#I think it's kind of unintentionally smart though that he gave them a plant they can fuss over

[theimpossiblescheme]

“Where do you come from, where do you go?  What is your scene, baby, we just gotta know!”

I said I was gonna make an appreciation post for Yvonne Craig’s ’66 Batgirl, so… here she is, Barbara Gordon, that Dominoed Dare-Doll out to strike at the heart of crime!

The network wanted to introduce Barbara Gordon to the show almost immediately after her “Million-Dollar Debut” in the comics, and being renewed for a third season gave them the perfect opportunity.  After airing a short presentation to introduce the character, featuring Babs in a much pointier mask fighting off Killer Moth and his goons, they were given the green light to properly usher her into the show.  The rest, of course, is network television history; and while a lot of people can agree that the third season of the show was largely a series of missteps, Batgirl was definitely not one of them.

What makes Babs so interesting in this show is that she’s the perfect demonstration of how femininity and badassery don’t have to be mutually exclusive.  She’s naturally a very warm, charming, and eminently helpful person who goes out of her way to look after her family and her community. She’s a bookworm who works at the Gotham City library and studied almost every subject.  She’s very much a daddy’s girl who almost never fights with her father and regularly invites him over to watch TV with her.  She loves to cook and entertain guests.  She loves classical music and museums of all kinds.  She dresses like Jackie Kennedy at a thrift shop.  She loves to surf and swim and has a thing for charming jocks.  She keeps a gorgeous apartment full of trinkets and vintage furniture with a little parakeet named Charlie to keep her company.  And she visibly wears striking eye makeup even under her Batgirl cowl.

For God’s sake, her Batgirl motorcycle has ruffles on it!

But absolutely none of that takes away from what a devastatingly competent crimefighter she is.  In fact, she uses her reputation as an underestimated Girly-Girl ™ to her best advantage, similar to the way Babs does in Batgirl: Year One.  People tend to not pay her any mind because she’s a girl who can’t possibly do anything interesting in her spare time?  Gives her plenty of time to build her own Batgirl Cave in the back room of her apartment, complete with a revolving wall for ease of access to her costume station, an early computer and switchboard with a Lucite screen, a forensic chemistry set, and an elevator lift for her motorcycle!

People expect her to be soft and meek?  Perfect opportunity to take people by surprise by scaring them out of her apartment, even out of costume, and fully turn the tables on them as Batgirl, the fierce bruiser who loves nothing more than a sharp verbal takedown followed by a good scrap!  Punching isn’t a ladylike thing to do?  No rule saying you can’t ballet-kick their noses up into their brains and grab the nearest blunt object to use as an improvised weapon!

Woman crimefighters aren’t expected to be as clever as the Dynamic Duo?  Time to surprise everyone by using common sense and book smarts to solve cases instead of Bat-Deduction and breaking out of deathtraps by being genuinely resourceful rather than relying on deus ex machina (she does get the occasional assist, but this girl freed herself from self-tightening garotte wire.  That counts for something.)! 

Every time someone on the show tries to sell her short, she gets around to proving them wrong within seconds, and it’s the most satisfying thing to see.  Her biggest flaws as Batgirl were that she could be a little too rough and sometimes unintentionally cruel (such as the time she sprayed Louie the Lilac with sentient rot because she thought he was just bluffing).  But with time and experience she learned better and continued to improve as Gotham’s newest protector—a job she took very seriously, but still had a sense of humor about.

Interestingly, in her first couple of appearances, Babs seemed to be very aware of the fact that people were going to end up comparing her to Batman and Robin, and it manifested in a rather competitive spirit.  She constantly kept secrets from them, even ones that pertained to the case they were working on, and she would even hide evidence from them so she could have the satisfaction of busting the bad guy first.  They didn’t seem to trust her on principle at first, especially Batman, who believed that it was in women’s nature to try to outdo men in everything (holy sexism, ya douchecanoe); and she apparently decided that it wasn’t worth the effort to change their minds.  When they asked her about where she got her information, she would be deliberately vague and mention things like tarot cards and tea leaves—“all part of a woman crimefighter’s arsenal”—as a sort of Take That against them.  And at the end of almost every episode, she would disappear without a trace while their backs were turned, making them wonder where the hell she could have gone.  Eventually the three came to trust each other much more and fall into an easier and more cheerful rapport, but she would still disappear on them when the job was done.

One of the biggest shakeups on the show was that the member of the original “Batfamily” she was closest to was none other than Alfred!  He was the first to stumble upon her secret identity, and she made him swear to secrecy “as a gentleman’s gentleman.”  And he kept his word and continued to serve as her confidante, meeting with her in secret when she didn’t know if she could trust Batman. Every opportunity there was to help Babs, Alfred took it, no matter what, whether it was freeing her from a particularly tricky trap or helping her track a criminal across Gotham.  The two of them quickly developed a really adorable familial relationship based on mutual trust and affection, and you could tell how fond of each other Yvonne Craig and Alan Napier must have been.

The one vastly different addition you could possibly quibble with about this Babs is that there’s this rather aggressive effort to try to pair her up with Bruce.  Her father is very in favor of the idea of the two settling down together (even though Babs is fresh out of college and Bruce is at least in his late thirties).  And while Babs thinks Bruce is a nice enough guy, all of their “dates” end up being rather awkward since Bruce is a colossal dork out of costume, and she honestly just finds him a bit boring.  Besides, “he’s no Batman.”  She has a rather thinly disguised hero-crush on Batman and often wonders who he is under the mask—one can only imagine her reaction to finding out it’s the same guy who would rather watch the news in the back of his limo than talk to her. The attempt at shipping is there, but it never really goes anywhere, so… dodged a bullet there.

And in case anyone is wondering about her and Dick, while they aren’t romantically interested in each other at all, they do make a fantastic team and seem to view each other as brother and sister or at least good friends.  There are entire subplots of episodes where the two team up to save Batman’s bacon, and it’s glorious.

All in all, Yvonne Craig—once a dancer for the Ballet Russe and then a character actress who’d performed opposite Perry Mason and Elvis Presley—gave the world one of the defining heroines of the 1960s.  One who never stayed a damsel in distress for long and was spunky, witty, rebellious, kindhearted, determined, free-spirited, and more than capable of holding her own with the boys.  If anyone remembers anything about the third season of Batman, it’s Batgirl in all her purple glory, and her legacy has endured for so long that even Gail Simone has gone on record saying that when she writes Barbara Gordon, it’s Craig’s voice she imagines.

Unfortunately, Batman’s third season would be its last; even with hopes for a fourth season on the horizon, the destruction of the sets meant that the Terrific Trio would never set forth again on the small screen.  Fortunately, though, this wouldn’t be the end of this Batgirl—she was given another chance in cartoon and comic book form!

In The New Adventures of Batman, she takes on Catwoman to clear her own name from the taint of crime, singlehandedly rescues Robin from both the Joker’s and the Riddler’s henchmen with nothing but brute force, and adds a whole new passel of gadgets to her utility belt, including her own grappling hook gun and a makeup compact that conceals pocket sand she can use to blind her assailants.

In the recent Batman ’66 standalone comics, she gets to help Batman face off against Lord Death Man in Japan, takes on the Joker and Catwoman multiple times, helps free her father from Bane’s clutches, outwits all of the Big Four through simple office politics out of costume, and singlehandedly fends off the Bookworm and Queen Cleopatra with ingenuity and a good pimp slap respectively.

In Batman ’66 Meets the Man From U.N.C.L.E., she battles Poison Ivy’s plant goons (accidentally decapitating one of them with a single kick) travels with the Dynamic Duo, Napolean, and Illya to Monte Carlo to face off against Hugo Strange and his new international crime syndicate, and almost throws hands with Strange all by herself.

In Batman ’66 Meets Wonder Woman ’77, she graduates from Batgirl to Batwoman (Kate Kane’s initial appearance never caught on, it would seem) and takes her place as the new police commissioner of Gotham City after her father retires.

And most recently, in Archie Meets Batman ’66, she and Dick Grayson go undercover as transfer students to help flush out the new supervillain threat plaguing Riverdale and its students, facing off against the Joker and Catwoman in particular so far while dealing with the rabid crushes Archie and Betty have on them.

And as long as people still show an interest in this iteration of Babs, there will probably be more content still to come.  Not gonna lie, this is my favorite version of Barbara Gordon in any medium—I love her personality, her approach to challenges, her fighting style, her relationships with the rest of the cast, and even her costume.  Maybe one day, in a new Batman ’66 comic, we’ll get to see more of a supporting cast for her—bring in Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Frankie Charles, Jason Bard, and all of the characters we’ve come to know and love from the greater DC canon!  Hell, even better, give her a chance to become Oracle and pave the way for new Batgirls inspired by the good she’s done for Gotham!  But for now, we should all take the opportunity to appreciate the most iconic Barbara Gordon and the legacy she left behind.

Before I go, I thought I’d leave you guys with a snippet from the Man From U.N.C.L.E. crossover comic that I think best encapsulates this Batgirl and why she does what she does.  If ever Barbara Gordon had a mission statement, this is it, and I can never commend the comics enough for recognizing what makes her so special.

#dc #batman 66 #barbara gordon #the schemer speaks #I had this in me for a long time and I had to get it out. #I love her so much you guys have no idea--you could not ask for a more perfect Barbara Gordon outside of 'Birds of Prey.' <3

[sushiobsessedwriter]

He Starts to Notice His Feelings- Akatsuki

Pein: Pein is an extremely clever man, therefore, when he started to notice his heart race, his stomach flutter with metaphorical butterflies, and the grin on his face when he thought you of you, he knew exactly what it meant. Yet, he couldn't tell you. Your smile would always stop him short, your eyes twinkling in his office light, your hand carefully clasping his when you relay your ideas. Despite being smart, Pein had absolutely no idea what to do or say. He created numerous scenarios in which he told you but they were all either too cliche or just didn't sound right. You were also an intelligent woman so, when he gave up on telling you he just assumed you knew so he went back to acting as normal, ignoring the beat of his heart when you looked at him. Itachi: You and Itachi were both in your usual position: your calves strewn over his lap, books in your hands and his fingers absently playing with the fabric of your trousers. However, Itachi was unable to focus on the words before him. Your warmth made its way through him and the smell of your perfume attacked his nose. He was so distracted by you that he spared a few glances in your direction. You were the complete opposite to him, your eyes and mind completely engrossed in your book. Your tongue poked the inside of your cheek as you turned the page, your eyes alight in fascination. Yet, all Itachi could think was how he wanted to pull you fully onto his lap and brush his fingers over your furrowed brow, just to see your eyes look into his whether that be in confusion or as you sent him a small grin. His eyes widened marginally and he removed his eyes from you and back to his book. THAT was a new development.

Kisame: When it came to talking about his feelings Kisame was surprisingly not all that open about it. You tried to get him to open up more but he often turned into a blushing mess and would quickly change the subject. That didn't stop you from being affectionate toward him though. Your lips would constantly visit his cheek when you were happy which he thought would be the death of him. His heart would skip a beat when you were near him and any thought of you would bring a shark-like grin to his face. It was when you had beaten him at a set of laps and you swam over to him to plant a kiss on his cheek in victory. He stood stark still in the water, his eyes wide as a school of fish swam around his abdomen. You didn't notice his strange behaviour as you went on to practice you handstands. His facial expression didn't change as his chest swelled and the fish swam faster, his eyes focused on you. Was he... In love with you? Hidan: Hidan did everything loudly and over the top so when the two of you laughed it was a spectacular sight to see. You were both practically falling over one another trying to breathe through your laughter. You had just told Hidan about your most recent mission and about an arms dealer you met. The situations you told him about caused him to burst into laughter, therefore causing you to follow suit. You spent a good five minutes laughing non-stop and whilst your laughter died to giggles, Hidan turned on his side to face you. You found yourselves on the floor but the ecstatic feeling in HIdan's chest caused him not to care. You stared up at the ceiling giggling to yourself so you failed to notice Hidan's furrowed brow and frown. Why did his chest feel so light? Why was his breathing ragged, was it from the laughter? He groaned in realisation and turned onto his back as well. It was then that you turned to face him, a smile adorning your face with your eyes alight in mirth. He glanced over at you and groaned again with his hand rubbing down his face. 'Fucking hell,' he thought 'I actually like her.'  Kakuzu: Kakuzu was quite a mysterious man, most of his face hidden when you see him, so when he was the one to start the conversation that had nothing to do with money or bounties you nearly fell over your feet.... and you were sitting. He wouldn't ever tell you but the sound your voice actually made his chest swell so he'd sometimes initiate the conversation just to hear it. He was a man of few words but when you spoke to him he felt the need to respond in kind and with haste lest you think he wasn't interested. Even when he counted his money you would make small talk with him or simply tell him about your day. He realised just how much you meant to him when you were on a mission. A shinobi from the Leaf had gone for one of his hearts but you had quickly put an end to that, knocking the man away from him with a cocky smirk. It was the way you held yourself, the way you selflessly protected him that made his cheeks flare beneath his mask and butterflies to swarm inside him. Kakuzu huffed when you faced him with that smirk and glared half-heartedly at you. Damn you for making him like you so much. Sasori: Sasori had supposedly gotten rid of all human emotion when he turned himself into a puppet. When you discovered this news you were both shocked and determined. You vowed to get him to show you some emotion other than a blank stare. Therefore, you tried tickling him, stealing his puppets and hiding them, you even outright insulted his artwork but still, nothing. However, when you unintentionally started hanging out with Deidara more and learning about his artwork, Sasori snapped. He saw red as he stormed over to you and pulled you into his workshop. You were confused to say the least but the anger in his eyes and the growl that bubbled in his chest said it all: you managed to make THE Sasori jealous. When you pointed that fact out he outright refused and went back to work, but what you didn't know, was that the thought of him pulling you to his chest and protecting you from the world ran through his head. Perhaps the puppet was capable of another emotion. Deidara: Deidara was in love with you, he knew that, everyone knew that... everyone but you. When he told you had a new detonating clay he wanted to show you, you jumped at the chance to see it so he took you to an open clearing and sat you down. You sent him a dazzling smile and practically bounced in your seat as you waited for the explosion. He set up the clay and stood at the other end of the clearing. However, when the explosion went off you barely had a chance to catch its beauty before you were blown backwards and into the woods. Deidara called your name and rushed to your side only to find you laughing your ass off. The relief on his face was blinding and his heart hammered in his chest at the thought of losing you. It was at that moment, as you placed your hand on his cheek to ease his worry, your e/c eyes staring into his, that he realised how crazy he was about you. Tobi: Tobi knew he liked you from the moment he met you (cliche yes, but true). In the dumpling shop you weren't afraid of him, you ignored your friends and sent him a cute wave which made him ecstatic. He was so infatuated by you that he had to tell you that you took his breath away, but instead it came out as "Tobi thinks you look pretty." He had given up hope right then and there but the way you scrunched up your nose and the polite thank you he received made his mistake worth it. Even though he wore a mask voluntarily, he wished you could see the dazzling grin he sent you when you laughed, or screwed up your face when something he cooked would just a tad too salty. He wished you could see how happy you made him just by being around him.  Tobi is infatuated with you, and has  been since the second he laid eyes on you. Zetsu: Zetsu had convinced you to go camping with him so he could show you the beautiful waterfall he found the day before. You were hesitant at first but when you saw the argument that was about to cause you agreed to one night of camping. It was while you were asleep on the other side of the tent that Zetsu began to ponder why exactly he wanted you to accompany him. You fell asleep shortly after your head hit the pillow and moved quite a bit in your sleep. This allowed Zetsu to have a full view of your peaceful face as he thought. He fiddled with his robe as he thought on his feelings for you. The white side was sweet, saying it was the way you looked at them and the way you treated them as your equal, whilst the black side claimed he felt this way due to your body and looks. However, when the white side came to conclusion that how they felt about you was akin to love, the black side did nothing but agree, a soft smirk on his face.

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[tigerlilynoh]

What Remains of Alicia Banes

Words: 3,128 Characters: Sam Winchester, Max Banes, Alicia Banes Trigger Warning: Discussion of depression, self-harm, suicide attempts

Teaser: Eight months after the events of Twings & Twine & Tasha Banes (12x20), Sam receives a phone call from Max Banes asking for help. When Sam arrives, he discovers that the situation is far from what he was expecting.

It’d been roughly eight months since Sam had last spoken to Max Banes.  On the night that they’d killed the witch that had murdered Max’s mother and sister, he and Dean had offered to help him out whenever he needed, though there hadn’t been a peep from him until that morning.  On the phone he’d sounded upset, but wouldn’t explain what was wrong.  He’d asked for Sam to come alone.  Something had happened and it sounded like he was embarrassed or ashamed.

On the four-hour drive to the Fox family estate, Sam considered the possible reasons why Max would request that only he come.  A trap seemed unlikely; Max didn’t seem the sinister type and there were enough other friends and acquaintances that would serve as more blindly-compelling bait.  For a brief moment he considered that maybe there was something to his suspicion that Max had been flirting with him at Isa Fox’s funeral, though feigning an emergency and making him drive that far didn’t seem like a reasonable funny-meeting-you-here moment.  It could’ve been that Max had noticed that he was the more magically attuned of the Winchester brothers and therefore might be more sympathetic or useful in an instance of a spell gone wrong.

When he got to the small mansion he noticed that it was almost entirely dark except for a light in the entryway and one of the rooms upstairs.  Some of the decorative plants in the front yard appeared overgrown.  A shingle had fallen from the roof and left on the front porch long enough that a spider had taken up residence.  He wasn’t sure if Max’s grandmother was still alive, but either way the house had a look of neglect about it.  After trying the doorbell, Sam opened the unlocked front door.

Max was sitting on the first few steps of the wooden staircase just beyond the door.  Large, old blood stains tarnished his grey skinny jeans and his olive green sweater.  There weren’t any obvious injuries, but he seemed in a daze.  His pink, puffy eyes were transfixed on his bloody hands until Sam closed the front door.  Sam was about to ask what had happened when he spotted the silver ring containing a teardrop-shaped gem of purple made irregular by the dark splotches of drying blood that had crept inside the setting.  Max was wearing the cursed thing.  He'd taken the deal.

“She’s upstairs,” the witch said when Sam’s gaze flicked reflectively around for Alicia—what was left of Alicia.  “I won’t let you hurt her.”

“I came here to help you.  I’m not gonna hurt anyone.”  Sam raised his hands in a subtle gesture of reassurance.  “You asked me to come.”

“Yeah.”  Max nodded, but he barely looked at Sam.

His face was a bit pale and his skin was clammy.  He was in shock.  It reminded Sam painfully of the last time they’d seen each other.

“Is that her blood?” Sam asked.

“Is her blood even blood…?” Max muttered to himself before pursing his lips.  He leaned his head back and took a sharp breath to collect himself.  “Yeah, man.  It’s hers.”

“What happened—“  Sam thought better of bringing up the obvious events that had occurred the night Alicia had died.  They had more urgent worries.  “How did she get hurt?  How can I help?”

“I….”  Max shifted, trying to regather his normal suave composure.  “I heard you were in a psych ward twice—no judgment.  With all the things I’ve heard about you….  I thought maybe you’d know what to do.  How to make her better.”

Sam had no idea what his mental health history had to do with any of this.  Alicia, or some facsimile of her, had been injured and that was….  Sam nearly cringed at the realization of what had happened, but he managed to mask his concern.  If his guess was correct, it would be important to be a source of stability.  He knelt down on the hardwood floor in front of Max so that he wasn’t towering over the undoubtedly terrified witch.

He softened his facial expression and tone.  “Was this the first time she hurt herself?”

Max moved to wipe away a tear, but stopped when he saw that the wrists of his sweater had turned brown with blood.  He shook his head.

Sam pressed the issue.  “How many times has this happened?”

“Three.”  Max’s voice was too quiet.  “This morning, when I got things stable… I told her not to do anything until you got here.  She's just lying on her bed, waiting.”

It’d been months since Alicia had died.  The golem, doll—whatever she was—had probably been alive for that long.  The spell had needed her heart….  Sam pushed the mental image of what Max had done from his mind.  Whatever he personally might’ve thought of it, what was done was done.  Right then there was just a scared kid, who needed his help.  Sam glanced upstairs.  Actually, there were two scared kids.

“Max, I need you to tell me how this works.”  Sam tried to keep his tone somewhere between reassuring and academically curious.  “I’m not gonna try to stop it; I’m not gonna make her go away.  I just want to understand what we’re dealing with.”

“She’s almost her, almost Alicia.  She has all her memories, knows all our jokes.  She even hassles me when I try to drive.”  Max let out a sad sort of chuckle.  “I burned the body.  There’s no soul….  I don’t know—I don’t think there’s a soul.  I took her heart.  She has Alicia’s heart, but there’s no EMF....”

“Okay, so probably no soul.”  Sam tried to make his voice noncritical.  He needed to keep Max focused.  “Does she remember dying?”

“No, not really.  She doesn’t remember it, but sometimes she asks me questions about our mom’s death and….  She figures out something’s wrong; like there’s a piece missing.  Alicia was always smart.  She was nosy like that.”  Max’s lip wavered between a smile and a grimace, then he covered his face with his hands for a moment, heedless of the dried blood on them.  “When she realizes that something’s wrong I make her forget.  A few times it went too far before I knew she’d figured it out and she’d already hurt herself.  I can make her stop if she starts—she has to do whatever I tell her.  I don’t do that much, but when she hurts herself….”

Sam broke eye contact and nodded in acknowledgement of everything as he started trying to figure out what to do.  Max was dabbling in controlling her—whatever she was.  Despite his good intentions, he was getting ominously close to falling down a path of domination and abuse, the kind of power trip that gave witches a bad reputation.  It was dangerous on that level, but in an immediate sense Max’s actions were unintentionally harming the creature upstairs… the creature that had Alicia’s memories and personality.  In all probability she didn’t know what was going on, and none of this was her fault.

“You’re going to give up control," Sam instructed with the calm conviction of a man trying to impart subjective centuries of wisdom.  “You don’t get to tell her what to do anymore.”

Max’s brow to furrowed.  “What if she wants to kill herself again?”  

Thankfully, Max’s voice was more confused than resistant—he at least felt conflicted about controlling her.  Sam put his hand on Max’s shoulder in a gesture of comfort, then gently turned Max’s face to look him in the eyes, emphasizing the next point.

“If you think she’s having a hard time, you try to talk to her about it and get her help.  You don’t take away her personhood.”

“She’s not….”  Max was trembling, uncertain how to finish the sentence.

“I don’t care how she got here.  I don’t care if she doesn’t have a soul.  She has thoughts and feelings.  She thinks and feels that you’re her brother.”

Max clenched his eyes, feeling the anguish borne from his choices, then sighed.  “I know.”

“She’s your sister.”  Sam paused a beat to let that sink in.  He could tell Max was truly listening to him.  “Treat her with some respect.”

Sam politely knocked on the bedroom door despite suspecting that Max’s instruction for Alicia to do nothing probably applied until she became aware of his presence.  Sure enough, there was no answer.  He slowly opened the door and stepped into the small but lavishly decorated bedroom.

She was lying on top of her bed, wearing a previously cream colored blouse and blue jeans that were half-covered in maroon-brown stains.  Sizable, bloody gauze bandages covered both arms from her wrists to a few inches shy of her elbows.  She was staring straight up at the ceiling, completely frozen—not even breathing.  

On the floor beside the bed were several bowls of damp cloths and bloody water.  The nightstand held a porcelain tea set, ready to provide a soothing drink.  Evidently Max had been trying to tend to her before he’d gotten there.

“It’s me, Sam," he offered as a greeting and a harbinger of conversation.

As soon as he’d finished talking she seemed to revive.  Her chest started rising and falling in either a subtle guise or sincere self-delusion of breathing.  When he took a step closer, her half-open, bloodshot eyes watched him cautiously, then flicked away in embarrassment, self-consciously settling on her bandaged arms.  She pursed her lips and might’ve rolled her body away from him, but he suspected that she really was too exhausted to properly evade him.

“Can I sit down?” Sam asked.  When she didn’t answer, he took the liberty of pulling an armchair up to the side of her bed.  “I wanted to check on you, to see how you’re doing.”  

“You don’t know me.”  She spoke so quietly that Sam had to scoot a few inches closer.  “We haven’t met.”

“Maybe, maybe not.  Either way, you’re my friend and I’m concerned about you.”  Sam gave her a few seconds to process what he’d said and potentially argue with him, but she only blinked slowly.  “Do you know why you hurt yourself?”

“I… I think so,” she hesitantly replied.  "I wanted to know if I feel pain.... And—and after I started, I just... kept going. I want—I wanted it to stop."

“You certainly look like someone who’s in pain.”  Sam offered her that validation.  “Do you remember what physical pain feels like?  Do you have the memory from before you died?”

“Yeah.  When I was fourteen I was biking down a hill.  I slipped on some loose gravel and skidded along the ground; I lost most of the skin on my arm….”  Her face dimmed as she stared at the bandages.  “Alicia lost most of the skin on her arm.”

“Did cutting yourself hurt?”  He kept his tone somewhere along the lines of neutral interest.  The last thing he wanted was for her to think he was judging her.

“Not as much as I would’ve thought.”  Her words seemed heavy, burdened by her shame and disappointment.

Sam nodded subtly with profound appreciation for both her discovery and the unease it had created in her.  “Depression can do that.”

Alicia shifted her body so that she could look him in the eyes.  Her brow was furrowed slightly in confusion, but her lips were relaxed instead of scowling.  She was curious—a very welcome emotion, all things considered.

“How do you know I’m depressed?” she asked warily.

Sam gave a little shrug.  “I imagine I would be if I was in your position.”

“You’re a person,” she countered.  

“And you aren’t?”

She didn’t have a comeback for that.  They stared at each other:  him with a friendly smile on his face, her trying to figure out what he was getting at.  

Sam started checking the teapot that was on the nightstand; it was still warm.  He began pouring himself a cup of tea in an attempt to fill the silence with an act of utter normalcy while giving her whatever time she needed.

“I… I don’t think I have a soul,” she replied after almost a minute.

“I didn’t have a soul for about a year and a half," Sam commented, then sipped his tea.  “Even though I was a bit disjointed back then, I was still a person.”

She inched toward the head of the bed in an attempt at partially sitting up to give him more of her attention.  He put down his teacup and helped reposition the pillows for her.  Her eyes were more lively and her mouth moved a bit, experimenting with voicing a thought.

“What do you mean by disjointed?”

“I felt numb.  I was confused about what was happening to me, but I wasn’t really scared.  Nothing scared me.”  Sam pursed his lips at the unpleasant memory.  “Things didn’t feel as real—I think I was fine with that at the time, once I knew why everything was the way it was.”

“Do you hate him?”

Sam didn’t respond at first.  He knew that she was probably drawing parallels between herself and the version of him that had existed without a soul.  He didn’t want to be dismissive or insulting to his former self and risk her taking it as a reflection on herself as opposed to him.  But at the same time he wasn’t prepared to lie to her in some shortsighted ploy to protect her.  She’d already lived through too much deception in her short life.

“There’s no ‘him,’ not in the way most people think of it.  He’s just me under different circumstances.”  Sam chewed his lip a bit, struggling to find the right words to explain the relationship.  “When I was him….  He did things that I wouldn’t do now, but I understand why he made those choices.  I don’t hate him.  I used to a little, back before I started trying to accept myself.”

“What kinds of things did you do back then, things you wouldn’t do now?”

“I was single-minded, mostly about hunting.  I wanted to be as good a hunter as I could, and…” Sam swallowed a bit of his emotion. “...I was unrelenting.  I killed people that didn’t need to die, because it was efficient.”

“There was something wrong with you, because you didn’t have a soul,” she suggested.

“I didn’t have a soul because there was something wrong with me.  There’s a difference.”  Sam pointed out the false equivalence.  “I’ve known plenty of people without souls who’ve been better than I was.  A human, angels, vampires, even a demon or two—”

“But they’re….”  She looked around, eyes trying to avoid his.  “I don’t know who I am or what’s real.”

“Soul or not, I’ve been in a similar position a few times before,” Sam offered, tapping experience gained from far too many incidents for a single lifetime.  “I’ve been confused about reality, not being sure if I can believe my own eyes or my memories.  It’s frightening.”

“Are you still frightened?”

“Sometimes, but over the years I’ve gotten better.”  Sam smiled for her benefit, but also at the realization that it was the truth.  “That’s why I’m here, talking to you about this.  Maybe I don't understand everything about what you're going through, but you trying to explain it to me... that's the foundation we build on. That's how we try to make it all less frightening."

“It’s not the same.”  She shook her head.  “You’re real.”

“And I’m saying that you’re real.  Maybe you aren’t human, but you’re definitely a person.”

“I’m a puppet.”

“Puppets don’t have existential crises.”

He expected her to argue with him, but she just sat for a moment.  Her chest heaved a few times with a series of what he hoped were deep, calming breaths.  She looked back down at her bandaged arms for a long while, then up at him.

“What am I supposed to do?”

His heart nearly ached with sympathy and a glimmer of hope.  “You’re going to hurt.”  He got right to the hard truth—she deserved the truth.  “Your brother isn’t going to erase the pain anymore and he won’t be telling you what to do.”

“He… he was just trying to….”  Alicia started tearing up.

Sam slowly moved to sit down on the bed next to her, carefully telegraphing his intent and watching for signs that she was uncomfortable.  He gently pulled her into a hug and could feel her begin sobbing.  She tried to wrap her arms around him, but her forearms were too damaged or too painful to really manipulate.  Instead she rolled her shoulders forward, burying as much of herself in his embrace as possible.

“You’ve been violated, betrayed—I get that.  I know your brother had good intentions, but it was selfish of him to do that to you.  You’re allowed to be upset.”  Sam assured her, then held her back away from him so that he could look her in the eyes.  “It’s going to take a long time for the trust to come back.  You two trusting each other.  You trusting yourself.  But I want you to know that I trust you.”

“Sam, I….”  Alicia’s mouth moved, but she couldn’t get the words out.  She looked down and shook her head in a distinctly ashamed tell.

“It’s okay.  You can tell me anything," Sam encouraged her.  “I won’t be upset.”

“What… what…” Her breath hitched as she started crying again.  “What if I’m evil?”

He wrapped her in another hug and held her tightly.  She nuzzled into his chest, allowing herself to be comforted—something for which he was deeply grateful.  His hand softly rubbed her back as she wept.

“It’s okay,” he whispered.  “Let it out.”

When she was done sobbing, she looked incredibly exhausted—understandably so.  He carefully helped her into a sitting position, leaning her against the headboard.  She partially drew her knees up toward her chest, but she didn’t seem nearly as withdrawn.  While she was repositioning, Sam grabbed a box of tissues for her, then picked up the teapot.  He held it, ready to pour a second cup, then looked to her.  After a moment she nodded.

“You know, worrying that you might be evil is actually a good sign.”  Sam moved to hand her the teacup, but realized she might have trouble holding it with her injured arms.  He gingerly held the cup up to be in front of her lips, then gave a diminutive, apologetic shrug.  A reflective smile flickered on her face before she leaned forward and took a sip.  “Let me tell you a story.  Back when I was a little younger than you, I started getting psychic visions….”

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[jiminniethemarshmallow]

Needs (M)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: This is a drabble that I wrote when I was bored. It’s short (in comparison to my other writings) and it’s probably not that good but I wrote this at like 4am so I didn’t expect much tbh. Anyway, I hope you enjoy 😊.

“Stop moving!” Jimin grunted as you fidgeted on his lap for the 5th time since you sat down not even 2 minutes ago.

“I’m sorry I’m just trying to get comfortable.” You lied. His thighs were a perfect seat and it was like your butt was made for his lap. Getting comfortable was not the issue.

“I know what you want, but I’m not going to give it to you so just stop it already.” Jimin replied playfully, discarding your comment as you wiggled a little more against him.

“But whyyyy?” You whined as you leaned back against him, your head resting on his shoulder. It had been a while since you two had sex and you were tired of being celibate. You didn’t know exactly how long it’d been but you decided that it was long enough so you started making active attempts to seduce him. Recently all of your attempts had failed and you were beginning to get frustrated.

Jimin sighed. “There’s no real reason. I jus-”

“Don’t love me anymore? Don’t want me anymore?” You interrupted and went on before he could respond. “I guess I’ll just have to live like a nun from now on. Forever abstinent until my lowly existence ends. I’ll die unwanted, unattended to, my vagina will dry up and then no one will want to fuck me-”

“Stop,” Jimin laughed at your melodramatic monologue. “I do still want you, don’t say things like that.” He reassured.

“Then why won’t you fuck me?!” You shouted. “I have needs ya know.” There was no shame at this point, you were willing to beg just to feel him again. Why was he torturing you like this?

He thought for a moment before a smirk crawled up his lips. It wasn’t a kind look, it was mischievous and devilish, the type of smirk that made butterflies flutter in your gut. You prepared yourself for what he was about to say.

“Ok I’ll take care of your ‘needs’ but under one condition. You have to beg.” His smile grew as he felt you take a deep inhale of annoyance, but you didn’t protest.

“Please Jimin? Please fuck me, I just want to feel you inside of me.” You batted your eyelashes innocently and turned your head towards him, hoping it would be enough.

“Continue.” He mumbled as he planted soft kisses on your neck and shoulder, moving your oversized shirt away from the skin.

“I’m so horny right now, please. I need you. I can’t stop thinking about how good your cock feels, how good you make me feel when I cum around you.” Such lewd words fell out of your mouth naturally, but you couldn’t be bothered enough to be embarrassed. “Please, I want you!”

Jimin pondered your words for a second as he sucked on your sensitive skin, careful not to make marks that were too dark. He finally sighed and moved his mouth to your ear so he could whisper to you. “Ok, I think you deserve it.”

In an instant you jumped up and began removing your clothes, the fabric couldn’t leave your body fast enough. Jimin on the other hand, took his time stripping himself of his clothes. His hands fiddled with the belt casually and it seemed as though there was no urgency to his movements. By the time you were completely naked, Jimin was just sliding down his boxers, eyes never leaving your body as a grin threatened the corners of his lips. You looked at him with wide eyes, hesitant to rush him but feeling your patience grow thin. He winked at you when he kicked his pants and boxers away and you took this as a chance to come closer to him. When your steps stopped a foot away from where he was, so did his movements.

“I’m feeling a bit lazy today so you’re gonna have to do all the work.” You gave him a questioning look and waited for him to elaborate. “This is an open invitation for you to use my body to pleasure yourself. I’ll just sit back, relax and enjoy to show.”

Without too much thought, you accepted his offer and reached for his shirt, tossing it over his head quickly and moving to straddle his waist. Your hands roamed his toned chest and you watched hungrily as his body reacted to your touch, muscles flexing as your fingertips ran across them. Despite his calm demeanor, you could tell Jimin was turned on by the way his cock hardened beneath you. As you leaned forward to capture his lips, you reached down and grabbed his shaft, pumping it slowly as you guided it to your entrance. You pulled away from the short kiss to look down at where you were aiming. He was still only half erect but it was good enough for you, he would get hard soon enough, so you ran his tip along your folds before sinking down on his length slowly, trying to adjust to his girth.

Your wetness allowed his entry to be smooth but your tightness slowed you down a bit. The stretch felt amazing no doubt, but you had to take him little by little to reduce the slight discomfort you felt. Jimin sighed as you rocked your hips gently to help ease him inside you. He was now fully erect and it made things easier because you didn’t have to hold him up.

“Shit, (Y/n) you’re so tight.” Jimin quipped, eyes locked between your legs to watch you engulf his length.

“It’s been a while.” You let out a short breathy laugh but it quickly turned into a gasp as you allowed yourself to drop farther onto him.

Once you were all the way down on him, you started moving immediately. An idea popped into your mind as you stared at Jimin, his expression still smug and relaxed. You wanted to get a little revenge for having to grovel to him so you decided that teasing him and making him beg for you would be acceptable pay back. Currently, he was content with the moderate pace you set, staying true to his word and not doing any work except for the occasional thrust upward. You slowed the pace exponentially just as he got comfortable, closing your eyes and throwing your head back in exaggeration. It did feel good, however, you would rather ride him hard and fast instead of slow and gentle. But that was not your objective in this moment and teasing Jimin took to priority.

His fingertips dug into your thighs when you continued, but you ignored it and moaned his name. Jimin’s breathing became unsteady as he tried to restrain himself, your moans and light movements arousing him and frustrating him at the same time. You tightened around his dick purposely and were pleasantly surprised when it evoked a groan from his throat.

“Baby, stop teasing,” He whined and you could feel his eyes piercing through you. “I’ll have to intervene if you keep testing me like this.” The warning wasn’t at all intimidating to you, but somehow his tone of voice made you anxious. Excitement built up inside you and suddenly you wanted to see what would happen, deciding to push his buttons further. Your walls clamped down on him again when you rolled your hips on him hard, rolling your head to the side to look at him with innocent eyes.

“But you said I could use you to pleasure myself and right now this feels so good.” You emphasized your words with a moan and a lip bite, Jimin unconsciously copying your actions as he stared at you.

He couldn’t argue with you. He did say that and he knew it, but that didn’t prevent him from getting worked up. A thin sheen of sweat was starting to form on his forehead and his hands had made their way up to your waist, subtly pushing you down onto him but you put up some resistance and stuck with the slow pace.

You alternated between bouncing on his lap and slow grinding, your lack in consistency driving Jimin crazy. When you bounced on his cock Jimin took advantage and pulled you down hard. The thing that really made him snap, however, was the fact that you never bounced on him for more than 5 seconds, reverting back to gently rocking against his hips just when he started to get into it. If he tried to buck into you, you would slow down even more to keep him in check. He had virtually no power. Sexual frustration built within Jimin quickly and he finally couldn’t take it anymore.

Wrapping his hands under your ass, Jimin stood abruptly and headed toward your bedroom. You looked at him with wide eyes and tried to read his emotions as he carried you out of the room, cock still buried inside of you.

“What are you doing?” You asked innocently, wrapping your arms around his neck for support.

“I gave you a chance to satisfy yourself but since you wanna play games, we can play.” The dark lust swirling in his eyes turned you on beyond belief. Your walls tightened around his member unintentionally and caused Jimin to grunt. “Are you enjoying making me frustrated?”

“Now you know how I felt every time you rejected me.” Your smart ass remark makes Jimin scoff and roll his eyes at you.

When you enter the room he kicks the door shut behind him with his foot and places you on the bed beneath him, immediately attacking your jaw and neck with kisses. His hips move idly against yours and you moan at the feeling of him rocking inside of you. He pulls back and drags you to the edge of the bed by your hips so he can stand comfortably. With hungry eyes, Jimin looks down at you and licks his lips.

“I’m gonna fuck you the way I want since you don’t want to do it right yourself.” He growls before snapping his hips into yours, making you slide up the bed a little. He pulls you back into him as he rapidly slams into you, not giving you enough time to react. A gasp gets caught in your throat from his actions but it quickly turns into a moan. This is what you wanted all along. For him to pound into you and satisfy the ache between your legs that has been bothering you for what felt like an eternity. His sudden aggressiveness let you know that he too has been craving you and it made you wonder why he had been depriving himself.

But you had no time to ponder such things because Jimin angled his hips and hit your spot perfectly. A surge of pleasure rushed through you and forced you to grab onto his biceps. Your back curved off of the bed and noises escaped your throat before you had a chance to contain them. A deep hum rumbled in Jimin’s chest as he felt and observed your body’s reaction to him.

“Tell me when you’re close.” He knew you wouldn’t last much longer, it had been too long. He could see it in the way your body tensed up when he went faster and harder, could feel it in the way your legs started to tremble and tried to squeeze together. His palms ran up the inside of your thighs to grip your knees, pushing your legs farther apart and holding them open. Jimin looked at your face to see you peering up at him though your lashes, moaning his name and speaking to him with your eyes. He couldn’t resist the allure of your lips and bent down to steal a kiss, changing the motion of his thrusts. With this angle he was almost flush with you so his pelvis rubbed against your clit every time he ground his hips into you. There was still power in his movements as he did body rolls against you and the combination of the intimacy and strength had you teetering on the edge.

“Baby,” You pant out against his lips. “I’m close.” The words were moaned and barely coherent but Jimin understood and pulled away from you. Then you felt his hips slam into yours harshly, making you jolt up the bed.

“Don’t you dare. Not yet.” He warned and suddenly his thumb was rubbing circles into your clit. The added stimulation made his request seem impossible. Your eyes squeezed shut as you fought against your body, abdomen tightening to hold off your convulsing walls. You were looking so forward to cumming but now your impending orgasm seemed like a curse as you tried to hold yourself back. Jimin knew exactly how much pressure to use as he rubbed you and you wanted to scream at how good it felt.

“Jimin please!“You pleaded desperately and you felt like you were fighting a losing battle. Your hands were gripping the sheets so hard your knuckles were turning white and your breathing was so labored you felt like you were going to pass out. But Jimin knew your limits and just how far to push you to max out your pleasure.

“Just a little more,” He mumbled before reaching down to peck you on your trembling lips. He could feel your self control slipping away so he took mercy on you and granted you release. “Let go sweetheart. Cum for me.” At his words you let your body go limp and it was suddenly out of your control. Your hips moved on their own accord to move against Jimin’s thumb and the added friction was enough to push you over the edge. Jolts of electricity shot through your body from your core, traveling up your violently shaking legs to your toes, forcing them to curl in delight, and through the base of your spine and up, making your back arch high away from the mattress. Tears of bliss pricked the corners of your eyes and slid down your flushed cheeks as moans that resembled Jimin’s name flew from your lips along with profanities and sighs of pleasure.

The sight of you coming undone beneath him was too much for Jimin and he also found his orgasm fast approaching. The thumb that was still stroking your bundle of nerves moved to rub circles into your thigh instead when you became too sensitive. He pulled out of your dripping cavern and quickly grabbed your wrist to guide your hand to grip his throbbing member. Your eyes opened slightly to see the glazed look in Jimin’s and you tried your best to finish him off. Your hand jerked quickly along his dick and a string of groans and sighs left your boyfriend’s beautiful mouth. Soon after that you were surprised with his hot semen shooting from his roaring red tip onto your breasts and stomach. His hips moved into your hand to ride out his high before you pulled away and watched the sexy look on his face as he reveled in the pleasure.

With shaky legs, Jimin made his way onto the bed and pulled you up next to him. You shuddered as relief and the aftershocks of your orgasm washed over your body along with fatigue. After a few minutes of recovery, you felt Jimin get up and grab an old shirt from the floor to clean up the masterpiece he had painted on your body. A question popped into your mind as he wiped you up and you mustered up some strength to speak.

“Why did you deprive me of sex for so long?” You intended to sound angry but you failed.

“It always makes us orgasm harder.” He says with a smirk and you can’t help but agree. A sigh leaves you.

“Well in that case, it was worth the wait.”

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