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nobodyfamousposts · 1 year
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Yes. Nino making Gabriel suffer is amazing. Imagine if Littlebug (and maybe Shelley) were there to help Nino in his quest?
Well, they had to have gotten the Rabbit Miraculous somehow.
He had done it.
Nino had made it past the defenses of the Bakery, Marinette's room, and even the traps she had set. Now there was only one thing still standing in his way…
A less than impressed Littlebug sitting on top of the Miracle Box.
Her hands were empty—though only for now. And from the look she was giving him, he didn't have much time before they would be holding something that would no doubt be very unpleasant for him.
He'd have to act first.
"Please?" He cajoled.
She would not be swayed. She was a fierce and mighty guardian! And when Mama was gone, she protected the Box and the Friends inside from anything and everything!
"It's for a good cause!"
She scoffed. That was what Meanieface said as well.
"Hey, I'm nothing like him!"
But he wanted the Box and the Friends inside. And it was clear that he didn't have Mama's permission or want her to know about it otherwise she would be here herself.
"Okay, point."
She frowned and her little hands clenched, preparing to activate her power.
"Look, I'm just gonna mess with Hawk Moth."
….she paused.
"In the past. Y'know…when he deserves it and no one will know."
….she was intrigued. Go on.
"Yeah, there's not much else to say."
Disappointing. But why then did he not speak with Bunny X and ask to use her Miraculous?
"Because I just want to punch him in the face and I know she won't let me."
Littlebug frowned and tilted her head to the right, considering.
On the one hand, it was clearly something Mama would not approve of.
She tilted her head to the left.
But on the other hand, it was Meanieface and he did deserve it.
She looked back up at Nino, who was looking back at her clearly pleading.
Littlebug shrugged and flopped over, landing face-first on the floor.
Nino blinked in surprise. "Littlebug?!"
Oh no. She has fallen and cannot get up. Surely it would be inconvenient and not at all her fault if someone were to take a Miraculous while she wasn't looking.
Nino blinked again before breaking out into a grin.
"Thanks, Littlebug! I'll owe you!"
Pictures would be nice.
"Got it."
And more playtime with Shelly.
"Will do."
And the next Home Alone movie.
"No. Marinette will strangle me with her yoyo if I show you that."
And what will she do if she finds out you took the Bunny?
"…we'll discuss it later."
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sy5starplaty · 11 months
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Ted Lasso 3.10 live blog...
Ooh, I knew Nate would lose something with that choice to defy Rupert... has he departed on his own terms or was he fired?
Love Sky Sports doing the exposition, though.
Ted: "Bumbercatch, you're Swiss?" Moe: "Yeah, look at me."
"Godspeed, or whatever your deity chooses to self-medicate with." - I'll have to remember that one.
LOL... Dani is a completely different person when he's playing for his country. Love it.
tedbecca... NOT talking about periods. :D
Oh, there's added Trent, who is excellent at girl talk.
DON'T BE INVOLVED IN A SUPER LEAGUE! IT'S WHAT DESTROYED AUSTRALIA'S RUGBY LEAGUE CODE!
Rebecca has Rupie down as "The Devil".
Nate: "Am I an idiot?" Jade: "Sometimes, yes."
Oh, he quit. Good.
And... yep. Jack's revenge or something. This has been a let down of a storyline for Keeley. Only good part of it is Barbara.
Why you wearing red again Ted? Is it another String of Fate episode?
Go away, Rupert!
YAY PHOEBE'S MOM IS THE SAME DOCTOR AS FROM "MAN CITY”!
And... wait, Jamie's here? Oh, Roy talks about him all the time?
Wait... the shirt is tiny. Did Roy just fill out more? Or was there laundry-related shrinkage involved?
Honestly, I do love seeing Roy dumbfounded.
Jamie: "Your sister is fit." Roy: "I will cut your eyes out." *Jamie laughs*
Edwin Akufo does revenge too.
Billionaires be crazy.
Aw, Keeley... going through the motions of losing your job. 
Higgins with the hot tea in his lap again... I don't think he's having any more kids.
A Mae & Keeley scene. We've never had one of those before, have we? Ooh, this is quite interesting. And informative... and this is the last season or is a 4th likely? Because I needs me some more Mae&Keeley time.
LIGHTNING, YOU SAY?
ROY'S WALKING IN WITH HIS SHIRT FROM PHOEBE, ISN'T HE? BRILLIANT.
Laughing Liam!
Text from Rebecca: "Are you alive? Text 'no' if dead." IDK but that sounds like a thing Ted might say.
Mexico vs Canada... Dani, wow. I hope you're super apologetic later.
WELL... THERE'S THE CLEAREST SIGN I'VE EVER SEEN. GREEN MATCHBOOK AND GREEN SOLDIER. I think we were right tedbecca fandom... *squees*
Roy's had enough of the tie-dye now that Keith is sporting one too.
Hey, now. You don't just ditch a Phoebe present. There's a good lad. Come back for it.
Rebecca gearing herself up for this meeting, and... little girl! I wonder if that's the "Dutch girl" from the callout being re-used for a much better purpose.
Roy wearing Phoebe's shirt at her school.
Ms Bowen: "I like cleaning up a mess. Hope it didn't cause too much damage." Roy: "Fuuuuuudddge."
Barbara in casual wear. "Juicy"... Now I really want my crackship of Jamie/Barbara.
60 quid snowglobe? Keeley.
Nate's... searching for who he used to be?
And Roy's buying something?
Oh... violin, Nate? I could never do the shaky hand thing. I was in an orchestra that had concerts - I was in first violins too! But I grew to hate playing it, so I stopped at 13yo. Moved onto clarinet... which was tough on my lips & lungs more than my arms & neck. Now can't play any instrument due to my disability. Piano maybe, if I had the energy.
Yay, Rebecca, with the voiceover! Also, she's completely right.
And... she somehow got through to Rupert. On this matter, anyway.
And... thank you Mr Shelley for FINALLY apologising. Nate'll be able to talk to Ted properly now (but I also need him to make amends with Will).
And... I knew Rupert would try that, but Rebecca has well & truly moved on from you Devil.
FINALLY ROY&KEELEY TIME.
Lovely apology letter, Roy. But, yeah, your hand-writing is... way too tiny.
Wait, Keeley's walking out of frame... to Roy?
Happy Shelley Family Time.
Change of outfit... who's at Keeley's door? REBECCA!
They talking, and talking, and... oh, Roy's there in a dressing gown. Guess they're back on.
Will! And... he's walking in to find everything's already done. I HOPE that's because Nate's done it for him & is making amends... But also, how did he get in there?
A bit of lavender on the note.
I understand he can't quite face him yet (or Ted for that matter)... but THANK YOU NATE.
AND BARBARA'S BACK!
And everyone's back... and Dani? Ok. No apologies there. He's just one of those Jekyll/Hyde characters.
Is that Keith's shirt, Roy?
AND... MORE TEDBECCA!
Sitting very close... and she's wearing PINK!
And then blasting tea at Ted's face like he did with the sparkling water at the end of s1.
Y'know, this means they've basically kissed now.
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its my first wild wednesday of my senior year of college!!!! im taking a film class this semester and the TA sucks, so i’d like to imagine messing around w your hot, frat boy, film major TA Josh (circa highway tune era). im an english lit major and the film bros at my university are the bane of my existence, but theres something about having a little enemies to lovers with frat boy!Josh that just makes me want to throw all my morals out the window…
As a film school graduate, I completely understand how fucking annoying film bros can be. Holy fuck the way they get PISSED if you say, "I just don't think Quentin Tarantio is a good writer." I used to do that just to make them mad lol
I'd like to think you and Josh would have to do a scene together for one of your classmates short films, seeing as they didn't know of anyone else to ask who would be willing to help out. Josh is boarder line decent to get along with when you aren't talking about film, but the moment someone brings up Kubrick you want to punch him in the face.
"Kubrick was an amazing director!"
"He got a great performance out of her-"
"Um, do you even know the bullshit he put Shelley Duvall through for The Shining?!"
"By making her stay up for days on end with no sleep, and gaslighting her into thinking everyone on set hated her."
"It's still a good movie."
"You're a dick." You roll your eyes as you look over the shooting schedule, the two of you rehersing in Josh's off campus apartment. Running lines with Josh was nice most of the time, he was a good actor, it shocked you he wanted to be behind the camera instead of infront of it. You on the other hand, were just doing a classmate a solid in hopes that they would run your audio for your short film. "This script is fucking awful." Josh whispers frustrated from trying to figure out a non cringey way to read lines from a wannabe horror movie. "Yeah, its pretty cheesy." You agree, flipping through the pages of bad dialogue consisting of clichés, corny one liners and awkward flirty dialogue that only proves the guy who wrote it doesn't really know much about women.
"So what's the plan here? Your character is the killer, predictable, and I'm the helpless victim, sexist, and you're taunting me with a knife that I end up stabbing you with, wow how original." You sigh tossing the script on to the coffee table, turning to face Josh on the couch as he writes in his script. "It really does need some changes." He agrees as he continues his scribbling. "What are you writing?" "Some notes on dialogue, I'm thinking something that flows more naturally than, 'Oh no, you were the killer all along?' Something a little more exciting." Josh explains.
Josh moves closer to you on the couch, "So how am I supposed to move, I go from having you against the wall, to you pushing me to the ground?" Josh asks confused, "Well, you could choke me and I could pull a knife?" You suggest, Josh's eyes light up, "Do you know how to be stage choked?" He asks, "No? Do you?" You answer curiously.
The two of you end up rewriting most of the scene completely, a flirty back and forth where the killer doesn't reveal his plot but simply distracts the would be victim with seduction, "And then I stab you in the gut, telling the audience that I figured it out when you referred to the very first victim in the past tense when no one else knew that they were dead yet. It makes my character seem like less of the ditzy bimbo and more of the Nancy Drew type." You add. "What you don't wanna be a bimbo? I love bimbos." Josh smirks, "I bet you do. I have no problem playing anything, I just hate lazy writing." You justify.
"I took stage combat last semester."
"Of course you did."
"Hey, it was a good class, and obviously very helpful now."
You can feel yourself blushing, this is stupid, like where am I supposed to look? He's so close to me, do I look into his eyes? That's too intense, maybe his mouth, oh, his lips are pretty, no no that's weird, he's gonna get the wrong impression, I'll just look in his eyes, his stupid, big, brown eyes. It was not lost on you that Josh was cute, fuck, he's the cutest guy in the whole department, and him holding you like this and this close is not helping.
"Okay, whatever nerd, just show me." You sigh exasperated, moving closer to Josh. He brings his hand up to you, "Okay, so in stunt work, all of the responsibility of selling it is on the 'victim' in the scene, so you gotta make it look realistic." Josh explains as he gently places his hand on your throat adding zero pressure. "So you don't squeeze at all?" "Well, only a little bit, but just here, on the sides of your neck, not your actual windpipe." He says, his hand gently squeezing. "Oh yeah, that feels...fine." You say as you look him over.
"So what do I do?" You ask him softly, Josh's eyes search yours, "Uh, you can um, put your hands on my arm and my wrist, make it look like you're trying to push me away?" He suggests. You bring your hands up to his forearm, leaning back against the arm of the couch as you place your hands on his forearm and bicep, squeezing the muscle beneath for effect. Oh? That's nice, hm, a little muscle there, what a suprise, you think to yourself as your eyes look over his arm. His fingers give your throat a gentle squeeze, bringing you back to his eyes, "Does that feel okay?" Josh asks gently, his fingers applying just the smallest bit of pressure. You can feel your heartbeat slamming in your chest and your stomach doing a flip. "Y-Yeah, uh you can squeeze a little harder, if you want?" You say bringing your hand on top of his on your throat.
Josh's eyes look to your neck as he feels your hand, helping him tighten his grasp just a tad more. "I don't wanna hurt you." Josh whispers, his eyes looking into your eyes, "You aren't. It's, uh, nice." You say softly, his hold semi affecting your voice. "That's my line, 'I don't wanna hurt you', remember? I think you wrote it." Josh smiles shyly as he moves in a little closer. "Oh," you chuckle nervously. Fuck he's cute, "Maybe I am more of the ditzy bimbo type." You respond quietly, a subtle rasp to your voice. Josh smirks as he looks at your lips and back to your eyes, "I do love bimbos." He whispers as he brings his lips to yours, kissing you gently.
His kiss is soft, warm and gentle, he tastes sweet, like cinnamon, and his lips are softer than you thought they'd be. You kiss him back and soon your hands move to his shoulders, pulling him close to you. His hand lets go of your throat as he lays more against your front and between your legs, his hand in your hair.
His tongue enters your mouth and you can't help but moan into his open mouth, his fingers scratch gently at your scalp as he pulls your hair so he can kiss at your neck. You grind against him, wanting to bring him even closer still, "Fuck, Josh." You whisper as you pull at his shirt, slipping your hands to rest on the warm skin of his back underneath. "Do you want to take this to my bedroom?" Josh asks slyly, kissing and licking up your neck. "Yes, please." You whine, he pulls away, getting up and picking you up to take you into his room.
"I swear to God if there is a Pulp Fiction poster in there-"
"Let's just stay out here then."
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roadtogracelandx45 · 1 year
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Prompt List updated March 27th
I am starting with 70 for now, I may add or change them going forward. but for now these were the ones i had in my notebook. i got all of them off of Pinterest. Some already have names by them but go ahead and request them again if you like the prompt and I can redo them.
Fandoms I write for:
Top Gun Maverick: All
Elvis: Elvis
One Chicago: Kelly Severide, Jay Halstead, Will Halstead, Connor Rhodes, Adam Ruzek
Avengers: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Natasha, Clint Barton, Peter Parker
Triple Frontier: Will Miller and Benny Miller
Four Brothers: Bobby Mercer, Jack Mercer
Sons of Anarchy: Jax Teller, Opie Winston, Juice Ortiz, David Hale,
Fast and Furious: Dom Toretto, Roman Peirce, Brian O'Conner, Letty Ortiz
Band of Brothers: Wild Bill, Babe, Malarkey, Nixon, Winters, Joe Toye
Twilight: All of the Cullens, Jacob Black and Bella Swan
Harry Potter: All
WWE/TNA/AEW/ ROH : Seth Rollins, Roman Reigns, Dean Ambrose, Stephanie McMahon, Triple H, Shawn Michaels, Chris Jericho, CM Punk, The Young Bucks, Adam Cole, Bobby Fish, Kyle O'Reilly, Roderick Strong, Chris Sabin, Alex Shelley, Randy Orton, Edge, Christian Cage, Matt Hardy, Jeff Hardy, Hurricane Helms. Mr. Kennedy
Supernatural- Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Cas
The West Wing: Josh Lyman, Sam Seaborn
Game of Thrones: Robb Stark, Jon Snow, and Sansa Stark
Lord of the Rings/ The Hobbit: Thorin, Fili, Kili, Bilbo, Legolas, Aragon.
Black Sails: Billy Bones, James Flint, Eleanor, Charles Vane, Anne Bonney, John Silver
Law and Order SVU: All
Hawaii Five-0: All
SWAT: All
Yellowstone: Kayce Dutton, Rip Wheeler, Beth Dutton, Jamie Dutton.
Crash- Kenny
Southland- John Cooper, Ben Sherman
Gotham- Jim Gordon
White Collar- Matthew Keller
The Mighty Ducks- All
The Outsiders- All
*****
01 “Oh you think I am cute when I am angry? Well get ready because I am about to be gorgeous.”  
02. “I can’t lose you again. Can’t  you see that? I am not strong enough.” 
03. “Marry me’ 
04. “I’m not jealous.” 
05.  “Kiss my ass.” 
06.  “Were you ever gonna tell me?” 
07. “Excuse you?”
08.  “This is all your fault.” 
09. “It’s not fair.” 
10. “Game Over, you lose.” 
11.  “Is she always this obnoxious?” “Oh, she is just getting warmed up.” 
12. “We don’t need to control them. We need to unleash them.” 
13. “It should have never come to this.” 
14. “I’m not a lot of people’s favorite person.” 
15. “I shouldn’t have wasted 3 years on someone when Russia could have sent me a good bottle of vodka.” 
16.  “Can we have this conversation when you aren’t upset?” 
17. “Come over here and make me, why don’t ya?” 
18.  “I am tired of being your secret.” 
19. “Mess with them, you mess with me.” 
20. “I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.” 
21. “ I am coming to get you. Stay there.” 
22. “Are you safe?” “I, I don’t know.” 
23.  “This is why I don’t let myself fall in love.” 
24. “You are my regret.” 
25. “You have to make a choice.” 
26. “Put the knife down.” 
27. “Jokes on them.” 
28. “The way you flirt is shameless.” 
29. “With all due respect, I’m going to ignore everything you just said.” 
30. “It’s me! It’s me baby! Calm down.” 
31.  “Have you lost your damn mind?” 
32.  “Hey, I am here with you. Okay? Always.”
33. “Hold me back.” 
34.  “You aren’t a bad guy.” 
35. “You know we are meant to be.” 
36. “Mine.”
37. “Seriously, you are a manchild.”
38.  “I get it alright! I fucked up!” 
39. “She’s dead! I killed her!” 
40. “You smell nice.”
41.  “I think I am pregnant.”/ “I am pregnant, not helpless. Stop worrying so much.” 
42. “So what if I am jealous? Its not gonna change anything.” 
43. “You owe me.”
44. “Be careful.” “I always am.” 
45. “Take my jacket, it's cold outside.” 
46. “I am not some toy  you can play with.” 
47. “Just play long. Please.’
48.  “I did something terrible.’ 
49. “Don’t hurt the hair on their head.’ 
50. “I got your back.” 
51. "I told you not to get too close to me."
52. "How long?' "Since the beginning."
53. "Touch her and you're dead."
54. "Baby, we are the law."
55. "Baby, don't make me spell it out. You know I want you."
56. "I will always choose you."
57. "What happened? I told you to stay by my side!"
58. "Don't you dare!"
59. "Well what can I say? I am a badass."
60. "Excuse me, I have to go and make a scene."
61. "Before this happens, I need you to know that I have always loved you." 1
62. "No panties, baby girl?" 1
63. "Well you are coming home with me whether you like it or not."
64. "That looks hard. Let's switch."
65. "Saddle up doll."
66. "Like what you see?"
67. "Don't pretend to be innocent."
68. "You're mine. And I don't share."
69. "Welcome back, now fucking help me."
70. "Don't be an asshole, asshole."
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irish-urn · 2 years
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LWD: “Grade Point Average”
Okay, so I keep trying to give Emily the benefit of the doubt, and I know as a teenager, she would be VERY concerned about her reputation; but she’s far more concerned about her reputation (especially seeing how Casey hangs around her) than Casey’s problems, and that... bugs me.
EMILY. “It is. ...not hard at all!” EMILY. Gosh, I hope you improve. I am having vivid flashbacks to the way the girls in my MIDDLE SCHOOL treated me. We parted ways in high school; I was much happier and better off; BUT OH MY GOSH, EMILY. YOU ARE NOT SUPPORTIVE AT ALL. IT’S LIP-SERVICE; someone get her off my screen before I scream.
(I know, I know: she’s 15 and everything is about fitting in and being cool or at least flying under the radar, but come ON.)
“You speak English, don’t you?” / “Very goodly.” DEREK YOU ARE SO WITTY, I LOVE YOUR SMART MOUTH.
George’s description of Derek failing Grade One just sounds like a young boy with ADHD, honestly. And, I mean, I think it’s semi-confirmed canon that Derek’s birthday is in the late fall, right? (I HC it in early November) which means he really should haven’t started school until he was almost 6 anyways... Like. I know people whose birthdays are in September/October who didn’t start school for another year, because you are developing so so fast at that point in your life that a couple of months makes for a WORLD of difference.
Honestly, they shouldn’t make fun. I know it’s 2005 and such, but... 6 year old Derek sounds like an energetic, clever child with ADHD who is younger than everyone else in his class.
The more I see of George, the more I understand Derek.
Lizzie and Casey’s talk about being lame to change yourself, and how being a teenager is complicated is REAL TALK. Poor girls.
So, Nora is more aware than George that they are failing as parents — although she doesn’t word it that way. I feel like George thinks that as long as his kids are alive, healthy, and functioning, he’s done a good job as a parents, which... Yikes.
PAUL. I ADORE YOU.
Also: Casey is an overachiever even when it comes to underachieving. You ridiculous girl; what a nutcase (said with extreme fondness).
Them working together is going to be a disaster. I am super looking forward to it (also, also: Sam knows Derek way too well and it made me grin like a maniac.)
MARTI PURPOSELY MESSING UP THE ANIMAL SOUNDS IS THE BEST PRANK DEREK HAS EVER PULLED AND HE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW IT.
Girly-girl Case suits her so much better than slacker-chic (and vice versa for Derek. I love it).
Derek, you pretend to be so cool and to not care about anything, but you’re so human with so many emotions. You are freaking out — and also rather betrayed by Casey using your slacker-tendencies to her advantage... And yet, not fighting her on this, because you know you made your own bed. So now... You harass Edwin. Poor, innocent Edwin.
THEY’RE DOING A PROJECT ON PERCY AND MARY SHELLEY???? THE MARRIED ROMANTIC WRITERS. DUDE. DUUUUUUUUDE.
(hey, didja know that Percy and Mary first did it on her mother’s gravesite? That’s pretty insane, huh. And that they ran away to France and then Switzerland together, all the while he was married to another woman? Their lives were insane.)
GEORGE. GEORGE. When your son comes to you for help — because that’s what Derek was DOING when he brought up his English class!!! — you don’t tell him that failure isn’t an option, YOU HELP HIM. HE NEEDS HELP. HELP HIM.
I HAVE EMOTIONS.
HE DEFENDED HER. THOSE JERKS WERE GONNA CALL HER A GRUB, AND DEREK SHUT THEM DOWN.
I mean, I know, I KNOW that Casey is the hero here, I know that she’s the one who saved Derek, but that’s not OOC for her. I think she wants to make nice with Derek, but Derek won’t let her. But Derek needs a 90, is honest with her, and she goes to work as a grub; and Derek could have just been quiet and smug and relieved; AND HE SPOKE UP AND SHUT THEM DOWN AND I’M SO PROUD OF HIM. I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS RIGHT NOW.
“Derek’s wrong about a lot of things.” ...you know, George. When I was in my fifth year of university, I was writing a thesis for my English degree. I had a lot of trouble with the passive tense; and my professor/supervisor snapped at me, “How can you be in your fifth year of English and not know what the passive tense is?”
And I said, in one of the bravest moments of my life, “If I don’t understand the passive tense after all this time, that’s your failing as a teacher, not mine as a student.”
She shut up. She sat back. She took five minutes to teach me the passive tense; I understand it perfectly by the time her explanation was complete (no one had ever broken it down for me; they just assumed I knew it). I took back my draft, re-did it in the active tense, and the paper got accepted with just a couple more tweaks.
And hearing George say that; say, “Derek’s wrong about a lot of things.” ...George. If Derek is wrong about a lot of things, that’s your failure as a parent, not his as a son.
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ecruteak-city · 2 years
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Rating: T
Summary: "Maintain top quality. Give up your sanity." -Sea Mauville's slogans for a cheerful and fun workplace // Groudon and Kyogre are calmed, and Archie retreats to the last place anyone would think to find him. He doesn't expect Maxie to have the same idea—or to be coping with failure even worse.
Word Count: 3450
(Please heed the warnings, this one might be too heavy for some people.)
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“Shhh, girl, it’s alright.” Archie patted Sharpay’s side as she slowed. 
The Sharpedo gave a low rumble, but wouldn’t swim closer to the half-sunken building. Archie couldn’t blame her. Last time Sharpy had been this close to Sea Mauville, his unit leader had knocked her out and threatened to chop off her fins for Archie’s mutiny.
“None of those punks are gonna be here anymore, Sharpy,” he whispered, but slid off of her back and into the cold midnight sea. “I won’t let ‘em hurt you ever again.”
“Grarooough,” Sharpay growled, trying to nudge him away from the looming structure.
Maybe he should have listened to her. But Sea Mauville was the one place that Interpol would never expect him to go back to—and even if they did, he knew this hellhole inside and out. He could play hide and seek with Interpol’s goons until they ran out of air.
“Alright. Yer gonna have to get used to this new base before too long, though.” 
He unclipped Sharpay’s pokeball from his waist and let her inside. Then it was just him, the sea… and the place that had haunted his nightmares for the past ten years.
“Welp. Best take my own advice,” he muttered, swimming towards the crooked roof.
No one else should be stupid enough to wander around Sea Mauville this time of night. He had his Crobat, Blueberry, fly a quick recon before he climbed aboard, though.
He fed Blueberry a pink pokeblock, holding her close to his chest. Not like there were any grunts to act tough for around here.
He’d probably never see his loyal crew again. His friends. Matt and Shelley…
At least they’d be safe, without him. The little scamp would speak up for how they’d tried to stop Archie in the end.
“Enough lollygaggin’, eh?” He forced a grin, scratching Blueberry’s head. She let out a low chirp. “Yeah, I thought so.”
She fluttered out of his arms as he crossed the roof, finally taking the plunge into Sea Mauville’s interior.
“Arceus,” he cursed. 
The poster of company slogans still hung right next to the entrance. 
01. Say good morning very loudly.
02. Don't bring Pokémon to your workplace.
03. Always arrive on time. Always stay late.
04. Lay your life on the line in safety checks.
05. Take joint responsibility for teamwork.
06. Obey your superior's orders absolutely.
07. Maintain top quality. Give up your sanity.
08. Worship and praise the founder.
09. Don't expect time off before you retire.
10. No need to think. Just work unceasingly.
He didn’t need to read them. There wasn’t enough water in the world to wash those mantras from his mind. 
“Can’t believe no one bothered to hide how messed up this place was.” His fists clenched. If it wouldn’t tip off the phony “conservationists” who worked here, he would’ve torn the poster down.
No one saw a point in protesting against Sea Mauville and Greater Mauville Holdings. They were dead. Disbanded. Bankrupt. Whatever you wanted to call it.
No one was supposed to know that they’d been folded into Devon Corp., continuing their sinister projects under a cleaner name.
“Maybe Interpol won’t catch me, but my blood pressure’s gonna be through the roof,” he muttered. As if that weren’t the least of his worries.
Suddenly, Blueberry zipped towards starboard, over the crates and holes blocking off the hall.
“Hey!” Archie called out, but immediately shut his mouth. There was no telling what had set her off. The safest bet was to follow first, and ask questions later.
Leaping over the broken floor, he chased his Crobat down the hall. Tiles groaned beneath his feet, and he bit back a curse as one gave way entirely. 
Lay your life on the line in safety checks.
He grimaced, tugging his shoe free but activating its flipper extension by accident. 
“Arceus-cursed deathtrap,” he muttered, flop-flop-flopping his way after Blueberry. The end of the hall slanted into the ocean; he might as well be prepared to dive.
But Blueberry wasn’t circling over the water. She slammed her body against the far right door.
Don’t bring Pokemon to your workplace.
Archie shivered. Blast it, he wasn’t supposed to be getting seasick over a few bad memories. He was only going to make worse memories if he didn’t keep his sea legs.
Slam. Slam. Blueberry crashed through, and Archie stumbled into the room behind her. Though he didn’t know how they were going to hide in a room with a broken door—
He froze. They weren’t the only ones hiding.
“Maxie?”
Of course it was him. Maxie was the only man in the world who could be as stupid as Archie. His red coat was still bleached pink from the heat of Groudon’s awakening.
Take joint responsibility for teamwork. 
Maxie looked up with a jolt. A tiny bottle, familiar and vile, clinked in his trembling hand.
Then Blueberry plowed straight into his chest.
“Blueberry!” Archie gaped, running to catch Maxie before he could crumple to the unstable floor. Archie nearly slipped on the other empty, discarded bottles that littered the ground. 
“What—what on earth are y-you—” Maxie tried to say, but his chattering teeth shredded any remaining words. With that much Devon Energy Elixir™ in his system, it was a miracle he could speak at all.
“Same’s you, I bet. ‘Cept I’m not trying to get myself killed.” Archie grunted as he lifted Maxie from beneath his knees, bridal style. 
He was too light. Had he forgotten how to eat while chasing after Groudon? Surely he hadn’t been living off these energy elixirs before today. Not after how hard he’d worked to quit them the first time.
“Blueberry. You remember what to do, yeah?”
She screeched in reply, fluttering over Maxie’s jittering form. Blast, this was the worst Archie had ever seen him. Even the night before Archie jumped ship from Sea Mauville, Maxie hadn’t drunk so much of the poison.
Of course, Archie hadn’t been around to see him after that, but it wasn’t hard to guess what happened. Maxie must have worked himself deeper and deeper into the ground. And without Archie, he would’ve had no one but the drink to turn to.
“C’mon, Maxie-boy.” He shook him gently. “You know the drill too.” 
Obey your superior's orders absolutely.
“Unless you want to have a week-long cruise on Panic Attack Ocean,” he added. 
Maxie’s snort turned into a cough. “S-still with the—idiotic s-sea metaphors.”
“Made ya smile, though.” Archie gave a tight grin. Maxie’s smile was more like a grimace, but that was about as close as Maxie got to smiling on a good day.
Today wasn’t a good day. There weren’t good days in Sea Mauville.
With a hissing sigh, Maxie extended his arm, his coat sleeve riding up. Blueberry’s fangs carefully sunk into the exposed veins of his wrist. She hadn’t drawn out poison like this since she was a tiny Zubat, but Maxie probably couldn't feel the difference in fang size at the moment.
When Blueberry finished leeching out the elixir, that was a different story. Maxie let out a hiss of pain, his free hand rushing to cover the puncture marks. They weren’t bleeding. Blueberry was a professional.
“Good girl.” Archie let out a shaky breath of relief. “I’ll have a nice oran berry for you soon as we get this landlubber anchored.”
“Idiotic…” Maxie groaned. 
Archie savored the insult. A rude Maxie was an alive Maxie. 
“Yeah, yeah, you’re welcome. You coherent enough to use a rebreather?”
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“I’m not your pokemon. I can feed myself,” Maxie grumbled from where he lay on the barrack’s least-molded mattress. His Camerupt, Igneous, sprawled beneath the cot. His warmth was drying the sodden coat that hung from the cot’s metal frame, as well as the waterlogged pair of boots beside it. Maxie looked smaller than ever without the bulky outer clothes.
“Whatever you say, Maxie-boy.” Archie placed the pecha berry in Maxie’s shaking hand. 
He pretended not to notice when Maxie missed his mouth before managing a bite. Instead he scratched Blueberry’s head and tried to tune out of the flood of memories brought back by this personal hell.
Always arrive on time. Always stay late.
Archie had spent too many late nights and early mornings in this cabin. He’d only been a grunt—not worthy of one of the superiors’ private rooms. Rank didn’t matter now, of course. He could’ve picked any of Sea Mauville’s rooms to hide out in, but this one happened to be the most secluded, with the least damage to the wiring and plumbing. One dim bulb flickered fitfully above them, so low Archie’s head nearly brushed it when he stood.
“You ever teach that Leech Life trick to Tecton?” Archie asked, plopping down perpendicular to Maxie at the foot of the cot. The metal frame groaned, but thankfully held.
“...Yes,” Maxie replied quietly.
Archie blinked. “Wait, really?”
Tecton was Maxie’s Crobat, hatched from the same clutch as Blueberry. Hopefully Maxie had brought the pokemon with him. Blueberry would be thrilled to see her brother again.
“It would have been irresponsible not to,” Maxie muttered. “Especially once your pokemon were no longer available.”
Blueberry fluttered onto Archie’s lap, as if realizing she was the subject of the conversation. 
“You could’ve come with me,” he tried not to snap. “You should’ve come with me.”
Instead, Maxie had tried to fix Sea Mauville from the inside out. They could all see how well that ended up.
“If I had,” Maxie replied calmly, “we’d likely all be dead by now.”
Archie released a breath through gritted teeth. Maxie was the most insufferable when he had a point. With his booksmarts, Team Aqua would’ve raised Kyogre years ago. And, yeah, they’d all be dead.
Years ago, Archie had wanted everyone dead. This skeleton of a shipwreck only rekindled that feeling. This was a place where people had wrung each other dry, sucked the life out of innocent pokemon, bottled ‘em up and use ‘em as fuel for even more carnage… all to line some billionaire’s pockets. It was madness.
Maintain top quality. Give up your sanity.
The little scamp was the only one who’d been able to give him some of that sanity back. Her, and the consequences of his own actions. Seeing his own crew terrified before the storm and the sun. He couldn’t let them die, not even for the sake of pokemon. He loved them too much.
“Being dead nearly seems better than being back here, doesn’t it…” Maxie murmured, frighteningly close to Archie’s own thoughts.
“Why did you come back here?” he asked.
Maxie raised an eyebrow. “You said it yourself. ‘Same as you,’ correct?”
“Yeah, but I’m a moron. You were supposed to be smarter than that.”
“And yet I’m the one who had to be drained of self-inflicted poison,” Maxie deadpanned. “No. We have always been equals, in both intellect and resolve. In our blindness…”
Archie’s brow furrowed. Seemed like Maxie’s arrogance could change as quickly as the tides, now. It would’ve been more reassuring to hear him go on about his greatness.
“So we’re both morons.” 
Archie leaned back on his palms as Blueberry grew tired of scratches. Beneath his bare hands, the bed sheets were uncomfortably warm. Iggy was doing his job well. 
“Guess it’s no surprise we both ended up back on this old rustbucket,” Archie mumbled.
“It has electricity and running water, and no one will think to find the Team Magma leader in the ocean. It was the most practical option.” Maxie pointed out. Always the devil’s advocate, even when they technically agreed.
“And the Seviper extract was just a bonus, right?”
Maxie grimaced, and Archie felt an unusual pang of regret. Both their egos had suffered enough bruising. There was no need to rub salt in the wound.
“A weakness. One I should have calculated for.” Maxie squeezed a fistfull of the bed sheets. “Do you. Perhaps. Have any more pecha berries?”
“Course I do, you old fool.” 
Archie dug one out of his pocket and tossed it to Maxie. His hands barely shook as he caught it, this time.
“I don’t suppose you ever wash these.”
Archie laughed and slid another berry under the cot. Iggy deserved a treat, too. 
“Are you ever gonna straighten out your priorities, Maxie-boy?”
Maxie took a bite of the berry. Pink juice dribbled down his chin, with no attempt to clean it. Another change from the Maxie Archie remembered.
“I hope so,” Maxie replied in an unexpected bout of sincerity. “I truly hope so.”
What was Archie supposed to say to that? 
He called a tired Blueberry back into her pokeball. The silence felt even thicker without her, but it would look stupid to let her back out now.
“I don’t know where to begin,” Maxie said quietly, staring up at the low ceiling. His trembling hands folded over his stomach. “Groudon was my redemption. My everything.”
“Aye.” Archie sighed. It would be redundant to say he knew the feeling.
“Courtney and Tabitha will have Interpol drop my charges eventually,” he continued, as if to himself. “And then I will have to face a world where I failed.”
Archie’s brow furrowed. “You expect ‘em to let you off the hook?”
“Of course. With Team Magma’s finances and history of generous charitable donations, in addition to May’s support, it’s only a matter of time.”
Team Aqua didn’t have that kind of clout. Their style was more direct action—like sinking Sea Mauville back in the day. Archie expected to be on the run… well, indefinitely. Shelley could probably scrounge him up a fake ID, if she ever forgave him for taking off. 
If he was ever brave enough to come crawling back, after what he’d done.
“I must have a new plan ready when I return,” Maxie murmured. “Something to atone for all of this… if such an atonement is even possible.”
Archie shook his head. Maxie and his priorities. Worrying about morality while fully convinced he’d be pardoned legally.
“Maybe you should worry about surviving yourself, first,” he said.
Surprisingly, Maxie chuckled. “How did anyone think I was smarter than you?”
“I dunno. Probably your nerd glasses.” Archie smirked.
“Probably.” Maxie nodded with mock seriousness.
Blast. When was the last time Maxie had agreed with him? It brought back even more memories of this place—not all of them awful. Singing crude parodies of the company song when their unit leaders weren't around. Watching the sunrise over the sea. Dreaming of how they'd change the world when they got out from under Mauville's thumb. 
Back then, Archie had never dreamt of striking out on his own—and he hadn't, in the end. Even if they were in separate ships, Maxie had been sailing beside him the whole time.
"They'll forgive ya," Archie finally said. "I don't think you've gotta do any atoning for that."
"You sound awfully certain for a fellow fugitive."
"Your little speech convinced me." He shrugged. 
"That was about the law. You and I know how willing it is to bend beneath the weight of gold."
Archie grimaced. More than their opposing goals, that was what always rubbed him the wrong way about Team Magma. Maxie fought fire with fire. Money with money. He'd never be the Mauvilles or the Stones—couldn’t be, not without a multigenerational family fortune backing him up—but he was too willing to use their methods.
No need to think. Just work unceasingly.
Archie shook his head. He couldn't say how Maxie ran his ship, not without sailing it himself. And from the looks of things, Maxie himself had fared worse than any of his grunts. 
"I know money won’t hurt, but I don’t think you gotta bribe everyone, either.” Archie laid back across the cot, his legs dangling off the side. “You were tryin' to save the world. People are a lot more forgiving of that than trying to end it."
Maxie looked up sharply. 
"You—? That was your plan?"
"What, it wasn't obvious?" He laughed mirthlessly. “You know me better than anyone, Maxie-boy. Only one of us is the optimist, and it ain’t me.”
Maxie’s world was one where humans could expand. Where there was enough space to satisfy their hunger. Archie’s world was one where they starved.
“I just thought you miscalculated.” Maxie rubbed his forehead. “But you knew. You knew that Kyogre’s rain would only bring destruction.”
“For humans.” Archie nodded. “That’s how I know they’ll forgive you. If it weren’t for your half-baked schemes, Groudon wouldn’ta been around to hold off Kyogre. And who knows if the little scamp could've gotten to Rayquaza in time.”
Maxie slumped back under the covers, the tip of his foot brushing Archie’s side.
“I could say the same for you, then.”
“Aye. I guess you could.” He scratched the back of his neck, flaking dried salt onto the cot. “We could go back and forth, sayin’ things. We’re pretty good at that.”
“Too good, perhaps.” Maxie sighed. “My head is pounding.”
Archie laughed from deep in his lungs. Now that was more like the Maxie he remembered.
“Tired of me already, Maxie-boy?”
“Not of you. Just tired. You know the side effects of Crobat’s Leech Life.”
Right. Having the poison—and the energy—sucked out of you was exhausting, apparently. Archie was lucky enough not to know from experience.
“Alright.” After a stretch, Archie got to his feet. “Enjoy your beauty sleep. I’ll keep first watch.”
Maxie rolled over to face him, a baffled expression made even more ridiculous by the crooked angle of his glasses.
“You—you’re staying?” 
Archie shrugged and carefully lifted the glasses from Maxie’s face. Collateral, in case the other man snuck off and decided to turn Archie in for his own freedom. Not because Archie was that desperate for his old rival to stick around.
“Somebody’s gonna have to keep you out of the elixir cabinet.” Archie folded the glasses and hung them from the v-neck of his suit. 
Maxie’s face reddened a few shades, but surprisingly, he didn’t snap back.
Blast it all. There Archie went again, trying to get a rise out of him. Maxie couldn’t get up if Archie kept kicking him while he was down.
“Sorry.” He sighed. “I’m the last man who should be judgin’ your coping habits. I just…”
He just needed to stop running his mouth, that was what. He was only diving farther and farther. Eventually he was bound to hit rock bottom, and admit something he shouldn’t.
“You saved my life,” Maxie said quietly, shrinking a bit below the thin sheet. “I appreciate that you don’t want me dead.”
“What? Of course I don’t. Sure, maybe I wanted everyone dead for a while, but that—”
Everyone didn’t include Maxie. Not that Archie would ever admit that.
“I’m not that stupid anymore,” he finished in a mumble.
The only response was a low snore. At first Archie thought it was the Camerupt—but then he saw Maxie’s closed eyes and slack jaw, the leafy head of the pecha berry forgotten on his chest. Incredible. Archie would’ve thought Blueberry used Hypnosis on him, if she’d still been out. That detoxification must have been something else.
“You hearing this, Iggy?” Archie asked.
Igneous blinked slowly at him from under the cot. Maybe he’d used Yawn, and Archie had been running his mouth too long to hear it.
“Are you gonna be able to sleep with all that racket?”
Igneous gave a low rumble and rested his head on the grimy floor. Ground types could sleep wherever, Archie guessed.
“Heh. Well, at least it’ll keep me from passing out. Long as you don’t get any ideas about using Yawn on me.” 
Archie smiled and sat back on the cot, careful not to squish Maxie’s feet. No one ever said he had to keep watch standing up.
It was hard not to watch Maxie sleep—if only because there wasn’t much else to look at. For once, the creases around his cheekbones and eyes didn’t look so stark. Like dry riverbeds that had finally seen rain.
“Y’know, maybe I should go to sleep,” he muttered, forcing his eyes back to his lap. “Must be startin’ to hallucinate, or something.”
Hallucinating. Yeah, that must be why he found Maxie's snoring relaxing. That, or it just beat the creepy creaks and groans of the rusting building, chased the ghosts from the rafters. Reminded Archie that he wasn’t alone, after all.
His gaze drifted back to Maxie, and he couldn’t help a small smile. Whatever issues they both had, at least they were back on the same team.
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thcrns · 2 years
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closed: @rosyviews​ based: x you caught me burying a body/doing something shady, haha whoops who: shelley hart, she/her, 24, witch
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“oh... hey.” tone is entirely too nonchalant considering what she’d been in the middle of when they walked in on her, hoping that if she played it off like it was no big deal, she could avoid getting into trouble. “what’s, uh... what’s up? what brings you out on this fine friday night?” an attempt was made to wipe the blood on her hands off on her jeans, but it only served to make more of a bloody mess. “you really shouldn’t be out here walking alone like that. it’s not safe...”
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ghostchasersmagazine · 2 months
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Femslash February 2024 - Black
Fandom: Hanna-Barbera (Josie and the Pussycats/Jabberjaw crossover) Ship: Alexandria/Shelley Summary: Alexandria finds herself intrigued by a member of a visiting band and makes it her mission to talk to her. Word count: 1,154 Author's Note: My first piece for this year's Femslash February, using @femslashfeb's prompt list. Late I know, but I'm hoping to write something for all of the prompts this year.
Alexandria waited outside of the closed meeting room, the impatient tapping of her foot turning into a stomp. Another day of her being locked out of negotiations because she's "not a Pussycat", another day of her not being able to meet the musicians her brother was attempting to schmooze because she was "mean to others".
But no more. Her foot stomp turned into forward momentum and she flung open the doors, ready to demand attention be paid to her - only to be caught off guard by one of the visiting musicians already standing there.
Alexandria's gaze was caught by the way the other girl's striking black hair bounced as she jumped back at the sudden opening of the doors. It then moved up towards her equally striking black eyes, ones that had shifted from surprised to glaring within a second.
That glare put Alexandria's guard back up. "And just who are you?" she spat.
"I'm leaving!" the musician spat back, shoving Alexandria out of the way. She stormed down the hall.
Alexandria yelped in offense and whipped around to say something but was once again caught off guard by the girl's long black hair, the way it swished as she turned the corner and disappeared. After a few seconds she was able to get out a weak "H-hey! Watch where you're going!" and then berated herself under her breath.
She shifted herself and her attention back towards the meeting room doors. "I don't know what kind of conversation you all are having in here-" Alexandria yelled into the room "-but the real expert is here to give her advice!"
She was pleased to see a couple people running towards her.
"Alexandria, thank goodness you're here." Her brother Alexander said, placing his hands on her shoulders. "You speak mean and nasty - go get her back."
Alexandria scowled and pushed her brother off her. But before she could verbally reject his request-
"Oh, oh, come back Shelley!" one of the other visiting musicians cried out, as if her bandmate could still hear her. "He's the one making you be mean and nasty!"
Alexander tried to defend himself. "I am not! She's the one being unpro- yipes!" He was swept off his feet by a shark.
"Shelley's right!" He argued. "The Neptunes are no opening act!"
Alexandria let out her own "Yipes!" at the scene unfolding in front of her. She turned on her heels and went out the doors, leaving her brother with whatever mess he had made for himself.
"I'll go get her!" she declared. But not because she was asked to.
No, this Shelley girl had captured her attention again. Someone like her, with such physical allure and an ability to cause such strife, was someone that Alexandria needed to know personally.
Not that the physical allure part was that important, Alexandria justified to herself as she searched. It was a form of mutual understanding, really - she herself was a beautiful girl with stunning black hair, so it would make sense she would recognize when another girl was beautiful with stunning black hair. She was just recognizing someone worth her time.
A faint stomping noise was able to lead Alexandria to her destination. She poked her head around the corner to see Shelley leaning against the wall, tapping her foot in frustration. The exit door she was next to must have been locked.
She casually strolled into the room and leaned up against the wall next to Shelley, deciding to play it cool. Alexandria waited a few moments before announcing her presence.
"Look, I don't know what my brother told you-" she started, then paused to let Shelley snap her head towards her. She eyed how the girl's luscious black locks moved lightly even in anger, and then locked onto her deep, dark eyes. "But you shouldn't listen to him. He's an idiot and every he says is stupid."
Shelley's expression softened briefly before turning her head back. "I noticed."
A few more moments of silence passed. Alexandria shifted from one foot to the other trying to come up with something else to say.
"That shark said something about an opening act-"
Shelley gagged. "Don't remind me that I actually agreed with that blubber brain."
Alexandria snorted at her reaction. She supposed she wouldn't want to agree with a shark either.
"I think it was insulting," Shelley continued. "We come up here to the surface to what, be the opening act for a band in silly animal costumes?"
"Imagine someone like you having to open for someone like Josie," Alexandria agreed, laughing.
Shelley let out her own chuckle and turned again towards Alexandria, this time her more relaxed expression letting Alexandria see how pretty her dark eyes were. "Imagine naming the band after yourself. I'm the star of the Neptunes, but you don't see me bragging about it!"
"Oh, Josie's desperate for attention. You should see how she acts around our roadie-"
The mood in the room lightened significantly once the girls realized they had something in common. Shelley relaxed, her foot stomping ceasing completely. Alexandria had gone back into her head again, thinking about how Shelley was both beautiful like her and had the same tenacity as her.
"I want to see them being our open act," Shelley said. "Make them come underwater instead of forcing us up on the surface. I bet they'd flounder."
"Or drown," Alexandria added. She snickered at the idea.
But Shelley was serious. She straightened herself out and pushed herself off the wall and into forward momentum. "Let's see how they like it!"
Alexandria pushed herself off the wall too, intending to come up with a witty response to keep the conversation going, but the words wouldn't come out of her mouth. She found herself not wanting Shelley to leave yet. In her mind the pull she felt towards Shelley was still strong, and the thought of someone who was like her and liked being around her leaving that quickly was putting her on edge.
She dashed forward, ready to chase Shelley down the hallway, but had to skid to a stop when she saw that she still just around the corner, seemingly waiting for Alexandria to follow her.
Shelley stuck out her hand. "Just so you know, I'm Shelley. You'll need to know when that band you hang around with comes down to open for us."
Alexandria paused for a second to process the situation, and then grinned, firmly grabbing her hand and shaking it. "Alexandria Cabot. I'm sure you've heard of me already."
"I haven't." Shelley let go and turned around, starting down the hallway again. As she went she called back to Alexandria in an almost teasing way, "But maybe that can change. I better see you at one of our concerts."
Alexandria wasn't one to do what she was told. But she was going to be at one of those concerts.
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hey R! :) as usual, this got away from me, so i'm putting most of this under the cut.
📙 What’s your favorite genre to read, and do you have any recommendations within that genre?
the gothic, babey!! 18th- and 19th-century gothic novels in particular. i love their atmospheric settings, their eeirness, their uncaniness, their exploration of the psyche, their tendency towards "doubling" and parallels between the Self and the Other, and (especially, but not exclusively, in the 1890s imperial gothic) their engagement with contemporary fears and prejudices. a couple of my favourites would be:
the castle of otranto (horace walpole): the first gothic in english literature (published in 1764)!! set in the middle ages, it's fast-paced, it's intense (a character gets horrifically maimed about five pages in), it's (trying very hard to be) shakesperian, it's very funny at times. there is plenty of uncaniness and a fascinating framing device where the author pretends to have found the manuscript of the story somewhere and translated it from the italian. that has so many narratological implications, and i am here for it <3
frankenstein (mary shelley): the (gothic) novel of all time. it's got everything you'd possibly want from a book. arctic exploration. romantic theory of child development & education. science. body-snatching. taking a nap after creating your son out of corpses. sublime descriptions of nature and natural phenomena. a main character who is soooooo trans, but you don't know in what way. gothic doubling, so so much doubling!! seeing your own reflection, your own Self, in the Other (rejecting those parts of yourself before others see them). biblical parallels. much more paradise lost that you'd think. grief and rage and desperation. deeply fascinating narratological structure. i could go on and on but that's the thing about frankenstein. it is open to so many different interpretations and once you read it, you can't stop thinking about it.
the lifted veil (george eliot): this one is predicated on an absolutely fascinating concept. i won't say much, as i don't want it give it away, but the narrative cycles back to the beginning at its end, with an absolutely chilling effect. there are some very fun references to frankenstein in there. it's george eliot, so of course there's masterful psychological portrayals involved. the main character is utterly pathetic and i am here for it. a supernatural situation presented realistically, with very well thought-out consequences.
the island of doctor moreau (h.g. wells): this one is a 'scientific romance' ('romance' in the older sense of 'adventure story'), as wells put it himself, but it decidedly has that eerie, unsettling gothic atmosphere. the horrors of science, and vivsection (an extremely controversial practice, even at the time it was written) are at its core :) it's peppered with interrogation of what 'humanity' actually is, or should be, and interacts with contemporary science in some interesting ways, but mostly it's just a well-paced, entertaining adventure, with a very believable protagonist.
i could go on and on, really, so i'll stop (almost) here. some of my other favourites are, of course: jane eyre, wuthering heights, the beetle (this one is a mess, and yet i can't help loving it), the hound of the baskervilles (which began life as the draft of a typically gothic novel, and evolved into a sherlock holmes story!!) and, of course, dracula <3 honorary mention to other classic gothics which i didn't enjoy reading quite as much (mainly for stylistic reasons), but which contain some great ideas and/or characters: the picture of dorian gray, carmilla (i also read 'green tea' from the same short story cycle/collection and uh. it sure is A Story.), and the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde.
as a side note.........i'm more than happy to talk about any of these in more depth <3
2. 📚 Do you have a go-to reading spot or do you read everywhere?
i do much of my reading on the bus while i commute (if it is not overwhelmingly noisy). otherwise, i try to make the most of any setting. i tend to bring at least one book with me wherever i go, even when the chances of actually sitting down to read are slim. i think one of the nicest places would be the public gardens (when i'm bothered to walk all the way over), and theoretically the seaside, but i always get distracted somehow when i'm at the latter. i also enjoy reading in the attic, as it's, y'know, the quietest part of the house.
thanks for much for the ask <3
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livingprophecy · 3 years
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@eterneaty​   /   grishaverse bucky starter.   (for alina!)
     𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 knock against the inside of his skull, demanding to be heard. names come and go like they are meant to mean nothing.   if they did truly mean nothing, he wouldn’t be stuck on them, and his own name wouldn’t be part of the indistinguishable mess.   faces are even harder to place.   IF THEY ARE IN HIS HEAD, THEY HAVE TO MEAN SOMETHING.   but what’s most present is the knife in his belt — it’s currently clean, but he can practically taste the iron of past kills’ blood. and the look on alina starkov’s face when he’d had it against her neck, both terror and naivety. SHE’S JUST A KID.   (with horror:   I AM TOO).   he can’t report back to the fjerdans yet, not when the mission isn’t finished, not when someone else could come to finish what he should have.
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     𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 him that he’s getting sloppy — he’s been watching over the sun saint   (not that he could call himself a guardian of any sort),  and she spots him, eyes wide with recognition. immediately his arms are held in surrender.   he considers kneeling and begging for forgiveness.   /   HE’LL NEVER KNEEL AGAIN.   what comes next confuses him even more.   “i’m sorry.”   ravkan feels foreign on his tongue. isn’t it supposed to be his native language? he blinks, shaking his head.   “i’m not here to hurt you. i — i need answers. and i can’t go back, not while you’re alive.”
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edna-skiffens · 3 years
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The Best Medicine
Summary: You are in the hospital, but you can never sleep in hospitals. Good thing you have a very attractive night shift nurse who is willing to help out.
Word Count: 4.5K
Warnings: hospitals, light med talk, bad medical writing, fluff
A/N: Please ignore the plot holes or the fact that this isn’t the most realistic and also I know this isn’t how discharge works at the hospital.. It’s called fiction for a reason, darling. Also, I left the reason the reader is in the hospital open ended bc some of us may have medical conditions/reasons that we can attach to this, but if not I tried to keep it vague enough on purpose so that you can imagine whatever. Also if you like Nurse!Tom and have requests for him lmk bc i’m happy to write for him.
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Toss and turn. Toss and turn. The routine was getting old. This was your third night in the hospital and sleep just wasn’t coming to you.
Maybe it was the medicine they had you on. Maybe it was the constant symphony of sounds and people passing in the hallway. Maybe it was because you weren’t at home in your own bed.
Maybe it was just because you were in the hospital.
You couldn’t be sure. What you were sure of is that you weren’t falling asleep anytime soon.
Feeling another presence in the room, you looked from the ceiling to the doorway where you saw Tom, one of the night shift nurses, standing cautiously.
“I didn’t wake you did I?” He asked as he eased his way inside.
“Nope.”
“So no sleep again, huh?”
“Nope.”
“Sorry darling. Let’s go ahead and get these vitals over with.” He took your blood pressure, oxygen levels, temperature and wrote it down in your chart. Putting the clipboard back on its hook at the end of the bed, he looked up at your tired face. “Okay. So now about that sleep. What do you think will help?”
“Not being in the hospital.”
He chuckled lightly while walking back towards your bedside.
“I know. You hate it here. You’ve made that very clear and I try not to take too much offense to it.” You let out a slight laugh and held back the fact that he was the best part of this whole experience. He almost made it worth it. “I’m sorry we can’t give you any sleeping medication. Do you think it’ll help if I talk to you?”
“You mean tell me bedtime stories?” You couldn’t help but tease him at the adorable suggestion, though it sent a swarm of butterflies off in your stomach.
“I was thinking more like bore you ‘till you fell asleep. But whatever works.”
“You’re the nurse. If you think it’ll help.” You both sat there smirking at each other for a moment. Something unspoken floating in the air between you two.
“Well, I need to finish my round of vitals first. I’ll come check on you when I’m done and if you’re still up we’ll see about those stories.”
“I’ll be here.”
About fifteen or twenty minutes later you heard a light tap on your door followed by “Still awake?”
“Always.”
“You up for a chat?” Tom asked as he made his way to the stool then rolled slightly closer to your bed.
“Got nothing better to do.” You teased again.
“Okay. Well you should probably lay down.”
“Oh. It’s going to be that kind of story, huh?” His laugh was so beautiful and you were happy you were the cause of it.
“No.” He corrected in between laughs “The goal is to get you to sleep. So sitting up won’t help.”
“Right. Right.”
“Well.. anything in particular you’d like to talk about?”
“Why did you choose to become a nurse?”
“Ahhh. Good question. So I actually went to an art school.” You couldn’t help the brief expression of surprise that crossed your face. “I know. Shocking. I did training specifically in dance and gymnastics and I loved it.”
“Wait, so what happened?” You asked, turning on your side to face him more comfortably.
“Well one day we were rehearsing for a show and I fell. Ruined my knee. Had to do physical therapy for months. I tried to get back into it, but it just wasn’t the same. However, through that process I learned a lot about medicine and the health side of things. It really turned me on to it. And when my Plan A got a bit messed up I thought ‘hey, this could work’. So far it’s treated me pretty well.”
You smiled at Tom, admiring his passion for his career and the determination he had to keep pushing after his accident. You enjoyed hearing him talk about it too. If you didn’t know any better you would say it was helping you relax.
“My story that boring?”
“Obviously.”
“Your sarcasm has no end.”
“Oh… goodness.. you thought that was sarcasm?”
Tom only laughed and shook his head the way he often did with you.
You may just have been his patient and he may have just been your nurse, but you both bonded. He kept you company and gave you comfort. In return, you kept him entertained during the quiet night shifts.
“I’m not going to sleep. I'm just resting my eyes. But still listening.” You told him as you nestled further into the hospital bed, trying to find a position that would make it comfortable.
“Okay, darling.” He grinned at you.
“Tell me more. What kind of-” You had to stop to yawn, “What kind of art stuff did you do?”
“Oh. Well, I was in a few musicals. I really enjoyed dancing. I did ballet ever since I was young and I love the control I have over my body. The tricks I can do with gymnastics or the turns and leaps. I mean I can’t do them to that level anymore, but I try to stay active.” He glanced up and noticed you hadn’t moved, “Are you still with me?”
“Mhm.” You barely respond.
“Okay. Well it was a performing arts school so we really were trained in many areas. We had classes in acting, singing, dancing, all of it. It was a lot of fun and I met my best friends there.”
Tom began telling stories about his time at school. Before he knew it, he lost himself and track of time. He looked back at you, quiet and still.
“Y/N?” You were finally asleep. “Goodnight, darling.” He whispered as he gently made his exit.
Because Tom worked the night shift, you never saw him when you woke in the morning. Instead, Tanya, a sweet nurse that felt like a big sister, or Linda, Nurse Ratched in the flesh, came in for morning vitals and meds.
You counted down the days until your release. Life in the hospital was pretty uneventful with the limit on visitors and limited activity. There’s only so many sitcoms one can take in a given timespan. The only thing that you really looked forward to each night was when Tom clocked in.
“Hi Y/N.”
“Hi Tom.” You would smile at each other.
“How are we feeling today?”
“Better. Ready to get out of here.”
“Well, I’m glad to hear you are feeling better and still ready to jailbreak.” He smiled while writing something down on your chart. “They should be bringing up your dinner tray soon and then I’ll bring by your evening meds after that.”
“Okay.”
“If you need me you know what to do.” He called to you before walking out the door.
You were disappointed when Shelley brought your evening meds by later. She was a nice enough nurse. She just wasn’t Tom.
You’d grown accustomed to mainly having him as your nurse during the evening shift. At first you weren’t sure if it was coincidence or on purpose, but after a few nights of staying up and talking, you grew closer to him. You saw less of the other nursing staff and more of Tom.
You tried not to build anything up in your head. You were sure everything he was doing was in his job description and a part of being a good nurse.
He would sneak you extra pudding cups from the cafeteria and bring you an extra heated blanket because you could never stay warm. If you needed a new IV, he held your hand to ease the anxiety. He kept you company and made you feel less alone in such a sterile and intimidating place. And when he noticed you had trouble sleeping he chose to sit with you to help you fall asleep. You couldn’t help the butterflies that built in your stomach.
It became a sort of routine. He checked on you during evening vitals, even if someone else was doing them, and you were always still awake. He would then come and sit with you and chat for a bit, telling you different stories until you eventually fell asleep.
Some nights when you were extra restless he would help you walk the halls.
“The doctors have to see you’re stable enough before you can be discharged. Plus, maybe it’ll tire you out.” He suggested.
He would help get your IV pole ready so you could walk with it. He helped you into your slippers and eased you out of bed after passing you your robe.
Walking the hall slowly, Tom knew he had to remain professional, yet he found a few excuses to graze his hand across your back to ‘steady you’ when you turned corners or he thought you were looking tired.
“It might take me a while to get back to my usual jogs in the park, huh?” You laughed in spite of yourself.
“You’ll get there. Baby steps.” He encouraged, as you turned around the Nurse’s Station. You missed the faces the other night shift nurses were giving you both, but Tom was sure to subtly flick them off. “So, do you like running?” He asked as you headed back towards your room.
Throughout your late nights together, he told you of his three younger brothers and his dog named Tessa. You spoke about what you would do when you were out of hospital. He talked about his friends and flatmates and the adventures they had. He told you many stories, but each morning when you woke up he was clocked out and the day shift nurses were there.
Tonight was your last night. You’re set to be discharged tomorrow and while you are ecstatic to go home, you’re going to miss one thing about this place.
“I bet you’re too excited to sleep tonight. I don’t know if my stories will even help.” Tom said as he sat down next to you.
You smiled up to him sweetly.
“What are you looking forward to the most once you get out of here?”
“Sleeping in my own bed.”
“Well that’s no surprise.” Tom laughed, a contagious sound making you giggle as well. “Isn’t there anything you’ll miss about this place?”
“Yeah.” He smiled “There’s one thing.”
“What’s that?” He asks.
“The pudding cups.”
“Ahh the pudding cups of course.” You giggled while fiddling with the IV line.
“They just don’t taste the same in the outside world.”
His smile grew wider as you giggled.
“No, but really. As much as I give this place grief and say I’m ready to get out of here - which I am,” You gave him a pointed look to which he held his hands up in mock surrender, fully believing you, “it hasn’t been too terribly awful I guess.”
“Oh, well, I’m glad we could make your stay not too terribly awful.. I guess.” He teased. “Do you have anything exciting to look forward to once you’re a free woman?”
“Nothing huge planned, really. The doctors did say to take it easy.”
“That’d be wise.”
“Yeah. I’ll just lay low for a while. My sister said she may try to come visit me though so that would be nice.”
“Oh that would be nice. She’s your older sister right?”
“Right. She moved away last year to be closer to her boyfriend.”
“Ah. Do you like him?”
“Sorry?”
“This boyfriend. Do you like him?”
“He’s alright, I suppose. He makes her happy.” Tom nodded along.
“And do you have a boyfriend that makes you happy?”
“N-No. No I don’t. Not at the moment.” You began fiddling with the IV cord again.
“No boyfriend or not a boyfriend that makes you happy?” He asked.
“Neither.”
“Well that’s a shame.” If the heart monitor was connected you would’ve been screwed. “I just mean someone needs to look after you once you get home. I hope this sister comes through for a visit. You’ve got to take it easy.”
“Oh I’ll be fine.”
“I’m sure you will be.” He smiled.
“How has your shift been tonight? Busy?” You asked, fighting back a yawn.
“A bit busier than usual. There was a slight emergency earlier which is why Shelley handed out meds tonight. Sorry I didn’t come around.”
“It’s alright. I know you have other patients.”
“Yeah, but none like you.” You were sure he said that to all of his patients. After all, you’ve heard similar lines ever since you went to the pediatrician as a child. But it still gave you butterflies.
“Are you getting sleepy?”
“A little. But it’s okay.” He gave you a pointed look but continued to talk anyway. “It’s the last night. One final request for storytime. Make it a good one.”
You thought for a moment before asking your question.
“Do you ever wish that life turned out differently? That you never had your accident and you could’ve followed your dreams to be a dancer?” You asked while turning on your side and getting more comfortable.
“Sometimes. At least, I used to. But I think I’ve accepted it now. And I really can’t see myself doing anything but this.” You nodded taking in his answer “I look at it this way. If it wasn’t for my injury then I never would’ve changed my career path and found my love for medicine. I never would have made so many of the friends I’ve made or the memories I’ve made. I never would have met you.” He finishes with a sweet smile.
“That’s a very positive way of looking at it.” You told him. “Be honest, are you a therapist during the day?” He laughed out loud.
“No. I’m not. I guess I’m a big believer in ‘everything happens for a reason’.” You nodded while covering a yawn.
“So I’ve been curious to ask you,” He began, “Do you usually have this much trouble sleeping? Because you can get help for that you know?” You smiled at him.
“What? I thought a night nurse talking to you was the cure?” Tom smirked and shook his head. “I’m kidding. No, I normally don’t. It’s just the stiff sheets and hospital sounds I think.”
“Darn hospital.” He rolled his eyes and joked. “So this time tomorrow you’ll be sound asleep in your own bed then?”
You knew it was meant to be a happy statement, but you were a little sad at the thought of not having any more late night chats with Tom.
“Yes. Thank God.” You forced a smile.
You felt another yawn coming and tried to hold it back. It was already past the usual time that you fell asleep.
Tom could tell you were exhausted so he launched into a story from nursing school, hoping to lull you to sleep.
You yawned your way through listening, trying to soak up every last moment with Tom. In the morning he wouldn’t be here. You’d leave and likely never see him again.
When he finished, your eyes were half open and he wondered how you were still awake. Or maybe why.
“Why are you fighting it? The point is to sleep. Give in.” He told you gently after another yawn.
You looked up at him, half asleep and rubbing your eyes, not finding the confidence to tell him the true reason you were trying to stay awake.
“I’m happy right now.”
He smiled down at you.
“I am too. But you need your sleep, darling.” You weren’t sure what to say and you didn’t have much energy left in you anyway. “How about this. I’ve probably been in here too long as it is. Let me go check in at the Nurse’s Station and then I’ll come back and check on you soon and see if you’re still awake okay?”
The thought that he was leaving gave you a sad feeling in your stomach. You tried to remind yourself that he was just your nurse. Nothing more.
“Okay.” You smiled at him, sleepily, while settling further into the bed.
He stood up and instead of walking towards the door he walked closer to you. He grabbed the thin, white hospital blanket and pulled it closer around your shoulders.
“Goodnight, Y/N.” He whispered before he walked to the door.
“Tom?” You called out just before he opened it. He turned around with an expectant look, “Thanks for everything.”
Even though the room was dim you could see his smile.
“You’re welcome, Y/N. Get some sleep.”
You don’t remember much after that. You don’t know if Tom came back to check on you. You just remember falling asleep with a smile on your face.
When you woke up the following morning it felt like any other morning in the hospital.
The hallways were much louder. Beeps, chatter, and phones were constant. The lights were brighter.
But you were quickly reminded that it wasn’t any other morning. You were going home today.
The door creaked open and Tanya, one of your regular daytime nurses, poked her head in.
“Oh good you’re up.” She made her way inside and over to the gloves. “How’d you sleep?”
“Pretty good. Thanks.” She gave you a smile, something hidden behind it.
“I’m sure.” She said quietly to herself. You gave her a questioning look. “Oh I just mean I’m sure you’re excited to get out of here.”
You nodded as she took your vitals one last time.
“Everything looks good. What do you say about getting this IV out?”
“I say that sounds amazing.”
She took it out and bandaged up your arm while informing you of how the morning would go.
“Dr. McCoy is making rounds now then he’ll be by soon to go over your discharge. You can get dressed whenever you’re ready. If you need help, buzz me. You’ll still have a breakfast tray come, but you don’t have to eat it.” She gave you a wink while taking off her gloves.
“Thanks Tanya.”
“Of course, sweetie. And in case I don’t see you before you go, you’ve been a wonderful patient. Take care of yourself.” You smiled at her as she left you to change into some leggings and a sweatshirt.
You were packing your remaining things into your bag when your doctor walked in.
“Y/N! How are we doing today?”
“We’re doing great because we’re going home.” You smiled while taking a seat to rest for a few minutes.
“I know you’re excited.” He laughed before explaining the conditions of your discharge. You had medicines to take, a follow up appointment, and strict instructions to rest for the next few weeks. After signing some forms he left you with a stack of papers. “Is someone coming to pick you up?”
“Yeah my neighbor should be here within an hour.”
“Sounds good. Don’t hesitate to call us or come back in if you have any trouble or questions.”
“Will do. Thanks.”
A few minutes after he left a nurse brought in your breakfast tray. There wasn’t much of a point for it but since your discharge wasn’t technically until 10:30 am you were still a patient during breakfast.
You took the pudding cup that you requested with every meal off the tray before sliding it away. Smiling to yourself, you tucked it away in your bag. All you had left to do was wait for 10:30.
Tanya came in to check on you again and told you to buzz the Nurse’s Station when you knew your ride was here. At 10:27 you had a text from your neighbor that they were out front in the pickup zone. So you hit the call button.
“Yes?” Linda, the scariest dayshift nurse, answered.
“Um hi. Tanya told me to buzz in when my ride was here so I could go down.”
“Okay we’ll be right in.”
Not even a minute later you heard your door open. Expecting to see Tanya or maybe even Linda you looked up.
An audible gasp left your lips when Tom stood in your doorway with a wheelchair.
“I hear someone needs a ride?” He smiled as he made his way closer to the bed.
“Tom. What are you still doing here?”
“I pulled a double.” You wanted to ask why, but decided against it. You were still in a little bit of shock from seeing him again. “If you’d rather I can go get Linda to walk you down?” He pointed back towards your door.
“No! No.. I’m just surprised s’all.”
“Well come on. I thought you’d be running out of this place once the clock hit 10:30.” Glancing up you saw it was now 10:34. Your neighbor is probably tired of waiting already.
You grabbed your discharge papers and reached for your bag when you heard, “I got it.” Smiling at him, you sat down in the wheelchair. Tom placed the bag around his shoulder and kicked the brakes off the chair. “Ready?” You nodded up at him.
He rolled you out of the room that felt so small for a final time. You passed the Nurse’s Station and waved bye to the staff. He turned by the elevators and when you looked up at him in question, he read your mind. Looked down at you he said, “We’re taking the staff elevators.”
When you made it there he hit the button, turning you around and backing you in once the doors opened. He hit the button for the Lobby and leaned up against the wall of the elevator, briefly glancing at you, as you rode down together.
“Well you made it. You’re a free woman.” He smiled shyly.
“Yippee.” He met your eyes for a moment before looking back to the floor. The dynamics felt different. It wasn’t like your late night talks together.
“Listen, Y/N.” Tom began as he stood up from the wall and faced you. He was about to continue when the elevator ding cut him off, signaling you had reached your destination.
Maybe that was what was different. You had reached your destination.
You had a fun time talking with Tom and entertaining each other when you were both up late at night. He was fun to get to know and you enjoyed having someone care for you. He was easy to banter with and certainly easy on the eyes. But your time at the hospital was up. You knew it would be eventually. You wanted it to be.
Tom was a nurse. He was just doing his job. He was helping take care of you. He was being nice. He was trying to make your stay more comfortable. There was nothing to read into.
Your time being his patient was up and your time with him was up.
You tried to remain realistic, but the sadness still crept up as he rolled you closer to the door.
Once outside, you saw your neighbor exit the car and wave you over. Tom steered in the direction and slowed before rolling to a stop and hitting the brake locks on the wheels.
“Hi, I’m Taylor.”
“Tom.” They shook hands as Tom passed off your bag for Taylor to put in the backseat.
“I’m sorry for the circumstances, but it really has been a pleasure having you as a patient and getting to know you, Y/N.” Tom admitted as he walked around to face you. He grabbed the papers from your lap. “Take care of yourself, okay?” You had shared many smiles with Tom, but this one felt sadder.
“I will. Thank you for everything, Tom. I mean it.” You reached up and squeezed his hand. He gave you a light squeeze back while smiling down at you. Taylor returned from the backseat of the car and Tom turned to them.
“These are her important papers about follow up appointments, medications, what to do at home, all of that so please make sure she doesn’t lose any of them.” He emphasized the point.
“Got it. Thanks.” Taylor held onto the stack while Tom turned back to you.
“If I can’t handle a few papers on my own, then maybe I shouldn’t be going home yet, Tom.” You laughed.
“I know, I just wanted to make sure they made it home with you.” He walked closer. “You ready to get in?”
“Yeah.” You nodded. He helped you up, supporting you just as a precaution. Once seated, you took a moment to catch your breath as you pulled the seatbelt down. He met your hand, taking it from you to buckle you in.
“You good?”
You nodded with a smile, “Just a little tired. No biggie.”
He looked you over before returning your smile, though his didn’t quite reach his eyes, “If you need us, call us. Otherwise go home and rest.”
This was it. This was goodbye.
“Thanks, Tom.”
“Goodbye, Y/N.”
He shut the door. He walked back to the wheelchair, released the brake locks and headed inside. He looked back only when your car was driving away.
“Here’s those papers that are so important.” Taylor handed you the stack after they got in.
“Thanks.”
“So how are you feeling?”
“Better. Thanks.” You felt them looking at you as they joined traffic.
“You sure? You sound like you feel awful.”
You try to remind yourself to forget the sweet and attractive nurse and start moving forward.
“Yeah. Yeah I’m okay.” You decide to distract yourself by reading through your discharge paperwork, when something caught your eye. On top was a sticky note with the hospital’s letterhead. You were sure it wasn’t there before. Looking closer it read,
Y/N,
In case you need someone to talk to when you can’t sleep.
555-5555
P. S. I have a connection to some pretty good pudding cups too.
Tom
The smile that grew on your face was undeniable. All the feelings you suppressed came flooding in. He wasn’t just being nice. He actually liked you.
One thing you knew for sure was that even though you would be in your own bed tonight, you still would be up, talking to a very special nurse.
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Mad. Mad. Mad. WIP game. I want them all. But pls. When you have a moment. Tell me about Martin following Jon to America and please share something about cat sweaters. I think cat sweaters came from one of the servers but I hunger for jontent
Cat sweaters IS from the server! I no longer remember if it started in the a tma-general channel or a bunnies channel, but either way, my outline includes lots of ideas from other people lol. It doesn't have much more than an outline atm because I'm just not sure what kind of tone I'm looking for yet, but we'll get there
Jon knits the sweaters for cats (Elian), takes photos of the cats in the sweaters (me), writes blurbs about their personalities and likes/dislikes (Elian), and spends one-on-one time with them (me) to help them get adopted
Tim is the volunteer and outreach manager
Sasha is the adoption manager and becomes the in-house tech support
Elias somehow works above Jon, as like a "regional manager" of the south of England's humane societies or something, idk yet i haven't looked into the structure of animal shelters in the UK yet
Rosie gets promoted to be Elias's assistant, so they hire a new receptionist and adoption coordinator
cue Martin (his first day goes v badly)
Gerry is a freelance photographer they hire to do photoshoots for the shelter (Dathen), and he does it v cheap because we stan jon&gerry in my house
Georgie and Melanie sometimes do voice acting for shelter commercials bc Georgie adopted The Admiral from the shelter around the time Jon started working there, and they become friends again that way
Gertrude used to run the shelter and the back office is a mess bc she never filed the paperwork properly, but damn did cats get adopted when she was there
Trying to figure out who the in-house vet/animal tech(s) should be, and then someone to be the vet on contract with the shelter (in the us at least, it's rare for a shelter to have their own in-house vet)
Eric Delano, Veterinarian (thanks be to Elian)
For no reason I can discern, my brain keeps going to Michael Shelley as the groomer they have on contract lol
Martin: "aren't cats just like, dogs you can't train and don't listen to you?" everyone slowly turns to stare (Jack)
and then there's a DOG in the CAT SHELTER
Okay SO the Martin follows Jon to American bunny is from last September in the writers' server where like, I dunno, a dozen? or so of us all started talking about this idea and I really don't know how many people all started WIPs, but there were so many different directions floating around. Mine is mostly going to be like comedic timing and shit and follows this idea:
Julia: you and your Little boyfriend need to get in the car right now
Jon (while Martin sputters): hey! He’s taller than me!
Martin: …
Julia: …
Jon: …
Martin: …
Julia: …
Jon: OH!
Basically, Julia and Trevor kidnap them, but while they're in the car, they're having a heart-to-heart and Julia is like "what the FUCK can't this WAIT" and Jon's like "NO THIS IS THE THIRD TIME I'VE BEEN KIDNAPPED IT ABSOLUTELY CANNOT WAIT"
Here have a snippet lol
Martin hadn't initially intended to join Jon on his American adventure, but when he got the phone call from Jon after he landed admitting he needed more statements, Martin positively bullied Elias into paying for Martin to take them himself.
Elias had relented eventually, but Martin thinks it's more likely because he'd gotten Melanie to agree not to try to kill Elias while he was out of the country. Martin owes her big for this.
Because, as much as he's trying not to freak out at this exact moment, being able to be with Jon after the Usher Foundation turned out to be a dead end and the exhaustion had hit on the ride to Chicago was worth whatever Melanie wanted in exchange.
Martin's crush has gotten a little out of hand by now. He can admit that. It's less a casual-if-awkward crush on his attractive-but-prickly boss and now a solid infatuation with a mess of a man who sometimes remembers he's supposed to give Martin work instructions. Between the kidnappings and the injuries and the deaths.
Christ, what has his life become?
But being with Jon through this has made Martin feel actually useful, capable of doing something instead of just waiting around and reading old, mostly useless statements. Making Jon eat and sleep and stop working for five goddamn minutes sometimes, Christ Jon, might not be actively stopping the Unknowing, but it is at least directly assisting the person in the best position to stop it.
Also, it means Martin gets to see Jon soften and something akin to relax. His gay heart can't always take it, but he files away every moment to pine over when he's back home in his post-Prentiss flat.
This moment, though? Yeah, he's going to do his level best to forget it.
Martin had thought he'd spotted someone following them about a day ago, and he and Jon have been taking turns checking every half hour or so. They've finally stopped to eat at a diner—a real American diner, does this appeal to your retro aesthetics, Martin?, Jon had teased when they walked in—but their meal is interrupted very abruptly.
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  Summary/Request: Can I request just some like filthy smut with Fred? Maybe sugar daddy Freddie? But like there’s actual feelings involved and maybe the reader flirts with Auston and it makes him jealous then he tells them he loves them then fucks the living daylights out of them...or something along those lines
  Warning: smut as per request, some angst, a little bit of fluff
  Author’s Note: So, anon, I'm not sure this is exactly what you wanted. I went through a lot as I was writing this, so that's part of the reason why it took forever to get this out. But yeah, it started out as something short and filthy and then moved to something exceptionally long and fluffy and I nearly forgot that I was supposed to be writing smut. Also, I'm really in a ✨summer vibes✨ kind of mood lately and I really want to go to the beach but because I can’t until the borders open, I guess I’ll write about it. Hope this can give everyone a bit of a reprieve from everything for a little bit! Stay Golden, loves! <3
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Freddie’s P.O.V
  You never expected her to agree to the arrangement, you didn’t think she was the type, but you weren’t looking for a relationship at the time. She told you she’d never had a sugar daddy before but she was happy to try it out
  “I’ve met people who’ve done it and they seem to be really happy,” she said
  “Well, yeah, I would think they would be,” you joked, “a little bit of money for a little bit of pleasure...”
  “That makes it sound like prostitution” she giggled and you nodded
  “It’s not, I didn’t mean it like that...”
  “I mean, it’s not far off, I suppose”
  “But you’re okay with it?”
  “I’m okay with it, but I’m curious,” she asked, “if you’re willing to spend money on me and fly me places and do literally everything a partner does... why not actually be partners?”
  “I just think we’re better off doing this”
  “I know,” she added, “but why?”
  “My life... is a lot for a relationship. I don’t want to put anyone in a position where the fans or the media can tear them down”
  “But you like me enough to do all the same stuff?”
  “Yeah, just... as a secret” you admitted shyly
  “Alright” she finally said, leaning in to plant a kiss on your cheek before your hands latched onto her sides to pull her closer and station her on your lap. “I have to go...” she whined and you groaned in response
“But you don’t” you laughed
“I have to do a presentation tomorrow that I have to work on”
“Skip it,” you mumbled, “you know that you don’t have to work”
“I still like to work”
“Just stay a little bit longer” you urged, kissing her neck and squeezing her hips tighter
“Freddie...” she moaned before you picked her up and carried her to your bedroom, dropping her onto the big mattress. She giggled as she bit her lip, waiting for you to lay your body against hers, “come here.”
xx
  The arrangement was simple. He wanted a warm body just not a relationship. You were in debt up to your eyeballs but you still had very, very expensive tastes and Freddie was all too eager to get you whatever you wanted. There was never any real talk about never developing feelings or what would happen if either of you eventually did but his lips fit so perfectly with yours and your bodies knew instinctively what to do for each other and the way his fingertips grazed the sensitive skin on the sides of your neck made your vision blurry and you weren’t sure how long you could keep this... simple. You were able to work enough that you were chipping away at your debt while Freddie indulged in your materialistic cravings. His gifts were relatively tame so far. Some jewellery, a few designer handbags, some very expensive lingerie, a pair of vintage Chanel stilettos that you almost never wore and when you asked why he didn’t get you Louboutin’s, he smirked and said ‘that’s what every other guy gets his girl. You deserve better than that.’ He really did know just how to say the right thing to make you feel important to him without fully taking that next step but when he started to offer bigger gifts, things started to feel different
  “You can’t buy me a car!”
  “Why not?”
  “I barely drive!”
  “Okay, what about a house?”
  “I’m sorry what?”
  “A house. I mean, not like a mansion but an apartment or like a cottage. By the lake...”
  “That’s too much” you scoffed, fluttering around your kitchen putting away dishes and wiping off the counter before your roommate could complain that the house was a mess
 “You shouldn’t have roommates. Not if you’re with me” he replied and you furrowed your brow before leaning on the cold granite of the counter
  “But I’m not with you...” you corrected, “not like that. How am I supposed to explain to people how I suddenly have enough money to have a cottage by the lake when I’m still paying off student loans and credit card debts?”
  “Tell them it was a super great deal!”
  “Because they’ll definitely believe that” you sighed, walking over to him and pecking his cheek before he followed you to the couch
  “Then say it was a gift”
  “From who? Who would gift something like that to someone? Am I supposed to tell people that you’re my sugar daddy now?” you teased
  “You could say you won the lottery,” he suggested but you ignored it, instead turning toward the TV and switching it on, “I mean that happens right?”
  “Freddie... it’s sweet but it’s way too much” you repeated softly and he dropped it
  “Come hang out with me this summer. I have a place right on the water, it’s beautiful there”
  “Where?” you asked curiously
  “Muskoka”
  “You wanna take me to Muskoka?”
  “It’s romantic there,” he added, creeping over to kiss your shoulder before his body hovered over yours and his lips slowly connected with yours, “and it’s private, too. We don’t have to worry about people interrupting us”
  “People don’t interrupt us he--”
  “(Y/N)!” your roommate yelled, interrupting your moment with Freddie and completely destroying your words even before she came down the stairs, Freddie putting as much space in between the two of you as to not give anything away. “Hey, where is.. oh sorry, I didn’t realize we had company”
  “Stacey, this is Freddie,” you smiled awkwardly, hoping your face wasn’t too flushed, “Freddie, this is my roommate, Stacey.”
  “Nice to meet you” Freddie greeted politely
  “Yeah, you too” Stacey replied, almost suspiciously and you scoffed
  “So what were you looking for?”
  “Huh?” she was clearly lost in thought now, “oh right! That big bag of sunscreen, where did it go? I thought it was in the closet in the bathroom but I didn’t see it. Did you move it?”
  “I did,” you admitted, smiling as you stood up, walking to the bathroom upstairs to show her, “it was just taking up so much space so I took them out of the bag and put them under the sink separately”
  “Ahh, okay. Thanks”
  “No problem,” you said, turning to walk downstairs
  “Wait!” she exclaimed, stopping you, “who is that?”
  “Freddie?”
  “Yeah, I mean... are you two dating? Why have I never met him before?” she rambled before her eyes went wide and panic rushed through your chest, “is this a first date?” you exhaled in relief, laughing in response
  “No, it’s not a date. First or otherwise. He’s just a friend, I met him at a work party last year”
  “Oh, right...” you could tell she didn’t believe you but you weren’t going to try to argue, fearing if you did that you might let the truth slip. She finally let you head back downstairs but before you reached the bottom, your phone chimed
  “Had to go” Freddie’s text read and you sighed before dropping your head
  “You didn’t have to...” you replied
  “I did but the offer still stands. You, me, the lake, Muskoka. Come”
  “I’ll think about it.”
xx
Freddie’s P.O.V
  After weeks of constant begging, (Y/N) agreed to go to the cottage with you over the summer and it was perfect. You almost never left the bedroom and when you did, it was to take a drive into the city to get a few groceries and then you’d lock yourself back in the house, drawing the curtains to block out the light. After that, she asked to go back the next summer and you were more than happy to oblige
  “You liked it huh?” you teased as the two of you lay in bed
  “I had a lot of fun,” she smirked, lifting your hand up so she could trace her finger along your palm mindlessly, “pretending like the world didn’t exist”
  “You sure you don’t want me to just.. get you your own?”
  “No,” she scoffed, “I like yours. As yours, don’t think about giving it to me”
  “Fine” you laughed at her figuring you out before you could even get your suggestion out.
  “Fine” she mocked, rolling over to kiss your cheek and lay on your chest, tracing her fingers across your skin
  “God you’re beautiful” you exhaled as you brushed her hair away from her face
  “YO ‘ZILLA!” you heard Auston yell as he crashed through your front door
  “Shit!” you panicked
  “What is he doing here?” she asked in a hushed voice
  “I don’t know, I thought he was gonna be playing golf all afternoon”
  “FREDDIE?” Auston yelled again
  “Just get dressed, I’ll go talk to him”
  “Okay” she laughed
  “Yo, Tony, what are you doing here?”
  “Hey!” He exclaimed, “I came to hang out with you... am I bothering you?”
  “No of course not. I just thought you’d be at the course for most of the day...”
  “Yeah.. it wasn’t all that exciting today. What have you—”
  “So I think that Shelley was right!” (Y/N) yelled as she came down the stairs, interrupting Auston with some lie that you couldn’t even follow. “I think we did do an event down the street,” you smirked, watching her eye-line go past you and to Auston, “oh, hi...”
  “Hi...” he hesitated
  “I’m (Y/N)”
  “Auston. It’s nice to meet you” he greeted and you watched as the two of them stared at each other
  “Matts, (Y/N) is a friend of a friend and she wanted to see a vantage point... from upstairs”
  “Not a vantage point. See, I work at an event planning company, I’m an intern but I help with a lot of events and one of them was an MLSE fundraiser and, Shelley, my friend that’s also Freddie’s friend,” she rambled and you had to stop yourself from laughing, “she said that Fred’s apartment was nearby but I didn’t believe it...”
  “Right,” he smirked, “well, now you know right?”
  “Right,” she smiled brightly, “but hey. I should go, I have stuff but thanks, Fred, for letting me look. It was nice to meet you, Auston.”
  “Yeah.. nice to meet you, too. Maybe I’ll see you again?”
  “Now now,” you intervened, “no flirting”
  “Bye Freddie” she chuckled before walking out the door.
  “She’s cute,” Auston said to you and you could sense that he was trying to get more information, “young for you though huh?”
  “We’re not dating” you tried
  “So she really was just here to scope out the view?” he teased
  “I guess so” you tried, making your way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water
  “You wouldn’t mind, then, if I asked her out?” he asked, forcing you to sigh at his incessant attempts not to drop the subject
  “No, go for it...”
  “I will” he smirked and that was the end of the conversation. You found out a few days later that he had actually asked (Y/N) out for dinner but she told him she had to think about it
  “What am I supposed to say, Freddie?” she asked, following you around your apartment, her annoyance apparent as she waited for an answer
  “You should say yes” you replied
  “Is that what you want?”
  “I mean you said it yourself, we’re not together. We’re not dating, we just sleep together every once in a while and I buy you stuff. I don’t care who you date...”
  “It’s not tha..” she stammered, shaking her head hastily, “it’s a little more complicated than just me dating someone else. This isn’t just some guy you’ve never met before who wants to take me out on a date. This is your teammate, your friend. He has a key to your apartment. You watch his dog... so it’s not as simple as what you think it is”
  “I’m fine with it. We’ll still do what we do, if you want, and Auston doesn’t have to find out” you added, sitting down at the kitchen island, fidgeting with your water bottle
  “And what if he does?”
  “He won’t”
  “You really want me to say yes?”
  “If you say no, he’s going to think something is going on with us,” you admitted, “if you say yes, he won’t. Simple”
  “That’s all this is?” she sneered, “I’m surprised you haven’t told him already. It’s not something that you’re ashamed of. Unless... are you ashamed of me?”
  “No” you replied. She sat down slowly in the seat across from you and dropped her head to her hands before exhaling
  “Fine,” you groaned, “I’ll say yes.”
xx
  It was the last thing you really wanted to do but Freddie seemed intent on you going on a date with Auston. It wasn’t awful but it didn’t feel right but the two of you stayed in touch, which created its own issues between you and Freddie, just like you knew it would. After nearly a year, you had grown a lot closer with Freddie’s teammates than you thought you would and you were starting to feel like part of the group, whether or not that was a good thing remained to be seen. It did allow you to spend time with Freddie outside of the bedroom but it led to questions about why you never carried a wallet or offered to pay for meals
  “I’m all for chivalry,” Morgan chuckled, taking a sip of his drink as the server took everyone’s plates away, “but you can clearly afford to foot the bill every here and there. I’ve seen all these fancy things before, I’ve bought a few of ‘em for Tessa, so...”
  “This stuff...” you stalled, gesturing to your purse and your clothes, “they’re all gifts”
  “Some friends who get you those gifts” Auston laughed
  “Who said they’re from friends? What about family?”
  “Or a boyfriend?” he teased, your eyes darting to Freddie quickly to gauge his reaction; nothing, completely stoic
  “No boyfriend. I’m not much for the ‘shower me with gifts’ kind of relationship” this comment earned a round of scoffs from the boys in front of you and you just rolled your eyes in return. Freddie offered you a ride home which you took gladly because you wanted to see where his head was at
  “So...” you started before Freddie huffed
  “The guys are coming out to the lake next week. You’re welcome to come but it won’t be like last year”
  “Are you mad at me?” you asked, turning your body to face him
  “No, why would I be mad?” he chided, keeping his eyes on the road
  “I don’t know,” you replied, turning back to face the road yourself, “but I’m glad you’re not mad. I love the lake so I’m happy to go, even if it won’t be like last year...”
  “Great” he sighed
  “Perfect” you replied, pursing your lips as the rest of the drive was spent in silence. He drove into the underground parking lot, turning off the ignition before looking at you
  “They really like you” he said and you furrowed your brow
  “Yeah... I’m likeable” you joked
  “It’s good,” he said, “but maybe after the lake, you should keep your distance”
  “What?” you scoffed as Freddie opened the door and made his way to open your door, leaning his hands against the side of the car and caging you in lightly
  “Or we need to end this arrangement”
  “So, it’s an ultimatum? You or them?” he nodded, sliding his arm under your legs to pick you up and carry you upstairs. It was a strange request but you could barely concentrate on your thoughts with the way his hands began roaming your body once he set you down. After the week had passed, and you managed to patch up things with Freddie, you were on your way back to the place where you had come to know as if it were your own. You wondered how different things would feel there, with ‘the boys�� being there, and if Freddie would keep his distance from you or if the tension would be too much to bear.
xx
Auston’s P.O.V
  You spent most of your time in the water, or watching (Y/N), while everyone else seemed to find other things to occupy their time. You couldn’t believe that (Y/N) hadn’t pursued more of a relationship with you, especially when you thought the date went really well; you decided to make it your mission to get her to fall in love with you or find out if there was something else going on.
  "So..." you grunted, taking a seat next to (Y/N), "how are you liking the cottage?"
  "It's beautiful out here" she answered with a smile
  "Isn't it though?" you said
  "Are you mocking me?" she laughed
 "I would never"
  "You're still mad that I didn't want to date you, aren't you?" she asked, taking you a bit by surprise and you weren't really sure how honest you should be
  "Why didn't you want to date me?" you said curiously, "I mean the date that we went on was good, wasn't it?"
  "It was fine, yeah," she replied, unimpressed as she seemed to remember the date in her mind, "I just have a bit of a complicated situation going and I didn't feel like adding more to that. But, I'm sorry, that wasn't fair to you"
  "Oh," you really were hoping that she would've made some joke about it all instead of... actually telling you the truth, but here you were. "Thank you..." you hesitated before chuckling, "I'm over it anyway. Let's just enjoy the summer, okay?"
  "Yeah" she grinned. As the night drew on, Freddie got the barbeque ready while setting out snacks as Mo, Mitch and Cogs grabbed a seat around the fire.
  “HEY! YOU TWO, COME HANG OUT BY THE FIRE!” Fred yelled to you and (Y/N) as the two of you stayed on the dock
  "I wanna go in the water!" she yelled
  "YEAH ME TOO!" you chuckled in return, seeing Freddie's distaste from where you stood before (Y/N) slipped by you and ran into the lake
  "HOLY SHIT IT'S COLD!" she screamed, her body already shivering from just a few inches of water crashing against the bare skin of her legs
  "What did you expect?" you scoffed, wading the water as you neared her, lowering your body so the water covered your chest
  "I don't know.." she hesitated, trying her best to maintain the composure of her voice before her shivers took over, "I just didn't expect it to be that cold..."
  "Well now you know" you smirked, catching her stare just as your body reached her space, letting your frame hover over hers as the two of you stood in the cold water; the waves splashing against your hips and trying their best to drag both of you into the current.
  "Right" she whispered, unable to tear her eyes from yours
  "Right" you returned, squatting down in front of her, your lips grazing her chest while your gaze stayed trained on her. You could feel her breathing build in her chest as your fingers traced her skin before you picked her up and she squealed
  "STOP!" she laughed as you threw her over your shoulder
  "What? I'm not doing anything!" you joked. She started to squirm in your grasp before eventually straightening her body which, luckily for you, meant that your face met her chest; you felt her hands rest gently on her shoulders as you shamelessly stared at her breasts before looking back up at her
  "Don't do it" she breathed
  "Do what?" you replied quietly
  "I know what you're thinking" she said and you smirked
  "No, no I don't think you do"
  "Don't do it Auston..." she repeated
  "You need to get used to the temperature," you replied, a grin growing on your face, "and the best way to do that is just to do it..."
  "You throw me in and I'll take you down with me" she threatened but you weren't going to listen. You stopped only for a second when you heard Freddie call to the two of you and you turned around to see him on the shore. You grinned before turning back, throwing (Y/N) in the water before feeling the tug on the back of your neck; both of you crashing into the water. When you finally came to the surface, you splashed water at her which she reciprocated before looking over at Freddie, "we should probably head in."
xx
Freddie's P.O.V
  You watched as the two of them held onto each other in the water, not able to discern their emotions from the distance you were at, but you didn’t like it. You called them in one more time before Auston tossed (Y/N) into the water and they began splashing water at each other. She looked back at you before wiping the water from her eyes and saying something to Auston, the two of them making their way back to shore.
  “Hey,” Auston said breathlessly as he walked past you
  “Finally had enough of the water huh?” you teased to which Auston just smirked, looking back at (Y/N) then back at you
  “Hi” (Y/N) said when she got close to you but your irritation from what you’d witnessed caused you to all but ignore her as you turned to walk back to the fire. The six of you sat around the fire, drinking, laughing and telling stories while you felt (Y/N)’s eyes on you, begging you to look at her without having to say the words
  “Well,” she sighed when you kept your eyes away from hers, “I’m exhausted from all that fun in the water. I’ll see you all in the morning” she laughed, Morgan and Andrew standing up to showcase their chivalry
  “Have a good sleep” Andrew smiled as (Y/N) made her way back inside. You weren’t sure how long you should wait to talk to her but you knew it couldn’t be too much longer
  “I’m gonna get some sleep as well” you said, finishing your drink as you stood up
  “Oh yeah, sure...” Cogs teased and you rolled your eyes at the tone
  “Goodnight. Please don’t destroy the deck” you said, making your way inside and turning down the hall toward (Y/N)’s room, letting yourself in
  “Hey!” she exclaimed, irritated that you didn’t knock, “what are you doing?”
  “I came to talk to you”
  “Oh really? You’ve sure done a great job of ignoring me all night. What do you have to say now?”
  “You can’t act like that,” you said under your breath, referring to how she was with Auston
  “Act like what?!” she argued, raising her voice as she stepped toward you
  “Like that!” you repeated, gesturing to the lake, trying your best to keep your voice low. “Throwing yourself all over Auston like that. Half naked and soaking wet no less”
  “Oh my god,” she scoffed, “you’re jealous”
  “Jealous?” you huffed at the suggestion
  “Yes. I have no idea why you would be but it sounds an awful lot like jealousy how you’re talking to me right now” she urged, anger covering her face
  “What if I was jealous?”
  “Why would you be jealous?”
  “BECAUSE I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU!”
  “What?” she whispered, stumbling back
  “I love you,” you said calmly, vulnerably, as you studied her expression
  “You don’t love me, you’re not in love with me” she argued, shaking her head in disbelief
  “I do!”
  “YOU DON’T!” she yelled, “YOU— I— ugh” she groaned
  “What?”
  “I don’t get you,” she sighed, “one second you say you don’t want a relationship and you want to be my ‘sugar daddy’ then the next you say you’re in love with me? Which is it?”
  “Both”
  “Both?” you could feel the disgust in her words but it almost made you laugh
  “Yeah, both,” you countered, “I didn’t set out to fall in love and get into a relationship, especially when I met you,” you noticed her mouth drop, realizing you had to backtrack. “I wanted to protect you from my life but I liked being around you. And the sex was amazing”
  “So all you wanted was sex”
  “Maybe that’s where it started,” you admitted, “but somewhere along the way I fell in love with you and I realized I would still be paying for everything either way but this way I’d get you all to myself”
  “Oh so now it’s about possession?” she growled and you rolled your eyes
  “I’m not trying to possess you,” you groaned, “I just wanna be with you because I love you. I have no idea why because you’re impossible to deal with and you test me every god damn second like I’m still in school but I can’t help it” you bit your bottom lip as you thought about tearing off her clothes, taking a step closer to where she stood. “I see you and you make everything... different. My heart races and I blush and I sweat and I just want to be around you. All the time. It’s infuriating. But I love you and I think I have since the beginning” she stood silently in front of you before you boxed her in with your arms, letting her eyes linger up your chest until they found yours, placing your hands on her hips to bring her even closer to you
  “Show me,” she said softly, watching your lips. You let your fingers slide up her body until they reached her neck, cupping her face as you kissed her softly. Her body moving closer to yours, forcing your feet to move backward until you felt the bed behind you, stopping only for a minute to pick her up
  “I love you” you repeated and, as if something possessed her, she bit her lip and pushed you onto the mattress
  “I want you to fuck me”
  “You’re n—”
  “Fuck. Me” she interrupted, moving across your body to straddle your lap. You honestly thought she’d say it back and it was throwing you off that she wasn’t. “What’s wrong?” she groaned when she finally realized that you weren’t exactly following through
  “I can’t do this” you sighed, pushing her off of you to walk across the room, dropping your head in your hand
  “What?” she scoffed
  “I...”
  “Should I go ask Auston? I bet he’d be more than happy to fuck me” she teased, smirking when she saw the glare on your face. You promptly made your way back to her, harshly grabbing her hips and turning her around where she stood; moving your hands up her body to clear her hair from her neck to bite at the sensitive skin between her neck and her shoulder. You felt her hips push back into yours and you grinned at her sudden neediness
  "Is this what you want?" you whispered
  "I told you. I want you to fuck me" she breathed, placing her hand on yours to guide it onto her breast and she leaned against your chest, continuing to back her ass against your growing erection. You pushed your hands into the waistband of her shorts and underwear, tearing them off her body, kissing up her legs and removing her shirt before forcing her to lean against the bed, keeping her back straight. “Freddie...” she whimpered when you stepped back, making sure not to touch her just yet
  “Shh,” you hushed before pushing your shorts off to expose your hardened cock. You ran your finger down her spine until you felt her shiver underneath your touch, holding yourself in your free hand before you began running the tip along her folds; letting her moan fill the room before you pushed yourself into her entrance. "Shhh," you repeated as her sounds started to get louder, "you don't want everyone to hear, do you?" she let out another moan before she nodded her head, looking at you over her shoulder and smirking as she watched you fuck her. She rocked back into you, sending vibrations through your body and encouraging you to dig your nails into her hips, fucking her harder. You moaned lowly as your pleasure began to increase, slapping her ass to give her the playful punishment you thought she deserved for teasing you earlier
  "Fuck" she shouted breathlessly, earning a growl from you as you tried to fuck her into silence. You weren't surprised when her panting filled the room and she brought her body up so she could lean against your chest. "Fuck" she repeated, quieter this time, as your fingers lingered to her core, pressing on her sensitive bud as your thrusts became stutters and grunts continuously left your lips. You came, messily, inside her but kept your fingers moving against her clit as you took yourself out of her, kneeling down in time to find your juices leaking down her leg; snaking your head between her legs to lick up the liquid teasingly. "You need to cum, don't you?" you baited, your finger poking inside and curving to find her g-spot while you gently swept the tip of your tongue across her clit
  "Fuck, yes," she panted, "faster baby. Make me cum" you smirked at her pleas. You quickened your ministrations until her legs shook and she was unable to stand, falling to her knees while a sigh exited her mouth. Her hand lazily rested on your chest as she attempted to compose herself and you could only chuckle
  "Oh we're not done yet"
  "What?" she gulped, eyebrows raising in surprise
  "Oh no no no no," you laughed, "you wanted me to fuck you. I'm gonna fuck you senseless. Until you can't speak without feeling me inside you. Until you see my face with every breath you take. Until you feel the heat from my body against yours just by walking across the room. Until you need to beg for mercy at any given second because I'm still making you cum."
  "T--" she hesitated, pushing herself up as best she could while still not being able to use her legs, "that sounds good to me"
  "You sure you can handle it?" you asked
  "From you?" she replied, raising her hand to stroke your cheek, "any day. All-day"
  "I do love you" you admitted once more, hoping she'd say it back but helping her up gently so you could continue to fuck her, as you promised you would
  "I love you, too" she confessed and you kissed her quickly, lifting her up and carrying her to the bed. It was at that moment, when you saw her smiling underneath you, that you didn't care if the guys heard the two of you. She was yours and you were hers. You had her and she had you. Nothing could ruin that.
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Would you consider Distortion Michael and Gerry Keay with 73? Height difference.
(In this house we ignore canon timelines)
I can consider it indeed! I didn’t intend for it to go this hard but uh. I couldn’t stop, so here’s some sadness.
CW: Distortion and unreality, canon character death(? kind of?), bit of body horror (i.e. Michael being generally creepy)
#73: Height Difference Kisses Where One Person Has To Bend Down And The Other Is On Their Tippy Toes
He should’ve known better. This is what happens when you chase the damned, Gerry thought bitterly. He looked around the twisting colors. Spiral. Distortion. Fear of not being able to trust your own mind.
He should’ve known better.
And now he was stuck here in these stupid corridors with nothing but his wits that he couldn’t even trust. And the person he’d been trying to stop—to save—was gone. They were lost in the Spiral, and he wasn’t going to be able to help them anymore. They were at the mercy of the Fears, now.
So was he, he supposed.
The yellow door he’d entered through was gone. That was no surprise. He was going to have to call on Beholding to get out of this, wasn’t he? Just his luck. Always his luck. At least Mum can’t get to me in here.
There was a laugh behind him, no...around him, no...above? It echoed and twisted inward on itself and spread out wide until all that there was was the laugh.
Gerry glared at the spinning walls. “Oh, piss off!” he shouted.
The laughter stopped as suddenly as it had begun, cutting off with a punch of static. Somehow that made the headache he was forming worse.
“I know what you are,” he called, “and the worst you can do is kill me, and that just feeds Terminus, not you. Let me out, and I won’t kill you.”
There was Something behind him, above him, surrounding him with twisting arms. “Hello, Gerry,” the creature said.
He knew that voice. It was twisted, warped, but… “Michael?”
The creature laughed like a pounding migraine. “That is certainly a name.”
“Show yourself.”
It laughed again. Did it ever stop laughing? “If you insist.”
It’s arms flattened and wrapped into a more visible reality. Something resembling a head rested on top of his own. Gerry pushed it away and Stared.
It resembled Michael Shelley in many ways, but it wasn’t him. Even if it had once been him, it wasn’t him anymore. Its limbs stretched too long, twirled in places where there should not be any joints. Its pale skin was tainted by colours and static distortions. Its hair looked blond, but was it? Perhaps. It twisted and swirled with the rest of the creature.
Not-Michael grinned. Its smile twisted up and spiralled far too wide and long. “You’re afraid now,” it cooed.
He glared at it. “You stole my friend’s face. That’s the Stranger’s m.o., not yours.”
It cackled, seemingly not able to catch its breath. But its face didn’t seem to reflect its amusement. “I didn’t steal it,” it claimed. “I Became.”
“So you killed him,” Gerry replied. “Same thing.”
“Oh no, you misunderstand!” it giggled. “I was once called Michael, but now I am Me. The Twisting Deceit. The Throat of Delusion. I am Distortion Incarnate!”
“Fancy titles really don’t mean anything, you know.”
It crossed its arms. “I don’t recall asking you.”
Gerry leaned back, mirroring its crossed arms. “So what? You ate Michael and then decided to take his body and puppet it around?”
It tapped a too-long finger against its chin. “That is a way to put it,” it mused. “I believe I am both. Michael Shelley and Distortion as One.”
“I don’t appreciate you killing my friend.”
“But I’m still Me! I’m right here! I’m just...different. Something New.”
“You’re not helping your case.”
It sighed, the sound like razors cutting the air. “I am Michael, but I am More, now.”
Gerry glared at it. This thing had taken his friend and Twisted him. “So what do you want?”
It hummed. “I don’t know. I know that I am...fond- of you. I’m not going to kill you, I think.”
“Well thanks, I guess,” Gerry replied. “So...are you gonna let me out?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.”
“Right.” He looked around. “Gonna be honest, Michael’s flat looked way better than this mess.”
“Remind me why I liked you,” it muttered. “It’s not like it’s my fault it looks like this.”
Gerry glanced up at the creature. It was tall—very tall. “‘Liked me’?”
Its eyes locked with his. “Yes...when I was just Michael, I was very fond of you, I think.”
He had to look away. He’d never been able to tell Michael—the real Michael—how he felt about him. Now he was Warped into this monstrous entity…
“Do you remember the day I asked you to walk me home?” it asked. “Back when you and...and Gertrude- had just started working together?”
It said her name with such vitriol that Gerry had to take a step back. “So I was right,” he whispered. “She did kill him...you.”
It let out a wail, static breaking through its form. “That bitch!” it screamed. “I didn’t know about the Powers of Fear and Dread! I trusted her!”
Gerry stepped toward the creature’s distorting figure, hands held out. “Hey, hey! Calm down, it’s- it’s not your fault, okay? I should’ve told you.”
The creature that was once Michael fizzled and deflated. “Did you know she was going to betray me? Feed me to a Power greater than any human could hope to control?”
Did he? He knew what happened to all her other assistants. But...Michael hadn’t known any of it. Michael wasn’t murdered by another assistant, or by a spouse, and he hadn’t given himself over to one of the Powers… “No,” he said. “I didn’t know.”
The creature—no, Michael—stared down at Gerry. “I believe you,” it- he said.
Gerry took another cautious step toward Michael, hand stretched out for him to take. Michael’s hand reached up to meet it, now resembling something more human. “I don’t think…,” Michael whispered, staring longingly into Gerry’s eyes. “I don’t think I was supposed to Become. I think I was supposed to die.”
Gerry reached up, cupped Michael’s cheek in his hand. “I’m sorry.”
“I don’t want to die,” Michael said simply, “but I don’t think I want to keep being me, either. I don’t want to be Michael.”
There wasn’t really another option, was there? Aside from giving in completely to the Distortion. Even if Gerry would let himself become an avatar for Beholding, he didn’t think he could save Michael. Not now. Not anymore. “I’m sorry,” he whispered again, surprising himself when the sound came out strangled.
The corridors calmed their twisting. The colors weren’t so bright anymore. Michael almost looked human again. “You should go,” he said. “I don’t want you to see me.”
As if the Powers hadn’t taken enough from him—hadn’t hurt him enough. “If there was any way that I could—”
“Don’t.”
“But I—”
Suddenly there were lips upon his own. Or at least, there was something that very closely resembled lips upon his own. Michael was practically bending over himself and then some, and he was kissing Gerry.
And Gerry found that, even though Michael had become something that he actively worked to destroy, he quite enjoyed it.
He leaned up on his toes, pushing against Michael, deepening the kiss. How long had he wanted to kiss Michael? The Original Michael—before he’d been betrayed and murdered and forced into a role not meant for him? It didn’t matter. This was the only time he would get to. He wrapped an arm around Michael, pushing him against his own hellish corridor walls.
Michael practically melted into him. There was definitely something weird going on, anyway. Gerry’s skin prickled at the feeling of what seemed like too many limbs, but really was only two. Just two very disproportionate limbs. His size altered, bringing him down a bit closer to Gerry.
Some needling desire in the back of his mind told him that if he just stayed, just pulled Michael closer, just kissed him a little harder, maybe he could save him after all. Bring back his humanity out of love.
But he knew it didn’t work that way. It never had. Never would.
He knew better.
He didn’t care.
Michael wrapped his arms all around Gerry, twisting and bending many times over. A cocoon of limbs. Then he was breaking the kiss. Throwing him out in the cold drizzle of London.
The door slammed behind him.
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roadtogracelandx45 · 2 years
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:Prompts List:
I am starting with 50 for now, I may add or change them going forward. but for now these were the ones i had in my notebook. i got all of them off of Pinterest. Some already have names by them but go ahead and request them again if you like the prompt and I can redo them.
Fandoms I write for:
Top Gun Maverick: All
Elvis: Elvis
One Chicago: Kelly Severide, Jay Halstead, Will Halstead, Connor Rhodes
Avengers: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Natasha, Clint Barton, Peter Parker
Triple Frontier: Will Miller and Benny Miller
Four Brothers: Bobby Mercer, Jack Mercer
Sons of Anarchy: Jax Teller, Opie Winston, Juice Ortiz, David Hale,
Fast and Furious: Dom Toretto, Roman Peirce, Brian O'Conner, Letty Ortiz
Band of Brothers: All
Twilight: All of the Cullens, Jacob Black and Bella Swan
Harry Potter: All
WWE/TNA/AEW/ ROH : Seth Rollins, Roman Reigns, Dean Ambrose, Stephanie McMahon, Triple H, Shawn Michaels, Chris Jericho, CM Punk, The Young Bucks, Adam Cole, Bobby Fish, Kyle O'Reilly, Roderick Strong, Chris Sabin, Alex Shelley, Randy Orton, Edge, Christian Cage, Matt Hardy, Jeff Hardy, Hurricane Helms. Mr. Kennedy
Supernatural- Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Cas
The West Wing: Josh Lyman, Sam Seaborn
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01 “Oh you think I am cute when I am angry? Well get ready because I am about to be gorgeous.”  
    Olivia Stewart- Light in The Darkness- Band of Brothers fanfiction
02. “I can’t lose you again. Can’t  you see that? I am not strong enough.” 
03. “Marry me’ 
04. “I’m not jealous.” 
05.  “Kiss my ass.” 
06.  “Were you ever gonna tell me?” 
07. “Excuse you?”
08.  “This is all your fault.” 
09. “It’s not fair.” 
10. “Game Over, you lose.” 
11.  “Is she always this obnoxious?” “Oh, she is just getting warmed up.” 
        Ajay Reso- Stronger Than Yesterday series
12. “We don’t need to control them. We need to unleash them.” 
13. “It should have never come to this.” 
14. “I’m not a lot of people’s favorite person.” 
15. “I shouldn’t have wasted 3 years on someone when Russia could have sent me a good bottle of vodka.” 
16.  “Can we have this conversation when you aren’t upset?” 
17. “Come over here and make me, why don’t ya?” 
18.  “I am tired of being your secret.” 
19. “Mess with them, you mess with me.” 
20. “I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.” 
21. “ I am coming to get you. Stay there.” 
22. “Are you safe?” “I, I don’t know.” 
23.  “This is why I don’t let myself fall in love.” 
24. “You are my regret.” 
25. “You have to make a choice.” 
26. “Put the knife down.” 
27. “Jokes on them.” 
28. “The way you flirt is shameless.” 
29. “With all due respect, I’m going to ignore everything you just said.” 
30. “It’s me! It’s me baby! Calm down.” 
31.  “Have you lost your damn mind?” 
32.  “Hey, I am here with you. Okay? Always.”
33. “Hold me back.” 
34.  “You aren’t a bad guy.” 
35. “You know we are meant to be.” 
36. “Mine.”
37. “Seriously, you are a manchild.”
38.  “I get it alright! I fucked up!” 
39. “She’s dead! I killed her!” 
40. “You smell nice.”
41.  “I think I am pregnant.”/ “I am pregnant, not helpless. Stop worrying so much.” 
42. “So what if I am jealous? Its not gonna change anything.” 
Ryder Winston- Charming Town 
43. “You owe me.”
44. “Be careful.” “I always am.” 
45. “Take my jacket, it's cold outside.” 
46. “I am not some toy  you can play with.” 
47. “Just play long. Please.’
48.  “I did something terrible.’ 
49. “Don’t hurt the hair on their head.’ 
50. “I got your back.” 
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bluecarelesswhisper · 3 years
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TOP 100 FEMALE SOLO SINGERS OF THE '50S AND '60S
Patti Page - All My Love, The Tennessee Waltz, Mockin' Bird Hill, I Went to Your Wedding, The Doggie in the Window, Cross Over the Bridge, Allegheny Moon, Old Cape Cod; Hush, Hush, Sweet Charlotte
Connie Francis - Who's Sorry Now, My Happiness, Lipstick on Your Collar, Everybody's Somebody's Fool, My Heart Has a Mind of its Own, Where the Boys Are, Don't Break the Heart That Loves You
Brenda Lee - Sweet Nothin's, I'm Sorry, I Want to Be Wanted, Fool #1, Break it to Me Gently, All Alone Am I
Kay Starr - Wheel of Fortune, Side By Side, Changing Partners, If You Love Me (Really Love Me), Rock and Roll Waltz
Doris Day - A Guy is a Guy, Secret Love, If I Give My Heart to You; Whatever Will Be, Will Be (Que Sera, Sera); Everybody Loves a Lover
Dionne Warwick - Anyone Who Had a Heart, Walk on By, I Say a Little Prayer, (Theme from) Valley of the Dolls, I'll Never Fall in Love Again
Aretha Franklin - I Never Loved a Man (The Way I Love You), Respect, Baby I Love You, Chain of Fools, The House That Jack Built
Teresa Brewer - Music! Music! Music!, Till I Waltz Again With You, Ricochet, A Tear Fell, A Sweet Old Fashioned Girl
Jo Stafford - Shrimp Boats, You Belong to Me, Jambalaya, Keep it a Secret, Make Love to Me!
Rosemary Clooney - Come On-a My House, Half as Much, Botch-A-Me, Hey There, This Ole House
Joni James - Why Don't You Believe Me, Have You Heard, Your Cheatin' Heart; My Love, My Love; How Important Can it Be?
Petula Clark - Downtown, I Know a Place, My Love, This is My Song, Don't Sleep in the Subway
Dinah Washington - I Don't Hurt Anymore, What a Diff'rence a Day Makes, Unforgettable, This Bitter Earth
Mary Wells - The One Who Really Loves You, You Beat Me to the Punch, Two Lovers, My Guy
Georgia Gibbs - Kiss of Fire, Seven Lonely Days, Tweedle Dee, Dance With Me Henry (Wallflower)
Lesley Gore - It's My Party, Judy's Turn to Cry, She's a Fool, You Don't Own Me
Nancy Sinatra - These Boots Are Made For Walkin'; How Does That Grab You, Darlin'?; Sugar Town, Love Eyes
Sarah Vaughan - Make Yourself Comfortable, How Important Can it Be?, Whatever Lola Wants, Broken-Hearted Melody
Dusty Springfield - I Only Want to Be With You, Wishin' and Hopin', You Don't Have to Say You Love Me, Son-Of-A Preacher Man
Ruth Brown - Teardrops From My Eyes, 5-10-15 Hours, (Mama) He Treats Your Daughter Mean, Oh What a Dream
Kitty Wells - It Wasn't God Who Made Honky Tonk Angels, Makin' Believe, Searching (For Someone Like You), Heartbreak U.S.A.
Etta James - The Wallflower, All I Could Do Was Cry, At Last, Tell Mama
LaVern Baker - Tweedlee Dee, Play it Fair, Jim Dandy, I Cried a Tear
Gale Storm - I Hear You Knocking, Teen Age Prayer, Dark Moon
Dinah Shore - My Heart Cries For You, Sweet Violets, Chantz-Chantez
Jaye P. Morgan - That's All I Want From You, Danger! Heartbreak Ahead, The Longest Walk
Eydie Gorme - Mama, Teach Me to Dance; You Need Hands, Blame it on the Bossa Nova
Carla Thomas - Gee Whiz (Look at His Eyes), B-A-B-Y, I Like What You're Doing (To Me)
Patsy Cline - Walkin' After Midnight, I Fall to Pieces, Crazy
Peggy Lee - Lover, Fever, Is That All There Is
Dee Dee Sharp - Mashed Potato Time, Gravy (For My Mashed Potatoes), Ride!
Kitty Kallen - Little Things Mean a Lot, In the Chapel in the Moonlight, My Coloring Book
Annette - Tall Paul, O Dio Mio, Pineapple Princess
Cher - All I Really Want to Do, Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down), You Better Sit Down Kids
Barbra Streisand - People, He Touched Me, Second Hand Rose
Linda Scott - I've Told Every Little Star, Don't Bet Money Honey, I Don't Know Why
Connie Smith - Once a Day, Ain't Had No Lovin', The Hurtin's All Over
Barbara Lewis - Hello Stranger, Baby I'm Yours, Make Me Your Baby
Anita Bryant - Till There Was You, Paper Roses, In My Little Corner of the World
Skeeter Davis - My Last Date (With You), The End of the World, I Can't Stay Mad at You
Sue Thompson - Sad Movies (Make Me Cry), Norman, Paper Tiger
Della Reese - And That Reminds Me, Don't You Know, Not One Minute More
Loretta Lynn - Don't Come Home A-Drinkin' (With Lovin' on Your Mind), Fist City, Woman of the World (Leave My World Alone)
Betty Everett - You're No Good, The Shoop Shoop Song, There Comes a Time
Jackie DeShannon - What the World Needs Now is Love, Put a Little Love in Your Heart, Love Will Find a Way
Timi Yuro - Hurt, What's a Matter Baby, Make the World Go Away
Debbie Reynolds - Tammy, A Very Special Love, Am I That Easy to Forget
Gogi Grant - Suddenly There's a Valley, Who Are We, The Wayward Wind
Maxine Brown - All in My Mind, Funny, Oh No Not My Baby
Betty Johnson - I Dreamed, Little White Lies, The Little Blue Man
Jean Shepard - A Satisfied Mind, Beautiful Lies, Second Fiddle (To An Old Guitar)
Shirley Ellis - The Nitty Gitty, The Name Game, The Clapping Song
Little Eva - The Loco-Motion, Keep Your Hands Off My Baby, Let's Turkey Trot
Vera Lynn - Auf Wiederseh'n Sweetheart, Yours, If You Love Me (Really Love Me)
Eartha Kitt - C'est Si Bon, Santa Baby, Somebody Bad Stole De Wedding Bell
Lulu - To Sir With Love, Best of Both Worlds, Morning Dew
June Valli - Crying in the Chapel, I Understand, Apple Green
Connie Stevens - Sixteen Reasons, Why'd You Wanna Make Me Cry, Mr. Songwriter
Jane Morgan - Fascination, The Day the Rains Came, With Open Arms
Nancy Wilson - (You Don't Know) How Glad I Am, I Wanna Be With You; Face it Girl, it's Over
Esther Phillips - Release Me, And I Love Him, When a Woman Loves a Man
Vikki Carr - It Must Be Him, The Lesson, With Pen in Hand
Little Peggy March - I Will Follow Him, I Wish I Were a Princess; Hello Heartache, Goodbye Love
Mindy Carson - Candy and Cake, My Foolish Heart, Wake the Town and Tell the People
Sandy Posey - Born a Woman, Single Girl, I Take it Back
Bobbie Gentry - Ode to Billie Joe, Fancy
Brenda Holloway - Every Little Bit Hurts, When I'm Gone
Eileen Rodgers - Miracle of Love, Treasure of Your Love
Barbara Lynn - You'll Lose a Good Thing, Second Fiddle Girl
Dottie West - Here Comes My Baby, Would You Hold it Against Me
Baby Washington - That's How Heartaches Are Made, Only Those in Love
Kathy Linden - Billy; Goodbye Jimmy, Goodbye
Cathy Carr - Ivory Tower, First Anniversary
Fontella Bass - Rescue Me, Recovery
Barbara Mason - Yes, I'm Ready; Sad, Sad Girl
Marianne Faithfull - As Tears Go By, Summer Nights
Shelley Fabares - Johnny Angel, Johnny Loves Me
Wanda Jackson - Let's Have a Party, In the Middle of a Heartache
Tammy Wynette - D-I-V-O-R-C-E, Stand By Your Man
Mama Cass - Dream a Little Dream of Me, It's Getting Better
Faye Adams - Shake a Hand, Hurts Me to My Heart
Jill Corey - I Love My Baby, Love Me to Pieces
Dodie Stevens - Pink Shoe Laces, No
Bettye Swann - Make Me Yours, Don't Touch Me
Jan Howard - Evil on Your Mind, Bad Seed
Nina Simone - I Loves You, Porgy; Ain't Got No; I Got Life
Norma Jean - Go Cat Go, I Wouldn't Buy a Used Car From Him
Miss Toni Fisher - The Big Hurt, West of the Wall
Damita Jo - I'll Be There, If You Go Away
Patty Duke - Don't Just Stand There, Say Something Funny
Bonnie Guitar - Dark Moon, Mister Fire Eyes
Gloria Lynne - I Wish You Love, Watermelon Man
Jody Miller - Queen of the House, Home of the Brave
Gisele MacKenzie - Hard to Get, The Star You Wished Upon Last Night
Betty Madigan - Joey, Dance Everyone Dance
Ketty Lester - Love Letters, But Not For Me
Barbara George - I Know (You Don't Love Me No More), You Talk About Love
Joanie Sommers - One Boy, Johnny Get Angry
Irma Thomas - Don't Mess With My Man, Wish Someone Would Care
Diane Renay - Navy Blue, Kiss Me Sailor
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