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milkibana · 2 years

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oh yeah here's the transcript from when I watched it i saved it for no reason :)

"You are the one we need for this work. Do you want me to go to Saturn please follow us. This is urgent. Yes but I don't have it at the moment. I have other plans laundry and As time flies, I need to leave you. Bye. What's the problem? I will be there.

Men's I think I can serve my That is great. We knew we could count on you no I'll just call a taxi. Meet me before leaving in 10 minutes. We have transport, but first I need to go home. But I still need to learn. I need that order before I leave or

Wait, welcome on board., Let's talk with you Mila This is our command center, where the best minds have gathered.

this computer is programmed to take you to Saturn in a completely safe way. What is the percentage of failed Exodus? Also, your commander is a very outstanding soldier, you will not find a more reliable person.

You dishonored the army, you let us down. by Loser Banzai the mission is the most important. Get away from

lecture materials you asked for die dirty gunman at your service you will form a Patriotic team, I promise you that I will not fail. Just clean it all up

It is spoken again. It's true what I heard they're looking for a new navigator. Do you want me I'll be there slowly, huh? suza, welcome aboard so always in the eyes of the forest. I'm glad you remembered me. I have always wanted to participate in the Space Mission. I will do my best.

No, it's all in advance, my dear, you know we can't send you there? Why are you and what am I your CTO? No, it won't You will decorate this room with your presence. Besides, we already got this guy. Do you know lovers.

When are you a great team? To put it mildly, not suitable for an expedition of this magnitude. Well, now a real man of the people? the fucking scammer the closest place in space he got to was when we were watching star Why are you hiring incompetent idiots for this expedition?

I hope you understand what the hell are you doing? I think that someone is waiting today. says the technical director of the Saturn project. I need a copier credit from the space Yes, right now it's good then you should wake up the guard.

our beloved Queen of Denmark and Prince Consort, accompanied by our dear Prime Minister, the exquisite taste of strength. I want to say now, I demand discipline. as representatives of Denmark We will forever be part of history?

Please welcome the best pilots in Denmark and finally the most experienced astronaut with pepper

Hi excellent just don't mess around, everything is set there now Move move move move.

Wait I have time to take a trifle with me, just a tiny trifle.

Greetings. I am Jamida your cook for this flight and hello to you. My name is Pir and I am a new navigator. Don't worry. I will take you to Saturn come here. cheese sandwich sparing lettuce or big sandwich, it's not a club sandwich.

Yes, it's all right. No, it's important because I'm a guest I flunked the Danish citizenship test, but if I do well on this trip, the guest worker will be a real They then I can bring my family here, and we will open a cool restaurant. See hotdocks Greetings, space people. Well, are you two princesses? And now how it's hot motherfucker ass party time, Here's a little high culture.

This is German, but believe in Denmark everything is done in the same way. It seems to me that my wife would not approve of this. Come on, you dude, baby young chicks, and these girls are your Oh you son of a dog, I will chop you to pieces and feed your meat to the dogs. I just wanted to have fun with you along with those piglets.

He took everything too close to his heart, a real Donetsk resident knows how to control himself when he is insulted. You're absolutely right, my little monkey. You are fat you are big fat, motherfucker. This is our way. get ready for the start everyone at

Wait a second, take off in 4 minutes 12 This is a clear You must read this ups it has been cleared according to protocol no, but it contains Now let's

beer favorite soft drink beer pacifies but does not satisfy.

10 9 8 dudes sure it's enough to shake.

Scary, but it's reality.

Access Denied Kurt May, look here Mr. Prime Minister looks like ukta Mr. May, I think I have a problem with protocol 314 this is a video file, but I do not have access to it. I never heard, don't score your beautiful head with all this technical stuff.

What should be done according to the protocol before approaching the senior in rank? It's clicking heels for sure. if it happened in tobol your mother, look into my eyes, I knew Do you have the gaze

What could be the real country? Yes, definitely I just need to check something in the navigational That's right the first mission is the most important. Beautiful grater, please sit down. Grilled sausage, how big is it? I just love this movie. Deer, you need to convince him though.

then little Ole will come out for a walk and for one buck. You can watch this. Pussy fine pussy let's fuck some pussy See What I Made The dude's bladder is made from urine. Keep it away from It's like a scorch ball, only my photos are not made of wrinkles.

alley invented a new sport out of piss, Silence be damned. spy your heads It's all you can after everyone has their own work. I need discipline. we had nothing in the bay, except for these stinking senseless work. hot dogs

Well, of course, how did I not think of this before perfectly.

landing Welcome to Saturn Okay, let's form a team named capture, Saturn all together.

I will raise this flag as a symbol of Danish colonization. Saturn for the king of the country No for God the King and the country. Yes, I'm ready. God save our good king. No, curses and here is a building and here is a building.

This is a clear violation of command protocol. Turn this thing off. from the top we came, Who wants to try a small field.

Don't worry, everything is under control. Give me your watch. we white gods brought you Gifts as a symbol of our good intentions. Obey us or we will use our fiery sticks, they don't like you yelling at them in my opinion, Great primitive They need to know who's in charge here Listen listen they look primitive called Denmark We want to use your natural resources for our high tech We will teach you democracy and freedom of speech a great additional income.

Look how he got pissed off when I talked about freedom of speech, you yourself wanted it. Get your Let them stay

the closest planet we could find is in the nebula, Solaris is only 12 years Let's get to the point. What is the size of the water supply?

times two percent 2 percent, but we sucked out all the other planets of the dry galaxy. Goes two percent, will not even cover the weekly ration of our army.

Be healthy.

Beloved dictator we captured this group of We require treatment in accordance with the Geneva Convention. And the content of prisoners of war Bring interpreters. Let me go, you terrorist bastard. This is extremely. they don't have a hole in the back to get the interpreter out, they probably have a primitive DNA structure. Hey wait a minute, there are holes, a little lower, get the apparatus ready.

Oh yes, a little Olivia please. Now tell me where are you from? name rank

she sleep here land what do you do on saturn arnestball sergeant earth Are translators installed correctly? Your mother is in pain. Everything should work correctly for children. Bring them when it's time for dinner, you two follow me.

hopelessly outdated Oh what is he talking about?

I've been following you since the first space probe reached Saturn. I know that water is a vital necessity for you, and you have a supply problem at the Let me introduce planet earth The earth is known as the Blue Planet 78 percent, consisting of water, this is an offer that you cannot refuse, fly to earth and we will discuss everything, I will be glad.

get everything out of this wretched ship and prepare my ship. They went out to stretch their legs, but recently they should have returned, it could be. what I don't want to listen to anyone accident How do you know a few days?

Go here. We have a great present for you. Google excellent, terrible testicular torture of our business, just imagine how dangerous this job It's getting easier and easier to do.

this is the last it will join the rest of their family in my I'm like a beautiful flower without beer, I shove I run What are you I think our prison is made of frozen metallic gas, it seems solid when crystallized, but under influence.

any balcony, the monkey is able to argue that let's rock and roll, guys. Wait the prison crumbles, Banzai. That's what interaction forward means. Come on, come on. They seem to be preparing for something, But why look at Our ship?

Destination planet earth ground operation suck ground board getting down to these barracks 3 and wait for the signal of the dictator to suck the ground strange sounds. Yeah Dictator is on his way to earth to start an invasion I guessed it was a state of Look at this giant vacuum cleaner if it hits the ground and give a signal it will mean the end of the world, we will put an end to it.

gave way boys time for boobies and beer. Look what I found is an audio visual based on their lives.

these are some customs of the earth interesting and then a small 14-minute Saturn mission

The sight glass must always be clean properly. hand brake

slope What's the matter? Boy, don't worry, go ahead, I myself I flew on planes of the brand Hercules acute This is normal for such missions. causes

Let them come closer

fire or just a warning shot shoots to kill. They are not here.

Give me better you know that Dogs snarl too Mr. 911, I've been in the dorm for three years playing the PlayStation Notice right in the eye, but they continue to fly. Give me the required data.

black hole

conflict Please come with me, we need to go out into outer space and attach explosives to their flying Are you crazy? Don't worry for an astronaut like. I haven't been in space before, I don't know how to fly a I realized it the day I saw you for the first time.

I have a great instinct and it didn't let me down. I can explain it all, you know, for whom alfart Fisher died because of friendly fire You hear me, these are I collected not just like that. Tell me what your reasons were. I created because I was in love. I understand, but this is the worst excuse, of course, was in love with

but i killed it all when i ate my medals i'm talking about true love, true, have you ever been madly in love absolutely That's how I feel about the season she was accepted into the Academy and I thought that I would also become an Just to be closer, but I failed all the tests. So I began to take and do the papers for the exams in order to impress her. No, not one idiot like you anymore in all Daniel and everything was great.

Then she found out that I was cheating on her and just flew off the coils. She said I'm a disgrace to the whole space program, she never understood me, and I didn't want to fly into space. I just wanted to be near him. To activate the bomb, press the red button.

Oh wow. Oh no, stop playing. So what is it that controls us?

typically

You are a real man. real genius

Oh no, Mr. Prime Minister, it will cost you a lot. I have already cut the item in the budget for pensioners Suzanne What manifestation is missing? Our ship their Earth is approaching unidentified flying, vehicle. I think it's time to protest when you as a citizen need to gather your strength and provide worthy protection against the Horn and generations. And we will be remembered.

complete submission what imagine we're talking about huge money here exporting exclusive rights to their technology your re-election tax cuts increasing the cost of insurance benefits. But you can't. discuss baby, leave these important things for men. It seems to me that we succeeded.

connections The atmosphere is right But we now exactly forgot to pay. if we want to save Denmark, we definitely need to find fuel. See the world. building visitors aliens

Welcome

I'm so excited. I want to inseminate every girl in the ass of every girl in your country. Give me your biggest machine. Oh yes oh yes.

Dear Danes Let's greet our guests from outer space they have come to discuss the future exchange of goods between our countries from all over the They chose Denmark because we have the best products. if we reach an agreement it will guarantee the future prosperity of our country.

It is not true. Aliens are hostile. They killed our astronauts, only with a view to the future of the proactive We can create prosperity for our country and let's not spoil such a beautiful moment with leftist statements in any case. Progress cannot be stopped. And those who will slow down progress will be read as traitors.

You're a fucking communist dirty whore, but then where are the people from the expedition to Saturn Welcome to earth. Get your translator ready. Attention it looks like some kind of installation. Look here.

Call our Father and sons.

Yaya Saint Peter and I can smell the Earth ship in here no time to chat santa claus we're We've run out of fuel. I don't know anything about it. Okay, let's go find out.

Paradise suits here.

Take off your shoes there is your dirt, it is not needed I need I need to talk to your senior. Hi guys. Do you want to walk through the garden underground water and everything And to wait in return, I need.

drinks kurta mai is made from greenland ice the only water wiped mayer When you destroy all water, it will become more valuable than gold, but Humans need to drink and they will drink my water. I already have a huge amount when it runs out all over the world.

Can't you do it?

won catalog

Forgive me. Are you Jesus No, I'm replacing him, my older brother is now on the ground and is trying to Just a strig wants to run everything again, but now we have a bad understanding. terribly sexually horny mutants

I am Satan. sex drugs and rock and roll From changed his marketing strategy.

instead of forgetting torment and punishment and before the slogan sex drugs and rock and We can't oppose anything. Let me go. Look let go Let me go and said. I don't want to die yet. I thought I would never see you again. Where were you first little friend my here is even worse than I said that I must return. They gave me a bunch of papers to sign. Oh no.

You are not dead, no. How did the UFO manage to escape. Let's find gasoline and get rid of these hippies. We don't have that kind of energy here. We only get by the wind, gracious You must help us Save the Earth earth, but that's where all our clients are. Perhaps a cast will help you.

What to do flying Calm down trust me. Unfortunately these guys need to go back. unfortunately these guys need to come back.

Good luck with that and you too. And where are you going? That is how far our strict policy has died? Everything back, there is no way, and that's I don't even go to church. What the heck Get the hell out of here.

There is fuel and now there is no autopilot, and our navigator deceived us. Delicious that's so heavy checked engine

I found Push start to earth then

are returning 20 times faster than normal Why do we need I already have a pain in my Perhaps there is information about our enemy, leave it.

Okay, boys, we're almost here.

reception is that you? I thought you died, how did you get back he helped us Great navigator.

arrived Yes, but we've got invaders on their way to us. brought the remote control with him, of course he uses the remote control. To control other ships, that's what he needs him for, if you get that remote, maybe we can stop him and the whole fleet. I will try, And we will hurry.

so it's about 5 o'clock, what are you doing here? Like mila leave her What are you saying, Is our world coming home? Why do you think I found and sent you all there, because you are idiots, and you are not good for anything, you are dealt with mine, I'd like to chat with you, but I have plans to devastate the land.

I thought you were done with them, they have no idea what they're up to. Let's press the pedal let's go.

Landing will be. Oh no, the fleet has been captured.

Why did I join this mission? I will never see my family again. I lost everything Damn Danes sandwich and beer and terrible You can't even beat the Swedes and your damn proverb, who the hell lives in a glass house and who needs a bird in his hands?

I will talk to my God epidemic look at the ground, I think it will be fine.

Get your fucking hands up in the air, motherfucker. I think it's the best place to put your equipment. This water belongs to all of It will collect you will have my water after that.

Well, ordinary people Then they'd better start saving. our radars are spotted, strong signals still the ships are approaching the whole army. So much to build a car we will not build anything. you will be slaves and work for us.

Let's figure out the places it's dangerous for people You are a European slut. Don't move bitch or I'll smack your head. Can we contact these morons, and zoo, why is this necessary? He went to my moon and this one, Come on, stop standing. We're heading for the We want to leave the aliens and we don't have time for This is not a European lover of the world.

While everything is going according to plan, we will be ready in exactly one day. You have 12 hours, the Danes don't know how to work faster their work ethic has changed over the centuries.

Wrong Now you're the main thing, you have 12 hours, of course. I start counting.

This is our new secret entry maneuver program, check it out.

remember where the hell is, this is your Danya There she is So, Here it is Yes, I'll see for myself. What the fuck, cool boobs, don't touch, nothing goes here. This is a report to the end of the world.

All over again, someone ran away from your friend. Betrayal on earth, and she was taken hostage, my friend, at least the problem is solved, the platform is destroyed and we will be Wait there, Suzanne, I have to do something. I have had one friend in my life. when we were

I could either save the mission or save the I chose Gerd if Gerd died, I would have no one left in my life. Nothing worked to have the whole problem. Gerd was killed with a 60 point shot, And I was demoted to sergeant colonel. I forgot the most important rule in the army is mission first. But this was my chance to make things But this is wrong. You went to rescue me into a black hole. It wasn't like that.

I remember what you were talking about, but now we need to stop Maya must be stopped. He said we were losers. So what?, we'll stand like this and watch while billions of people are dying, are we really not able to do anything, really, we survived only to end ingloriously like We are not Losers, we are we are representatives of Denmark throughout the universe we do not abandon our people for higher purposes.

I propose to vote democratically. This is complete nonsense. I know who he might be.

Mom I had to go with the others to see the aliens. It seems to me that you have arrived. And what do we do now? Let's see? I'm sure they can be destroyed by something They can get sick and die. We have everything left.

slower beer You see, beer, of course.

We didn't come back if she would

But how are you? it the car needs to be stopped as soon as possible. Where is the control room there guys? Take the people as far away from here as possible.

Stop kicking around Let's split up to drive with me. Stay here and fix the door.

Come on,

10 minutes left.

I'm going no.

Jamil I don't feel, but I don't die cold. You haven't become a real Tatyana yet. You haven't seen so much I'll introduce you to ida davidson try her sandwiches. Be a father to my children, little Jamil, and Jamila. Promise to talk to my wife. And her children. Okay okay, with everyone, wait, there are photos.

It's wonderful wonderful.

Well done. We need to stop this car. And what is written here? You need to insert a translator, you can take mine well, just hurry.

Well, what's going on with them?

Look what's happening there. This is great. They succeeded. That's the adventure you are. What are you doing, a nuclear warhead is coming? Need to clean up.

And you couldn't read it yourself. about it to me And I thought you were just clumsy not now all over again. Namy head.

jar I said that I only had one true friend, seems not now. Now on two legs, sometimes friends first, then together.

ok, three friends.

Didn't want such a desert, a princess like you to look at my Oasis as he rises a damn field respects traditions.

Let the prospect count when my cousin told me Where will we spend our honeymoon, I think we will start with the Milky Way And after that, by the stars.

I knew right away that something was wrong with them, so I decided to take energy resources away from the population as far as possible."

It was fun. lol. but still bad.

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monochromemedic · 3 years

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I had been stuck in the Dark World for who knows how long. The days didn’t seem to matter down here. No sun, no moon, just the vibrant green grid that coated the sky that would twitch and surge with occasional frequency. When I first got here, I fought hard to get back to the surface, to fight for any sense of normalcy, for home but after a while the dream began to fade. The options began to run dry when compared to the dangers that surrounded me. And so I settled. I survived. I searched for food, begged for shelter from kind Darkners. I did what I had to to live. The Queen was not an option. Whispers from Darkners told me how I was just what she was looking for, that would help her expand her reign to the Light World. As much as that would probably help me, I didn’t want to ruin the lives of others for the chance to see my family, as much as I missed them with every passing minute. The sound of bustling cars and the blinding lights of neon signs stung my senses, my palms pressing into my eyes to drown out what I could. Damn it this place never slept did it? There was always something, some sort of noise. Whatever bags I had under my eyes were probably made cartoonishly drastic with the lack of pure rest I was getting. ‘Supose it was better then being dead... My body felt heavy, and I knew I’d have to find a place to rest or I’d fall asleep mid crossing of a road and get run over by one of those goofy cars I’d seen. Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad... I recalled the time one of the car’s rear bumped into a fire hydrant (or at least I thought it was) and made a squeaking sound. The darkness of a certain alley called to me, the silence a sweet lullaby to the roaring around me. Was it dangerous? Oh yeah. Was it stupid? No shit. Was I going to do it? The shadows the engulfed me were perfect and if it wasn’t for the underlying stench of garbage it’d probably be ideal. Still beggars couldn’t be choosers and if tonight was good enough I would have to consider having this as my permanent sleeping spot. My back slid against the cool wall across from the dumpster, eyes half lidded as they read the advertisements littering above. Why the hell did the Queen have ads anyway, if she wanted she could monopolize any products she wanted... Despite the quiet I couldn’t shake the feeling that creeped down my spine. The presence of something other then myself around me. I tried to close my eyes, I was in the city after all. It’d be concerning if I didn’t feel like people were one second from crawling up my ass. Though I had to admit I didn’t expect to actually feel something begin to touch me. My eyes snapped open, elbow prodding into a blurry shape that yelped and tumbled backward, it’s grasp my on shoulder tearing a hole in my already worn shirt in the struggle. “Hey! What the hell?!” I barked, standing over the perpetrator. My shoulders slumped when I saw what looked to be a doll staring up at me with wide eyes, an over exaggerated smile permanently spread across it’s face. The creature’s jaw opened wider with a clack, it’s small body shooting upwards to stand on it’s small pointed feet. “WOAH WOAH WOAHAH- [Live worms]!” The darkner’s voice was deafeningly loud, a shrill tone that cut the air like newly sharpened blades. “ I THOUGHT YOU WERE [Roadkill]. NICE TO KNOW I WON’T BE [Sleeping with the fishes] T0NIGHT!!” Well he had a certain way of speaking that was obvious. What the hell was going on with him, he talked like he was constantly being cut of random clips of other people speaking. He talked like a youtube poop or any other shitpost that would randomly shove memes into them for a quick laugh. “You thought I was dead? I was just... I was... uh.” I looked around me, eyeing the dirt and debris. “I was... going to sleep... here.” Dammit, telling people I had to sleep in such ratty places were always a blow to the ego but I suppose it was better then saying ‘Oh I was just sitting down here to die’ The puppet shook his head and waltzed over to the dumpster, his small hand smacking the side with a sense of pride. “ [Finders keepers, losers weepers] HUMAN, YOU PICKED A GOOD SPOT. TOO BAD [so sadd] I GOT HERE FIRST. THOUGH FOR A DEAL I SUPPOSE I COULD [Share the love~]” “Got here first... what are you talking about?” The Darkner let out a laugh, distorted echoes filling the air as he leapt inside, a solitary hand popping out to beg me to come closer. This was a terrible idea, but despite my best judgement I followed, and witnessed what I could only describe to be a makeshift bed inside. The puppet laid on top of musty mats and raggedy rugs, a single stained pillow resting just beneath his head. My god was he living in here? The creature continued his laugh, lurching only a few inches away from my face. “ [Sweet deal] ISN’T IT? J3ALOUS, [baby]?” I shirked back, cheeks reddening at the tone of his last word. I was most defiantly not jealous, in fact I was filled with remorse, something his pride did not help with. “It’s... uh something. I guess this means I’ll have to find another alleyway um, sorry for bothering you-” “SPAMTON.” “What?” His hand shot out towards my chest, fingers wiggling for a handshake. “SP-SPA MTON G SPAMTON, [Number 1 rated salesmen 1997]” He announced, an extra flair of bravado laced his titled. His hand was surprisingly warm for what it was made of but nothing that would be described as body temperature. “Jenna. Also 1997.” “WHAT A YEAR. LISTEN LIGHT nER, I AM DEALSMAN [yes/no?]” “Um... y-yes? I don’t-” “THEN LET ME MAKE A DEAL YEAH? FOR ONLY [many] KROMER, YOU MAY STAY IN MY [Privately owned] ALLEY. IT’S A REAL [steal] YOU’RE ROBBING ME [deaf] HERE!” My brows furrowed as I searched his face for any context clues for what the hell he was trying to say. Kromer? What the fuck was ‘kromer’? The only thing I knew of currency down here was dark dollars not kromer... even if he did ask for dark dollars he didn’t name a price, he just said many. And the amount of dark dollars I had was zero. “Uh I don’t have kromer. I don’t even have dark dollars I’m kinda broke Spamton, in case you couldn’t tell from uh...” I trailed off realizing saying that sleeping in an alley wasn’t a very smart thing to say to someone who slept in an alley. He seemed surprised by my words, beginning to tug on my coat, flipping my pockets to see if I was really lying. I had to push his mitts off me a couple of times, to which he eventually got the idea the way his hands began to rub at his extended jaw. “NO KROMER... WHAT CAN YOU DO?” “What do you mean?” He seemed to sense my change in tone, his grin beginning to wobble nervously “[Whoopsie daisy!] LET ME START AGAIN. DO YOU HAVE A [trade]? A [skill] TO [Exchange for goods and services]?” he croaked. I eyed the ground, rubbing the back of my neck. What the hell was I good at again? “I mean, I can draw, I suppose...” “ARTIST? WOW OWOW!” Spamton’s face lit up before digging in the dumpster, pulling out a few napkins and a ball point pen and shoving them into my hands. “WHAT A [trade] TELL YOU WHAT. YOU DRAW A [one-of-a-kind masterpiece] AND YOU CAN STAY THE NIGHT!” “You’ll let me stay... if I draw something for you on this napkin. Am I getting that right?” The doll nodded feverishly, basically hovering over my shoulder as I played with the pen. This was certainly the weirdest way to pay someone that I could imagine... well no but one that was in the realm of reality. I had to ask Spamton to give me some space a few time, the feeling of his breath on my neck making me more then nervous as I drew. God he was like those kids in school that would ask for drawings but ten times worse with the amount of personal space he’d give you. Besides I needed something to draw and with nothing on the mind why not draw the most interesting thing in front of me. I held the finished doodle out to Spamton only to have it snatched out of my fingers so fast I swore we could have started a fire. “WOAH...” The puppet sank inside of the dumpster, his face softening as for once in what seemed like forever the alley way grew silent. “THIS IS... ME?” “Yeah. Sorry I didn’t know what to draw, you kind of put me on the spot. Besides everyone likes drawings of themselves right?” I shrugged, being pulled away from my thoughts by an overdramatic sniffle. Was he... crying? Not quite, just damn well close. Spamton’s shoulders quaked as a warm smile returned to his cheeks, slipping the napkin into his pocket with glee. “SO GOOD... THANK YOU.” “It’s really nothing, honestly that was a pretty shitty drawing.” “WHAT? YOU’RE [&#!^]ING ME! THAT WAS [BIG SHOT]” He was screaming again, hands gesturing wildly about. “It wasn’t but thank you. I wish I was better to be honest. I’m not very happy with my art, not at all.” I turned away from his gaze, unsure of why I was overcome by a choking sensation building my throat. Why the hell was I telling this stranger this sort of stuff anyway? I mean I could hazard a guess it was the fact that this was the longest conversation I had had with anyone since I had gotten down here but with how things were it could be some magic power the doll possessed to tell him my deepest darkest secrets. “YOU DON’T THINK THIS IS [Big?]” “No.” “WHY NOT?” “I don’t know. I just... I think it doesn’t look the way I want it to. Doesn’t look good to me, and I don’t know how to fix it. Which I guess is a little funny considering how long I’ve been drawing. Just keep... drawing and drawing and never improving, least not how I’d like. It’s just garbage to me.” Spamton’s face seemed to fall, his glasses fading to a dark inky black. “YOU FEEL? NO GOOD AT WHAT YOU DO? YOUR [passion]?” “Yeah.” A laugh ripped from his chest, his head lolling back with each chuckle. I felt my soul began to crack, a shame flooding my body with how hard he seemed to laugh. Did he find this funny? Humorous? I felt tears prick my eyes as I snapped my head back to glare at him, his head glitching back to stare back at me. “YOU’RE JUST LIKE ME, JENNA. A [slime] A REAL [slime]!” With a quick motion the puppet jumped to the ground, his hand resting against my arm as he spoke. “YOU’RE A REAL [BIG SHOT] YOU KNOW THAT? STAY AS LONG AS YOUR [Greasy little heart] DESIRES!” Well... that was unexpected. He’d really let me stay here as long as I want cause I was pathetic? Or did he just feel sorry for me? What was going on? And why was he calling me a slime... or us a slime? “Oh... uh thanks? I didn’t think I was being much of a big shot whatever that is but I apricate it. Really.” His head clacked with every little nod, leading me to a pile of cardboard boxes and patting them with the grace of a car salesman. “BEST [Seat in the house] ALL FOR YOU. [Night night forever]!” Spamton beamed, awkwardly swaying side to side before stumbling back to the dumpster a few inches away and crawling inside of it, much like a wild animal. I couldn’t help but laugh a little. This guy was weird. Kinda creepy but also kind of funny. I honestly couldn’t pinpoint a feeling on him but at least he didn’t want to hurt me just make weird ass deals and make me ‘big’. Did that mean famous? Was this guy so into my art he wanted to be some sort of manager? I rubbed my eyes and let out a yawn, the excitement of the day finally beginning to fade. God I forgot how tired I was, that little guy made me feel like I was gonna go into fight or flight. “Hey Spamton?” “YES?” his voice echoed from inside the metal container. “...Thank you.”

#self insert #spamton #vent #idk im just thinking #just wanted something to do

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dancingazaleas · 3 years

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𖨆. 06 / all for us

summary: you wake up in your room, and you can’t help but try again. even if you might meet a strange doctor and their assistant.

note: another dark chapter. please read the warnings.

taglist: @voltairelesecond @baelo80 @the-sun-baby @stupid-stinky @uniquepickle @ascybous @messyhairday-me @saturnalya @megumitodoroki @kouyume

word count: +2.5k

warnings/notes: cursing, mentions of self harm, mentions of suicide attempt, blood, suicidal thoughts, panic attack, suicide attempt, medical inaccuracies, a little graphic detail of glass being pulled from skin

YOU'RE disappointed whenever you awaken from your temporary slumber. you were sure that you were close to death with that blade on your vein, but it turns out you were wrong. well, that's what you think until you look at your arm.

each one of the cuts is stitched up neatly while the bandages trying to wrap around them are loose. you sit up while inspecting some of the bloodied bandages on your hand, must've been from whenever you broke the mirror.

you sigh sleepily, staring at the bedroom door in hopes that someone will come entertain you even just for a moment. luckily, your wish is granted whenever you watch erwin slip into the door silently.

he's trying to be silent, that much is obvious by how he's not wearing any shoes and instead socks along with him shutting the door gently. he turns to you, flinching at how your eyes bore into his head even as you lay down.

"you're awake it seems," he smiles and sits on the edge of the bed, large hand caressing your pale cheeks.

you start to sit up only to be fussed at by erwin, who softly shoves you back against the bed.

"how am i still alive," you stare into the ceiling.

"when you passed out, we managed to get ahold of our friend that's a doctor," of fucking course. of course they'd have a doctor friend, how the fuck else would they get roofies?!

"when can i get out of bed," you lay your hands on the collar around your neck.

"tomorrow, we didn't expect you to wake up today."

"how long have i been dead for?"

"an incorrect term to describe you, however you've been out for a day. our friend told us with your mental struggles it might take longer for you to wake up," he sighs and rolls his head while a gentle smile forms on his face.

"can you turn on a show for me? don't care what," you look to the ceiling fan.

"of course," erwin says in slight concern. he'd expected you to, at the least, shed some tears, whether it be from happiness or sadness. but you weren't reacting at all.

"you know.... when i was younger people didn't like me," you sigh, "but i was okay with it. as long as i didn't get hurt, i didn't care all that much."

"why are you telling me this?"

ignoring him, you let out a small and bitter chuckle, "when i got into high school, i made friends with a boy who had a twin brother. his name was marcel, he was so sweet and kind.

"he's dead now. it tore his brother apart, i'd never seen porco in that much pain before."

mistakenly, erwin ponders, "how did he pass?"

it's the first time you turn your head to stare at him with those dead fish eyes of your's. you looked almost sinister as you burned holes into erwin's head.

"suicide."

erwin left your room with stiff shoulders that night.

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two days later, you're standing to look at yourself in the bathroom mirror. you're surprised they didn't take the glass away from you, but you're sure it's for brushing your teeth or something.

as you stare at yourself, you allow your shoulders to shake as they hold up your arms leaning on the sink.

you wonder what your friends would say at seeing you like this. so desperate to get out that you're willing throw away everything you have just to get it.

there's an itch at the back of your mind, festering up against the walls over your brain.

'they'd think you look pathetic,' the itch, now a voice, whispers.

"porco wouldn't," you whimper. porco's been through this process before, he gets it, he understands. right?

'marcel died by his own hands in order to cleanse himself from his sadness. he'd look down upon you for comparing this to his case,' you squeeze your eyes shut and put your hands over your ears.

"pieck wouldn't. she's by my side forever," you sob.

'pieck fought with you before your disappearance. she called you a fuck-up. look at yourself, you'll find that she's right,' and with bated breath you look up.

you sob, shooting your arm back that's clenched into a fist. you punch the glass, which flies all onto your arm and hand. you storm out of your bathroom in fear, stumbling as you look at the stool used for your vanity.

you take it hastily, setting it up the ceiling fan and standing on it. with rushed movements, you wrap the chain connecting with the metal collar around the base of the fan. you step off of the stool, kicking it away with your foot while you choke.

you're starting to black out when you see levi run in with erwin, and you pray to the heavens that you'll wake up in hell.

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once again, you're disappointed. you whimper weakly while crying, you just wanted to die. you don't want to be trapped in here anymore, you just want to escape.

your throat burns. and before you can try to test your voice, someone's unlocking the door while letting out an almost wicked laugh.

the door swings open to reveal a person, who's long brown hair is pulled into a messy ponytail and wearing circled glasses on their face along with an eyepatch. behind them follows a much meeker man, one that's reprimanding their actions as they shout loudly in excitement at the realization that you're awake.

"moblit!! she's already awake," the person hoots to the man behind them, who you're going to assume is moblit.

"i can see that hanji! now, quiet down! you're probably scaring her," moblit scolds the person named hanji, who ignores the warnings.

"hello, my darling~! i'm your doctor, hanji zoë but feel free to call me hanji! do you have any recollection of what happened," they sing excitedly, shoving their face close to you.

you nod nervously, who the fuck was this person.

"i apologize for their behavior, they act almost as a dog," moblit emphasizes while pulling hanji away by their shoulder.

"we came to see if you sustained anymore damage onto your body besides your neck," he looks you over.

you hold up your hand, smeared with your dry blood. hanji gently takes it into their hands, frowning deeply at what they see.

"get my tweezers for me, moblit. she's still got some tiny pieces of glass in the wounds. i'm sure that's why you were hurting so bad before we came in, huh," hanji attaches a magnifying glass to their glasses while slipping on medical gloves. you'd just woken up, but you weren't gonna tell them that.

moblit hands them a tray along with tweezers, not to mention hydrogen peroxide.

"tisk tisk! that shorty and eyebrows really don't know how to put hydrogen peroxide in! losers," they cackle at the end, which has moblit slapping a hand down onto their shoulder.

"alright alright!" they smack it away, taking your hand—palm faced down—gently while adjusting their magnifying glass.

you scream as they start to pull out a piece of glass, not exactly expecting them to be either big or long. you sit up on your elbow to look, you don't exactly trust this person.

your scream has levi and erwin bursting in the door just as hanji pulls out a smaller piece of glass, that they had to dig a bit for and it made you cry.

"what'd you do?! what are you doing?!" levi bombards while erwin rushes to your side.

"well, i'm trying to concentrate on getting some of this glass out of her skin. unless you want it to get infected, i'm going to continue. it just hurts," hanji says in frustration, bringing your hand closer to their face.

"oh, thank god," erwin sighs in relief but immediately jumps at the sound of your teary shout.

"it's okay, you'll be okay," he reassures, wiping a tear away with his thumb.

bursting with slight anger and immense pain, you snap at him, "don't you think i know that?! it just hurts!!"

both erwin and levi look shocked at your outburst just as you hiss in pain again.

sighing, hanji looks at you, "okay, i saved this one for last since it'll be the most painful to get out."

"just get it over with," you sob, squeezing your free and bandaged hand into a fist.

you knew it was going to hurt, they'd just told you. however, you didn't realize that somehow a piece of glass managed to get stuck in the wound with one side of it being lunged under unharmed skin. it was like trying to get out one paper out of a stack.

you scream again, letting yourself fall onto your back again and swinging your arm over your eyes. biting your lip, you breathe heavy with shaky sobs.

"this is worse than giving birth," you cry.

"it's definitely comparable," hanji humors you while they poke at the glass.

it makes you chuckle a little, considering they're the one putting you through this.

whenever they pull the piece of glass out, it feels like an immense weight has been taken off you as you relax your body. you hiss at the hydrogen peroxide, but it's much better than the pulling of the glass. you reach up to your collar, only to realize that they've detached the chain connecting to it.

you're frustrated, even more so whenever hanji pulls away from you and acts like this is a totally normal occurrence. you're kidnapped for god's sake, shouldn't they be calling the police?

you let your eyes wander around the room, and when they set on levi, you tense. you scoot away from erwin, since he's on the same side of the bed as him, and place yourself at the edge of the bed.

"alright, we need to talk to you about some things," erwin brushes some of your hair behind your ear, completely ignoring your fear of levi.

"first things first, you can't be trusted alone," levi grunts and leans against the wall with his arms crossed.

"which means, you'll be spending time with levi during the day until i get home or if i request to see you," erwin cautiously and slowly says.

your eyes widen while they shoot between levi and erwin, absolute fear swarming your body.

"i only hit you whenever you disobey," he scoffs, "i believe pain is the best way to teach someone a lesson."

"he won't hurt you unless you give him a reason to," erwin tells you reassuringly. it doesn't work well.

"please, don't hurt me. i'll be good, just don't hurt me," you croak while looking to levi, who softens a bit at the statement.

"don't worry then," he nods, "now go back to sleep. i'm sure you're tired after all that screaming. you'll be with me at eight in the morning."

you nod, shakily grabbing ahold of the remote on your bed and turning your tv on. levi slips out of the room without a word while erwin stays back.

"good night, my love. get some rest," he whispers, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

you hum in response, scrolling through the selection of movies on the netflix account levi and erwin provided for you. you choose a rom-com movie, seeing as you don't actually plan on staying up just to watch it.

you turn onto your side and close your eyes.

and for the first time, you rest easy.

the next morning, levi leads you through the home by hooking his pinky with your's. you were slightly thankful at the gesture. he knew that you were nowhere ready to be fully touched by him and that you weren't allowed to leave his side.

you sit on the love seat in his office, shyly taking the tv remote from his hands when he offers.

"watch anything, just don't turn it up too loud," he sits at his chair with a sigh as you scroll through movies on hulu.

you choose the movie footloose while you get comfortable on the couch. you try to ignore the small shivers running up and down your body as you're not covered up with a blanket.

you glance over to one of the bookshelves levi has up against the wall, trying to find if levi had any good reads. but before you could read the titles printed on the spines, a certain book that poked out from behind the others caught your eye.

'memories' the fraying writing was a messy cursive on the spine, something you assume levi wrote.

you get yourself lost in thought while staring at the bookshelf. if the book was in levi's office and in levi's handwriting, that means it has to be a scrapbook. and that it's levi's.

your eyes shine at the realization, but you try not to let it show. you'll wait for levi to get the two of you lunch before you'll look at it.

and so, you wait with patience. it seems so grueling as the time passes and you switch from movie to movie, but you hope it'll be worth it in the end. you hope that it explains why levi is the way he is.

"i'm going to make our lunch. the door's lock behind me since it's a keypad. stay put," levi says with slight annoyance, walking out of the room grumpily.

at the sound of the door locking, you jump to your feet and race to the bookshelf. you carefully pull the book out of its place, immediately flipping it open to the first page.

and there levi was, in all of his glory. levi was a baby in the photo, closed eyes and a peaceful look on his face as he curled into himself.

turning the page, you almost gasp at the image you see. levi's being fed by a gorgeous woman, who you can only assume is his mother. the next picture on the page shows levi wearing raggedy clothes with greasy hair shining in the sun as he crouched to hold stare disgustedly at a bug on his finger.

it made you giggle, but the next photo made you frown. levi, who looked to be at the age of five, was standing next to an older man with a casket behind them. you look at the note written under it.

'mom's funeral,' it reads, and you feel an immense amount of pity.

the next picture is a picture of levi at the age of seven standing in front of a beat up school with dirty and ripped clothing. his hair is long enough to be a mullet in this and his body looks so frail compared to now. levi's face shows not a hint of emotion, instead his eyes stare right through the camera and back at your's.

you jump whenever a book on the shelf falls onto its side. you hiss while rushing to put it back up, and as soon as you do, one from the top shelf falls onto the ground somehow. you hurriedly grab it and reach up to it on your tip toes, but you're barely able to reach.

you curse while you use the bottom of the bookshelf as a stool, not even realizing just how old this thing seemed and how much you weighed.

you sigh in relief whenever it doesn't fall down, it only wobbles a little as you step back onto the ground. you go to put the scrapbook away, but you notice that the stand hasn't stopped wobbling. it wobbles almost hauntingly back and forth, and that's when you realize it's going to fall on top of you.

you gasp while dashing to the floor while you slide out of the way, not even realizing that the scrapbook was being bricked by your arms holding it to your chest.

you cringe at the loud bang it makes as it falls, but the cringe turns to fear whenever you hear the pounding footsteps of levi.

you can't get up on your feet quick enough as he bursts through the door. his eyes dart to you on the floor and then back to the fallen bookshelf.

"what did you fucking do?! are you that stupid?!!" this has to be the loudest you've ever heard levi speak, and it makes you nervous.

tears well up in your eyes as you stare at him, completely petrified at how you might be beaten once more.

you hope levi spares you, just this once.

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collecting-stories · 4 years

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Marks - John B Routledge

Request: Hi would you be able to write something about John b (outer banks) were the reader and him have been secretly seeing each other and one day they are all one the boat and she's wearing one of his shirts over a bikini and the others see the marks???? Love your work btw and sorry if this makes no sense and it OK if you can do it and thank you 💛🌻🌼

A/N: So I hope this is what you wanted?? I like how it turned out.

Outer Banks Masterlist

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No one knew where the unofficial rule of Pogue life in the Outer Banks had come from but you all agreed that it felt like it had been around forever. Was it something Kiara made up in seventh grade when boy/girl parties meant more pressure to kiss whoever the cutest person in the room was? Was it something someone else made up that was overheard and adopted? Had it been around for a long time? It was hard to say, all you did know was that the rule was the rule, no Pogue-on-Pogue macking, and the rule was sacred. It hadn’t been transcribed in stone by a burning bush but it might as well have been the way that everyone talked about it. Some people broke the rule but never your group.

You’d kissed tourons, a odd kook once at a party that you never spoke of again for fear of retribution, but never a Pogue. It was a stupid rule, honestly, but it’d helped you not make terrible decisions. Like when you and JJ got so high in ninth grade that you almost kissed him. But even in the haze the rule was the rule and you didn’t break it.

“How am I supposed to get a boyfriend when the guys I’m allowed to like leave after two weeks?” You questioned, laying on the end of the HMS Pogue. It was this very conversation that had changed your opinion of the rule. Before that afternoon you followed like it was written law and you were afraid of burning in hell for breaking it.

But as you turned your head to the side to look over at your friends, at John B steering the boat through the marsh, it suddenly occurred to you that your question wasn’t a vague observation but rather a specific wanting. You didn’t want any guy to be your boyfriend, you wanted John B. You must’ve looked at him a thousand times in your life, you’d known him through bad haircuts, the summer before high school when his face broke out, the year he only wore stupid graphic tee’s from five below, and ill attempted bucket hat phase. All the unpleasant, unattractive moments in life that were supposed to deter you from even thinking about him that way didn’t seem to matter when you gazed at him across the boat. Tanned, unruly hair getting a little close to too long, some ridiculous Hawaiian shirt that he had the inability to button correctly.

“I’ll be your boyfriend.” Pope offered, handing you a beer.

You sat up to drink and gave him a skeptical look, “you going somewhere I don’t know about?”

“No Pogue on Pogue macking,” Kiara piped up like she was the spokesperson for it.

“Oh my god; I know!” You groaned and Pope laughed, “why do you think I’m in this dilemma?”

“You could date a kook,” JJ teased.

“Fuck you JJ.”

“Just mack on some Pogue we don’t know,” John B suggested. You looked over at him and took a long gulp of your beer, if he only knew.

“You know everyone,” Kiara pointed out.

“See, Kie understands my dilemma.”

“Actually, I kinda prefer not being tied down.” Kiara replied.

“Okay, archaic...I’m not trying to be someone’s property or something but it’d be kinda nice to have someone ya know? To not have to flirt with rando tourists all summer.” You complained. It was a legitimate problem.

“Sure. I hear that.” Pope agreed.

When everyone else had dispersed for the night, Pope back to his house, Kie to the Wreck, JJ to sleep in the hammock outside the Chateau, you and John B sat on the couch watching a movie on your laptop. You had your head on his shoulder and he was slumped against the cushions, far too quiet for a movie about a mega shark attacking people. He hadn’t said much else after your discussion about dating had died down. John B talked the talk, he flirted easily with tourons at parties but you never knew him to really be with anyone. You couldn’t remember a time when he’d ever called someone his girlfriend but you also didn’t know him to be the type to have random hookups.

“You’re so quiet.” You observed, “we haven’t even ragged on the stupid CGI.”

“The CGI is stupid.” John B said, tilting his head to look at you and smiling.

“Loser.” You shook your head. You wanted to tell him, you had decided on the boat that you had to. If he wasn’t interested in you, if the idea of dating one of his best friends freaked him out that was fine, you could be friends and move on. But if you just thought about it, obsessed over it, you would make it awkward. It would never be normal between the two of you because all you would focus on would be the what-ifs.

John B shrugged.

“Hey John B, can I ask you something?” You sat up, shifting away so that you could look at him.

“You just did.”

“Okay dad,” you rolled your eyes at him when he smiled.

“What’s up?” He asked, turning to face you, movie forgotten. The mega shark could eat whoever he wanted, John was focused on you and that was better than a movie.

You were never sure how these things worked. Did you say that you liked him and you wanted to be in a relationship with him? Did you tell him you wanted to kiss him? How did you say okay to him when he inevitability said he wasn’t interested? He probably liked someone else. Sure, you had never seen him with anyone but that didn’t mean he didn’t like someone else...maybe Kie, everyone liked her. And if he did you couldn’t be mad about that.

“Hey, E.T., phone home.” John B teased, waving a hand in front of your face.

You laughed and grabbed his wrist, “sorry.” You moved his hand to your lap and held it there, taking a deep breath. You could do this. This was John B, best friend, dork, treasure hunter. You talked to him about everything, you could talk to him about this. “The thing is-” You leaned forward, getting a rush of adrenaline as you closed your eyes and pressed your lips against his.

John B’s eyes went wide as he sat there, his brain working overtime to catch up with what was happening. His free hand gripped the back of the couch as he leaned more into the kiss. When you’d mentioned wanting to date someone, he never imagined that you could be thinking about him. You’d been friends for a long time but that didn’t erase the fact that you were attractive. He’d never do anything that you didn’t want but there were plenty of times when he stared a little too long or hugged you a little too long. He was sure JJ and Pope had too, it wasn’t anything unusual for a group so close to have crushes on each other but he couldn’t even wrap his mind around the two of you.

As the kiss deepened you let go of his hand to hold onto his shoulders, shifting yourself to straddle his lap. John B wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you against him completely as he laid back on the couch, the sudden motion making you yelp a little.

“Oh my god, JB!” You laughed; foreheads pressed together as you laid there on top of him.

“So uh, definitely broke a rule or two,” he joked. He watched as you sat up in his lap.

That was two weeks ago and in that time you and John B had almost perfected your ability to sneak around. Though no amount of perfectly crafted excuses, late nights at the Chateau without your friends, or actively pretending you were interested in other people when you were at a party could have helped you avoid the most obvious clue that one of you might be fooling around behind the group’s back.

You were on the HMS Pogue with the others, sitting cross-legged at the front with JJ smoking while Kiara and Pope swam. It would be dusk soon and the air was getting colder this far out. You would have just put your shorts and shirt back on but JJ had thrown you in the water earlier, fully dressed, and now you sat there, cold, with your wet clothes hanging over the side of the boat.

“Just give me your t-shirt.” You begged. You’d been asking JJ for his shirt to keep you warm for the last ten minutes.

“No. Then I’ll be cold.”

“So much for chivalry.”

“I’m sorry,” Pope called, “is your complaint that JJ isn’t chivalrous?”

“Yeah you’re right, my bad.” You stuck your tongue out at JJ and he smiled in return. John B was at the wheel, wearing your favorite of his numerous Hawaiian shirts. The one with the girls surfing. “Hey John B!” You called, leaning toward him and smiling.

“Yes?” John asked, smirking at you and raising an eyebrow in question.

“Can I have your shirt? JJ’s a douche and won’t give me his.”

“You’re such a baby.” JJ laughed.

“I guess I can spare it.” John replied, unbuttoning the only two buttons he’d done up and slipping the shirt off. You smiled, holding your hand out to him to accept the shirt.

Once he handed it over he walked back to the wheel, JJ sliding his sunglasses down his nose dramatically and letting out a low whistle. “Hot damn John B, didn’t know you liked it so rough.”

“What?” John whipped around, looking at JJ questioningly. The other boy slipped his sunglasses into his necklace and signed toward John B.

“You have, uh, scratches...on your back.” You supplied. JJ was still smirking.

“Wait what?” The commotion had caught Kiara and Pope’s attention, both swimming over to the boat and climbing in.

John’s eyes shot instinctively over at you and you looked away as he reached back and felt the slightly raised welts on his back from the previous night. None of the other pogues had stuck around last night, leaving you and John B in the Chateau alone.

JJ was watching your behavior and, when you turned away from him, noticed something off. “Hey Kie, hand me a water?”

“Seriously JJ?” She tossed the water at him as Pope followed up his “wait what” with twenty other questions. Who was it? When did you meet them? How long have you known them? Where they a pogue, a touron, worse? A kook?

JJ, meanwhile, spilled some water on his fingers and reached over, rubbing your neck without warning, “what the fuck JJ!” You shouted, jumping to your feet and moving away from him.

“Think I can answer your who Pope, unless that’s a coincidence.” He joked, pointing to the newly revealed hickey on your neck. You’d covered it with bronzer and foundation that morning but hours in the sun had sweat some of the makeup off and JJ had rubbed the rest.

“Oh my god!” Kiara grabbed your arm, turning you to look at the mark, “oh my god! For christ sake, we have a rule.”

“It’s a fucking stupid rule Kie and you know it.” John cut in immediately.

“Can’t argue with that.” JJ announced.

“Shut up Jay, you aren’t helping.”

“Guys...why didn’t you just tell us?” Pope asked.

“Cause I knew exactly how Kie would react.”

“We have a rule for a reason! What happens when you break up and then shit is awkward because we have to choose who to be friends with?” She argued.

“We aren’t gonna break up.” You insisted.

“You don’t know that, all summer you’ve been ‘I just want a boyfriend to mack on, it doesn’t have to be serious’ and so what? Some tourist won’t do because two weeks is too short but you and John B are gonna hook up? Until when?”

“Whoa, don’t turn on me!” You snapped.

“She’s got a point...not just you,” JJ quickly clarified. “But both of you...what happens when you get sick of whatever this is?”

“I’m not getting sick of anything and we’re not just hooking up for the summer Kie,” John B said, looking between his friends.

“You say that-”

“I love her.” He cut in. Turning to look at you he continued, “I love you, not exactly how I imagined telling you but...I love you.”

You bit your lip as you smiled, “I love you too.” You had known that first day on John B’s couch that there was no way the feelings you had for him could be contained to a random hookup. You weren't just dating for the summer to break up, this was something real. Something serious.

“Good, now I’m turning this fucking boat around and all of you can go the fuck home.”

“You’re kicking us off the boat cause Kie threw a tantrum.”

“I did not throw a tantrum JJ!” Kiara said, smacking his arm.

“You kinda did.”

“I’m not kicking you off the boat cause you threw a tantrum-”

“I didn’t throw a tantrum!” She laughed this time as she cut John B off.

“I’m dropping you off cause you definitely don’t wanna be around for the next couple of hours.” John B announced, glancing over at you and winking.

“Oh my god!” Pope groaned, “can you guys not talk about it.”

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defenderrosetyler · 3 years

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Short Straw

Prompt from @flamencodiva : “Right, who’s drawn the short straw this time?”

Beta: @wonder-cole

A/N: I love Gen, and I love the couple that she and Jared make, but this is a pure act of fiction and they are not together for the purpose of this fic!!

A/N 2: The song in this fic is Burn it to the Ground from Nickleback.

“Come on Y/N, just go over and talk to him! He’s cute, and attractive, he may even buy you a drink,” one of her friends pestered her. Y/N rolled her eyes as she tugged at her ponytail and tightened it. She’d been keeping her hair pulled back a lot during the Texas heat. She and her friends had been called out to Texas to be extras in the new reboot of Walker the TV show with the one and only Jared Padalecki. Jared was attractive in his previous role of Sam Winchester in Supernatural. For his new role as Cordell Walker, the widowed Texas Ranger? Damn he looked smokin “Drawing of sticks?” Y/N asked.

Out of the three friends gathered extra straws they had asked for and each took their own, before revealing who had the shorter of the two…. “Right, who’s drawn the short straw this time?” One of the friends said before Y/N’s face lit up bright red. The other two girls giggled, moving to push Y/N towards where Jared had been hiding and not recognized much by the fans in the area. The western cowboy hat was helping conceal who he was. Most Texans had a cowboy hat in this area anyway, so hardly anyone noticed.

Gathering her courage, Y/N grabbed her own brown western hat, swallowed the lump in her throat, walking over toward Jared’s tall shadow. She politely tapped him on the shoulder and he turned and y/c/e met Jareds and Y/n felt whatever words she was going to say to him fall right at the tip of her tongue. His eyes were beautiful, they reminded Y/N of a mosaic, each sliver of his iris a different color - blue, green, gold, brown.

“Let me guess, you were the loser of rock paper scissors.” Jared says seeing Y/N in stunned shock and amazement and knew this was common when fangirls approached him. Blinking as she registered what he’d said to her, Y/N nodded embarrassed as her cheeks flushed a bright red color.

“Is it that obvious?” Jared nodded with a chuckle.

Of course Jared knew this game. He and former co-star Jensen Ackles, did this all the time; well, in character anyway. Jared and Jensen, aka Sam and Dean Winchester, always won their arguments over a game of rock paper scissors. To which Sam was usually the winner, only on a few rare occasions did the younger brother let the elder win.

Y/N let out a breath, hearing him laugh, so she wasn’t making a total fool of herself anyway. That was good at least. Rubbing the back of her neck, Y/N tried to feel less awkward. “Can I buy you a drink?” “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” Jared says, his tone could almost be taken as a flirt. “How about this, I buy you a drink, and you owe me a dance out on the floor?”

It was a compromise. One all y/n could do in response is nod. She did have a drink at her table, but she wasn’t about to turn Jared down. After looking at Y/N for what seemed like forever, he smiled, placing her order to the bartender. Placed in Y/N’s hand was a jack and coke. Something simple, yet not too strong for her; Thank goodness there were such services like Uber and a taxi that could take her home if she needed it. She sure as hell wasn’t driving after all the alcohol in her system. “So, what brings you to Texas?’ Jared asks, trying to start a normal conversation with Y/N.

After the first round of drinks were completed, Jared held out his hand for her, leaving the woman to blink as she heard the guitar of a song kicked on followed by its bass. Y/N paled. “Jare, no.”

Jared laughed as he kept pulling Y/N to the dance floor where there was a group gathering to dance with the tune. She’d had enough drinks in her to definitely not be coordinated enough for this. Having looked up the song when she was on her way down, and the dance, Y/N knew she was in a world of trouble.

Well, it's midnight, damn right

We're wound up too tight

Wasn’t that the truth, it wasn’t midnight, but it was damn near close…. Y/N watched the steps for the first round and tried to talk it aloud to herself. Jared was already in the line and kicking up his leg and clearly having fun.

We're going off tonight

To kick out every light

Take anything we want

Drink everything in sight

We're going till the world stops turning

While we burn it to the ground tonight

Y/N took a deep breath and moved in step with the crowd. The steps weren’t difficult per say, but it wasn’t the easiest thing to do. Thank God her boots weren’t terribly high heeled. Her eyes widened when it came to the kicking portion of the dance, and Jared’s leg went as high as his collar bone. When Y/N tried, all she could do was kick as high as her hips.

The more turns performed, the more Y/N started to let loose around Jared. On one of the turns, Y/N lost her footing and ended up tripping into the taller man's arms, his muscles holding her to his chest. As he helped her stand, Jared’s lips inched toward hers, pressing against hers gently.

The house door slammed as Y/N was pinned against it. She and Jared had shared a few soft kisses in the cab seat of the Uber they’d ordered, using Jared’s card, as much as Y/N had insisted she pay, since he’d bought most of their drinks. Y/N’s panties were soaked, and she hoped Jared knew it. The man had run his hands up to her legs and had stopped at her knees. Damn her for not wearing a skirt. Then again, with that leg kicking, flashing underwear would not have been the smartest choice.

“Jared,” Y/N gasped and moaned. Jared’s kisses were down her neck and nipping at the flesh of her collar bone, his cock hard against his jeans and clearly he needed attention too. “Shh,” he whispered, kissing her, pulling Y/N with him towards the bedroom. While walking, Y/N tried to tug at his shirt, how the hell did he manage to keep that hat on? Oh that's right, he wore button down shirts. The button down shirt was torn open, buttons flying across the wood floor, causing Y/N to giggle.

Jared sits Y/N down on the bed and makes quick removal of her jeans and her black lacy thong, all in one movement. “Hold on tight baby girl.” Jared says as his Cordell Walker accent kicked in and it took all Y/N had in her to not cum on the spot with his words

Before Y/N could let out her next breath, Jared had her legs over his shoulders, his mouth mere inches away from her pussy, blowing warm air just across her sensitive clit. Goosebumps prickled Y/N’s flesh, causing her to shiver, causing Jared to smirk at her. Moans filled the bedroom as Jared continued to work her clit. “You like that don’t you, you little whore” he says. Fingers curled inside Y/N, looking for that ultimate sweet spot inside her, the spot that would leave her cumming all over his fingers and possibly making a mess of his bedding. Oh well, it needed to be washed anyway.

“Jared, please, don’t be a tease.” Y/N begged, toes curling, back arched up as she let out a breath and came over his fingers. She hadn’t gotten a chance to warn him that she was about to be sent into her orgasm, which Jared seemed to be pleased with judging by the hot ass smirk on his face.

“I never said I wasn’t going to be a tease baby girl,” Jared smirked as he took his mouth and began to kiss her wet pussy lips. Y/N moaned, gripping and tugging at his flesh. He’d chosen to keep the cowboy hat he'd worn at the bar after removing his shirt and damn, could he look more like a country god? Jared’s kisses were slow and gentle, Y/N didn’t mind slow and gentle. What she really wanted was that hot kind of sex you see in the movies.

“Jared, Oh fuck.” Y/N gasped as he brushed her sensitive clit, his tongue swirled inside her trembling walls as she shook as she came against Jared. Moans left her mouth as a half chant and her panting breath. The taller man didn’t give Y/N a chance to fully ride out her orgasm before shifting his position, his cock hovering at her entrance. There was a moment of him rubbing his rock hard cock against her juices. He let out a moan as he eased inside her, pushing all the way inside her till his hips were pressed against her.

“You like that don’t you, you little cock slut. You knew where the shorter straw was, you knew you wanted me to take you here and fuck you in my bed and make you scream my name didn’t you?” Jared pants in her ear, tugging at her ear lobe, “You just wanted to be my little whore didn’t you?” Y/N was in a state of bliss, wanting to reply to him. Was he a ‘Sir’ kind of man? Or was he a ‘Daddy?’ There were so many kinks running through her head she didn’t know what to think. He was hitting places inside her she’d never had a man hit before. Then again, Jared Padalecki was a lot thicker and larger than any man she’d slept with. Jared’s movements were as smooth as a choreographed dance. Y/N wrapped her legs around his hips. Attempting if it was possible to send him even deeper inside her. “That's right baby, take all of my cock,” He grunted with each thrust, panting as he pushed himself to the edge. Truth be told, Jared had been rock hard seeing her walk into the bar hours earlier. Y/N’s jeans hugged the curves of her hips, ass, her whole body perfectly. The top she’d worn was low cut, it was clear she hadn’t been wearing a bra, could have worn one but with the size of her breasts? She had every right to show them off.

The bedroom was filled with moans and groans from both parties occupying the bed. Cries of Jared’s name as Y/N worked through each orgasm. Positions changed every so often, Jared even asked her to ride his cock cowgirl style, to which Y/N had no problem taking his hat and smirked as if she’d been riding a mechanical bull at the bar. Jared’s cock twitched inside her as he was nearing his own orgasm, wanting to paint her walls with his white hot cum he’d been holding back for what seemed almost too long.

Jared had nearly came in her mouth as she’d sucked him off. On her knees in between his legs, her pussy soaked from the orgasm he’d given her before they shifted to Jared receiving a blowjob. Jared was intent on pushing Y/N as far as she was able to, but she looked like she could swallow his entire length. He’d pushed gently to allow her time to adjust to his size, but holy fuck when she had the ability to push past her gag reflex? Damn it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.

“You gonna cum for me Cowboy?” Y/N smirked as she noticed Jared’s change in rhythm. He was slamming a lot harder now and yet it was slower for a few minutes before resuming the pounding of her pussy. “Where do you want me, you little slut? Want me to cum in this little pussy and let my cum run down your leg so people know you were just fucked?” Jared pants. All Y/N could do was nod, rubbing her over sensitive clit as she’d cried out his name and pulled his mouth to hers as he cried out her name, warm ropes of hot cum exploded from the tip of his cock. As promised, as Jared slowly pulled back, white cum slowly eased out of her pussy, Y/N tried desperately to keep all of it inside her. His cum was so warm, it made her feel giddy inside.

Jared moved to collapse on the bed, his breath heaving as he attempted to catch his breath. Both of their bodies were covered in sweat. Once able to move, Y/N moved to spoon herself into Jared’s arms.

“Best sex we’ve had in a while,” Jared says with a smirk.

“Agreed, stranger foreplay made it more fun. I actually was glad I didn’t wear a dress, if I flashed my pussy to anyone else, you’d have gotten jealous and started a brawl then where would we be?” Jared chuckled and kissed her head, brushing away her sweat soaked hair.

“Once we’re able to move, I’m making you a large ass breakfast.”

Jared leaned up to look down at Y/N, “Is that before or after I ask you to marry me?”

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Glee Soundtrack Rating Project Results: mallosoar

@mallosoar

Favourite character: Quinn Fabray

Least favourite character: Will Schuester

Favourite season: Season 1

Least favourite season: Season 5

Mean song rating: 6.29

Mean song rating for favourite character's songs: 8.19

Mean song rating for favourite character's solos: 9.4

Mean song rating season 1: 6.54

Mean song rating season 2: 6.47

Mean song rating season 3: 6.07

Mean song rating season 4: 5.67

Mean song rating season 5: 6.08

Mean song rating season 6: 8.29

Songs rated: 450

[ID: A bar chart titled Number of songs assigned each rating by mallosoar, illustrating the number of times each score was assigned to a song by mallosoar. 10 was assigned 28 times, 9 was assigned 45 times, 8 was assigned 72 times, 7 was assigned 50 times, 6 was assigned 101 times, 5 was assigned 66 times, 4 was assigned 49 times, 3 was assigned 18 times, 2 was assigned 13 times, 1 was assigned 8 times, and 252 songs were not rated.]

About the Project | Results Masterpost

Ranking:

1. (10) - S1x03 - Bust Your Windows

2. (10) - S1x05 - Last Name

3. (10) - S1x06 - It's My Life/Confessions Part II

4. (10) - S1x07 - You Keep Me Hanging On

5. (10) - S1x15 - 4 Minutes

6. (10) - S1x17 - Run Joey Run

7. (10) - S1x18 - The Boy Is Mine

8. (10) - S1x18 - Lady Is a Tramp

9. (10) - S1x20 - Bad Romance

10. (10) - S2x05 - Time Warp

11. (10) - S2x06 - Stop! In the Name of Love/Free Your Mind

12. (10) - S2x06 - Start Me Up/Livin' on a Prayer

13. (10) - S2x07 - Singing In the Rain/Umbrella

14. (10) - S2x09 - Dog Days Are Over

15. (10) - S2x09 - Valerie

16. (10) - S2x11 - Thriller/Heads Will Roll

17. (10) - S2x11 - Need You Now

18. (10) - S2x14 - Blame It (On the Alcohol)

19. (10) - S2x18 - I Feel Pretty/Unpretty

20. (10) - S2x19 - Songbird

21. (10) - S3x11 - Never Can Say Goodbye

22. (10) - S3x13 - Stereo Hearts

23. (10) - S3x13 - Cherish/Cherish

24. (10) - S3x18 - Shake It Out

25. (10) - S4x01 - Chasing Pavements

26. (10) - S5x03 - If I Die Young

27. (10) - S5x12 - Toxic

28. (10) - S6x02 - Mustang Sally

29. (9) - S1x01 - Don't Stop Believing (Pilot)

30. (9) - S1x02 - I Say a Little Prayer

31. (9) - S1x02 - Take a Bow

32. (9) - S1x05 - Alone

33. (9) - S1x05 - Somebody to Love

34. (9) - S1x08 - Sweet Caroline

35. (9) - S1x11 - Papa Don't Preach

36. (9) - S1x14 - Hello, I Love You

37. (9) - S1x14 - Gives You Hell

38. (9) - S1x15 - Like a Virgin

39. (9) - S1x15 - Express Yourself

40. (9) - S1x15 - Borderline/Open Your Heart

41. (9) - S1x18 - Jessie's Girl

42. (9) - S1x20 - Beth

43. (9) - S1x21 - It's a Man's Man's Man's World

44. (9) - S1x22 - Bohemian Rhapsody

45. (9) - S2x01 - Empire State of Mind

46. (9) - S2x03 - Losing My Religion

47. (9) - S2x03 - Only the Good Die Young

48. (9) - S2x04 - River Deep, Mountain High

49. (9) - S2x04 - Lucky

50. (9) - S2x04 - Sing!

51. (9) - S2x14 - Tik Tok

52. (9) - S2x15 - Afternoon Delight

53. (9) - S2x15 - Landslide

54. (9) - S2x21 - Back to Black

55. (9) - S2x22 - Yeah!

56. (9) - S2x22 - I Love New York/New York, New York

57. (9) - S3x04 - Candyman

58. (9) - S3x05 - America

59. (9) - S3x11 - Smooth Criminal

60. (9) - S3x12 - La Isla Bonita

61. (9) - S3x15 - I'm Still Standing

62. (9) - S3x17 - How Will I Know

63. (9) - S3x18 - Cell Block Tango

64. (9) - S3x19 - Take My Breath Away

65. (9) - S3x21 - Paradise By the Dashboard Light

66. (9) - S4x04 - The Scientist

67. (9) - S4x04 - Mine

68. (9) - S4x05 - Everybody Talks

69. (9) - S4x12 - A Thousand Years

70. (9) - S4x13 - Girl On Fire

71. (9) - S5x12 - Keep Holding On

72. (9) - S5x13 - Just Give Me a Reason

73. (9) - S6x12 - I Kissed a Girl

74. (8) - S1x02 - Gold Digger

75. (8) - S1x06 - Halo/Walking On Sunshine

76. (8) - S1x07 - Keep Holding On

77. (8) - S1x11 - Hair/Crazy In Love

78. (8) - S1x13 - And I Am Telling You I'm Not Going

79. (8) - S1x13 - My Life Would Suck Without You

80. (8) - S1x15 - Like a Prayer

81. (8) - S1x16 - Beautiful

82. (8) - S1x19 - Dream On

83. (8) - S1x20 - Shout It Out Loud

84. (8) - S1x22 - Don't Stop Believing (Regionals)

85. (8) - S1x22 - Any Way You Want It/Lovin' Touchin' Squeezin'

86. (8) - S2x02 - Stronger

87. (8) - S2x03 - Bridge Over Troubled Water

88. (8) - S2x04 - Don't Go Breaking My Heart

89. (8) - S2x04 - With You I'm Born Again

90. (8) - S2x06 - Teenage Dream

91. (8) - S2x07 - Forget You

92. (8) - S2x09 - (I've Had) The Time of My Life

93. (8) - S2x10 - Baby, It's Cold Outside

94. (8) - S2x11 - Bills, Bills, Bills

95. (8) - S2x11 - She's Not There

96. (8) - S2x12 - Fat Bottomed Girls

97. (8) - S2x13 - Sing

98. (8) - S2x15 - Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah)

99. (8) - S2x16 - Misery

100. (8) - S2x16 - Big Ass Heart

101. (8) - S2x17 - Turning Tables

102. (8) - S2x18 - Born This Way

103. (8) - S2x19 - I Don't Want to Know

104. (8) - S2x19 - Go Your Own Way

105. (8) - S2x20 - Jar of Hearts

106. (8) - S2x20 - Rolling in the Deep

107. (8) - S2x22 - My Cup

108. (8) - S3x01 - It's Not Unusual

109. (8) - S3x01 - Anything Goes/Anything You Can Do

110. (8) - S3x01 - You Can't Stop the Beat

111. (8) - S3x03 - Run the World (Girls)

112. (8) - S3x03 - Fix You

113. (8) - S3x04 - Last Friday Night

114. (8) - S3x05 - Tonight

115. (8) - S3x06 - I Can't Go for That/You Make My Dreams Come True

116. (8) - S3x06 - Hit Me with Your Best Shot/One Way or Another

117. (8) - S3x06 - Rumour Has It/Someone Like You

118. (8) - S3x06 - Hot for Teacher

119. (8) - S3x07 - I'm the Only One

120. (8) - S3x08 - We Are Young

121. (8) - S3x08 - ABC

122. (8) - S3x10 - Summer Nights

123. (8) - S3x11 - Bad

124. (8) - S3x12 - Bamboleo/Hero

125. (8) - S3x13 - Love Shack

126. (8) - S3x13 - I Will Always Love You

127. (8) - S3x13 - L-O-V-E

128. (8) - S3x14 - Fly/I Believe I Can Fly

129. (8) - S3x14 - Here's to Us

130. (8) - S3x14 - Stronger (What Doesn't Kill You)

131. (8) - S3x16 - If I Can't Have You

132. (8) - S3x17 - Saving All My Love For You

133. (8) - S3x18 - School's Out

134. (8) - S3x19 - Love You Like a Love Song

135. (8) - S3x21 - Edge of Glory

136. (8) - S3x22 - You Get What You Give

137. (8) - S3x22 - Glory Days

138. (8) - S4x01 - Americano/Dance Again

139. (8) - S4x12 - Love Song

140. (8) - S4x14 - We've Got Tonite

141. (8) - S5x12 - Valerie

142. (8) - S6x02 - Problem

143. (8) - S6x03 - Hand in My Pocket/I Feel the Earth Move

144. (8) - S6x12 - Pony

145. (8) - S6x12 - Don't Stop Believing (Pilot/2009)

146. (7) - S1x01 - On My Own

147. (7) - S1x01 - I Kissed a Girl

148. (7) - S1x05 - Maybe This Time

149. (7) - S1x07 - Hate On Me

150. (7) - S1x09 - Dancing With Myself

151. (7) - S1x09 - Proud Mary

152. (7) - S1x10 - Lean On Me

153. (7) - S1x10 - Don't Stand So Close to Me/Young Girl

154. (7) - S1x12 - Jump

155. (7) - S1x12 - Smile (Charlie Chaplin)

156. (7) - S1x14 - Highway to Hell

157. (7) - S1x17 - Total Eclipse of the Heart

158. (7) - S1x17 - Ice Ice Baby

159. (7) - S1x18 - Rose's Turn

160. (7) - S1x21 - Give Up the Funk

161. (7) - S1x21 - Good Vibrations

162. (7) - S1x22 - To Sir, With Love

163. (7) - S2x01 - Telephone

164. (7) - S2x02 - I'm a Slave 4 U

165. (7) - S2x02 - Me Against the Music

166. (7) - S2x02 - Baby One More Time

167. (7) - S2x03 - I Want to Hold Your Hand

168. (7) - S2x04 - Le Jazz Hot

169. (7) - S2x05 - Damn It, Janet

170. (7) - S2x09 - Hey, Soul Sister

171. (7) - S2x12 - Silly Love Songs

172. (7) - S2x12 - Firework

173. (7) - S2x13 - Somebody to Love

174. (7) - S2x13 - I Know What Boys Like

175. (7) - S2x14 - Don't You Want Me

176. (7) - S2x14 - One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer

177. (7) - S2x16 - Raise Your Glass

178. (7) - S2x17 - I Follow Rivers

179. (7) - S2x18 - I've Gotta Be Me

180. (7) - S2x19 - Never Going Back Again

181. (7) - S2x21 - Some People

182. (7) - S2x21 - Try a Little Tenderness

183. (7) - S2x21 - My Man

184. (7) - S3x01 - We Got the Beat

185. (7) - S3x08 - Survivor/I Will Survive

186. (7) - S3x11 - Wanna Be Startin' Somethin'

187. (7) - S3x16 - Disco Inferno

188. (7) - S3x22 - Forever Young

189. (7) - S4x02 - 3

190. (7) - S4x11 - Tell Him

191. (7) - S4x13 - Nutbush City Limits

192. (7) - S4x17 - Wannabe

193. (7) - S4x22 - Hall of Fame

194. (7) - S5x18 - Doo Wop (That Thing)

195. (7) - S6x07 - All About That Bass

196. (6) - S1x01 - Can't Fight This Feeling

197. (6) - S1x03 - Mercy

198. (6) - S1x05 - Cabaret

199. (6) - S1x08 - Bust A Move

200. (6) - S1x09 - Defying Gravity

201. (6) - S1x11 - Bootylicious

202. (6) - S1x11 - True Colors

203. (6) - S1x12 - Smile (Lily Allen)

204. (6) - S1x13 - Don't Rain on My Parade

205. (6) - S1x13 - You Can't Always Get What You Want

206. (6) - S1x14 - Hello, Goodbye

207. (6) - S1x14 - Hello

208. (6) - S1x16 - One Less Bell to Answer/A House Is Not a Home

209. (6) - S1x17 - U Can't Touch This

210. (6) - S1x19 - Safety Dance

211. (6) - S1x19 - Dream a Little Dream

212. (6) - S1x19 - I Dreamed a Dream

213. (6) - S1x21 - Another One Bites the Dust

214. (6) - S1x21 - Loser

215. (6) - S1x22 - Over the Rainbow

216. (6) - S2x01 - Billionaire

217. (6) - S2x01 - Every Rose Has Its Thorn

218. (6) - S2x03 - One of Us

219. (6) - S2x05 - Whatever Happened to Saturday Night?

220. (6) - S2x05 - Sweet Transvestite

221. (6) - S2x05 - Science Fiction Double Feature

222. (6) - S2x07 - Make 'Em Laugh

223. (6) - S2x07 - Conjunction Junction

224. (6) - S2x08 - Marry You

225. (6) - S2x08 - Ohio

226. (6) - S2x09 - The Living Years

227. (6) - S2x13 - Take Me or Leave Me

228. (6) - S2x13 - Baby

229. (6) - S2x15 - Animal

230. (6) - S2x16 - Trouty Mouth

231. (6) - S2x18 - Somewhere Only We Know

232. (6) - S2x18 - As If We Never Said Goodbye

233. (6) - S2x19 - Dreams

234. (6) - S2x19 - Don't Stop

235. (6) - S2x20 - I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How to Dance with You

236. (6) - S2x20 - Dancing Queen

237. (6) - S2x20 - Isn't She Lovely

238. (6) - S2x21 - Pure Imagination

239. (6) - S2x22 - For Good

240. (6) - S3x03 - Spotlight

241. (6) - S3x03 - Cool

242. (6) - S3x03 - Out Here On My Own

243. (6) - S3x04 - Bein' Green

244. (6) - S3x05 - Uptown Girl

245. (6) - S3x06 - You and I/You and I

246. (6) - S3x07 - Jolene

247. (6) - S3x07 - Perfect

248. (6) - S3x07 - I Kissed a Girl

249. (6) - S3x08 - Man in the Mirror

250. (6) - S3x08 - Buenos Aires

251. (6) - S3x10 - Without You

252. (6) - S3x10 - The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face

253. (6) - S3x10 - We Found Love

254. (6) - S3x11 - Scream

255. (6) - S3x11 - Black or White

256. (6) - S3x11 - I Want You Back

257. (6) - S3x12 - Sexy and I Know It

258. (6) - S3x13 - Let Me Love You

259. (6) - S3x13 - You're the Top

260. (6) - S3x13 - Chapel of Love

261. (6) - S3x14 - Cough Syrup

262. (6) - S3x14 - Glad You Came

263. (6) - S3x15 - Fighter

264. (6) - S3x15 - Rio/Hungry Like the Wolf

265. (6) - S3x16 - You Should Be Dancing

266. (6) - S3x16 - More Than a Woman

267. (6) - S3x17 - It's Not Right But It's Okay

268. (6) - S3x18 - Not the Boy Next Door

269. (6) - S3x18 - Cry

270. (6) - S3x20 - Flashdance...What a Feeling

271. (6) - S3x21 - We Are the Champions

272. (6) - S3x21 - Starships

273. (6) - S3x22 - I'll Remember

274. (6) - S3x22 - Roots Before Branches

275. (6) - S4x01 - Never Say Never

276. (6) - S4x02 - Womanizer

277. (6) - S4x04 - Don't Speak

278. (6) - S4x04 - Give Your Heart a Break

279. (6) - S4x05 - Blow Me (One Last Kiss)

280. (6) - S4x07 - Holding Out for a Hero

281. (6) - S4x08 - Live While We're Young

282. (6) - S4x11 - No Scrubs

283. (6) - S4x11 - Locked Out of Heaven

284. (6) - S4x12 - Centerfold/Hot in Herre

285. (6) - S4x13 - Don't Stop Me Now

286. (6) - S4x13 - Make No Mistake (She's Mine)

287. (6) - S4x13 - Hung Up

288. (6) - S4x14 - Anything Could Happen

289. (6) - S4x15 - Old Time Rock & Roll/Danger Zone

290. (6) - S4x15 - Footloose

291. (6) - S4x16 - Bye Bye Bye/I Want It That Way

292. (6) - S4x17 - Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go

293. (6) - S4x20 - Everybody Hurts

294. (6) - S4x21 - Signed, Sealed, Delivered, I'm Yours

295. (6) - S4x21 - Superstition

296. (6) - S5x09 - Brave

297. (5) - S1x01 - Mr. Cellophane

298. (5) - S1x01 - Respect

299. (5) - S1x01 - Rehab

300. (5) - S1x04 - Tonight

301. (5) - S1x07 - No Air

302. (5) - S1x10 - (You're Having My Baby)

303. (5) - S1x10 - Endless Love

304. (5) - S1x15 - What It Feels Like for a Girl

305. (5) - S1x15 - Burning Up

306. (5) - S1x16 - Home

307. (5) - S1x16 - Fire

308. (5) - S1x16 - A House Is Not a Home

309. (5) - S1x18 - One

310. (5) - S1x21 - Tell Me Something Good

311. (5) - S1x22 - Faithfully

312. (5) - S2x01 - What I Did for Love

313. (5) - S2x01 - Listen

314. (5) - S2x05 - Planet, Schmanet, Janet

315. (5) - S2x06 - One Love (People Get Ready)

316. (5) - S2x08 - Just the Way You Are

317. (5) - S2x08 - Sway

318. (5) - S2x09 - Don't Cry for Me Argentina

319. (5) - S2x12 - When I Get You Alone

320. (5) - S2x12 - My Funny Valentine

321. (5) - S2x13 - This Little Light of Mine

322. (5) - S2x15 - Kiss

323. (5) - S2x16 - Jesus Is My Friend

324. (5) - S2x16 - Candles

325. (5) - S2x17 - Ain't No Way

326. (5) - S2x19 - Nice to Meet You, Have I Slept with You?

327. (5) - S2x22 - Light Up the World

328. (5) - S2x22 - Pretending

329. (5) - S2x22 - As Long as You're There

330. (5) - S2x22 - Still Got Tonight

331. (5) - S3x02 - Something's Coming

332. (5) - S3x02 - I'm the Greatest Star

333. (5) - S3x02 - Somewhere

334. (5) - S3x04 - Waiting for a Girl Like You

335. (5) - S3x04 - Take Care of Yourself

336. (5) - S3x05 - One Hand, One Heart

337. (5) - S3x07 - Constant Craving

338. (5) - S3x11 - I Just Can't Stop Loving You

339. (5) - S3x11 - Human Nature

340. (5) - S3x12 - Don't Wanna Lose You

341. (5) - S3x13 - Home

342. (5) - S3x14 - Stand

343. (5) - S3x15 - Up Up Up

344. (5) - S3x16 - Stayin' Alive

345. (5) - S3x16 - How Deep Is Your Love

346. (5) - S3x16 - Boogie Shoes

347. (5) - S3x16 - Night Fever

348. (5) - S3x17 - I Have Nothing

349. (5) - S3x17 - My Love Is Your Love

350. (5) - S3x17 - I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me)

351. (5) - S3x17 - So Emotional

352. (5) - S3x19 - Big Girls Don't Cry

353. (5) - S3x20 - I Won't Give Up

354. (5) - S3x20 - Because You Loved Me

355. (5) - S3x21 - Tongue Tied

356. (5) - S3x21 - It's All Coming Back to Me Now

357. (5) - S3x21 - Pinball Wizard

358. (5) - S3x22 - In My Life

359. (5) - S4x03 - Everybody Wants to Rule the World

360. (5) - S4x21 - Higher Ground

361. (5) - S5x05 - Wrecking Ball

362. (5) - S5x09 - Don't Rain On My Parade

363. (4) - S1x01 - Leaving On a Jet Plane

364. (4) - S1x03 - I Wanna Sex You Up

365. (4) - S1x04 - Taking Chances

366. (4) - S1x07 - Ride Wit Me

367. (4) - S1x08 - I Could Have Danced All Night

368. (4) - S1x10 - I'll Stand By You

369. (4) - S1x10 - Crush

370. (4) - S1x11 - Imagine

371. (4) - S1x11 - Don't Make Me Over

372. (4) - S1x14 - Hello Twelve, Hello Thirteen, Hello Love

373. (4) - S1x15 - Vogue

374. (4) - S1x18 - Pink Houses

375. (4) - S1x20 - Funny Girl

376. (4) - S2x01 - Getting to Know You

377. (4) - S2x02 - Toxic

378. (4) - S2x02 - The Only Exception

379. (4) - S2x03 - I Look to You

380. (4) - S2x03 - Papa, Can You Hear Me?

381. (4) - S2x04 - Happy Days Are Here Again/Get Happy

382. (4) - S2x05 - Touch a Touch a Touch a Touch Me

383. (4) - S2x07 - Nowadays/Hot Honey rag

384. (4) - S2x10 - We Need a Little Christmas

385. (4) - S2x10 - The Most Wonderful Day of the Year

386. (4) - S2x12 - P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing)

387. (4) - S2x16 - Blackbird

388. (4) - S2x16 - Hell to the No

389. (4) - S2x16 - Only Child

390. (4) - S2x17 - All By Myself

391. (4) - S2x20 - Friday

392. (4) - S2x22 - Bella Notte

393. (4) - S3x03 - It's All Over

394. (4) - S3x05 - A Boy Like That/I Have a Love

395. (4) - S3x08 - Control

396. (4) - S3x09 - Let It Snow

397. (4) - S3x09 - River

398. (4) - S3x10 - Moves Like Jagger/Jumpin' Jack Flash

399. (4) - S3x10 - Wedding Bell Blues (Bill)

400. (4) - S3x15 - Somebody That I Used to Know

401. (4) - S3x18 - The Rain in Spain

402. (4) - S3x19 - Dinosaur

403. (4) - S3x19 - What Makes You Beautiful

404. (4) - S3x20 - Mean

405. (4) - S4x05 - Juke Box Hero

406. (4) - S4x06 - Look At Me I'm Sandra Dee

407. (4) - S4x07 - Superman

408. (4) - S4x08 - Whistle

409. (4) - S4x11 - I Don't Know How to Love Him

410. (4) - S4x13 - Diva

411. (4) - S4x15 - Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend/Material Girl

412. (3) - S1x01 - Sit Down You're Rockin the Boat

413. (3) - S1x01 - You're the One That I Want (ver. 1)

414. (3) - S1x08 - What A Girl Wants

415. (3) - S1x17 - Physical

416. (3) - S2x05 - There's a Light (Over at the Frankenstein Place)

417. (3) - S2x10 - Welcome Christmas

418. (3) - S2x10 - Merry Christmas, Darling

419. (3) - S3x01 - Ding-Dong! The Witch Is Dead

420. (3) - S3x08 - Red Solo Cup

421. (3) - S3x09 - Christmas Wrapping

422. (3) - S3x09 - All I Want for Christmas Is You

423. (3) - S3x09 - Do They Know It's Christmas?

424. (3) - S3x09 - Santa Claus Is Coming to Town

425. (3) - S3x09 - Extraordinary Merry Christmas

426. (3) - S3x09 - My Favorite Things

427. (3) - S3x11 - Ben

428. (3) - S3x18 - The Music of the Night

429. (3) - S4x04 - Teenage Dream (Acoustic)

430. (2) - S1x02 - Push It

431. (2) - S1x08 - Thong Song

432. (2) - S2x10 - Last Christmas

433. (2) - S2x10 - You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch

434. (2) - S2x14 - My Headband

435. (2) - S2x16 - Get It Right

436. (2) - S2x16 - Loser Like Me

437. (2) - S3x07 - Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

438. (2) - S3x09 - Blue Christmas

439. (2) - S3x12 - A Little Less Conversation

440. (2) - S4x01 - Call Me Maybe

441. (2) - S4x06 - Greased Lightning

442. (2) - S5x05 - Blurred Lines

443. (1) - S1x20 - Poker Face

444. (1) - S3x01 - Big Spender

445. (1) - S4x08 - Let's Have a Kiki/Turkey Lurkey Time

446. (1) - S4x08 - Gangnam Style

447. (1) - S4x11 - Baby Got Back

448. (1) - S4x16 - I Still Believe/Super Bass

449. (1) - S5x07 - The Fox

450. (1) - S5x08 - The Chipmunk Song (Christmas Don't Be Late)

451. (NA) - S4x01 - It's Time

452. (NA) - S4x01 - Sister Christian

453. (NA) - S4x01 - New York State of Mind

454. (NA) - S4x02 - Boys/Boyfriend

455. (NA) - S4x02 - Hold It Against Me

456. (NA) - S4x02 - Gimme More

457. (NA) - S4x02 - Everytime

458. (NA) - S4x02 - Crazy/U Drive Me Crazy

459. (NA) - S4x02 - Oops!...I Did It Again

460. (NA) - S4x03 - Celebrity Skin

461. (NA) - S4x03 - The Way You Look Tonight/You're Never Fully Dressed Without a Smile

462. (NA) - S4x03 - A Change Would Do You Good

463. (NA) - S4x04 - Barely Breathing

464. (NA) - S4x05 - Hopelessly Devoted to You

465. (NA) - S4x05 - Born to Hand Jive

466. (NA) - S4x06 - Beauty School Dropout

467. (NA) - S4x06 - Look At Me I'm Sandra Dee (Reprise)

468. (NA) - S4x06 - You're the One That I Want

469. (NA) - S4x06 - There Are Worse Things I Could Do

470. (NA) - S4x07 - My Dark Side

471. (NA) - S4x07 - Heroes

472. (NA) - S4x07 - Some Nights

473. (NA) - S4x08 - Home/Homeward Bound

474. (NA) - S4x08 - Come See About Me

475. (NA) - S4x09 - Something Stupid

476. (NA) - S4x09 - Being Alive

477. (NA) - S4x09 - Don't Dream It's Over

478. (NA) - S4x09 - Being Good Isn't Good Enough

479. (NA) - S4x09 - O Holy Night

480. (NA) - S4x09 - All That Jazz

481. (NA) - S4x10 - Feliz Navidad

482. (NA) - S4x10 - Hanukkah, Oh Hanukkah

483. (NA) - S4x10 - White Christmas

484. (NA) - S4x10 - The First Noel

485. (NA) - S4x10 - Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

486. (NA) - S4x10 - Jingle Bell Rock

487. (NA) - S4x11 - I Only Have Eyes for You

488. (NA) - S4x12 - Let Me Love You (Until You Learn to Love Yourself)

489. (NA) - S4x12 - This Is the New Year

490. (NA) - S4x12 - Torn

491. (NA) - S4x13 - Bring Him Home

492. (NA) - S4x14 - Just Can't Get Enough

493. (NA) - S4x14 - Getting Married Today

494. (NA) - S4x14 - You're All I Need to Get By

495. (NA) - S4x15 - Shout

496. (NA) - S4x15 - Come What May

497. (NA) - S4x15 - You're All the World to Me

498. (NA) - S4x15 - Unchained Melody

499. (NA) - S4x15 - In Your Eyes

500. (NA) - S4x16 - How to Be a Heartbreaker

501. (NA) - S4x16 - Closer

502. (NA) - S4x16 - The Bitch Is Back/Dress You Up

503. (NA) - S4x16 - Cold Hearted

504. (NA) - S4x17 - Against All Odds (Take a Look at Me Now)

505. (NA) - S4x17 - My Prerogative

506. (NA) - S4x17 - Creep

507. (NA) - S4x17 - Mamma Mia

508. (NA) - S4x17 - Copacabana

509. (NA) - S4x18 - Say

510. (NA) - S4x18 - Your Song

511. (NA) - S4x18 - More Than Words

512. (NA) - S4x19 - Fight for Your Right (to Party)

513. (NA) - S4x19 - You Have More Friends Than You Know

514. (NA) - S4x19 - Outcast

515. (NA) - S4x19 - Don't Stop Believin' (Rachel)

516. (NA) - S4x19 - Next to Me

517. (NA) - S4x20 - We Will Rock You

518. (NA) - S4x20 - Longest Time

519. (NA) - S4x20 - You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin'

520. (NA) - S4x20 - At the Ballet

521. (NA) - S4x20 - Little Girls

522. (NA) - S4x21 - For Once in My Life

523. (NA) - S4x21 - Uptight (Everything's Alright)

524. (NA) - S4x21 - I Wish

525. (NA) - S4x21 - You Are the Sunshine of My Life

526. (NA) - S4x22 - Clarity

527. (NA) - S4x22 - Wings

528. (NA) - S4x22 - I Love It

529. (NA) - S4x22 - All or Nothing

530. (NA) - S4x22 - To Love You More

531. (NA) - S4x22 - Rainbow Connection

532. (NA) - S5x01 - Help!

533. (NA) - S5x01 - All You Need Is Love

534. (NA) - S5x01 - Drive My Car

535. (NA) - S5x01 - You've Got to Hide Your Love Away

536. (NA) - S5x01 - Got to Get You Into My Life

537. (NA) - S5x01 - Yesterday

538. (NA) - S5x01 - A Hard Day's Night

539. (NA) - S5x01 - I Saw Her Standing There

540. (NA) - S5x02 - Here Comes the Sun

541. (NA) - S5x02 - Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band

542. (NA) - S5x02 - Get Back

543. (NA) - S5x02 - Hey Jude

544. (NA) - S5x02 - Let It Be

545. (NA) - S5x02 - Something

546. (NA) - S5x02 - Revolution

547. (NA) - S5x03 - Fire and Rain

548. (NA) - S5x03 - I'll Stand By You

549. (NA) - S5x03 - Seasons of Love

550. (NA) - S5x03 - No Surrender

551. (NA) - S5x03 - Make You Feel My Love

552. (NA) - S5x04 - Marry the Night

553. (NA) - S5x04 - Wide Awake

554. (NA) - S5x04 - Applause

555. (NA) - S5x04 - Roar

556. (NA) - S5x05 - On Our Way

557. (NA) - S5x05 - You Are Woman, I Am Man

558. (NA) - S5x05 - If I Were a Boy

559. (NA) - S5x06 - Honesty

560. (NA) - S5x06 - Piano Man

561. (NA) - S5x06 - My Life

562. (NA) - S5x06 - Just the Way You Are

563. (NA) - S5x06 - You May Be Right

564. (NA) - S5x06 - An Innocent Man

565. (NA) - S5x06 - Movin' Out (Anthony's Song)

566. (NA) - S5x07 - You're My Best Friend

567. (NA) - S5x07 - Nasty/Rhythm Nation

568. (NA) - S5x07 - Into the Groove

569. (NA) - S5x07 - Cheek to Cheek

570. (NA) - S5x08 - Here Comes Santa Claus (Down Santa Claus Lane)

571. (NA) - S5x08 - Mary's Little Boy Child

572. (NA) - S5x08 - Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree

573. (NA) - S5x08 - Away in a Manger

574. (NA) - S5x08 - Love Child

575. (NA) - S5x08 - O Christmas Tree

576. (NA) - S5x09 - Whenever I Call You Friend

577. (NA) - S5x09 - My Lovin' (You're Never Gonna Get It)

578. (NA) - S5x09 - I Believe in a Thing Called Love

579. (NA) - S5x09 - Every Breath You Take

580. (NA) - S5x09 - Breakaway

581. (NA) - S5x10 - The Happening

582. (NA) - S5x10 - Hold On

583. (NA) - S5x10 - Barracuda

584. (NA) - S5x10 - Gloria

585. (NA) - S5x10 - Jumpin' Jumpin'

586. (NA) - S5x10 - Don't You (Forget About Me)

587. (NA) - S5x10 - Danny's Song

588. (NA) - S5x11 - Vacation

589. (NA) - S5x11 - America

590. (NA) - S5x11 - More Than a Feeling

591. (NA) - S5x11 - I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For

592. (NA) - S5x11 - Mr. Roboto/Counting Stars

593. (NA) - S5x11 - I Love LA

594. (NA) - S5x12 - Raise Your Glass

595. (NA) - S5x12 - Happy

596. (NA) - S5x12 - Defying Gravity

597. (NA) - S5x13 - Loser Like Me

598. (NA) - S5x13 - Party All the Time

599. (NA) - S5x13 - I Am Changing

600. (NA) - S5x13 - Don't Stop Believin' (Season Five)

601. (NA) - S5x13 - Be Okay

602. (NA) - S5x14 - Don't Sleep in the Subway

603. (NA) - S5x14 - You Make Me Feel So Young

604. (NA) - S5x14 - Best Day of My Life

605. (NA) - S5x14 - Rockstar

606. (NA) - S5x14 - Downtown

607. (NA) - S5x14 - People

608. (NA) - S5x15 - Not While I'm Around

609. (NA) - S5x15 - I'm Still Here

610. (NA) - S5x15 - You Make Me Feel Like a Natural Woman

611. (NA) - S5x15 - Colorblind

612. (NA) - S5x15 - Broadway Baby

613. (NA) - S5x15 - No One Is Alone

614. (NA) - S5x16 - Addicted to Love

615. (NA) - S5x16 - Love Is a Battlefield

616. (NA) - S5x16 - I Want to Know What Love Is

617. (NA) - S5x16 - Let's Wait Awhile

618. (NA) - S5x17 - Lovefool

619. (NA) - S5x17 - I'm the Greatest Star

620. (NA) - S5x17 - Pumpin Blood

621. (NA) - S5x17 - Who Are You Now

622. (NA) - S5x17 - NYC

623. (NA) - S5x18 - Story of My Life

624. (NA) - S5x18 - Piece of My Heart

625. (NA) - S5x18 - Wake Me Up

626. (NA) - S5x18 - The Rose

627. (NA) - S5x19 - Werewolves of London

628. (NA) - S5x19 - Memory

629. (NA) - S5x19 - Lucky Star

630. (NA) - S5x19 - Take Me Home Tonight

631. (NA) - S5x19 - I Melt with You

632. (NA) - S5x20 - All of Me

633. (NA) - S5x20 - No Time At All

634. (NA) - S5x20 - American Boy

635. (NA) - S5x20 - Shakin' My Head

636. (NA) - S5x20 - Pompeii

637. (NA) - S5x20 - Glitter in the Air

638. (NA) - S5x20 - Girls on Film

639. (NA) - S6x01 - Sing

640. (NA) - S6x01 - Dance the Night Away

641. (NA) - S6x01 - Uninvited

642. (NA) - S6x01 - Let It Go

643. (NA) - S6x01 - Suddenly Seymour

644. (NA) - S6x02 - Tightrope

645. (NA) - S6x02 - Take On Me

646. (NA) - S6x02 - Home

647. (NA) - S6x02 - Viva Voce

648. (NA) - S6x03 - It's Too Late

649. (NA) - S6x03 - Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow/Head Over Feet

650. (NA) - S6x03 - You Learn/You've Got a Friend

651. (NA) - S6x03 - So Far Away

652. (NA) - S6x04 - Rock Lobster

653. (NA) - S6x04 - Whip It

654. (NA) - S6x04 - Thousand Miles

655. (NA) - S6x04 - Bitch

656. (NA) - S6x05 - It Must Have Been Love

657. (NA) - S6x05 - All Out of Love

658. (NA) - S6x05 - Father Figure

659. (NA) - S6x05 - My Sharona

660. (NA) - S6x05 - You Spin Me Round (Like a Record)

661. (NA) - S6x06 - Arthur's Theme

662. (NA) - S6x06 - Wishin' And Hoping

663. (NA) - S6x06 - Baby It's You

664. (NA) - S6x06 - What the World Needs Now

665. (NA) - S6x06 - Promises, Promises

666. (NA) - S6x06 - They Long to Be Close to You

667. (NA) - S6x06 - I'll Never Fall in Love Again

668. (NA) - S6x06 - Alfie

669. (NA) - S6x07 - You Give Love a Bad Name

670. (NA) - S6x07 - Somebody Loves You

671. (NA) - S6x07 - Time After Time

672. (NA) - S6x07 - I Know Where I've Been

673. (NA) - S6x07 - Same Love

674. (NA) - S6x08 - Hey Ya!

675. (NA) - S6x08 - Our Day Will Come

676. (NA) - S6x08 - I'm So Excited

677. (NA) - S6x08 - At Last

678. (NA) - S6x09 - Uptown Funk

679. (NA) - S6x09 - I Want to Break Free

680. (NA) - S6x09 - Break Free

681. (NA) - S6x09 - Lose My Breath

682. (NA) - S6x09 - Cool Kids

683. (NA) - S6x09 - Friday I'm in Love

684. (NA) - S6x10 - Far From Over

685. (NA) - S6x10 - Rather Be

686. (NA) - S6x10 - Rise

687. (NA) - S6x10 - The Trolley Song

688. (NA) - S6x10 - The Final Countdown

689. (NA) - S6x11 - We Built This City

690. (NA) - S6x11 - Mickey

691. (NA) - S6x11 - Chandelier

692. (NA) - S6x11 - Come Sail Away

693. (NA) - S6x11 - Listen to Your Heart

694. (NA) - S6x11 - Take Me to Church

695. (NA) - S6x12 - Popular

696. (NA) - S6x12 - I'm His Child

697. (NA) - S6x13 - Daydream Believer

698. (NA) - S6x13 - Someday We'll Be Together

699. (NA) - S6x13 - I Lived

700. (NA) - S6x13 - This Time

701. (NA) - S6x13 - Teach Your Children

702. (NA) - S6x13 - The Winner Takes It All

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loud mouth colson baker(mgk) x reader

+++++++++ So I had a dream about him and it's all I've been thinking about all day so here ya go, this seems to be a theme lately lol

Song: aint talking bout love by van halen

tag list: @cynic-spirit +++++++++

"Wow you really know how to make a mess don't you."

My friend said, looking around at the room piled with clothes. I picked a shirt up and tossed it at him.

"Shut up, I told you I needed to clean out my closet."

He laughed at me, folding it and putting it in top of my desk.

"You're gonns need some serious help with this."

I began plucking clothing items off my bed and folding them.

"Yeah I know, colson's coming over later and so is Bree."

I watched John pick up another shirt and fold it.

"Lucky me for getting here early."

He joked. I sent him a knowing smile.

"Hey at least Id already started, everything is out of the closet and half of it I'm getting rid of."

I said proudly. He laughed a little at me.

"Okay, please tell me you are losing this one."

He said, hopeful, holding up a very old and worn out mgk shirt. I frowned and snatched it away from him.

"Of course not, colson gave me that the first time I ever went to one of his live shows."

John crossed his arms across his chest at me. Then there was a knock at my bedroom door, drawing our attention to colson standing in the doorway.

"I hope you don't mind I let myself in, the front door was unlocked."

He said with a smile. I dropped the shirt to the bed and went in for a hug.

"Of course not, I told you you can come in any time."

He held me with one hand as he fist bumped John, letting me go a second later.

"So, this looks a little crazy."

He said finally looking around the room. I let out a nervous laugh, going back to my spot at the end of the bed.

"I know it does now but once everything is sorted it'll be a breeze to put away."

He kind of looked at me like I was crazy before stepping over some clothes and making his way to me.

"Okay, where do you want me to start?"

I looked around for a second.

"Um, John's doing shirts, I'm doing this... Wanna start folding and stacking pants?"

I asked, pointing to them. He shrugged.

"Sure."

He walked to the pile and dropped to the ground, sitting with his legs crossed as he began pulling things out.

"So, what did I miss?"

He asked, John sending me a knowing look.

"Not a whole lot."

I said condescendingly, throwing the shirt back at John.

"She won't get rid of this."

He said holding it to his chest and looking down at it. Colson laughed a little bit.

"You still have that? That merch line hasn't been around for years."

He said in wonderment. I put my hands on my hips as he kept folding and stacking.

"You gave that to me, of course I kept it. Do you even remember that night?"

I asked pointedly. He thought for a second before shrugging.

"I don't know y/n I don't remember a lot of shit."

I rolled my eyes as I went back to folding and stacking too.

"It was the first of your live shows you invited me to. When it was over you asked if I was going to that party with you. of course I said I couldnt stay too long but you said I had to anyways. We were at that dude's house till, God, it must been like four in the morning."

We both laughed at the memory. He nodded his head.

"Yeah I remember now, you were so drunk. But that one chic spilled her entire glass of wine down the front of you and it's all I had when we got back to my place."

He laughed, John looking between us with a smirk on his face. I couldn't help but think fondly of that night, even if it did go quite awry.

"Sounds like quite a night."

John mentioned, sending me another knowing look.

"It really was."

Colson stood up and placed the stack of pants on the bed next to the one I was working on.

"If I remember correctly, that was also the first time you had drank yourself into a hangover. Literally."

I cringed.

"Yeah, I was so sick that next day, I was honestly just glad you were there."

I turned to John as he sat.

"I literally couldn't walk, I was violently sick the whole day, and the headache I had was like none I've ever had in my life."

Colson laughed a little bit, nudging my arm with his elbow.

"Lucky for you I'm a great hangover doctor."

°°°°°°°°° I looked to Bree as she handed me another hanger, the guys in the other room deciding on dinner. We had been at this most of the day and I was beginning to wonder who the hell let me do this to myself. There was a mountain of clothes by my door that was all stuff I had planned to get rid of. Part of me felt refreshed but I still had to finish putting away what was left.

"Aw I remember you telling me about this one."

She said picking up the shirt we had talked about earlier. I smiled to myself as I put it on the hanger.

"Ya know we had just finished talking about that night right before you got here."

She pouted.

"So I missed the best story about you two? No fair."

She protested, sulking down into her seat. I laughed a little bit.

"As if you don't know every detail anyway."

She perked back up as she handed me another shirt hanger.

"Well yeah but I still love hearing about it. That's when it all started."

She said winking at me and I waved the shirt in my hand at her.

"That's our secret ma'am."

I said through gritted teeth and she just laughed at me.

"They aren't in here what does it matter."

She said at me.

"You just love a man Willing to take you... Oops I meant take care of you."

My eyes went wide, my mouth dropping as I playfully gasped at her.

"Excuse you! He's just a friend."

I said matter of factly and she raised an unimpressed brow at me.

"Sure he is. It's not like you two don't flirt relentlessly at each other all the time or anything."

I rolled my eyes as I finished hanging the last few things up.

"What about it? Friends flirt with each other all the time."

"Really?"

She said flatly. Then John came in the room, colson hot on his heels.

"Pizza."

Was all he said. Bree and I looked between them.

"Okay?"

I asked and he held the phone out to me.

"Holy shit."

I said taking it from him.

"Do we really need all this food for just the four of us?"

Colson stepped to me and took the phone back.

"Come on y/n, if we're staying the night like you planned you know it's gonna get eaten."

I sighed.

"You buying?"

He grinned widely at me.

"Yes ma'am."

I caved.

"Fine."

"Yes!"

He said giving John a high five and finishing the order. I shook my head.

"You two are ridiculous."

Colson grinned widely at me.

"Yeah, ridiculously hungry."

I laughed.

"You should put that in a song loser."

He handed the phone back to John, him walking back out into the hallway.

"Ooo wait! Are you getting barbeque?!"

Bree yelled, following him quickly. I laughed to myself as I pushed my clothes around in the closet, making sure everything was in its right place. Colson draped his arm over my shoulder, admiring my work.

"I'm proud of us."

He said.

"We got a lot done today."

I nodded against him, bringing my arm around his waist.

"Yes we did, and thanks again, it really means a lot. I definitely needed the help."

I said smiling up at him. He was already staring down at me. I let out a nervous laugh.

"What?"

He grinned widely.

"I wasn't gonna say anything, but Bree is kind of loud..."

My mouth dropped open, taking my hand from his back and covering my face.

"No."

I groaned into my hands as he laughed, wrapping his arms around me and kissing the top of my head.

"Don't be shy baby."

He said, pulling my hands down. I couldn't help the mad blush making its way to my cheeks.

"What did you hear?"

I asked hesitantly, him snaking his arms around my waist.

"You like a man that can take you and take care of you."

He said proudly, a lazy smile playing across his lips. I held my breath and closed my eyes.

"Oh god."

I sighed out. He laughed again, rubbing his finger tips into my lower back.

"Hey, don't feel bad, we've been friends forever. Nothing I can't handle. Besides, I wouldn't flirt back if I wasnt a little interested."

My eyes went wide at his words.

"What are you saying?"

I asked skeptically. He smirked at me.

"Kiss me and find out."

He said lowly. I just stared at him. My brain couldn't comprehend what was happening. Before I knew it he was moving towards me and I couldn't breathe. A second later his lips were on mine and I was kissing him like my life depended on it. He dipped me down, holding me tightly to him. When he pulled away I inhaled sharply, needing as much air as I could get. Or at least that's what it felt like. My lungs burned and my brain was misfiring. He half smiled before pecking me on the lips again.

"God I should've done that ages ago."

He breathed out and I nodded.

"Agreed."

I said, pulling him back down to me and kissing him passionately.

"Yes!"

I heard Bree shout, making me smile against him. When he pulled away we both looked to the doorway, Bree dancing in place as John stood there with his mouth open.

"How long has that been a thing?!"

He said shocked. Bree punched his arm making him flinch away. She ran to us, giving us a collective hug.

"I love you guys."

She said looking between us and I couldn't help but blush again.

"Thanks Bree."

#wattpad #x reader #colson baker #mgk #machine gun kelly #imagines #one shots #260

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ericsonclan · 3 years

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Practically Brothers

Summary: Marlon and Louis spend some time helping each other out before having a joke off later that night.

Word Count: 2602

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“Careful, Lou! Don’t move so much!” Marlon warned as a bit of the vegetable oil spilled onto his pants leg.

“Shit, sorry!” Louis flashed an apologetic grin over at his best friend. “I just got excited I guess. We haven’t done a hairdo day in forever.”

Marlon smiled warmly at Louis’ words. It had been a while since they had done this. For the last couple years Louis and Marlon would get together in Louis’ room and surround themselves in the secret stash of pillows that Louis had (although everyone at Ericson knew about it so his stash wasn’t very secretive at all).

Once they got hidden away in the stash of pillows on his bed they would begin the process of helping each other with their hair. Life had been so hectic lately though that neither of them had had the time or energy for this special time together. With struggling to get enough food for everyone, making sure that the school was safe and dealing with more deadheads than they can count, everyone at the school was exhausted.

Marlon dipped his finger into the vegetable oil once more and began to moisturize Louis’ dreadlocks. Louis sat there quietly for a few moments before he began to whistle. Marlon bopped his head around here and there to the tune. The two of them enjoyed the peaceful moment as Marlon continued to work on Louis’ dreads. After a few seconds Louis stopped humming and his eyes wandered over to the small amount of vegetable oil that stood in an old soda bottle.

“I hope Omar never finds out how much of his vegetable oil we’ve stolen,” Louis’ words made Marlon pause for a moment before resuming. Louis didn’t have to look at his best friend’s face to know that he was smiling.

“Yeah, this will be a secret that we take to the grave,” Marlon held out his hand that wasn’t coated in the oil and Louis shook it firmly.

“We shook on it so now we gotta keep it a secret,” Louis smiled as he sat still.

“I was going to keep it a secret either way. Omar is scary when it comes to food,” Marlon’s words made Louis laugh softly.

“Isn’t that the truth,” Louis looked outside the window and noticed that some of the leaves were beginning to fall. Soon this season would be over and the cold harshness of winter would be upon them. Louis wondered how much stress would weigh on Marlon’s shoulders throughout that season. Marlon never seemed to take on more than he could bear. At least that was the impression that Louis had gotten over the years. Louis snuck a glance back at his friend. He was really thankful to have Marlon as a leader. He won hands down over all the shitty adults that had left them the moment the world went to hell.

“All done,” Marlon spoke up and wiped off the oil on his hands before he took off his letterman jacket. The blond tossed it beside him on his right and shifted his weight. Louis scooted over on his knees and grabbed the knife.

“Alright, dude, stay extremely still or I might accidentally shave off part of your mullet.” Louis smirked.

Marlon frowned over at his friend for a moment before a subtle smirk appeared on his lips. “That would be way too high a price to pay.”

“It would be a travesty,” Louis began to shave the right side of Marlon’s head where some new hair was growing in. He only needed to shave a small portion of it. “Have no fear, I won’t harm this majestic mane,” Louis grinned and continued his task. Once the right side was done he picked up his friend’s jacket and shook the loose hairs off onto the floor before tossing the jacket over on Marlon’s other side. Shuffling over, Louis began the process once again on the left side. The room was quiet except for some quips from Louis here and there. After a few minutes he was done. Louis scooted back and nodded proudly. “Yep, you are still rocking that eighties look!”

“Someone has to,” Marlon smiled and worked to get his jacket back on. He glanced out the window and saw the slant of the sun. “Shit, I need to go talk to Brody about the fishing shack. Could you find Aasim and go over the traps again? It will be easier if you’re there seeing as you’re the one who made them and all,”

“I’ll see if I can. My piano may be calling to me,” Louis got off of his bed and stretched.

“Louis, please. For me,”

Marlon’s tone made Louis pause before nodding. “Okay, I will be with Mr. Stick in the Mud in two shakes of a lamb’s tail!”

Marlon chuckled at Louis’ words then waved goodbye. Soon both of them were off to their respective tasks.

The day went by fairly smoothly. Marlon had been able to figure out a solution with Brody regarding the efficiency of the current fishing spot while Louis had fixed the traps. All it had cost was a headache that Aasim claimed he had gotten from Louis’ talking. Louis insisted this was a false accusation and that Aasim simply didn’t drink enough water that day.

Evening was quickly upon them. After Ruby and Sophie had worked to prep the ingredients with Omar for dinner and once the perfectionist chef himself signed off on the meal, dinner was served. Louis immediately took a spot next to Marlon who was sitting at a table with Ruby, Brody and Rosie. The pitbull casually sat beside Marlon who snuck little treats to her here and there when Ruby wasn’t looking.

The four of them ate the food happily, enjoying the warm, comforting stew that they had eaten for years and would continue to until the walkers got them or - as Sophie had proudly declared - old age did. She always believed that all of them could live until they were old and withered. Dinner continued to be peaceful as people at the different tables chatted and conversed until Marlon let out a huge burp.

“Good Lord,” Ruby waved a hand in front of her face and frowned at Marlon.

“Sorry,” Marlon smiled sheepishly and began to sip his stew when Louis spoke up.

“Yeah, you should be. This is a real burp!” Louis belched loudly, causing Marlon to nearly choke on his stew. The pair laughed loudly while Ruby got up and stormed off with a huff.

“Honestly, you two,” Brody got up and jogged after Ruby. The pair talked quietly for a minute before Brody offered that they could have some tea which brightened up Ruby’s mood immensely.

“Alright, Marlon, it's a joke-off time,” Louis grinned and saw the sparkle of joy in Marlon’s eyes.

“Okay, but you better get ready to lose. You’re the one that's going to get stuck with dish duty,” Marlon smirked over at Louis.

“That’s funny because I could’ve sworn I saw your name on the list for dish duty.” Louis returned the look back at his best friend.

Soon Mitch and Aasim moved to a table nearby Marlon and Louis’ table along with Willy who jumped down onto the spot next to Mitch. All of them were interested in seeing this joke-off. It had become a fairly regular routine with this pair. Marlon and Louis would throw back jokes back and forth and whoever ran out of jokes first or felt that the other one had done better would lose. The loser would then be stuck with an annoying chore.

Louis cleared his throat and decided to start the joke off. “I saw you picking flowers the other day for a girl,” Louis leaned forward and looked at his friend. “I bet Rosie liked them.”

Marlon smiled at that joke before adding in his own. “Hey Lou, the spiders called. They want their baby back,” Marlon smirked when he saw that Louis had understood he was referring to his hair.

“Oh ho ho, well played,” Louis grinned. No one else seemed impressed by these jokes. They were usually bad, corny or downright dumb jokes about Marlon or Louis. Occasionally Rosie or one of the other kids got thrown into the jokes but that was less frequent. Louis pondered his next joke for a while before delivering it with a smirk. “Marlon is so white that sunscreen puts him on,”

Marlon chuckled at that which made Louis laugh as well. “Oh yeah? Well, Louis, I hate to break it to you but the tooth fairy doesn’t take teeth that are lost on account of being a dumbass,”

Louis’ eyes widened at those words and he held his heart in mock sadness. Marlon began to laugh some more at that which in turn made Louis’ laughter grow. “Hey, Marlon, y’know why Rosie has a mattress in the headmaster’s office? It's because you smell so bad even she won’t sleep next to you,”

Marlon felt the zing of that one and immediately had a comeback. “Well the only reason your piano doesn't run away from your stank is because its legs don’t work!”

Louis paused at Marlon’s words, impressed by the reply. The pair was quiet for a second before they burst out laughing. The two of them continued to shoot jokes and zingers back and forth until Marlon held up his hands.

“Alright, alright, I’ll forfeit this round but you’d better watch out for next time,” He smiled competitively at his best friend. Louis returned the look and leaned his elbows on the table.

“We’ll see about that. After all, both of us are-”

“Idiots,” Violet butted into the conversation as she walked by with the twins and Tenn.

“Actually it's pronounced geniuses. We are joke masters.” Louis smiled at the blonde who rolled her eyes as Marlon and Louis high fived.

“Well, you’ll face the daunting task of being under the watchful eye of Omar as you clean dishes tomorrow,” Louis stood up from his spot.

“Oh boy, I can't wait,” Marlon quipped and rose as well.

“You still have one more night of freedom. So how about you join me in the music room?” Louis offered and Marlon nodded warmly.

“Sounds good to me, Lou. I just need to grab something from the headmaster’s office.” Marlon began to walk alongside Louis.

“Alright, then I shall see you soon. If you get lost, just follow the sound of my mesmerizing music,” Louis pulled on the sides of his coat as he strolled forward.

“Will do, but I think Rosie and I will be able to navigate the winding halls of the admin building just fine,” Marlon waved a quick goodbye to Louis before jogging up the stairs. Rosie followed close behind.

Minutes later Marlon had entered the office. He strolled forward and reached out for the map that lay on the table. His eyes wandered over it for a second before he felt Rosie pawing at his leg. “Sorry, girl,” Marlon gave the pitbull some loving pats and headscratches. “We can go hang out with Louis now,” Marlon tucked away the map in his pocket and grabbed the red pencil.

Rosie led the way down the stairs and happily trotted towards the music room where Louis had begun to play his music. Based on the strained notes and the slightly off-centered music, Marlon guessed that the piano was due for a tuning. Louis turned when he heard the door creak open thanks to Rosie’s paws whacking against it.

“Seems you were able to find the music room after all,” Louis smiled playfully at his friend who returned the smile.

“Yeah, it was a good thing I had Rosie with me.” Marlon sat down on one of the chairs and a pile of dust shot up and swarmed his face. He coughed loudly and Louis stopped his playing for a moment.

“You okay? Getting choked up because you lost the joke off?”

Louis’s words made Marlon look over with a competitive expression. “Ha, you wish,” Marlon coughed loudly for another moment before he took a deep breath.

Louis studied his best friend for a moment to make sure he was really okay before he began to play the piano again. His fingers danced around on the keys, creating a beautiful, playful melody that was only partially lost due to the untuned piano.

Marlon listened and smiled softly as he looked at the map. His mind quickly wandered back onto the safety of the school. He wondered if it was wise to start enforcing a tighter safe zone. After a few minutes Marlon decided against it. He wouldn’t make any major changes, at least not tonight. He doubted he’d be able to properly assess such a weighty decision at the end of the day when his energy was low. So instead he enjoyed his friend’s music.

After a little while Louis stopped his playing. “Y’know, maybe you should learn to play the piano,”

Louis’ words made Marlon glance up. “Yeah, well I bet I’d sound pretty shitty compared to you,”

“That's what practice is for. Surprising as it may be, I wasn’t always a piano master. Shocking, I know,”

Louis’ words made Marlon crack a smile. “I think I’ll stick to the guitar, thanks.”

“Well, I’m sure the day you track one down will come soon. With all the wild stuff we’ve found on some of these deadheads, I wouldn’t be surprised if we found one with a guitar,” Louis spun around on his piano bench to look at Marlon.

“That would be the dream. I miss playing guitar,” Marlon tilted his head back with a tired smile. “Well, it's getting late so I should head to bed.”

“Alright,” Louis rose up from his spot to sneak in some final pets for Rosie. He knelt down and whispered conspiratorially to the pitbull. “Make sure he actually gets some sleep, Rosie.”

“Hey, I can hear you,” Marlon looked down at his friends as he placed his hands on his hips.

“Damn, looks like we got caught, Rosie,” Louis’ gaze focused on the pitbull who was panting happily. “Alright, but seriously dude. Don’t push yourself,” Louis’ eyes locked with Marlon’s.

“I won’t,” Marlon smiled reassuringly and was relieved to see that his friend relaxed at those words before standing back up. Marlon continued to look at Louis for a moment before he walked forward and gave him a hug. Louis immediately returned it. The two of them held onto that hug for a moment before Marlon let go. He gave a final smile and wave, wishing Louis goodnight before heading off towards the headmaster’s office.

Marlon slowly walked down the hall, his eyes glancing around at all the graffiti that covered the walls as he walked up the stairs. Today had been a good day. He had been able to give his mind a few moments to get away from all the stress that being the leader brought, but now it was time to focus again.

Marlon glanced back at the music room as the sound of the piano filled the halls once more. He was really glad to have a friend like Louis. No, friend wasn’t the right word. Brother felt more fitting. Even though the world had gone to shit and life could be hell he knew he would always have Louis on his side. With that comforting thought putting Marlon’s heart at ease, he began to climb the stairs again, ready to continue his role as protector of the school.

#twdg #twdg louis #twdg marlon #twdg rosie #marlon rosie brotp #louis marlon brotp #fanfic

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join-the-joywrite · 4 years

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Hamish & Vera soulmate au headcannons

Here's another first words au, but with some key elements suggested by a literal ball of sunshine and a source of incredible joy for me

So anyway, I spent a ridiculous amount of time thinking about this one and whether to do it as a non-magic/knight au or stick somewhat to cannon before finally coming to a decision -- and I'm not even sure it was a good decision sksnsjwn. Geronimo!

You're born with a tattoo on your arm, the first words your soulmate says to you.

Vera's born with her arm bare. After searching the rest of her, the midwife confirmed that no, the baby girl has no markings at all, no shrunken words that will grow to readable when she grows, no hidden words tattooed where everyone else's wasn't. It was believed that perhaps her soulmate hadn't been born as yet. That happened, right? Soulmates could change, right? It didn't mean she'd be alone for the rest of her life, right?

Vera grew up with the lack of a soulmate being a key factor to how people saw her. Other kids didn't bother with her because who wants to be friends with the girl who doesn't even have a soulmate? Vera hardens up from a very young age, pissed at everyone around her for trying to dictate her life and her choices around a stupid tattoo.

So what if she didn't have a single word etched on her body? It wasn't going to stop her from living a full and happy life. Vera's happy little life is shattered the day she tells her boyfriend she's pregnant and she never hears from him again.

But that's okay. It's not like he was her soulmate, the one person who was supposed to be with her no matter what. It's okay. She'll be fine. She'll manage.

Vera's very last bits of positivity and hope dies with her daughter. The world sucks and everyhting in it sucks worse. Bitterness starts to grow, from being born with her skin bare to realising that she was going to have to look out for herself always. Alone.

If she can't have people and love in her life, she's going to have a name and money. So she goes after it like a moth to a flame. She throws everything that she is into her studies, makes sure she gets all the right grades. She studies people, too. She knows when to smile, when to laugh, when to tear up. She knows what to do to get reactions she wants.

Vera learns how to dominate a conversation and she knows how to always seem like the most intelligent person in the room. She's yet to meet anyone who sees through her pretty lies.

Hamish is young. He's planned to get into law and he's convinced he's going to be the best out there. The only thing he's not certain about is the fact that the words on his wrist reads "oh shit-fuck you're sorry I'm hot"

He's hoping it's a misunderstanding of some kind.

It's his second or third month on campus and he's walking with his nose in a textbook when he collides with another book-sniffer, only Hamish meets the ground and decides to lay there for a minute.

The girl he bumped into quickly starts mumbling curses to herself as she gathers up her book, then his. "Oh, shit-fuck," she says when she realises he's still laying on the floor. He squints in the sunlight. "You're sorry, I'm hot."

There is a brief pause. "I mean! I'm sorry, you're hot! Wait, that's not much better."

Hamish laughs. "That -- that makes a lot of sense."

"Wut?"

Hamish accepts her hand up and shows her his wrist. She gets excited when she realises it. She starts talking about how she's wondered for so long what the hell could've possibly been said to warrant the words on her wrist.

A minute and a half later she realises she hasn't actually introduced herself yet.

It's a few months later, maybe four or five, when Hamish visits Cassie at the den instead of the usual places -- the bar, the grounds, his apartment, her dorm, even a few classes. The guy she's staying with, Nico, introduces himself as Cassie's brother.

"I didn't know you had a brother." "I don't. He just drinks my beer and passes out somewhere in here. Anyway, Nico, this is Hamish."

"So, you're the little shit that's got all my sister's attention." "I would hope so."

Nico takes to Hamish immediately. He thinks Hamish is hilarious and a really great person. Nico pressures Cassie into telling Hamish about the Knights. Eventually, she chooses to listen and the two of them take Hamish down to the hide locker.

"There's three hides in there. Silverback, Tundra, and Greybeard. Good luck."

Tundra's the one that chooses Hamish and it just feels so wonderful to have a family -- a pack.

Nico is the first to die. Cassie is devastated. Even Hamish, who'd only known Nico a month, maybe two at best, is struck hard by it. Nico goes out protecting the pack -- as Midnight often does.

For a long time, it's just Cassie and Hamish. The den gets really quiet and on those days, they sit just as quiet, lost in their thoughts. Cassie rarely ever speaks to anyone but Hamish. He's the only person that could even begin to understand how she feels about losing Nico. Despite all her talk, she loved him as one loves family.

It's almost a year later when Hamish becomes the only Knight.

Hamish stops talking. He never asks questions in class anymore. He never answers any either. Cassie was his whole world. He loved her more than anything or anyone in his life. He should have been there. But she'd wanted to go alone. She said she could handle it. She couldn't and Hamish sat alone, toasting to Cassie's life by himself as he looked at the lockers.

Do you know that feeling when you're just so fucking hurt and sad, that even opening your mouth to breathe is exhausting? It takes so much energy to speak. Why even speak? Who's going to listen? Do you know that hollow feeling after you've cried for what feels like hours? That emptiness that follows when you realise that what you had is truly gone and you are never going to get it back?

Hamish hasn't felt any different since Cassie died.

Hamish doesn't look at his wrist anymore. He's certain by now the words have faded. He can't look because looking means he'll see the blank wrist and seeing his blank wrist means Cassie is really truly gone.

Hamish drops out of law school and picks up something else. Something that requires less talking. Somewhen along the line, a TA position for a lecturer of his opens up. Hamish ignores it.

Hamish has been at Belgrave for three years and Vera for seven when they finally collide. Literally. Hamish recognises her. She's some super smart final year student or something. He's pretty sure she's trying to take over the university and he's pretty sure no one's going to get in the way trying to stop her.

He means to apologise but like every other opportunity he's faced with, the words don't make it past his throat.

"Fuck this bullshit," Vera says to herself before deciding she wants to relax on the grass for just a moment. The busy life can wait a while. She glances at the tower of a man. "Don't make me look like an idiot, get down here."

Hamish doesn't know why he sits. But when he does, he realises it's quite peaceful.

"You're not much of a talker, are you?" Hamish shakes his head. "Can't or won't?"

Hamish opens his mouth slightly, inhales, then closes his mouth. He turns his head the other way.

"Won't, I see. That's fine. Some quiet is welcome."

They lay on the grass for a few minutes, avoiding the sun in the shade of a large tree. The grass is soft, the air is light, the shade is cool. For the first time in what feels like forever, both of them feel peaceful.

"This is nice." Hamish nods. "I'd love to do it again. Here." Hamish frowns at the phone she hands him. "Put your number in. Even if you won't talk, I'm sure you can text, right?"

Hamish nods slowly.

Three days later, he gets a message: I need to rest but there are too many other students and I don't want to look like a lonely loser. Followed by a location link.

They lay on the grass until Hamish has to go to class.

Hamish doesn't visit the bar anymore because he can't go in there without seeing Cassie and Nico. Both are equally bad. He didn't deserve Nico's sacrifice. He was supposed to look after Cassie for Nico. Vera doesn't visit the bar because there are too many people in there and she'd really rather not get distracted by another breathing thing.

But she goes to the library and there's Hamish, sitting alone, head in a book. Vera takes the books she needs and sits across him. She doesn't say thing. She doesn't need to. Hamish usually drowns out the sounds in the library, but theres something soothing about the rhythmic clacking of the keys on Vera's laptop and the odd turn of a page when she pays attention to the book beside it.

It's almost thirty minutes later when she nudges his foot under the table and turns the laptop to him. In a bright pink font at the top of her essay is: Check for me, please?

Hamish can't help the small grin of amusement as he sets his book down and pulls the laptop towards him. Vera reaches over and pages through Hamish's book, making sure not to loose his bookmark.

They do this often. So often, that they've learnt each other's schedules without even realising. Sometimes Vera will go to that spot under the tree and pull out her phone to text Hamish, only to already see him approaching. Sometimes Hamish walls into the library wondering if perhaps, he should send Vera a message, but she's already there, working on some assignment or something with a deep frown on her face that vanishes when he sits down.

Hamish is walking Vera to class one day and she says, "You know, for a guy who doesn't talk, you sure find a way to say a lot of things." Hamish is confused because he's literally never said a single word to her. "Ex-girlfriend?" she asks, pointing to Cassie's favourite ring on a chain around his neck. Nico had given it to her for her birthday but he'd got it a size too small so she wore it on a chain. Hamish looks away. Vera studies him. ".... dead . . . girlfriend?"

Hamish nods very slowly.

"Oh. I'm sorry. Hey, have you ever been to a PR Management class? You'll like the lecturer. Come on."

The next time Vera is walking him to his class, he pauses before the door, holding a hand out to her. "Psychology 212, why not?" Vera spends the entire lesson drawing flowers on the back of Hamish's hand.

It's that night, when he's sitting at the den, that he looks at his hand. The flowers are already fading away, but they're so pretty. For the first time in years, he turns his arm over. He kind of hopes to see his wrist blank, because he's starting to really like Vera and he doesn't want to stay hung up on Cassie. It wouldn't be fair to Vera.

His wrist isn't blank. Instead, clear as day, the ink reads: Don't make me look like an idiot, get down here

Hamish's phone rings. Had Vera's name not been flashing, he wouldn't have answered.

"I know you won't say anything but I need someone to talk to. Someone who'll listen." And then Vera tells him about her day. Even if he did plan to respond, Vera didn't even pause for a breather. She tells him about this stupid professor that was hitting on her and she tells him how she thought about kicking him in the nuts but the classroom still had a few other students and she didn't want to gain a violent reputation. She tells him about how she went to the library to study but some fucker stole her desk. She tells him all sorts of trivial things. And then she starts. She's tired. She's exhausted. Not to mention, being in the Order is hard work and that's the one thing she's not going to tell Hamish about. She doesn't want that sweet innocent boy tangled up in the Order's drama and danger. But she tells him how everything else is weighing on her and she's set impossibly high standards for herself and people expect her to meet them and she's just tired. "I'm going to send you an address. Please come."

When Hamish ultimately decides to go, he isn't sure what to expect, but it certainly isn't five boxes of pizza, four two-litre bottles of soda, two wine bottles, and a list of three movies to choose from.

"I'm breaking up with my degree" Vera says when she answers the door. Hamish nods. Yeah, he can see that. Hamish doesn't think he's ever seen Vera in sweats and with her hair untidy. "You gonna help me eat all this or stand in the doorway forever?"

They end up watching all three movies. Vera says she'll clean up when the sun comes up. She burrows into her blanket and curls up against Hamish. "As far as first dates go, this was kinda nice."

Everything gets easier. They know where to find each other. Vera's even learnt to speak Hamish. She says she's naming the language after him because no one else can speak with the strange gestures and eye movements. Hamish thinks she's adorable.

In the second semester, they share a class. Hamish is taking it for the degree he's currently doing and Vera's taking it for credits and because Hamish is. They cheated on almost that entire exam because no one realised they were communicating.

It's a quiet day on Vera's couch when Hamish shows her his wrist. "Isn't that what I said when. . ."

Vera shows him her bare wrist. He kisses her forehead and pulls her close. She smiles. It doesn't bother him.

She tells him about her daughter one day. She doesn't even need him to say anything. Just knowing that he's still sitting with her, still holding on to her, is enough.

They're watching some movie. Well, neither of them are actually watching it. Hamish has Vera in his lap, his chin on her shoulder. Both are watching Vera's thumb make small circles on her bare wrist. Hamish kisses her cheek. The first words out his mouth since Cassie are a soft whisper against Vera's ear. "I love you."

And Vera watches the words ink themselves into her wrist, clear as day. It wasn't that she didn't have a soulmate. It was just that hers didn't speak. Until now. She turns halfway to kiss him. "I love you, too."

And we're going to stop there because the next bit is cannon territory and we all know I'll probably handle that with angst :)

Part 2

@gingersimasnapsandvermishthings I kinda got u sis

See the other soulmate aus that kept me awake at night until I wrote them down

#hamish x vera #hamish duke #vera stone #vermish #the order #the hermetic order of the blue rose #the knights of st christopher #the knights of the blue rose #the knights of saint christopher #netflix #soulmate au #soulmates #please just give me the soulmate au i want

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt.30

Lance was wallowing. His stomach hurt, he’d run out of snacks, though they hadn’t been a smart idea, and the TV remote was out of reach. Blue had bitten his toes when the blanket had slipped off his feet, and Keith wouldn’t take care of him because Lance refused to admit he needed his help. Thanks to his dumb mouth, he’d blundered. He’d kissed Keith. He didn’t remember it. His first kiss and he didn’t remember it. He remembered everything, but he didn’t remember that. Hearing the vacuum turn on, he dragged his blanket over his head. He wasn’t even allowed to wallow in peace. Now he had blood coming out of places blood wasn’t supposed to come out of. He was stuck permanently semi horny, and he smelt like someone had dumped potpourri over his head. The weekend was upon them, again, and that mean Pidge and Hunk would be making an appearance. Further interrupting his wallowing. He’d locked himself away to spare Keith how sick he felt, but stupid Keith had to worry and he had to go be happy he had someone to worry over him. As the vacuum cleaner drew closer, Lance groaned his annoyance its loud noise, he groaned again as his wallowing was interrupted by Keith pulled the blanket off from over his head as he stepped on the power button, cutting the obnoxious noise

“What was that for?”

“Just making sure you hadn’t permanently expired”

“I’m wallowing”

“I noticed”

With a huff, Lance pulled the blanket back over his head

“I’m allowed to wallow. It hurts”

“I didn’t say you weren’t, but try to shower today, before you start going mouldy”

Keith turned the vacuum back on, Lance hissing at the blasted appliance. If Keith had to clean, then he could at least use a broom, or a carpet sweeper, something that didn’t sound like the hordes of hell stabbing at his ears with their screaming wails. And who was Keith to imply he was going mouldy? He’d had a shower that morning, not that it helped with the cramping or the smell. He did have some pride left. It wasn’t very much, but seeing Keith was acting like their whole screaming match didn’t happen, Lance was following his lead.

Lance got exactly 5 minutes peace between the vacuum turning off and the doorbell ringing. Keith dropping Blue on his head when Lance made no motion of coming out. Clawed by Blue, Lance’s face was used as a jumping pad, his precious baby running away without so much as a lick or a purr. Blue wasn’t getting any wet food until she started loving him again. Listening to Keith walk through the house, Lance tried to cover his head with the couch cushion, but the damn thing was sewn in, leaving him only covered by his blanket.

“‘sup, loser?”

“Hey, Pidge. Hey, Hunk. Come on in, Lance is in the living room”

There was the sound of running feet before Lance was crushed by Pidge sitting on him

“You’re sofas too hard. You should get a new one”

Wiggling her butt, Lance groaned. Of all the place she could have sat, it was on his side, weight irritating his sore stomach

“We all know the lump is Lance. He’s wallowing”

“Oh no. Don’t tell me one of his shows finished? One time he didn’t move for like a week because he didn’t like the ending”

“He’s had the shits all day. You might not want to squash him too much”

Keith could go fuck himself. Lance would have a spun a much better lie if their positions had been reversed

“Ew! Dude, that’s way TMI. Maybe it’s genetic, I hear diarrhoea runs in your jeans”

Hunk groaned at Pidge. Keith, the arsehole, snorted

“I wonder if you’ll find it funny if you squash it out of him”

“Yuck! No thanks”

When Pidge climbed off of him, the gremlin lifted his feet and sat herself down in the opposite corner. Pulling the blanket down to his chin, he pouted at his friend

“I’d still love you. Despite the shit you do”

“I’d love you too, but if you actually crap yourself, I’m never letting you live it down”

“Says you. I still have very vivid memories of a certain blue top...”

A certain blue top that Pidge had managed to cover in vomit as she argued with a taxi driver about some mathematical term that Lance didn’t get, because she’d been too drunk and kept mixing equations. Thankfully they were outside the taxi, Lance paying for the ride, while tipping the man generously as he apologised profusely over Pidge

“Shut up. I was drunk”

“Very. Very, very, drunk. I seem to remember that night you learned that lollywater and beer didn’t mix”

“It was so green”

The same shade as radiator coolant. Blueberry vodka did not go well with beer at all. Poor Pidge had burst into tears, Lance carrying her home and cleaning her up so Hunk wouldn’t have to

“It was. I’m wallowing because I can. What brings you guys over?”

“It’s the weekend. You promised you’d come with us to a certain pub”

Fuck him and his past self making stupid, unreasonable, promises

“I don’t remember that”

“You said we couldn’t go to the mine. Apparently some tourist was checking things out and found the door open. The stupid council has welded it shut now”

“Thank god for that”

Pidge poked him in the leg

“That tourist wouldn’t be you, would it?”

Yep. He was that tourist. The tourist that nearly lost a dog down there. Keith wasn’t a dog, but he did have aspects of being an oversized puppy. And he had followed him down the mine despite the fact he really could have gotten lost

“Nope. They probably went past the cemetery just to see what was there and saw the door open”

“Wankers”

Shuffling over to him, Hunk sat carefully on the arm of the chair

“Dude, how are you sick again?”

“Keith cooked and poisoned me”

Pidge laughed

“Oh man, that’s what happens when you leave two men in a house together. What he did make?”

“There was egg and vegetables with extra egg shell and burnt bits”

Pidge giggled. Lance had cooked dinner last night, this was all about him getting revenge on Keith

“Damn, he’s worse than me”

Hunk didn’t believe him. His best friend staring down at him. Great, he was worrying, Lance wished he had a way too soothe Hunk that wasn’t the truth

“Man, why didn’t you tell us? We would have been over sooner to help out”

“Keith’s doing all the house work in apology. Not the first time I’ve had food poisoning... it was better than some of the other things he’s tried to feed me. He tried to give me meat so rare that it was bleeding”

Hunk wrinkled his nose, knowing Keith wouldn’t have taken the proper precautions for handing raw meat

“I could have made meals for you”

Lance wriggled down as he pulled his blanket tighter

“I’ll be fiiiiine, buddy. Plus, Keith’s been working hard. He’s already vacuumed and done two loads of washing, oh, and he’s been picking on me. He’s on a roll”

“I might be on a roll, but you need to roll your arse off that sofa and go shower. You stink”

Keith sounded annoyed with him. Lance was looking at Hunk so he didn’t have to look at Keith and deal with the whole kiss thing

“Your face stinks. I had a shower this morning”

“Was that before or after you decided to wallow?”

“During. Besides, I’m totally allowed to. I’ve run out of things to watch”

“Then get off the couch and get ready so we can goooooooo”

Pidge poked his leg again, Lance really not feeling like leaving his precious house, but for his friends, he would

“Fiiiiiiine. Don’t let me wallow then”

“TV shows are hardly a good enough reason to be wallowing at it is”

“Says you”

Pidge had done some pretty bad wallowing each and every time a show she was watching ended the way she wanted

“Stop being dramatic and get ready, already”

Changing clothes meant finding something to wear that wouldn’t be too tight against his tender lower belly. Dragging himself off the couch had been enough effort as it was. The shirt part was fine. Not to brag, but he did pull most things off rather effortlessly. A light blue half sleeved button up lay on his bed, as he walked around in his boxer briefs. Seeing he was going out, he wanted to look good. But if he looked too good, then Pidge would tease him about Keith. Lance’s step faltered at the thought of Keith. They’d yelled at each other they wouldn’t mind kissing each other and Lance couldn’t take it back... Big, dumb, stupid, emo Keith. His enemy... who wanted to kiss him. He didn’t know how to kiss people... he didn’t even know how to do what people did next... Did Keith want to date him? But Keith would be leaving soon and he’d probably do his damn best to forget all about their time together... but Matt was moving in, and Shiro was Matt’s best friend... which probably meant Shiro would wanna come visit Matt... or at least talk to him... which kept open that connection to Keith... and... fuck... he didn’t know what to do about that. He liked Keith. He was pretty sure going around in circles the way he was, had to mean the he liked Keith and his dumb mullet. He didn’t want to like Keith. He’d spent his whole life running away from liking people. Especially humans. Humans were so complex... and a constant reminder he was on the outside... Keith was warm... soft... and so very much alive. The hunter deserved a warm loving family after all he’d been through. Lance was barely warm, and his perpetual tiredness left him not overly loving when it came to people who weren’t in his immediate friend circle.

“Lance? You okay, or you having some kind malfunction?”

Lance looked to Keith. Why’d the idiot have to come annoy him in his room... when he was...

“Close your eyes!”

Covering his already covered junk, Lance was mortified

“Relax, you big baby. You’ve got nothing I haven’t seen before”

“Pervert. What are you doing up here? Why are you watching me get dressed?”

“Because you’re taking forever, so Pidge told me I had to come get you. You haven’t even got pants on yet”

“No shit. I’m trying to decide what to wear. Not everyone’s wardrobe consists of black on black”

Keith shrugged

“Black’s my colour. Besides, I’m wearing what Coran gave me to wear. What’s your excuse?”

“I don’t want to look too good, or Pidge will tease me”

“Then put some jeans on”

“I don’t want to wear jeans”

“Why not?”

“Because my stomach hurts. Or did you miss the whole reason for my wallowing?”

“Honestly, I was starting to wonder if you were trying to milk free housework for as long as possible”

Lance abandoned covering his junk in favour of crossing his arms

“You’re the one who told them I had the shits”

“I’m sorry? What else was I supposed to say?”

“That I’m lazy and was taking a nap?”

“I’ll remember that for next time. Did you at least shower?”

“I already showered this morning”

“And I’m telling you, you need to shower again. You smell really sweet”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed”

Keith opened his mouth before realising Lance was being sarcastic

“You’re a douche”

“And you’re a dick”

“Just put some damn pants on. Whatever you pick will look fine”

“I don’t want to look fine, I want to look good”

Keith groaned at him, covering his face with his hand as he shook his head

“You just said you didn’t want to look good”

“Yeah, well... whatever. Now go away so I can get dressed without you perving on my body”

“You wish I was perving”

“That’s beside the point”

Neither of them spoke for a moment. Keith making the first move by walking away from Lance’s open door. What was he doing?! Why was he flirting with Keith? He didn’t want to flirt with Keith! He wanted to be embarrassed over being seen in his underwear, instead his brain decided he need to blurt out a stupid line like that. Keith was right. He was definitely malfunctioning...

In Keith’s opinion Lance should still be resting. The vampire had dragged his feet since climbing off the couch. So Keith had volunteered to check on him when hadn’t come back downstairs after 10 minutes had passed. A very long ten minutes at that. Hunk was cranky with him for accidentally poisoning Lance when Lance was finally on the mend. Pidge was cranky that the council had sealed up the mine. Keith was cranky because he was stuck in a house of cranky people.

Piling into Hunk’s car, Lance called shot gun, the hunter having the feeling that Lance was back to avoiding him all over again. Now Keith might be backwards on social cues, but Lance had definitely flirted with him more than once. He wanted him to kiss him, and at this point, Keith would happily kiss Lance if meant this awkwardness would fuck off already. Sure, it might take some liquid courage, but it wasn’t like they weren’t headed to a pub, and it wasn’t like he didn’t have his bank card in his pocket. Pidge was all for exploring now they’d been granted access, while Keith was simply happy over being able to buy his own drinks. He was in the mood to drink this situation under the table and deal with it like any respectable adult would, kiss Lance, then have everything go back to normal. That was it. That was his whole plan, but given his company for the night, he really shouldn’t have planned on it being that simple.

Reaching the pub, the party was already underway. Pidge pushing through the flock of people to reach the bar, where she impatiently waited for service. Hunk was a little more nervous about it all, and Lance seemed very focused on his showed instead of watching where he was going. Taking Lance by the arm, Keith guided him away from their friends, worried Lance really wasn’t up for tonight at all

“What... what are we doing away from Pidge and Hunk?”

Lance blinked at his surrounds like he hadn’t noticed the pub was full

“I wanted to talk to you first. You seem pretty out of it”

“I’m fine, Mullet”

“Bullshit. Look, if you’re not up to this, we can go”

“And leave the pair of them alone? I think not”

“You’re still sick”

“And I’m fine. I mean, I can’t change what’s happening. So I might as well be here where I can help”

“You’re no good if you’re the one who collapses”

“I said I’m fine. God. Get off my back already”

“I’m worried about you”

“Worry about yourself. I’ll be fine. I don’t need your pity, Keith”

Keith wasn’t aware that he was “pitying” Lance. He thought he was going down the whole route of friendship and worrying about a friend. Angry at him, Lance squarely bumped into his shoulder as he marched past him. Well, fuck him. If Lance was going to be a moody bitch, then Keith was going to mind his own business, starting with getting himself a large drink of something strongly alcoholic.

Pidge derailed that plan before he even got to order

“Keith, finally. I know you’re not a people person, but we were waiting for you”

“I was talking to Lance...”

“Yet Lance still joined us before you did. Are you ready? They said we can’t film in the pub, but once we’re in the tunnels it’s fine”

“Or I could stay up here while you poke around down... never mind”

His choice was made by Lance stepping on his boot to shut him up. If Lance didn’t want him worrying, then shouldn’t he be all for leaving Keith up here?”

“Damn straight, “never mind”. We explore, then we do some serious drinking to celebrate. I’ve been trying to get into this place for years”

Great... Pidge and Hunk were going to get wasted. The tunnels were going to be cold and dusty... nothing like what they’d found down in the mine. That’d been... that’d been something special down there. Him and Lance, laying eyes on a sight no one around had seen... Kind of like a secret moment in a secret place... Not under a local pub where they couldn’t take their time and be themselves. Maybe that was why Lance was keeping him at an arms distance? Afraid Keith would dob them in over their own little adventure? Nah. Lance should know that was a moment just for themselves. Keith wasn’t in any hurry to piss Pidge off. Nor to have her and Hunk asking a million questions, though in Hunk’s case it was more likely he’d be telling them off for being reckless. Which meant everything came back to Lance flirting and feeling guilty for doing so. Something he couldn’t exactly fix... or... maybe he was being conceited by thinking that it related to him at all? Maybe it was Lance acting out, out of fear of what his body was becoming? Sure, Keith’s body might not be changing like Lance’s, but there had been a distinct change in him. Wondering what kind of things he’d say to Lance. Wondering what kind of expressions he was making as Lance talked to him. Wondering if he’d able to forget Lance as easily as Lance seemed to think he would. Everything came back to Lance. He didn’t want to hurt Lance. Not physically and not emotionally. He hated that Lance was a vampire, because Lance made him think of Adam, but Lance was Lance. He wasn’t Adam. Why did all of this have to be so hard? Was it his fault? Was he making it hard for Lance? Was it the blood thing? He’d stopped offering, but the offer still stood. He just... he wanted his friend back... and not to be snooping around in abandoned tunnels when said friend wasn’t alright.

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justcallmefox89 · 4 years

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Truth or Dare Part 6 - Mammon’s Ending

Arianthi has to make an impossible choice and Mammon reveals some long held secrets.

Written from the perspective of my female OC Arianthi.

NSFW - soft break up sex

TWs - discussion of eating disorders and manipulative relationships.

Mood Playlist:

LP - When We’re High LP - Lost on You LP - Other People LP - Forever for Now Hozier - Like Real People Do

Mammon’s kiss is rough and insistent, nothing like Diavolo’s gentle caresses. I can feel my lips bruising beneath his as he claims my mouth. His teeth nip at my lower lip and when I gasp he takes advantage of the opening and flicks his tongue against mine. It’s like he’s trying to erase every kiss Diavolo has ever given me and replace it with his own.

I squirm against his hold, trying to break away from him, but his grip on my arms is like a vise. I twist my head away from his. “Mammon!”

He doesn’t seem to hear me as his lips work their way down to my neck and he gives me a sharp bite.

“Mammon let me go! You’re hurting me!”

With those words it’s like a flip has been switched and Mammon instantly releases me. We break away from each other, breathing hard. Mammon stares at me in horror, taking in my swollen lips and the blood beading up on the bite mark he left on me.

“Oh my god.....oh fuck.” Mammon’s hands are shaking and there are tears falling down his cheeks. He reaches out towards me hesitantly.

“Oh fuck, I am so sorry Arianthi......are ya hurt? Did I hurt ya?” Mammon’s voice is trembling. “I hurt ya, oh my god.”

Mammon is pale and he looks like he’s going to be sick.

Without thinking I quickly step forward into his arms and embrace him tightly. I rest my head on his chest and rub his back in slow, soothing circles. “It’s ok baby. It’s ok. I’m fine, alright? I’m just fine, don’t worry.”

Mammon rests his forehead against mine. A sudden darkness envelopes me as Mammon wraps his wings around us and we’re encased in a warm cocoon.

“I fucked up didn’t I?”

I don’t reply, I just cup Mammon’s face in my hands, using my thumbs to brush away a few stray tears. He reaches up and mimics my motions; I didn’t even realize I was crying.

“I’m scared Arianthi,” he admits. “So damn scared. I don’t wanna lose ya. You’re the only person who’s ever really.....” He hiccups a little as his sobs deepen. “I don’t know what to do.”

I kiss away his tears slowly, gently, until his breathing slows and his sobs stop.

“Mammon you didn’t fuck up. But we do need to talk about this. About everything that has happened and about what you said.”

He nuzzles his face against my hands and nods. “I know baby. I know we do. Let’s talk about everything. I wanna make this right with ya.”

My D.D.D. starts buzzing in my pocket. Mammon unfolds his wings and steps away so I can answer it. I quickly check the caller I.D.

“Hey Dia,” I answer.

Mammon flinches away from my easy use of the nickname.

“Hey princess. Where are you? I came up to bed and you were gone.”

“I’m at the House of Lamentation.”

Silence.

“Hey Dia, can you give me just a second?”

“Sure. Whatever you need.”

I hold my D.D.D to my shoulder to muffle my conversation and walk over to Mammon. I touch his cheek gently.

“I need to talk to him for a minute, ok? Go to your room and I’ll be right up. We are going to finish this conversation Mammon.”

He eyes me warily.

“I promise, I’ll come back. We’re going to talk.”

He nods reluctantly and shuffles out of the kitchen. I wait until he’s out of sight then I bring my D.D.D. back up to my ear.

“Dia?”

“What’s up princess?”

“I’m going to be here a little longer. I need to have a conversation.”

My stomach clenches with guilt. The idea of doing anything that has the potential to hurt Diavolo makes me want to vomit. But I can’t be in a relationship with him if I’m only half in. He deserves better than that. He deserves someone who loves him with their whole heart. I need to figure things out with Mammon so I can decide on my future with Diavolo.

“Of course. I’m sure your friends have missed you.”

“Can I message you when I’m done so you can come walk me home?”

“Absolutely. I’ll wait up for your message.”

“Bye Dia.”

“Bye princess. See you soon.”

I stand in the kitchen for a moment, debating and hesitating. Then I feel a tug on the silken thread that links Mammon’s heart to mine. My feet follow the sensation and soon I’m standing in front of Mammon’s door.

I slip inside his room and quietly shut the door behind me. Mammon is back in his human form, sitting on the edge of his bed, head in his hands. I pad across the carpet and kneel down in front of him, putting a finger under his chin to tip his head up so he can look at me. I brush some unruly hair out of his eyes and give him a small smile.

His blue eyes are full of shock and surprise. “Ya came back,” he whispers.

“Of course I did. I promised you I would.”

“Nobody’s ever come back before. Not for me.” Mammon bites down hard on his lower lip, eyes darting away from me.

I take his face in my hands to force him to look at me.

“I will always come back for you Mammon. Always. No matter what has happened or where we are, I will come back to you every single time,” I murmur.

He leans his forehead against mine and I close my eyes, enjoying the feel of his warm skin and taking a few seconds to compose myself.

When I feel calmer I climb up onto the bed with him and cross my legs, tugging on his arm so he turns to face me. He adopts a similar pose opposite me and opens his mouth to say something, then hesitates.

“Are ya sure I didn’t hurt ya?”

Unconsciously I rub at the bruises starting to form on my upper arms.

Mammon watches me and his face falls.

“I am so, so sorry,” he whispers, looking miserable.

I take both of his hands in mine. “It’s just a few bruises Mammon. I promise I’ll be fine. And I’m not mad........I just......no more, ok?”

He nods vigorously in agreement. “I’m so sorry Arianthi. For that and everything else.”

I gently squeeze his hands. “Mammon?”

“Hmmm?”

“Did you mean what you said in the kitchen? About loving me?” I try to keep the hope out of my voice, not wanting to talk myself into believing something that might not be true.

“Y-yeah. Yeah I did.” Mammon is flushed pink to the tips of his ears. He looks into my eyes and nods firmly. “I do. I love ya Arianthi.”

His voice breaks a little and he bite down on his lip. “I’ve been in love with ya for so long I don’t remember what it’s like not to love ya.”

A few tears trail down his cheeks.

“I don’t ever wanna to go back to that,” he whispers. “I don’t ever wanna feel that way again......the way my life was before ya were in it.”

“I love you too, Mammon. So, so much,” I whisper softly.

I love this dorky, greedy, touch starved, math whiz, tsundere demon more than anything in the world.

“I know that Diavolo can ........ wait.... what?” His head snaps up and his blue eyes focus on my face.

“Say that again,” he demands.

“I love you,” I say with a wide smile. “I love you Mammon.”

He lunges towards me and presses a sloppy kiss to my lips. He knocks me over and we cling to each other; me giggling while he drops soft kisses all over my face. We eventually calm down, laying on our sides and gazing at each other.

“I can’t believe ya really love me,” Mammon says, twirling a strand of my hair around his finger, his voice filled with wonder.

“Well you better start,” I respond, booping his nose.

He grins and nips at my finger as I draw it back from his nose. Then his face falls; his brow furrows and he chews on his lower lip.

“I’ve missed ya so much,” he whispers. “I never thought I’d see ya in this room again.”

He brings my hand to his lips and kisses my palm, thinking for a moment before he starts speaking.

“Ya scare me,” he finally says. “Ever since the fall I haven’t ever really met anybody that made me feel like I was worth anything. My brothers think I’m a scumbag loser. Everybody treats me like I’m an idiot.”

“I’m not stupid Arianthi. I’m really not,” he says, his voice thick with tears.

“I know you’re not Mammon,” I tell him, rubbing his arm comfortingly. “You’re clever and you’re funny and I’ve never met anyone who is even half as good at math as you are. Human or demon.”

He swallows hard and keeps going. “I’m not sayin’ that there weren’t people around, ‘cuz there were. But they used me..... for money or to get closer to Lucifer or Satan or Asmo.”

His face flushes red with shame and his jaw clenches.

“......for sex,” he finally whispers.

Oh Mammon. My sweet, greedy demon.

My heart breaks for him, breaks at the raw pain in his voice.

“Then you show up.” He shakes his head and huffs out a laugh. “Ya stood up for me. Nobody ever did that before, not even in the Celestial Realm. I’ve always been the fuck up. But ya never treated me like that. And that was real scary. I kept waitin’ for ya to walk away, waitin’ for ya to figure out how worthless I was. Ya never did, and then ya were scary for a bunch of other reasons.”

He gives me a soft smile.

“I was scared about the end of the exchange, about never seein’ ya again. I was scared that I wasn’t special to ya the way I thought I was, and thought maybe I was just makin’ it all up in my head. Then ya kissed me and I was scared because I didn’t know how to make ya mine and I really, really wanted to.”

He leans forwards and gives me the gentlest of kisses.

“You’re scary as hell baby, because ya keep surprisin’ me. Ya keep doin’ all these things nobody has ever done for me, and makin’ me feel all these things that I’ve never felt before. I love the hell out of ya for it though. Ya make me so fuckin’ happy.”

I hug him tightly, kissing his cheek. “You make me happy too Mammon. You have no idea how happy you make me.”

We stay that way for a little while, happy just to cuddle each other.

“Hey Mammon?” I finally whisper.

“Mmmm?”

“I need to talk to you about something.” I pull away from him and sit up.

He sits up too, frowning at me in concern.

“I don’t want there to be any more secrets between us.”

I chew the inside of my cheek anxiously, debating on how to explain it.

“I don’t like how my body looks,” I say hesitantly. “I don’t like how I look specifically because of how much I weigh. It’s not as bad now, but when I was a teenager it was really bad. I got help for it a few years ago when I was 20, and I’ve really improved, but I still have my bad moments.”

Mammon looks worried and confused. “Baby?

“I would make myself throw up,” I admit quietly. “Every time after I ate, whenever I got anxious about my weight....... I got into a really vicious cycle of not eating for as long as I possibly could and then throwing whatever I did eat.”

He takes my hand. “Oh baby.....”

Realization crosses his face as he puts the puzzle pieces together.

“So on your birthday after I said those things, when Luke told us you were sick.....” he trails off, looking heartbroken. He gathers me up in his arms, pulling me onto his lap.

“Baby, please tell me you didn’t......” he whispers.

“I’m sorry,” I say, not meeting his eyes.

“No. Don’t ya dare ever apologize for somethin’ like that.” Mammon hugs me tightly to his chest. “Have ya done it since then?”

I shake my head.

“Good,” Mammon says. “I want ya to tell me when ya start feelin’ like that alright? I’ll get ya help if ya need it. Whatever it takes to get ya better.”

I nod.

“Say it. Promise me.” He raises his eyebrows at me.

“I promise Mammon.”

“Good girl,” he says, planting a kiss on the top of my head.

I giggle and nuzzle into his chest.

“What’s gonna happen now Arianthi? Are ya finally gonna come home?” He looks down at me hopefully.

“I want to,” I tell him. “But only if Lucifer and the others are ok with it. I said some really messed up things the night I left, and I’ve been ignoring everyone since then. They might not want me back.”

“Of course they do. We all miss ya.” He kisses my cheek.

“Well, I’d like to talk to them first and apologize before I just start moving stuff back into my room.”

“Alright. What’s gonna happen with Diavolo once ya move back in?” Mammon asks, looking at me intently.

I hesitate, trying to organize my thoughts. The momentary pause is long enough for Mammon to start spiraling.

“That was stupid. That was fuckin’ stupid of me to even ask. Of course you’re not gonna leave Diavolo for me. He can give ya anything ya could every want. He’s a goddamn prince and I’m just.......... me,” he whispers softly. “Just Lucifer’s loser scumbag little brother.”

I quickly throw my arms around him.

“Mammon, listen to me.” I give him a soft kiss. “None of that is true. None of it. I want to be with you.”

“For real?” He asks, shocked.

“For real, for real,” I reply, smiling.

He grins back at me. “Holy shit. I can’t believe it.”

I nuzzle my nose against his. “Better start believing it mister. You’re the only demon for me.”

He laughs in delight, holding me close.

“Mammon?” I eventually whisper.

“Hmmmm? What’s up baby?”

“I need to leave soon.”

“Nah, you’re stayin’ here with me tonight.” He smiles and lays back on the mattress, pulling me down with him.

“I need to go back to the castle tonight.”

He scowls at me. “What? Why?’’

He’s feeling greedy, and now he’s getting irritated because he can’t have what he’s greedy for; me.

I hold his hand, rubbing small circles on his palm with my thumb. “I need to talk to Diavolo. I have to explain things to him.”

He pulls away from me, frowning.

“I know you don’t like it but I really do need to explain things to him in person. He’s been so kind to me Mammon, he deserves that much.” I look into his eyes, begging him to understand.

He sighs then wraps his arms around me.

“Alright, go on and do what ya need to do. Tonight he gets ya one last time. But tomorrow you’re all mine,” he mutters gruffly.

I hold him close, knowing how much it costs him to do this, and loving him even more for it.

“I’ll come back in the morning and we’ll talk to Lucifer and the others. We’ll tell them we’re together and that I want to come back.”

Mammon looks at me uncertainly.

“I will be back in the morning Mammon. I promise.”

“Ok,” he finally says, doubt still written all over his face.

He gives me one last kiss and I leave, messaging Diavolo as I walk to the front door. Diavolo meets me outside a little later, automatically putting an arm around my shoulders and pulling me close to shield me from the chill of the Devildom night air.

The walk back to the castle is silent, and neither one of us speaks until we’re safely shut into our bedroom. Diavolo sits in one of the arm chairs, pulling me into his lap. He nuzzles his head into my neck.

“When are you moving back?” He finally asks me, voice low and soft.

I rest my cheek on top of his head. “Tomorrow.”

His arms tighten around me and he lets out an unhappy laugh. “Is it arrogant of me to say that I thought you wouldn’t go back to him? That I thought if I just made you happy enough you’d stay?”

“Of course it’s not,” I tell him, holding him close. “But you deserve someone who can love you with their whole heart Dia. Not just whatever random broken pieces they have left.”

He gives me a small, sad smile. “Would it be pathetic to admit I’m willing to accept whatever you’re willing to give me as long as you just stay?”

“Oh Dia, you should never settle for something like that. You deserve so much more. You deserve someone who is all in.” I tear up.

I hate this. I hate everything about this.

We sit quietly until Diavolo asks, “Would it..... would you ever consider being with both of us?”

I pause, thinking for a moment. “I can’t Dia. If things were different, if it was anyone other than Mammon ............ then I think maybe I could. But I can’t do that with him. Not now.”

He bites his lip and nods.

“I’ll have Barbatos pack your things and send them to the House of Lamentation first thing in the morning.” He pauses, hesitating. “May I ask you for one last thing princess?”

“Anything.”

“Let me make love to you one last time?” He asks softly.

I take his hand and lead him over to the bed. We undress each other slowly, gently worshiping each bit of newly bared skin. He softly presses me down into the mattress and kisses me, lips and tongue soft and teasing. I whimper with desire as his calloused hands skim over my body, each touch a loving caress.

He looks into my eyes as he thrusts into me, holding me tight when I arch up against him. This sex is different from anything else we’ve ever done. Our sex has been rough, experimental, playful, and everything in between, but this is slow, deliberate, sensual. Diavolo uses each thrust of his cock to draw out our pleasure, each of his kisses meticulously placed against my skin and lips.

We cum together, whimpering as we come down from our shared high. He kisses me one last time then pulls me against his chest, curling his body around mine.

“I love you,” he whispers.

I bring his hand up to my lips and drop a soft kiss against his knuckles. His breathing turns slow and steady and I drift off to sleep, lulled by the sound of his heartbeat.

I wake up before Diavolo, dressing quickly and trying to stay quiet.

I want to leave before he wakes up. It will be easier for both of us that way.

I brush his hair back from his forehead, giving him a soft kiss.

“Bye Dia,” I whisper.

I walk slowly to the House of Lamentation, breathing in the crisp morning air. I hesitate at the front door, then call Mammon.

“What?” He mumbles.

“Mammon? Can you come let me in? I’m outside.”

“Y-y-yeah, give me just a second.”

Mammon opens the front door less than a minute later, breathing hard and a huge smile on his face. His hair is messy, eyes still heavy with sleep, and he’s shirtless, wearing only a pair of grey sweats.

He grabs me and picks me up, spinning me around in a circle and laughing. He sets me down and leans his forehead against mine, blue eyes bright with happiness.

“Ya came back,” he whispers. “Ya really came back.”

“I promised you I would.”

He gives me a long, sweet kiss. I can feel his smile against my lips as he says, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too Mammon.”

“Hello Arianthi.”

Mammon and I spring apart as Lucifer looks at us from the doorway. He pushes the door open a little wider, crimson eyes studying us intently.

“Why don’t the two of you come inside so we can talk? I feel like there are a few things I need to be updated on.”

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badacts · 4 years

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crack in the ceiling/where the light bleeds in

Jason has a problem. Tim solves it because that’s his job in this family. Also on ao3.

The effects of the Lazarus Pit don’t last forever. Just ask Ra’s.

The thing is, Jason thought that might be a problem he’d have to deal with later. Like, ‘towards the end of a natural human lifespan’ later, in the event that he reached old age in his round two at all. Instead, he’s twenty-four, and he’s pretty sure he’s dying.

Or worse, not dying. It wasn’t, after all, the Lazarus Pit that brought him back to life. It just restored the function of his brain and everything that makes him himself along with it. Which he now seems to be losing.

So far, the extent of his problem-solving has been some quiet questions about the Lazarus Pits that still exist and also determinedly not saying anything to any of the bats. Of course, keeping it on the down-low from them precludes acting crazy in front of them.

Which is why, when the becoming-familiar need to puke comes over him while he’s working a case with Nightwing, he bolts.

“The hell?” he hears from behind him. “Red Hood!”

Jason ignores him, rapidly regressing from ‘feared vigilante’ to ‘scared animal’. By now, he knows the drill: first, the faint roll of nausea, followed by confusion, and then the visual hallucinations. Sometimes he hears shit, too. Then it’s followed last of all by the pain of his brain trying determinedly to break itself apart.

Pain is just electrical impulses. A reaction of the body - just the workings of fancy machinery, or maybe fancy meat. It’s the other stuff that scares the shit out of him. Particularly the shivering loss of control.

He can’t afford it. He can’t ever, ever afford to lose control.

He goes to one of his quieter places, with the entrance through a slanted skylight on the roof. His hands feel a thousand miles from his head as he fumbles through setting the security system. His vision is sparking, bubbles of light bursting and then dimming again too slowly.

The sliver of rational thought left to him wonders if this time will be the one he can’t come back from, but the rest of him is consumed by the need to get somewhere dark and quiet and just wait. He takes off his boots and the too-heavy outer layers that are chafing at his skin and setting his nerves on fire. Once he’s mostly stripped down, he lowers himself cautiously onto the mattress in his windowless bedroom.

In the dark, with his eyes closed, it’s almost like having a stomach bug, if he discounts the sense of impending doom. He breathes, and breathes, and determinedly doesn’t lose it.

He wakes with a start when the lights come on overhead. He makes the mistake of opening his eyes, and the resultant bolt of pain drags a sound disturbingly close to a whine from between his teeth.

“Fuck,” someone says, too loud. “Jason?”

Jason doesn’t reply, forcing an arm up to cover his eyes. The return of the darkness helps, but it also makes him aware that he’s breathing too fast. He wishes he could stop: it hurts.

“Photosensitivity,” Tim says more quietly, either narrating the work his big brain is doing, or, in a more likely scenario, telling the others exactly what’s wrong with Jason. “Rapid respiration. Nausea, if I had to guess.”

Fingers ghost over his brow, and then prod less gently at his chest and abdomen. He flinches away from the touch to his belly. “ Don’t .”

“Diffuse abdo pain,” Tim says. “Don’t touch? Sorry. I’ll keep my hands to myself.”

He sounds awfully relaxed, for someone who’s in danger. Jason remembers vividly before - Tim underneath him, breathing blood, and the sick and overwhelming sense of victory that he had won out over his replacement. Not caring that the kid under him might die. Hoping for it.

He can’t blame the Pit for his thoughts, not really, but it can take some of the responsibility for his lack of inhibitions, control and morality. These days, he’s pretty happy that Tim Drake is alive and kicking. He really, really doesn’t want to be one to put him in a grave.

“Go away,” Jason grits out. Each muscle in his jaw feels like high-tensile wire.

“One moment,” Tim says, followed by the distinctive click of an earpiece being muted. “I’m not going anywhere, Jay.”

The desperation sweeps over him like a tide. Thirty seconds ago, he couldn’t have imagined moving. Now, he forces through that and lunges at Tim.

Then he’s face down on the floor and retching, not quite sure how he got there. His head -

“Easy,” Tim is crooning, like he might have been going for a while. It has to be a tone he learned direct from Dick. “Yes, thank you, B. That’s very helpful.” And that tone is the result of years of dealing with Batman. “ Yes, B.”

There are fingers at Jason’s sleeve then, pushing it up, and then a pinprick in Jason’s arm. Tim says, “Ondansetron administered. Give it a minute.”

Jason lies there, trying not to inhale his own sour breath, feeling the right side of his head throb in time with his heart, until his stomach actually starts to settle. It feels like fifty years - with his metabolism, it’s probably more like ten minutes. He empties a sigh into his floorboards.

“There you go,” Tim says. He sounds like he’s talking to the victim of a violent crime, not Jason. “I’m going to help you back onto the bed, okay?”

His hands wrap around Jason’s forearms, and he starts to pull Jason up. But wiry muscle aside, one hundred and fifty-some pounds of Tim doesn’t have a hope of moving Jason if he doesn’t want to be moved. And he doesn’t.

“...or not,” Tim says, and capitulates by settling a blanket over Jason - being careful to avoid trapping his arms - and then raising his head to settle a pillow underneath it. It’s not much movement, but it still makes stars go off behind Jason’s closed eyelids. He bites back another groan.

“Your head hurts, huh?” Tim asks, because he’s some kind of detective or something. Jason would roll his eyes if he could. “Have you been knocked out recently?”

“No,” Jason says, and then a fragment of his familiar refrain: “Helmet.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Tim’s definitely rolling his eyes. “What does it feel like? The pain?”

Jason presses his fingers into his right eye socket. Then he flicks them out to mime an explosion. “Throbs.”

He doesn’t need to see Tim to hear his metaphorical ears prick up. “Oh, shit. Did you see things, before it started to hurt?”

“Lights,” Jason admits. It’s less creepy than admitting that he also hears bubbling like boiling water, on and off, just quiet enough he can almost ignore it right before the pain kicks in. “They’re green.”

“Good,” Tim says, which absolutely wasn’t the response Jason expected. There’s more rustling, and then Tim says, “Little prick.”

“Fuck you,” Jason replies, letting Tim stick him with another needle, and then, when Tim snorts, “D’you have to do the clinic run too?” That was something he did once or twice when Bruce felt he needed the education - assisting Leslie at the clinic. Nothing makes you as appreciative of working on other bats as helping treat civilians. Normal people.

“Only when I really pissed him off,” Tim replies. “I’m going to roll you over now. Try not to puke on me.”

“Not gonna puke,” Jason replies, more out of stubborn will than any actual faith in himself. However, his stomach stays settled, though he keeps his eyes firmly closed.

“You’re lucky I brought my kit with me,” Tim mutters, more to himself than to Jason as he resettles the blanket. “What were you going to do next time you get a serious wound? Put a bandaid on it?”

Jason’s first aid kit is perfectly adequate, though maybe a little sparsely stocked right now. Normal people just don’t carry prescription anti-nausea medication on their person. Jason can’t think of a way to communicate that without moving his jaw, so he just gives an unamused huff.

There’s a ruffle of sound, and then the distinctive soft shick of someone pulling off their domino. “It’s just a matter of waiting it out now.”

“What?” Jason mumbles. He’s assuming Tim isn’t waiting for him to die - not even he would sound so cool about that - but he’s not entirely clear on what it is they’re waiting for, or doing, or what Tim just injected him with. It’s just that now the creeping anxious nausea has faded, it’s hard to worry about anything beyond the pain and the way his whole body feels like rocks shoved in a sack.

It’s the light - even through his eyelids, it’s uncomfortable. He’s just about to demand Tim turn off the overheads when a hand drops over his eyes, leaving him in blissful darkness.

“Sorry,” Tim says. “I need the light in case you actually are having an aneurysm. Do you get headaches like this a lot?”

Jason’s slightly offended by Tim calling it a headache. His brain is breaking. “Sometimes.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re having a migraine,” Tim says. “Have you been to a doctor?”

That question is frankly fucking laughable, and both of them know it. Jason mumbles, “I’m dead.”

“And as you like to tell us, you wear a helmet because you already died of head trauma once,” Tim says. “People with past TBIs are more likely to have migraines.”

“How’d I know that?” Jason’s slur doesn’t sound pissed off enough. Skipping the consonants hurts less though. “Didn’ finish high school.”

“Neither did I,” Tim points out.

“Nerd.”

“Loser.”

“Probably.” At least they’re in the same boat. “Migraine, huh?”

“Pretty sure,” Tim confirms. “If you were having a brain bleed, I reckon you’d be dead by now. Again.”

“Lazarus Pit. Thought m’head was broken,” Jason mutters faintly. He doesn’t mean to say it, would never admit it to Tim Drake in a million years. It’s just a moment of weakness.

“It is,” Tim replies, on the shadow of a laugh. “Not like that, though.”

The after phase is a real trip.

“Euphoria,” Tim observes. “Decrease in pain, plus all the dopamine your body has been pumping out - instant high. Same thing happens to new moms once they’ve pushed their babies out.”

“Thanks for that,” Jason rasps. He’s in bed now, though he’s working on blocking out how he got here. He’s already going to owe Tim for tonight, but he draws the line...right there. “Seriously, you can leave now.”

“No can do,” Tim replies. He’s still in his uniform, though he’s ditched the cape and the armed over-vest for just the pants and a slick-fabric undershirt. It makes Jason’s gear look clunky and old-fashioned by comparison. “I’m on baby-sitting duty.”

Not even the slow haze of hormones can dull the bite of irritation at that. “Fuck you.”

“To be clear, I don’t think you’re going anywhere right now,” Tim clarifies. “I’m just here for everyone else's’ peace of mind.”

“Anxious freaks,” Jason mumbles, though not unkindly.

“You can hardly blame them. It’s never a good sign when the Red Hood disappears without a word,” Tim says cheerfully.

Despite himself, Jason prickles. “They that worried for the safety of Gotham’s criminal element?”

“Don’t be stupid,” Tim snorts. “They’re worried you’re going to get yourself killed. Again.”

Jason doesn’t have a reply to that. Sensing that, Tim continues, “I actually think you might be right about the Lazarus Pit. You thought it was wearing off, right?”

“Right,” Jason confirms after a moment, though grudgingly. Stupid detective brother.

“It might be,” Tim says. “Just enough for your brain to remember that it got seriously injured back then. Or you might have a different trigger. There’s something here about diarying your episodes and trying to figure out the causes from that.”

Jason doesn’t have to look to know Tim is scrolling through his phone where he’s sitting cross-legged on the mattress next to Jason. He said something brisk about being close enough to ‘monitor’ when Jason tried to shove him off, and he’d given up. His head doesn’t hurt anymore, not precisely, but he still feels wobbly-necked and fragile.

“Triggers?”

“Storms, specific kinds of food, stress,” Tim lists.

Jason opens his eyes specifically to give Tim a dubious look. “Stress?”

Tim looks back at him just as dubiously. “How many hours sleep do you get a night?”

“Fuck off,” Jason replies, and firmly closes his eyes again. Stress. Jesus Christ.

“I’ll get you a headache journal for Christmas,” Tim says lightly, and then, “So, why’d you try to beat me up?”

“I always beat you up.”

“Not tonight you didn’t. We don’t reward points for effort in Gotham.”

Oh. That attempt at beating him up. Jason mumbles, “Don’t know.”

“Whatever.” Tim can fit a lot of scorn in that tiny body of his.

“Maybe I just don’t want you around,” Jason snaps, sharp as he can make it right now.

Tim, predictably, rears back to give Jason one of his lizard-glares. It doesn’t last long though, fading into something a bit more evaluatory. He says, “You can’t make me leave.”

Jason sputters, caught between the desire to laugh derisively and the desire to get up and shove Tim out the window he came in through. Before he can pick, Tim lays down on top of the bedcovers on the empty side of the mattress.

“Hey, this bed is really comfy,” he says, as though he isn’t constantly being found asleep on hard non-bed surfaces across Gotham. Jason once found him napping on a rooftop.

“I’ll give you the website of the place I got it off if you go away,” Jason attempts.

“Like I couldn’t find it myself,” Tim scoffs, scrunching himself down into Jason’s pillows. “Hey, pass me that blanket?”

“No,” Jason replies, pulling the blanket in question tighter about himself. It’s his favourite, warm and soft, and the weight of it on top of him is already making him sleepy despite Tim’s rudeness.

“It’s okay, I don’t need one anyway,” Tim says.

“Seriously, go away.” What is the world coming to? The only brother Jason should have this much trouble getting rid of is Dick.

“Babysitting, remember? And when baby sleeps, so does sitter.” Tim pats kindly at Jason’s blanket-covered elbow. Jason kindly doesn’t strangle him for it.

Yet. He doesn’t do it yet. Because there’s a tickle of nervousness in the pit of his belly about having someone else sleep so close to him, and not out of fear for his safety, either. That on top of his incomplete acceptance of Tim’s migraine theory has him lying stiff in his blankets when Tim finally reaches over and flicks the lights off.

“Big spoon or little?” Tim asks, which surprises Jason so much that he actually laughs. “Go to sleep. You’ll feel better afterwards.”

“Did WebMD tell you that?”

“Nah. Everything is just always better with more sleep,” Tim replies, and then yawns. “Shh.”

Jason manages about five minutes of his commitment to stay awake while Tim’s breathing slows and evens out next to him. He’s warm and comfortable and his head doesn’t hurt anymore, and he might not be dying or going crazy after all. The closer he gets to sleep, the easier it is to believe.

He’s nearly asleep himself when Tim, sounding far more awake than Jason would have expected, says, “I’m not scared of you.”

He probably should be. That said, they’re Robins - not scared of much. Jason mumbles, “Go to sleep,” and promptly follows his own command.

#jason todd #tim drake #red hood #red robin #dc #my fic #batman #batfam #h/c #migraines

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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 4 years

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Dating Beverly Marsh Would Include...

Requested: [I'm sorry I can't remember who requested this or if this was an anon, I'm sorry!] Hey, could I request some headcanons about dating Beverly? (Also if you could add in the reader having homophobic parents 💕)

Warnings: obviously there will be homophobia, [at the end so people can skip if they need to read safely 😊] specifically from the readers parents so please feel free to skip if need be. And remember my blog is a safe space 💕 oh yeah theres also plenty of grammar/spelling errors i'm sure

A//n: This was WAY longer than I anticipated. I just kept coming up with more stuff and holy crap I love writing Bev x readers???? Please request more Bev Edit: this was in my drafts forever and again as much as i have been trying to get requests out in order, it's been pretty tough but at least this way stuff gets out sooner so here ya go.

Okay

First of all..

Y'all make the CUTEST COUPLE, OKAY?!

Like no joke

You know that cliche about girls stealing their boyfriends hoodies/clothes??

Well that goes for both of you and you both are always swapping clothes cause you both love each other's sense of style

Plus, ya know, it's got that great boyfriend girlfriend smell

It's cheesy and played out, but it's honestly so wholesome, and again, you guys each have an interest in each others senses of styles

If you're bigger than her, and her clothes don't necessarily fit you, pfffttt no big deal, she had a million blankets that smelled like her and then you two got together and now she can only find like,, two. But that doesn't mean she doesn't love stealing your clothes!! They're baggier on her but oH MY GOODNESS DOES SHE LOVE THAT. She just loves being able to completely immerse herself in your stuff. Especially when she isn't feeling safe in her own home and you aren't around, the best thing for her is to wrap herself in her your stuff and be comforted by you. Uggh, its hella sweet

But let's start from the beginning...

Both of you knew about each other from school

You definitely heard the many rumors about "Beaver-ly Marsh"

Not that you participated, but you were always overhearing rumors from gossiping girls and bragging boys in your class

Your school wasn't huge but it wasn't small either

But it was kill or be be killed, and rumors spread like the damn plague

It was inevitable

And it was just a matter of time before you overheard the several rumors of the "slut" who did it with every guy in school.

You'd roll you're eyes at the word and the ridiculous insinuations, knowing the massively overplayed game of telephone that ruled your school was not necessary the most credible source of information

And you were positive there were rumors about you, I mean, it really wasn't possible to go to that school without a rumor going around

Everyone had one

Anyways, you never paid much attention to them, but then you met her...

And oh no.

Immediately, it was:

You already never paid much mind to the rumors, but when you got to know each other??

Nuh uh.

No way

Not Beverly

No no no no, no

She was way too sweet, and shy, and beautiful, and awesome, and funny, annnd oh no the damn butterflies were back and shit she made you feel things

And you??

Bevery had no clue she was into girls until you came along...

You were her gay awakening and her being so used to all those nasty things people said about her and all those boys??

Even though it wasn't true, any of it, she still always expected that eventually one day she'd get her first boyfriend, to love and cuddle with and everything normal

Again, then you came along and her heart was all like

BOOM BOOM BEECH

You both danced around each other a lot. Seeing as you were two precious little gay beans that lived in a conservative town in the 80s, it wasn't exactly the most accepting environment and you guys didn't know if the other was into girls at all

On both sides it was "does she like me or is she just really laid back and friendly???"

It took way too long to figure out you were both into each other

If I'm being completely honest here, y'all were like the female reddie

Two girls who became best friends and always bickered like crazy to hide your feelings

The way you two found out you had feelings for one another was bumpy and awkward but silly and cute nonetheless

It came off in a passing comment that just slipped out

The two of you were having a sleepover like you did every Friday night you were available

and you two were laying on her bedroom floor talking about anything and everything staring at the ceiling

Her radio was playing in the background and the two of you were surrounded by various snacks you had been munching on all throughout the night and the conversation drifted to gossip about your peers at school

It went a little something like this:

Y: "Did you see so and so today??"

B: "Yes!!"

Y: *laughing* "Yeah, what the hell was that?"

B: I have no idea what goes on in her head...

B: but I guess I gotta give her some credit, she's always super confident and I'm like, 90% sure that's what makes her the most desirable girl in the 8th grade"

Y: "I guess that makes sense"

B: "I do wish I had her confidence. Maybe I'd have better luck romantically"

Y: "Oh please, like you need that. You're infinitely more attractive than her"

B: "What?"

Y: *panicked* "What?"

B: *slowly sits up with smug ass smirk on her lips* are you saying you find me... attractive?"

Y: ..."what?" *sweating*

B: *still smirking* "Wait,"

Y: "WhAT?"

B: *stILL smirking* "do you-?"

Y: *full on gay panic* "No!"

B: *smirking and blushing*

B: *lays back down* "well, I think you're pretty attractive yourself, if it's any consolation"

She's still so nervous though so it comes out in a whisper

She's 99 percent certain you just accidentally revealed your crush to her but her heart was p o u n d i n g anyway

What if it just came out wrong and that's why you panicked???

Had she just revealed her crush to you by mistake???

But no

You both were a blushing mess and it did not go unnoticed by either one of you

You're hands kinda accidently brushed and you both just had a heart attack on the spot

But the connection you two had that night

You both just... knew

You guys kinda just... happened

After that you both were aware you liked each other

But it was kind of unspoken

At first

It's not like you guys never talked about it, but you two definitely became more touchy and flirty

Holding hands when no one was looking

Shortly before you guys happened and before that night, she had introduced you to losers and they just totally accepted you as one of their own

You got along especially well with Richie (wonder why)

But Bev wasn't too happy about this particular fact...

Especially after you two got together

She wasn't necessarily jealous, especially cause she already had a sneaking suspicion about his feelings for another loser, but because he took up a lot of her time with you

But then, to her chagrin, Richie found out about you two

the eight of you were hanging out in the clubhouse, and Ben had to make some adjustments so him and the others left momentarily to help him get the resources

Except you, and Bev

You two volunteered to hold down the fort [literally]

aaaaaaand you two wanted to have a few minutes alone together too,

Nothing scandalous or anything like that, but you two didn't get be close around the losers

Then Richie returned way earlier than expected [turns out he was doing more harm than good and they sent him back]

He was just outside the entrance and he overheard you two

"I wish we could tell them,"

"I know. And it's not that I don't think they'll accept us, it's-" *sigh* "I'm just not ready... I'm sorry"

"Don't be. It's okay, we can tell them when we're both good and ready."

"Thank you, Y/n."

Richie just kinda stood there thinking about what he just heard

I mean, it made sense, you guys were really close, but then again, that's just how he thought all girls were

But everything else kinda made more sense the more he thought about it

And, it honestly reminded him of him and Eddie

More specifically, how he felt about his best friend

Now naturally this was a very emotional moment, but Richie Tozier being Richie Tozier wasn't about to waltz in there and give some sappy speech about he accepts you guys and he's here for you no matter what

No, no, no

He laid down on the forest floor, sticking his head in the clubhouse scaring the shit out of you two and said

"You guys should really be more quiet, Ben may be a suspiciously good overnight kid architect sensation but he has yet to soundproof this baby"

He then stuck his arm inside the clubhouse, patting the ceiling, shaking a couple spiders loose from his his hand in disgust

"Richie...!"

You two jumped apart and you about nearly shit your pants

"Relax, I'm not gonna tell anyone,"

You both were startled as hell and absolutely disgruntled but the two of you looked at each other, simultaneously breathing a sigh of relief

He got up and joined you two in the clubhouse, and began lounging in his usual spot in the hammock, arms behind his head

"So, this means you two are both into girls, huh?"

Once again, you looked at one another and back at him, nodding shyly

He plastered on the most mischievous smirk you had ever seen and nodded his head, his huge eyes squinting slightly from behind his glasses

"niceee"

This of course was followed by simultaneous eye rolls, Bev even threw her gum wrapper at him but you laughed

It was a relieved laugh

Here you were, exposed and unintentionally outed to Richie "Trashmouth" Tozier and sure enough his reaction was "nICE"

It was honestly a relief and kinda hilarious

You guys just kinda broke out into laughter

It was nice moment

***TRIGGER WARNING FOR [PARENTAL] HOMOPHOBIA BELOW***

And for a while, everything was great. That was, until your parents began to take note just how much time you were spending with Bev

They kept an eye on it at first

Then they started asking questions

You knew this day would come one way or another

Hell, you grew up with them after all, you knew what they thought about people like you and it broke your heart

It terrified you

And it's exactly what you heard every night when you tried to fall asleep, their voices speaking to you clear as day; how disgusted they were. They weren't really there of course and it wasn't until you became a loser that you found out what that voice was...

The point is, your deepest fear was being realized so you did what you could do

Lie

And it seemed to work. Briefly

Your mother had come in to check on you two for the fifth time - usually she checked on you two four times since their suspicions - and found you two snuggled up on top of your sleeping bags

Your mother screamed, scaring the crap out of you guys and you jumped apart

Your mother was thrown into hysterics and went to fetch your father, wailing like a damn baby

Needless to say that night was a long one for everyone

And as if things couldn't get any worse, just days later you found out that Beverly had been taken by It

Immediately, every doubt, every fear, every inkling of shame your parents and your community had drilled into you was forgotten and all that mattered was getting her back

You and your friends literally went through hell to get her back

Needless to say it was a terrifying ordeal but you all had each other's backs and everyone came out okay

When you left Neibolt, you and Beverly were hand in hand

You couldn't give a flying fck about it, you just fought a shape-shifting demon clown you could face your small minded parents

And more importantly you knew even if your parents didn't support you, you had other people who did that and that was enough

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Hope you enjoyed, sorry it's so long and again this is out of order of who requested it so I'm sorry to those of you who had stuff in before this, but I've just been stuck for too long and I needed to get things moving again. Anyways, I hoped you guys like this and again, omg I love writing Beverly!!! I would not be offended if you guys asked for more Bev fics/hc when I open up requests again

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I meant to post this a long time ago, but I never got around to do it. Now, it’s @tiedtogetherwithadagger Kat’s birthday, whose prompt inspired Not Playing by the Rules. So this is the perfect opportunity to post this awfully premature episode from the sequel I might never finish at this point. :D Enjoy!

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"So, what you do is to try to roll twenty or above, and bam! Suck it, losers!” Stiles explains as they turn into the driveway. He knows he should be more worried about the whole meeting with the parents thing. Technically, that’s not why he’s going, Isaac invited him for his birthday party the Hales are throwing him and Stiles just happens to be Derek’s boyfriend. It’s really not a big deal. Stiles met a couple of parents in his career. He can handle this. Totally.

“You’re freaking out, aren’t you?” Derek asks, ignoring Stiles’ gushing about beating a powerful warlock last week.

“No,” Stiles drawls out, holding up a finger, “but are you sure this shirt looks okay?”

“No, it’s horrible.” The ‘wolf rolls his eyes in a familiar fashion. Stiles sighs.

“I knew I could trust you to give your honest opinion. Best shirt ever.” It’s a baby werewolf blowing out candles. It’s adorable. Derek is just saying that because he has an image to uphold. Stiles gets that. Grumpy werewolves don’t melt at the sight of a baby werewolf.

“Please take it off, I brought you a button down for a reason.” Derek glances in the rearview mirror to the pressed, white button down in the back seat.

“Isaac will totally get it, you’ll see.” Stiles grins as they slowly come to a stop in front of the house. Stiles whistles. It’s three story, off-white and could be a mansion if Derek wouldn’t bite Stiles’ head off for calling it that. “How many of you will be there again?”

“The whole pack – my family, Scott, Isaac, some other betas.”

“I have no idea what that means but it sounds like a party. Let’s go!” Stiles is giddy with nervous energy as he reaches for the door handle, ready to step out of the sleek car, but Derek stops him with a hand on his arm.

“Wait. Before we go inside…” Derek takes a deep breath. “You know how you think I’m faking the whole ‘wolf thing?”

“Oh! Wait, your parents don’t know? I was under the impression they’re playing too.” He frowns. “Weird. But I get that, totally.” He grins. “Your secret is safe with me.”

“No, it’s… It’s the opposite, actually.”

“So they know!” Stiles bounces in his seat. “Cool! Awesome, no secrets, I dig it. Can we go now? I’m about to pee my pants.” Derek lets his head drop back on the headrest, closing his eyes and massaging the bridge of his nose.

“You have no shame, do you?”

“Absolutely none.” Stiles shakes his head. He takes a calming breath and puts his hand on Derek’s thigh. The other man tenses under his touch. “Look, you’re right, I’m nervous.” He sighs. “I’m meeting your parents for the first time, we’ve been together for only a few months, and we haven’t seen each other much since I went back to uni. It’s a lot, okay? Meeting you again in person is a lot in itself, now I have to get to know a bunch of new people and Isaac is having his birthday party for the first time in forever, so he’s probably freaking out, so I have to be there for him, and—”

“You’re overwhelmed.” Derek cuts him off impatiently.

“Yes, to sum it up, I am. I know you like to be all impatient and grumpy and whatever with me, just… could you tone it down a little bit today? This is a big deal. I need you to be my Wolf-man and not Grumpy McQueen.” Derek rolls his eyes taking a deep breath, then nods.

“Okay. Fine.”

“Two words.” Stiles purses his lips. “That’s awesome.” Derek sends him a flat look, which makes Stiles grin. “Are we ready, Wolf-man?”

“Sure.” Derek pushes open his door, but before he can leave, Stiles pulls him back.

“Hold up, I forgot one more thing.” Derek turns to him with his eyebrows raised. Stiles leans over the control and kisses him on the lips. Before he can pull back, Derek takes hold of the back of his head, pulling him deeper in, sneaking a little tongue into it as well. They part with equally satisfied sighs.

“Please lose the shirt?” Derek whispers in the space between their mouths.

“Keep on dreaming, Wolf-man.” Stiles whispers back, then gets out of the car with a wide grin on his face. Isaac is waiting for them at the front door with his own grin.

“Finally! I was about to drag you inside myself.” He calls, then him and Stiles meet on the bottom of the stairs, hugging each other tightly. “The whole house heard your freak out.” He whispers in Stiles’ ear.

“That’s impossible.” Stiles whispers back like he’s sharing a very important secret with a child. Isaac just shrugs, pulling away.

“Are we ready?” He asks, looking over at Derek. Stiles frowns at his boyfriend, reaching over and tugging his necklace that Stiles gave him, out of the shirt’s neck. He pats the Pietersite claw satisfied. Derek’s jaw clenches as he looks at him darkly. Stiles grins.

“Everybody gotta know who gave that to you.”

“Have you ever heard the phrase, don’t poke the sleeping bear?” Isaac wonders out loud. Stiles shrugs with his whole body. Isaac laughs, then runs up the stairs. “Come on, they’re all out back!” Stiles doesn’t get the opportunity to see the house, because Isaac is rushing them through it to get back to the party. As they step through the back door, Stiles freezes. He knew a lot of people were going to be here, but… that’s a lot of people. Like seriously.

Scott is chatting with the girl Derek first came in with, so that is where Stiles is going to go to, but just as he turns in their direction, Derek hooks a finger in the back of his shirt, pulling him back.

“Mom first.”

“Right.” Stiles adjusts the collar of his shirt, following Derek to a group of older people. They’re all beautiful. Seriously, Twilight lied. Vampires? Pfft, try werewolves. “Hi!” He grins at them when the woman in the center of the group stops chatting to look at him. She looks a bit like Derek, Stiles supposes, with her square jaw and strong nose. She smiles at Stiles, reaching out a hand.

“Hello, dear. You must be Stiles, Derek’s new friend, we’ve heard a lot about you.” Friend? He looks over at Derek, who’s rubbing the back of his neck, embarrassed. Friend?

“Yes, hi, Derek, you wanna do this, or…?” Stiles looks between the woman and Derek.

“Yeah. Mom, this is Stiles, my boyfriend, Stiles, my mom.” The woman visibly pauses at that, watching Derek. From the corner where Stiles saw Scott earlier, comes an ear-piercing shriek.

“Your what?!” As Stiles turns, startled, he sees the girl Scott had been talking to – Derek’s sister, if Stiles remembers correctly? – looking at them wide-eyed. Stiles assumes Scott, although with strange accuracy, was just telling her about Stiles as well, that’s why she had such a perfect timing at crying out.

As Stiles turns, there’s a strange, animal-like growl coming from behind him, then Derek steps in front of him. Stiles is going crazy for sure, but are Derek’s shoulder’s wider than usual?

“Enough!” Derek’s mom calls out. As Stiles turns to look at her, he immediately takes a step back, because. Her eyes. They’re… glowing red? Stiles frowns as he bumps into Derek, who reaches out to steady him. As Stiles looks down at the hand holding his elbow, he sees… claws? At the end of Derek’s fingers?

“Are you okay, Stiles?” Derek’s mom is quick to step forward with a concerned expression. As Stiles looks down, Derek’s fingers are normal, like there were never claws there. What the hell?

“Uh, I think… There might be something in the punch.”

“You didn’t have punch yet, Stiles.” Scott says. Stiles looks up at him, he’s standing to the side, looking at Stiles like always, completely normal. Oh, thank God, Stiles wouldn’t be able to handle if his best friend grew pointy ears or something. Well, he could. Actually, that would be… that would be awesome.

“I definitely saw claws at one point.” Stiles says faintly. Scott frowns at him, then looks down at his own hands.

“Claws?” Derek’s mom asks with a tight smile.

“And red eyes.” Stiles stares at her eyes.

“It must’ve been the sun.” She says.

“Or not?” Stiles glances heavenward, where the sky is heavily clouded.

“I’m sure it was just... your senses playing with you.” She nods, but Stiles doesn’t miss the look she sends towards her son. As Stiles looks back at Derek, he’s glaring back at his mother.

“Okay, what’s going on?” Stiles asks, utterly confused.

“Nothing, it must be–”

“I meant to tell you before we came in.” Derek states defiantly, still staring his own mother down. Stiles is slightly intimidated by that look, even though it’s not directed at him.

“Okay?”

“Derek, no. Not now.” His mother sounds stern and Stiles watches them like a tennis match.

“It’s okay, mom. He basically knows already, this would be just... Some extra knowledge.”

“Don’t I get a say in it?” Scott asks from the side, taking a step forward.

“Wait, don’t I?” Stiles asks as well, looking between the three of them now.

“You may not want to push it.” A female voice whispers in his ear. Stiles shrieks - very manly shriek, mind you - and steps away from Derek’s sister.

“I’m the alpha, Derek.” His mom says. “I get to decide who we tell it.”

“We’re werewolves.” Derek says, raising his chin rebelliously. Stiles raises his eyebrows.

“Yes, Wolf-man, we’ve been over this a few times I think.”

“No, dude.” Scott sighs, turning to Stiles with a sheepish expression. “It’s like, for real.”

“Yeah, for real.” Stiles nods. “You’re werewolves, I’m a level fifty warlock--”

“For fuck’s sake.” Isaac steps between the lot of them, his face changing. Stiles watches with wide eyes and open mouth as his eyebrow bones thicken, as do his cheekbones, hair spurs from his sideburns and jawline, fangs grow over his teeth and claws emerge from his fingertips.

Everybody seems to hold their breath, Stiles included. He watches Isaac’s changed face for a long time, just taking it in. Nobody comes closer and nobody’s touching Stiles. They all just... stare.

Finally, after what feels like hours, Stiles takes a deep breath, and whispers:

“Fucking awesome, man, I totally need that special effects for the shop next summer.”

“For crying out loud.” Derek grunts, stepping in front of Stiles. He takes hold of his hand, brings it to his face, and so Stiles can feel the bones changing, the hairs growing out. It’s so strange, so alien and fascinating at the same time... All Stiles can do is stare. Then, without any warning, he promptly throws up on his boyfriend.

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