding on your kindness hasn’t done anything except squash me.”

Not one of them wants you.

“I know I can’t really understand what it’s like, exactly,” said Sam, “But what scares you so bad about being human? Especially if you know you aren’t, and your grace always comes back - even it’s on the slower side.”

Gabriel shook his head. “It’s not about the grace.” He swiped at his cheeks with his palms. “It’s about this.”

“About …”

Gabriel looked at him. “Do you know, and you’re just trying to get me to say it?”

“No! I’m not trying to make you say anything.”

Gabriel wasn’t sure he believed him, but lacked the energy to argue. “Well, then it’s about - it’s about the stuff in my head, and how I seem to be open season for anyone who wants a shot, for better or worse. In your case, it’s for the better; you don’t want to hurt me, or at least I don’t think you do. But you still know. You still see inside of me, and I’d give anything at all for a little emotional opacity. I’m weak, maybe as weak as I was in Hell.”

“No.”

“At least in my stupid cage I had a consistent idea of what the next day might bring. I anticipated chaos. He’d destroyed me, on purpose, for fun - so after a little while, I didn’t have to pretend I was holding myself together. Giving up the effort was easy enough; I had no choice. Well - no - unless I did have a choice, and made the wrong one. But he had power over me and I was used to being hurt. I didn’t have to play at not being vulnerable. It’s not like that anymore, Sam.”

“Shouldn’t that be a good thing?”

“You’d expect so, wouldn’t you? Me too. I’ve lost track of what’s good and what’s bad. So it’s not my grace I’m worried about. Or - no, that’s not true. I do worry about my grace, because I don’t know what the heck I’m supposed to be without it. It’s more like - it’s that worrying about my grace is almost a luxury right now. If I get to lose sleep over how much grace I have instead of how easily I get scared and lose control of myself, I count myself lucky.”

Sam frowned, trying to grasp what Gabriel was telling him.

Sometimes Sam understood, and sometimes he couldn’t relate. In this case, Gabriel suspected, Sam was at a loss because at no point in his life had he ever known genuine autonomy. With Gabriel, it was different: independence and secrecy were everything to him.

“I’m sorry,” Gabriel muttered. “I know I don’t make this easy for you.”

Sam was silent for a moment longer, then asked: “Can I tell you something?”

Gabriel froze. This wasn’t the first time he’d become immobile over the possibility of Sam explaining that no, he really couldn’t do this anymore. Perhaps this was the paralysis to which the satori had referred.

“It’s nothing bad,” Sam added hastily, in yet another demonstration of how naturally he could read Gabriel. “I just wanted to say that I don’t look down on you for being affected by your time with Asmodeus. Of course you freak out sometimes; who wouldn’t? And don’t say anything about me," he added as Gabriel opened his mouth. "I’ve been out of Hell a lot longer than you, and you were gone for so long … there’s a lot you didn’t see.” Bitterness crept into Sam’s voice. “Anyway, you can’t help what this has done to you. But hey, you know who would judge you for struggling? Asmodeus. Not me. Not any of us, but especially not me.”

Gabriel tried to respond, but there was no way to speak around the tightness in his throat and chest. The sincerity in Sam’s voice hurt him.

Finally, he managed: “You set that up to sound so dramatic.”

Sam smiled. “Sorry.”

Neither of them spoke for a while after that, although the break in conversation felt natural, not awkward.

Gabriel was fighting sleep when Sam broke the silence. “You’re convincing, you know that?”

“I’m what?”

“The way you just … slipped into your old role. I was surprised, but it didn’t seem forced. The way you spoke up for yourself at dinner last night was impressive. Normally you would’ve been scared of getting in trouble.”

“Hm.” Gabriel considered. “Well, I’ve said it before, Sam: I don’t know who or what I was before Asmodeus. Something changed; that’s all I can tell you.”

“And I was thinking - you know, even before we got back from the mountains, I saw something different. You pushed to come, and then you broke your promise about staying in the motel. I don’t know, maybe I’m off, but that’s a decision you might not have made before.”

“It was important. If something happened to you because I was too afraid to help, that would’ve been punishment on its own. It was a no-win situation so I took the option that I knew would keep you alive.”

“But you probably weren’t so sure about whether you would come out okay.” There was no accusation in Sam’s voice; he was merely making an observation.

“No,” Gabriel agreed, “I didn’t.”

Sam went on, “And it says something, doesn’t it, that you were able to put on such a good act? That’s an old talent that maybe you haven’t tapped into in a while.”

“It must not have been as good as you say, because your brother picked up on it somehow.”

Sam looked surprised. “When?”

“Last night he cornered me about how it isn’t standard to switch from empty to full in such a short span of time. Said I should go to you if I needed help.”

“Wow." Sam blinked. "I guess I don’t really know what to make of that.”

“Well, to me it means that some lucky winner always has access to my cesspit of a brain. Whether that’s you, or Dean, or Asmodeus, or a mountain-dwelling monster.”

“Oh geez, Gabriel …” Sam reached out to squeeze his shoulder. “It’s not like that, buddy.”

“Of course it is. Everybody gets a piece of me if they want it.” Gabriel turned his eyes to the sheets again, fighting tears. “And when I wasn’t whatever I am now, the satori couldn’t get into my head. Like I said - proof, Sam. Proof so concrete you could draw chalk around it. Proof.”

Sam shook his head, but didn’t seem to know what to say.

“I can’t stay awake,” Gabriel muttered, because it sounded more reasonable than When you look at me like that, you’re proving my point. “Can I rest a little bit?”

Sam hesitated. “Let me wake you up in twenty minutes. Just to make sure you’re not out cold again. Then, if you’re okay - another hour, and we can take it from there.”

“Fine.” Gabriel hated the idea of being shaken awake in such a short time, but hadn’t the stamina to argue.

Sam helped adjust Gabriel’s position so that he was lying down, then pulled the blankets around Gabriel’s shoulders. He didn’t move to leave.

If this was an instance of Sam being able to read him too easily, he didn’t want to know.

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Cat’s Cradle – Part 3

Pairing: Cat Hybrid!Yoongi x Human!Reader/Min Yoongi x Reader (slight Namjoon x Reader)

Warnings: This whole series contains angst und explicit sexual content. Also I’m sorry but Namjoon is kind of a dick in this story.

Word Count: 4.9K

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Still half asleep Yoongi trotted blindly into the kitchen with his eyes half closed. As if by themselves his fingers found the button on the coffee machine and he took a deep breath as he inhaled the aromatic scent of freshly brewed coffee. Seo-yeon had already left for work a few hours ago and Yoongi had used the time to make up for the lost sleep of the night. Fridays were always his days off, which he mostly used to sleep in. Even though he was almost always woken by the noises you made when you were getting ready for work. Every time he had to stifle a smile when he noticed how you tried to be as quiet as possible. It hurt him all the more when he remembered that everything had been different this morning.

To say that he felt guilty was an understatement. He still saw your painful expression before you had turned around and stormed out of the room. He had tried not to let anything show in front of Seo-yeon, but she seemed to have been in her own world so far that she didn’t realize Yoongi’s shift of feelings. When he had heard the apartment door fall into the lock, he had had to suppress the urge to run after you. He was too worried that you were still out in the middle of the night. But you probably went to Namjoon to work in peace. He grimaced when he thought that you would probably work less if you were with Namjoon. You were probably busy with other things all night. That’s why Yoongi hoped the presentation went well.

The ringing of the doorbell made him pause for a moment before he opened the door with a coffee cup in one hand. He was quite astonished when he saw your best friend standing in front of it completely out of breath. He was just about to explain that you weren’t there, but at work, when she unceremoniously pushed past him.

“Is she here?” she asked breathlessly and jogged to your room, where she looked in once and with hanging shoulders realized that this was not the case.

“If you mean Y/N, she’s at work,” Yoongi said unimpressed as he closed the apartment door again and sat down back in the kitchen at the dining table.

“She’s not,” she contradicted Yoongi and immediately his heart dropped.

With a loud thump he put the cup down on the table. Alarmed, he looked at your best friend. “Why isn’t she at work? Where is she then?” In his head he imagined scenarios that you had been in a car accident. Or that you were mugged on the way to your car at night.

She dropped herself across the table from him in the seat where you normally sat. In desperation, she propped her head in her hands and stared at the pattern of the table’s wooden top. “Ellie,” Yoongi addressed her directly now and his heart was beating painfully in his chest. A nervous nausea had settled in his stomach and he felt like he was going to throw up with worry at any moment.

Ellie gave a sigh and let her hands sink. Her face reflected the worry and the thousand thoughts that were probably running through her head. Yoongi was sure that he had a similar expression on his face. “I have no idea where she is right now. Jin called me a few hours ago and told me that Y/N was fired.”

“Fired?!” he interrupted her with wide open eyes. Oh God, he was just hoping it had nothing to do with the presentation you had to give this morning.

Ellie nodded. “Jin said she was in a super weird mood, so he decided to call me. He’s a little worried…”

Yoongi paused for a moment. “Worried?” Ellie played with her fingers, dodging Yoongi’s questioning gaze before it dawned on him. “You don’t think something happened to her, right?”

Ellie looked like she was going to burst into tears any moment as she shook her head and her bangs fell on her face. “I don’t know. She’s not answering her phone or responding to my messages.“

Yoongi fished his phone out of the pocket of his sweatpants and dialed your phone number. With every further beep, he became more and more impatient and worried. Frustrated, he ended the call and put the phone on the table in front of him. “She’s not answering,” he stated the obvious and stared at the rectangular device in front of him. “Maybe she’s at Namjoon’s?” the idea came to him and immediately his hands reached for the phone again. It took him a few moments to find his number in the chat history between you and Yoongi. You had sent him Namjoon’s number in case of emergency a few months ago and Yoongi never felt the need to save it.

With shaky fingers he dialed the number while he wrapped his bushy tail around the middle of his body. He had the feeling that the room had suddenly become several degrees colder. His eyes fell on Ellie, who gestured to him to put the call on speaker. He took the phone off his ear and complied with her request. Yoongi almost wanted to hang up again before finally a crackling could be heard and a few seconds later Namjoon was on the phone.

“Yes?” he only asked and sounded strangely strained. He breathed loudly into the speaker of the phone and Yoongi had to make an effort not to grimace at the tone of the other man’s voice.

“Namjoon,” Yoongi greeted him coolly. “Is Y/N with you?”

It was quiet for a moment, and Ellie and Yoongi already feared that Namjoon had hung up, but then Namjoon denied Yoongi’s question. “Why don’t you call her and ask her where she is? I’m busy.”

Yoongi had to suppress an eye roll as he strengthened the grip around his cell phone. He wanted to crawl through the wire and punch him in the face. How could he care so little about where his girlfriend was? “She doesn’t answer the phone,” Yoongi told him between clenched teeth.

“Oh, poor boy,” Namjoon said and his voice dripped with irony, “isn’t your mistress answering the phone?”

Yoongi clenched his free hand into a fist and had to concentrate to stay calm. Insulting Namjoon wouldn’t do anyone any good at this moment. “Namjoon, I’m serious. You know her, when things happen that upset her, she sometimes can’t handle it. Have you heard about her job?”

They heard Namjoon sigh on the phone before a second sound came in. A laugh. Or rather a giggle. Yoongi felt like someone had punched him in the stomach when he identified the laugh as a woman’s laugh and he was sure it wasn’t you. He would identify your laughter among tens of thousands.

“Stop talking on the phone and come back here, Joonie,” the unknown woman said now and before Yoongi could hold back, a hissing sound had come out between his teeth. His sharp teeth drilled painfully into his lower lip as he tried to suppress the glaring white rage.

“You know Yoongi, that’s not my problem.” That was it, with that sentence the connection was suddenly cut. Only the beeping of the disconnected call was heard in the kitchen before Yoongi angrily threw it on the table. Ellie flinched, her shoulders were slumped and she made herself as small as possible. Yoongi felt a brief moment of guilt. He knew how some people reacted to hybrids, especially when they were angry. He tried to control his anger but he felt as if the white heat was taking up any space in his head. There was no more room for rational thought. “That son of a bitch,” Yoongi spat and hit the table with his fist. “I’ll kill him the next time I see him.”

Ellie looked at him with big eyes and somewhat embarrassed he pulled his fist from the table back to his thigh. Only now did he notice that the hairs on his tail had agitatedly pointed upwards and it had doubled in volume. It took all his willpower to relax his fist and he tried to straighten the hairs on his tail. He had not intended to get so upset. A wave of scent swept over to him and he had to pull himself together not to hiss at Ellie. She was afraid of him. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes before he calmed down a bit.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, and Ellie looked at him with a thankful smile. “The combination of hating that asshole and worrying about Y/N is not a good mix for me.” He pushed out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding. Immediately, his posture relaxed a little more.

“You’re just worried, Yoongi,” Ellie reassured him and made him understand that she didn’t hold it against him. For a moment, they only looked at each other. “Do you think she knows he’s cheating on her?” she addressed the obvious.

Yoongi thought for a moment and then shrugged his shoulders. “To be honest, I don’t know how things are between them right now. We haven’t spoken to each other that much the last few days,” he admitted a little ashamed.

“Oh, is it still about that stupid fight you had?”

Surprised, Yoongi looked up. “How do you know about that?”

Ellie laughed softly. “We’re best friends, of course she tells me about it when her favorite hybrid and her had a fight.”

Yoongi couldn’t help it, it was like a reflex when your best friend uttered her words that his feline ears stood up and he looked at Ellie attentively; hoping for more phrases you had to say about him. He didn’t even notice that he was excitedly swaying the tip of his tail back and forth. But Ellie seemed to notice very well and she had to hold back a laugh. A breath later, however, her smile gave way to another worried expression.

“I’m really worried, Yoongi. We agreed years ago that she shouldn’t ignore our calls and messages and text us when she needs time alone.”

Yoongi nodded. “It’s not like her not to answer at all.”

“What happened between you two anyway? She never told me what the fight was about.”

Yoongi started answering before he was interrupted by the doorbell. With superhuman speed he jumped up from his seat and was at the door a second later. But his excitement disappeared as fast as it had come when he saw that it wasn’t you standing at the door.

“Hey,” Seokjin greeted him who was holding a small box in his hands which he pressed against his chest.

“Come in,” Yoongi said, not trying to hide his disappointment in his voice. He joined Ellie at the dining table and with a touch of jealousy Yoongi saw how Seokjin embraced Ellie’s hand and squeezed it gently. He became more than aware of how much he missed you. Your touching, your laughter, the looks you gave him, which he would recall every night before going to bed. He had had to do without all that for the last few days. And the only one he could really be angry with was himself.

“What’s that?” Ellie tore him out of his crushing thoughts and pointed to the box Seokjin had left on the table.

“Her things,” Seokjin started to explain and with a side glance that Yoongi couldn’t interpret, the other one went on, “she put everything in the box and just threw it into the trash.”

Ellie’s surprised exclamation was barely noticed by Yoongi as he glanced at a photo. With careful fingers he grabbed the picture frame and gently stroked over the broken glass and the crack that went right between you two. “Yoongi,” Seokjin said and he looked up. His eyes burned and he suppressed a sniff. “What happened between you two? She said that you hate her but when I see you like this, I think the opposite is true.”

Seokjin’s words took the hybrid by surprise and he looked at the man in disbelief. Ellie next to him sighed. “Are you still into her?”

Yoongi let himself sink back into his seat and he felt his cheeks getting hot as he ran his finger across the wood of the frame. Defiantly, he just shrugged his shoulders. “Yoongi,” Ellie said again and the hybrid looked up. “You have to talk to her and tell her that.”

He shook his head vehemently. “Can’t,” he said curtly. Without looking up he carefully put the picture frame back into the box.

“Why not? It can’t get any worse between the two of you.”

He knew she was right. Yet her words did not hurt less. “And I’m not so sure she would reject you.” Those words made Yoongi’s head shoot up.

“I don’t think so either, as much as she talks about you,” Seokjin agreed and Yoongi would like to hug the two of them. He was surprised himself since he hardly ever showed his soft side. You were the exception. He had never had to hide from you and you had always accepted him as he was.

“For that, she would need to answer,” Yoongi said with a sigh and as if on command, he heard a noise in the staircase at the same time. His sensitive feline ears reacted first before his human ears also heard the key in the lock. He jumped up and the chair he had pushed back with force fell to the floor with a loud noise. Yoongi didn’t care but fixed his gaze on the small piece of hallway that was visible through the kitchen door.

He felt the weight that lay on his shoulders being lifted with a sudden tug as his eyes fell on you. Even from a distance he could see how exhausted you were and he saw your reddened eyes staring at him in perplexity for a moment. Your eyes fell on the other two guests and for a moment you were too surprised to make a sound.

“What are you doing here?” you asked as you joined the three in the kitchen. Your gaze fell on the familiar cardboard box while you came to a halt next to Seokjin and Ellie.

“Is everything okay?” Ellie asked anxiously, who had also gotten up from her seat, though not as tempestuous as Yoongi.

You pushed out a bitter laugh. “Of course everything’s okay. Although I lost my job after embarrassing myself in front of three men and then having to endure disgusting comments about me. Why shouldn’t I feel great?” you asked and your voice dripped with irony. You reached into the box and briefly lifted the picture frame before you let it fall back with a loud clink. “Why did you bring this, Seokjin? I don’t need it anymore.”

Your words cut into Yoongi’s heart and a cold shiver ran down his spine. Without another word or even an explanation of where you’d been for the past few hours, you turned on your heel and were about to go to your room before Ellie held you back.

“Were you at Namjoon’s?” she asked cautiously. She didn’t want to overwhelm you with the confession that your boyfriend was cheating on you, in addition to everything you had to go through today.

Slowly you turned to the three of them and if you didn’t know any better, you would almost call the expression on Ellie’s and Seokjin’s faces fearful. With a dry laugh you answered, “I was.”

You didn’t have to say anything else. The looks of the others spoke volumes. Your gaze fell on Yoongi, who was still standing at the table, frozen over your dismissive behavior. The chair was still lying on the floor behind him but he couldn’t bring himself to put it back up. Not if he fixed you with his gaze so that for a split second there was uncertainty in your facial features.

“Yoongi, by the way, you don’t need to look for a new apartment,” you said after you had regained your composure. “I’m moving out. Can’t afford this place without having a job,” you explained and this time you really went to your room. Seokjin, Ellie and Yoongi stayed behind in shock. Speechless and nobody dared to say anything when the last thing they heard from you was your bedroom door, which fell loudly into the lock. Yoongi looked into the box one last time and saw how the glass of the picture frame was finally shattered and lay scattered in the box. He would have to throw the frame away because some things were simply irreparable.

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Three days had passed since you lost your job. Three days in which you were desperately looking for a new shared apartment, hoping to get away from Yoongi as soon as possible. You couldn’t bear to see him any longer, knowing that your friendship was finally over. You were just happy that Yoongi seemed to have a little bit of decency left and that he hadn’t invited his girlfriend to your apartment for the last few days. You would probably have a fit if you had to listen to them having sex one more time.

On the other hand, you had never felt such a strong sense of indifference as you did at this moment. When you weren’t out looking at apartments, you were lying in your bed, with dozens of blankets piled on top of you, because you didn’t feel like you were getting really warm. You were haunted by the sayings of the two men during the presentation and the subsequent conversation with your boss and you simply couldn’t motivate yourself to look for a new job and write applications. Maybe the one man was right and you were not made for this industry.

With a sigh you turned to the other side. You looked at the room door and inevitably wondered what Yoongi was doing. It was Monday and you had noticed with surprise that he hadn’t gone to work that morning. That was strange, he never missed a day of work unless he was really really sick. Ellie had said goodbye to you on Friday and promised that you could always call her if you wanted to talk. In one short sentence you had explained to her that your phone was broken and that you had to save up for a new one. But you didn’t tell her the reason why your phone was broken.

After you surprised Namjoon in his office and the surprise was bigger than you thought (for everyone involved), you threw your phone into the parking lot of his office building out of anger. At that moment it had felt good to let the anger out at least a little bit, but that moment of joy was short. Not even a few seconds later you had cursed yourself as you picked up the remains of your phone from the floor.

That didn’t make the whole apartment hunting thing any easier. You had to give Yoongi’s phone number to which they were supposed to contact you if you were accepted. Yoongi accepted it with a shrug. He was probably as happy as you if you left as soon as possible. That’s why it made you even more insecure that no one had contacted you yet. You could have sworn that you had gotten along very well with the two guys in the small but very central apartment you had visited on Saturday morning. You were a bit disappointed that you apparently weren’t even good enough to find a shared flat.

Enough of feeling sorry for yourself, you pulled yourself together and headed for the kitchen. You forced yourself to eat at least one meal a day. But you wanted to immediately turn around when you saw Yoongi, who must have had the same idea as you. His feline ears were the only thing that showed you that he had noticed you. Wordlessly you moved around each other, always careful not to get too close to each other. “Hasn’t anyone called yet?” you asked casually as you grabbed some fruit from the fridge.

Yoongi froze beside you in his movement and the knife with which he had just cut vegetables fell out of his hand. He shook his head and wordlessly reached for the knife again. You watched him for a moment as he carefully and almost over-cautiously cut the vegetables and frowned. “Funny, I actually got along quite well with those two. Will you let me know if either of them calls?”

Yoongi froze again, but this time his reaction was even stronger. His tail stopped completely and you saw how he turned his ears slightly to the side. The sound that came from his chest surprised you and you flinched slightly when you heard the low growling.

“I’m sorry, I know this isn’t optimal right now. But I can’t find a place otherwise,” you apologized. Your heart was heavy and you felt guilty that you couldn’t even manage a simple apartment. “You know what, I’ll just call him. Then I’ll ask and maybe I can convince him that it is urgent,” you suggested.

Without asking, you reached for Yoongi’s cell phone, which was on the dining room table. When you turned your back to him, you missed the horrified look the hybrid cast at you. “I gave you the number. Did you save it in your contacts? Ah, here it is,” you talked more to yourself than to Yoongi when you dialed the number. After the third ring, he picked up.

“Hey, Sam,” you greeted him and tried your best to sound especially euphoric. “This is Y/N, I was there on Saturday for the apartment tour.”

“Oh, yes, Y/N,” he replied, almost sounding disappointed. Your heart sank when you imagined that he must be uncomfortable about having to give you a rejection over the phone.

“I just wanted to check if you had already decided who you were going to pick.” There was a moment of silence and all you could hear was the static on the phone. “Are you still there?” you asked.

“Uh, yes, I am!” Phew, at least he didn’t hang up on you. “Funny you ask. I called right away on Saturday afternoon and told your friend you could have the room.”

You look surprised. “Oh really? I’m so glad! When can I–”

“However, your friend said you weren’t looking for a room anymore, so we already promised the room to someone else.”

Now it was your turn to be silent on the phone.

“We’re really sorry, there must have been a misunderstanding, but we can’t cancel the other one now. I hope you understand that, Y/N,” he apologized and sounded seriously sad about it.

“No problem, but thanks anyway,” you said goodbye and hung up. You stared incredulously at the display of the mobile phone before turning 180 degrees. Your gaze fell on the back which Yoongi had turned towards you. Yoongi, who meticulously inspected the fish he was preparing.

“Yoongi,” you addressed him, but he didn’t bat an eyelash. There was no doubt that he had overheard the conversation. Angrily you bridged the few steps and turned him towards you at the shoulder with a firm grip. “What’s going on?”

He started to turn back, but you held his upper arm firmly. His eyes glided briefly to where you had clawed your fingers into his shirt before he looked at you. “What do you mean?”

You snorted contemptuously. “Stop it! You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Slowly but surely, Yoongi was driving you crazy. He wanted you to move out and was visibly irritated that it took you so long. But on the other hand, he kept you from getting a room. Did he want you to end up on the street? Yoongi had the nerve to shrug his shoulders and that was the last straw. “What’s wrong with you?! I’m really trying my best to avoid bothering you as much as possible and find a place to live as soon as possible. But you’re not making it easy for me with these kinds of actions.”

Still no answer. He was looking down at the floor and if you didn’t know any better, you would think he had a guilty conscience.

“Next time I get a positive answer, let me know immediately. So I can finally get out of here,” you said in conclusion. You put the fruit back in the fridge, or rather threw it back; you had lost your appetite. You were almost out the door when you heard Yoongi say “No” in a low voice.

Immediately, you turned around and stood before him again in the blink of an eye. “What do you mean no?”

He raised his head slowly and looked at you. “No, I’m going to tell every other guy who’s interested the same thing I told that jerk you just called.”

You didn’t know how to react. Whether to laugh or pull your hair out. Somehow you felt like crying. “What’s wrong with you, Yoongi?” you asked quietly and you felt your eyes start to burn. “I know I screwed up and said things I shouldn’t have said. But I’m already trying to get out of your life as soon as possible.”

“I don’t want that,” Yoongi said as softly as you did and you had trouble understanding him at all.

“What don’t you want?” you asked confused.

“That you’re moving out!” he exclaimed in frustration and threw up his arms. “I don’t want you to move out, I want you to stay here.”

“Yoongi, I can’t afford this place on my own–”

“Let me finish,” he interrupted you, obviously in a rage. “I want you to live here with me. I’ve been an ass these last few days and I know I can never make it up to you, but I don’t want us to part ways like this. Shit, I don’t ever want us to part ways. You know what I mean?” His monologue was over and he looked at you with his chest rising fast.

“I… don’t quite understand.”

Yoongi looked at you desperately, and you felt a lump in your throat as you saw the tears rolling down Yoongi’s cheeks. Reflexively, you raised your hands and embraced his face while your thumbs wiped away the tears. The reaction was immediate. No sooner had your fingers touched his skin than he leaned towards your touch and his eyes fluttered shut.

One of his hands leapt up and lay over yours, fearing you would let go of him again. When he opened his eyes again, there was so much sadness and despair in them that it almost tore your heart apart. “I miss you.” Those three words were all you needed to hear before you passed the last few inches and wrapped your arms around Yoongi. Yoongi didn’t hesitate for a second, wrapping his arms around your little body. His bushy tail also wrapped around the middle of your body and pulled you closer.

You ran your fingers through his blond curls and a grin spread across your face as he started purring. The sound was deep and you felt the vibration of his chest against yours. “God, I missed you so much,” you mumbled and felt the need to pull him even closer to you, even though it was impossible.

“Uh-huh,” the blond muttered, and a second later you felt his nose against your neck. You suppressed a shiver as he pressed it against your sensitive flesh. “You no longer smell of me,�� he whispered and his hot breath hit your skin. Yoongi moved down your throat to your neck and you had to suppress a moan when you suddenly felt his soft lips on your skin. You knew that his actions had no sexual intent whatsoever. It was his animalistic side that took over and he just wanted his owner to smell of him again.

Yet it seemed as if your body had forgotten that part as you tried to pull yourself together and hold back the arousal that was spreading in your abdomen. Yoongi rubbed his forehead and nose at various points of your throat and neck before he took a short sniff and hummed contentedly. “Much better,” he muttered and put his head back on your shoulder.

For a moment you stayed like this before you tried to detach yourself. Yoongi protested briefly by pressing you tightly, but gave in a little later. For a moment, you looked deeply into each other’s eyes before Yoongi asked: “Would you like to join me for dinner?”

You nodded with more than gratitude. The last few days, you had paid less attention to your physical health. A balanced dinner made your stomach growl and Yoongi laughed when he heard the sound. Immediately, he went back to work and prepared the ingredients. You helped him a little and it felt good to stand next to him in the kitchen again and talk about everything. The last few days the thought came to your mind not only once that it might never be the same between you again. However, all those fears seemed to be unfounded when Yoongi lightly nudged your shoulder with his and gave you a grin. Your heart fluttered at the sight and you quickly turned your gaze back to the worktop. Okay, maybe something had changed…

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"the wrath of mama seymour- or whatever the hell I’ve been labelled as" -Jane

Jane takes it upon herself to handle some nasty comments one particular account has been leaving the queens.

WC: 3072

For the most part, the queens got rave reviews, and their queendom was full of love and support. Every once in a while though, the queens got some hate, specifically Anna of Cleves and Jane Seymour- the two queens who arguably had it the least bad. While the others got hate sometimes, it was never anything that the queens would deem as true. Some might tell Katherine or Anne that they were “whores”, but the two knew this was not true. History might have depicted them as this, but they lived their lives. They knew they weren’t. Anne had actively tried to reject the king, and Katherine was forced into her situations. What these people had said about Jane and Anna was true- or at least those two thought so.

The fourth queen wasn’t one to put up with the comments. She would openly complain about them to the other queens, and she had even made it a point to call out the hateful comments that she got. Jane Seymour wasn’t like this.

The silver queen, hot-tempered and not so kind in her first life, knew that if she had said anything, it would only fuel the hate comments. So, she stayed quiet about it, letting these comments eat at her slowly.

“You’re responsible for Anne’s death. Don’t you feel even the slightest bit guilty about that? Bitch.”

“We all know the “i’m a kind sweet mum” act is fake. If you’re a bitch, just show it and let us hate you.”

“You don’t even deserve to be in the show. You had it the easiest.”

“The only one he truly loved? He only loved you because you had a son. But that son died before he could even do anything. After you died, you still failed. You don’t deserve to be remembered as queen, and you definitely don’t deserve to be in the likes of the other queens.”

That one hurt. That one comment hurt. The third queen did what she could to let it roll off her shoulders, but to no avail. That comment made her stomach flip.

Still, she did her best to stay kind, finally deciding to put out a video on her Instagram in attempts to stop the hate coming her way.

“Hi queendom. It’s Jane,” she said as sweetly as she could. “I’m here to address something with all of you. As we know, the idea of the queendom is to build others up, not tear them down. Now, I know we all know I say in my song that I’m unbreakable.” She paused, mulling over how she was going to word this. Her tone lowered a bit as she spoke quietly, “But the truth is, I’m not.” Her voice broke a bit as she said this. “I see every comment you all leave. I see every direct message, every private message, all of it. The kind comments are so lovely, and I appreciate them all so much. The not-so-kind comments are few and far between, and for that I’m thankful, but the ones that I do see hurt. I think we all just need a reminder to be kind to one another. Please remember the golden rules we were all taught: treat people the way that you want to be treated. If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all. That’s all I have to say for today, but I’ll leave you with this- you are enough. I’m sending you all so much love! Thank you.” She blew a kiss to the phone and waved before turning the camera off.

Almost immediately, fans started outpouring love to the third queen.

Roseamongstthethorns: i just wanna know who said something mean to jane because we are going to have some words

Sixqueenswalkintoabar: @janeyseymour we love u pls know that

AnnieBoleyn: whos talkin shit on my janey. I’ll fight em for u

Jane rolled her eyes at the green queen’s comment before replying.

JaneySeymour: @annieboleyn, i’m just speaking in general terms. Also, language dear.

AnnieBoleyn: @janeyseymour i say what i want #sorrynotsorry

Catherine_Aragon: you chaotic gremlin @annieboleyn

Jane laughed a bit at what Catherine had commented when she saw a notification pop up. A direct message from the account that had left that one particularly nasty comment.

Stop acting like you don’t talk shit on people. All you did was talk shit on Anne in your last life. That’s what got you the “queenly position” that you clearly didn’t deserve in the first place. Right? Just shut up bitch.

And so, Jane shut up. She ended up deleting her last post where all she did was try to address the issue, something that the other queens did quite often. She almost deleted her entire page accidentally (or not-so-accidentally if you asked the third queen).

“Janey! What are you trying to do: delete your whole account?” Anne teased.

“N-No,” the silver queen stammered out. “I-I uh, was just trying to delete a post. I guess I just hit the wrong button. Could you show me how?” She feigned confusion. It worked- the blonde was always asking for social media guidance anyway.

Everyday, this hateful account would send her messages. And every single day, against her better judgement, she opened the messages. The silver queen would roll her eyes and try to go on with her day, but it was affecting her, and the other queens were starting to take notice.

“Mum?” Katherine tried to get her adoptive mother’s attention. “Are you okay?” She had glanced at Jane, who was staring at her phone with tears in her eyes.

“Hmm?” The blonde lifted her gaze to the pink haired queen. “Oh.” She blinked away the tears. “I’m just fine dear. Just-”

“Are you having some trouble reading what’s on your screen?” The fifth queen was trying to be helpful. It was known in the house that the blonde wasn’t the most educated when it came to reading and writing. It was also known that Jane sometimes had a hard time reading what was on her screen if she didn’t have her glasses. “Here. I can help you.”

“Oh no, it’s nothing. I just-” The blonde was interrupted when the youngest queen took the phone out of her hand and read over the message on the screen, a horrified look appearing on her face.

“This fucking account,” Katherine huffed.

“Kit,” Jane sighed, never one for cursing unless necessary.

“Mum, this is necessary. This account has been harassing all of us.”

“Have they really been?” Jane’s interest piqued. Kat nodded her head. “Interesting.”

Over the next few days, Jane stayed quiet on social media. She saw the tweets and the comments on her “most recent post” asking why she deleted the video of her talking about being kind. Before she made her next move, she had to speak to the other queens.

“Hey Lina?” Jane asked one night as she was making dinner, the first queen accompanying her.

“What’s up Jane?”

“Kat told me about this horrid account and how they’ve been sending all of us hate messages. Do you mind if I take a look at what they’ve been sending you?”

“If you want, but you have to promise you won’t go all Mum.”

“I- I can’t promise that, but I’ll do my best.” The Hispanic handed over her phone, the messages already on screen. The first queen knew the exact account she was alluding to.

Queenly my ass. If you were so queenly, Henry wouldn’t have gone through all of the trouble he went through to divorce your sorry ass.

“What the-”

“It’s really not a big deal mija. Whoever this is, they don’t matter. Just leave it be.”

“Annie?” Jane wandered into the second queen’s room as they were all winding down for bed that night.

“What’s up Janey? Need some makeup remover again?” the green queen laughed as she scrounged her room for the wipes that the third queen asked for every once in a while.

“Actually, no. I bought a big thing of them the other day. I came to ask about something else.”

“Oh. What’s up?” Anne unceremoniously threw herself down on her bed.

“Kit and Lina were telling me about this awful account that has been-”

“Do you want to see the messages?” The blonde nodded, and the green queen threw her phone at the blonde.

You deserved to be beheaded, you whore. You should’ve never been queen in the first place, chasing after the king and getting him to divorce Catherine. How does it feel to be so wanted for such a short amount of time before all you were was another body?

“Annie, know that is not true.”

“I know Janey. Why do you think I’ve just ignored it? He’s not worth any of our time anyway.”

“I mean, he’s going right against the entire reason for our show.”

“Yeah, but he’s just not worth it. Don’t go all Mama Bear on him, okay?” Jane shrugged.

“Cleves?” Jane made her way into the kitchen first thing in the morning. “Are you back from your run yet?” She pulled her robe close to her body, muffling a yawn as she reached for the coffee pot.

“Seymour, you’re up early,” the fourth queen noted as she walked in through the back door.

“Well you know we’re both the earliest risers. Anyway, I have a question for you.”

“You wanna see my phone to check for any messages from that one shit account on Instagram?”

“How- how did you know?” Jane sputtered, flabbergasted.

“I heard you talking to Aragon and Boleyn. Here.” Anna tossed the blonde her phone.

“I don’t have my glasses with me. Oh boy.” Jane squinted her eyes to see the text on the phone.

Ugly bitch. How’s it feel following the only queen he truly loved, only to be rejected 6 months later? Shouldn’t even be compared to the other five. No idea how you managed to get yourself into the group, you irrelevant bitch.

“What he said isn’t true Cleves. You earned your place here.”

“What he said isn’t far from the truth Seymour. I know I didn’t have it the worst. I arguably had it the best if we’re being honest.”

“Please don’t let what he said get to you.”

“Hey Cath?” Jane wandered into the writer’s room late at night, two mugs of tea in hand.

“What’s up Jane? Can't sleep?”

“Not really. I’ve had a few things on my mind lately.”

“That account that’s just been shitting on all of us lately?” The sixth queen looked at the blonde knowingly. Jane just nodded.

“Here.” Cathy handed over.

What other stories do you have to claim? How about the one where you allowed your husband to groom Elizabeth, Anne’s precious daughter, and you joined in? Why don’t you reclaim that one, you sick twisted bastard?

“He’s-” Jane started.

“He’s not wrong.”

“Anne’s forgiven you for that.”

“She has, but I’ll never forgive myself. Is there a reason you’re so invested in this one account?”

“They’ve sent some not so kind things to me in the past few days.”

“Hey Kat?” Jane nudged the girl sitting next to her. When she heard a hum, she continued, “Can you tell me what that one account was saying to you?”

“Oh, it’s really nothing far from what other hate messages I’ve gotten.”

“Can I see? Only if you want to show me. You don’t have to of course.” The pink haired queen silently passed her phone over. The blonde adjusted the glasses on her face before she began to read.

You whore. You deserved to die. And I hope you felt that axe come down on your neck.

“Oh my god.” Jane was disgusted.

Did you really think you posting a stupid video of yourself speaking about being kind would stop me? It won’t. You six are all terrible women and it’s honestly deplorable that you would paint yourselves to be angels and use your stories to embrace the power of women when you know you have no power. You never did. You were all terrible people in your past lives. There is no way you changed that much in your present life. Worthless bitches.

To say the blonde was fuming was an understatement.

The next day, Jane went live- something she had never done before. It took her a few tries, but she was able to figure it out without any help from her fellow queens.

“Hello sweet queendom,” Jane said sweetly as she still tried to adjust her camera. “The other queens are out for the day, so I figured I would go live. We’re just going to wait a bit until a few more people get here, but then I have something that I’d like to say.”

The third queen greeted as many fans as she could as they made her way into the live, but she kept her eyes peeled for the one account that was sending them all hatred. As soon as she saw them enter, the warmth and love that had been in her eyes vanished.

“Ah, okay. I think we can get this started.”

Roseamongstthethorns: Why did you delete the video of you telling people to spread kindness?

“Well Rose, that’s actually why you’re all here right now. I have something to say about the hate that the fellow queens and I have been getting. So listen up, because I’m only going to say this once. Do you hear that, instagrammer1549?” She knew she was being ballsy calling out this one particular account, but there were no names attached to the account. She wasn’t doing anything to put this person full of hatred in danger.

“We can all deal with some of the not so kind comments that are thrown our way. We as queens choose to ignore them and carry on with what we do because we love what we do. We support each other, and we hope that using our voices and sharing a part of our story will help empower other women to share their stories too. We’re all in this together. However, when you start coming at us for things that we couldn’t prevent, like... dying... let’s say, it is absolutely disgusting. Catherine couldn’t prevent being divorced. She handled that situation like a queen, even going as far to get down on her hands and knees and beg Henry to let her know what she did wrong. Anne refused the king for years. I couldn’t help that I died, and I certainly couldn’t help that my son, who you have no right to talk about, was plagued with a sickness that took him much too soon from this earth. You have no right to talk to Anna like that. She was beautiful then, and she is beautiful now. And even if she wasn’t so beautiful on the outside, she is so much more beautiful on the inside than you could ever be. You sending those comments does not help your case much. Katherine was forced into those relationships. She was a mere child, and we all know that children can not consent. How very dare you go and tell a young woman that you hope she felt it as the axe came down on her neck. What kind of, as you called Cathy, “sick, twisted bastard” says something like that to a nineteen year old? And finally, how dare you bring up horrid stories from our past and plague Cathy with the guilt of something that happened almost 500 years ago.”

Sixtudorqueens: okay Jane, go off. We support.

“None of us are perfect. We all know our imperfections, and we’ve all made peace with it. Yes, we all did some very questionable things in our past. What happened then, while we all are horrified at our past behaviors, we have forgiven each other because we know the truth of our story. We did what we had to do to survive. But, the six of us as a group have made such wonderful process in this life, and we are truly coming out of it better than we ever could have by ourselves. Those girls are my family. Say what you want about me. I don’t care. I have a family to help me build myself back up when haters tear me down and my heart is broken. But, so help me god, if I hear of one more person coming after any of our children or my sisters again for something so personal- well,” Jane laughed bitterly. “-quite frankly, you don't want to know what will happen. Keep your disgusting comments to yourself.”

The comment section blew up, and the amount of likes her live was getting was astronomical.

Sixqueenswalkintoabar: okay mama seymour, GO OFF!

Roseamongsttthethorns: YES JANE. @instagrammer1549, there is a special place in hell for you.

Catherine_Aragon: Jane I thought we talked about not going Mum.

“Lina, I bit my tongue for long enough. It had to be said. On that note,” Jane paused to take a deep breath, the warmth that usually radiated off of her returning. “For the rest of the queendom who has shown us nothing but love and kindness, thank you. We really do see every message, comment and twitt-”

Sixtudorqueens: tweets*

“Tweet,” Jane corrected herself. “So thank you for that kindness. For now, I’m ending this live, but I do hope that you will all remember what I’ve said. Please, only spread kindness. That’s the, as Anne and Kat say, “vibe” that we’ve created for the queendom. If you don’t have anything nice to say, perhaps just don’t say anything at all. Please remember that you have a voice. Please remember to use that voice to spread kindness and love, not hatred. The world already has enough of that in the world. No need to create more.” With that, Jane ended the live.

“So,” Anne bit back a smirk at the dinner table that night.

“We all saw your live Seymour,” Anna bit the bullet and spoke about what they were all thinking.

“Kind of impressed you could figure that out without one of us Mum,” Katherine smiled slightly. “I'm proud of you.”

“What I said had to be said,” Jane affirmed as she took a bite of her dinner. “You don’t come after my family and not feel the wrath of “Mama Seymour” or whatever the hell I’ve been labelled as.”

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revisionaryhistory · 4 years ago

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Three Days ~ 101

~*~Sebastian~*~

"You want to do what?" Emily, my manager, sounded shocked.

"You heard me. I'll post something this weekend to give them time to work themselves into a frenzy.”

"No, Sebastian. You need to wait. We need to talk about this. Come up with a plan. What you're going to say and what you're willing to answer."

I was shaking my head by the end of her second sentence. "I know what I want to say and I'm not sure what I'm willing to answer. I thought I'd have you, Emma, and maybe a friend text me anything I might miss that you think is important."

"Why now?"

"I'm trying to do things differently."

"Not existentially why now. Why Wednesday now?"

"Ah." I chuckled. "I'm going home. Emma will be at my place. We'll be out and about. I'd rather say my piece before the next fan runs onto us. We leave for the beach Sunday. I don't want to ask my friends to limit what they post. I'm done with all that. I'm going on vacation with my girlfriend and friends and my birthday is Wednesday. I want to be able to post a picture of the celebration if I want to. Chances are good Emma will be beside me."

Emily looked serious. She was thinking. I was waiting. It took a minute. "Ok, you post a selfie this weekend and announce you'll be doing an Instagram Live on Wednesday at 10 am New York time. That's good. You're in an airport and can use your flight boarding as an easy out. I'll meet you at JFK to update you on reaction and if we need to do any clean-up. You coming home early gives us a couple of days before you leave for the island."

"Gives me a couple of days to get back on the right sleep schedule." I ignored the rest because it was basically a recap of what I'd told her and I was not dealing with this right off the plane. She can take the credit if it makes her feel useful.

In a predictable move, I ran this by the only person in my life I knew would be one hundred percent objective. Celie. There's nothing like a good therapist. I went into detail with her, in a way I hadn't Emma or Emily, and she helped me hone my message and clarify a few things. By her questions, I thought she agreed with Ed and liked how I'd taken in what he'd said. The conversation ended with Celie telling me she was proud of me for doing something outside of my comfort zone. Thing is, I'm not uncomfortable.

Over the weekend I posted a picture with "Join me Wednesday at 10 am NY time for an IG Live. From Paris." written across. My caption told them to start thinking about questions. The comment section went batshit crazy in under fifteen minutes.

I made some notes for myself and practiced on Emma Tuesday night.

"What do you think?"

She slowly started to smile, "I think it's good. You kept the focus on yourself while addressing the shit they do. You shared enough to connect, but not so much to invite an invasion of privacy. You come across thoughtful and human. Whoever this girlfriend of yours is, she's one lucky bitch."

Laughter burst out of me, "Exactly what I needed to hear. Whoever winds up with you is a lucky mother fucker."

"Best not to call your mother a bitch.”

She was right, I’d rethought “lucky son of bitch” and somewhere in my history I had fucked a mother. I cringed, "Exactly. Speaking of my mother, she tells me she's coming to your place for coffee before you two head to lunch."

"She is." She waved her hand around, "We'll find something to do. Plus, she'll see where her son stays when he's in town."

I pointed to my nose, "There ya go."

"You are her baby boy."

"Always."

"In a little more than twenty-four hours you'll be my boy again."

"Always your boy too."

~*~*~*~

I left packing until the morning. I'd be forced to get up early and would hopefully need a nap after Paris. That would help get me back in the right time zone and I had a feeling I would need the rest.

I deplaned quickly, went to the bathroom, and settled in the back of the lounge with a glass of wine and a snack. I set up my iPad for Instagram with my phone in view on the table. Once connected and seeing comments rolling in I tapped on the screen, "Is this thing on?"

Responses confirmed I could be heard as well as seen.

"Good morning, everyone. Sorry, it’s so early. I'm on my way home from Italy. It's three in the afternoon here."

I saw a comment zoom by asking where I was.

I turned the iPad around, "I'm in the airport lounge. It's Paris so there's plenty of wine, cheese, and bread here."

I had barely turned the iPad back around before my phone lit up with a text from Emma saying, "Umm, cheese."

I smiled and went on, "I wanted to talk about a couple of things and then you guys can ask some questions.”

"I see about eleven million questions about my girlfriend." I rolled my eyes because I just answered one. "I want to take a minute to talk about the video and picture from San Diego. I read some of the comments. I want you all to lay off the girls who posted. We were on a public beach and I talked to the girls who took the video at the Comic Con. They know I think it’s too far. I’ve handled it, so please leave it.

The comments directed at me fall into three camps. Thank you to those of you who are happy for me regardless of what’s going on in my private life. The other two I’m stuck with how to handle. If I don’t say anything some of you think it means she’s not important to me, it’s a fake relationship, or just a fling. But if I say anything some of you think it’s fake because I’ve always been private, or she's told me I have to, or how my ex's have to be hurt because I never said anything about them." I held my hands palm up and made a face. "None of those things are true. Usually, I keep quiet until I blow or get passive-aggressive, but I’m going to try something different. This doesn’t change my wanting my private life to be private. I do want to be clear on a few things.

“I once dated someone who didn’t want kids. Ever. Now she has three. She didn’t call to let me know or apologize for not wanting kids with me. She just lived her life. Time and relationships are supposed to change you. You learn and grow. You change your mind about things. I get to do that too.

“My relationship is important to me. It’s not fake, it’s not a fling, and she isn’t making me do anything. That’s not how healthy relationships work.” I paused for a second, “Emma is kind and smart and funny and beautiful. I can’t control what you say about her, but I can let you know I’m protective. I see what you say and it both hurts and angers me. Being with me shouldn’t make her a target.”

I smiled, "I've just answered about half the questions. You got an answer and a name. Will I answer anything else?" I shrugged, "Maybe."I knew damn well I was going to answer more questions about Emma. Depended on the question. Why? Because it was my decision. I'd chosen to talk about her.

That makes a big difference. My phone lit up with a text from Will, “You did good.”

And "You're getting laid well tonight", from Chace.

Like that was ever in question. Not relevant either. I didn't do this to get laid. Won't complain if it’s a side effect, though.

I'd been leaning forward. Now, I sat back and held my arms out to the side, "Ok, ask away."

“How was Rome? Hot. I thought Atlanta in the summer was humid. It's got nothing on Italy. There was this gelato place on the Piazza de Novara." I moaned, "Delicious. And they delivered. The double chocolate.

“Looking forward to D3? Absolutely, shit with Mackie is always, umm, unpredictable. Shooting The Falcon and the Winter Soldier will be fun. Like all the Marvel stuff. Hopefully, you all will have fun watching.'

Going to TIFF? Yes, Ending, Beginnings is showing. All three of us will be there. I’m honored to be there again. Love Canada and getting to meet so many of you. Proud of the movie. Drake, Jamie, and Shailene were amazing. The whole experience was.

"Does Emma know you're in love with her?" I laughed, "Yes. She's aware.

"How'd you meet Emma? I'll answer because it's a cute story. I met her in the grocery store. I looked like a cross between a homeless person and a drug addict. She helped me find chocolate chips. She's one of the kindest people I've ever known. I asked her to dinner. Smartest thing I've done in a long time.

“When does TFATWS start filming? Later this year. Plan is October in Georgia to start. MCU likes Georgia. I love Georgia. Good things come from Georgia. No idea where else. I go where the plane takes me.

“Where is Emma? Hopefully on her way to my place.” Emma sent me a text. “Ooops, no, I forgot. She’s having lunch with my mom, then to my place.

“Which is Emma’s favorite movie? Let’s give her a minute and she’ll tell me.” When the answer came, I closed my eyes and shook my head. I decided to read it anyway. “She says ‘The Apparition because your hair was so good.’ She’s fucking with all of us.” Another text came through. “Fave Marvel is Civil War because oh, come on. Non-Marvel is iTonya because Jeff is so not like you. Fave other is TJ, always and forever TJ.” I gave a one-shouldered shrug, “There ya’ go.” I looked over my laptop toward the monitor with flight status. “My flight is getting ready to board. I need to go to the bathroom and steal some French cheese. I appreciate you all giving me some time and I hope you enjoyed the Q & A.”

I slept a couple of hours on the flight. I keep doing the sleep math. Rome time minus New York time plus length of nap multiplied by adrenaline equals actual time in my body. None of which means anything, but here we are. I bought some deodorant and baby wipes to freshen up while I waited for my luggage. Customs was a breeze and I was on my way home earlier than I'd planned.

Sebastian ~ On my way. If traffic sucks, you'll hear me screaming. Emma ~ I'm so excited to see you. Sebastian ~ Please tell me you're at my place. Emma ~ For hours. Sebastian ~ Do we have wine?

Emma ~ We do. Shall I decant? Sebastian ~ Sounds good. I want to call you and talk to you until I walk in the door. Except I don't want to hear your voice until I can see you. Emma ~ I love you. Sebastian ~ Yes. That. Exactly.

Instead, I closed my eyes and concentrated on my breathing. Meditation helped make the thirty-minute ride feel like only two hours.

I was a little disappointed when Emma didn't fling the door open when she heard my key. Maybe she's waiting in the bedroom. I opened the door, "Honey, I'm ho.... oh wow."

Emma was sitting on the couch in black lace and lots of ribbons. Ribbons lacing up the front of the corset. The two sides weren't even close to being pulled together, which meant skin was showing between the criss crossed ribbons. Her stocking covered legs were crossed where I could see ribbon garters attached to the corset. My eyes had barely reached her black stilettos when she uncrossed her legs. I followed the movement and got a very “Basic Instinct” view thanks to crotchless panties. She stood up, letting her hot pink silk robe slide off to land in a puddle on my floor.

I stood there with my mouth hanging open and flailing behind me to lock the door.

Emma walked toward me, "Welcome home." Her hands ran up my chest to my shoulders.

I put my hands on her hips contacting the bare skin below the corset. Soft smooth skin. So warm. "Thank you. I feel very welcomed."

"You were supposed to get home on Friday. You're early, but I still dressed for Fantasy Friday."

I nodded with a smile and checked out the way her breasts spilled over the top of the corset. "This is much better than a purple fairy."

"And no wings to crumble."

"I’m still going to try."

Emma closed the distance, pressing her body and lips against me. She made a sound that was a cross between a hum and a sigh. I moved my hands to her face, "I have missed you so fucking much. I love you."

I didn’t wait for her to say it back before kissing her. My open mouth met hers and our tongues tangled slowly. She tasted of wine. Delicious. Her arms wrapped around my neck and I held her tight. The feel of her in my arms and the kiss set my senses on fire. Everything felt right.

Her fingernails scraped against my scalp and threatened to snap the thin thread of control I was holding onto. I slid my hand down to her ass to pull her hips closer. However, my progress was thwarted by something fuzzy. I pulled away from the kiss and looked around at her ass, "Do you have a tail?"

"I do have a tail."

I patted the fluffy white ball of fur and was startled when Emma let out a gasp turned moan. I moved back to look into her eyes, "Is your tail connected to a butt plug?" With just the thought my cock tried to punch through my pants.

"It is." Emma kissed me slowly and thoroughly. "I wanted us to have options."

I swallowed hard, "Options are good."

I slipped my hand up from the back of her neck into her hair. The other I planted at the base of her spine with my pinky on her tail. I had plans. My mind was racing with them. What I really wanted was for all the thoughts and plans to blow away to just enjoy whatever we got into. I was confident we'd get into everything.

I got close, within an inch of kissing her before I stopped. I pulled my head back a bit, "Wanna make out?"

She cocked her head to the side, "With you?"

I nodded with raised eyebrows and a smirk.

She tilted her head in the other direction like she was considering her answer, "I'd like that very much." I moved to kiss her but was stopped by her finger on my lips. "I need a promise first."

"I promise I will still respect you in the morning."

She frowned, "I'd prefer you didn't." Pulling her finger away, she kissed me. "Promise you won't stop at making out. You haven't had me in forever."

"Haven't had you?" Emma is playing with me. Dangerously. Not really. I took her hand and brought it to my mouth for a kiss. "I promise I will have you in every way I can imagine." I kissed her and used my pinky to wiggle her tail, "Plus the way you have."

Emma smiled, "You can kiss me now."

I sighed heavily, "Finally." I looked at her hand I was still holding. "What to do with this?" I put her hand on the front of my pants. "There's good." Her grip on my cock tightened, "Very good."

My eyes drifted closed the second before our mouths met. Pretty sure the talking and teasing were over. It was for me. I had better things for my tongue to be doing. Starting with kissing her long, slow, and deep. I could feel the kiss all the way to my toes. The way her fingers dug into my back told me she could too.

I moved to her neck, wasting no time and going straight to the spot that never failed to make her knees go weak. Emma's hand went to the back of my head, "Mmm, I love you, Bastian."

There is nothing, no words, I like to hear more. I know she loves me, without a doubt. "I'm taking you to bed now." I picked her up, cradling her in my arms, and took off down the hall. I laid her on the bed and checked out her clothes again. Again, I was treated to a view of all her pink parts. "Those panties serve no purpose."

Emma hooked the loops on one hip, "One more thing for you to untie."

"Oh yeah." I crawled into bed and knelt between her legs. I pulled the panty ribbons and with an assist of Emma lifting her hips I tossed them over my shoulder. I grabbed at my t-shirt, letting it join her panties.

Emma licked her lips while her eyes covered my chest and stomach. She wants me. I slowly slid my fingers inside her, my thumb on her clit. She squirmed against me, responding to my touch. I watched a few seconds before leaning forward to place a wet kiss in the centermost gap of bare skin between the laces. "I love this."

"I thought you might."

"But I want you out of it."

I took my fingers from inside her and went for the bow at the bottom of the corset. I took my time pulling each ribbon through its hole, running my finger over her skin each time. My nail accidentally scraped against her and I watched her stomach jump. I pushed the two sides apart. Her nipples were tight. I took one in my mouth, circling my tongue around it, while shifting my eyes up to hers. "Any idea how much I want you?"

Her hand under my chin guided me up to kiss her. "About half as much as I want you."

"That's good." I kissed her. "It's wrong, but good." Another kiss before I sat back between her legs. I untied the laces to her stockings. I lifted one of her legs, tossed her shoe behind me, and rolled the stocking down and off. I kissed her ankle and the side of her knee before repeating with her other leg. Now that she was naked, I supported myself on hands on either side of her hips, stretching my legs out behind me, and dropped down to get my first taste of her.

I made myself comfortable. I was going to be here awhile. Slow and easy. She was worth savoring. I licked and sucked her clit while my fingers worked inside her. When she was good and squirming, I gave her tail a tug. Emma arched off the bed and I could feel the shift of the butt plug against my fingers inside. The added sensation had her scraping her nails across my scalp and pulling at my hair.

"Bastian, oh fuck, I..." Her words died in the air as her neck arched.

Good thing I didn't need the rest of the sentence, I just needed a few more seconds. Before her orgasm had finished I covered her body with mine, kissing her while I reached for the condoms on the nightstand. I rolled to my back and Emma was easing onto my cock as I covered it with the condom.

"I love your impatience."

Emma laid over me, "I love you."

I put my hands on her face, kissing her while her hips pumped with me inside her. "I love you,"

We silently moved together for several long minutes with our eyes locked. It was intense. In the quiet, I felt everything and in her eyes I saw everything. Too soon it started to be too much and I needed her to stop, "Em, don't move."

Emma settled herself down on me, tucking her hands under my shoulders, "I could stay like this all night."

"That would be good." I synchronized my breathing to hers. The eye contact and breathing amped up the intimacy, but the lack of movement let my body calm down. I slid my hands down to her ass, squeezing her ass checks up, I must have shifted something inside her because her breath caught. I smiled while putting a hand on her tail, shifting things intentionally. "Can I take this out and replace it with me?"

"Tell me how you want me?"

"I want too much to see you. So on your back at the edge of the bed."

I winced when my cock left the warmth of her pussy. I grabbed the lube while she moved where her heels were barely on the bed and she propped herself up on her elbows. "I want to watch."

I grabbed the tail, but before I pulled it out, I expressed a wish, "I wish I'd been her to watch you put it in."

Emma smiled, "It took a few minutes to get it in and about half that to get used to. Could you feel you weren't alone inside me?"

"Yeah, there was something hard limiting room and pressing along the underside of my cock. Felt good." I twisted the tail and pulled gently. It was in there tight. I groaned. Soon that tightness would be holding me.

Emma put her hand over mine, "Slow and steady, it will pop out." She pushed my hand while I pulled and suddenly it gave way. I held it up where I could get a look. She was ready to take me. I covered myself in lube and moved up to her, placing the head of my cock at her lower entrance. I glanced up at Emma. Her lips were parted in a smile with her little pink tongue poking out. I needed both hands to get inside her. With not much pressure I slipped past the guardian ring with both of us letting out a moan. Her body took me easily. The butt plug was a big success. A few strokes and I was deep in her ass.

There was a tiny voice in the back of my head. A voice that gives orders from a time gone by. Right now it's saying Emma's my woman and I get to have her anyway I want. I know it's neanderthal and a fully cognizant brain knows better. However, right now the cognizant part of my brain has been tied up and gagged in a tiny storage closet. The neanderthal is in change. He wants me to fuck her, take her, claim her. Very neanderthal. I like his advice but he's a little over the top. I blame my excitement from the taboo of it, that she prepped herself, and how good it felt. I leaned over to kiss a nipple, pulled away with my teeth, and sunk all the way inside her. I let out a low groan. The way she squeezed and wrapped around me felt incredible.

Emma stretched up, "Kiss me.”

Her pupils were blown out. I started to smirk, knowing I’d done that, I’d made her feel. Everything. I did as she asked and pressed our bodies together where I could kiss her. Our tongues played hide and seek for a bit before giving that up for more. I couldn’t stay still. It felt too good. I slid no more than a slow inch in and out of her. At first anyway. A longer stroke. A little faster. Her nails scoring my back either meant good or a warning to slow down. I went with slow down, just in case.

Emma pushed me away, “No, don’t slow down.”

Ooops, I went the wrong way. I stood up and added more lube before faster. Slippery was always better. I thrust harder and faster, trusting she’d tell me if it was too much. She never asked for less. I ran my hands over her stomach to her breasts. Emma held my hand to her breast then held onto my forearm. I squeezed harder and she moved her hips, meeting me thrust for thrust. Each raise of her hips caused her to tighten around me. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Yes, oh fuck, don’t stop.”

I wasn’t going to last with anything harder or faster. I squeezed her nipple hard between my fingers. I laid my other hand low on her stomach with my thumb on her clit. We were both lost in it the feel of what we were doing. I felt my orgasm coming, no stopping it, and fell over onto her where I could whisper in her ear. My voice sounded hoarse and strained, “I’m going to come inside you, fucking you, then go down on you fast so you come too. Gonna come so hard inside you, Emma.” I kissed her quickly. Hard. I went back to standing and slammed myself into her the few last times before I cried out, being rocked with an orgasm that almost had my knees giving out. I didn’t fight it and dropped down beside the bed to bury my face in her. As soon as I got the condom off my hands joined in. I pushed her legs as far apart as they’d go before using my fingers to fuck her. Everywhere. From up on my bed I heard gasps and heavy breaths.

“Jesus, fuck, fuck, oh god, Bastian, I’m gonna come, oh fuck, baby, gonna come. Oh . . . fuck.”

The rambling was incredibly hot. I backed off her clit before she could push me away. I licked around her, where my fingers were still inside her, and slowly took them away. The first time we’d had anal she felt empty and vulnerable after. I was going to try and stave that off. I pulled my fingers from her pussy first and grabbed another condom. I needed my other hand to get it on my not completely hard cock. My mouth tended to where my fingers had been with soft licks and warm kisses. With the condom on I moved us both up the bed and pushed into her as much as I could. I didn’t need to be deep, I just needed her to feel me. The soft slickness of her pussy holding me, keeping us connected. I rolled to my side, taking her with me, and pulled her leg over my hip. Emma held onto me and started the kissing. Not needy or intense, just slow and easy.

Emma was laying on one arm that wrapped over to hold onto her shoulders. My other arms laid over her with a hand on her ass, guaranteeing she stayed tight to me. And my barely if at all hard cock was nestled in her warmth and maybe a little inside her. There’s no way she doesn’t feel me all over her.

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darktammy · 5 years ago

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It’s My Decision (part 2)

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Part 2 if you wanna be tag let me know don’t be shy. enjoy.

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You and Roman sat on the sofa in your place together, you were still trying to figure out what just happened. “I saw Ro, I just only met her yesterday the ring…” You look at your finger then back at him. “Y/n listen....I’m just like you lost for words, but you do know what’s going to happen right?” Roman looked with concern. You nodded your head at him. “Right now I just need to find her and just finger this whole thing out now.” You explained to Roman. He nodded his head as you both looked back at the tv.

Seth was furious when he watched the news. “This bitch thinks she can one up me uh.” Becky sat next to him. “Seth babe let it go ok. If you keep this up then she’s going to win.” Seth looked at Becky with clam eyes. “Babe she bashed you, you think i’m going to sit here and take that?” Seth explained. She sighed as she looked down. “You know how much I hate Y/n. I think she might be doing this just to get back at us, but why have someone as big as Amy to do her dirty work?” Seth looked at Becky with a smile. “You know what baby you might be right. I should look into this whole thing and see who’s really using who.” Seth smiled as he gave Becky a kiss.

Amy was watching the news with a smile on her face. She looks at her phone to see her friends leaving her text messages saying congrats. She heard a knock at her door as one of the maids opened to see who it was. “Amy it’s me Tony.” he said walking in. SHe smiled as she gave him a hug. “So what’s the pain of getting your fiance out of WWE?” She sighs as she looks at him. “Right now my lawyers are looking into it. She signed that contract knowly, but they said they found a loophole in it.” He nodded his head. “Well my workers can’t wait to see her in there.” Tony said with a smile. “Hey Tony, claim down already.” Amy told him. “I can’t I mean look at it, my only cousin is going to finally get married? How could I. Oh and plus she’s going to be working with my brand, that just makes things even better.” Tony said with excitement. Amy shook her head.

Meanwhile you and Roman were both out having lunch together. “Hey baby girl slow down on the drinks.” He laughed a bit. You just had two glasses of jacks just to ease what was going on. “Yeah your right I should eat my burger and then the fries I guess.” As you start to eat your lunch you look up to see an old co-worker of yours. “Oh shit Ro.” He looked back to see Taker sitting by the bar. “Yeah I knew this was going to happen.” Roman said. “Now you know why I’m here then?” Taker said as he turned to look at the both of you. You mumble as you take another shot of jacks.

Tony and Amy were with the lawyers in court waiting for Vince to show with his lawyers. “I can’t wait to see what’s gonna happen when they come.” Amy said. He looked at her with a smile. “He’ll come, I know because you called him out.” They both laughed as Cody walked in. “Hey Tony.” He smiled at Cody while Amy nodded. “I’m not going to miss this for the world.” Cody said with excitement. “Well rest assured my finance will be out of this hell hole that they put her in. I know she’ll be better off with you guys.” Amy assured both Tony and Cody. After an hour that has passed Vince with his son in law triple H both walk in with their attorneys. “Let the battle begin.” Amy said as they all walked into a small courtroom.

Seth was sitting in his car waiting for you to show up to your home. He was parked no more than a block away from your building. “Alright, Y/n where are you.” As he was watching and waiting for you to show. You were walking down the block until you saw Seth’s car. “Oh you have got to be kidding me.” You said to yourself. Thank goodness there was a back door for you to enter. So you walk the back block just so Seth doesn't see you. As you entered the back of the building you made to the elevator and up to your floor. You walk to your door taking your keys out just so you can get in. Once inside you walk to your window to see Seth’s car still park up a block from your building. “Get a life loser.” You said as you closed your curtains.

After a few hours of long deliberation Vince finally made an agreement with Amy. “Alright then I’ll let her go, but if she ever talks about my company I’ll sue her ass into the ground.” Vince told her. “Are you threatening my woman Vince?” Amy said with a claim voice. “Your damn right.” He said Triple H look at Vince then look down shaking his head. “Looks like we have another court date to meet with.” She said with a smile on her face. “She’s telling the truth you just threatened Y/n, and in the agreement that you just signed Mr.McMahon.” The judge showed Vince, “You can’t not have any one of your guys going after her speaking to her or even threatening her. Unless their family and in this case we know Roman is her foster brother so he's ok.” Vince looked back at Amy who had a smile on her face. “Well see you in court Mr.McMahon.” Amy, Tony and Cody all got up with their attorney and walked out the room leaving both Vince and Triple H in shock.

You were eating some chinese food when your phone rang you looked to see it was Amy, you answered. “Hey babe, you have a lot of explaining to do with me.” you said in a low tone. “You sound sexy when you're mad. Listen I have good news you're free.” Amy said happily. You got up and started to look around your room. “What do you mean free?” you ask. Amy smiled, “You are free to join Tony in AEW now, now you can sign and join them.” You smiled as you started to up and down with joy. “Thank you Amy I’m so happy thank you so much I can’t wait to sign.” Tony was smiling, “Hey tomorrow morning will meet up have lunch and you can sign.” He said. You nodded as you looked down. “Yes, that would be great, thank you once again. Oh Amy?” You ask, “Yes darling?” Amy asks. “Uh you know what never mind. I’ll…” A loud knock was heard from your door. “Hey Amy how fast can you get here?” Your voice was enough for her to tell Tony to step on it to your home. “I’m on my way.” Amy yelled.

You start to walk to the door as you take a look through the peephole you saw Seth standing outside of your door. “Hey Y/n come on I know your home. You're the only one who would scream like if something good happens.” You were in shock as you started to add the other locks on your door. “Hey dollface, come one now let’s talk for a minute ok just me and you.” Seth tried to make his voice sound smooth. You move away from the door as you walk to the window hoping to see Amy’s car. You whisper to yourself “Seth go away please.” The knock on the door gets louder. “Hey Y/n open the fucking door already! I know that whole show your so called finance did online was fake, for what to get back at me for what did with Becky? Open the fuck door so we can talk.” He said

You tried to black out the noise that was from the other side of your door. “Go away Seth!” You begged, but it was no good because Seth kept on bagging on your door. You close your eyes trying to block out the noise. You feel into your own little world because you couldn’t hear anything. You started crying from the noise reminding you from your past with your father when he used to beat your mother. The yelling, the shouting, hands beating on the door made you yell out. Then without you knowing someone had already come in. You look up still dizzy with tears. “Hey Y/n are you alright?” You look at him for a minute then it hits you. “Tony?” You looked around and you saw a few more. “Roman is that you?” You ask. “I got her bro?” You look to see a man with blue eyes and short brown hair picking you up. You yelp little as you look at him. “Hey Y/n are you alright?” He asked. You just nodded as you closed your eyes. The last person you heard was Amy.” Y/n hey!”

Everyone was in the hospital due to the fact that you fainted. “This is not the first time this happened to her.” Roman spoke. Everyone in the room looked at him. “ She came from an abusive home. Her father beat her mother all the time.” Amy sat on the hospital bed where you were laying on. “My poor girl.” She said while holding your hand. Roman looks at Amy then at you. Her father was a friend of my dad’s so yeah you can say we're family. I mean after what happened with her mother.” Everyone look at Roman. “What happened with her mother?” Amy asks. Roman sigh. “When Y/n was just a teen, we walked home together. She asked me to come over to her house so we can do our history project together. Once when she opened the door we both saw something we thought we would only see in horror movies. I remember she let out blood curdling screams, when we saw her mother hanging upside down. Her inside body organs were cut, her eyes were rolled into the back of her head. Teeth, tongue lips were all gone.”

Everyone in the room was quiet after roman described what happened with Y/n mother. “They were looking for her father after what happened. Turns out Y/n, father was selling organs on the black market. Fast cash, and the woman well his a shocker, that was never Y/n’s mother in the first place.” Everyone in the room looked at him. “Yeah they ran a DNA on the woman with her and it turns out all those years poor Y/n thought the woman she called mommy was never her mother.” Amy held you hand tight as she tried not to cry. “Hey Ro you sure you want to conute the rest?” Jon who was standing next to Roman the whole time pat Romans back. “Yeah I do if Amy wants to know about her.” Roman looked at her. Amy nodded.

Her father was found three days later, he was looking for Y/n to take her away, but my family took her. She was sharing a room with my sister at that time. Everyone was asleep except my dad, that man never sleeps like that. My sister got up because she thought she heard a noise so she walked out the room to go find our dad. The sound of glass breaking woke us up. My dad got up and ran up the stairs and all we heard was Y/n crying out for help. My dad thought fast grabbing him in a choke hold while he saw her trying to kill Y/n.” Amy looked at you while you were still asleep. “What did your father do to her dad?” Amy asks already knowing how it ends. “My father killed him by breaking his neck.” Roman said. Everyone in the room was dead silent.

Roman walk right up to you. “After what happened we all moved out of the house we lived in, and right to Florida was our new home. Yes Y/n was adopted into the family and yes her last name is Anoa’i it’s not her father’s anymore.” He said with a smile. Cody had a smile on his face as he looked at you in the bed. “Damn I mean I have all but respect for your dad roman I really do.” Tony said. He nodded his head. “How did you guys know she was in trouble in the first place?” Roman looks at Tony. “I called Jon because I knew he was with you at the time me, Tony, and Amy were at court.” Jon nodded, “Yeah the way you sounded it was scary, but thank god we were having a few beers together.” Roman smirks a little. “I’m going to stay with her until she wakes up.” Amy said.

“Sure just call me when she wakes up so that way we can find out what happened.” Roman said. Amy smiled at him while everyone walked out of the room leaving just you and Amy. “Now then my love, your mother was not your real mom.” She nodded her head as she started to think. “I think it’s time for me to dig into your past to find out who your real mother is.” She said as she looked at you.

#roman reigns #roman reigns x reader #jon moxely x reader #jon moxley #tony khan #cody rhodes #seth rollins #becky lynch #seth rollins x reader #seth rollins x becky lynch

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anna-justice · 5 years ago

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Lost or Found - 9

Summary: As Jay, Hailey, Kim, Adam and Kevin start their junior year in the wake of a tragic summer, the past year of their lives comes back to haunt them. If you enjoyed Pretty Little Liars, this is for you! *UPSTEAD/BURZEK High School AU

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9 - Happiness is a Butterfly ...

Hailey leaned against Jay’s truck while she waited for him, once again he was her ride home. The events from the night before replayed in her head and she couldn’t keep the smile off her face when she saw him walking toward her. They hadn’t spoken alone since it happened, they had seen each other in class of course, but they were surrounded by their friends. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting from him, as close as they had gotten she still couldn’t read him. She wasn’t sure anybody could.

The smile on Hailey’s face was priceless as Jay approached her, his stomach churned with guilt, but Adam’s words were ingrained in his brain. He enjoyed the fleeting moment of complete happiness while it lasted, pretending that he wasn’t going to have to end whatever existed between them in a few short moments. As much as he hated it, it wasn’t fair to her. She deserves someone who knew exactly what they wanted and how they were feeling and not wrapped up in all the shit that they were.

“Hey stranger.” She said smirking, Jay took her in. She was leaning against his truck, and for some reason the sight of her pushing herself off of it had him feeling some type of way. Her blonde hair was falling down over her shoulders, which was a rare occurrence, and her black ripped jeans were a perfect fit.

Jay snapped out of his trance, suddenly realizing that she was probably watching his eyes scan her body. “Hey.” He rounded the truck to the drivers side, “Good day?” He asked over the roof.

Hailey used the running board to launch her small frame into the front seat, causing Jay to stifle a laugh. “Yeah, you?”

Jay nodded, “Pretty good.” He revved the engine and pulled out of the parking space. “Adam almost glued his hand to his face during shop.”

Hailey laughed, “I wish I could’ve seen that.”

“Don’t worry, I took pictures,” Jay said, giving her a cheeky grin.

Hailey returned the favor, turning to look out the window. She watched the houses go by and placed her hand on the center console next to where Jay’s was already resting, she kept her eyes trained on the blur of trees. She waited patiently for the moment when he would intertwine their hands, but moved hers back to her lap when she realized it wasn’t coming. Pink flush tinted her cheeks and she didn’t dare look at him now.

Jay grimaced as Hailey pulled her hand away, it took everything in him not to take it out of her lap. He wasn’t quite sure how to go about the whole situation, he cared deeply about her and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. That was the very thing he was trying to avoid. The selfish part of him wanted to just say “screw it” and be with her, life was short, they all knew that now. But all the reasons why he kissed her were also why he shouldn’t have.

“Hailey--”

“Jay don’t.” She said, finally turning to face him. “Don’t explain anything please. I get it.”

Jay swallowed hard, “I’m sorry--”

“Let’s just pretend it didn’t happen.” She cut him off again.

Jay considered trying to explain again, but he figured it was a mute point. He wasn’t going to be able to get a word in.

In the passenger seat Hailey’s eyes stung. Out of all the ways that she could have imagined this conversation going, she wasn’t prepared for this one. Hell, it wasn’t even a conversation, but she knew exactly what would’ve been said. Hailey didn’t want a half assed explanation or an apology, it had been a mistake, he had made a mistake, there was nothing that she could do about it. Groveling or talking it out wouldn’t dull the pain in her chest, thankfully she had gotten pretty good at ignoring the feeling all together.

She busied herself on her phone, texting Kim to see if she could come over. She was in some serious need of girl time. As soon as she responded Hailey spoke up. “Can you take me to Kim’s house please?” She never looked over at him, she kept her eyes trained on the road.

Jay nodded and took the next left instead of right. The drive was short, and Hailey already had her seatbelt unbuckled before they even reached the driveway. “Hailey, I’m sorry.” He said as she got out.

“It’s fine, Jay, really. I’ll see you tomorrow.” And with that she slammed the door.

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Less than 10 minutes later Jay found himself sitting in Adam’s room. He thought he was going to be spending the afternoon with Hailey, but obviously plans changed. Instead he was sitting on the floor with his U.S. History textbook open in front of him. Homework stopped for no man, or stalker for that matter.

Adam groaned, spinning around to face Jay. “Have you done the pre-calc homework yet?”

“Man, I haven’t even started.” Jay said, cracking a smile.

“Damnit.” Adam grumbles, “I’m never going to finish this, Wilson is a tyrant.”

Jay knew exactly what Adam was talking about, their history teacher, Mrs. Wilson had assigned them three chapters to read plus notes and it had to be done by the next class. Which unfortunately was tomorrow. “I’m halfway through chapter two.” Jay said, holding up his scribbled notebook.

“I’ll give you the answers to half of the pre-cal work if you give me your chapter one notes.” Adam proposed. Jay chuckled and shook his head. “I don’t want your pre-cal work.” Adam glared at him, but Jay handed him the notes from the first chapter anyway.

“I love you.” Adam said as he fake prayed to Jay, who kicked his hands away. “I don’t know how the girls are doing it, AP, I swear Kim is taking twenty-five of them this year.”

Jay nodded in agreement, “I don’t either.”

The two worked in silence for a long time. Finally Jay broke it by sighing dramatically. “I’m done.” Adam cocked an eyebrow, “With the history shit.” He reluctantly pulled out his pre-calc textbook and flipped to the correct page. The assignment sheet said problems 35-63, it was going to be a long night

“So, did you talk to Hailey?” Jay looked between his homework and Adam, math was sounding a lot better than the latter at the moment.

“Yep.” Jay said, avoiding Adam’s gaze. “Translating log functions…” He trailed off, attempting to get Adam off his ass.

It worked for a few minutes, Jay had managed to get a few problems under his belt before Adam spoke up again. “Okay, it’s killing me. What happened?” Adam leaned forward in his chair, smirking slightly.

“Nothing really.” He sighed, chuckling a bit. “She didn’t even let me get a word in.”

“Sheesh, that bad?”

Jay shook his head, “I honestly don’t know, she just said that she understood and I didn’t have to explain.”

Adam cocked an eyebrow, “I don’t know if you are the luckiest son of a bitch in the world or if you are just out of touch with reality.” Jay shrugged. “You sure she’s not pissed?” Adam asked.

“One hundred percent.”

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“I’m pissed.” Hailey said to Kim as she ran her fingers through her hair. She had told Kim what happened as she paced around the room, Kim sat on her bed clutching a pillow. “I completely understand where he is coming from. I get it, there is so much going on right now, neither of us really needs to be in a relationship right now.” She stopped her back and forth motions. “Just--why did he kiss me just to shut me down?”

Kim shrugged, giving her a kind smile. “I don’t know Hailes.” Kim didn’t know how to comfort her friend, Adam was her first boyfriend and they had jumped right in the deep end, so far it had worked out well for them. She watched Hailey cautiously as she stared into the full length mirror leaning against the wall, she fiddled with her shirt, pulling it away from her stomach. Hailey stuck her leg out in front of her, looking at herself in a different way. Kim sighed, “Hailey, stop.” She said.

Her friend turned to face her, her eyes glassy. Kim jumped up and hugged her, ignoring the fact that Hailey was not a hugger. Hailey pulled away a little while later and wiped under her eye. “I’m sorry.” Kim kept a comforting hand on her shoulder. “I don’t even understand what’s wrong with me. I just-I just keep thinking about Erin.”

Hailey felt terrible, feeling jealous of a dead girl was not a good feeling. Not only that, but how can someone make you feel self-conscious from the grave? She hated comparing herself to Erin, she just couldn’t help it.

“Hailey you are allowed to be upset about this.” Kim said. “You can understand him and forgive him and still be upset.” Hailey nodded, hating herself for yet another moment of weakness. First with Jay, now with Kim, she was letting her walls down more and more. Telling them about her dad had been a step in the wrong direction, letting people in only got you hurt, today proved that. “You wanna go get ice cream?”

“Yeah.”

…

Jay was pretty sure that his pile of homework was endless, he had finally gotten back to work after he and Adam’s short conversation about Hailey, but he wasn’t getting much done. A familiar ringtone sounded throughout the room and both of their heads shot up. Looks like they were done for the night. Jay grabbed Erin’s phone out of the bag and read the message out loud.

Blocked ID: There’s already been one heart broken today, let’s make it two. It’s time for the heartbreaker to go back to his old ways. Call Kim and end it.

“No. I’m not doing it.” Adam said.

“Adam--”

“No Jay.” He ran his hands through his hair and down his face. “She is my person, she gets hurt either way, I can only protect her from one.”

Jay nodded, he wasn’t sure if he could let go of Hailey if he had to. There had to be a way to save everybody. “We should probably go over there.”

“Let’s go.”

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Fifteen minutes after Hailey and Kim were headed for Kim’s car. It was parked in the free standing garage behind their house. Kim unclasped the latch on the door and pushed it up, entering keys in hand.

“What are you thinking? Scoops?” Kim asked.

Hailey turned to face her, ready to respond, but there was a loud crack. “Ki--” She tried to scream, but before she could the dark shadow reached her and the baseball bat made contact with her head.

Kim woke up groaning, she didn’t remember how she had gotten where she was, but she knew her head hurt like hell. She pried herself on the floor and scanned the room. She was pretty sure she was in her garage, it was dark so obviously the door was closed and her car was running.

She began to panic, “Hailey? Hailey…” She breathed out, her chest felt heavy and as she stood up she used the wall for balance.

Hailey woke up to the sound of her name, she touched her hand to her forehead, pulling it away to find it red with blood. Kim eventually reached the driver side door and pulled as hard as she could, causing herself to go stumbling backwards. It was locked.

“Kim?” Hailey asked, pushing herself up. Her head was swimming. “What happened?”

Kim fought back tears as she yanked the handle again. “I don’t know, but we have to get out of here.”

It was in that moment that Hailey understood the gravity of the situation. They were trapped with a running car. She thought back to the safety training classes they had in middle school. There was no doubt that they were both suffering from carbon monoxide poisoning, they needed to stay awake.

“Do you-Do you want to try to lift up the door?” Hailey asked, stumbling over her words. Kim nodded and they both got to the garage door as fast as they could. “Ok, 1-2-3.” They both pulled with all their strength, which was fleeting fast.

Kim took a breath, “L-Let’s try a-again.” Hailey positioned herself again and the girls pulled with everything in them. There was no way that door was budging. Kim’s eyes filled again, this was the closest to death that she had ever been and she wasn’t ready for it.

Hailey looked around, trying to find anything to get them out of there. She spotted a tennis racket leaned against the back wall and she rushed toward it. “Kim! We can try and break a window.” There was no response. “Kim?” Hailey panicked when she saw the way Kim had herself braced against the car, her chest heaving.

“Hailey I can’t breathe.” Hailey took that as an opportunity to jam the handle of the rackett into the driver’s side window. It didn’t make a dent, she hit it again and again, but in her current state she wasn’t strong enough. Kim gagged and then proceeded to empty the contents of her stomach onto the floor. Hailey gave up on the rackett and rushed to her side. “Oh shit, Kim.” She knew that wasn’t a good sign. Kim fell to her knees and Hailey went with her, trying to keep her from hitting the floor too hard. “You have to stay awake.” Kim nodded, bracing herself against the floor. She needed help. Her phone.

Hailey pried herself off the floor once again and maneuvered herself to the garage door when she had first gone down. It had to be around there somewhere. She heard a thud behind her and turned to see Kim collapsed on the floor. The fast turn of her head sent her tumbling into the wall and she ricocheted onto the floor. Hailey laid there completely helpless, she was out of strength and out of time.

Adam pulled into Kim’s driveway with Jay in the front and Kevin in the back. He was a nervous wreck and was out of the car before it was completely in park. “Kim!” He shouted. They checked the backdoor, which was the only door her family used, it was locked and no lights were on in the house.

“Hailey?” Jay yelled, neither of them were answering their phone.

Kevin walked towards the garage, he heard a rumbling. “Dude do you think someone’s in there?”

“Hailey!” The voice got Hailey’s attention, causing her to lift her head up off the floor. “Hailey, where are you?” The voice shouted again. Using every ounce of strength she had left, Hailey kicked the garage door and let her head hit the floor again, hoping that it would be enough.

All three boys heard the thud against the door and scrambled to get it open. The sight in front of them was terrifying, they all gasped and sprung into action. Jay was immediately at Hailey’s side, he flipped her over and pressed his hand to the gash on her forehead. “Hailey, stay with me.”

Hailey’s eyes fluttered open, but only for a second. The image of him leaning over her was coming in and out of focus, almost to the point where Hailey thought it was a dream. “Jay?” It was barely audible, but it was music to his ears.

“Yeah Hailes. It’s me, I’m here.” He said, grabbing her hand. “Hailey’s awake!” He called to Adam and Kevin, Kevin nodded before relaying information to the 911 operator. He had called amongst the craziness.

“Kim’s not.” Adam cried out, clutching his girlfriend in his arms. “Man she threw up and she’s not responding.”

Jay grimaced, he was splitting his attention between the two of them. He felt for Adam, but he had to keep Hailey awake. “Did you shake her?”

“Jay, I tried everything!” He yelled back, Jay realized it was a stupid question the moment he asked it, but he didn’t know what to do.

He focused on Hailey again, who’s eyes were threatening to close again. “Hailey, Hailey, you’ve got to stay awake.” He said, gripping her hand harder. “You’re safe, everything is going to be fine, but I need you to stay awake.

Hailey squeezed his hand, showing him that she understood. She focused on taking deep breaths, she felt like she could finally breathe again. The sound of sirens was a welcome assault to her ears, in what felt like no time she was in the back of the ambulance, but in the process she had been ripped away from Jay.

The paramedics were telling her the same thing Jay was, that she had to keep her eyes open, that she had to stay awake, but they weren’t as convincing. And after fighting for what felt like hours, Hailey let herself drift away.

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A/N: Wow this was a long chapter! First, I’m sorry for writing Adam like a little bitch but I love him and I think he’s funny. Second, I know Hailey is a little softer in this than she is on the show, but they are still in high school and I feel like she would be more emotional and unpredictable at this age. Thanks for reading!

#jay halstead #hailey upton #upstead #upstead au #kim burgess #adam ruzek #burzek #burzek au #kevin atwater #erin lindsay #chicago pd #chicago pd au #one chicago

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godlydolans · 5 years ago

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Can you do concept about y/n doing a cheating prank on Ethan 😳

I feel like pranking him will be so hard because he's just such a genius when it comes to pulling them on others and he also isn't the type to see something and react immediately. Ethan sits and observes things, never wants to jump to any conclusions, always wants to sit and talk things out if there is even a possibility of a misunderstanding happening.

So you know the prank will have to be long and really well thought out.

And you're willing to put in the effort to watch him take the L for the first time in his life.

"I'm gonna go take a shower," You announce as you place the iPad on the bed, the ebook you are currently reading still open on the page you're at.

Ethan looks up from his phone and raises a brow. "At 2 in the morning?"

Taking out a loose t-shirt from his wardrobe, you shrug your shoulders. "I'm all heated up. I gotta take a cold shower or I won't be able to sleep."

At the mention of a cold shower, both of Ethan's eyebrows went upto his hairline and his mouth dropped open. "Y/N, you'll freeze to death, babe! And if not that, you'll definitely catch a cold."

"I'll be fine." You respond a little rudely, making sure he caught the roll of your eyes as you turned for the bathroom. "I'll be out in a few."

You've been acting a little distant towards Ethan for a few days just so the 'cheating' would look more believable when he finally 'finds out'. Everytime you pull away from a hug or end a kiss too quickly, a part of your soul breaks. Ethan noticed a change in you a while ago and he has brought up your distant behaviour once, but you didn't entertain the conversation.

Thankfully, you won't have to carry on with the facade any longer because tonight is the night the actual prank would go down.

Hopefully.

Before leaving for your shower, you texted your best friend, whose contact name you've changed to Trevor for the time being, to call you once and then text you something scandelous.

Last night was fun. Let's do it again soon? Sounded too fake since it has been used so much by tv shows and movies alike so that line was scrapped.

So were some of the other lines you and your friend came up with, so you just told her to wing it.

You left your phone beside Ethan before leaving so hopefully, the call from 'Trevor' would get his attention and he would see the text that would follow.

And hopefully he would read the previous conversations that you and your friend staged for the prank. There was some serious juice in there.

It all depends on your lovely boyfriend now.

You hum and sing in the shower, happy with your ability of keeping the plan moving without a single hitch for this long. All the hard work would definitely pay off when you will capture Ethan's 'just pranked' face in your camera like he's done to you so many times in the past.

"Oh I'm gonna get him back sooo good for all the shit he's pulled on me!" You grin as you rinse the body wash off but a sudden harsh knock makes you jump out of your skin and curse under your breath.

Here it goes.

"Y/N?" Ethan calls from the other side of the door and you immediately turn the shower off and grab your towel. "Come out right now."

Drying your body in record time, you put on the t-shirt all while your heart is beating fast in your chest.

Don't screw it up don't screw it up don't screw it-

"Y/N?" His voice sounds angrier than it did when he demanded you to come out of the bathroom.

"I'm coming, jeez!"

You take a deep breath to calm your nerves and channel your inner Meryl Streep before opening the door and coming face to face with the brewing tornado that is Ethan Dolan.

He pins you in place with his furious gaze and you notice he's clutching your phone in his hand so hard, his knuckles are white. His breathing is, however, calm and he is just watching you silently.

You gulp.

Don't screw this up!

"What happened? Why were you shouting?" You begin to act like you're annoyed at him. "I had to cut my shower short for you."

A muscle in Ethan's jaw ticked and the dark look he wore in his face made you pray to never get on his bad side. The man who is known for his even temperament finally opens his mouth and the first words that he utters are spoken in the calmest voice you've heard him use.

"Who is Trevor?"

You just stand there in nothing but a t-shirt, pretty sure your nipples are hard and poking through and you realise you should have practiced what you would say to certain questions when your mind goes blank after the one he asked.

"Trevor?" Your voice sounds unsure tobyor own self and you praise the lord for your acting skills. "Tre-trevor who?"

Ethan's eyes seem to turn dark with fury at that response and his anger finally makes his breathing pick up. "Don't. Fuck. With me." His low tone is making your legs weak and your mind shamefully registers how much hotter is is when he's mad. You've rarely seen him this mad. The next second, Ethan shoves your phone into your hand and you barely hold onto it before it could fall.

"Jesus, Ethan! Be careful, will you?"

"Who the fuck is this son of a bitch is what I'm asking you and I need an answer right now, Y/N." Ethan seethes, "What the fuck are those texts?!"

You look at your phone and the screen shows your conversation with 'Trevor' about the size of 'his dick'. You wince, reading some of the texts, knowing just how much of a bitch you must be looking to Ethan right now.

"E..." You make a show of scrolling further down until you come to the picture you had sent 'Trevor' of yourself in the shortest dress you own. When you do look up, you wish you hadn't. Ethan has never looked more heartbroken and betrayed than he does now. Your heart breaks for him and you subconsciously reach for his face.

He steps right back and spits out a, "You have been cheating on me? Since when?"

"I didn't want you to find out like this," You keep the act up, remembering that time he had pranked you into thinking that he'd fallen and split his head open on the skating ramp. Or that time he had pulled "the most epic hockey prank in the world" on you. Those were his exact words. Considering Ethan's impressive history of all the pranks he's pulled on you, you shouldn't really be feeling guilty for this one. "I was gonna tell you on my own, I never wanted you to find out like this."

"How could you do this?" Your heart shattered seeing tears in his eyes. "You of all people? Y/N, I trusted you blindly and you-" Ethan's voice breaks on the last word and he locks his jaw, holding the back of his head with his hands. "Wow, Y/N, real class act."

Your hands itches to pull him to you as he keeps putting distance between you two with every step he takes away from you. "Babe,-"

"Babe?! Don't fucking call me that!" He points his finger at her, yelling at the top of his voice. "If you didn't love me anymore, you could have said so and fucking left! Why did you fucking cheat- you've been acting weird because of that asshole, aren't you? You don't want me because fucking Trevor is now in the picture, huh? Who the fuck is this Trev-"

Ethan lunges for your phone and rips it out of your hand, causing you to gasp and gape at him, stunned.

"Ethan, what are you doing?"

"I'm gonna call this motherfucker and give him a piece of my mind." He furiously looks through your contacts until his eyes land on the one he was looking for. "This son of a fu-"

"Ethan, give me my phone!" You try to get the phone out of his hand but he only grips it tighter, his jaw set and eyes blazing.

"Why? You don't want your little boyfriend to get chewed out? Oh wait! That's me!" Ethan scoffs with a shake of his head. "You know what? Fuck this and fuck you. I don't wanna talk to that scum and I don't wanna look at your cheating face for another second."

Throwing the phone on the bed, Ethan turns and starts for the door but not before grabbing his car keys from his nightstand. You silently rejoice in your head at how greatly the whole plan played out. You knew he would want to leave after the 'confrontation' so you already got Grayson to paint some words on Ethan's BMW.

When you two make it outside, you see that Gray has done his job right. Right there on the hood of the black car, blood red paint spells out-

Just a prank, babe! ;)

Ethan halts and you stop a step behind him, finally being able to smile without having to worry about hiding it. Ethan's back faces you and just by the way his tensed shoulders relax, you know he's read the message.

"Really?" He breaths, slowing turning to face you. His eyes roam your face attentively and when he's done searching for whatever it is he is looking for in your expression, he sighs and brings a hand to his temple, massaging it. "This isn't cool, Y/N."

You are sporting the biggest cheshire cat grin ever as you shrug like you didn't just work him up to a mini heart attack. "Gray wanted to take revenge on you by using spray paint but I made sure it was washable."

Ethan turned back, swiped his finger through the paint and surely, it wiped off. "Thank fuck. That's the least you could do after what you did to me."

"I got you good. Really good." You can't stop grinning from ear to ear.

Ethan reaches out for you with one simple command, "Come here."

You don't have a problem with doing as he says and within seconds, your head his pressed against his chest and your arms are wrapped around his narrow waist. Ethan holds you tight, his chin resting on top of your head.

A moment of silence passes where you just enjoy being in each other's embrace before Ethan breaks the silence.

"Who is Trevor?"

After you facetime 'Trevor' and Ethan gets to see it's actually your best friend, he is slowly getting back to his hype self.

"I can't believe you did that! And you had Grayson paint my car!"

"Its not like you haven't done worse things to both Gray and I!"

"You don't know how fucking pathetic that was! I almost cried, babe. What the fuck." He mumbles the last three words into your bosom, his arm thrown over your waist as you let him lay half on top of you. "I can't do that ever again."

"You never admitted that I got you good."

"Shut up."

"C'mon, don't be a sour loser. Admit you just got the life pranked out of you!"

"Babe."

"You know what? Don't just say it to me, tweet it out with the picture I took of you outside."

"Babe, c'mon!"

#asks #anons #concepts #thursday

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margridarnauds · 5 years ago

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But what would your ideal adaptation of CMT be like?

Thank you for the ask! (And for giving me the chance to talk about my actual child!)

I meant to get to this yesterday, but I was in the library at the time, then I was at the post office, getting some of my books shipped back to the States before my move back, and then came the news of Level 5 and....Well. I was around town.

TOUGH question, and one that I’ve been thinking about for ages. CMT IS my baby, so my standards for adapting it are, frankly, both ridiculously low (CMT ON SCREEN!) and ridiculously high (I stg if you do this wrong....)

Personally, I have two ideas for it, one of which is more serious than the other, so I’ll deal with it first:

A miniseries. Because I don’t think you can really DO CMT well in the course of a film. You could try, but I don’t think it would work. I would personally want it to be a part of an overarching series that’s just there to adapt the Book of Invasions. That way, there’s context for this. (And because I’m a biased bitch, I’d probably want it to begin with the Fir Bolg, with the previous invasions recounted. You could have Fintan as an overarching narrator, holding the various series together. Have a season dedicated to them, end it on the TDD’s arrival.)

Now, what I’d want this miniseries to do: - Have a setup where both Lugh and Bres are given equal amounts of time. A thing that I’ve noticed a lot of retellings doing is to make it so that Lugh is the unambiguous, shining hero and set off with that idea in mind from the beginning, with Bres being a cliched villain, but if you read CMT from the beginning....Bres is given a LOT of traits that we associate with heroes. The story of CMT even begins with his conception and birth. Bres, whether people like it or not, is a protagonist of CMT. He’s a villain protagonist. But a protagonist, right alongside Lugh. You can’t have Lugh without Bres, you can’t have Bres without Lugh, and I would LOVE for an adaptation to get to the heart of that dynamic. Start off with Bres, devote a couple of episodes to him and what makes him tick (while also setting up Lugh’s birth, since that’s taking place during his reign), and then show it all falling down.

- Have one of the first images being of the Fir Bolg, led by Sreng in retreat. Look, I’ve accepted that the only one who really cares about Sreng as much as me is....me, and the only adaptation that would feature him as much as I would want is one that I’d be writing (IF I EVER ACTUALLY FUCKING WRITE THE FUCKING THING), but, if we CAN’T get him in there as a major character in his own right and Bres’ love interest, I would like to at least start it off with the understanding that the Tuatha Dé’s settlement of Ireland did happen over a LOT of Fir Bolg bodies. It makes their fight with the Fomoire a little more gray, because it’s suddenly less “THE FOMOIRE ARE INVADING THE TUATHA DÉ, HOW EVIL” and more “The TDD’s sins coming back to kick them hard in the ass”. The Fir Bolg had the land, the TDD challenged them for it, the TDD won. By medieval Irish standards, that was justified, as was the subjugation of the Fir Bolg afterward. But this is a modern adaptation, for a modern audience, and that doesn’t mean we have to be objective. Especially given that it forced the Fir Bolg to flee to the Fomoire, for fear of the TDD enslaving them. Ideally, the Fir Bolg’s history with enslavement would have been dealt with in the previous season, which would have started off with the Sons of Dela breaking out of Greece.

- Present the Fomoire as Vikings. This is BIG to me because it’s VERY easy to make the Fomoire a Generically Evil, Dark Fantasy Race, which makes it very, very easy to do a black and white version of things. But I would rather show the Fomoire as a group of people who have their own priorities, their own cultural mores, but are still PEOPLE. Bres isn’t evil because he’s Fomoire (I hesitate to call him “evil” to begin with, but if we’re going to use that term...); he makes a series of bad judgement calls and turns traitor to his own maternal kin-group. Balor isn’t really evil himself, even if we go into the folktale variation where he wants Lugh killed at birth (personally, I kind of favor the CMT version of it where Lugh was just...born of an arranged marriage), is acting with the authority of a medieval Norse head of the household. Tethra is perfectly willing to go along with the raids in Ireland...but we know, from what happens later, that it isn’t because he has a personal vendetta, it’s just probably more convenient to him. And I wouldn’t expect ALL the Fomoire to get a ton of attention, because we still have to be concerned with time, but just enough to fill them out.

- The only time I want to make an exception is Ruadan. Because we HAVE to get him fleshed out as well. We’ve got to see him as a young kid under Bres and Bríg’s feet, we’ve got to see the two of them pausing from the arguments that dominate their relationship during Bres’ kingship when they see him standing at the door, we’ve got to see him trying to adjust to the Fomoire, not QUITE fitting in (just like his father before him), but trying so, so hard. We’ve got to see Bres clinging onto him during the twenty years in exile, promising him that, one day, it’ll be worth it. Got to see Bres trying to not show the exhaustion from those twenty years in front of his son, even if we can see on Ruadan’s face that he knows. We’ve got to understand WHY he takes the mission up, the mission that he has to know will destroy his reputation if he fails (and if he succeeds), and we’ve got to understand why Bríg screams out in anguish when she sees his broken body “in his father’s presence”, Bres helplessly rocking him back and forth. I know we probably can’t get all of Bres’ kids (which is a pity because, honestly, Dui Temen and Indusa are probably my favorites), but if we can’t get all six of the Sibs, we’ve got to make sure that Ruadan is given a ton of fleshing out and development to make that one, horrifying moment strike true. Because that’s honestly, in my opinion, the single most poignant moment of the text and, if we don’t establish Ruadan off the bat, it loses that importance.

--Indech, Indech, Indech as the primary villain. I love this Fomorian bitch so much and he gets no respect, generally being shafted for Balor. I know, limited time, but I would at least like to give him one or two scenes to establish himself as THE king of the Fomoire, next to Elatha, give him a bit of time to establish himself as a bitch, and give him his moment of “Their bones will be dust soon.” Because, let’s be real, that’s a kind of metal moment. Bonus if, when Bres is standing next to him, there’s this distinct moment of “Oh, shit, I did NOT think this through.” Possibly change the timeline around so that his.......”kidneys of valor” (THAT ARE NOT HIS TESTICLES, ABSOLUTELY NOT) are removed by the Morrigan AFTER Macha’s death, so that there’s this sense of catharsis.

- Potentially controversial, but I like Early Modern Nuada, who, by the time of CMT, is a broken, jealous king. Have him decide not to try Dían Cecht for Miach’s death because, hey, they need him, and he DID do Nuada a favor. Have him hand over the throne to Lugh so that he can get rid of the Fomoire, yeah, but have him have doubts. Have him be jealous at the easy love that Lugh gains, while he can’t save his own people. Have him be paranoid about Lugh taking everything for himself and leaving him with nothing. Have him, as in the Early Modern recession of CMT, getting the TDD to drug Lugh before the battle, because, in that one moment, it doesn’t matter if the TDD win or lose, all he wants is for Lugh to be *gone*. And then have him redeem himself by challenging Balor to single combat, only to lose. Have Lugh, in those last few moments, promise to look after the TDD, whatever it takes.

-Speaking of the Bitch, I REALLY want to see Lugh’s ruthless side. I know, even with a full miniseries, that we can’t get into, say, the Sons of Tuireann, because even though I’d love to spend a whole episode on that....places to go, people to see. But I would like to see at least a little of that part of Lugh that is willing to do anything, ANYTHING for the sake of the TDD, and that makes him do, arguably, worse things than even Balor and Bres for the sake of it. When Bres goes to plead for his life at the end, I want Lugh staring down at him, completely impassive. Around the two of them, there are bodies scattered EVERYWHERE, the ground absolutely drenched in blood, Bres himself is absolutely covered in blood and gore, his body held to the ground by an Ogham stone that Ogma put there (in my ideal world, where we get to establish the brothers and their relationship, it would be his one, last ditch effort to save Bres from himself), and there’s Lugh, totally pristine, his blonde hair perfectly curled, looking down at him like you would at a cockroach. When he says “Less will save you”, I want him to not even really be looking at Bres, but more at his goblet of wine, and then, when he accepts Bres’ terms, I want a zoom-in on that wine goblet, and specifically the dark red liquid in it, as an ominous theme begins to play. (I KNOW we can’t get to Bres’ death, but also....let me have at least a call forward to it. There’s a lot of Dindshenchas CMT-aligned material that I would LOVE to see, including Duirgen, Carn Hui Néit, Nás, and Carmun, but that...well. Time. Which is a pity because Carmun is probably my FAVORITE of the Dindshenchas stories.)

- A little bit of screen time for the ladies. Again, time is time, but it’s very easy to turn CMT into a boys’ story, which isn’t helped by the message of the original being quite patriarchal (THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU LET LADIES GET INTO POLITICS: A HOT MESS). But I actually really am interested in the women of the text. Ériu loves her son SO MUCH that she’s willing to turn her back on her people for him, and I’d love at least one flashback sequence, probably when Bres is making the decision to leave the TDD, around the end of....episode 3-4 I want to say, and we get to see Ériu as a young mother, holding Bres in her arms and smiling, even as the rest of the TDD look on her with anxiety, with her promising her that, no matter what, they’ll have each other. I want to see the Morrigan and Macha both trying to convince her to abandon Bres, because they don’t want to lose their sister, but Ériu standing firm in her decision. (She isn’t a warrior like them, but she’s strong in an entirely different way, with a spine of steel, and the other two know it.) I want to see Macha’s death at Balor’s hands and see the Morrigan and Badb losing their absolute SHIT for the first time (as a future archnemesis of theirs would say: “All sport, all play until......” The battle’s been FUN up until this point, but then suddenly it becomes very, very real to them.) If we could get a little of Tailtiu’s fosterage of Lugh, her status as an outsider (the Spanish widow to the last king of the Fir Bolg, trying to find her way among the invaders, dealing with the loss of her only biological son), and her own trace of ruthlessness, I would be VERY happy, especially since you can....see how Lugh turns out the way he does. Both the good and the bad. And we could probably handle that in just one scene, possibly in around episodes 2-3 during Bres’ reign. I’d also LOVE it if we could get a moment where, after Ruadan’s death, she’s the one to go over to Bríg and clasp her hand. Because, even if their husbands (possibly ex-husband in Bríg’s case, depending on how we deal with her dynamic with Bres) hated one another, Tailtiu knows fully well how it feels to lose a son, and it gives a chance for there to be a moment of humanity in a text that can be very inhumane at times. I’d love to see Cethlenn BEGGING Balor to not go to the battle, since she does have the power of foresight, but for it to be very obvious in her eyes that she knows that he isn’t going to accept it and then for her to straighten her back and wish him well. Because their love story is built as much on shared duty as it is on passion, and she knows that it has to be this way, he’s got to choose this, and she’s got to let him and keep her dignity.

-This is probably highly wishful thinking, but I kind of liked Vikings’ idea of switching between English and the historically accurate dialogue, depending on the perspective. I think it would be HARD to pull off, but I’d love to see it going between Old Irish, English, and Old Norse, just to really show off that these are two very different cultures. IDEALLY, I’d also, in my absolute, ideal world, have audio dubbing in Gaeilge as well. It would be a hell of a venture, but I’m very firmly of the belief that this is an Irish story, it deserves to be told in Irish.

-Relating to that: Irish cast (for the TDD/Fir Bolg, Scandinavian for the Fomoire), as much as you can possibly do. (Given that the total population of the entire island’s around 5 million, it’s a tall order, but hey.) IDEALLY, I’d want there to be also be regional variation in the accents: The Dagda will always, to me, have a Dublin accent, Ogma coming from Roscommon, Bres having a Northern Irish accent. If Sreng shows up, I’d want him to have a Cork or a Limerick accent, etc. Again, it’s a tall order, and one that I don’t think could be easily done, but a girl can dream. My ultimate goal would be to at least have a higher Irish: English ratio than The Tudors. That’s my dream. (I have but one really HARD casting decision and that’s Sarah Bolger as Airmed. Please. Please. GIVE HER THE ANGST. GIVE HER THE QUIET TERROR AND THE DADDY ISSUES. WE KNOW SHE CAN DO IT. That and Ruth Negga as Tailtiu.)

- Also, ideally, I would like to have a situation where you have experts in archaeology, medieval Ireland and, specifically, Irish mythology on set to make sure that it’s as historically accurate to the 9th century as you can get without becoming bogged down in it. (Medieval Irish costumes...aren’t really.....glamorous, but I would like to see a nice streamlining of it that keeps the feel of the era while also, frankly, looking really, really cool.) For Nuada’s hall, I’d want to make sure that we actually had a reconstruction of the Great Hall at Tara (WHICH IS REALLY COOL IF YOU EVER FIND YOURSELF IN TARA, NGL) as people in the middle ages would have imagined it. This long, narrow hall lit by torches, Lugh almost having to walk over a few people’s legs to get to the front, and there, at the head of it all, is the king. People from UCD, UCC, Trinity, etc. (Maybe even get some people from Maynooth, if they promise to behave.) If I know my fellow Celticists well enough, I think a few of them would even jump at the opportunity to be a part of something like this. (I know of at least one expert in Old Irish who actually translated a spell for the Grimm TV show.) Basically, medieval Ireland almost NEVER gets put on screen (Pilgrimage is the last example that I can really think of, if we’re not counting Secret of the Kells, which we probably should because, tbh, awesome), and Irish Mythology gets it even less, so this would, theoretically, probably be our ONE CHANCE to get this done and get this done right.

-Animated opening screen, Secret of the Kells style, in the style of an illuminated manuscript. PLEASE. I NEED IT. Either that or, if we can’t get something like that, I would love to see something that covers the entirety of Ireland, matching up the different characters to different locations, since the landscape is SUCH a huge part of these myths. You know. Like. That one fantasy show. The one with the dragons. And the zombies.

Now, for my SECOND idea for an adaptation:

A musical. Of COURSE I would want a musical. Like, it’s a no-brainer for me. Musicals thrive off of emotion and drama, and CMT has a TON of it. Now, what type of musical? That is the question.

And I’m actually being serious when I say this.

Even though it’s going to sound cracky and tbh, it definitely is. But it’s also me. And what is CMT if not a 9th century scribe’s crackfic of Irish Mythology, put to contemporary political themes and using traces of Indo-European tradition?

.....

A Takarazuka style musical. Because, goddammit, with their high focus on glitter, I feel like they’re the only ones who could TRULY put Bres and Lugh on stage, and their habit of letting pretty villains off the hook could work really, really well in Bres’ favor. That and I find the idea of them trying to adapt a myth with as much blood, guts, and sex in it as CMT personally hilarious. Lugh/Bui becomes the Top Star combo. Does Bui have all that much to do in the original CMT? No. But she’s our love interest. So she gets Top Star role, and at least one solo song. That’s probably all about how she’ll wait for Lugh no matter what. (We, of course, ignore her cheating on him.) Bres gets only one song, but it’s a showstopper, probably when he decides to fuck off to the Fomoire, and he and Lugh have OODLES of homoerotic tension. (If it were an adaptation of the first battle, Bres and Sreng would get. So. So much. But, alas.) If we don’t have Bres acting like a jealous boyfriend whenever he sees the TDD supporting Lugh, causing him to break out into a song about how much he HATES stupidly-hot Lugh, what’s the point? (Also: The chance for Goth!Bres. Which is, tbh, the Bres that I need in my life.) Also: Glorious costumes all around.

The Dagda is the hapless comic relief character, who goes on PG-at-most antics. Probably involving eating a lot of porridge, hitting on every lady in sight (but of course not doing ANYTHING else) and passing out. He and Tsundere!Morrigan function as the Beta couple.

Elatha is like. The Older Villain character, along the lines of, say, Mazarin in All For One, Talleyrand in Robespierre, Don Ferdinando in El Japón, etc. Balor probably wouldn’t be able to make it on screen, but...as an admitted and confirmed Bres Stan...........I’ve seen so many adaptations that don’t include Bres and make Balor the principle villain that...................sorry :) Balor :) That’s :) Very :) Tragic :) For :) You :) I LIKE Balor, but if he and Bres were dangling off a cliff....I’ve got to go for the pretty one with daddy issues and poor life choices, sorry Balor.

Personally, I WOULD rather have Bres as the viewpoint character, with a Frozen “Monster”-esque number where he realizes that he’s the villain of the story but, unlike Elsa, decides to succumb to it, but I also know fully well that Lugh is basically MADE for the Takarazuka stage as a hero so...

The last time Takarazuka did something Irish-themed was in....I want to say 1994, with the Afterglow of Eire, and you know what? It’s time. If they did this for me, I would buy the DVD and force every single Celticist I know to watch it. And then make enough gifsets that you wouldn’t be able to THINK about Takarazuka on here without also thinking of “CMT” and vice versa. I would love it so, so much, no matter what they did. And I would, of course, relentlessly make fun of it as well. But in a loving way. (Even if they went the predictable route and went for Creepy!Bres.)

Alright, I said “two” but ngl, I came up with a third while I was writing this up: A comic book. Because I feel like, in some ways, it’s the only way you can really capture that larger than life aspect. (Ditto for works like the Táin, which can only really be done either via comic book or anime. Not that I’m opposed to an anime with Bishounen!Lugh/Bres. Which wasn’t intended to be a slash ship but I said what I said. Cursed. But hey.)

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munchflix · 5 years ago

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MUNCHFLIX - “DEMON” HOUSE

IMDB BLURB: Paranormal investigator and moldy walnut Zak Bagans documents the most authenticated case of possession in American history.

WARNINGS: Zak Bagans is a fucking asshole. Correllation is not causation. Also mentions of suicide and murder.

RATING: An 8 out of 10 on the demon scale

OBLIGATORY DISCLAIMER: All reviews are done solely for humor and should not be taken seriously ever. If you cannot handle cursing, crude humor and probably some offensive things, pls do not read this.

Munch: I'm Munchflower Zaius, paranormal movie investigator. I've investigated like 10 terrible paranormal movies this week. I don't have a t.v. show but if I did it wouldn't be a ghost hunting show. I'm one of the leading researchers on ghosts and demonology because if Zak fucking Bagans is then so am I - and this is the movie that really fucked Biscuits up. This movie was the next paranormal activity, it was the next Asylum movie, and I went all out. I had resources like Amazon Prime, a great crew of just Biscuits, I thought I was gonna crush this review. But in the end...nothing was as it seemed.

M: Biscuits fell ill and couldn't leave his room for 8 days, he didn't feel like himself. He screamed and wailed and tore at his hair. (no really ) He drew pictures of Zak Bagans and set them on fire. I fired him or he quit or something. Witnesses and experts ended up in the hospital and at the heart of it all was a little screwed up ghost hunter. It took us three years to write this review, we had everything we needed...but the truth is...this film is cursed.

Biscuits: I hate this fucking movie. I have watched some terrible movies, we have reviewed some terrible movies. But this movie...this movie makes me angry beyond words. This movie makes me hate. This movie made me so furious that I not only hate it, I hate Zak Bagans, the man. I have never met him, but if I did, I think I would punch him in the balls. This review is going to be 90% me just screaming, because it makes me that mad.

M: This is gonna be my fucking opening gif right here...

B: Oh yeah, this - there's a demon here in this fucking Amazon Prime video. He got in with his fucking 30-day free trial. Oooo it's gonna come get us! I'm so scared!!

M: ...

B: Oh, Zak "I-have-a-series-on-the-Travel-Channel" Bagins! Yeah, that makes you a qualified expert demonologist, Zak. "One of the world's LEADING researchers on ghosts and demonology" - no, no you're fucking not! What do you actually know about demons?? Also, let's add the fact that Zak Bagans is a terrible actor, and his monotone narration does nothing to improve the atmosphere of the movie.

B: It took him three years to finish this film, and it still sucks! Way to go buddy, it took us three days to make that potato salad!! THREE DAYS!

B: "This film is cursed!!" Yes it is, this is the curse! It's cursed to make me angry!

M: So spoopy! I'm spooped solid, are you spooped solid? Actually, if I had to say, my spoop level is actually somewhere along the levels of 'explosive diarrhea'.

B: This movie is explosive diarrhea. That's - that's a man whistling into the microphone, subtitled as 'wind whistling'. We are Zak Bagans' therapist for a minute, helping him dissect his dreams. One time I had a dream where I traded my non-existant son for two cool posters. I don't think THAT dream meant anything. Imagine a ghost hunter having dreams about ghosts!

M: Imagine a ghost hunter.

Pictured: Zak Bagggggans confused by electrical equipment

B: We also introduce the idea of a 12-foot-tall goat man, who never really comes up in the movie again. Is that Orcus himself? Oh shit, this is getting real. I'm not high level enough to fight a demon lord!

M: The demon vaped in my face!

B: "And I knew...this was some serious shit that meant something." I COULDN'T make that shit up. Genuinely. What does it mean, Zak? Would you care to explain? I don't know what does it mean.

B: This movie is NOT actually about the well-known Gary, Indiana story of demon posession. It's mostly about Zak Bagins fucking around.

M: Mentally masturbating himself for being some sort of sick ghost expert. Why would anyone call Zak Bagans about this? I think he made that shit up.

B: So, basically, Zak Bagans bought this house in Gary, Indiana where this alleged possession took place. A newscaster pronounces his name as 'Zak Baggins'. Guys, Bilbo Baggins bought this haunted house! He bought it because he wanted to make a movie about it.

M: Why?

B: To convince everyone that his 'ghost hunting' career is legitimate and he shouldn't have dropped out of college. Useless footage of Zak Bagans convincing some homeless people to move out of this abandoned house. Don't get them involved in this, it looks very cold and they were probably just trying to find a warm place to warm place to stay. Don't get them involved in your shitty fake documentary.

M: Also, if this house is really like, MEGA haunted, why are homeless people hanging out in it? Homeless people ain't got time for ghosts.

B: No, they have real problems. Wow, this fuckin house looks like an empty house! Oh, this is the best part - he gets a text from a psychic medium. a warning he'll 'never forget', and we'll never forget either! He shows us this obviously voice-to-texted message claiming that he saw visions of a very large demon figure and that this house is, and I quote, an '8 out of 10 on the demonic scale'.

Pictured: a demonic scale.

M: I wanna see this fucking scale. I actually googled demon scale after watching this because I had never heard of a fucking demon scale. Guess what, there's no demon scale. If you have access to this demon scale, PLEASE message me. I have a mighty need to see this thing.

B: WHAT the fuck is he talking about? Where is this demon scale?? Who made this demon scale?? This bitch just literally fucking made that shit up and thought we wouldn't notice.

M: And again, what exactly does this goat demon have to do with the house? What is the actual connection?

B: Does he just like hanging out there? Also, insert shots of some guy in a goat suit to make it seem scary. But we know that's just a guy in a goat suit. I guess that's what the demon is supposed to look like?

B: This also pisses me off - Zak Bagans and his crew track down this poor family by finding their home address from news footage, which is stalking, because they won't return his phone calls.

B: Also, let's not forget Zak's claim that a clairvoyant said this house was 'home to 200 demons'. WHAT?? Zak recounts some of the story of the family's supernatural experiences. But this is about him now! This movie is about HIM!

Pictured: I really want to see his artistic rendering of this demon

M: He has about as much reverence for the supernatural as I have for him.

B: Also, they film these people from their car, perhaps as though they didn't want them to know they were being filmed! Good job Zak, stalking an innocent family to record them without their consent for your shitty, self-aggrandizing ghost show. At least they had the decency to blur faces.

B: They then say they don't want to have anything to do with the documentary. Zak Bagans makes up an excuse about how things have attached themselves to him from the house. Just leave these people alone. Problem solved. However, one guy is coerced into talking about what happened during the possession, which mostly affected the kids in the house.

M: I don't discount that something actually happened to the family that lived there, that they may have had some sort of supernatural experience. That's not really what I'm trying to say here - I just don't believe in Zak Bagans.

B: Or, whether it was supernatural or not, something obviously affected them that they perceived as paranormal that made them want to move out of the house. Of course, there are more realistic explanations for many of these experiences, but that's not what we're here to debate. Zak Bagans knows jack shit about parapsychology and is just pretending to for clout.

M: Imaginary clout... Also, these reenactments are the only good part of the movie. Props to those child actors.

Pictured: children enjoying some fortnite just before becoming possessed.

B: Also, apparently, spirits are like velcro or something. I guess you can get 'infected' with ghosts. Watch out for that coronavirus, of course, but also, watch out for GHOSTS.

B: This priest performed definitely approved and legitimate excorcisms on this house I guess.

M: It's pretty hard to get one of those these days, but what do I know...

B: Yeah, we're not the world's leading experts on ghosts and demonology!

B: Zak Bagans inserts interview footage to make his fake documentary seem legit. If it was a real documentary about the Ammonses' experience, detailing multiple points of view with people who actually know stuff about supernatural cases and/or parapsycology, it might be a good documentary. However, it is not. Zak Bagans does not know what a documentary is. He thinks he is so cool that he is the only expert necessary because he know EVERYTHING about ghosts.

B: Zak Bagans did not film this. He found footage and has nothing to say about it. He just wants you to believe that he knows stuff. I suppose it's context. But, as I've mentioned, this documentary isn't really about the Ammons family or their experiences in this house, it's about Zak Bagans.

M: All of this is just being set up to try to lend credence to the later part of this movie, which has nothing to do with any of this.

B: Zak Bagans heard someone else was having a demon party and wanted to be invited.

M: It's POSSIBLE, but it's extremely fucking unlikely. Anything is POSSIBLE. You're leading the audience, Zak.

B: Okay, if this was just a horror movie, one of those ones that's 'based ona true story', and Zak wasn't trying to pretend that this is all 100% real, it would be fine. I wouldn't have as much of a problem with it. As it is, it's Zak Bagans trying to convince us all that he's so, so cool. He has found DEFINITIVE proof of demons.

B: Of course it's creepy! It's a basement! It's like saying an attic is creepy - they're ALL creepy.

B: INDISTICT BACKGROUND NOISES??? THAT DON'T EVEN SOUND LIKE A VOICE?? Now we're getting into real ghost shit. While I don't believe Zak Bagans knows shit about ghosts or demons, he obviously has a lot of experience with indeterminate noises.

M: His entire show is indeterminate noises.

B: Ghost hunters LOVE indeterminate noises! Zak Bagans interviews a man about a weird noise on his recording. SO compelling.

B: An AM/FM radio went to static? There can't be any explanation for that other than ghosts... Zak also loves to make claims that he substantiates with NO evidence! It's almost as if he feels the FACTS might not be compelling enough. According to this police officer, the demons affect women and children physically, and 'stronger men electronically'.

M: No input on how it affects the weaker men, though.

B: Also, apparently, the epicenter of this demon outbreak is a spot of dirt under the stairs. Everybody knows dirt is demonic. Demons can't hide in concrete or solid flooring; they like a more naturalistic approach.

B: Aggravate OR abate the demon. Those seem like quite extreme options. Also, listen to the list of super spooky stuff the police officers dug up from the spot under the stairs: a pink press-on nail and PANTIES. Everyone knows a good demonic summoning ritual needs to involve lots of women's panties. VERY spooky. Also, a comb, two children's socks, a heavy bar, and a red tin. All very definitely demonic summoning artifacts and not just random items that got lost.

M: Zak refers to this pile of nonsense as a demonic altar.

Pictured: one demonic altar

B: This priest is on board too. He thinks these random objects are 100% demonic. Because of reasons. He believes it's NECROMANCY.

M: What does a priest know about necromancy? ...asking for a friend.

B: He knows it involves PANTIES.

M: I've never heard of a necromantic ritual that involves panties...not that I know anything about necromancy.

B: You know more than Zak Bagans does!

M: Ok, I am now an expert on necromancy, and hereby ALL necromantic rituals must involve women's panties...and uhh, a big stick, and a tin, and whatever else you've got laying around.

B: This cop assumed that this was a literal portal to Hell. That's where the panties came from.

M: HELL PANTIES.

B: That would be a great name for like...an all-female metal band. Or a really bad B-movie. Or both.

M: No way those panties could've gotten there any other way...demons is the only logical answer.

Pictured: Detective Gruszka finally goes to the women’s section at Macy’s

B: THE WALLS WILL OOZE GREEN SLIME! No, wait, that always happens. "Half her hand went completely white" followed by a photo of half of her hand not being completely white.

Pictured: a white person’s hand.

M: Can I just take a moment again to say how much I don't like Zak Bagans?

B: So many unrelated people...confirmed that there was something on the blinds.

M: Which means...DEMONS ARE REAL! That's the only logical conclusion, right?

B: Insert shot of a spider, because that's SPOOKY.

M: Wow, it must be a lot easier to get an excorcism these days.

M: Why did Zak Bagans record this phone call?

B: That's a very good fucking question!

M: Did he not? Is he just pulling this shit out of his ass for the camera?

B: His voice is so emotionless you can't tell.

M: Also, what relevance does this have to anything?

B: Big Hollywood producers only want money!! Unlike you, Zak, Zakary, who definitely DIDN'T make THIS movie for money or fame. This nonexistant 'other movie' about this story that is the source of all Zak's problems and DEFINITELY the reason the Ammons don't want to talk to him.

B: The homeless people and the landlord don't believe the house is haunted. That's Zak's version of trying to present a counter-point. Obviously, he never had to write an argumentative essay in school.

M: He was probably the guy in group projects who never did anything.

B: Homeless Person: "Money make you say a whole lotta stuff." Obviously, he's right.

Pictured: no comment needed

B: "I'd like to find out rather the claims are real or false. I'm not here to fabricate nothing or sensationalize on anything..." ZAK.....................................go to hell.

B: You are here ENTIRELY TO fabricate stuff and sensationalize on stuff. That's why you made this MOVIE, Zakary.

M: Gosh it's crazy, it's almost as if money makes people say things.

B: It's almost as if maybe he thought you were paying him to say things for his movie. Did you slip that priest and that police officer some money 'to leave' too? "I'm not gonna tell you that until we sit down and make an agreement" YEAH IT'S ALMOST LIKE HE WANTS MONEY!

M: Zak Bagans is basically damning himself by leaving this in here...this guy's got it figured out, though.

B: He's not telling ghost stories, he's just explaining that this is profitable. Also, Zak does passively mention that there were members of the Ammons family who claim these alleged experiences did not go on. However, he doesn't understand what refuting a counterpoint actually is. It's almost like...he can't. Because, with paranomal shit, there's never enough evidence to truly confirm or deny.

M: "Wow"

B: Wow...insert 'wow' vine here. Oh, and this part where he intentionally brings up a photo he knows is fake and has been definitively debunked. SO, just don't include it!! Also, 'mold and other things' that could've psychologically affected the residents, including carbon monoxide. I have an idea, why don't we make this whole movie about a home inspector inspecting this house...

Pictured: Munch had the mouse over the screenshot, fuck you.

M: ALSO, all this shit is just in here to make Zak Bagans SEEM like he's exploring other avenues of explanation, which he then promptly abandons.

B: Zak Bagans has to explain to us (badly) what carbon monoxide and black mold can do to a person psychologically...perhaps causing side effects that can create or enhance the sensation that something supernatural is happening. "It's something to take into consideration." - but he won't.

B: "Some other normal explanation that was now being turned into a money grab." OH. I don't even have anything to say to that. You said it, not me. "Shit got crazy." That's how you know it's legit. Also, we are 32 minutes into this hour-and-a-half long movie, and we are now reaching the point where any sort of legitimacy goes right down the fucking toilet and we are flushed into the festering sewer of Zak Bagans' mind.

B: A family who used to live in the house shows up very conveniently to be in Zak's movie. These kids seem 'very convinced' there are demons. Some mildly supernatural hearsay is presented.

M: Also, point here - if Zak Bagans really believes that spirits can just attach themselves to anyone, then wouldn't he be deliberately endangering these people by taking them down into the basement?

B: An attributed quote that we didn't hear her say...because of course. And, if the basement reminds her of her DEAD BROTHER who used to stay there, that has nothing to do with demons, and is also a perfecty legitimate reason for her to not like going back into the basement after all these years.

Pictured: A quote that nobody but Zak Biguns heard

M: Zak Bagans then proceeds to TELL THE CHILDREN that he JUST BROUGHT INTO THIS PLACE that demons can 'get inside of you and make you sick'. What, is he immune or something so he's not worried about it happening to him?

B: Also, this woman lived in the house in the 90s when she was only about 10 years old. It's almost as though, and I'm not making any claims here, that he wanted the Ammons family to be in his movie, and when they said no, he got a backup family to take their place in the script.

M: He knows all about possession, 'cause it happened to him.

B: No, for real. I was there. (I was the demon) He started doing ghost hunting because he got possessed once.

M: This is just an excuse for him to tell his origin story. Also, these kids look not on board at all with him being here.

B: Zak Bagans knows how to use Adobe Premiere. He's really proud of it. M: Again, if you believe all this is real, you are genuinely putting these people in danger. If they are legitimately afraid of ghosts following them, you are making it worse. Are you gonna come and save them, Zack?

M: I hate this fake 'EVP analysis' so much. "It SOUNDS like..." yeah, it can sound like anything if you tell people it does.

B: "What's wrong with this boy" is that you TOLD HIM that ghosts could latch onto him! Maybe he's SCARED because YOU SCARED HIM on purpose.

M: Then we get some black-and-white footage of Zak Bagans being a dick, and that's...proof of demons.

B: You pushed this guy a little bit. Honestly, it didn't look like you were pushing him that hard. It's also convenient that you weren't recording at the time but immediately started recording again as soon as you stepped out of the house, because this is all real, and definitely exactly how it happened.

B: These guys have to explain to Zak what he did, so that the audience can also get explained to what happened in the footage they just saw. I don't know anyone could have construed that as anything other than a genuine demonic possession.

M: He's not even a credible actor, like there's nothing believable about these performances. It's such shit. Zak Bagend must leave (for no reason) but then someone tries to break into what he repeatedly calls " My House" as if he lives there. Why would anyone want to break into his jank ass haunted house? This seems really unlikely. Zachhh says the cops won't go in the house. Too scared. Zak says it's " a different kind of haunting." Wtf does that even mean?

M: Zak is now interviewing the CPS worker from the case that this was supposed to be about.

B: Yeah you remember that?

M: No, not anymore. She seems credible, Zak Bagnnnns does not. I really don't believe he believes in any of this.

B: Yeah ask the woman about her emotional trauma, Zak. Ask a CPS worker about her trauma. Be like oh so this was a traumatic experience for you? You should talk about it with me for this shitty documentary!

M: She says her therapist told her to seek help. That's...pretty bad right? When your therapist says to seek help? Now some informative badly edited cards about things that allegedly happened in this house. Why didn't we hear anything from the home inspector who was choked in his sleep and got cancer??? That's some real shit!

Pictured: The one guy we really wanted to hear from

B: This DEFINITELY had everything to do with demons. Demons are the #1 cause of cancer in the United States. They don't want you to know that.

M: Oh the fucking bike ride. On his way to do a second exorcism on Latoya ( why did she need a second exorcism?) this priest fell off his bike. Because demons.

B: Well you know it's not an exact science. I'd go so far as to say it's not science! It's not even science adjacent. Zak Bagel doesn't even know wtf science is.

M: I am literally laughing out loud. This priest says the demon was trying to figure out what would stop him from going forward with this second exorcism and the best thing this fucking demon, this 8 out 10 DEMON ON THE DEMON SCALE DEMON can come up with is knocking a dude off his bike?? Just get back on your bike, man.

B: This is my major problem with this movie, especially this second half. Zak Brainend presenting all this random shit that happened and blaming it on demons. This is the 21st century, we don't blame all our problems on demons. We don't live in the middle ages. This priest falling off his bike wasn't because of demons.

M Correllation is not causation. This detective fucking slid on ice two days after being in the house and ended up in the ER. That is not because of demons. Wait...is he interviewing him in the fucking ghost house?

B: And then he brings up him being shot during a home invasion and blames that on demons.

M: So he gets a call from Mika who was part of the backup family to tell him her daughter is in distressl WHY would you call Zak Braggans?

Pictured: A girl with her face blurred out because I’m not Zak Bagans

B: This pisses me off. If this girl is actually suicidal and actually tried to kill herself, you don't put that in your shitty demon movie. If she's actually depressed and hurting herself you don't put that in there. It's not cool. It's very exploitative. You don't know anything about ths girl's mental illness or anything that's going on in her life. If this is all indeed real and not scripted, you're just a piece of shit!

M: But demons!

B: Stay out of it Zak, this doesn't involve you. You're not a psychologist or a therapist, it's not your business.

B: One of his crew members quits. Because of the demons.

M: And not because he thought maybe Zak exploiting a suicidal girl was bad. Where did they find this priest anyway, he seems so sketchy.

B: I'm also pissed that they brought this suicidal girl in to have an EXORCISM. She needs mental help and therapy and a licensed person to help her. You don't give her an exorcism and go oh you're fine. When the exorcism doesn't work she's going to feel extra shitty. But whatever Zak, it's your fucking movie. You do whatever you want for your movie. Who am I to tell you what you can and can't do with a suicidal teenage girl.

M: This confirms to me that this priest is sketchy as fuck. If he was reliable he would have said Zak no, this girl needs actual help. Zak is still blaming demons. I hate him so much. I hate his stupid douchebag face.

B: And he sits here and puts this girl on camera and asks her questions about it. NO NO fuck you, genuinely fuck you Zak. Again, this is exploitative as shit. Trying to make cutting her wrists into being some kind of stigmata. Fuck you. This doesn't have anything with demons.

Pictured: A religious phenomena usually experienced by the very devout

M: Why would demons invoke stigmata anyway, that's....not how that works.

B: It's just feels like Zak Blehgins is exploiting this family and trying to convince them that everything is demons from this house they spent 10 minutes in. Again, it's like he has no idea what he shouldn't do. Nobody thought to ask her about her feelings. If this is real she needs help and not Zak Blahggg asking her questions with a camera in her face.

M: This poor teenage girl does not want to be in this. Her head drops and they're like OKAY EXORCISM OVER SHE'S FINE. Then Zak's psychic friendo Debbie tries to make contact with the demon remotely. Why? Why would she invite that? Does she wanna hang out?

B: Is she gonna like text the demon? Facebook messenger? How many psychic friends does he have?

M: Oh she succeeded I guess and it said WHARBLGARBL. And then Debbie was killed in a double murder suicide.

Pictured: Wharblgarble

B: Her husband murdered her and her roommate and if you really cared you would not put this in your goddamn demon documentary. Can you just leave shit like this out of it? Tie your friend's murder into your damn demons. This is why I hate Zak Biguns. He's a fucking manipulative asshole who tries to spin murder and suicide and cancer into his conspiracy theory movie about demons. ANOTHER point, the common thread among all of these stories is YOU, Zak, you could make exactly the same point about you. He also found a Hell is Real sign. Also trying to claim that demonic activity is higher in areas with high crime rates, poverty and murders.

M: And now some facts about Gary, Indiana.

B: And also exploiting this poverty stricken predominately black community. A segment where we explore actual problems that this place has. Zak you fucking absolute....

M: Zak is now telling us that like 5 people died there but he can't discount that someone close to the Ammonses might have cursed the house and invited the demons. Like...5 people dying there wasn't enough for you Zak? Zak's gonna go kick Latoya's boyfriend's ass because he thinks he tried to curse them with panties. That's a real thing that's happening. Zak can now tell whether people are into the occult by looking at them.

B: Another previously unknown superpower. Maybe he has a white savior complex.

M: MAYBE? The boyfriend doesn't wanna talk. Big shock.

B: What did you think was gonna happen.

M: This guy is a piece of work. Dr. Barry Taff, who holds a doctorate in psychophysiology. ( the study of the relationship between physiological and psychological phenomena, I had to look it up so you get to learn too, bitches ) He's gonna come and see if electromagnetic stuff is causing the demons. But everything is normal so...therefore demons. But there's a spike in the basement. That doesn't mean it's demons though. In fact, it would seem to indicate the opposite.

B: This happens on a lot of ghost hunting shows. I'm not sure what your weird electromagnetic shit has to do with ghosts but..?

Pictured: Zak Bagans realizing he’s a huge idiot

M: Now Zak has to go walk off again. He's being really affected by these demons. Weren't there supposed to be like 200 demons here or something? Doesn't this really do more to explain that demons aren't real?

Z: Zak Braggins is a superconductor. He also seems genuinely surprised by what this guy is telling him.

M: That's because he doesn't understand science. Something causes him to lunge at the doctor, which is totally believable.

B: He just got mad the guy wasn't telling him it was demons. Fuck you and your science! The doctor hears a dog. Everyone knows demons bark like dogs. You said it was goat man, why does it bark like a dog?

M: So much footage of dudes just walking around supposedly being affected. Might be the carbon monoxide they actually detected earlier? Or the black mold?

B: I love this part! This is fucking great. Footage of this guy walking around and then the cameraman's finger gets in the shot. It totally doesn't look exactly like what happens when you put your finger in front of the lens. Totally.

M: It's demons, obviously. The black anomaly. It's a fucking finger. They're just filming this dude walking around who seems to be ill and claiming he's touching the anomaly and shit. Take this dude to the fucking doctor.

B: They take it to some NASA dude who enhances it and says there's no way it's the cameraman's finger. I still don't believe it's not the cameraman's finger. Oh shit, I just realized...I have fingers!

M: It might be a dick.

B: If this cameraman and the doctor both feel faint, maybe you should just get out of the house!

M: This literally sounds like carbon monoxide poisoning which can cause nauseau, headaches, confusion, memory loss and literally every other thing except bad acting. Adam the cameraman wanders off and they find him in the basement. He later apparently starts VOMITING BLOOD??? Take this boy to the hospital! He starts screaming Zak in a weird voice so they decide to film it, natch.

Pictured: Criminal negligence

B: Zak....zaaaaaaaaak i need to go to the hospital....this seems like negligence. M: Now they've lost him. Lots of footage of Adam being really aggressive for no reason. Nobody is concerned any longer about his vomiting blood. Something is wrong with this dude and you assholes are filming him. Adam wants to go to the house because of reasons that I'm sure are 100 percent legit. Maybe he's just tired of being in this shit ass movie with these shit ass friends. Zak says this is the scariest thing he's ever seen in his life.

B: This movie is the scariest thing I've ever seen in my life.

M: I honestly love the Adam bit. It's so fake. This dude is just being a dick on camera and Zak is like IT'S OBVIOUSLY DEMONS. Dr. Taff has a loud noise in his ear later on that wakes him up.

B: He's literally explaining exploding head syndrome. I have this, I know what it is. Characterized by loud noise you suddenly imagine just before you fall asleep, and can also occur as you wake up in the night. Google it. Also not caused by demons!

M: He wakes up with blood in his ears. Go to the hospital!

B: Or he had a stroke, or an aneurysm.

M: Meanwhile...Adam is getting interviewed instead of going to the hospital for barfing up blood. Adam doesn't wanna be on tape but they tape him secretly because they're fucking assholes. Adam says you know what I said bruh and Zak is like omfg the goatman.

Pictured: It’s hard to find good images because this movie is also badly badly filmed and it’s just shitty creepy shots and then Zak talking.

B: It wants you, Zak, you're the leader of the bunch.

M: Adam has a fucking aura of freezing air and EMF around him but we don't get to see any of the instruments they're using to record that.

B: These are obviously some very trustworthy guys.

M: They are filming him without his consent.

B: Seems to be a recurring theme.

M: Dr. Taff finally gets to a fucking hospital where his organs are shutting down. Like every single one of them. He mentions infection in his prostate.

B: I don't think his organ failure is best explained by demons. He has a severe medical problem.

M: All these people he's saying got sick and NOBODY fucking went to a hospital?

B: No..my dude...you are sick. You have a medical problem, not demons. M: Oh and now Adam has been removed from the crew because he's being weird and violent. They try to get him help but Adam refuses. I think Adam just got sick of their shit.

B: They had to make something up.

M: You have anything you wanna say here before Zak boards himself up in the house...alone...overnight?

B: Have fun, big guy.

M: Zakkkk " I know this sound stupid..."

B: It IS stupid. You set yourself up for that one. We're gonna have a sleepover with the demons! Pictured...the tiny penis in it's natual habitat.

M: This part is so fucking dumb. It's just....deeply deeply dumb.

B: They also moved in furniture so Zak can be comfy with the demon. And then... nothing happened. Lots of shots of absolutely nothing happening. I feel like I'm watching Paranormal Activity

M: Except stuff happened in that. Now in fast forward. Zak takes off his coat.

Pictured: the horror of seeing Zak Bagans undress

OOH SPOOKY. Nothing is happening. At all. He sits down and checks his phone so we can learn he doesn't wanna do lights out. Why? Nothing is happening. He just keeps opening doors. What is Sebastian? I'm arranging matches. He makes sures the door is locked.

B: Make sure the audience knows he's boarded up in there. You so brave. So big dick macho brave. You did this, Zak. Zak is scared of the dark. It's okay. It's natural.

M: I don't know why he's bitching. He orchestrated this. OOH LIGHTS OUT. NIGHT VISION ON. NOTHING IS HAPPENING.

B: This part also feels like the intro to some weird night vision demon porno, he's just walking around with a camera.

M: That would at least be interesting. Nothing is happening at all. We just keep getting time cuts to more nothing happening. Finally they will decide this is too much nothing happening and make up some shit.

B: It's almost like shit's really boring when Zak doesn't have people around to help him make up shit. Hey did you guys hear a sound? No.

Pictured: Lies

M: 4:51 am. When will this end? How much more nothing happening does the audicence need. And not to put too fine a point on it...but this house is the DEMON HOUSE. Supposedly haunted by over 200 demons and a goat-man and also an 8 out of 10 on the demon scale, and NOTHING IS HAPPENING.

M: Zak is getting a headache. Probably because of carbon monoxide. There's an obviously faked goat-ish noise. Zak tells it to get away because that's gonna work. Shoo, demon.

Pictured: A man gets mouthy while backed against a wall in fear

B: He sounds very sincere. Back the fuck up, man. Why do these dudes always try to get all up in the demon's face? Fuck you, demon. Maybe the demon just thinks you're rude. He was just trying to say hi.

M: A title card pops up to say that Zak Bagans witnessed a dark mass come out of the wall. There's cameras literally fucking everywhere but we don't get to see that.

B: Water water everywhere but not a drop to drink.

M: Now his eyes hurt. Which makes him yell and knock shit over

. B: Can you imagine how we feel in quarantine? He develops diplopia. Double vision.

M: It's not that serious, Zak. Doctors can't figure out what caused it. This does not mean it was caused by fucking demons. We get updates on Kevin who apparently caught a demon from Zak. Adam went goth.

B: Adam got tattoos and we looked him up and he makes horror movies and shit now. He just looks like a metalhead. I wanna say something here again about Dr. Taff and his diplopia. He's acting like doctors not knowing the cause of something is rare. It is not. Anyone with chronic health issues can tell you that. Tests and doctors are not infallible and it's often hard to diagnose things even if they're severe.

M: Speaking as someone with chronic health issues, this is the case more often than not. The house has not taken a toll on you people you fucking walnut.

B: We get a long list of correlation is not causation.

M: So Zak decides to bulldoze the house, thus freeing the demons loose in the world to do their dark dark bidding.

B: Or something. My theory is that he bulldozed the house so nobody could go back there and his investigation would be the FINAL word on the matter, like so he could be the ultimate authority on this case and nobody could come back and try to contest him...or try to profit off of these events after him.

M: Closing thoughts?

B: Zak Briggins seems like a complete douche. When you start the movie he's just some guy who hunts ghosts and thinks he knows things. But as it goes on, you see he's also very exploitative and manipulative and not a good guy! He takes advantage of people's deaths and mental issues and health problems to further his demon agenda. In conclusion, fuck you Zak Bagans.

M: Zak claims that even tho the house is gone, the cops keep calling to tell him to tell him people are doing satanic rituals at the site on the regular. Why would the cops even call him for that? There's no house there. I call bullshit. On ALL of this. This story IS cursed, man. Don't expose yourself or your loved ones to the horrors of Demon House.

B: I call bullshit on there being producers on this movie.

M: That's fair. I miss Ghost Hunters.

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