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Of Nightmares and Memories | nine | Azirel X reader

Series Warnings: Kidnapping. Mistreatment. Cursing. Pining. Violence. Depression. Talks of suicide. Eventual smut

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A/N; *to the tune of Britney Spears* OOps I DID IT AGAIN. Also I'm more nervous about this part than I have been for this entire series, so be nice and kind and I hope you enjoy <3

Mor showed up a few days later. She appeared as you were lounging in a chair, attempting to read some random romance novel you’d come across.

“He’s taking her to The Weaver,” She stated in lue of a greeting.

“Well then he’s a fool,” You snorted, not looking up from your book.

“YN,” She warns, “He’s taking her to The Weaver.”

“Yes I heard you,” you roll your eyes and look up, “What difference does it-”

You stop upon seeing the look on her face. The worry and the pain hidden there. You swallow the lump in your throat at the sight. She looked at you like you would break at any moment, and maybe you would. Maybe she saw the truth in you.

“They’re mates, aren’t they?” You question, voice sounding strange.

She only nods and moves to sit on the couch across from you. You nod slowly in understanding. You wanted to be happy for them, but somehow you couldn’t feel it. Like there was something wrong with you. Like you were broken.

“I had a feeling,” You tell her, “From the moment she became Fae and he came for her the first time. I had a feeling.”

It was true, you did have a feeling. Something deep within you told you that they were drawn to one another in ways that neither of them could explain. You often wondered if that was the same with Azirel too. If you were secretly mates, you used to pray for it as a child. Because you couldn’t imagine a better mate than him

To this day you still couldn’t imagine a better mate. But how could he want you now? Mate or not. You’d never have the same relationship that you had before. Nothing would be the same. How could you pretend to be the same person you were when you were taken when everything around you was different? You weren’t sure how you were going to do any of this.

“Please come home,” Mor begged.

“I can’t,” You try to keep your voice from breaking, “I can’t go back there.”

“Why?” She demands, standing from the couch, “Why are you denying yourself this? It’s Valaris! Your favorite place in all the world! You hate being here, you always have.”

“Maybe I deserve to be here,” You mumble, “Maybe I deserve to be away from all of you.”

“What are you talking about?” She questions.

“I didn’t try to run when I could have. I gave up. I fucking gave up and accepted my fate there,” You explain, slamming your book shut, “I let myself become Tamlin’s little play thing, I allowed him to strip my powers away. I let him do everything to me and I never fought back.”

“You never deserved what happened to you,” She shook her head, “I’m not so sure that I wouldn’t have given up either, if I’d been in your shoes.”

“I spent fifty years thinking all of you were dead.”

“Oh, Y/N.”

“I really did give up then. Because I realized Rhys wouldn’t be able to come for me. Up until that point, up until she took him, I was convinced he would come save me. That all of you would somehow find out I was still alive and come marching into the Spring Court and raze it to the ground.”

You shake your head, trying to clear the thoughts that were swirling about. Your back ached along the two big scars. Everything about you just hurt. Your skin, your head, your chest, your heart…everything. You just wanted it to stop. You needed it to stop.

Mor sat back down and reached over to take your hands in hers. There was nothing but love in her eyes, no sign of the pain that you saw when she first arrived. You want to pull away from her, pull away from the tender touch that reminded you too much of your mother.

“You survived,” She swore, looking deeply into your eyes, “You made it out. You were brave and cunning and you survived. That’s all that matters now.”

Your head shakes again, “No, it’s not all that matters. You can’t understand, none of you can.”

“Then help me understand,” She begs, “Help me understand what’s going on. Help me help you.”

“You can’t help me, Morrigan,” You said, standing up and ripping your hands away from hers.

You walked to one of the large widows, wondering how bad it would be if you flung yourself from the Palace. How much would it hurt when you crashed into the mountain below? Would it be enough to bring you the release you so desperately craved? Would Mor be able to stop you in time?

You thought long and hard about it, but in the end you turned away from the window. Hating yourself for even thinking such a thing. It would destroy Rhys to get you back only to lose you again. You couldn’t do that to him. That was the only thing stopping you.

“Azriel knows we’re hiding something,” She says from her spot on the couch, “I’m not sure how much longer we can hold him off.”

You nearly cringe at the sound of his name. Cauldron, what is he going to do when he finds out about you? How will he react? Will he even want to be in the same room as you? Will he be able to stand to look at you after everything you’ve done?

“I don’t care,” You lied, “I don’t give a fuck if he thinks you’re hiding something. You don’t tell him about me.”

“Yes I know, Rhys’ order was very clear,” She rolls her eyes.

“You should go,” You tell her, “Before they wonder where you are.”

She sighs and gets up from the couch. You can tell she wants to say something else but decides against it. You watch as she disappears into darkness. You finally felt that you were able to breathe once she left.

You fell deeper and deeper into the darkness as the days went on. The feeling in your chest only got worse with time. You wondered what would happen if you went down to The Hewen City. What would they do if their princess suddenly reappeared after so many years.

You wondered if they’d kill you, just to spite Rhys. Or if they’d bow down to you like they used to. But then you remembered one of the last conversations you had with Azriel, and how he hated the way so many of the males talked about you and you felt sick.

Everything surrounding Az seemed to make you feel that way these days. You could feel it deep in your chest, the sort of ache you always seemed to feel whenever you were away from him. After all of these years it still hadn’t subsided. In fact it seemed to be getting worse as each day passed by. Like being back in the Night Court and being so close to him was making it worse. Or maybe it was the fact that the Faebane was finally starting to wear off and your powers were coming back.

No matter the reason, you weren’t sure that you could go on like this any more. You didn’t know how you could live with the constant ache forever. Because you never planned on going back to Valaris, you couldn’t face the city you loved after what you did. After how you allowed your mother to be killed. She loved Valaris, and loved flying over the city. And it was your fault she was dead, no matter what anyone else said. You were to blame.

You didn’t expect Rhys to appear several days later. He looked tired. You wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and tell him that it was going to be okay. But even you didn’t believe that. You couldn’t believe that it would be okay. Too much had happened.

“We’re going to the Summer Court,” He tells you, “Feyre, Amren, and myself.”

“Enjoy.”

“Little Star, tell me what to do,” He begs, stepping closer to you, “Tell me how to help you.”

“I’ll tell you like I told Mor,” You sigh, “You can’t help me.”

“Come back to Valaris, be with your family.”

Your head shakes. You couldn’t bear to face Cassian and Azriel. Not now, maybe not ever. It’s something Rhys could never understand. He was able to readjust easily after Amerantha. But he hadn’t spent hundreds of years being beaten and mistreated. He wasn’t starved and drugged every day. You couldn't be mad at him, as much as you wanted to be. Because you knew he suffered too.

“I can’t come back.”

“You keep saying that but you never say why,” he challenged.

“Because it’s all my fault!” you finally broke, tears streaming down your face, “It’s my fault, Rhysand. She could still be alive if I had just done something. Anything. But I didn’t.”

“If you’re to blame, then so am I,” He countered, “It should be just as much my fault. I told Tamlin where you would be. I’m the one who didn’t come to meet you as I promised, I left you undefended.”

“It’s not your fault, Rhys,” You felt anger boiling up in you now.

Because you didn’t blame him. You never did. He had duties to attend to that day, you understood that he couldn’t get away. He trusted Tamlin. The son of spring had him fooled, and that was not Rhys’ fault. Not in the slightest.

“Then it isn’t your fault either,” He gently argued.

You can’t help but shake your head again. He didn’t understand. He couldn’t understand. He wasn’t there. He didn’t hear her. He doesn’t see her every time he closes his eyes, he doesn't hear her screams in his nightmares.

“You don’t understand,” You cried, “She didn’t even beg for herself. Even as they cleaved her wings from her body, she only begged for my life. Begged for them to set me free. Even as they hacked her to pieces, she cried for me.”

“Y/N-”

“I’ll live with that knowledge forever,” You sob, “Do you have any idea what that’s like? To know that you failed your mother? That she died for nothing, because you are nothing?”

“Don’t say that.”

“Why? It’s true. I have nothing left to give,” You shrug, fighting back the tears, “There’s nothing left for me.”

He surges forward and grabs your shoulders, “Don’t say that. Don’t you even think about it. Never think about something like that. There is so much left for you in this life.”

“It doesn’t feel that way, Rhys,” You feel numb all of the sudden.

The void is back. And you’re once again a shell of yourself with no fight left to give. You sag against Rhys’ hold on you, wishing you could just crawl back into your bed and forget that this conversation ever happened.

You wish he would just leave already so you could just disappear within yourself again. You wished he would just leave you alone to waste away. It seemed to be the only thing you could think of doing these days.

He looks into your eyes and goes silent for a moment. You know the look he has, he’s speaking to someone, mind to mind. You feel anxiety well up within you, because you have no idea who he’s speaking with and what he’s telling them.

You can only hope that it’s Morrigan and nothing else. You can only hope that he’s trying to ascertain how serious you are about having nothing left. But then shadows ripple in the room, subtly at first, but enough that you realize it. And it’s not you calling to them

“You promised me,” You cry, hitting his chest, “You fucking promised.”

“I won’t let you wither away to nothing,” He says sternly, “Not when there’s someone who can stop it.”

The shadows take form. You rip yourself from Rhys’ grasp and try to run but you hardly make it out of the room before the man is then flesh. You know the second he’s here, because you can feel it in your very bones. Like a song in your blood. You try to keep moving but your body betrays you and stops. You think that maybe he won’t take notice of you. Maybe he’ll be too focused on Rhys. But then you hear footsteps. So hesitant, so light you hardly hear them.

You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, or maybe it’s his. You think you might drop dead here. Right in front of both of them, and then where would they be? Your hands are shaking, just like the rest of your body. But you keep your back towards him, too afraid to turn around.

A hand reaches for your shoulder. His touch is featherlight, but you can feel his scars through the thin material of your shirt. You knew it was him, long before he touched you. You could smell him better now though. Could feel that void in your chest slowly starting to fill.

As if his very presence was enough to bring you back to life.

Hesitantly, he speaks. Voice so silky and deep, just as you remembered it in your dreams. Only now it’s a dream made real, and he’s here. You’re alive and he’s alive and suddenly he’s gently spinning you around to face him.

There are tears in his eyes as he opens his mouth, “Y/N.”

It’s the only thing you hear as he studies your face. Your lip trembles as tears fall anew. You can feel the air filling your chest, nothing but the scent of him filing your nose. For the first time in years you want to smile, because he’s here. And more devastatingly beautiful than you remembered him being.

“Az,” you cry out softly.

He pulls you into his chest, holding you there tightly. For the first time in a couple of hundred years, you felt complete. You nuzzle into him, still crying, getting his leathers wet with your tears. You couldn’t bring yourself to care though, because it just felt right. You could feel it deep within your chest, the part of you that always seemed to connect you to him.

“You’re alive,” You can hear the disbelief in his voice, and the wonder too.

“You’re alive,” You cry, finally allowing the words to sink in.

He was alive, after all of these years. He was untouched during Amarantha’s rule. Valaris was untouched. Everyone that you loved was okay, and so were you. Somehow, for the male holding you and your brother, you would fight to be okay.

He pulls away from you and cups your face. You watch as he looks you over, carefully scanning your body. Any of the lingering bruises from Tamlin had faded away into nothing. There was nothing to prove that anything happened at all besides the two long scars on your back.

“Y/N,” He whispers again, “Oh my Y/N.”

Then he leaned in to kiss you and it was as if your whole world shifted to just him. He was the only thing that mattered. Just Azirel. Always only Azriel. Your Azriel. Your perfect, beautiful, scarred Azriel.

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guess-my-next-obsession · 1 year

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Elementary, Finale:

pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

rating: E (18+ only—i choose not to list warnings for this one as not to spoil anything but you know how we get down over here on GMNO, happy endings only. read at your own discretion.) unedited/not proofread (for now)

wc: 7k

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June, 2004

“Don’t you dare,” Joel ordered as he surprised you from the doorway of your bedroom—your former bedroom.

You stood in front of a stack of cardboard boxes labeled “linens”, your hands resting on two sides as though you were caught mid-lift. He walked over to you with a smirk, shaking his head before lifting the box for you.

“You’re already carrying enough,” he said, eyes falling to your swollen belly, six-months into your first pregnancy.

“I think I’m more than capable of carrying a box of sheets,” you countered with a matching smirk, reaching for the box that sat below the one he just stole from you.

“Uh-uh,” Tommy came rushing in, sweeping the box from your grasp. “You got my nephew to worry about.”

“How do you know I’m having a boy?” you asked, following your fiancé and soon-to-be brother in law out of your old home to watch them load the moving truck.

“I can just feel it,” he replied, earning a smile from his older brother.

“I’m still hopin’ for another girl,” Joel admitted as he walked down the rickety metal ramp to meet you as you stood in the walkway, his hands sliding over your belly to rest on your waist. He placed a sweet kiss on your lips before letting you go. “You should go sit in the sunroom with Sarah and Jessie. Make sure they’re keepin’ room for Jesus and all that.”

“Oh, let them be. Not like we have to worry about teen pregnancy—“

“Alright, alright.” Joel covered his ears, wincing at the thought. “Still, I don’t want you workin’ too hard.”

“Joel, I promise, I’m not working hard at all. You and Tommy won’t give me the chance.”

“That’s how it should be,” he countered, walking inside the house with you following behind.

“Guys, guess what?” Sarah and her newly defined girlfriend, Jessie burst into the half-packed kitchen as you stood slowly making your way through your pantry, organizing a keep pile and a donate pile. Joel lifted a brow at her as he started on taking the metal barstools that stood at your kitchen island apart so that they could take up less room in the truck. “Britney Spears is coming to San Antonio next month.”

“Praise to the heavens,” Joel mumbled under his breath, earning a chuckle from you as you rolled you eyes at his lackluster reaction.

“That’s fun!” you replied, looking at the two fifteen year-olds. “How much are tickets?”

“Like thirty bucks,” Jessie sighed, frowning. “My mom’s gonna make me work at the restaurant to earn it.”

“Well, she’s got the right idea,” Joel stood, having disassembled the first stool. “Sarah, why don’t you come work with me and Tommy this week and I’ll buy your ticket.”

“Really?” she asked with a hopeful smile before remembering her fathers line of work. “Wait—at the site? I won’t know what to do.”

“I’m sure we can find somethin’ for you to do.”

“Yeah, I mean…Britney’s worth it,” Sarah sighed and shrugged before walking back into the sunroom with Jessie in tow.

“Hey, did I tell you we got a new hire?” Joel spoke to you as he started on the second stool.

“Oh, that’s good. I thought you were having trouble finding someone?”

“We were, but she got the seal of approval from Tommy. Guess she’s a real jack-of-all-trades type’a builder. S’just what we needed.” You smiled at him proudly, his construction company having taken off this last year and a half. They were almost too busy, too booked, leaving Joel and Tommy to stay behind and work the amount of four people instead of two just so that their projects remained on time. “Hopefully might start gettin’ two days off a week instead of one.”

“That would be nice,” you hummed, walking over to him to slide your hand over his sweaty but irresistible back as he crouched down to unscrew some bolts from the legs of the stool. “I’ve been like a lonely little housewife these last few months. Holed up waiting for my man to come back from the coal mines.”

“Oh, is that right?” He looked up at you with a smirk. It had been a few weeks since the two of you had last been together, long days at the site and, for you, at school forcing you apart. Aside from a few steamy but quick makeouts, you were left longing for your soon-to-be husband. “I been neglectin’ you, huh?”

You nodded, your smile spreading wider as you played along, your voice dramatic and theatrical as you tried on an old-timey southern belle persona. “All I got is this baby I’m brewing to remember you by.”

Joel stood up and dropped his tools on the kitchen counter before letting his hands find your waist, tugging you as close to him as your belly would allow. He leaned in, pressing a featherlight kiss to your cheek that caused your entire body to light with chills as his kisses traveled down your neck.

“Why don’t I take you into the bedroom and give you that attention you’ve been needin’ so bad,” he rasped against your skin, dizzying your mind as you clung to him, breathless and wanting.

“House full of people,” Tommy’s voice sounded, reminding the two of you why you’d gone so long without each other in the first place. “Thought this would be done by now. Been, what, three years?”

“Don’t mind him, his longest relationship has been with the goddamn Longhorns,” Joel mumbled, keeping you hugged to his body. “Don’t know a thing about real love.”

“Yeah, yeah, save me the lecture, old man.” Tommy batted his brother’s teasing away and continued on packing and moving in the living room.

“Have I really been neglectin’ you, baby? All jokes aside,” Joel asked in a whisper pressed to your ear. You squeezed him closer and laid your head on his chest, Joel’s chin resting on top of it as he held you.

“No, I mean…I do miss you, and it has been a while since we last were together, but you’re not neglecting me. You still come home and hold me and talk to me and makeout with me,” you spoke softly, your voice a soothing hum against his chest. “We’re tired people, and especially now with the baby…I didn’t expect you to be clawing my clothes off when I look like a whale—“

“Excuse me?” he snapped, pulling your head from his chest so he could sternly look into your eyes. “None’a that. You’re beautiful…carryin’ our baby. Drives me fuckin’ wild seein’ you like this. M’sorry I haven’t been energized enough to show it, but I promise you, baby…you’re drivin’ me crazy walkin’ around like this.”

His hands slipped to squeeze the globes of your ass that had grown along with your belly and hips and, well, everything else.

“Tommy’s gonna see,” you scolded in a whisper as Joel’s fingers pinched the fabric of your dress until it started to lift, allowing his hands to rest against your skin and the cotton of your panties. Weaker and breathier, you exhaled, “Or the girls.”

“I promise no one’s gonna see,” he rasped, pressing his against your neck.

“Dad, come out here quick! There’s—oh my god! There’s a scorpion!” Sarah’s high-pitched squeal had Joel rushing out into the sunroom, his teasing long forgotten as he searched the room frantically. Sarah pointed in the corner and Joel spotted it, black and bigger than any scorpion he’d seen before.

“How the hell’d you get in here?” he muttered to the insect as he guided the girls inside the house before coming inside as well to grab a cup and the dust pan.

You stood in the frame of the sliding glass door, watching him as he carefully approached the scorpion as though he was Steve Irwin approaching a crocodile.

“They don’t jump, do they?” you asked, wincing as Joel started to make contact, guiding it towards the cup. The girls were behind you as though you were a shield, both of them letting out a squeal when the scorpion tried to strike Joel’s wrist, just barely missing. “Joel, just leave it! This can just be his house now, it’s not worth it.”

“Oh, hush,” Joel barked, keeping focused on the task before him. With either skill or luck, Joel managed to sweep the ground-hog sized scorpion into the glass cup and placed the dust pan over the mouth to keep him inside. “See, I got it.”

“Dad, don’t!” Sarah got gravely serious, sternly ordering her father to remain where he was with a point of her finger. Joel grinned and continued over, making both of the girls squeal and run off through the house.

“It’s so gross,” you cringed, leaning over to look at it through the glass with extreme caution and hesitancy.

“I don’t know,” Joel lifted it to his eye level to study it. “I think he’s kinda cool lookin’. Maybe we can keep ‘em as a pet.”

“Yeah, ri-IGHT—Joel!” you shrieked in terror as he pushed the glass towards you with a bark, making you jump backwards. Joel cackled as he watched you stand with your hand over your heart, your stern eyes watching him unamused. “That wasn’t funny.”

“I thought it was,” he chuckled. You watched him walk out to the backyard and set his new friend free, your heart still thumping in your chest. “Gotta get your heart rate up every now and then.”

“I don’t think you do.” Joel laughed and walked to hold you but was stopped by your hand pushing against his chest. “No, you don’t get to touch me. I almost pissed myself!”

Joel laughed again, proud of his prank. “God, it was good.”

“I’m glad you’re satisfied. I can promise you that’s the only satisfaction you’re gonna get for a while, pal.” Joel poured immediately, following you as you walked through the house out to the front yard where Tommy, Sarah, and Jessie laid out in the grass, staring up at the sky. “Everybody, we’re shunning Joel.”

“What?” he chuckled, looking at you with amusement and affection, so rarely seeing you worked up like this.

“Sure thing,” Tommy replied, mellow and relaxed as he looked at the clouds, a beer in his hand.

“Sounds good,” Jessie agreed before pointing at the sky. “That’s a dragon.”

“Yeah it is,” Sarah agreed. “And why are we shunning dad?”

“He threw the scorpion at me.” You knew you were exaggerating, your smirk growing as you watched Joel scoff at the claim, a look of amazement on the entire time.

“I did no such thing,” he defended. “I jumped it at her—“

“Oh, that’s right. He jumped it at me,” you repeated, still smirking at him. “A pregnant woman.”

“Oh, the pregnancy card again,” Joel playfully sighed, earning a gasp from you.

“Pregnancy card? How dare you?” you laughed. “I rest my case, Sarah.”

“Alright, yeah. Dad’s shunned.” Joel rolled his eyes at you before walking over, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” he sang, widening your already smitten grin. “I promise not to throw any more scorpions at ya. You forgive me now?”

“Mmhm,” you hummed, melting into him.

“I ain’t shunned?” he murmured, kissing your shoulder innocently.

“No, but the threat’s always there. As you just saw, I have the votes.” Joel chuckled against your skin.

“Trust me, I know my place.”

A Week Later

It was a Friday, you’d been stuck at the house all alone, Sarah off with her dad at the site to earn her Britney Spears ticket money. After doing a few hours of nesting, marrying your things to Joel’s around the house, you perked up at the sight of Joel’s name on the caller ID of your cell.

“Hi,” you sang with a smile.

“Hey baby,” he greeted. “Was wonderin’ if you could pick me and Sarah up in about a half hour?”

“Ooo, I get you home early tonight?” Your smile turned into a grin.

“Yeah, but Sean’s havin’ a barbecue at his place. Invited the whole crew so I guess we should show up.”

“Well, I’m in.”

“See you in a little?”

“Sounds good, baby.”

You smiled as you flipped your cell shut, but the task of dressing yourself quickly wiped your grin away.

You felt like a whale in everything these days, and despite Joel’s eagerness for you each and every day, you felt like a stranger to yourself. Even in the dresses you’d been living in, you felt every change in the way your body used to fill them out. You quickly shooed the insecurity from your mind and dressed yourself for comfort before heading out to go pick the Miller’s up.

Rolling into the construction site, you spotted Joel and Sarah standing in the dirt parking lot out in front of the project, a woman in front of them talking. You furrowed your brows as you got closer, seeing that whoever this woman was, she was pretty—the kind of pretty that makes you wonder why the hell she’s here in a construction lot instead of on billboards and magazine covers.

Your chest felt tight with insecurity as you pulled up to them, hoping with all your might that Joel didn’t try to introduce you to Construction-Barbie.

“Alright, Meg. See ya at the party.” Joel waved to her as he opened the backseat for Sarah, a friendly—too friendly—smile on his face when he hopped in the passenger seat. “Hey baby,” Joel leaned forward for a kiss but you were still too jealous to oblige, giving him your cheek instead. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” you lied, nodding as you pulled out of the lot, the rest of the drive silent besides the pop on the radio and Sarah's soft hums.

After giving the two of them time to change into nicer clothes, all three of you piled into the car again with Joel in the driver's seat. Sarah talked about her day at work, how cool it was to work with Meg, and how surprising it was that the newcomer managed to make her dad laugh. You tried not to picture the scene.

Joel stopped at a grocery store, running in quickly to grab some beer and a few bags of chips to bring to the party while you and Sarah remained in the car.

“Meg sounds great,” you spoke, unable to keep your jealousy to yourself.

“She’s alright,” Sarah replied, seemingly noticing your insecurity. “A little chatty.”

“Your dad didn’t seem to mind,” you mumbled, mostly to yourself.

“She was a little flirty,” Sarah replied. “But dad didn’t seem to notice.”

You tried to shake the jealousy, knowing that it was silly and hormone-driven. Joel loved you. But that didn’t mean that he still couldn’t find someone else attractive at the same time.

At the party, you kept mostly to yourself. You were introverted on a good day, but with this heavy insecurity weighing you down, you found yourself retreating inward while everyone else mingled and carried on.

You were inside the house of Joel’s lead plumber, his wife buzzing around the house as she tried to corral her five children under five. You sat in the living room, watching and praying yours didn’t come out like that—loud and disobedient and restless.

“So, how far along are you?” she asked, breathless as she gave up and sat down on the loveseat across from you.

“Six months,” you replied with a small but friendly smile. “Got any advice for me?”

She chuckled and rolled her eyes. “Besides not havin’ ‘em in the first place? I don’t know—sleep whenever you can. They’ll suck the life outta you if you let ‘em.”

“A little bleak, honey,” Sean, her husband, walked in through the patio door, Joel following behind him.

“It’s the truth,” she argued, giving him a passive aggressive sigh. “It ain’t easy. ‘Specially if there’s only one parent home to do it.”

“Alright,” he chuckled, trying to ease the tension.

You stood, ready to venture beyond the tension anf chaos of the house, even if it meant having to enter the crowded backyard.

“You comin’ out?” Joel asked, holding his hand out for you to take. You accepted it and let him walk you outside. “That was brutal in there.”

“Yeah,” you agreed. Joel’s eyes scanned you as you stood beside him, staring ahead.

“You sure you’re alright? Been awfully quiet,” he noted.

“Yeah, just…feeling a little off today,” you lied.

Spotting a familiar head of strawberry blonde curls snorting with laughter as she stood with Tommy and Sarah by the grill. They both looked comfortable around her, making your stomach curl with a new type of jealousy. She wanted your entire family.

“Joel!” she called once she caught you staring. “Come over here and join us, darlin’!”

You resented the petname. Turning to Joel, you watched as his cheeks flushed, his eyes flickering to yours.

“C’mon,” he looked to you fully, attempting to slide his hand across your back but you stopped him, swatting his arm away. “Baby,” he began, but you were already too worked up to be consoled. “She calls everybody that.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” you muttered.

“Baby, you ain’t really jealous, are you?” He chuckled. Wrong move. With a furrow in your brow, you reached your hands into his pockets and tugged out the keys to the car.

“I’m going home. Call me when you wanna be picked up from your date.”

Joel called after you only once, not wanting to make a scene by raising his voice or following you out.

Back at home, you stewed. What started as hormonal territorialism quickly snowballed into justified rage. She’d clearly met your eyes, seeing you standing there beside him, and ignored you. Then, she proceeded to flirt with him right in front of you. Joel did nothing about it except for defend her, which was what you were currently most angry about.

As you aggressively turned the pages of the book you were reading to distract yourself, you were surprised to see headlights through the window. Closing your book, you got up and peeled through the blinds to see Joel and Sarah stepping out of a taxi, your cheeks heating as guilt set in. You didn’t mean for Sarah to get involved in your fight with Joel.

Hurrying upstairs, you heard the front door open, the two of them speaking downstairs but it was too faint to make any sense. As you stood in the bathroom, hurting your clothes off so that you could jump in the shower, you felt more than heard Joel’s heavy footsteps up the staircase. Soon, after you stepped into the shower, Joel found his way into the bathroom, announcing himself in the doorway.

“We’re home.” His voice was gentle, but carried a sadness to it that made you feel less angry and more guilty.

“Okay,” you managed.

“Can I come in?” he asked, the question lingering in the air for a bit before you answered.

“Yeah,” you decided.

In the matter of a few seconds, Joel was stripped and stepping in behind you, his eyes locked on yours.

“I’m sorry,” he started, stepping closer to you and the stream of water. “I told her that pet-name stuff wasn’t cool with me, but I guess she ain’t as good at listenin’ as she is talkin’.”

“She’s pretty,” you replied, desperate to keep hold of this jealousy.

“Tommy thinks so,” Joel added.

“And you?” He shook his head and rested his hands on the swell of your stomach.

“I’m too busy thinkin’ about you,” he replied. “Thinkin’ ‘bout our family.”

“I know you love me, Joel. It’s not about that,” you sighed, moving to turn around but he stopped you before you could even flinch, forcing you to look at him when you continued. “I want you to think I’m…pretty like that. To want me.”

“You don’t think I want you?” He chuckled, shaking his head in utter disbelief. “For someone who ‘doesn’t want you’, I sure seem to paw at you every minute of every day.”

“I guess you’re right,” you chuckled, finally seeing the light beyond all the dark gray that this storm of jealousy and insecurity you were caught in. “Just seeing you with someone so pretty, who does what you do—“

“First off, she’s alright. She ain’t half as good as Tommy promised me was. M’pretty sure they’re fuckin’ and that’s why he recommended her.” You laughed. “Secondly, I need you to know that it doesn’t matter who I’m standin’ next to. I’m only ever thinkin’ about the next time I get to see you.”

“You’re good at this,” you smiled, reaching to hold his face in your hands. “Defusing the bomb that is a pregnant woman’s mind.”

“You know…I think that’s the first time I ever saw you jealous,” he hummed, leaning in to press a soft, teasing kiss on your lips.

“It happens a lot, I’m just usually good at hiding it,” you whispered back, stealing a few kisses for yourself. “Think you should prepare yourself for more of this crazy. Might be this way until the baby comes.”

“I like the crazy,” he smiled.

Five years later — December 25th, 2009

“Iris, watch out—“ Your five year old daughter ran full speed through the kitchen and living room, your two year old son, Miles, clumsily chasing her with his brand new stuffed dinosaur. It was hard to be mad at either of them, their giggles filling the room along with the crunch of the wrapping paper littering the carpet beneath their feet.

“Alright,” Joel scooped both of his children up and threw them over his shoulder, earning squeals and laughter as he walked them over to the couch you were sitting on. He plopped kids onto your lap but only Miles stayed. Joel sighed and sat down beside you as Iris got up again, a mischievous grin on her face as she stood before the three of you, all eyes on her. “Well,” Joel started, lifting his hands before dropping them back onto his lap. “We paid for a show. Are you gonna sing for us, Hannah Montana?”

“Daddy, where’s the phone?” Iris asked, making a fist and then tapping it to help illustrate what she wanted.

“The microphone? Somewhere in all this mess,” you replied, gesturing to the mountain of wrapping paper on the floor. “Gotta go fishing for it, baby.”

Iris quickly got to work, making an arguably bigger mess as she searched for her brand new toy, a microphone that was supposed to be its own speaker as well, but truthfully wasn’t much louder than Iris’s voice.

“Hey, hey!” Sarah walked in the front door with a smile, two large bags in her hands stuffed full of wrapped presents. When she took in the mess, she frowned. “Ah, did you guys already do gifts?”

“Iris already had them open before we even got downstairs,” Joel replied as he walked to the door to take the bags from his now twenty year-old’s hands before giving her a tight hug. “Martin come along?”

Martin was Sarah’s boyfriend of two years, the pair meeting in her biology class freshman year of college.

“Yeah, he’s getting the bags,” Sarah replied before coming over to hug you tight.

“How are you? How’s school?” You missed having Sarah at the house but were more than proud of her for getting into the pre-med program at Stanford.

“School is school, but it’s been way easier now that we aren’t living in the dorms anymore.”

“Sissy!” Iris rushed up to her sister and waved her new Hannah Montana microphone in her face. “Sing with me.”

“Oh…yay,” Sarah forced a smile but looked to you for help.

“How about we open the gifts sissy brought instead?” you proposed and your daughter instantly agreed.

“How was the drive?” Joel spoke to Martin as he helped him carry the bags upstairs to Sarah’s old bedroom.

“Not too bad. Sarah snored the entire way.”

“Sorry ‘bout that. Think she gets it from me.”

When Joel and Martin returned from the second floor, they immediately found their spots beside their partners, each of them making the same pained groan as they sat down.

“God,” you chuckled, looking to Sarah who was already looking at you. “They’re the same person.”

“Gross. Hate that.”

“You gonna pass out the gifts or what?” Joel asked, unamused by the comparison.

As Sarah and Martin sorted out the gifts, handing a few to Iris, a few to Miles, two to you and one to Joel. Joel shook his head at the box handed to him, but Sarah’s round eyes got her her way every single time.

“Told you no gifts for me,” Joel grumbled as he ripped the wrapping. “Don’t want you spendin’ your money—“

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” she smiled, sitting down beside her boyfriend. “I think you’ll like this one. It’s a gift for everybody, but I think you’re going to have the most fun with it.”

You watched him rather than opening your own gifts, the small black box in his hand opening to reveal a key. Joel looked up with boyish eyes, shocked and excited and near tears all at the same time.

“What is it?” you asked, plucking the key from his hand.

“This ain’t—how—what?” Joel spoke through his shock.

“What’s it a key to?” you asked again, chuckling at the tears welling up in your husband’s eyes.

“My parents used to own this beat up old ranch in San Antonio, but had to sell it off when Sarah was a kid. I always wanted to buy it back and fix it up, but I just…never got around to it,” Joel finally replied to your questioning, turning to you with wet eyes and a big smile before looking at his daughter and her boyfriend. “How did—“

“My dad’s a realtor and knew the guy who was selling it, so Sarah and I put our money together to buy it back,” Martin detailed.

“In your name, so don’t get too excited. Mortgage isn’t gonna be that bad because we got it at twenty thousand and we put down a decent down payment,” Sarah added. “So, just a few hundred a month.”

“Baby girl,” Joel shook his head and looked down at the key. “How much do I owe y’all—“

“Dad, you took care of me my whole life. You deserve this. Besides, I just signed with a publisher for my book, so—“

“What?” you practically squealed, Miles covering his ears as he sat in your lap. “Congrats, baby girl!”

“Thank you, thank you,” she smiled and bowed, bringing your eyes to the shining rock on her ring finger. Joel seemingly noticed it too because his clapping suddenly ceased.

“What’s that?” he asked, his eyes shifting to Martin’s nervous stare.

“Shit—we were gonna announce it at dinner so Uncle Tommy could be here too, but…” She looked to her boyfriend. “We’re engaged.”

“Oh my god,” you gasped, your hands lifting to your mouth to hide the joy in your smile. “I’m so happy. Oh my god!”

“That’s bad, mommy,” Iris scolded. You nodded but pointed at Sarah’s ring.

“I known, but sissy’s getting married, baby!”

“Dad?” Sarah spoke to her father who sat frozen in shock. You turned to him as well, studying him carefully for any signs of anger or disappointment, but instead found only pride and joy. “Please don’t be mad. Martin wanted to ask first but I told him that’s too old school—“

“Baby, I’m not mad,” he assured softly, shaking his head as his eyes welled with fresh tears. “I’m just so happy.”

“Oh, dad,” Sarah cooed, her own eyes shedding tears as she walked over to hug her father close as he stood up. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, baby girl. So much.” Joel squeezed her once more before letting her go and turning to her fiancé. “And you too by proxy.”

After a long afternoon spent beside Joel at the computer studying the state of the ranch from the pictures Martin pulled up from the realtor, it was decided that Joel would take weekends off of work—not that he usually worked them anymore, the business having taken off so much that it forced him into a more managerial role—and drive down to the ranch to work on it, the kids and you invited of course but he understood if you didn’t want to, after all, “It ain’t gonna be pretty for a while, baby”. You agreed to let him check it out in person first before coming along because it seemed a little too dangerous for the kids with the property’s long, unmowed yard and old, untouched cabin.

Dinnertime came and so did Tommy and his girlfriend of one year—who also happened to be your good friend and a successful attorney—Maria, the two of them walking into a cleaner home than the one Sarah and Martin were greeted with. She had a six year old son, Kevin, who loved to play with your babies every time he came over.

“No fuckin’ way,” Tommy held up Sarah’s left hand to stare at the ring. “You were just a snot-nosed kid a second ago.”

“Yep,” she giggled.

“Well,” Tommy dropped her hand and looked to Martin, giving him a handshake. “You know who you’re gonna answer to if you hurt her.”

“Alright,” Joel interjected as he returned to the kitchen table that the adults were sat at while the kids played in the living room, The Grinch on in the background to busy them even more. He set a bottle of beer down in front of each of you, but Marin was quick to slide her bottle away from her. “No? And I bought the good shit just to impress y’all.”

“It’s just…” She looked to Tommy for help, the younger Miller smirking as he turned to the table.

“We’re havin’ a baby,” he announced and the table roared with applause and cheers. Joel’s smile was the widest, the two brothers locking eyes. Joel lifted his beer up to toast to life and the rest of you gladly clinked your bottles together in agreement. To life, indeed.

March, 2010

“So,” Joel started, a proud but nervous grin on his face as you climbed out of the passenger seat of the car to get a good look at the ranch. “What d’ya think?”

The long, unmowed grass was now trimmed neatly, making the land look so much bigger. Joel had fixed the gate, but you noticed that when he pulled in; he made sure to have a sign placed at the entrance reading “Miller Ranch” to properly fulfill his lifelong dream. The old, rickety cabin was now renovated and converted into a private den in case Sarah and Martin ever wanted to come stay for a while. Beside it stood a brand new ranch house, modest in size compared to the surrounding ranches, but it was big enough to hold three bedrooms, two baths, a kitchen, and a living room. But the part you loved most was the wrap-around porch he built by hand, painted a soft, pale yellow to contrast to the white of the home.

“I think,” you started, a smile growing on your face. “I wanna live here now.”

“Yeah?” he chuckled and approached you at the passenger side door, pressing you against it. “Why don’t we go inside? Maybe…test it out.”

“Mm, might as well take advantage of Tommy and Maria watching the kids,” you replied, your lips ghosting over his.

Joel tugged you along by the hand up the gravel driveway, allowing you the time to admire the little details like the swing he built onto the big oak tree between the den and the house, or the sneak peek you caught of rose bushes in the backyard. With each detail, you fell more and more in love with the property, and what was once a joke now turned into a serious longing—you wanted to move here. Bad.

“Ready?” Joel asked as he opened the screen door and rested his hand on the doorknob of the main, wooden door painted that same, soft yellow. You nodded at him and he opened the house, letting you walk in first, he flipped on the lights behind you as he entered. You gasped at the living room, how spacious but cozy it felt with a fireplace built in, not that the San Antonio weather ever really called for it.

Turning to the other side, you saw the dining room that connected into the kitchen via a square archway. You started that way, admiring the hand-made dining table before walking into the kitchen of your dreams. You let out a moan at the size of it, the brand new appliances that were a surprise but don’t worry, they’re on a lease.

Back in the hall, you carried on, admiring the framed pictures he’d hung of your joined family over the years, the smiling image of Sarah’s mother and Mary and Paul and everyone you’d lost bringing tears to your eyes.

“This is gonna be Miles’ room,” Joel opened the door to a room set up for a kid rather than a toddler aside from the bed with safety rails on it. You smiled at the thought of your son growing up here.

“And this?” you reached for the door across the hall and opened it to find a bathroom, modest but new.

“Kids bath,” he replied. Guiding you to the room beside Miles’, Joel opened it and displayed a soft pink painted bedroom that Iris was going to absolutely adore. “For baby girl.”

“Which means this has to be our room, right?” you asked, reaching for the door across from your daughter's room. “Little close, no?”

“Mm-mm,” he shook his head and entered the room, shutting the door behind him. He made a lot of noise, or at least that’s what you assumed from his heavy feet jumping on the hardwood floors, but you couldn’t hear much of anything. When he emerged, he was breathless and smiling. “Hear anything?”

“Felt you jumping around, but no,” you grinned. “You soundproofed it?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Took me a while to get it right but…we can make all the noise we want now.”

“Well,” you began, sliding your hands up his chest as you batted your eyes at him. “Why don’t we give it a proper go?”

“Yeah,” he hummed, leaning down to kiss you teasingly, forcing you to seek more of his mouth in yours. “Come on,” he rasped, tugging you into the bedroom. “There’s one more surprise on the tour before I can get you naked. Go take a look in the bathroom.”

You did as you were told, leaving him by the bed to walk into the en-suite. You gasped at the clawfoot tub perched by a large bay window, looking out at the garden of flowers he’d planted.

“Joel…you—“ You shook your head, eyes now raining tears as you stood in the middle of the bathroom. Joel laughed and came over to hold you as you buried your face in his chest. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, baby,” he chuckled, amused by your reaction. “You like it, I take it?”

“Like it?” you lifted your head and shocked him with the amount of tears soaking your eyes. “I’m about to get down on my knees.”

“You can get down on your knees after I get my fill, how about that?” he husked against your cheek as he kissed your tears. “Go lay down on the bed, baby. Everything off.”

You didn’t waste any time in obeying, practically skipping out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Your shoes and jeans came off first, then your top, and finally your undergarments before you climbed onto the mattress to test it out. Joel walked in but remained patient at the foot of the bed as you laid in the center of the mattress, beckoning him closer with the curl of your finger. Joel grinned and peeled his t-shirt off before slowly, painfully slowly, undoing his belt and jeans.

“Roll over,” he commanded. “Wanna see somethin’.”

“I wonder, what ever could that be?” you joked, rolling onto your stomach and instinctively arching your ass into the air. Joel’s knees dipped the mattress as he crawled onto the bed behind you, his hands gripping the globes of your ass as he let out a groan.

“So pretty like this,” he hummed before surprising you with a broad lick up the seam of your cunt. “My country girl.”

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be, just don’t stop.” Joel laughed at your plea but obliged, licking you again. He kept at it, his tongue greedily and filthily lapping up every inch of you it could find before tensing and burying into your cunt while his fingers rubbed circles over your clit.

“Mm,” he hummed as he pulled away for a moment to speak. “There’s a gift for you in the nightstand. Why don’t you have a look?”

You chuckled hesitantly and crawled over the mattress to reach into the nightstand on your side of the bed, finding a long black box inside. You pulled it out and turned over to sit, facing Joel as he sat on his ankles at the foot of the bed. “Open it.”

“Is this—“ You silenced yourself by opening the box, your eyes taking in the sight of one of those wands you’d been desperately dropping hints about wanting to try out. “Oh, baby. You’ve got competition now.”

“Oh, do I?” he smirked, crawling to lay over you, forcing your head to rest back against the pillows. “That’s alright. Gettin’ too old to do all that work anyways. Might as well take all the help I can get.”

“You know you’ll always have one thing no one else has,” you purred, reaching to stroke his cock as it rested on your belly. “They couldn’t replicate this if they tried.”

“Mm,” he smiled against you. “You’re just flatterin’ me now.”

“Uh-uh,” you shook your head. “It’s perfect. The way you fill me up, the way it feels inside. I’ll never get enough.”

“Fuck, baby,” he whined against your jaw as he nibbled there. “Turn it on, wanna get you ready to take me. So damn hard for you, can’t even think.”

You flipped on the vibrator, gasping at the power behind it while Joel simply groaned.

“Go on,” he urged. “Press it to your clit, baby.”

“Fuck,” you hissed as you lowered it to your bundle of nerves, the whir of the vibrations making your thighs tense and jerk, but Joel’s hips stopped them from closing.

“Does it feel good?” he asked against your pulse as he kissed the skin there.

“Yes,” you panted. “But I want you.”

“Not ‘til you cum,” he replied, trailing his fingers down your belly, past the vibrator, and into your soaked entrance. You let out an animalistic moan, something primal and so unlike yourself. “God, baby,” he moaned against you as he curled his fingers up towards that dizzying spot inside. “You don’t make those noises for me. Maybe I do got competition.”

“Joel,” you whined, unsure of what to say or how to describe how good it felt to have him inside you along with this gift of an invention. “Please. Please.”

“Cum on my fingers,” he ordered, low and dark and right into your ear. “Then I’ll give you what you want.”

As if your body had simply been awaiting the order, you came immediately, squeezing him as you writhed beneath his weight, the vibrator turned off and tossed across the bed. Joel slid into you while you were still clenching around nothing, your breath getting knocked out of your lungs at the force of his thrusts inside. You felt like you transcended into some sinful sort of heaven, one where only you and Joel resided.

“God, baby,” he whined, his arms slid beneath the arch of your back to hug you tight as he pounded into you. “So fuckin’ wet. God, I need to cum. Been too long.”

“Those fuckin’ kids,” you managed a joke, earning a laugh before he found his rhythm again.

“Baby, fuck,” he warned, his voice as wrecked as yours as you screamed his name into the empty home, your nails scratching down his back as you begged him to let you cum again, as if he ever denied you. “Go on,” he urged, sitting up on his knees to watch his cock disappear into you only to come out covered in your shine. “Fuck, come on. Cum for me. Right fuckin’ now, baby.”

“Oh!” you screamed, again unlike yourself, and clawed at his arms for purchase as your orgasm hit so hard it might have been painful if it hadn’t felt so fucking good. “Joel, please, please, please. Cum inside me.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, his face scrunched up as he watched himself let go into your pussy, his eyes glued to where you were connected while pulsed inside of you with a deep growl. When he pulled out, he quickly lowered himself to the mattress and nestled between your thighs, fucking his spend back into you with his finger while his tongue swiped round and round over your clit until you were begging him to stop. “Too much?”

“For now,” you grinned. “How much longer do we have until we have to get back on the road?”

“I’d say a couple hours,” he replied, sated but a hint of mischief in his voice. “We could always try out that new bath.”

“God, I love you.” You pulled him up and kissed deeply. “So glad you showed up to that parent teacher conference.”

“Thank you for givin’ Sarah and I a family again,” he whispered. “I love you so much, baby. I—gonna get me all choked up. I love you.”

“I love you.”

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Lyle’s IQ score Head Canon

HEAR ME OUT: as much as Lyle def gives me himbo™️ energy, I also feel like he’s supposed to be…PRETTY SMART? he’s just also goofy. Like, I feel like he’s one of those friends that’s the smartest but also the dumbest person you’ve ever had at the same time.

Here is my evidence (dons glasses and grabs a laser pointer)

1. First and foremost, I’m pretty sure Quaritch wouldn’t let a dumbo be able to advance to the rank of Corporal, so Lyle needs to have SOME level of competency (but there’s still some room for his goofball nature lol).

Side note, studies show that people who are comical tend to have higher IQs since it ranks critical thinking to understand humor and make jokes. So Lyle is at least smart in that department.

2. In the first movie, we can see that Trudy trusts him enough to work on her Samson. We all know how much Trudy LOVED her Baby, so she must have had some serious trust in Lyle (someone who wasn’t an RDA mechanic) to let him even TOUCH her Rogue One’s equipment.

3. Also in the first movie, Lyle actually knows his stuff about combat theory and the AMP suits. When Quaritch has Lyle survey the aftermath of the Omatikaya’s retaliation for the destruction of the Tree of Voices, Lyle is able to describe in detail what the damages are. He’s able to tell that the arrows were fired from Ikrans based off the angles of the arrows in the damaged equipment and dead bodies, he can say for a fact that the AMP suits are not just damaged but what exactly is damaged (the Driver in this case).

4. Now in the 2nd movie, we actually get to see more of his smarts come into action. Lyle actually gets promoted from Corporal to Lieutenant and becomes second in command to Quaritch. The RDA wouldn’t let that happen if he was purely a trigger happy soldier; you needs some gray matter for that position.

5. Next, Quaritch looks to LYLE to pull the security feed off of OG Quaritch’s AMP suit. And Quaritch is a smart guy too, but it feels like Big Curly Q knows he’s out of his depth on this one and just hands it off to Lyle because he knows that he actually knows his stuff.

But ya, thanks for coming to my TedTalk :)

Also, a few other hcs I embrace

Lyle is that ONE gringo friend that knows FLUENT Spanish (and possibly knows other languages as well). And when I say Gringo, I don’t mean he’s white but is still Hispanic, no. There is a reason why JamCam named this man after Wainfleet, Ohio (the Ohio of Ohio). But nobody questions his ability to speak Spanish. You leave him alone in any Authentic Hispanic setting and come back in 20 minutes, they’re running to the liquor store because they already ran out of Tequila/pisco/etc. TEAM LATINO LOVES HIM

*side note, Jake probably knows some Spanish too since he did his tours in Venezuela. Who knows, maybe he taught some to Spider because he knows he’s team Latino. A

*and Quaritch probably knows some of Nigeria’s native languages (Hausa, Yoruba, Igbo, etc) since he did 3 whole tours there before coming to Pandora

Lyle likes 90s music (Britney Spears, Mariah Carey) but mainly SHAKIRA. I could see him just dancing alone to Hips Don’t Lie and someone walks in trying to get his attention, but he doesn’t notice and they have to clear their throat and he just screams when he finally notices them

He can dance Samba, Cumbia, Tango, Flamenco. ANYTHING in that family HE CAN DO IT FLAWLESSLY ASU PAPI

Might come from a family of mechanics and worked in a mom and pop mechanic shop (I embrace that one HC where he has a love for cars and just engineering in general). Maybe he wanted to be a more refined engineer but just couldn’t pass the tests since he was more of an intuitive thinker and tests favor more of the technical thinkers.

Likes DragonBall Z but will never admit it

#avatar #avatar the way of water #avatarfanart #avatar2 #miles quaritch #jake sully #trudy chacon #lyle wainfleet #recom lyle wainfleet #lyle wainfleet headcanons

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Okay, so you like Velvet and Veneer? Well, if you get the chance, I want you to speak! TELL ME EVERYTHING!! I want you to give me headcannons please, as many as you can think of :)

pls and thx!!

AHHH! OK so I've never done anything like this but I put as many as I could think of. If I come up with anything else, I'll edit this and add it (or just make a new post)

(lots of words ahead 💀)

General headcanons :

- They one hundred percent had the Barbie mugshot but with Velvet's deadly stare instead

- and Veneer made sure he looked good; they are taking a picture after all

- I think Velvet might be a little taller than Veneer but they're both taller than average

- never leaves the house without heels or platforms or both

- Veneer has must-be-wearing-a-crop-top syndrome. Can't be cured 😔

- I'm sorry but they totally sang Circus by Britney Spears. That song is so V&V coded and has female and male vocals too 😩

- The sass is too hard to contain for this duo. Once a sly thought appears in their mind, they have to voice it (but I'm not complaining. They're iconic)

- Veneer can be a little blunt or rude sometimes. I know ppl like to imagine him as just the caring and silly sibling but he did everything Velvet did. He just had morals that started to kick in once the threat of being a killer was thrown at him.

(I mean did you see him nearly just toss Floyd down the toilet 💀)

- of course, I still think he is silly and kind and chooses to do so for a fair portion of the time but he's no stranger to being ignorant to most of his wrongdoings as well

- and I think they both have some trauma from practically killing Floyd. GET THEM THERAPYYY

- I think Velvet would like decorating and making things ✨Aesthetic✨

- like a little journal that she'd write her feelings in and then fill with beautiful stickers and photos (totally not a burn book....)

- I think Poppy would love love looove to see Velvet's journal filled with beautiful stationary. She'd probably get her into scrapbooking and they'd make the cutest little displays or books just brimming with photos, cutouts, diagrams, and more.

-Poppy and Viva can be a little overwhelming for Velvet at first but they'd totally become great gal pals and just chat all day.

- and at first, Bergen features might be a little....alarming to Velvet but she'd learn to love Bridget just like Poppy does

-also both are invited to the broppy wedding... 👀

- she also of course become friends with the BroZone brothers but I get more into that below ⬇️

"Story" headcanons :

- So for Velvet, I think in the movie she was so blinded by her need for fame and luxury that she didn't notice how her family (Veneer) helped her and stuck around through all the things she said and did. This would separate her from being just a complete villain because I do believe that she can reform herself into something better

- In Jail, I think Velvet would really hate it and everyone around her. She probably wouldn't want to talk to Veneer at all at first but being alone might give her time to reflect on herself

- over a little time, I think she'd realize how Veneer was always there for her and understood her ways. She'd definitely come back around and they'd be back to being as close as they were before, maybe even more

-It would take some time for both Velvet and Veneer to adjust.

- Veneer would dislike jail very much. He's so used to his life of luxury that I'm sure he'd be surprised by how little you get behind bars

- and with Velvet wanting to be alone, he would probably feel more alone than ever

- but he knows he did the right thing and even though prison sucks, he'd get through it

- Veneer would probably try to make friends with some of the people there but it is prison soo.... I'm not sure how well that would go.

- if anyone came to visit him, he'd be so happy cuz jail is sooo boring and he'd finally get to yap away to somebody who knows him.

- you just know they'd be styling that prison jumpsuit the best the can

- can you sneak heels into jail??

- Velvet and Veneer are kinda "eye candy" for the criminals in jail and they might get targeted by those who are jealous or looking for a fight

-Velvet's not the only one with an attitude problem, Veneer can very well relay a comment or two that can easily get them into some trouble. He'll have to work on that along with his sister, learn how to correctly treat the people around them

- After they become besties again, they'd have each other's backs like never before. I think Velvet really really does care about Veneer and if anything ever happened to him, she'd be devastated. This time, she'd really like to treat him how he deserves and nurture that sibling bond.

- and you know once anyone throws hands with one sibling, the other comes swinging

- 💥KNOCKOUT💥

- not the best thing to do if you want to get out of jail fast but hey, nobody messes with twins and gets away with it

- Due to other more serious situations being forgiven in the past, I think Velvet & Veneer wouldn't be in prison for too long. I can easily see BroZone forgiving them and offering to help the twins with whatever they'd need

- Veneer would definitely become great friends with Floyd and even Bruce. After all, he knows what it's like to be sensitive and a heartthrob 😌

- and I can see Velvet relating to Branch and J. D. She's probably a control freak (or was) and always wants everything to be perfect, just like John Dory. That's something they'd both have to work on. And I think Velvet and Branch can relate to one another's sassy sarcastic comments and occasional snide remarks.

- I can also see them joining Clay's sad book club. I need to see a scene of Veneer just balling his eyes out after finishing a book while all the others just pat him on the back 😆

- @horrorartist23 did a couple of drawings of Velvet & Veneer(or maybe just Ven idk) working at Bruce's Beachside Bar and I LOVE THAT IDEA SO MUCH.

- ESPECIALLY since Bruce said his family was a total Veneer household. I think it would be so cute for not only his kids getting the chance to meet Vel&Ven but also for Vel&Ven to get a little bit of real work experience.

- it would be so good for them to work at a place like that to learn about themselves and a work environment.

- plus the whole island is gorgeous and pretty luxury, which would fit into they're ideal environment. AND everything is Rageon sized so they don't have to worry about being too big!!

- They'd literally be working hard and making it look easy 💀

- I think it's perfect and I love it

-after jail and therapy, I think Velvet would really love the life she has. She'd of course still make mistakes sometimes and her sass will never leave. That's just who she is and none of us would want to change that . But she'd have a way healthier mind and so would the people around her.

- I think both of them might want to actually learn how to sing and dance like real performers

- Velvet hates making mistakes or not being perfect at a skill immediately. I know how that is and it's really difficult to get past but with more encouragement from Veneer and even the Brozone brothers, she'd become the star she always knew she was.

- And Veneer would take initiative for himself and practice performing like a real idol. I feel Veneer would also struggle with wanting perfection immediately but I think he'd really fall in love with dancing and this would help him keep up the determination. And he'd be really good at it too after some practice

- Knowing how good they can be if they put in the work would be a huge motivator too. Cuz they only stole Floyd's talent, not his voice. And because of this Velvet knows that she sounds good when she's at her peak in skill. They know that they can be amazing, they just have to work for it this time

-Trying to become famous again for the right things would definitely be hard. They're reputation is awful

- BUT, I think Mount Rageous would give them a chance to prove themselves. Considering how all Rageons are obsessed with media, fame, and celebrities, I think they couldn't resist the bait of former popstars Velvet & Veneer coming back to the stage, this time with their own talent that they've truly worked hard to perfect.

- And they'd deserve it for how much work they put into reforming their lives.

- Plus, nobody can take away their love for the stage and performing. They're too iconic to forget 💅

- and you know I'd be keepin' my eye out for that V&V/BroZone collab 🌟

- First live performance with BroZone, Velvet and Veneer are getting their Perfect Family Harmony. And you can bet it will be the most amazing thing to ever grace the planet

- I'd die 💀

That's all that I can think of right now 🤔 I hope you enjoyed reading my thoughts on these two. I really really love them and getting to write this down was really fun. If you have any ideas you'd like to expand upon or thoughts you'd like to share, let me knooww! And of course, Thank you sweetgirl15161819 for sending this ask!! 💖 💖

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crystalofmoon19 · 8 months

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Radar - Striker x Female Imp Reader

I don't think you know (know) I'm checking you so hot, so hot Wonder if you know you're on my radar On my radar. On my radar. Radar - Britney Spears.

You were invited to a family reunion by your family on the other side of the ring of Wrath, you love living with your family but you also liked to walk around, that is why your relatives made the preparations. You decided to take a walk to distract yourself.

It's like that when you noticed that a rodeo was taking place, it seemed to be some kind of horse competition, you hadn't seen an event like that since you were a child. So you decided to go see that rodeo, just out of curiosity and fun.

You didn't regret doing it, it was really very exciting to see how the competitors tamed their infernal horses, you also liked these last horses with their powerful flames. You enjoyed watching the event like never before, when you were about to leave, that's when you heard the presenter's voice.

"And we introduce our latest competitor, STRIKER!"

Your gaze went to the competitor who appeared riding his hellish horse, he did not seem to be like any other imp you had seen before, he had the typical features of the males of the species such as white hair and ringed horns but beyond that his Its skin was paler than the reddish skin of the imps and it had green eyes that had a look reminiscent of a reptile and its tail was covered in what appeared to be spikes.

"A snake?" You said out loud when you concluded that it could be a hybrid.

The cowboy, despite being focused on the competition, seemed to hear your voice as his eyes shifted to you for a moment and you were surprised as you quickly tried to cover your obvious blush with your fan.

You never liked snakes, you always considered them to be a bad omen because they were poisonous and could do harm, but you couldn't deny that Striker was too attractive for your own good.

He had an interesting sense of style, a million-dollar smile, and you thought maybe you could handle that animal in the sack.

You shook your head as you saw how lustful your thoughts were for that rattlesnake demon, even though you were attracted to him and couldn't take your eyes off him, you knew he couldn't be trusted.

Your feminine intuition told you that Striker couldn't be trusted, after all he was still a snake and snakes can never mean anything good, and you weren't wrong because you saw him cheating in the competition and he proved to be very arrogant. He was definitely not trustworthy.

"Vil víbora." You said loudly and it seemed like Striker heard you but he didn't understand what you said. You had Latin/Hispanic roots after all and you didn't mind speaking in Spanish, on the contrary you like to speak your native language, so you did well to speak in Spanish so that the people around you wouldn't understand what you said.

However, you couldn't take your eyes off Striker, he was too handsome to ignore and even though he was a cheater he also competed well, you could tell that he already had experience in that. It was no surprise that he won the competition and you really applauded the rattlesnake demon's victory, and this time you felt his predatory gaze directed towards you, you felt like your heart was racing for now at that minimal reaction.

The sensation felt like he was a real rattlesnake stalking its prey, you felt scared by that sensation, but at the same time you liked it.

You watched as Striker claimed the prize of victory from him and he once again directed his deadly gaze at you, you only thought to look away from him, and before you could do anything you heard your father's voice calling you.

"Y/N, mija, let 's eat!"

Your father's voice was like angelic choirs to you and you immediately went to him. Thinking that maybe this way you could get rid of the rattlesnake demon, it was a strange duality that generated you, since on the one hand you knew that he was not going to do anything good for you and yet you wanted to be able to meet him, perhaps approaching Striker would be like trying tame. to a beast; It could be dangerous yes, but if you take that risk you might be able to tame it.

Striker was definitely giving you a lot of emotions and you immediately knew that despite everything, you couldn't stay away from Striker, after all he was on your radar.

#helluva boss #helluva boss striker #striker #helluva boss striker x reader #striker x reader #striker x reader female #songfic

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How sure are you that Amber is lying? About how sure you were that Taylor Swift was a lying bitch manipulative mean woman snake, and deserved to die, lose her career, be assaulted, “stop existing,” be “taken down a peg,” have her awards taken away, all due to your undeniable, super concrete, phone call recording proof?

How sure are you that Amber is not only mentally ill when her “diagnosis” wasn’t a diagnosis by any means, but that this also means she is clearly the one doing something wrong and should be stopped? Maybe about how sure you were that Britney Spears was “sick, out of her mind,” and deserved to have her children taken away, have her bad influence on girls stopped, and was clearly incapable of living her own life, because being mentally ill means you’re either incapable or dangerous? --- all because the media “diagnosed” her as such?

How sure are you that Amber is a huge fame/attention seeking cheating slut, that deserves to get beaten around? About how sure you were that Paris Hilton was a huge fame seeking slut when her 33 (fourteen years older than her) year old boyfriend released the tapes against her will and knowledge, when she was a teenager? Or maybe you’re as sure that Amber is a money digging shallow blonde as you were that Paris was one, even though now we know she was just reacting to deeply traumatizing childhood abuse and CPTSD?

When all of those things happened (and we could keep going), did you do your own research? Did you look into things yourself? Or did you just believe what someone told you, that someone told them, that their cousin read this on the headline cover of a magazine? Did you use your own critical thinking, or did you just believe what someone “exposed” on Twitter?

And when all of the truth came to light, did you feel ashamed? Were you one of the people clamoring about the “deceitful, hateful, media” and how “we really should” think before dolling out judgement, specially in a public forum? Maybe you were one of the people pointing out how many profited from the taken down of these people?

None of these cases, none of the “regrets” people have over it, no amount of “I’m sorry I went on with the crowd,” NONE of it means ANYTHING, if we don’t learn anything from them.

That all being said. If you’re STILL so sure, tell me: How SURE are you? Are you SO sure that you would laugh at a recounting of repeated rapes? Are you SO sure, that you would help propagate sayings such as “bitches lie”? Are you SO sure, that you would feel comfortable knowing that abusers who are NOT celebrities can and have now started using your mockery as a defense? Are you SO sure that you don’t care if your posts and mocking videos discourage victims even more from speaking up at all? Are you SO sure that if your harassment did cause another human being to take their own life, you’d celebrate? Are you SO sure that you know for a fact you’ll be happy and satisfied with yourself having spent all the money you’ve made from the mockery of a domestic violence case, if an year -- or 10 years -- from now some sort of evidence you finally believe comes up?

Are you THAT sure?

You might never believe her. You might even be right. But even if you are, is THIS the legacy you want to leave behind? Is this amount of hatred and harassment that you think will help other victims of abuse? Is this how you think that the rights of male victims of abuse are to be forwarded? With mockery of recounts of abuse and sexual assault? With online harassment? Whether you believe them to be real or “stolen” or “made up”? Because trust me, even if you are right, someone has been through, and is going through, these exact things. Do you REALLY think they’d take joy in watching you? That they’d laugh at your videos? Or are you so sure that you are right, that you just don’t care?

How sure are you?

#anti johnny depp #i stand with amber heard

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the-marron · 21 days

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When I was a kid I used to love Britney Spears. Her music videos fascinated me - they were colourful and they seemed to have a story to tell, so I adored watching them and making up my own stories that went along with what was happening on the screen. I didn't know English back then at all, so I didn't understand a word, but her songs brought me joy and I adored her.

When I got a bit older, around maybe 8 or 9, it turned out that liking Britney Spears is BAD TM. Because she is a stupid blonde, you see. My parents told me I was too smart to listen to trashy pop. They helped me get the CDs, yes, but they were always given to me with a 'eh, I hope you will grow out of it soon'. I was a smart kid, I shouldn't listen to stupid things.

My peers also mocked Britney, telling me all the other artists that were better to listen to, like Christina Aguilera. She was the smart, edgy blonde, so if I had to listen to silly songs, then I could at least pick a more mature, better option.

There were other artists I listened to, of course, it's not like Britney was the only one that spoke to me, but when I learned English enough to understand what the songs were about, I grew to like them more - the songs about trying to be your own person, about not accepting what other people tell you you should be. About parents deciding what you should do and like. They resonated with me, even though I was 'too smart' for that sort of music.

As most kids do, I started to hide it. When I was 10, maybe 11, I made a very good impression of being over it. I listened to Rammstein now, sometimes to Linkin Park. It was much better, according to many.

My dad told me he was proud of me when I told him I enjoyed Sabaton. "Finally, you grew out of your stupid era!"

I was sufficiently shamed by that point to never mention my Britney Spears phase. It was the butt of jokes at family dinners still, because it was such a funny thing for a kid to like silly music. Now that the kid was over it, we should mock it as viciously as possible. Just in case said kid wants to revert to the old ways.

To be completely honest, I copied that approach - my victim of choice was Adele. It was in high school already, and I absolutely abhorred her songs. I found them whiny, overhyped, unnecessarily tearful and man-oriented, they all sounded the same to my ears, so whenever someone said that their favourite song was something of Adele's, my first thought was 'but you are smart? Why her?'

Fast-forward to now, and with Britney Spears's book released, it turns out that listening to her is okay now. It's feminist. It's fine and even good to say outright that you are a fan. Because she is a victim of abuse now, so it's fine and morally correct to like her. Her songs and lyrics have value now. Curious.

The thing is, I truly did grow out from my Britney phase. I retain some sentiment for a few songs, but either it's simply not who I am anymore, or I successfully eradicated my interest in her to stop feeling ashamed whenever her name comes up in a conversation. Doesn't matter which one it is, the effect is the same.

However, now I am old enough to see that what was done to my Britney phase, I applied to other singers - Adele, Billie Eilish, to name a few. There is always a woman singer to hate, someone whose lyrics and music "you are too smart to enjoy".

There is no real take away from it really, all of that are just musings born out of an idle mind, but now I believe that songs are a bit like poetry - you either connect with it or you don't, either it touches you or it doesn't. One person will see themselves in Adele, someone else will find themselves mirrored in Billie Eilish, someone else feels seen whenever they listen to Mitski. It's a universal feeling we all experience, to like a song and think 'wow, this speaks to me!', we all just have different tastes and different experiences.

I just know that right now, I no longer want to be the person who says 'I thought you were smarter than this?' whenever someone shares their favourites.

#britney spears #but it's also about taylor swift now #marron on the rant #marron gets personal

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do you have any k2 fanfic recommendations??

HI ANO N Very honored u came to me for this lol i'm also going to be including fic recs my friends gave to me because i haven't been reading (ive been busy lately!) fic recs below the cut!

Mysterion Begins | K2/Kysterion | T | TW: None author: indirectkissesiniceland I'm still reading this! The chapters feel short but the pacing + story is so good. Kenny and Kyle's relationship in here is sooo ;;_;; it's so soft to me and I'm such a sucker for pining.

SUMMARY: Four years of college didn't get Kyle any closer to figuring out what he wants to do with his life, but his friend Jimmy pulls through for him with an opening in the newspaper office where he works. Newbies have never been known to get glamorous work, of course, and Kyle's first assignment proves it: a filler piece on a costumed vigilante calling himself "Mysterion." When a dangerous situation brings him face-to-face with the hero himself, however, Kyle—and the growing number of readers his articles on the friendly neighborhood superhero bring in—seeks the answer to a question that burns within him: Who is Mysterion? it's three am, i hope you're home | K2/Kysterion | T | TW: None author: JuniperTrees AGH.. SORRY I'M A SUCKER FOR KYSTERION. THIS ONE WAS VERY GOOD, I want to tell you my favorite part but I don't want to spoil it for you!! I think when you read it, you'll know which part it is (hint: it's near the end. LMFAO) SUMMARY: Kyle knows what he wants, but Mysterion keeps climbing in through his window. back to december | K2 | T | TW: None author: JuniperTrees AJGSKLKJHFG9AOJLGKHSHSJODGDKLHJSAGNBLDKFSHJSJGISLKBMSDHJSOIGKLSAGJNASKHSAJSGJSALDK TTHE Y FALL IN LOVE. AND THEY GROW OLD. AND THEY LOVE EACH OTHER. One of my favorite fics, I just really love seeing K2 grow up together and the way the author wrote it was phenomenal. SUMMARY: Kenny has always been involved with Kyle’s holiday celebrations in one way or another. Take Me High and I'll Sing | K2/Kysterion | E | TW: domestic violence, smut author: Courtanie sorry for being kysterion trash i didnt mean it. i actually really enjoyed this fic, i think the author did a great job on portraying kyle's character when it comes to him being concerned about kenny being mysterion (idk if that makes sense). it gave me a rollercoaster of feeLS and ugh... its... its soft. im so bad at giving opinions im sorry LMFAO SUMMARY: For far too many years Kyle has watched Kenny slipping in and out of his heroic persona, wondering each night if it would be their last together. But when it's his needs stacked against the safety of the rest of their town, finding common ground is far more difficult than either of them could have accounted for. Lionheart | K2, Creek | T | TW: None author: indirectkissesiniceland i haven't read this one, yet! though, my good friends recommended it twice AND it's by indi so i trust that this is v v v v good :) SUMMARY: For far too many years Kyle has watched Kenny slipping in and out of his heroic persona, wondering each night if it would be their last together. But when it's his needs stacked against the safety of the rest of their town, finding common ground is far more difficult than either of them could have accounted for.

Ok, Cupid It Isn't Funny Anymore | K2 | T | TW: None author: Courtanie this one is my favorite because i love the oblivious pining and k2 being the dumbest people on planet earth when it comes to each other. stan is so sick of their bullshit here KLJDSGLKSGJSDFLKJ SUMMARY: Years of sabotaging one another's dates and dancing around feelings have led Kenny and Kyle to fall into states of pitiable loneliness. Living under the same roof sure doesn't help the situation, but some vodka might. Playback | K2 | T | TW: None author: Corrupted_Quiet i love britney spears ok and kenny here loves her too. this is one of my favorite fics !! i hope you like it as much as i did too, i thought it was really cute and the way author uses music here is fun! SUMMARY: Kenny's always listened pop music, with its bumping beats, simple lyrics, and easiness at capturing the complexities of love. Sometimes he feels himself in those songs, especially when pining over Kyle Broflovski. No one else knows that part, though, secret kept between himself and his playlist of Britney songs. But one day, his music decides to stop playing quietly, and start blasting out of his head. Oh, baby, baby, how was he supposed to know?

Daywalkerpox | K2/Kysterion (Side Stendy & Creek) | E | TW: sexual content author: Zormikea THIS WAS THE FIC THAT MADE ME SHIP K2 EVEN FURTHER. I have to reread this fic because it's been a while but oh my god i could not stop reading it when i first saw it.. SUMMARY: It’s not love. It’s not affection. It must be a disease, then.

Kyle wonders if it’s curable. Kenny knows it isn’t. Peering Through Windows | K2, Cryle (Side Stendy) | E | TW: graphic depictions of violence, non-con, major character death, sexual content author: jwink85 PLEASE be super cautious going into this fic as it does include a lot of heavy topics and depictions of said warnings listed above. that being said, this was one of the first fics that i read coming back to the fandom (i found it through the animatic based off this fic LOL). personally i like it, i really enjoy the author's storytelling here and how she takes care of certain events happening in the fic. i get that this might not be everyone's cup of tea though! please note that craig here plays a heavy villain in this story and kyle is the victim of the villain in this story, so if they're one of your favorite characters and you don't want to see them this way i think it's best to avoid this one! SUMMARY: Kyle was so in love with the good doctor until he revealed himself to be a monster...by then, it was too late. Fell In Love with a Dead Boy | K2 | T | TW: None (character death but it's kenny's) author: spirograph I NEVER READ THIS ONE!! BUT MY FRIEND SAID THIS AS A RECOMMENDATION SO I'm going to put this down here for you! I hope you like it, anon! SUMMARY: In the 3rd grade Kenny dies for the first time. OKAY, I'll stop here. Let me know what you think when you read some of these, anon!!!!! if i had to suggest what to start off with first i'd suggest mysterion begins and/or daywalkerpox!!!!! two very very very good fics!!!!!!!! if i have anymore in mind, i'll reblog this with add ons!!!!!!!!!!! :DDD @herbietales and @allymumu helped me out with fic recs so if needed, you can ask them too!! <333

#THANK YOU FOR ASKING <33333 #asks #fic recs #sp k2

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foreverrandomwritings · 1 year

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Actions Speak Louder Than Words- Part 5

Summary: It’s dog fight football day how will Mute and Ramble handle it? Will feelings be hurt on the sunny california day?

Pairing: Romantic!(slow burn) Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia x Afab!OC

Warnings: Swearing, tattoos, drinking, anxiety I think that’s it. As always if I missed anything please let me know.

Word count: 2995

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Jane and John had both eaten a quick bowl of cereal and some fruit for breakfast as they had slept in and were running slightly late for their afternoon plans. They got dressed quickly. Jane opted for black biker shorts and one of John’s shirts because she wanted one that had a bigger fit today. John put on a pair of athletic shorts and a t-shirt. They both wore gym shoes.

The car ride over was filled with the duo singing along to one of John’s playlists. It bounced between the Black Eyed Peas to Britney Spears to Three Doors Down. They talked about when they were going to order the stuff for the home theater. Ramble brought up Fanboy to which Mute blushed and told him to drop it. They pulled into the parking lot of the bar both excited to play dog fight football for the first time.

They saw that some of the others had already arrived and that some of them weren’t there yet. Jane was the first one out of the car this time. But John was quick to meet her on her side of the car. He opened the back door and reached into their beach bag for the sunscreen. He sprayed down Jane and then she returned the action. He grabbed the bag as Jane went to the trunk grabbing out their chairs just in case.

Mute had a really good feeling about the day. After the week with the crew she was finally starting to feel like she fit in. The final point was what Mickey told her last night. How they were all her friends and that they loved having her here. More importantly, he was her friend.

As they made their way behind the building they heard music coming from inside. As they rounded the building they saw Fanboy, Payback, Halo, and Hangman already on the patio. Fanboy and Mute made eye contact over Hangman’s shoulder and Mute put a finger to her lips telling him to be quiet. She carefully made her way behind Hangman. Once she was about a foot away from him she let out a loud “boo” which had the pilot jumping in the air screaming.

He whipped around seeing the duo giggling behind him. Mute had a giant triumphant smile on her face. “Fuck Mute you’re just as sneaky as Bob is.” He told her, shaking his head. Mute made her way up the stairs gaining high fives from Payback and Halo.

“Hi Fanboy.” Mute said to the back seater and he decided he’d never get tired of hearing her say his callsign.

“Hiya Mute, have a good drive in?” He asked her with a friendly smile on his face.

“We did, even though I had to listen to John’s absolutely terrible singing the whole time.” John smacked the red head's arm at that.

“Hey don’t be rude, I’m the best fucking singer you’ve ever heard.” He told her with a pout.

“Oh yes I’m so sorry forgive me oh amazing one.” Mute said, trying hard not to laugh. Fanboy just stared at her, happy to see her calmer and more relaxed than when she left the night before. He hoped he could see her like this everyday.

“I’ll forgive you this time. But only because you are just too damn cute not to.” John said as he tapped her nose with his finger giving her a beaming smile. She swatted his hand away in return before giving him an equally happy smile.

“Where’s everyone else at?” John asked the group of aviators.

“Omaha decided to stay home because his wife isn’t feeling well today. Fritz and Rooster are inside helping Penny, Mav and Hondo with something. Bob and Phoenix are on their way.” Halo replied to the taller man.

“Where’s Coyote at?” Mute asked Hangman, the blonde seemed mildly surprised at the question. The only time she had spoken to him was in the air.

“He had to run by the store to grab a case of water and some chips for lunch. He should be here soon though. Then we’ll see how good you play.” He responded to her sending a wink her way at the end of the sentence.

“She’s gonna whoop your ass bagman.” Phoenix spoke up from behind him as she and Bob rounded the corner. Mute gave her a fist bump as they made their way onto the patio.

“I’m gonna run the food inside. Then we can head out to the beach and get our chairs set up.” Phoenix said to Mute as she passed her, Mute gave her a nod in reply. Phoenix was quick running the food in and was out in less than a minute. As the two front seaters started down the stairs Mickey, John and Bob joined them.

🌊🏈🌊🏈🌊🏈🌊🏈

They had finished setting up about 15 minutes ago. Chairs, umbrellas, coolers and bags all lined up. Natasha, Bob and Mickey had explained the rules of dogfight football and now they were all sat talking getting to know each other better. Mute stood up and announced she was going to run up to the bar and asked if anyone needed anything. They all told her they were fine.

Then she was on her way to the building. She passed by Coyote on the patio who must've gotten there while they were setting up. She gave him a nod in greeting before slipping into the building a wave of cool air hitting her as she entered. Right before the door closed she heard Hangman speak up.

“Have any of you heard her talk as much as she did this morning when she got here?” He asked the group but Mute didn’t stick around to hear their reply. She rushed to the bathroom as anxiety flowed through her.

She had finally felt like she was fitting in. She was hoping she could find a group where she was comfortable. But now she was regretting talking so much. She should’ve known better, thoughts of her childhood flowed through her mind. All the times kids, teachers and her parents told her she talked too much. How the kids would tell her to just shut up already. How her parents would reprimand her when teachers would write on her report cards that she was talkative.

She had decided when she graduated high school and started the academy that she wouldn’t talk to anyone unless it was a superior. John was the only one she had opened up to in ages. He had wormed his way into her life no matter how much she silently protested. Now her heart broke as she realized it was like high school all over again.

She quickly went to the bathroom before slipping back outside and walking down the beach. Everyone was gathered around near the water so she hurried her steps until she was stood by John. He flung his arm over her shoulders and pulled her into a side hug continuing his conversation with Maverick. She noticed a beautiful woman she hadn't seen before standing and talking to Rooster about something. As their conversation died out Mav turned to Mute.

“Hey Mute.” He greeted her with his usual Maverick smile then he gestured towards the woman that had been talking to Rooster. She wasn’t standing next to Rooster anymore she was right next to Mav. Mute must’ve zoned out because she didn’t see her walk over.

“This is my fiancé Penny, I don’t think you’ve met her yet. She was out the two nights you guys came this week.” Then Maverick was nodding towards Mute and Ramble. “This is my new two seater team I was telling you about. Jane and John or otherwise known as Mute and Ramble.”

“You are the pair that got tone on him Monday aren’t you?” Penny gave a beaming smile before extending her hand to shake the aviators.

“That would be us.” John replied quickly with a proud smile on his face.

“He needs his ego knocked down sometimes so thank you for that.” Penny said back, sending a wink towards Maverick. He gave her a playful shake of his head at that.

“Alright old man, are you ready to get your ass kicked?” Rooster said as he came up behind Maverick and slapped him on the back lightly.

“I’m gonna kick your ass sounds more like what’s going to happen.” The captain replied.

“Let’s get this party started, aviators.” He yelled out to the group.

“Rooster, Fanboy, Fritz, Mute, Phoenix and Coyote on a team. Halo, Bob, Ramble, Hangman, Payback and myself on the other.” He said as everyone gathered around the footballs. Hondo blew a whistle and then they were off.

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Mute was having a great time, she had gotten the hang of the game pretty quickly. The thoughts of what Hangman said earlier were cleared from her head as she was passed the ball by Fritz. She could see Ramble coming towards her from the corner of her eye. She sidestepped him quickly as he came up on her. The wind rushed across her face as she ran past her backseater.

She was on cloud nine as she weaved through the aviators until she was scoring with the ball. Her team cheered her name as they all came up on her. Rooster and Coyote picked her up as Phoenix gave Hangman a middle finger. Fanboy and Fritz were hollering at her patting her legs. She had a wide smile on her face when her eyes connected with Fanboys. He gave her a beaming smile, a look of pure happiness in his eyes.

As she was set back down on her feet John came running over. He dramatically fell to his knees before bringing his head down to the ground. His arms were stretched out towards Mute hands grasping sand. He brought his head back up. The sand he gathered in his hands slipped through his fingers as he brought his outstretched arms towards the sky. Mute giggled at her best friend's antics realizing he was bowing for her.

“All hail the powerful Jane.” He spoke out in an announcer's voice. Then like dominos all the aviators around her fell to their knees. Bowing dramatically at her feet.

“All hail the powerful Jane.” They all spoke out through their laughter. The scene before her reminded her of The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. The scene was so similar to when Bridget was playing soccer and her friends bowed for her. Then Mute was flashing back to before the game started. The words Hangman spoke flowing through her and her mood soured again. Even though Fanboy said they were all her friends she was now having a hard time believing it.

They all slowly stood up but then John was tackling her down into the sand. They both laid there as John rolled off her. They were breathing heavily as they looked upon the clouded sky. Jane fixed her sunglasses that were knocked askew when John tackled her. The other aviators moved away from the duo as Mav called for lunch.

John grabbed her hand and squeezed once a silent ‘Cammineremo’. He could tell something was wrong when she hesitated to squeeze back. Her silent ‘Saremo Potenti’ came as two weak squeezes back. He turned towards her and saw the solemn look on her face. He had seen that look before. She got that look when she felt as though she was alone again. That look lived on her face when they became friends all those years ago.

“What happened?” John asked her quietly not wanting anyone else to hear their conversation.

“Hangman made a comment about how much I was talking this morning.” She replied, turning her head to look at him. She thought about not telling him and trying to act as though she was fine. She wouldn’t have been able to though, he had always been able to read her.

“Do you want me to go and say something?” He asked her, already moving, to get up. But he stopped as she shook her head.

“It’s alright John, I’m okay.” She told him with a weak smile. “Let’s go and get something to eat. I'm starving since I cleaned the floor with you in that game.”

“Okay hotshot let’s go and get you some food.” The wso said as he stood up pulling her along with him. He had decided to talk to Hangman anyways.

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They had eaten lunch and played a few more games. They had all taken a swim afterwards to cool off. John and Jane took turns dunking each other under the water. The group played a few pool games. Categories, racing, who can hold their breath the longest and a few rounds of chicken. Now they were all sitting around a bonfire a couple yards away from the Hard Deck. They wanted to be far enough away to avoid the crowd. But also close enough to go and grab drinks if they wanted. There was a faint breeze that would occasionally wash over the group of navy personnel.

Idle chatter flowed about the group. Mute sat listening to the group talk to each other. Ramble kept a hand on her leg occasionally stroking his thumb along her knee. Hangman stood up from his spot in the sand. He announced to the group that he was going to go grab some drinks from the bar and asked if anyone wanted anything. Everyone responded with a yes or a no.

“I’ll go with you and help.” Ramble said as he stood up striding towards the blonde as he walked away. Mute didn’t think anything of it. But John had a plan forming as he and the aviator walked together.

“Did you say something about Mute talking too much this morning?” John asked Jake bluntly, wanting to get straight to the point. Jake looked stunned for a second before responding.

“What are you fucking talking about man?” He asked the taller man.

“She went to the bathroom this morning and she was fine. She came back and she was acting a little upset. When I asked what was wrong before lunch she said you made a comment about her talking too much. So did you make a comment about it or not?” Jake stared at John for a second then went to defend himself before a look of regret popped up on his face.

“Fuck, I said something this morning about how I had never heard her talk as much as she was this morning. She must not have heard the rest of what I said. I told them how great it was to see her coming out of her shell. I’m so sorry man, I really didn’t mean anything by it I swear.” Jake said with a slight pleading look on his face. John narrowed his eyes at him.

“It’s not me you should be apologizing to. When we get back to the group I expect you to apologize to her.” Jake nodded his head bringing a hand up to his neck sheepishly.

“I really didn’t mean to offend your girlfriend. I’ll apologize when we get back.” John laughed at that.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” He told the blonde.

“So you’re both single then?” Jake asked him.

“Yes we are both single.” John said reluctantly, Jake wasn’t the one he wanted Jane with. Fanboy would be perfect for her if either of them got up the guts to actually talk to each other. The conversation was dropped at that.

Once they got back to the fire Jake asked Jane to go on a walk with him. She looked at John with a curious look and he just nodded his head. So she stood up and walked towards the blonde. He let her lead him down the beach. Then he apologized to her. Back at the fire, they were sitting around talking when Nat asked John about his tattoo.

“Hey John, I noticed a tattoo on your chest earlier. What’s it say?” She asked him before taking a sip of her drink.

“Saremo Potenti, it’s Italian for we shall be mighty.” He said as his hand came to lay on his shirt right above the tattoo.

“Does it mean anything?” Rooster piped up.

“It’s something that Mute says to me. She has one that kind of matches mine in the same place right above her heart.” He said as he thought about their time at the tattoo shop.

“What does hers say?” Asked Halo.

“Cammineremo, it’s Italian for we shall stride. That’s what I say to her, it’s normally before something that’s stressful or uncomfortable. It started while we were back at the academy.” He replied to the group. He looked up at the beach and spotted her walking with Jake. They seemed to be in the middle of a conversation.

“How long have you two been dating?” Came Fritz with the question this time.

“We aren’t dating. She’s more like a little sister to me.” He laughed as he shook his head.

“Though I imagine if I wasn’t gay then I’d definitely go for her. She’s quite the catch once you get to know her.” Fanboy could feel relief wash over him at the realization. But then there was jealousy and disappointment. It was obvious now that Hangman was trying to worm his way into her pants. Hangman was a very attractive man, he had seen plenty of air bunnies fawning over him at their time in the bar. There’s no way he had a chance if Hangman was after her.

“I’m gonna head out guys.” Fanboy said abruptly as he stood up. He gathered his chair and was making his way to his car not waiting for anyone to say anything. He would miss the disappointment in Mutes face when she got back to the fire and saw that he was gone.

A/N:I think this one had a bit more of fleshing out than the last chapters did. I also realize that this part literally took forever and that's my bad sorry guys. Please wear sunscreen and protect yourself against the evil sun!☀️

Tags(Open): @wkndwlff @sylviebell @coffee-prince-kyungsoo

#mickey fanboy garcia #Mickey fanboy garcia imagine #mickey garcia imagine #ASLTW #mute and fanboy #mute and ramble #mickey garcia #light angst #some fluff i think #slow burn #Mickey Garcia x OC #Fanboy imagine #Fanboy x OC #mickey fanboy garcia x OC

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Aaron carter

Alan Carter who's gone out with many different girls and he is very toxic himself, and he loves himself to act that way and who knows he's got many family issues with his father and his mother I do definitely believe though Family trauma on a bigger level If you see this film I think it's called Max and Harry Or something like that if you put it into YouTube is literally based on Lightly his relationship with neck Which in the film is incestuous.

the Aaron character from such a young age Just Is coming onto his brother and other people And those too much for his age sexually so he improving that he's being groomed In real life he said Leslie his elder sister one of his older sisters Because he's a trend He said that she molested him but the older sister said it's the other way around And there is you never know what to play but And I don't like to invalidate Um someone's plumber but if you look back onto the videos of Aaron we have to agree that he lied a lot about things he did and it was proven one minute he'd say he was like reading the next minute he said he was Swedish And then he came out saying that everyone my family was blue eyes is a crazier ones So are you neck BJ And Leslie Which is weird now because now the youngest and the oldest of the only two left that family definitely had some Trauma of Could be lifetime death of it and the mum is now lost three of her children imagine What am I feel like So at the same time I really wish when things bied up into neck or Orange you want to stop because after Loop it's like what can you do Won't can you do you can't support someone like that and then same happen with Brooke Hogan She didn't deserve that and she got into it the Florida man like I'm not from America but when they talk about Florida G's guys he's crazy .

But when he tells these stories about me and Beyonce and Britney Spears, They are all true The sad truth is The sad truth is is the fact that Aaron Carter reminds me of CoreyHaim, Which by all accounts came to Hollywood from Canada, Like a lot of big stars do.

By the end of his life He was living quite a simple life in a block of Flats In California I kind of out the way He will make girls boys whatever and he would like from time to time be on TMZ but he did not die from drugs he died from complications that made from drugs But sometimes guys we just don't have the answer Healing to working child. I do not believe that child actors should do much work and I believe they should be around someone who loves them at all times If you see these Studios and you hear the same stories you want to keep your child safe We will see Shirley Temple We've had the Corey Felburns We I've had Paris Hilton who is going to Provo Canyon where they treated her really badly like an MK Ultra victim We have had the time full of Britney Spears and them trying to take her down same with Michael Jackson They just struggling him up and made him as a full guy, And had a family that loved him So Kanye West is one I'm on the fence by the mirror and I've always been the biggest Kanye West fan ever I've had all his albums everything not into his clothes so much but I just respect him as a person But this film of his whole new wife I'm not too sure there's something weird going on there and I don't like it she is either seeming like a traffic to victim To the sense of her just being his human doll And Kanye obviously has mental health problems and he's trying to deal with that but when you have a mind like that that takes you to all different spaces it can be absolutely exhausting for the the person who has it and the person who lives with it so You end up with like three people in a relationship.

So to all the card to children So to all of them I send love resting power rest in peace Leslie Carter, Bobby Jane , Their father also And obviously Aaron who died around Halloween a couple years ago Peace body And rest to lose people and love Releasing so many people to drugs

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Anyway no more about the situation what are your favorite albums of all time

super appreciate the plural bc i could nottt choose one. how about like ten. these are NOT in any order i just love them so much. also limiting myself to one per artist for your sake.

britney spears's ...baby one more time goddamn i LOVE this album. her voice is soo beautiful and the sound is the perfect late 90s/early 2000s bubblegum pop vibe mixed with some of the most heartfelt songs youve ever heard. gorgeous gorgeous record.

chappell roan's the rise and fall of a midwest princess... obviously. i really truly feel like this album will go down as one of the Greatest pop records in history and it's so deserved ALONG WITH chappell as one of the most iconic performers. like she Literally has everything. party bops and crazy heartbreaking ballads and it translates SO well to a live show. my next record purchase as soon as i can decide between the deluxe or regular and im leaning heavyyyy toward the deluxe.

the regrettes' further joy. i had this on repeat when it came out!!! no skips it's so boppy and fun and thoughtful dreamy... i love it. would give anything to hear it live again but my signed vinyl will have to do. this album is like the music version of this emoji 💖 im so serious.

the cab's symphony soldier. have you ever... listened to this album. for one it's beautiful and two it's SUCH a fun vibe you can't not sing and dance and have so much fun. also yes i'm a spn fan ok move on.

waterparks' fandom. uhh relevant djfhdjdh. but for real it's such a stark and strong commentary on what fandom Is and parasocial relationships and how it feels to be trapped in a box because your fanbase won't let you grow as an artist and what it is to be so accessible to the public to the point where you have no control over yourself or your image. i love her deeply she tickles my brain so nicely and makes me think.

fletcher's you ruined new york city for me. it's an ep ok maybe i'm cheating but she tells the story of a whole album. i listened to this when i got dumped in nyc 🤪 so dramatic lmao. but really it's such a vulnerable breakup album that does so much in five songs. mostly make me sad.

5sos's youngblood. yeah i'm here have you LISTENED to this album??? the SOUNDS on that thing!!! it's like just the right amount of poppy and grungy and mature like... they really did something there.

harry styles debut ... controversial? honestly my favorite harry album changes prob every other week but something about his self titled is really doing it for me right now. it's an incredible body of work that introduces us to Harry Styles himself outside of one direction. i'm begging for a rockier album in the future from him bc the tastes of it we get on this record show he would just nail it.

paramore's after laughter. i swear this album made me feel alive in a way i didn't know i could feel. it's such a departure from their past work but it's still so genuine and true and you can't tell whether you're happy or sad or both or neither it's just everything to a bitch like me who can't confront her emotions dead on. and so so pretty.

carly rae jepsen's emotion.. right? how could it not be. pop perfection and that's all there is to it. the first record i bought before i even had a turntable.

extremely honorable mention to 5sos's the feeling of falling upwards. i didnt officially include it bc it's a live album but i love it so much it's so beautiful.

#idk about No More lmao but i'll talk music!!#anon #music #💌

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Is shameless prestige tv?

Hi Anon!

I hope your day is going well :)

I'm not gonna lie, I had never heard of that term before so I did some research. So let's see...

From what I can gather, prestige tv is defined in a lot of different ways by different people, so I'm just gonna analyse shameless in regards to some of these definitions/traits of prestige tv that I found online.

First of all here prestige tv is described as 'Water Cooler tv'

What this means is a tv show that everyone seems to be watching that you discuss over the water cooler in the office. I don't think from my experience that shameless is that, however it did finish 3 years ago and I am in the UK so a US fan that watched the show in real time would be a better judge of that. I however would argue that we don't have water cooler tv shows anymore for a large variety of reasons. First of all, everyones algorithm is so personalised that someone who is an A class celebrity to one person is unknown to the next. Think back to Britney Spears reign, everyone new her, I don't think we really have celebs like that anymore. Of course there are Taylor Swift and Harry Styles at the moment but I imagine that it is easy for anyone who's not a fan to limit their exposure to them. I have a lot of Taylor on my timelines because I am a big fan, but I never see Harry anymore because I never liked the videos or even watched them through so the algorithm stopped showing me. Maybe in the first few seasons Shameless in the US was inescapable for the wider society, like Glee or One Direction, all around the same time, but like I said, I can't vouch for that. Secondly, the way we consume tv has changed. I personally didn't watch shameless until 2022 and binge watched it all on Netflix over a few weeks. Streaming has really altered how we consume. We don't all watch the same shows at the same time with ad breaks like we did 15-20 years ago so it is hard for anything to be water cooler tv. In the UK the only shows that fit this standard are reality shows such as Love Island and I'm a Celebrity Get me Out of Here but I've noticed that even those don't have the water cooler tv title they did 10 years ago, likely because people can be binging shows on Netflix on a Friday night instead of tuning in to live reality tv.

Next up, here one feature of prestige tv is colour scheme/lighting

Prestige tv uses colour and lighting to set the tone, the article describes this as being dark, muted colours. I think shameless definitely makes use of colour to set the scene and help tell the story but they don't just use muted colours. In the early seasons there is a gorgeous grainy quality that feels comfortable and nostalgic. The Gallagher house is full of yellows and muted warm colours that help us feel safe and loved there, just look how cozy this video is. The Milkovich house on the flip side feels very cold and clinical. Look here, and this is Mickey's room which is the cosiest room in the entire house... still cold and depressing. Even the exterior of Kev and V's house being a pillow box red is a nod towards their passionate love.

Boobs

No seriously, the article said prestige tv shows full boob and shameless does that!

Self-awareness

I'm on that same article, according to Vulture, prestige tv has self awareness, shameless does to an extent. Of course there's the 'here's what you missed last week on shameless' where the actors stay in character which breaks down the fourth wall a little. Similarly there are a few pop culture references, Lip mentions Sue from Glee to Mandy (I can't find it on yt and he uses two slurs so I don't wanna repeat it), letting us know that the same tv shows exist in the shameless universe. Fun fact, Mike O'Malley who plays Burt Hummel on Glee (Kurt's dad) was a writer on Shameless! And of course Mickey watches Riverdale in season 11. I think these all count as self awareness.

Thus, yeah in my opinion I think Shameless could be considered prestige tv, as much as any show could be in the streaming age. But I am incredibly biased.

I have absolutely no business analysing tv, I literally heard the term 'prestige tv' for the first time today, but if anyone wants to discuss further, or listen to me yap more then lemme know!

#shameless #gallavich #prestige tv #yap yap yap #lunch break yaps #professional yapper #send me asks #reblog with your thoughts?#mickey milkovich #ian gallagher

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ミ★Just Say You Love me </3 . 19 - Get in Loser

--★ Kai’s friends roast him for not being in a relationship since he was 12. While Y/n tries to avoid getting into a relationship every week. One day Kai spots a familiar girl hiding in a tree finding out she was hiding from her 2nd confession that week. After hearing the university’s IT girl struggles Hyuka comes up with a plan.

Masterlist / prev / next

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Kai stood around on the sidewalk practically shaking from his nerves. “You got this Kai!” He tried to hype himself up but it didn’t seem to work, Kai looked back at his apartment complex questioning if he should just go back inside when.

*BEEP BEEP*

Kai jumped and turned to see a nice black GMC SUV driving up towards him blasting “Pretty Girls” by Britney Spears. The SUV stopped right in front of him and the back seat tinted window rolled down revealing his boss’s son “get in loser” Sunoo said, “I um…” Kai stumbled “I’m just kidding we’re getting down!” Sunoo yelled smiling as the big vehicle was turned off. Right after that, all the friends started piling out y/n being the last one to come out. “Hyuka!” You called out going towards him as he smiled “hey!” You embraced him “you’ll be fine,” you told him before turning to your friends “guys this is Kai my…” you paused thinking of something. “Yeah we know,” Niki said completely unimpressed “welp, Kai this is Yeji, Sunoo, Riki, Wonyoung, and Yeonjun!” You introduced as they all waved and greeted him back but Yeonjun who was mad dogging the younger boy. Kai felt intimidated not only by Yeonjun but all of them, they all have totally different personalities yet here they were standing together like a weird version of the breakfast club. “Hey, you guys call me Kai or-“ Kai began but Wonyoung cut him off “aw but Hyuka cute, can’t we call you that” she whined cutely “well I just-“ he awkwardly tried to respond “nope that’s reserved for me” you said smiling up at him.

“Well now the introductions are done and we don’t wanna get stuck on the freeway soooo let’s go!” Sunoo said happily walking back to the car. “For we didn’t have to take different cars I brought my 7 seater,” Sun said hugging the clean black SUV “it’s nice” Kai complimented “thanks but the price wasn’t as nice” Sunoo said opening the car door. Yeonjun went to the driver seat, yeji sat in the passenger, Wonyoung and Sunoo sat behind the driver and passenger which left the three together in the very back. Kai sat down as well as you, you looked at each other and smiled “isn’t this gonna be fun?” You asked him quietly grabbing his hand “it will” he responded. “Whoop watch the butt.” Riki said back up nearly crushing you “Hey!” You yelled as Niki slid right between you and Kai. “What just getting comfortable?” Niki said smirking at you while you rolled your eyes making Kai laugh “what’s the big idea, Riki?” You quietly asked Niki “Junnie is paying me big money to do this. Don’t hate the player! Hate the game” Niki answered putting sunglasses on as you huffed looking over at the driver while he watched the interaction through the rearview mirror.

15 minutes into the drive, Kai just listen to the friends' group random rambles about whatever they thought of barely putting any input in when asked to. He looked over at you as you were resting your head on the giant child that sat between y’all, and you just quietly listened. Watching this interaction he wonders how you got roped into this group in the first place. “So Kai?” A voice brought him back, he looked over and saw the redhead passenger turn around to look at him “tells us a bit about yourself” yeji said as everyone turned around to look at him “well… I’m a second year in university, I work at a coffee shop, and that’s about it” Kai spoke but stunk in his seat when he swore he could hear crickets. Yet your giggle broke the thick air as the others joined “how did you capture our y/n attention?” Sunoo laughed “I mean he did make a big first impression” Wonyoung teased

“he likes going to the skate park with his friends, which are really cool” you told them and they all awed. “You skate?” A voice broke through the crowd “um yeah, we use our boards to get around the school since it's pretty big” Kai explained to the driver “that’s cool I skate too” Yeonjun added as Yeji hit his shoulder. “No, you don’t” she teased him as he brushed her off “yeah I did that’s how I got around before I could drive,” he told her as she shook her head “but I haven’t done it in a while, could be nice to get back into it” Yeonjun said tapping the wheel. “Maybe! You can take junnie to meet your friends at the skate park Hyuka” you suggested tugging on his sleeve. “I don’t know my friends are kinda-“ Kai dragged on as you waved him off “they reminded me a lot of Yeonjun when he was younger and well… cool I guess” “HEY!” Yeonjun yelled as everyone laughed. “Then maybe he’ll fit in” Kai smiled at you

“Hey, how tall are you?” Sunoo asked as they stopped at a gas station. “Me? Well I’m not sure” Kai shrugged “I was wondering because you’re like REALLY tall”. “Your whole group is tall except for…” Kai looked over at you “hey I'm average!” You huffed “she’s tall in spirit” yeji added. “When we were outside you were as tall as Niki” Wonyoung yawned “Niki is our biggest boy,” yeji said proudly while the ‘biggest boy’ rolled his eyes. Yeji smiled at them but it quickly dropped “did you spoiled brats really put our tallest people in the back?!” Yeji yelled, “what the back seats don’t recline” Sunoo told her “yeah and how am I supposed to get my beauty sleep?” Wonyoung added “god knows you need it” Niki grumble making the couple that sat next to him snicker. “Not today you overgrown rat- I MEAN!!! that’s not nice of you Niki” Wonyoung told him.

#tomorrow x together #kpop smau #txt fluff #txt smau #hyuka x reader #huening kai #huening kai x reader #kpop #fem reader #fake dating

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no-one-fuck-a-man · 2 years

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Berry Blues

Season Two

Part Two - (Britney/Brittany) There's Drugs. And There's Whatever The Hell That Is

Quinn Fabray x Reader

Summary: It was only the second week of the new year, and you were already scarred by your sister, disgruntled by your teacher, sick to your stomach, and confused by the head cheerleader... this truly bode well for the school year.

Word Count: 6,982

WARNINGS: Shitty teacher, bad reaction to medication, some feelings.

(A/N): A week late. Sorry about that. Life threw me a curve ball and brought some shit. But we’re here now!

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'Christopher Cross'

"All right!" Mr Schue spun on his heel after writing the name down on the board, facing the club. "Who can tell me who Christopher Cross is?"

'Someone who I don't want to know anything about?'

"He discovered America," Brittany said assuredly. With Finn nodding along with a dopey smile.

"That's Columbus, honey."

"Close. He did write an iconic chart-topper, 'Sailing'."

"And this was when?" you asked.

"I have a bad feeling about this lesson," Kurt spoke beside you, leaning closer to Mercedes.

"Never heard of him. Don't wanna hear about him," Tina was next to voice her disdain.

"Now. Some people think of the term "easy listening" as a bad thing, but I'm gonna let this music speak for itself." He nodded, pointing to the sheet music in his hand. "You guys love Lady Gaga and The Rolling Stones, and you guys are really good about putting it all out there. But really good music can also be controlled and restrained."

"Are you trying to tell us what you're into, Mr Schue?" you asked, voice taking on a mock cautious tone, "Because I think that's a case waiting to happen."

He ignored you.

"It doesn't have to attack the audience. It can let them come to you." He finished by handing Quinn her sheet music personally.

"How can you get caught between the moon and New York City?" Finn asked, "They're like a hundred miles apart."

"Try almost two-hundred and forty thousand miles away," you corrected before turning to your teacher, "And dude, my grandpa listens to this song. He used to play it on repeat when he would take me and Rach out for ice cream."

"So, you'll know it then."

"Mr Schue, if I may?" Kurt raised his hand. "I think I speak for all of us when I say that it's not that we don't love the idea of spending a week on this silky-smooth adult contemporary. It's just that, as teens, this isn't the easiest music for us to relate to. However, there is a burgeoning Facebook campaign that has swelled to over five members. The ardent demand? That this week, at the fall homecoming assembly, the McKinley High School Glee Club perform a number by, wait for it, Ms Britney Spears."

Gasps sounded once Kurt had finished talking. Excitement buzzed throughout the room at the suggestion.

"Free Britney!" you said, arms shooting up into the air, fists clenched.

Artie waved his hand. "Yo, Spears is fierce, yo."

"Sorry. Kurt," Mr Schuester interrupted the chatter flowing around the room from the excited teens, "Kurt. Sorry. No. No." He shook his head vehemently.

"Uh, Mr Schue," you input before the man could finish, "People in this school actually want to hear us perform something. Maybe if we do this, people may start liking us more, and we may even get some new members. I mean, wasn't that what the entirety of last week was about?"

Rachel looked awkward and guilty when you finished your sentence, but everyone ignored it.

"I-I just don't think she's a very good role model."

"And neither are most of the adults in this school. What's your point?"

"Yeah, Mr Schue, we kind of grew up with her," your sister added.

"You try being in the media since you were a kid and not be messed up by that."

"She's literally why I wanted to become a performer," Tina said, defending one of her icons.

"I don't want to do Britney," Brittany spoke up, looking discouraged.

"Why no Britney, Brittany?"

"Because my name is also Britney Spears."

In one fluid motion, everyone turned to face the girl. Curious as to what she meant.

"What?" you and your teacher asked at the same time. Mercedes soon followed.

"What the hell is she talking about?"

"My middle name is Susan. My last name is Pierce. That makes me Brittany S. Pierce. Brittany "Spierce"," the ditzy blonde explained.

"Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me," you whispered to yourself, lowering your forehead into your hand, shaking it lightly. All the while, the team's eyes dulled with what the girl was saying, not believing what they were hearing.

"I've lived my entire life in Britney Spears' shadow. I will never be as talented or as famous. I hope you'll all respect that I want Glee Club to remain a place where I, Brittany S. Pierce, can escape the torment of Britney Spears."

"Well, there you have it, guys."

"By 'it', do you mean 'destroyed brain cells."

"Shut up!" Santana called over.

"It's been decided. No Britney. Sorry."

"Thanks, Britt. Thanks a lot," Kurt said sarcastically.

"Leave Brittany alone."

"Gay," you muttered when Santana reached over to rub the girl's back in comfort. Jumped to her defence, once again.

"Thank you for understanding. It's been a hard road."

"Um, can we move on?" your sister asked, raising her hand.

"Yes." Mr Schuester jumped at the chance. "Let's talk about Michael Bolton."

"The Christmas guy?"

"That's Michael Bublé," Tina corrected you.

"How did my gay ass forget that?"

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"I'm gay."

Was the first thing you said when the dentist Mr Schue had brought in to talk to the club entered the choir room.

"I'm gay."

You repeated when he introduced himself as 'Carl', Miss Pillsbury's Boyfriend.

"Am I gay?!"

Scared now by the attractive man standing at the front of the class, you glanced to your left, spotting Tina. Looking the girl up and down, you confirmed what you already knew with a nod.

"I'm gay."

Mike swiftly threw his arm over his girlfriend's shoulders after you had so obviously checked her out, pulling her into his side as he peered at you with a soft glare.

"I'm gonna steal your girlfriend, Mike," you teased your friend.

"All right. Here's the deal." Carl brought the attention back to him, showing a pill between his fingers to the class. "You chew this little capsule. And if there's any plaque you missed, the dye will stick to it and turn your teeth blue."

While the man was talking, you caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of your eye. Causing your brows to furrow and a spike of jealousy to flair within you.

Quinn, -just like you had Tina- checked the man out from head to toe and back again. Only much slower, with a dreamy smile splattered across her face.

Now that you took the second to fully look at them, more than half of your team were looking at him the same way.

"Can I just say that you are the hottest dentist I've ever seen?" Santana informed, raising her hand.

"Yeah, I get that all the time."

"No. Like, seriously, you can totally drill me whenever-"

You burst out laughing at her innuendo joke as Miss Pillsbury clapped her hands and spoke up to stop the girl.

"Santana! Okay. Let's stay focused."

Carl brushed it off, "It's all rock'n'roll, Ems. And besides, this guy-" He pointed towards your Spanish teacher, soon making his way over to his side. "Now, this guy's pretty easy on the eyes too, huh?"

"Well..." you remarked, disbelieving what the dentist said, "He never made me question my sexuality. Even if it was for only a second."

"And you know what? No matter how hard I tried, I bet I couldn't sing and dance like him."

"Ah, probably not."

"All right. Let's take a look at those chompers, huh?" Carl said, throwing you a capsule of your own, as he made his way back to hand out the rest.

Almost timidly, Kurt raised his hand into the air. "Before we chew, I would just like to alert Mr Schue that there's been a new addition to the Britney Spears Facebook campaign."

"Sorry. The answer's still no," the teacher said, not sounding sorry in the least bit, if anything, he was annoyed by the boy's information as Miss Pillsbury looked at him, disapproving of his answer. "Capsules, guys."

"Yes, chew away." The guidance counsellor clapped. "Chew, chew."

The capsule did not taste the best. But call you Thomas, because you still chewed along with your friends.

"Do you swallow it?" you asked.

"Oh, well, you can, but-"

"Good, because I already have."

"-You don't... have to..." Carl finished slowly.

Everyone showed off their -still- pearly whites.

"How's mine looking?" you asked, leaning over the gap between your and Tina's chairs.

"Good," the girl notified. Mike, nodding along, behind her, eyes on your teeth, "Little blue around the edges, though."

"Yeah, I slept in this morning. Kinda had to rush everything."

"Is that why you're wearing dad's shirt?"

"I'm what-?" You looked down to find that you were, in fact, wearing your dad's T-shirt. About to say something more when you were stopped by Finn's outcry.

"Oh, my God," Kurt uttered, looking over his shoulder.

Rachel's smile fell just as you turned to face her. Spotting her luminous blue teeth.

"Holy hell!"

"What?" she asked, hastily digging around in her bag for her compact mirror to evaluate her teeth for herself. "Ah!" She covered her mouth with her hand to hide the blue. "I don't understand! I floss between classes."

"That's insane."

"Well, sometimes it's genetics," Carl said.

This confused Puck, who uttered, "Wait... so, if that's the case, why aren't your teeth blue?"

"I don't know how many times I've gotta tell everybody I'm adopted," you snarked, "I've already told you three times, Puck."

"I think I might be better at brushing and flossing if I could see myself in the mirror," Artie said, bringing the attention to his own blue teeth.

"Then move the mirror down," you suggested, "Or get another mirror."

Santana then spoke up to tease the boy, "There you go, blue tooth."

"I don't brush my teeth," Brittany said, "I rinse my mouth out with soda after I eat. I was pretty sure Dr. Pepper was a dentist."

You felt sick.

"Haven't you kissed Brittany?" Tina asked, turning to you.

That's exactly why you felt sick.

"Please don't remind me of that right now."

"I got this, em," Carl said, calming his girlfriend, moving to give Brittany's teeth a closer look. "With some deep bleaching little scaling, you'll be as good as new. All right, open up." The man grew disgusted himself. Waving for the girl to lower her lips. "No. No. Close. Close again."

"You should probably go too, Y/N," your sister said, referencing the man's dental practice.

You were slightly insulted, to say the least, "What? Why?"

"You haven't been in four years," she pointed out.

"It smells too clean!"

---

Brittany left school early for an emergency dental appointment with Carl once the club had finished the meeting.

Which left you to walk along with your sister and best friend, considering you and Finn had Spanish together next.

"Are you all right?" Rachel asked her boyfriend, "You seem a little down. Didn't you like the banana bread I baked you?"

"Yeah. It was awesome." He smiled.

"Wait, hold up. He gets banana bread? Why don't you make me anything?!"

"You're not my boyfriend."

"No. But I'm your sibling." She playfully rolled her eyes at you, and you looked over her short head. "But she's right. You okay, bro?"

"It's just- How do you feel about me not being on the football team anymore?" Finn asked her, and you nodded solemnly, knowing what this was about.

"I'm actually kind of happy about it. Then I don't have to fantasize about what song I'd sing at your bedside if you were in a coma."

The boy gestured his head to the side. "Yeah."

You snorted lightly at him.

"But I'm just so not cool now, you know?"

"Well, it's just less of a chance of you running off with some cheerleader."

Your eyes widened at your sister's petty words. Obviously, she was still sore about the whole thing with Finn, Santana, and Brittany last year.

"Wait. So, you want me to feel bad about myself?"

"No. I just... I want to be the only thing that makes you feel good."

"That's psychotic," you said as she moved to lean her back against the lockers beside Finn's.

Rachel shrugged softly. "I'm just trying to be honest."

"Hey, dwarf," Santana's voice sounded, pulling her attention to the Latina walking down the hall with Brittany -back in school- by her side, "Anyone ever tell you you dress like one of the bait girls on 'To Catch a Predator'?"

"Also, I'm more talented than you," Brittany added.

Now, you love your sister, and you would have defended her.

However, you were too busy laughing to really do anything.

"You could have defended me," Rachel said after Finn's chuckle.

"Well, Santana has a point." He shut his locker with a clang. "Just trying to be honest."

Following Finn to class, you turned to walk backwards so you could still talk to the brunette.

"You're my sister, and you know I love you. But." You shrugged. "They're right. You can like how you dress. That doesn't make it any less true."

"Can you believe her?" Finn asked as soon as you caught up with him.

"I know, dude. Trust me." I've known her basically my whole life. Except for those peaceful four months before she was born."

---

You shoved Finn lightly when he startled awake in the Glee Club lesson the next day.

"-Making Christopher Cross a Golden Globe, Oscar and five-time Grammy Award winner."

With Brittany's raised hand, Mr Schue paused his lesson on the man you would soon forget everything about once you exited the room.

"Brittany?"

"I would just like to say that from now on. I demand to have every solo in Glee Club." Your sister startled at the blonde's words. Whilst you were just amused.

"What?"

"When I had my teeth cleaned, I had the most amazing Britney Spears fantasy. I sang and danced better than her. Now I realize what a powerful woman I truly am."

"I went with her," Santana said, "And I had a Britney fantasy, too. Although, now that I'm thinking about it, I'm not really sure how our fantasies combined. That doesn't make any sense."

"You see, Mr Schue? I told you," Kurt spoke up next, much to the teacher's dismay, "Britney Spears busted our Britt out of her every day, fragmented haze of confusion and gave her the confidence to step up and perform."

"I'm more talented than all of you. I see that clearly now."

You chuckled at the girl's arrogant words in your seat beside Tina.

"It's Brittany... bitch."

"Guy's, we're not doing Britney Spears, and that's that."

"What is it with you and this woman, huh?" you asked, "Why does she grind your gears so much?"

"Mr Schue, you're letting your own personal issues get in the way of something that we are all telling you we really want to do." You moved your hand to point in Kurt's direction while still staring your teacher down. "I mean, this club regularly pays tribute to pop culture, and Britney Spears is. Pop. Culture. To suggest otherwise is heretical-"

"Kurt!" he snapped. "I'm done talking about this."

"Jeez! Let loose a little, would you? Stop being so fricking uptight all the time!"

Along with the rest of the silent club, your eyes were wide, and a smile on your face. Shocked by the usually tame boy's frustration. Knowing that he had just yelled himself into punishment. Even when your teacher was also in the wrong.

"Kurt," Mr Schuester spoke slowly, "I'll see you in the principal's office."

Kurt strode out of the room with everyone watching on.

"So, I'm gonna be the one to say it?" you asked rhetorically, turning to your teacher, "He was right. You gonna send me to the principal, too?"

Before speaking slowly, Mr Schue's jaw ticked, "Back to Christopher Cross."

---

"What are you wearing?" you asked as soon as your sister stepped out of her room, "What the fuck are you wearing?!"

"Language!" LeRoy called throughout the house.

"She's wearing a sexy schoolgirl outfit!" you yelled back.

"She's what?!"

"My eyes! Oh, God, my eyes!" you blinked harshly as if your retinas had just been burned out by the sun, quickly moving to cover them with your palms.

"Would you stop overreacting?"

"Oh, you're one to talk," you snarked back, "God, you look like you're gonna do porn."

What you didn't know was that your father had just walked up behind you, intent on investigating what was going on with his children.

"How would you know that?" LeRoy asked with his hands on his hips.

'Shit'

"Uh... common knowledge?"

---

"What's up with you?" Quinn asked as she came to sit beside you in the choir room as everyone was still filing in.

"I'm traumatized."

And you looked it.

Sat staring straight forward at the shiny floor. Unblinking, with a tight jaw and crossed arms.

"Why are you traumatized?" Mercedes asked next.

Santana groaned. "You didn't catch the Hobbit and Finnosance doing it, did you?"

You shook your head,

No. Thankfully, you did not see that.

And God, you hoped you never would.

And then in walked Rachel.

Only making you let out a painful whine, covering your eyes once again as everyone watched Rachel with wide, shocked eyes and open mouths.

Santana spoke up again once everyone had settled into their seats.

"Well, Rachel, congratulations. Normally you dress like the fantasy of a perverted Japanese businessman with a very dark, specific fetish, but I actually dig this look. Yay." The Latina finished by miming clapping, and you let out yet another of your pained noises.

"Thank you." Your sister smiled brightly.

Tilting your head back, you finally pulled your hands from your eyes, moving to look at the blonde at your right without having to see your sister.

Only to find Quinn with her head tilted to the side, peering at your sister, sitting in the chair just in front of you.

"What are you-?" Realization dawned on you. "Why are you checking out my sister? Stop checking out my sister."

"I wasn't checking her out," she said, no longer looking at Rachel, instead moving to straighten out her Cheerios skirt.

"Oh, really? Because it sure fuckin' looked like what you were doing."

Just then, Kurt slowly began to rise from his seat. "I think, what Santana's trying to say, Rachel, though I risk expulsion by saying so." He juts his palms out for the teacher at the front of the class. "Is that it seems Britney Spears has really helped you blossom." He looked directly at Mr Schue. "That's all."

"Wait. Rachel, is that true?" he asked, "I mean, you are sort of dressing differently."

"Oh, now you care," you said, "As if we didn't already know you had favourites."

Quinn nodded beside you.

Artie, however, ignored your words and decided to comment upon how your sister was dressed, moving his hands as he did.

"Bouncy. Bouncy. Bouncy."

"Hey, hey," Finn stopped him at the same time as you exclaimed.

"Hey! Do that again, and I'll roll you out on the field while the football team's practising. Without pads."

After both your and Finn's scolding, Artie looked down, ashamed of himself.

"All I know is that I had a very vivid Britney Spears fantasy at the dentist, and since then, it's made me feel free to get out of my own way." Rachel shrugged as Brittany nodded, silently telling her that she was welcome. "I think I've just always been afraid to dress like a pretty girl because I've never really felt like one before." You felt a pang of hurt for your sister at that. "Now I realize it's okay to feel that way about yourself every now and then. Maybe it's a good thing."

"It's such a good thing. I can't believe it," Brittany said.

"That's all well and good, but-" You winced. "My eyes."

Quinn rolled her eyes at your antics as you jokingly began to shake like you were crying. And yet, she still reached over and rubbed a palm up and down your thigh. Shaking her head lightly all the same.

"William." You were all brought to see Sue Sylvester standing in the doorway. "A word."

---

"Listen, Y/N, about earlier. I'm really sorry," Artie said. Pulling your attention away from one of the shitty magazines sat in the dentist's waiting room. "It was inappropriate. And I really don't want you to push me out onto the field while they're training. With no pads on."

You chuckled lightly at the boy before nodding. "Okay, Artie. Don't worry, you're safe. I forgive you. But you better not do it again."

"I won't. I swear." You hummed, looking back down at the article. "And thanks for driving me here.

"Don't mention it. I was coming anyway."

You hated to admit it.

But Rachel was right.

You needed to get your teeth checked up, so here you were.

After helping Artie into his own dentist seat, you took a seat in the one just across the cabinets.

Apparently, Carl could work on two patients at once. Coming between the two as he did.

"Well, your teeth look fine," Carl told you as he poked around your mouth, "But you do have a small hole in one of your molars. It's gonna need a filling. But I have to drill you first."

He stepped away from your mouth, giving you the chance to say, "Santana's gonna be jealous."

Carl snorted. "I bet she is. All right, I'm gonna put you under with your friend." He gestured to Artie. "You won't feel a thing. Don't worry." He turned the radio on. "You'll have some music to listen to the whole time."

"Oh, well, that's a relief."

---

"I'm serious. You should put ranch dressing on it."

"On pizza?"

"Yeah. It's delicious. You should try it."

"I'm one-hundred per cent in love with you right now."

"Hey, Britney." Artie smiled, waving bashfully at the woman. Who sure enough was Britney Spears.

"Oh, hey, Artie!" She greeted. "Hi, Y/N."

"Hi," you replied back, mildly confused by the woman's presence, "What are you doing in our school? And why you wearing a Cheerios uniform?"

"Spending some time with you guys."

"Right..."

"Girl, you are such a fool for being up with such a sweetheart." Britney turned to Tina.

"I know, Britney," the girl said, "Artie, I'm sorry."

"And I'm stronger." He rolled away, hi-fiving Britney as he did.

"What the hell is going on?"

"It's okay, Y/N," Britney soothed, "Just let it happen."

"What?"

"I'm serious. You're hot."

"Brittany?" You turned to the girl in confusion etched across your face at the whole situation.

Suddenly, you were out on the football field. Sitting in the stands. Clothes changed into 'McKinley High' apparel.

"Okay, what the hell?"

Ohh, hey yeah

Your attention was snapped up to the boy rolling onto the field in full football gear.

"Why is Artie singing?" you asked nobody but yourself.

Hush, just stop

"Why are Finn and Puck there?"

You were eternally confused as to what was going on right now.

There's nothing you can do or say

Baby

I've had enough

I'm not your property as from today

Baby

You might think that I won't make it

On my own

But now I'm stronger than yesterday

Now is nothing but my way

My loneliness ain't killing me no more

I, I'm stronger

Oh, yeah

Wait.

That wasn't Artie's voice.

Looking down at yourself, you realized that-

'Why am I singing?!'

Here I go, on my own

It was like you weren't in control of your body as you stood and walked from the bleachers.

I don't need nobody

Better off alone

Thankfully, you didn't walk out onto the field like you predicted you would.

Instead passing up and down the sidelines, eyes intent on the team gathered upon the field.

Here, I go, on my own now

I don't need nobody, not anybody

Here I go

That was Artie again.

You really wanted this to stop now, please.

You were starting to feel dizzy.

Here I go

Stronger than yesterday

It's nothing but my way

My loneliness ain't killing me no more

No more

I, I'm stronger

The last thing you saw was Tina standing glumly on the bleachers, behind a giant sign that read 'loser'. Before you were once again back in the dentist's office.

Faintly, you heard Artie hum and say, "Britney."

You, on the other hand?

"Oh, fuck," you gasped. Making Carl rush into your line of sight.

"Calm down," the man said in a soothing tone, as your hand came to rest on his shoulder, your stomach turning and eyes wild with panic and confusion, "You're gonna feel nauseous. Man. You fought the anaesthesia the entire time."

"Ugh, I never wanna do that again."

---

"I was pretty sure Artie's legs don't work," Quinn said the next day in Glee Club.

"Quick, someone stab him in the leg, see if he's faking it," you joked from beside Santana.

"Did you get a leg transplant?"

"Nope." Artie shook his head at the girl. "My teammates can push my chair like a battering ram."

"Yep, there's no rules against it. We checked." Finn smiled.

"And I have Britney Spears to thank."

"You're welcome," Brittany replied sincerely.

You and Santana both looked at the girl the same way. With furrowed brows and a judging look.

"The other Britney, Brittany," you pointed out, only for it to fall on her blissfully deaf ears.

Artie continued, "Britney plus nitrous gave me an amazing idea. And it gave me the nerve to tell Beiste that Finn and I both really want to be on the team."

"Wait. You're back on the football team?" Rachel asked.

"Yeah."

"Suddenly, you're way hotter to me," Santana told the boy, giving a single shoulder shrug, "Weird."

"Gross."

"Wait. I don't get it," Puck said.

"What else is new?"

"How come everyone's having Britney Spears fantasies?"

"The nitrous oxide dentists use is a mild hallucinogen," Artie informed, "Studies have proven that it induces vivid dreams, often the last thing the patient thinks of. The subconscious moves to the forefront. Since we've all been thinking so much about Britney, it only stands to reason."

"But I wasn't thinking of Britney Spears when I was put under."

"She was on the radio."

"Ah, right."

"What were you thinking of beforehand?" Quinn asked curiously.

"Nothing." Which was true. "But I still had a Spears fantasy. With Artie in it. It was really weird."

"Yeah." The boy pulled a face at your still groggy state. "Y/N didn't have the best reaction to the anaesthesia."

"Are you alright?" your sister asked.

"Yeah, Carl said that it happens sometimes and that it's usually gone within a few days. Did you not hear me heaving in the bathroom the whole of last night? It was like I was pulling a Quinn when she was pregnant."

The blonde glared over her shoulder at you.

"What? I was there for it all. I can't make one joke about it?"

Before the blonde could answer, Mr Schuester stepped further into the room, only for Kurt's hand to pop up into the air before gesturing between you and the boy.

"Okay, guys. Listen up." The teacher clapped his hands.

"Mr Schue, if I may-"

"Kurt, I overheard what you guys were just talking about. And I know what you're gonna say. The. Answer. Is. No." Most of the group gave an annoyed reaction to the man. "No, I'm not gonna stand in the way anymore. If you guys want to do Britney at this year's homecoming assembly. I'm fine with it." The class at your teacher's sudden change of heart grew instantly excited. Cheering on the news they had been wanting all week. "I know. Oh. And more than that, I am going to perform with you."

Everyone grew quiet. Instantly getting a bad feeling from the teacher's terrible idea.

"Right?" he laughed.

With a groan, you stood from your seat.

"With that, I'm going home for the day. To sleep off the rest of the anaesthesia shit. Rach, get my work for me, would ya'?"

Just as you had left the choir room, Quinn decided to follow you.

"I'm gonna take them home."

"Why?" Puck asked harshly, hating the idea that Quinn even wanted to help you.

"They did it for me when I was pregnant. I'm just returning the favour."

"Oh, so that's why they were both always gone, at the same time," Mercedes mumbled in realization.

---

"How are you feeling today?" Quinn asked as you were both backstage, getting ready for the performance.

"Much better." You nodded. "I really think that fifteen-hour nap got rid of the last of it."

"I'm glad," she giggled.

A dinging sound filled the gymnasium. Making you look up at the high ceiling before your gaze returned to Quinn.

"I'll see you after the performance."

"Yes, you will." You smiled back at her, quickly getting into your positions behind the black curtain.

"Quiet, please, children. Quiet now," the voice of your principal sounded, "First, students who ate the ravioli today and are not up to date on their Tetanus shots should see the nurse immediately. Welcome to our homecoming pep assembly. Because of last week's grizzly train derailment, the dulcimer club is on hiatus until further notice. But do we ever have a treat for you? Fresh off their last-place finish at the regionals, please give it up for the New Directions."

You knew this was a bad idea when the teacher told you about it a few days prior, along with the rest of your team.

Brittany jumped and bent down to peer through her legs, starting the performance. It was at moments like this that you regretted joining the Glee Club. And nine times out of ten, they could all be blamed on your Spanish teacher and his decisions.

Baby, can’t you see?

I’m calling

A guy like you should wear a warning

The man was a fucking hypocrite.

You were grinding into a fucking bowler hat.

The first assembly performance you remember watching -the one that burned your eyes out from their sockets- was very reminiscent of this one. Only this time it was much better performed, there were more members, and Mr Schuester, who was once so mad at the small group performing something sexual in front of the whole school, was now performing with you.

There had to be some sort of laws against this, right?

You’re dangerous

I’m loving it

“I love Britney Spears!” Jacob called from the crowd, voice wavering slightly from excitement.

Too high, can’t come down

Losing my head

Spinning round and round

You wanted to yell and point at the student who whistled for the singing man, to ‘not encourage him’.

Oh, do you feel me now?

With a taste of your lips

I’m on a ride

“I wanna be that hat!” Lauren Zizes had joined the boy in verbally commenting about the sexual performance. Raising up with the school, staring straight at your teacher, with want in her eyes.

‘This is a French Farce’

You’re toxic

I’m slipping under

With a taste of a poison paradise

I’m addicted to you

Don’t you know that you’re toxic?

Well, at least the school was liking the performance at the very least. For the first time, they were actually cheering on the group.

You were right.

Listening to the school’s -very limited- demands was the best outcome for the club.

Too bad your teacher didn’t listen to you then, but was now instead, doing it for alternative reasons, that you could clearly tell were selfish and no doubt for Miss Pillsbury.

And I love what you do

Don’t you know that you’re toxic?

“Take it off,” Jacob called once more, pulling off his jacket as your team ground into the hats again. The boys, and yourself, moved from the centre of the stage, allowing the girls to gather there seductively. Soon leaving your sister and Brittany there, “Yes!”

It’s getting late

To give you up

I took a sip from my devil's cup

Slowly it’s taking over me

Too high, can’t come down

It’s in the air

“Mr Schue, let me be your Britney!”

Well done, Mr ‘S’. You have successfully gotten a bunch of teenagers wanting to fuck you when you’re a grown adult man, all because of a fellow teacher. That’s not creepy at all.

And it’s all around

Oh, can you feel me now?

Oh!

With a taste of your lips

I’m on a ride

On a ride

You’re toxic

I’m slipping under

“Oh!” Jacob groaned.

With a taste of a poison paradise

I’m addicted to you

“It’s so sexy! It’s so sexy!” the boy continued. Jumping and pointing toward the singing group.

Don’t you know that you’re toxic?

Quinn slid up to you, her back to your front, leaning into your body, letting you feel her warmth. Causing a flurry of emotions and memories to hit you at the missed, familiar feeling.

That was until she leant forward and pressed her ass into you, spreading an entirely different form of “longing” that coursed through you seconds ago.

Then the blonde spun ‘round to face you, grasping the white suspenders upon your chest, pulling on them teasingly for the performance, as she stared deep into your eyes, The slight, hidden spark behind them notifying you just how much shed liked this herself.

I’m addicted to you

“Mr Schue, I want your babies!” Zizes piped up again.

Don’t you know that you’re toxic?

Intoxicate me now

“Don't stop doing that! Don’t stop doing that!” Jacob’s voice sounded from the audience. Making your skin crawl, with how much he was vocally enjoying it, “Yes! Yes!”

I think I’m ready now

Intoxicate me now

With your loving now

I think I’m ready

I think I’m ready now

With Quinn’s sultry, husky words, the song came to a close. Looking over her shoulder to your also posing form as she sang.

You swear.

You didn’t know where you stood with this girl most of the time.

Her attitude towards you changed faster than Kurt changed his outfits.

With Mr Schue's flourish and kneeling pose came the unmistakable sound of the fire alarm. Ringing throughout the whole school.

Screams filled the gymnasium as students started to rush down the bleacher seats. Piling into the floor as they tried to exit through one single door.

"Run the other way!" Sue yelled to them, waving them in the opposite direction.

The main joy you got from the chaos was watching a group of guys carry an unconscious Jacob out of the room.

"This is terrible fire safety," you stated.

---

You were with Finn by his locker. Back pressed up against the cream metal next to him, waiting for him to grab what he needed, when he pulled out a thick textbook.

"'U.S. History'?" he asked the book. The literal book, "Crap. I forgot I was taking that."

"You're an idiot."

"Congrats, Finn."

"Gah!" you exclaimed when Quinn was suddenly in front of you, touching the boy's shoulder, "Where the hell did you come from? Give me a warning next time."

Like many times before you and the blonde had grown closer, her full palm pressed against your face, pushing your head back into the lockers, muffling your voice.

"Oh, not the hand thing again."

Recently it just seemed like taking one step forward and two steps back with Quinn.

The blonde ignored you, still smiling at Finn as she carried on.

"You're back on the team. I'm head cheerleader again."

'Wait. Hold the phone'

'This better no be what I think-'

"Some kind of symmetry. Don't you think?" she asked, "With all the nastiness between you and I behind us, I think we should be together."

'It is!'

"What?"

"We'd be a shoo-in for Homecoming King and Queen." You rolled your eyes. "So, what do you say? You and me, eight o'clock, Breadstix?"

"Look, I'd be lying if I said I didn't have feelings for you."

"What?!"

"Probably always will."

'Same, brother'

Finn swallowed and closed his locker door before continuing. "But I'm not gonna get back together with you. There's someone else, and you know who that is. I'm asking you to respect that." You smiled brightly at the boy's words behind Quinn's hand. "I'm sorry," he said, making his way around her, intending to stride down the hall.

That was until you reached out a hand and grasped at the shirt on his arm, pulling him back, as Quinn left in the opposite direction, finally releasing your face.

The boy gulped as you stared him down.

"You said- And did the right thing, Finn." The smile that took over the boy's face quickly fell when you said one word, "But... It reminded me of something. Something I forgot to do and should have done a long time ago."

When silence filled the space between you for a few seconds, Finn's eyes moved side to side, waiting for you to continue.

"What?" he finally voiced.

"The shovel talk."

"What?" he sounded mildly fearful now.

"If you ever hurt my sister, I will hurt you in ways you couldn't even begin to imagine."

"You didn't do anything to Jesse when he broke Rachel's heart," Finn pointed out, voice slightly timid.

"This is different! I wanted to hurt Jesse, just everyone stopped me."

"How is this different?"

"I don't know! But it's the same!" you yelled. Confusing the boy to no end. "Now, if you'll excuse me. I've got a blonde to go interrogate."

And off you went to find Quinn.

Which wasn't that hard, considering you spotted her not even a minute later, by her open locker.

"What the hell was that?" you instantly asked, cutting to the chase when you slid up to her, "What? Did you do that just to hurt my feelings, or what?"

She turned to you, and from just the hard look in her eyes, you knew she was going to get straight to the point.

And she did.

"Rachel asked me to do it. She told me what to say. She wanted to make sure he wouldn't stray."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes at your sister's actions.

"Of course she did," you muttered, then turned back to the girl, "But did you really have to do that in front of me, though?"

Quinn considered you for a few good long seconds before answering.

"It was an opportune time."

You could read it behind her eyes. She wanted to know your reaction.

"And the hand thing? I thought we were passed all of that?"

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Are you?"

"I am."

You believed her.

With a single nod, you walked away.

Well...

That was serious and slightly depressing, considering the circumstance.

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As soon as Mr Schue entered the room, Rachel raised her hand and asked to perform a song. One that was from the original assignment of the week.

"Great, Rachel." Your teacher nodded her up to the front. "Well, let's hear it."

"I'd like to dedicate this song to my boyfriend," she announced, "Finn... I was wrong. I shouldn't try to control you."

'Well, no shit'

"I've just never been this happy before, and I realize that I was trying to hold onto how you were making me feel so much that I was strangling you in my hands, like a little bird."

"Morbid."

"You've told darker jokes," Quinn pointed out.

"Doesn't make this not morbid."

"I get now that, in order for this relationship to work, I have to." She swallowed. "Open up my hands and let you fly free."

"Finn can fly?"

"Really?" Kurt asked, leaning closer to Brittany.

"Wait. I thought I was the only one getting the solos from now on," she pointed out, confused, "Next week, I'm going to be performing a musical number by Kesha."

Mercedes 'shhed' her, raising a finger up to her lips, as the band began to play.

"Oh," you started, as you heard the tune, "This is gonna be a sad song, isn't it?"

When I was younger

I saw my daddy cry

And curse at the wind

He broke his heart as I watched

As he tried to reassemble it

And my mama swore she would

Never let herself forget

And that was the day that I promised

I'd never sing of love

If it does not exist

But, darling

You are the only exception

I've got a tight grip on really

But I can't let go

Of what's in front of me

Here

I know you're leaving in the morning

When you wake up

Leave me with some kind of proof

It's not a dream

Oh, oh, oh

You are the only exception

The familiar burning jealousy filled your chest once again, as you watched Quinn stare intently at Puck, as she and the other girls repeated that phrase.

You are the only exception

What you didn't expect, however, was for your chest to swell with a much different feeling indeed. When Quinn turned to where you sat behind Mercedes, doing the same thing to you, without making it incredibly obvious.

You could see the girl start to get emotional as she sang to you. Puckerman silently fuming behind her, as she tried to fight off the tears welling at the corner of her eyes.

She looked so sorry.

And you knew she was.

You are the only exception

And I'm on my way to believing

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Migration PT2 (Teeth and Skin)

Gaz and Price are back on the rode. Back on a mission. So far, it’s been boring as hell. So far.

Gaz took it back. He could not keep listening to Price’s music. He was slowly losing his mind. At least it wasn’t Britney Spears but it was the same three albums from three separate artists. “Fuck it, we’re going to find a music store to raid.”

“Fine with me.” Price shrugged and chuckled softly. “But, I’m also fine with this music.”

“We’ve been driving for days and we’ve listened to the same damn tracks over and over and over again. I am now seriously concerned for your brain chemistry, sir.” Gaz rolled his eyes and glanced over to Price.

Gaz had taken over driving when Price needed to sleep but for the most part, Price drove. He claimed it kept him sharp but Gaz knew the truth; Price liked driving. It gave him this idea of control over an uncontrollable situation. They all had to cope, somehow. He knew that. Gaz coped by just not thinking about it, most of the time.

Price coped by trying to keep control, even when it was clear he didn’t have it. Gaz let him have that control. He trusted the older man with his life.

In the last two years, he’d stopped trying to hide that he saw Price as a father. Not a father figure, just his father. Price had pretty much stopped hiding that he saw him as a son.

Price laughed softly. “If we find new tapes, I will use them. What would you prefer to listen to?”

“God, anything new. Anything but this.” Gaz turned to the radio instead, going through the transmissions. He stopped at an old station, frowning a little as he heard English being spoken over it.

Both had picked up Spanish. They had to, in order to survive. So, it was surprising to hear English. American English no less. Price seemed to pick up on it as well, glancing at the radio.

The transmission was faint, likely due to distance. Gaz could barely make out the words, but it seemed to be detailing some event happening in a city they had to go around. They knew of the city, as it was very overrun with zombies and was generally seen as something to avoid.

Well, whatever it was, they planned to avoid that city, anyway. So they’d likely miss whatever it was. “You know, I’d kill for pizza right now.”

Price laughed. “I don’t think even killing would get you one of those.” He joked. “Two more hours and we’ll stop. Set up camp.”

“Good.” Gaz nodded, since the sun was going down. They hadn’t stopped since they’d started going, save for a quick supply gather in a town, and it would be good for both of them to get a full night, or full for them anyway, of sleep and for the truck to be off for a few hours.

As promised, Price found a place to stop. They didn’t dare camp out of the truck, since they were in a heavier zombie populated area. Granted, they were not actively in a spot where that was a risk but, it was better to be safe than sorry. Zombies didn’t have rules.

Yeah, they had patterns and it was usually pretty easy to tell when groups of them would do something, but at the end of the day, they went where the food was. That was it. There was nothing beyond that. No feeding patterns, nothing.

Just pure hunger. Gaz and Price, or anyone else, hadn’t really tried to dig into why they ate, either. Gaz could remember a time they’d seen a zombie with half of its intestines gone, still tearing into a body. It clearly wasn’t to survive. They didn’t need to survive, they were already dead.

Gaz did have a notebook where he took down information they learned about the zombies but.. It was hard to get anything when the only time they were actively interacting with them was running for their lives.

When Price found a good place to stop, Gaz hopped out and went to the back of the jeep, setting up their stuff. Price used to offer to do it, but Gaz was way better at getting them set up in a speedy manner than Price was.

Price just did some maintenance on the jeep while Gaz did so. Both were very tired, though, so Gaz wouldn’t be shocked if Price just came to the back, climbed in, and crashed. Gaz definitely planned to.

In fact, as soon as he was done, he climbed in and immediately laid down. As expected, Price followed a few minutes later, and he was shutting the door, locking it. However, instead of laying down, he stayed sitting up, frowning.

Gaz sat up a little. “Sir?”

“Shh… Do you hear that?” Price started to reach for his shotgun, which they kept in the back. Gaz listened and then he did hear it. Clicking. He furrowed his brows. As far as he was aware, there were only four types of zombies. And none of them clicked. Bleeders hissed, Heavies growled, Sprinters screeched, and biters groaned. None of them really… clicked.

A soft booming noise came from their right. Gaz immediately moved to the window of the back door, ducking a little as he saw jets flying overhead. “What the fuck?”

Price came over and frowned, having to lean over Gaz, who scrunched up to give him room. “What the hell?”

Gaz looked at a jet, seeing an American flag. “Either some fucking survivor group got their hands on a few jets or…”

“The Americans are trying to reinstate themselves.” Price grred and shook his head. “This will not be good.”

“No kidding.” Gaz snorted and ducked again, watching odd colored explosions hit a city in the distance from the jets. Thankfully nowhere close to them but… great. This was just another element of bullshit that they’d have to look out for. “What do we do about this, sir?”

“Can we do anything?” Price went to his spot and laid down. “Avoid them. If they start to threaten survivor settlements, we’ll do what we can to help but…”

Gaz understood. They were two people. They couldn’t exactly take down an entire military, even if he’d like to try. They helped people, now. They didn’t really run missions. Even if he’d like to frame what they were doing now as one, it really wasn’t. It was them going a longer distance to help someone. Again.

Gaz wished it was different. He wished this had never happened. He wished they could be back in England, running missions, going home for Christmas or leave. Price had let him move in with him when he lost his apartment. Watching football on the television, eating shitty tv dinners or takeout because neither of them felt like cooking.

Hell, he missed Farah and Alex. He’d go back to Urzikstan if he could, just to see them. Alex had stayed with Farah… Change the subject. Now. “Hey, sir. Remember that heavy we took down?”

Price raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t settled in yet, fucking with a map. “Yeah. It was a pain in the arse.”

“Piss off, you weren’t the one being chased by it, having to narrowly dodge bullets. Your aim is dogshit.” Gaz laughed. Price had managed to get up on a roof and had yelled for Gaz to run from the thing. To be fair, Gaz was a hell of a lot faster than Price. He could outrun it, Price likely couldn’t have. However, the problem was, Price planned to take the fucking thing down.

So Gaz had had to run in circles while dodging the occasional stray bullet. Price’s aim was pretty good, but it’d been a high stress situation.

“My aim is bloody fantastic. The damn thing kept dodging.” Price grumbled. “Why did you bring it up?”

Gaz shrugged. “I was thinking about it.” He lied. He’d wanted to distract himself. It hadn’t fully worked, but hey, he wasn’t about to go down that rabbit hole of hurt. He decided he was tired enough to sleep and laid down, pulling the blanket he had over himself.

It didn’t get that cold at night, but it was cold enough he needed a blanket or he’d freeze.

He heard Price eventually settle in behind him and he relaxed, closing his eyes.

Gaz took deep breaths, trying not to freak out. He knew the room around him, well, and he hated being there again. He did not want to be there. He would rather be anywhere else but… No. He was here, again.

“Shoot him.”

“No.” Gaz shook his head, trying to drop the gun in his hand. It was glued to his hand with a thick layer of blood, though, so he couldn’t. “Please, I don’t want to.”

“Shoot him.”

“I can’t. He’s barely 18. Barely a kid.” Gaz stared at the fresh faced soldier, tied up in a chair in front of him. He was sobbing, clearly not wanting to die. Why he was there, Gaz didn’t know. He didn’t know anything about him, just that he was 18.

“Shoot him.”

“Please, I can’t-”

“Shoot him.”

“No, I won’t-”

“Shoot him.”

“Please-”

“Shoot him.”

Gaz let out a breath, his whole body shaking. The kid was begging. “I don’t want to die. Please. I want to live. I want to see my mama again. I… I miss my mama, please. I miss her so much. I don’t want to die.”

Gaz couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t do this at all. He wanted to leave, he wanted to spare this kid. He didn’t deserve to die. He didn’t.

The kid continued to beg for his life. “Please, sir. My name is James. I have three siblings, they’ll miss me. They hang onto my letters. My mama will be lost without me, please… She was so upset I left… She said I’d get myself killed. Please don’t let her be right.” He wasn’t begging Gaz, he was begging whoever had put them there.

“Shoot him.”

“I can’t!” Gaz snapped. His entire body felt icy cold. How was he supposed to shoot this poor kid?

That’s not what happened, though, was it?

Gaz stopped and his whole body shook. No. No! He couldn’t kill this kid.

But you did.

Gaz squeezed his eyes shut.

“Shoot him! Shoot him! SHOOT HIM!”

Gaz took aim and shot the kid. Right between the eyes. He watched his head jerk back and Gaz tried not to scream. What had he done?! NO! He wasn’t supposed to do this!

Then the head slowly rose back up straight. Gaz stared into yellow eyes. Skin rotted right off the bone. The kid became slim and gangly.

The gun disappeared. Gaz wished it hadn’t. He wished it’d stayed. He would need it. He watched the kid open its mouth and start to screech. High… so high… It hurt his ears. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t breathe-

It attacked. Gaz backed up as it lunged forward, biting right into his shoulder. He felt the pain everywhere. He shoved and kicked at it but it just kept biting and screeching and biting and screeching and-

Gaz woke up with a start to Price shaking him rather hard. “Kid! Kid wake up!” He looked at Price, shaking.

“Wha-” He started before stopping as his throat burned. He’d been screaming again. Oh. The nightmare was already fleeing his mind. He checked outside, seeing the sun was already fairly high in the sky. Getting up, he decided not to acknowledge anything. It was better. Smarter. “Ready to get on the road?”

“I’ve already eaten.” Price mumbled. Gaz had been doing this for so long, he probably knew not to bother. “You should eat on the road.”

“Yes, sir.”

Gaz groaned as they climbed out of the truck, finally. They were stopping for a supply run and Gaz was incredibly grateful. He wanted out of the jeep. He liked it, don’t get him wrong, but… It was stuffy when you rode in it for a couple days straight. They’d only been on the road for a week but… it was a long fucking week.

Price checked their stuff and shook his head. “We need more food.” He groaned and shook his head. “A lot more food.”

Gaz frowned and went over, checking their food supply. He was shocked to find they would barely have two days. Four or Five if they really stretched it. But… They would have to barely eat. “We’ll see what we can find.” He shrugged. They were stopping for supplies, anyway. Surely they would be able to find something.

Price didn’t seem too sure but nodded, anyway. Gaz knew he was just worried. He was always worried about this stuff. Even if they had plenty of food, he’d still be worried. That was just how Price was.

So, Gaz shrugged off his concern and got his rifle out of the back of the truck. “What else do we need?”

“Ammo, medical supplies. Water.”

None of the water was really safe to drink unless it was from big water sources. Granted, if you were immune, bites wouldn’t turn you, but it could still cause infection to get any sort of fluid from those rotting bastards.

Not to mention, both heavies and Bleeders posed significant threats. Bleeder blood was literally acid so it could burn a hole through your stomach. Whatever caused Heavies to bloat like that was potent and you were pretty much guaranteed to get violently ill if not die.

Gaz had done the math from everyone he’d asked about it and the odds for violent illness was 90% and death was like 64%. Granted, his numbers weren’t precise but… he trusted them enough to know he would rather not take the risk.

One could filter the water, if they had a filter. Gaz and Price were not so privileged, though. They’d tried to find one, but there were always higher priorities. Food, medical aid, supplies. Etc etc.

“Might try to find you some new boots, eh sir?” Gaz offered, since he’d noticed Price’s were wearing down.

“If we find any.” Price nodded, getting his own gear out. Despite the heat, both wore jackets. They were loose, which helped since it was a dry heat, but it was significantly harder to get bitten or scraped in a jacket than it was without one.

Gaz decided to keep an eye out for his own boots. “Oh yeah, and the music store.”

Price full on laughed at that one. “Alright, kid.” He gave a thumbs up and then they headed to the first store. Price had to break into it, which was hopeful. That meant they might have decent luck with their supply run.

Price took down a biter that jumped out at them as soon as they walked in with ease. They were most common for a few reasons. One, they were named for what they do. Which was Bite. Yeah, they generally did feast if they were in multiples, but one tended to get bored pretty quickly on its own.

Still, if you were alone in a room with no way to defend yourself and it just so happened to decide it was hungry enough (close to a 50/50 chance if Gaz’s math was correct) then you were likely just stuck and fucked and would probably die.

The second most common were Sprinters, which were functionally biters but something caused them to lose all excess mass so they were just speed machines. Terrifying speed machines. Gaz had had the misfortune of watching five of them go after the same human and they had torn them to shreds. Gaz wasn’t even sure they had any time to react to whatever was happening to them before they were dead. But, they still bit and it was fairly easy to get away from them in close contact, since they were light and easy to knock away. Gaz… knew that first hand.

Bleeders were third most common, though only just so. Their common attack didn’t really allow for them to bite until the victim was already dead, though Gaz had heard of those unlucky enough to get bitten by one. Or who would swallow blood and survive. Hell, he’d heard of a cartel leader who’d done it on purpose. He’d gotten lucky and was immune but… the idea of that had been horrific to Gaz. He’d apparently done it because one of his men had gotten bitten and it was revealed his blood was now acidic, though not to the same degree as a regular bleeder’s was.

Gaz wasn’t sure he believed this story, but hey, people were just crazy enough.

Funnily enough, Gaz didn’t know much about Heavies. Price and him had only had the misfortune of dealing with one and Gaz planned to keep it that way. He supposed now was certainly a time when only knowing a little about these things, unless you had regular contact with other survivors, was a good thing.

At least, Gaz certainly saw it as one.

They were greeted with a large stock in the store. Gaz chuckled and nodded. “Awesome.” He searched for the main things they needed. Medical supplies took priority for now, since they could stretch food, but they couldn’t stretch most medical supplies.

However, Price seemed to have food covered, so Gaz wasn’t too worried. “Hey, sir? Should I just grab all of the bandaging?”

“We can come back for more stuff. As long as it fits in the jeep, I don’t care. So just take as much as you deem necessary.” Price nodded, glancing at him. Gaz shrugged and turned back to the aisle, knocking all of the basic first aid into his bag.

Sadly, ammo would not be found at this place, since it was a dollar store, but canned foods, pre-prepared meals, and water would be in excess. Along with medical supplies.

Gaz did take most of the socks in their size. Even the apocalypse didn’t stop them from losing socks. Well, they were useful as hell. The long ones could be made into quick weapons with a rock. And, once Price had sliced his arm open, elbow to wrist. It wasn’t deep enough to need stitches, but it was an infection risk. So, Gaz had wrapped it up and then they’d cut off the toes of a knee high sock and rolled it up over the bandaging to keep it secure so Price could move easily.

Gaz still felt pretty smart for that one. Price had said it was smart thinking, since they moved a lot in their day to day. The sleeve had given him freedom of movement.

So, Gaz had no problem wasting space to grab them. Hell, like Price said, they could always come back to get more. They hadn’t seen many biters through the town and they’d parked close enough that running to the jeep and running back shouldn’t be an issue.

Gaz stopped in the craft aisle. He usually would grab the blades for the precision knives, and the handles, that they had there. Plus the shitty super glue. It wouldn’t hold too much, but it held just enough to be useful. He grabbed all of those things and then made a decision to grab some more pens and a small notebook. He had the space.

He paused in front of the activity book section. He’d loved doing the random activities in them when he was a kid. His foster mom had had a ton of them for mental enrichment. Glancing back at Price, he saw he was preoccupied looking at the labels on some cans of what Gaz was assuming was ravioli. That or some kind of bean. Likely some kind of ravioli or canned pasta. Gaz actually didn’t mind those. Especially since they would pop the tops off of them with a can opener and stick them in the fire to heat them up.

They had a few pans but they were reserved for when either one of them couldn’t stand pre-made meals anymore and would throw a bunch of shit in it and make some form of cooking happen. They didn’t want to bother having to clean them up.

Then, they’d keep the cans, which were good for making bombs if they felt like it.

Which, they rarely did. But, they collected them all the same as many survivor settlements would trade for them. They’d trade a decent amount of items for them, too. Food, medicine, ammo. Apparently aluminum and tin was really good if you knew what to do with it.

Gaz shrugged and grabbed a few books. Again, he had the space. His bag was huge and could fit a fair amount in it, since it was only the bag they’d use for grabbing supplies. When he was finally done grabbing things (oh and another pack of plastic silverware, which they kept when it broke since there were plenty willing to trade for that, too. None were really willing to say for what, though…) he grabbed a random set of men’s reading glasses and held them out to Price, laughing at the withering glare he received.

“Goddamnit, Garrick! I don’t need those.” He huffed and shoved the cans in his own pack.

Gaz laughed louder and shook his head, setting them on a nearby shelf. “Don’t squint so hard at words, then.” He shrugged and turned back to Price. “Old man.” He added, just to rib at Price, though he was only 37.

Price rolled his eyes. “I’m in my thirties, kid.” He shook his head and grabbed more food. “You grab everything you think is necessary?”

“Yeah.”

“Fantastic. Let’s go stock the truck and then we’ll look for a store that will hopefully have ammo.” Price nodded.

Gaz agreed and they both left. Gaz followed close behind Price. Since Gaz was much faster than Price, he stayed behind him to make sure neither got left behind. It was easy for Gaz to get caught up in his own thoughts and then Price was several feet behind him.

Once they got to the jeep, Price helped Gaz get out their boxes and look through them, organizing everything into where it went.

“Fuck, you think you grabbed enough socks?” Price raised an eyebrow as Gaz emptied them into a bin labeled the “sock bin”.

Gaz raised an eyebrow. “Do you want to have to try to run through towns on blistered feet? Do you want to try to wrap a fuck ton of bandaging on big wounds? Or should we save that for our torsos?”

Price raised his hands in concession and then stopped, frowning. “That clicking noise again.”

Reasonably, there was no reason to believe that they were in immediate danger, but… dread still flooded Gaz’s veins, regardless. He quieted and listened. It was much louder this time.

Then they saw them. All black fighter jets with the American flag on them.

“Fuck!” Price cursed.

In the distance, they could make out trucks rolling up. Military trucks. Gaz should have taken this as a good sign, but no. No, things were never that easy. They rolled up in the distance and stopped and the angle meant that Price and Gaz could see them, but they likely couldn’t be seen. They’d done this on purpose so they wouldn’t have to deal with the various groups of shitbags around.

Gaz went to go around to the truck, but then a piercing shriek sounded through the air. Not a sprinter shriek, no. An electric shriek. Gaz’s eyes went wide as he saw groups of biters flood from their buildings. No, not just biters. Sprinters, bleeders. He covered his ears and quickly went around the truck with Price, getting in and locking the doors. Price had thankfully slammed the back of the jeep shut.

“What do we do, sir?”

“Get the fuck-”

Price was cut off by the first explosion. Gaz expected a bomb, but… no. Something large and round had dropped down on a group of biters and exploded in a purple cloud of gas. Gaz knew it was gas from the way it hung in the air, spreading out rather than up like smoke.

Gaz stared at the group, watching them all drop like flies. “How is that possible?”

“I don’t fucking know, but I’m not sure I want to find out what it does to humans.” Price growled and put the jeep in drive.

“Sir, how are we going to get through this town? Do we keep driving through?” Gaz knew from the map that going back would mean adding two more days of travel. From Price’s frustrated expression, he was thinking the same. “We could hide somewhere, wait them out?”

“No.” Price shook his head. “That’s too risky.”

Gaz sighed, since it was. Plus, what happened when it drove the hoards out of the town? They would be stuck. “Can you travel the backroads?”

“Let me see that map.”

Gaz got it out and handed it to Price, keeping an eye on the biters and the approaching military men. He wondered why they were there.

Well, that question got answered quickly because no sooner had he thought it then a group of three survivors were coming out of a building nearby. They started to choke and grasp at their throat. “Price-” Gaz started, before jerking away as something slammed against the door of the jeep.

A soldier in a gas mask was at their door. Where did he come from?? He was yelling at them in shit spanish to get out of the jeep. Price looked up, alarmed, but nodded at Gaz to comply. Gaz hesitated before carefully getting out of the truck. He looked around and saw the three survivors were now on the ground, two soldiers standing over them.

One of them was convulsing and he could hear the other two screaming. It was… a horrible scene. Gaz’s stomach churned from it. The soldier kicked his knee in so he was forced to kneel and he put his hands behind his head immediately. Price did as told as well, being made to step out of the jeep. Gaz was made to go around to his side.

“Can we leave?” Price tried, doing a convincing American accent. If Gaz said so.

“No. Orders are to neutralize all survivors in this town.” The soldier put his gun to Price’s head.

It was a sheer moment of panic. Gaz had the gun away from the soldier within five seconds. Clearly they weren’t expecting someone trained in this shit. He shot them in the chest and yanked their gas mask off their face as they fell, tossing it to Price, who quickly slipped it on.

Gaz shot another soldier that approached, whipping around and immediately shooting another. Price yanked open the door to the jeep, ducking behind it as gunfire sprayed near them. Gaz practically sprinted around it after yanking another gun off one of the soldiers he shot.

He put his hand on the door handle when he was suddenly being yanked back. He was met with the yellow eyes of a sprinter. The gunfire was so loud he hadn’t even heard it screech. He didn’t waste time to shoot it through its head and he was lifting up again.

“Get the fuck in!” Price ordered.

The group of soldiers in the distance were now being surrounded by biters. Even with the gas taking them out, they were still quickly swarming them. “This is clearly not going to plan for them!” Gaz called and Price just shook his head.

Gaz started, again, to get into the jeep, but then his vision was flooded with purple.

Then black.

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