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𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 - 𝒂𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔

⤷ summary: aot boys wth high maintenance girlfriends.

⤷ characters: jean, armin, connie, eren,

⤷ content warnings: suggestive themes, fluff, black!coded reader, college!au.

⤷ notes: my MEN.

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𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧

baby boy is obsessed with you. like the biggest simp outta all of them fs.

jean isn't rich, but he's worked hard for all the $$ he has.

and he def doesn't mine spending all that shit on you okayyyyyyyyy.

he knew you liked to keep up w yourself, new nails and lashes every few weeks, new wig/braids/locs every few months.

he was just soo in awe of your presence for a while he didn't even consider how much that stuff costs.

"baby how much does your hair cost?" he asks you one day as ur just chilling on the couch in your dorm.

"couple hundred, why?" atp he knows all abt your hair care n stuff so this isn't no invasive ass question.

eyes = dropped out of his head.

he tries to play it cool like, "oh alright," but inside he's like, i've been letting her pay hundreds for her hair ALONE this entire time.

now whenever you mention you wanna go get ur lashes refilled, or ask him to pick a color, his first question is,

"how much is it?"

i feel like there is one or two services he chooses to pay for consistently, like braids and nails. he got money, but not that much so he can't be wildin out for you.

you get the biggest heart eyes when he does tho. sometimes you don't even have to ask and you get a veno notif on your phone.

"$250 from jean" - get the white tips i like.

cause yuk know, he likes to watch em when you ... yeh yeh u get it.

supportive, love to spoil you, but will act so nonchalant abt it.

𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧

rich boy armin? rich boy armin.

he lives a high maintnence lifestyle as it is, tailed clothes, designer book bags, shoes, glasses, family homes in europe. your typical trust fund baby.

honestly, that was the first thing he noticed about you. the nice but still lowkey car, the sleek bags, the perfect professional looking wigs and braids, even the smells you wore just exuded an air of confidence.

he loved it.

being a boy tho, he didn't realize just how much money went into upkeep with your look per week.

he was shocked, sure, but your finances barely made a dent in his pockets.

the type boyfriend to just hand you an asswad of cash at the beginning of the week and say "go crazy,"

at first you wanted to test just how much you could get out of him. a new white tie dress for some elite school event, the new apple watch that just dropped, wigs that cost upwards of $500 for you to only wear them for a week.

when you finally realized that this boy would do any and everything for you, you toned it down a bit.

but now, he pays for all your shit. eyelashes, hair, nails, perfume.

you still be paying for your phone, car, rent etc, but all that personal shit, yeah its his.

𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧

hehehe. y'all know this is my husband quit playingggggg

while armin goes after the pretty rich girls, eren goes after the ones that do this shit just cause they can.

you be working for every inch of hair on your head trust and BELEIVEEEEEEE.

thats one of the things he admires about you, how hard you work for the stuff you want. even if that shit seems superficial to others, you can fr do anything you put your mind to.

another trust fund baby. (i hc grisha as a world class surgeon and carla as a lowkey fashion designer)

he just thinks ur so pretty. like jean, worships the ground you work on.

one night you're trying to set up an appointment for these fancy ass locs that almost touch the floor but you're stressin tryna figure out when you can fit another shift in at work between studying, classes and your extracurriculars while on ft w him.

he's quiet and contemplative on the phone, not really giving answers outside of "i'm sorry bae :("

in the morning you wake up to a venmo notif.

"stink-a-link paud you $600 - hair app. get those nails you've been wanting too."

at first you kinda freak out cause 600??? aint no one treated you like this before.

he just smiles when you try to call him, asking him to take it back.

"i got money to spend, and ik how much this style means to you. if you're happy i'm happy pretty girl."

the sweetest.

plus he gets bragging rights. cause who tf elses girl is looking this damn fine? right , no ones.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞

CONSTANCE

if you've been here for a while you know its rich drug dealer connie or nothin.

yall probably got together cause he was ur plug and gave u a lil too much free weed lmaooooo.

but he been payin for your shit from the start.

the only catch - u gotta get what he wants.

its never wack or emberassing, our boy got taste and an eye for fashion, trust he does u right.

he be putting the description in the venmo tag LMAO

"buss down 30in. honey brown beach wave ..."

LIKE BOY HOW U KNOW WHAT THAT ISSSSSSSSS? U THE OPPS OR SOMETHIN

sometimes he'll just give you like a color for the nails and hair. he don't be knowin much about lashes tho, but he likes the cat eye ones the most.

everyone is always thirsting after you fr.

makes him so proud. maybe a lil too proud HAHA

but he'll drive u to all ur appointments. he doesn't care how long they are he'll wait. or go home and bring u food if its a long hair day.

hypes u up so much when u get in the car talkin bout "you so pretty babe".

can't stop looking at you.

elles rambles: i - love them so much. biased w eren as always. but i want these boys to spoil me. specially connie :))))))0

Supernatural 15x08 - our LAST mid-season finale!

Did GOD literally kill an entire casino of people ? I mean, they are really trying to make us hate him, aren’t they? Damn, that shit is so fucked. And it’s CHRISTMAS for Chucks sake. 😜

First scene of Eileen immediately had me confused by how you can kill a vamp by stabbing it ? I thought you had to decapitate them ? Maybe that wasn’t a vamp? What did I miss here ?

But then Eileen saying adorably to Sam “Hey!” Like no big deal was fantastic. And their first “couple” bickering on screen, how cute. Eileen, you literally became a super human last episode when Sam was about to die. You know you love that he’s being “over protective!”

Dean coming up with the demon tablet idea, awesome. Then BL trying to remind us he’s not the smart one with that whole “Achilles heel” thing was kinda just 🙄. Whatever we know he’s a smarty pants. But I get it because I’m a ditz on some obvious things but i can solve complex problems all day. Hey maybe that’s why I relate to Dean so much ? Took me 15 seasons to realize that? Wow. See, ditz.

Donatello and his chicken, kinda cute.

I REALLY REALLY HOPE the writers and show runners are actually doing the meta stuff on purpose...like, Chuck is definitely playing a game of chess and fucking with everyone. And Chuck represents the show runner, right ? Think about it. It’s really cooking my noodle right now.

Dean, stop being so mean to Cas, he’s not the only one who makes mistakes. I mean I love you, but you aren’t perfect no matter what random sheriff in every town tells you. 😜

Dean thinking his charm will work on the “ladies” in hell. Classic.

I’ve never been so happy in my life about being right about something I predicted on this show - I’ve been calling Rowena a queen for years now anyway, it’s absolutely perfect that she is Queen of hell and when she fell in that pit I literally said “well at least now she can be queen of hell” as I’m sure many of us thought and wished for! And HOLY HELL DOES SHE LOOK AMAZING.

Jake eating a hamburger AND pizza, I’d be doing the same thing. And SUCH a Dean move, get out of hell and stuff your face (although Dean added sex to that freedom package 😂). I just rewatched and also noticed it was cake for dessert, not pie...it’s like a slightly off dean, which is fitting given Dean was the OG vessel.

Rowena saying “Amazon doesn’t deliver here ...yet. “ Idk why but that tickled me. And Auntie Ro marriage counseling Dean and Cas, get outta here. Could it get any better?

Are we sure Buckleming wrote this ?

Oh shit, Dean approving of Sam and Eileen out loud TO SAM is just so *swoon* but also making me sad bc it’s building me up for series end possibilities and I am about to lose it. SERIES. END.

Cas’ prayer to Michael was a good scene - cool shot through the railing and a very sincere feel from Cas.

“You called me assbutt and set me on fire.” - how could anybody forget ?????

Cas using his baiting technique 😍 it worked on Luci. And worked on Michael. I’m utterly shocked that BL wrote Cas this way this episode. He’s NOT an idiot and I love when we get to see him like the bad ass he is.

JAKE ABEL IS THE MVP OF THIS EPISODE. Followed closely by Dick Speight, Jr. i mean, you can tell when it’s one of his episodes and I think that is the best sign of being a great director. He always delivers such cool shots that make me audibly express my affection for them even when I’m alone. That sounds weird to phrase it that way but whatever. you know, the equivalent of “oohs and ahhs.”

The kitchen Dean Cas scene. Once again, awesome shots. And unsurprisingly the acting is so good I really really really can STILL feel that tension between them. Hashtag chemistry hashtag destiel. 😉🥰

The retcon spell to capture God, a little much - I mean he had it in his pocket? ADAM’S pocket. I don’t buy it. And Michael could open a rift to Purgatory, while in the cuffs ? Idk about that.

Yay some quasi closure for Adam, getting a genuine apology can’t hurt even tho it doesn’t fix anything - and the line “since when did we get what we deserve?” Was so perfect 👌🏼

Purgatory reunion better mean Benny shows up again.

I do now have a renewed faith that this second part of the season is going to get better and deliver. Why did Jensen have to give us that teaser about episode 9 and the prayer to Cas. Our heads are going to explode while we wait.

Waimea pt. 5

Title: Waimea Pt.5

Characters: Reader x Dean, John, Cas, Sam, Meg, Jo, Gadreel.

Summary:  The North Shore of Oahu was where you found him, Waimea and the Winchesters offering you a new kind of home.

Warnings: Fluff, beach vibes, pregnant!reader. Kinda John centric? (idk if that’s a warning but there it is)

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: This series has definitely gotten away from me, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Picks up where part 4 left off. This whole AU is for my baby @sebbytrash. Thank you @mrswhozeewhatsis for the beta. Thank you for reading, and if you like it please let me know :) Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7

John’s welcome was warm and nothing but love and happiness radiated between the two of you as he held you in his arms. When he finally pulled away, you had tears on your cheeks, and the other three men chuckled as you wiped them away with a roll of your eyes. “It’s not nice to make pregnant women cry, John,” you scolded with a smile.

“Well, I ain’t all nice,” he grumbled. Ducking his head and cupping your chin to make sure your tears were all gone. John hummed when you gleamed up at him. “There’s that smile!” He hooked his arm around your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your temple before pulling Dean into his other side to do the same. “Let’s go home.”

Your hand remained in Dean’s the entire way home, and the guys unloaded your bags and helped you into the house before the three of them jumped back into John’s truck and left you and Dean to get settled.

When they’d gone, Dean pulled you into his arms and asked, “You wanna take a nap? Get a little rest?”

You sighed and relaxed into his hold. “I’m tired, but not sleepy.” The few boxes of stuff you’d sent over were piled in the corner of the cozy living room, and you pulled yourself from his arms to examine them.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Dean scolded with a smile. “No unpacking. Just relaxing… I’m not supposed to say anything, but everyone’s got a special welcome home dinner planned later, so we’ve got, eh, a little over three hours to kill, and I’ll be damned if you’re gonna spend any of it unpacking.”

“A welcome home dinner?”

The look of pure joy and delight on your face had Dean stifling a chuckle. “All for you...so no unpacking. What else do you wanna do?”

A grin curled your lips as you tugged him closer by the hem of his shirt. “Well…,” you drawled, “there are a couple of things I can think of to kill some time.” Your hands crawled up his chest, one stopping at his broad shoulder, the other pushing into his hair.

“Oh, yeah?” He smiled, letting you pull him in to lay a teasing kiss to his lips. “What kind of things?”

Dean’s arms wrapped around you, resting on your ass, squeezing just light enough to have you pushing yourself against him. “You know… things....” You smirked, licking at his smiling lips.

The kiss Dean pressed to your lips instantly made you dizzy and drunk, his low purr making you break from his lips to literally swoon out loud. He laughed and trailed kisses along your jaw, down your neck, and over your chest before nosing into your hair and just holding you.

“C’mon,” he urged after a moment of being still.

Dean took your hand and led you out to the front porch, across the street and down the beach right to the water’s edge. He stopped and plopped his ass in the sand, watching as you dropped his hand and walked until the water lapped at your toes.

The ocean tickled your feet, the glittering surface dazzling you all over again. It was where this life had started, and you pressed an earnest kiss to your fingertips before bending over with the deepest love and appreciation in your heart to let the gentle waves take the gratitude from your skin.

Dean watched in awe. He’d only ever seen such grace and humbleness in his father’s relationship with the ocean. These waters were John’s saving grace, and he’d never thought on it long enough to even consider that they were yours, too.

The two of you sat together on the beach, breathing in the salt air with Dean’s lips in your hair and hands linked with yours atop your belly. It was all so surreal. You couldn't believe you were here… couldn’t believe how much this paradise just fit.

When the sun finally started to sink, you retreated to the house, showering and getting ready for the night to come.

You and Dean drove in the Impala, much to his delight after being parted from her for so long. Her purr and Dean’s warm hand placed on your thigh kept you safe and relaxed as you drove through the moody island twilight. The restaurant was nestled down a lonely strip of road guarded against busy tourists by tall palms and shrubs that Dean told you were actually pineapple bushes. Twinkling lights dangling from the trees glistened against the sky fogged with the ocean’s salty breath.

When Dean put the car in park beside Cas’ truck, the blue-eyed man hopped off the tailgate and came to open your door for you. He greeted you with a hand to help you out of the car and that all too charming smile.

After shutting the door behind you, he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “You look gorgeous, Y/n.” His eyes told no lie, and he quickly turned to the cab of his truck, reaching into the passenger’s side window to retrieve a beautiful hibiscus flower.

“Here, this is for you,” he said, placing it behind your ear. When he pulled back to examine you, he smiled with such admiration that you shot forward and threw your arms around his neck.

“Thank you, Castiel. For everything.”

He smiled into your neck and hugged you tighter.

“Ahem,” Dean cleared his throat, a smug grin on his lips as you and his best friend broke apart. “And where’s my flower?”

“Oh, it’s around here, somewhere….”

Cas falsely searched for one before pulling his hand from his back pocket to flip Dean off. The three of you broke into laughter and he hooked his arm around Dean’s shoulder, then grabbed your hand to lead you toward the entrance.

True to Dean’s word, everyone was there.

Meg, Jo, and Gadreel all shouted and rushed to your side as soon as their eyes had landed on your swollen belly. The three of them nearly tackled you, and you laughed with them as they fawned over your baby bump and congratulated you on the baby and engagement.

When they’d given you enough space to breathe, Sam’s long arms surrounded you, and you smiled at Dean over his shoulder. Even at 23, Sammy would always be the little brother you never had.

John greeted you with a hug and gently held you back as everyone started following the hostess.

“I see you’ve already got one, but this is for you.”

When he drew back, your eyes went to the lei he held in his hands. Gorgeous red, white, pink, and purple flowers were strung together, the petals soft beneath your fingertips as you let out a breath.

“John….” The sentence you started went forgotten when he grinned down at you, shooting you a wink that had you both chuckling as you ducked your head and let him place the flowers around your neck.

“Perfect,” he said with a smile, leading you to the table and the rest of your group.  

The place was right on the beach and they’d requested the best table with a breathtaking view of the water. Everyone was all eyes and smiles and congratulations and embarrassingly loud speeches announced to the rest of the establishment as your new family welcomed you home.

When everyone had full bellies, the lot of you set off down the shoreline, walking slow and happy under the night sky. It was a perfect glimpse at what life would be like here on the island, and you stopped, Dean’s hand tugging almost out of yours before he stopped, too.

The group kept going and you took a deep breath, closing your eyes and letting your toes squish between the wet sand, cool water lapping at your ankles. Dean’s body pressed gently against yours, and without needing to open your eyes, your lips found his in a soft kiss.

“I love you, Y/n Y/l.”

You sighed, completely content, and only blinked your eyes open to see the stars in his gleaming eyes. “I love you, too.”

“Hey, lovebirds,” John called, approaching from the pack. “The girls are all headin’ home but the guys are talkin’ about takin’ you down to The Family Business for some drinks, Dean.”

Dean looked between his father and you, shaking his head. “Uhh, nah. I think I’m good.”

“No, Dean. Go,” you urged. “Go hang out with your guys. Have a drink or two for me.”

“It’s not like she’s going anywhere. She’ll still be here when you get home.” John winked, and the three of you smiled, knowing that you were finally there to stay. “C’mon, kid. I’ll take her from here and make sure she gets home safe. Get outta here.”

You smiled up at Dean when he looked back down at you, pushing your fingers through the hair at the base of his skull. He grinned, broad and wide, all teeth and crow’s feet. “I’ll be home later. Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

Dean gave you a quick kiss and you playfully slapped his ass as he started walking away, John’s deep chuckle in your ear as you walked to his side.

“The Family Business is this brewery at a locals-only spot. Run by a nice couple, Jensen and Danneel, and her brother, Gino. The guys come around the shop and hang out with Sam and Dean from time to time. Jo and Danni are pretty close- she introduced Jo to Gad a couple of years back. The guys started brewing in their garage and it just kinda grew from there. Home brewed beer, a place for the kids to hang out during the weekdays, live music on the weekends, food trucks across the street. It’s a nice spot. I’m sure once your kid’s old enough, you’ll be there all the time.”

“I don’t know. It all sounds really nice, but I don’t wanna think too far ahead. I just wanna focus on this, for now.” You smiled, hands falling to your belly as you walked with John.

“That’s good, sweetheart.” His arm fell over and around your shoulders, your bodies moving together as he dropped a kiss to your crown. “It goes by too fast. Just breathe it all in while you can.”

“I know. I’m trying. It’s just… a lot happening really fast.”

“You having second thoughts about any of it?” Your synced steps stopped as John continued, stopping and turning back to look at you. “You know, even if you are, you can talk to me, honey. I don’t want you feeling like you can’t.”

“No.” You shook your head. “No, it’s not that. I don’t regret it… I just, I’m having a little trouble finding my footing, ya know?”

John walked closer and hooked his arm over your shoulder, holding you to his side and leading the two of you until your pace matched his again. “You belong here, Y/n,” John said, not an ounce of doubt in his voice.

“How are you so sure?” John side-eyed you at your question. “I mean, of course, I belong here. I know that, now, but how are you so sure? You say it like it’s the truest thing you know, John.”

“Because it is,” he answered. “I saw you on the beach the day we met. I saw you before you got in the water, and I just knew that you were someone special... You were drawn to me, right?”

You nodded in slight surprise. “Yeah, I was. I watched you on those waves and just- I wanted to be as free as you looked out there. Watching you on the water drew me out there. Then when I saw Dean….”

“He saw you, too, sweetheart,” John smiled proudly, “told me that he couldn’t take his eyes off you when he spotted you on the water. I knew when I saw you that you were special, and then you and Dean met, and then the next day at the competition and the bonfire... I just knew. Aloha aku no, aloha mai no.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means, ‘I give my love to you, and you give your love to me.’ When Dean told me about the flower, that was the first thing that came to mind.”

“What flower?”

“The flower you had in your hair at the bonfire. The one that Sam told you to wear.…” As your brain caught up, John’s smile grew.

“The white hibiscus is a flower that symbolizes love and joy here on the island. Women used to wear them to tell if they were taken or single. It’s a tradition for women to wear them on special occasions, and that was kind of your first date with Dean, right?”

You smiled as he continued. “I knew how Dean felt about you already, so I told Sam to tell you to wear it. You know that phrase, ‘if you love something, let it go’-” you nodded- “well, aloha aku no, aloha mai no is one of the first local phrases I started using when we got here. My boys needed to know that I loved them, and that was my way of saying it. But it’s similar, that phrase- it’s like a call and answer.”

As you stood there, John reached to your hair, gently plucking the flower Cas had given you from behind your ear.

“This one is a symbol of rare beauty. Of purity and love and friendship,” he explained, and all you could do was smile at the thought of Castiel’s warm gesture.

Taking a step toward the water, John continued. “When Dean took the flower from your hair and gave it to the ocean, he was telling you he loved you- he was letting you go, setting you free.” He placed the flower atop the surface, retreating to your side as you both watched the gentle waves pull the hibiscus out to sea. “But when the ocean gave it back later that night, the water was telling him that you loved him, too.”

As you took in John’s words and replayed every event, your mouth opened and shut. “But- I.…” Whatever words you could have mustered fell short as you stared at John, then out at the ocean under the stars and moon. That ocean, the same one you fell in love with, the one that brought you here, it was your home just as much as Dean was.

John smiled and gently knocked his shoulder into yours. “And that is how I know that you belong here, Y/n.”

A Complete List of Songs from the Skulduggery Pleasant Series

The full list of songs is under the cut. They’re listed in the order they appear in the books, and include quotes from the book and links to the songs on youtube.  I’ve also compiled all the the songs on playmoss. 

Sceptre of the Ancients:

The Ride of the Valkyries -  Wagner

Stephanie was woken the next morning by the stereo playing very loudly indeed. Her dad had been trying to tune into a news station and the volume knob had snapped off, so instead of a quiet little traffic report they were treated to Wagner's The Ride of the Valkyries at full blast.

The Girl From Ipanema

They were working their way towards each other when Stephanie came to a door and heard a low whistling. She frowned. Could Skulduggery whistle? He could talk without lips or breath, so she couldn't see a reason why he wouldn't be able to whistle. She didn't recognise the tune, however. She motioned to Ghastly and he crept forward. After listening for a moment, he nodded." That's 'The Girl From Ipanema'," he whispered. "That's him." 

Playing With Fire: 

The End of the World - The Carpenters

At the end of the corridor was a living room. Music played. "The End of the World," by the Carpenters.

The Faceless Ones:

Whiskey in the Jar - Thin Lizzy

He dad had been a big Thin Lizzy fan back in the 1970s, and whenever 'Whiskey in the Jar' came on the radio, he'd sing along, albeit tunelessly.

Eat the Rich - Aerosmith

At first, she thought he was humming an ancient chant, something to elevate his conscious to a higher plane. Then she recognised the first few bars of 'Eat he Rich', by Aerosmith, and she stopped trying to guess what he was doing.

Killer on the Loose - Thin Lizzy

The Phil Lynott figure shrugged, then looked down at the Administrator, and right before the door sealed, she heard it start to sing 'Killer on the Loose'.

Dark Days: 

Dry Bones

Valkyrie sighed and him while he finished putting his leg back together, and a muttered rendition of 'Dry Bones' followed her down the steps.

Crazy - Patsy Cline

A tune filled the air - a terrible, shrill version of Patsy Cline's 'Crazy'. That’ll be them now,” Sanguine said,taking out his phone.

+

Then she took out Scarab’s phone and pressed redial. From somewhere else in the house, she heard Patsy Cline’s ‘Crazy’.

Myosis Terra (Armageddon Outta Here): 

Be My Baby - The Ronettes

“I’ll help you.” Then he threw his head back and started singing.  “Stop,” she hissed. “Shush!” His eyes were closed, and he sang louder. It was ‘Be My Baby’, by the Ronettes. Her mum used to sing that to her all the time when she was a kid. 

Mortal Coil: 

Good King Wenceslas

He knocked taking out his gun. ‘If anyone asks, we’ re scary carollers. ’ Humming good king Wenceslas to himself he knocked again.

There’s a Kind of Hush - The Carpenters 

Music began to play. He knew the group, it was The Carpenters, but he wasn’t sure of the name of the song.‘There’s a Kind of Hush’ perhaps. The last song the Torment would ever hear.

Deathbringer:

People Are Strange

Now...I don’t know. Do you really think someone killed him because of the Passage? Are there people out there who really believe in this stuff?” “People are strange,” said the girl, then started humming a few bars from the song. 

Negative Vibes - Damien Dempsey

He turned down the music when he saw Kenny. Damien Dempsey was playing - ‘Negative Vibes’. “Are you Finbar?” Kenny asked.

We’re Off to See the Wizard

They seemed to recognise Clarabelle, and she asked them for directions and they continued on, with Clarabelle singing ‘We’re Off to See the Wizard’. 

The End of the World:

(Presumably) Hedwig’s Theme from Harry Potter

Through the gap in the books could see somone in the next aisle over, moving slowly. Someone in black. Someone whistling. Ryan recognised the tune. It was the theme music to Harry Potter. 

Kingdom of the Wicked:

Big Bad Handsome Man - Imelda May

Valkyrie yawned, turned on the radio. An Imelda May Song was playing - ‘Big Bad Handsome Man’. Valkyrie started signing along. She’d just gottn to the bit about his rugged good looks when Skulduggery came crashing through the cafe window. 

Apple of My Eye - Damien Dempsey

She took out her phone. “How about we play some music instead. I’m thinking ‘Apple of my Eye’. Do you have Damien Dempsey in this dimension?” 

Me and Mrs Jones

She smiled. “No thank you. You can sing me a lullaby if you want.” And that’s what he did. In a voice so soft it barely reached her through the darkness, he sang her ‘Me and Mrs Jones’, and she fell asleep to his voice.

Get Thee Behind Me, Bubba Moon (Armageddon Outta Here): 

Airwolf

Ahead of us, around the next corner, another light flickered, and I heard the sound of a helicopter’s rotor blades before it was replaced by synthesiser music. I recognised it immediately as the theme tune to Airwolf. 

The Maleficent Seven:

Chim Chim Cher-ee from Mary Poppins

Rooftops and chimneys, that’s all there was to see from up here. The whole thing reminded Sanguine of that scene from Mary Poppins where Dick Van Dyke starts dancing about with all those chimney sweeps high over London town. He wondered if Springheeled Jack ever took time to dance about chimney sweep, singing as they went. Probably not, if he were being honest. Still, it was something to wonder as he waited there, whistling ‘Chim Chim Cher-ee’ and keeping watch for Cleavers. 

Give Peace A Chance

That might have been what did it. Surrounding herself with flower people and singing ‘Give Peace a Chance’ at Vietnam rallies might have been the thing she needed to plant the seed in her head that maybe, just maybe, she didn’t want to send the rest of her life killing people. 

Carry On My Wayward Son

She hadn’t heard of most of them. She hadn’t heard of most of them. Carry On My Wayward Son came on the radio and they sang along with it.

Last Stand of Dead Men: 

The Rocky Road to Dublin - The Dubliners

Music played. As Laken Cross climbed the stairs into the tattoo parlour, he worked to identify the song. He’d been to a lot of places in his lifetime, been around the world and back again, and he’d heard a lot of music. This one reminded him of nights spent in Irish pubs - the old Irish pubs, where there’d been a trad band playing every night and everyone would take their turn to sing ‘The Rocky Road to Dublin’, that was it, by The Dubliners. 

Hit Me Baby One More Time - Britney Spears

“Shut up. My turn to pose the riddle. Who sang ‘Hit Me Baby One more Time’?” Lamour frowned. “Pardon?” “Who sang it?” “That is your riddle?” “Yep.” “But that’s not a riddle, that is a...” “You don’t know do you?”

Shake A Tail Feather - Ray Charles

For the first time Stephanie became aware of music playing. ‘Shake a Tail Feather’ by Ray Charles. Gun drawn, Skulduggery led the way out of the bedroom Stephanie right behind him. They got to the living room, with it;s tatty armchairs and battered couch, awful 1970s wallpaper, a painting of a ship on a stormy sea, an old cracked TV, a record player... and in the middle of the room Scapegrace and Thrasher and some old Chinese man, dancing to the music. 

The Dying of the Light:

Spancill Hill - The Dubliners 

Winter’s come, and it’s a slow day, and cold and Danny is in the backroom strumming on is guitar, a battered old six-string he’s had since he was fourteen. Inspired by Stephanie, he's singing 'Spancill Hill' by the Dubliners. 

(Presumably) Let it Go from Frozen 

As she wheeled them, Clarabelle hummed that song from Frozen. Thrasher started humming along with her and Scapegrace glared at him.

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

They followed him to the street. A small child sat in the middle of the empty road, head raised to the night sky. He was singing to himself, his soft voice carrying on the breeze. “Twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are...” “Right,” said Gracious. “Because that’s not creepy at all.”

My Lovely Horse from Father Ted

She smacked it into her open palm a few times, and all at once the sound came back on, just as Gordon was launching int the chorus of 'My Lovely Horse' from Father Ted.  “OK,” she said, “I can hear you. Stop singing.”

Accentuate the Positive

"What's that song you're always whistling? 'Accentuate the Positive'?" "I have literally whistled that once since you've known me"

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"What? What about everything you were saying earlier about accentuating the positive?" "Again, you brought up that particular song."

Don’t You Want Me - The Human League

The radio has been on for the last hour. Eighties pop. Gant has probably had enough of Listening to Jeremiah. Now ‘Don’t You Want Me’ by the Human League Plays. Danny listens to it in the darkness over the Cadillac’s engine. 

The Good, The Bad and The Ugly

She stopped someone was whistling. Ennio Morricone - the theme from The Good, the Bad and the Ugly. The Black Cleaver looked round. Billy-Ray Sanguine stood beneath the flickering light, whistling, one hand in his pocket, the other dangling by his leg, holding the God-Killer weapon. 

Honourable Mentions:  

Several other artists are mentioned in the book series, but aren’t include in the list above because there wasn’t a song specified. E.g. 

Finbar wears a Stiff Little Fingers T-shirt  in The Faceless Ones.

Finbar also wears a Thin-Lizzy T-shirt in Deathbringer. 

The ice cream van Thrasher and Scapegrace drive in Deathbringer plays music by Popeye. 

In the Maleficent Seven Tanith mentions her brother introduced her to Duke Ellington, Cab Calloway and Louis Armstrong. 

Tanith also mentions she used to listen to Nina Simone, Elvis, Chuck Berry, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Led Zepplin, Robert Plant, and David Bowie. And that she doesn’t listen to Pat Boone, Nirvana, Curve or Jeff Buckley. 

Mr. Bliss listens to an opera by The Three Tenors in The Maleficent Seven. 

Valkyrie’s family sing a modified version of Happy Birthday in Last Stand of Dead Men. 

In Last Stand of Dead Men Valkyrie dances and sings along to a song by Pixie Lott. 

In Last Stand of Dead Men Valkyrie also asks Cassandra if she was taught to play the guitar by Jimi Hendrix. Cassandra says it was Angelo Bartolotti who taught her.  

In The Dying of the Light Danny mentions his mom loved The Human League, Duran Duran and Erasure, and his dad loved Led Zepplin, Rush and Sabbath. 

Terror in Amsterdam. {Doctor Who Fanfiction}

Ello! This is my first Fanfiction posted here on Tumblr, and I'm a bit proud of it. It stars two ocs- young naive Breana,!the unbeliever Caspian, and the Tenth Doctor. Enjoy! ••• The streets are silent, men in pairs march through these same streets, Nazi symbols on their fore arms. In the distance, shouting, as Jews are ripped out of their homes, separated by genders into small rickety carts. Wailing, screaming, and crying, fill the Amsterdam air. It is morning, and soon these streets will be full. Only, less Jews will join, fewer and fewer each day... In a nearby alley, a slight wheezing mechanical sound is heard. Old newspapers and flyers fly around as a gust of wind spins them around like a small tornado. Slowly, a blue police box materializes in the middle of such alley, scaring a grey alley cat. The box sits silent in the alley, an alley stained with mud, trash, and feces. The door swings open from the inside, a light skinned, dark haired young man poking his head out. Glasses hang on the tip of his nose, his eyes tired and bored. He sniffs the air, looking down at the floor, grimacing. "Lovely." The young man grunts, stepping outside, taking careful steps. "Outta the way!" Cries a young voice, a small girl leaping out of the curious blue box. She has long dark brown hair up in a ponytail, swishing behind her. Her eyes are large and brown, the perfect image of an innocent child. She slams down on the floor as she lands, splattering a mixture of mud and feces on the bored young man. He winces, flicking off the mixture from his jeans. "Are you serious? That's just nasty." He huffed, shuddering once. The girl smiled, placing her hands on her hips. "Oh shush Cassie, I'm sure the TARDIS has a washing machine... right?" She turns and gingerly pats the exterior of the police box. The box seems to hum in joy at the touch of the girl. She turns toward Caspian, pointing towards the TARDIS. "See- she says yes!" Caspian rolled his eyes, pushing his glasses up with the back of his wrist. "Yeah, yeah... Where's the Doctor anyway, shouldn't he be the first out here?" Caspian sniffed in distaste, stuffing his hands into his pockets. As if on cue, a man with gravity defying brown hair, wearing a blue suit with a crooked tie, walks out of the blue box, gently kicking the door closed with his converse shoe. "Right then! Sorry for the wait Cas, had to make sure the TARDIS here liked this ol' alley she was in!" He said, running his fingers through his spiked hair. Caspian raised an eyebrow. "She's a box." The Doctor and Breana gasped, the young ten year old even covering her mouth daintily. "She is not JUST a box! She's a living space ship with feelings like you and me!" Breana said, raising a skinny finger to point at Caspian. The Doctor smiled and patted Breana head. "Don't mind him Bre, he's a guy." He sniffed. "Are you implying that you aren't a male?" "I am one! Just not... A nasty clingy one!" Before Caspian could retaliate, a scream shook through the air, frightening little Breana. "Hear that?" He paused for a moment. "Sounds like a call for help! Allonzy!" Cried the Doctor, running out of the alley and towards where the scream had originated from. Breana giggled and sprinted after the Doctor, Caspian rolling his eyes once before racing after both of them. After pushing through crowds of men and women, eyeing the Nazi soldiers, and knocking over baskets of goods, they found a woman on her knees in the middle of the road. She had curly black hair, and wore a black dress. Her sad brown eyes were wide and filled with tears as she held up her hands to block a large cart filled to the brim with Jews. "P-Please! Don't take my family! They're all I have left! Please!" Wailed the woman as the Doctor pushed through the crowd, Breana holding onto his beige trench coat tightly, Caspian following quietly along. He had checked a newspaper, which had stated that this was Amsterdam, Netherlands. It said that today was July 31st, 1940. It is the midst of the Second World War, and this city is being occupied by Nazi's. Charming. They watched as the men holding the reins grimaced in disgust. He wore a band on his fore arm with the Nazi symbol. "Outta my way, filthy JEW!" Spat the man, spitting in the woman's face. This woman shrieked as if she had been struck, but held her ground. The man held up the reins, a spark of cruelty in his eyes as he prepared to snap the reins- and run the woman over with his horses. "STOP!" Yelled a voice from the crowd as the Doctor marched out, his eyes flaming in anger. Caspian followed after him nervously, Breana walking alongside him, with a face of determination. "Hello there, sorry to intervene-" Said the Doctor, flipping open the physic paper. "As you can see it says here that I am... uh..." The man gasped, his eyes widening as he fumbled with his reins. "G-General Officer John Smith! My apologies, sir!" The man scrambled from his seat at the wooden cart and did the traditional Nazi hand raised salute. The Doctor glanced at his physic paper and cleared his throat, nodding as he placed it back in his pocket. "Yes, at ease. Of course I am General Officer Smith. These are my two assistants, Breana and Caspian." The man spared a confused glance at the young 'assistant' but quickly averted it when the girl glared at him. "Now, why were you about to run over this splendid young woman? And what's with this cart? Not that I have anything against them, always love a good cart." The man cleared his throat, his arms stiff at his side. "Standard procedure General, I'm carting off these Jews to the... camps. This Jew is in the way of my cart, and any obstructions must be taken out." "Obstruction!? This 'Jew' is as human as the rest of you lot! We have new commands you Nazi- haven't you heard!? These Jews are NOT to be taken to the camps! But to the nearest train station!Snapped the Doctor. The man blinked in confusion once, stuttering. "B-But, I haven't heard of such a..." "You DARE to question the great Hitler!?" "N-No! Right away G-General!" The man said, shaking with wide eyes. "Now off with you! Goodbye! Adios! Mára mesta!" The Doctor said, waving his hand as he walked towards the woman, crouching down on one knee in front of her. Breana crouched next to him, tilting her head. The man nodded and crawled onto the cart, snapping the reins as he turned the cart and headed down the street. "Mára mesta?" Breana asked confused, glancing over at him. "It's elvish." Whispered the Doctor as Caspian decided to join the pair. "Are you hurt?" Breana asked gently, tilting her head. The woman looked up, sniffling as she shook her head. "N-Not physically, my child... But emotionally? Yes." She whispered, staring solemnly into her hands. The Doctor held out a hand and smiled. "Don't worry, we'll get your family back." The woman glared at the Doctor, slapping his hand. "You? A Nazi?! You have just sent my husband and children to the concentration camps!" The Doctors eyes widened as he tried to explain himself. Caspian cleared his throat and held up a finger. "If I may intervene, Mrs, we are not Nazi's. Actually, far from it. We are travelers, from America, Britain, and... Ah..." Caspian said, not allowing himself to say he was from Germany Austria. "We're here to help Mrs." Breana smiled, clasping her hands together. "This is the Doctor, he just pretended to be a Nazi to save your life!" The woman sniffles quietly, wiping her tears from her eyes. "Oh... really?" Breana nodded, her eyes shining. "Yup! And he's made a promise to save your family, and he NEVER breaks his promises!" She said cheerfully. The woman smiled softly as Caspian helped her up. "What's your name?" Asked The Doctor, his hands in his pockets. "Ruth. Ruth Lewinsky." The Doctor grinned, taking out his silver and blue sonic screwdriver. "Well Ruth Lewinsky of Amsterdam, Netherlands, Earth! Let's go and save your family. Allonzy!" He cried, running off down the street. Breana took the hand of Ruth and smiled up at her. Ruth looked down at her and sighed. "Are you sure he is sane?" "No." Caspian said, face bored once more as he walked after the Doctor. "Most of the times, he is." Breana said, glaring after Caspian. "He just says a lot of stuff that no one understands." Breana giggled, skipping along the old cobblestone streets. Ruth sighed in worry, her hand curling around a Star of David golden necklace. She had just put her trust into a nine year old, a teenage student, and a mad man with odd words. And yet- she knew things would end well. Hope had finally smiled down at her, and she was thankful for that.