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rodolfoparras · 5 months

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Alec I'm so severely unwell over that drabble you wrote, I'm like super emotional about it please-

I wanted to make Nik into catty asshole who is trying to push your buttons and make you jealous maliciously but like...the idea of him just teasing both you and John is better almost.

Like sure part of him is jealous and he can't help but to be little petty but for the most part he is just pushing your buttons for the sake of riling you up. Even better if he sees that you and John are in love with each other but neither you or John see it. And he's little hurt sure, he doesn't exactly see why John would pick some punk ass rookie over him but as long as John is happy...

And he knows John most likely won't make the first move because John is probably all types of upset because he fell for someone he took under his wing to keep safe and take care of so Nik does everything he can to make you jealous (he totally plays into your hot-headed nature) so you'll finally confess.

At some point absolutely everyone is aware it and is just waiting for something to happen because holy fuck can Captain and rookie just fuck already? Why do they keep dreamily staring into each other's eyes while we're trying to have mission briefing?

For extra angst, imagine you finally finally deciding to confess, probably after drinking and getting all hyped up and you come to John's office and you're about to know but... John is there with Nikolai and maybe they're fucking, maybe they're just having sweet moment, maybe it's just misunderstanding on your part. Whatever it is, it doesn't mean anything but to you it does because it just reaffirms that John isn't yours.

I imagine it's not until everyone gets hammered or near death situation that confession finally happens tbh.

-🔮

Okay hear me out

Nikolai wasn’t stupid. He was aware that Price likes you, not because he had told him so, because the Russian is sure that the other man would rather die than answer honestly to that question

But he could see the way price acted around you, the way he talked to you, the way he behaved nothing like when Nik and him were together.

Price and Nik had met in their early teens, Price thought Nik was his first and last love Nik, simple put, didn’t feel the same.

Sure he loved Price, dont get it wrong, but there was so much to the world than being bound to one person for the rest of your life.

So they decided to break up, only ever hooked up for the sake of old times or the surge of adrenaline that came after a mission.

Price was so hung up over Nik, the Russian never though he’d get over him but one day the rookie became all he talked about, most of their hm-meetings got called off because he needed to be with rookie for the night.

Nikolai was sure Price would fess up any time soon but Price didn’t, instead he played stupid every time he got asked about it.

So he tried another approach, targeting you by making you jealous in hopes of that being enough to make you fess up but instead it pushed you further away.

Nik almost pulled his hair out, flying a plane was much easier than getting two people together so he gave up, let universe handle it instead.

In the meantime 141 was up your ass about it, telling you that it’s so clear that the captain reciprocates your feelings.

For one second you had allowed yourself to believe it. With one too many drinks in your system you had stumbled over to Price’s office in an attempt to confess your feelings.

However what you saw had shattered your heart.

Stupid, stupid so stupid you think to yourself tears trickling down your cheeks as you sprint to you room, far away from Price’s office.

Of course Price didn’t return your feelings he was busy getting fucked by the man he was actually in love with.

Yet you had allowed yourself to be persuaded, had let 141 convince you that Price reciprocated your feelings.

However what you don’t see is Price’s attempt to run after you only for Nik to stop him.

“What is he going to think? Fuck!” Price says kicking the trash can laying around in his office, still half naked.

“John cal-“ Nik tries to say but gets interrupted by the older man.

“Don’t Nikolai just please leave, please? I would like to be alone for a moment”

Nik wants to argue but instead he lets out a sigh and picks up his clothes off of the floor, quickly dressing himself before walking out through the door.

“You should tell him you know?” Nik says with a smile on his face. Price doesn’t even get to spit out an impromptus lie about how he doesn’t like you in that way before Nik is walking away.

The opportunity to talk doesn’t come around. His days are filled with missions and his nights are filled with paper work that just seem to be piling up and when the two of you have some sort of interaction Price doesn’t even know what to say because it’s not like the two of you are anything in the first place.

He did nothing wrong by fucking Nik he was just lonely and tired of pining for the man who doesn’t even seem to noice him. But then that very same man walked in at the wrong moment and everything came crashing down on him.

Stupid stupid so stupid, Price thinks to himself as he sulks in silence.

Weeks have passed after that incident, the two of you are distant as ever.Price thinks that maybe it’s meant to be this way, you weren’t even anything in the first place.

But just as the thought pops up in his head there’s blood - your blood splashing across his face and you’re falling to the ground while he rushes towards your bleeding body

You’re muttering i love you’s while he’s carrying you to the emergency room and Price is repeatedly saying that he won’t say it back not yet because this isn’t a goodbye and if you’re going to confess your love for him you have to ask him out on dinner first, you have to be alive and well when you do it, goddammit!

Spitball w/ me?

#alec answers #🔮 anon #call of duty #john price #john price x reader #john price x male reader #captain john price #captain john price x male reader #captain john price x reader #x male reader #male reader

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softspeirs · 2 months

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hello! could i please request "remembering things they told them" for mota - dealer's choice on characters and/or ocs?💕 — @shoshiwrites

A/N: @shoshiwrites My gut said more John Egan so here we are. This follows this loosely but you don't need to have read it first.

two. dark skies (i remember)

Three cups of coffee the next morning is barely enough to get her out of bed and moving, but she's back in the pub bright and early. They don't do breakfast, but they open at noon, and she promised herself she'd try to put the day before out of her mind.

She's wiping down the bar when she hears the door open. "We're closed--" She stops when she sees Major Egan. He's twisting the brim of his hat in his hands and looking anywhere but at her. "Morning, Major." She says. "Unfortunately we're still closed... no matter how many of those shiny pins you have on your lapel."

His smile is small. "I just wanted to--" He sighs, looking skyward like he's trying to find the right words. "Look, I'm sorry I was an asshole last night."

He doesn't apologize for his language or look at her like she's going to be offended, which she appreciates.

She still doesn't like the look in his eyes. It's... blank. A bit of remorse there, but something else, too. Something dark and closed off, and she hates that she can tell. That she's spent enough time trying to guess what he's thinking that she can tell his moods apart.

"It's alright, Major."

"No it isn't." He's firm, but not unkind. From behind his back, he pulls out a small, small bouquet of flowers.

She doesn't think she's ever seen Major Egan look anything than confident, cocky, and sure of himself. But this look? She wishes she had a camera.

"I remember you said you like daisies," he says quietly, holding it out towards her, his free hand rubbing the back of his neck.

She's taken aback - the idea that he remembers anything she's said when they've been surrounded by everyone else is crazy to her. "That's-- no offense Major, but I thought you were three sheets to the wind when this conversation was going on."

A group of rowdy aviators, each one of them bragging about the nicest thing they ever did for a girl, and then the competition to see who could outdo the other... it ended with her chiming in from the bar that all she needed was a picnic and some daisies and she'd be happy, just like most other girls her age. No grand gestures necessary.

This feels like a grand gesture, sort of. Her heart rate kicks up when she takes the flowers from him, their fingertips brushing.

"Did you pick these from some unsuspecting housewife's garden?" She asks, narrowing her eyes.

His eyes light up with amused indignation. "Did I--" His voice is half laugh. "I'll have you know I gave some of my hard earned coin to Mrs. Henderson down the road for these."

"You didn't have to do that."

He shrugs. "I know-- I know you were just looking out for me when I came by here last night. You didn't deserve my... bad attitude."

She doesn't know what to say. She has no idea what he's going through. She has her own heartbreak every time she opens the door for business and sees fewer and fewer airmen walking through the door. But these men, his friends? How is he possibly handling that?

"You, uh... you let us in here night after night and have never kicked us out even when we deserved it. And I... I don't know." He shrugs. "Buck went down yesterday. And I'm angry as hell and all I wanted was to drown it."

She looks down. "I'm sorry I turned you away."

His eyes are clear when he meets her gaze. "Don't be. You were right." He rolls his eyes at himself. "But don't go tellin' anyone I said that."

"You're flying today." It's not a question.

"I have to--" He shakes his head. "It's my job." He straightens, drawing himself back to his full height. "Anyway. I just wanted to..." he trails off, gesturing to the flowers still in her hand. "I should go."

He turns, and she remembers him like that the night before, telling her she shouldn't get attached to any of them. She remembers, but suddenly she doesn't care.

It's too late anyway.

"Bucky." She says his nickname for the first time, and he turns faster than she expected, his eyes widening with-- hope? Surprise? "Take this. For luck."

She hands him a single daisy. Takes a deep breath, raises herself up on her toes and presses a kiss to his cheek.

It all happens in a second. A heartbeat.

And it's that second, that heartbeat that she plays over and over again in her mind later that night when Captain Rosenthal's plane comes back alone.

#this was meant to be more funny but it ended up mostly angsty #oops #hope this is what you were looking for!!!!!#thank u for requesting #softspeirs mota fanfiction #john egan x oc #masters of the air fanfiction #mota fanfic #bucky x ellie #oc: ellie peters

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ghosties--writing · 6 months

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MY FAVORITE COD CHARACTER?! Oh my god I LOVE THIS QUESTION!

It is ofc the loml CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE

The things I would do| to this man if he was real

Anyway

Can I request "I am sure that she's pretty but she still isn't me." with him?

Maybe reader and Price recently broke up, and they still weren't over each other, and the reader saw Price talking with a girl while they were out drinking with the team, and after the girl left she whispered to Price. After that is in the hands of your imagination! It can lead to anywhere 🤭🤭 Fem or GN reader?

Thank you!

I'm sorry it took me so long to fulfill this ask but here it is. Also, sorry for the rushed ending. I wanted to get if done and posted today.

Broken Hearts and Unhealed Wounds

Price and I had recently broken up, yet our feelings for each other still ran deep. While out and drinking with the team, Price was talking with a girl in a nearby booth. I noticed that she whispered something into his ear, and he nodded before she walked off. I wondered what she said to him? Was he intrested in him? Was he interested in her? Or was he just being friendly? Could he already be over me? The thoughts were eating away at me, and I couldn't bear it anymore. I had to find out the truth.

I decided to take matters into my own hands and confront John about the situation. I waited for a quiet moment when we were alone, then I asked, "What did that girl say to you?"

Price took a moment to respond, "She just asked me about my work in the military."

"That's it? Nothing else?" I pressed him, unwilling to accept his answer.

"Nothing else," he replied stiffly.

I knew he was lying, but I didn't know how to proceed. I wanted to believe him, but something didn't add up.

I felt the anger and frustration building within me, but I fought to hold back my emotions. I couldn't bring myself to accuse him of lying, even if I had my suspicions. Instead, I simply said, "Okay" but my voice had a strain on it.

John could sense that I was upset, and he tried to reassure me. "If you don't believe me, just ask the girl yourself. I promise, she didn't say anything else."

I still wasn't convinced, but I couldn't deny what he said. I didn't want to go bother the girl just incase I was making a big deal of something so small, which a part of me already thought that I was already doing just that. So instead, I had to trust his word now.

I was still upset and frustrated, so I decided to take John's advice and try flirting with someone else to make him jealous. After about an hour, I saw my chance to make a move. I strolled over to aa handsome man at the bar and stuck up a conversation. John noticed, but he didn't say anything. He just turned away and watched me with a slightly pained expression on his face. My plan was working.

I continued flirting with the man, making sure that John could see everything. I made the man at the bar laugh and smile, and it was clear he was interested in me.

John was starting to look angry, but he held back his emotions, trying to appear unaffected. However, I knew it had gotten to him, and he was hurt by mu actions. Which, a part of me felt bad for doing this but he did the same thing infron of me, I just want him to feel how I feel.

I kept flirting with the man for a little while longer, then I gave him my number, a false one, but he didn't know that. I walked away, knowing that I had made my point.i turned to see how Price reacted to my move and he was livid.

John walked up behind me, his face filled with anger and hurt. "How could you do that to me? We just broke up, and you're already going after someone else."

"Oh please, you were the one talking to that girl earlier, you technically did the same thing" I snapped back. "Besides we're not together anymore. I can flirt with whoever I want." I tell him.

"You don't even know him" Price said, his voice filled with anguish. "I thought I meant something to you... guess not."

"And you knew that woman? I thought I meant something to you!" I reply

"You do mean something to me" John tells me

"You mean something to me too. But what can I do when you go and talk with other women? You can't deny what you were doing earlier-"

"Are you over me already? Because if you are you could have just told me" John cuts me off.

My heart ached at his response and I didn't know what to say. I still had feelings for him, but i was too hurt and frustrated to express it. Instead, I tuned away from him and started walking towards the door, not wanting to make the situation worse.

I left the bar feeling defeated and upset. It seemed like John and I hated eachother ever since we broke up, and I just couldn't accept it. I wanted him to fight for me. To show that he still loved me and wanted to try again.

I walked down the street, feeling the cool night air against my face. My thoughts were still filled with John and the whole situation at hand. What should I do? Should I talk to him again, try to mend things? Or should I just move on, even if it meant leaving him behind.

As I was walking down the side walk, wallowing in my feeling and thoughts. I heard footsteps behind me.

I stopped in my tracks and turned to see John, walking behind me slowly. It was a big suprise to see him there, but I was glad he was looking for me.

"John..." I mumered, unsure of what to say. We were both hurt and confused, but a part of me was glad he decided to try and mend things between is. Maybe we should try again, maybe we still cared about eachother after all.

"I'm sorry" he said, his voice filled with remorse and sadness. "I still love you and want to be with you."

"No John, I'm sorry" I tell him back, my voice shaking with emotion. "I shouldn't have flirted with that guy, I shouldn't have accused you, and I should have trusted you abouth what the girl said. I just let my emotions get the best of me, but I do still love you and want to make things right with you."

John took a second to respond, and whe. He did, his voice was soft and tender. "I love you too" he said. "Let's put this all behind us and start fresh, okay?"

"So what? Are we going to start this relationship new? Act like we are strangers falling in love with eachother? I ask him.

"No, we don't have to act like strangers." John said with a gentle smile. "We already know each other and how we feel, but maybe we just need to take things slower and really focus on rebuilding our trust and emotional connection. It could be a fresh start if we approach it that way."

I couldn't help but smile at his suggestion. It seemed like a much better way to move forward then pretending like we didn't know each other. After all, the trust issues we were facing were a direct result of our close connection, so it made since to focus in that direction.

After some discussion. John and I agreed to take it slow and rebuild our relationship. We decided to start by going on a date and get to know eachother again. As if we are meeting for the first time. As we parted ways, I couldn't help but feel hopeful for our future. I was willing to put in the work to make things right, and I was confident that we could make things work. After all, we both still loved eachother, and I believed that was enough to conqure this obstacle.

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missvelvetsstuff · 5 months

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Just A Number

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader meets Bucky at a party and the attraction is more than either one of them wants to resist.

Notes: Since most stories are younger readers I felt like having a more mature reader could be a nice change of pace. Especially since I'm creeping up on senior discounts and want to believe Bucky could fall in love with someone like me.

I try to keep my readers description vague but, as always, she's female, tall and this one is obviously 40+

**I'm so sorry this has taken so long. Life has been rough and I've had a hard time focusing on anything besides survival.

I hope it was worth the wait.

Chapter 7

Bucky shot up out of bed at the sound of his phone ringing. "Fuck" he grumbled when he saw it was 4am and Sam was calling.

"Hey terminator, we have work to do. Meet me at Fort Hamilton asap."

Bucky grunted "Yeah." And went to take a shower and gear up. He was about to board the plane when he remembered he was supposed to see Y/N this week.

"Fuck" he swore to himself and pulled his phone out to send her a text.

'Sorry for the early morning text, doll. Sam needs me. I'll call asap. XO'

Bucky shook his head to clear his thoughts of her and focus on what Sam was saying as they boarded. All he caught was "-I don't like him either but we need to play nice." before he looked up to see his worst nightmare.

John looked up from his phone and grimaced when he saw Bucky. That look improved Bucky's mood instantly and he grinned at John.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

"Morning Johnny! Long time no see! How the Hell have you been?" Bucky almost giggled as he slapped John's shoulder a little too hard.

John shot him a foul look "I don't know what you're so happy about. My nephew isn't going to put up with you ruining his mother."

Bucky's smile grew "He doesn't really have much say in the matter."

John scoffed "It figures you're ok with breaking up a family, taking a mother from her children."

Bucky couldn't help the laugh that broke through "From her children? They are both adults. He's 30 and his sister is looking forward to meeting me."

He looked John in the eye and winked "Better me than you."

Sam chuckled under his breath, happy to see Bucky's confidence up after his time with Y/N. Making John Walker squirm was just icing.

Before John could come up with a decent comeback, Torres came out to tell them they were taking off and to buckle up.

Once they were airborne Sam cleared his throat as he pulled up a map on the table and they started working out a strategy. John challenged everything Bucky said, throwing out some backhanded compliments for good measure. Bucky couldn't wipe the smirk off of his face which only angered John more, until he slammed his fist against the table, cracking the screen and reaching the end of Sam's rope.

"ENOUGH!" Sam shouted and turned to glare at John. "I don't give a single fuck about your problem with Bucky or what he's doing with your adult sister or how her adult kids feel about it. We're here to do a job and you need to get it together!"

John snapped "Fine" and looked at Bucky "But we need to talk once this is done."

Bucky shrugged "Whatever you say." still grinning.

Sam shook his head and finalized their plan.

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Y/N stepped out of her shower and got ready for work before looking at her phone to see if Pepper had any requests before she made it to the office. Her heart sped up when she saw there was a text from Bucky but fell when she read he was on a mission. She shook it off, Pepper usually kept her too busy to let her thoughts wander away from work.

When she went for coffee Dawn was at the table. Y/N told her about the text from Bucky which brought a laugh out.

Y/N glared at her "That's not very nice!"

Dawn coughed "On no, sorry Sissy. I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing at our dear brother. I got a text from Olivia and Johnny was called in for a thing with Sam. Johnny must be thrilled to spend the next week with the two of them. I hope he doesn't let his temper get him into more trouble." She sighed "Anyhow, she's coming for dinner tonite. Poor thing sounded desperate to get out of the house."

Y/N shook her head "I'm sure he keeps her on a tight leash. Of all the people you and Johnny brought home during high school, I really thought she was smart enough to see through him. Love really can make us stupid."

Dawn nodded "Stupid, blind, insane. Since her parents are too blinded by Johnny playing Captain America they don't seem to care how he treats her. We're all she has."

Y/N nodded "So you gonna cook?"

Dawn nodded "Of course. Im certainly not letting you near anybfood I plan to eat."

"Hey! My baking is top notch."

Dawn nodded, smirking "Yeah but your cooking, not so much."

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They arrived at Stark Tower 20 minutes early so Y/N grabbed coffee for Pepper and herself.

When Pepper came in they sat in her office to chat about their weekend, Pepper grilled her about the date and tried to be supportive when she learned Michael's reaction to Y/N's new beau.

"He's a grown man and will adjust. He's never had to deal with a parent dating someone different but I'm sure he wants you to be happy."

Y/N smiled "I hope so, he really was out of line last nite."

"So when are you seeing him again?"

Y/N shrugged "He texted me early this morning to let me know Sam called for his help and he didn't know how long it would be."

She smirked "The fun part is that Johnny is apparently on that same mission with them. I'd love to be a fly on that wall."

Pepper laughed "Hopefully they don't hurt each other."

"I wouldn't hold much hope of that." she laughed softly before her smile fell. "I guess I should let you know. Johnny said he would get me fired if I kept seeing James. Something about telling his friends at S.W.O.R.D. that I'm a security risk. I don't know if he actually has any friends that would do that or if any of them are powerful enough to do anything but if you hear anything negative about me it's probably from him."

Pepper smiled "Don't worry, we have contracts with S.W.O.R.D. but they don't have any say in how I run things or who I hire."

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After 9 hours in the air they arrived in the Belgian countryside to follow up on a tip Sharon gave them on the Power Broker.

They spent 2 days straight looking and seemingly just missing them everywhere they went.

All three men had frayed nerves caused by the frustration from missing their target but even more because of John's attitude and constant trash talking.

"This place is bullshit. I'm starting to wonder if the Power Broker actually exists. Or maybe Sharon is giving us crap intel because she's mad her fuck buddy found a new, older and uglier plaything?" John taunted.

Bucky's jaw clenched and the whirring from his prosthetic could be heard as his hand stretched and clenched.

He shook his head

"Nice try Johnny but Sharon was Steve's mistake, not mine. And if your sister is so nasty, why are you working so hard to get into her pants?"

Sam chuckled "You two really need to shut up about Y/N. When we get home you can fight or whatever to get it out of your system."

Bucky gave Sam a big smile "Sure thing pal."

John grumbled but helped finish searching the seemingly abandoned building.

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Dawn was finishing dinner and Y/N set the table when the doorbell rang.

Dawn looked to her sister "Must be Olivia, I'm stuck here can you-"

Y/N laughed "Already on my way, can't disturb the artist."

When she answered the door Olivia smiled at her and they hugged.

"You know you can just come in right?"

Olivia chuckled nervously "I know you said I could but John-"

Y/N made a face "Fuck Johnny"

Olivia flinched but tried to hide it.

Y/N laughed "Sorry, I know you don't like my language."

Olivia quickly replied "No, it's ok. John just doesn't..Sorry, I'm doing it again. I love him but he can be a little overbearing."

"A little?"

They both laughed.

Y/N headed for the kitchen "Well, come in and have a glass of wine. I think Sissy is almost done with dinner. We're having Mama Walker's beef stroganoff."

Olivia shook her head "John doesn't like me drinking. He says it's not ladylike."

Dawn smirked and handed her a glass "Don't worry, we won't tell. Have a seat."

Olivia tentatively took the glass "Alright, just one." and sat at the table while the sisters served dinner.

Once they all sat they started talking, catching up and eating. Olivia ended up having 2 more glasses of wine before the meal was done and they were all laughing at a story Dawn shared from her work.

Once the table was cleared they nibbled on some holiday cookies Y/N made and Olivia got quiet.

Y/N put her hand over Olivia's "Is everything alright? You clammed up on us there."

Olivia looked at her nervously "I have to tell you something but I'm a little scared."

"Hey, we're family here. You can tell us anything." Dawn encouraged.

Olivia cleared her throat. "Well, I don't think I'm supposed to know about this but." She paused and took a deep breath "Well, Michael came by the house last week. Which was strange because I don't think he really likes John. But they were in the den talking and I wasn't trying to listen but they were both pretty loud and" she paused and looked at Y/N who nodded. "I didn't hear the details but they were going to try to do something to get Sargent Barnes pardon revoked. Make it look like he caused some kind of trouble" her words rushed out.

"I don't know exactly but it's not right. He paid his dues for something that wasn't his fault in the first place and Y/N you deserve to be happy and loved after everything with Mike. I don't know why John hates you so much or wants to interfere but I felt like you should know, maybe you can warn him. I know they're on the same mission right now." She looked at them, then at her hands in her lap and whispered "Please don't tell him I said anything"

Y/N and Dawn looked at each other and sighed. Y/N took Olivia's hand "Don't worry, we have a lot of experience keeping secrets from Johnny, you're safe."

Olivia teared up "You two have always been here for me, even when John has been so awful and I thought I needed to say something to you."

Y/N smiled "Thank you for telling us. I haven't spoken to James since he left but when I do I'll tell him to watch out." Her expression became angry "I'll find a way to get Michael to confess at dinner on Sunday. I might have to kick his ass myself."

Olivia looked shocked "Oh please don't hurt him. I know he's doing it out of love, he's just misguided."

Y/N sighed "That may be but sometimes a slap upside the head is necessary to get his thinking right. He truly is his fathers son. Stubborn and can't admit he's wrong. Don't worry, I won't hurt him too much"

They cleaned up and Olivia called a cab to go home.

After she left Dawn and Y/N smoked a joint and discussed the situation, working on a plan to get Michael to spill his secrets.

@supraveng @cjand10 @440mxs-wife @kandis-mom @dtba-grey81 @calwitch

Chapter 8

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #angst with a happy ending #just a number

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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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A Dinner on Figure Eight

TW: Smut. Language.

SUMMARY: You prove to Pope you want only him, despite your family’s objections.

WORD COUNT: 1600

REQUESTED:

hii! can you do a pope x kook!reader smut where they visit her family for the holidays (like in the pilot where john b says that some kooks visit the island for the summer, so they go off island) where the parents don’t really like pope and try to set her up with another rich guy and reader and pope sneak off and have sex (maybe in a car? idk lol)

A Dinner on Figure Eight

"Are you sure the tie isn't too much?" He asked nervously while standing on the steps of your childhood home. Your fingers adjusted the creases made in his dress shirt from his inability to remain still as you smirked.

"You look perfect, Pope."

"No." He corrected, his hands magnetized to your hips.

"YOU look perfect...damn..." He shook his head. "Do you think it's too late to take advantage of the fact you're wearing a skirt?" He asked with his forehead pressed softly into yours while his fingers contrasted this in eagerness at your waist. In the same vindication, you pulled that very tie loose in bringing him closer to you before teasing his lips with the ghosting of your own gliding across his.

"Your gift today is in here..." You explained while tapping his jacket, still worn over his arm. He offered a quizzical look before pulling your panties to view.

"Babe-"

"Just something to make you a bit less nervous..."

"Now all I'm going to be able to think about is getting my hands under this skirt-" You smirked. The sudden clearing of your father's throat having sent Pope to turn sickly in appearance as you smoothed over what you could.

"I hope you haven't had all the champagne yet..." You offered as you pulled Pope behind you, as your family greeted you with love. But in this example, you were separated from Pope, who held his own through the strongest confidence he could have before you were allowed to join him again.

"You remember Topper?" Your mother asked. "It's been some time since you two spent some time together-"

"Mom-"

"Just friends catching up. Topper has actually decided to come to a school closer to home." He nodded, broadcasting a smile that paled against Pope's, that you hadn't seen since you crossed over to Figure Eight.

"Nothing wrong with weighing your options..." Your father spoke to Topper, with a side glance that made you well aware his words were more directed to you.

"I don't know. Seems like Topper was completely content where he was. Unless it was the pressure of his family that made him switch. Then he isn't doing it for himself...which he should because they should just want him to be happy..."

"And I'm sure one day HE will understand that everything they've done was to give the best life."

"And what if your idea of the best isn't what they want?" Your eyes narrowed, your conversation silencing all others as Pope cleared his throat.

"I can go if-"

"No. We're staying. Can you pass the gravy?" You asked your father, a rather lackluster conversation holding nobody's attention as Pope lowered his voice to you.

"Baby, I don't want to be a reason anything is tense, I can wait outside." To this, you clenched your jaw at the thought. Ever since Pope and you had begun dating, he made you feel precious at every second at his side. And in those you were apart, whether it had been because of school or work, a sweet, sometimes sultry, text would remind you that you were on his mind. But all your family saw as a collective had been his lack of self sustainability.

"Actually..." You turned to face Pope, teasing that same tie left loose from your former moment.

"I want you to fuck me." He choked on his drink, the hand at rest over your crossed legs having tightened as he turned into you.

"Baby-"

"I want to feel you inside of me while I tell you how good it is..." His eyes fluttered in a fight to stay open. "I want you to make me come as hard as you always do...but then I want you to kiss me..." You brought two fingers to his jaw to turn him to face you. His eyes locked onto yours. "And then I want you to do it again..."

Your name was spoken as a scold as you turned to face your mom.

"Don't be rude..."

"I'm talking to my boyfriend." You corrected as Pope was still drowning in your request to pay much attention to your family. Even Topper’s presence faded at the thought of your words.

"Who spent the entire last five paychecks on your gifts by the way....ones you don't deserve-"

"We can just-"

"But he does. Every single thing I'm going to let him do to me in about five minutes-"

"Enough!" Your father spat.

"Oh..." You reached into Pope's pocket. "There you go, Top...that's the closest you're gonna get..." You glared at your family before pulling Pope by his hand and leading him back outside.

"Baby-"

"I'm tired of them doing this. Im sorry if I embarrassed you, Pope, I just can't stand that they don't see in you what I do, it's-" He silenced you with a kiss to your lips. A palm on either cheek ran to your hair, made loose by this grip. Those loose eaves at a natural rest on the back of either shoulder as you were pinned against the car.

"I love you."

"Show me how much." You challenged as he moved to pull open the passenger side of the car before you moved past him and opened the back.

"How are you going to take me from behind and slap my ass with such little room?" You challenged as he clenched his jaw, catching your arm just before you climbed over the seat.

"I wanted to get you home...to a bed...somewhere I can tie you down because you're being particularly coquettish..."

"I can't wait. I won't. " you turned to face him, playing with his tie before sliding it off of his neck, "But you can still tie me down if you want...You might want to because I don't think I can keep my hands still..." You offered a pout as he moved to kiss you, you retracting at the very last moment, before he followed you into the backseat.

"You really want to do this here?" He asked as you slipped up your skirt enough to reveal the validation of those bare hips, now accentuated with your dripping sex. With a cocked brow, he lowered himself to the floor of the back and angled you quickly until his tongue was at those folds.

"Oh my God!"

"Mmm...mmmhmmm..." He moaned into you as your body began to move against him.

"Pope!" The windows were quick to condensate.

"I wanna feel you inside me! I wanna feel you fuck me!"

He undressed, leaving his dress shirt in a part and his pants gathered at his ankles in impatience, before bringing you back into the kneeling of his legs.

"Oh shit!" He grunted, his grasp holding tightly onto the fabric of your dress at your stomach as the other hand moved to your breast, countering this cover.

"I need to feel all of you-"

"Im yours to touch...yours ro fuck, Pope...so fuck me..." You whimpered as he tightened you further into him.

"I love hearing you say that...But I love making it true..." He thrusted into you, your hands projecting from his wrists and to the door in front of you, forcing a handprint evidential to the window.

"I love you!" You belted as he quickened.

"I love you, baby..." He groaned into your shoulder, grunting and moaning as he built to his own edge.

"Pope! I need to come, you feel too good..."

"I want you to do it..." You faced him.

"While I'm inside of you, baby...let me feel you touch yourself for me..."

"Mmm..." You began immediately, quick to bring yourself to tremors as his depth made this possible.

"Oh my God..."

"I need you!" You announced as he nodded, exchanging your hand for his own.

"Nobody has ever felt like you, Pope!"

"Nobody will. Because nobody will take care of you like this..."

"No...nobody!" You validated as he nodded.

"Good...so good-shit! Baby!"

"Come for me, Pope-" But instead, he retracted, pulling you to sit normally on the seat. A hand to the back of your neck brought you to eye him as his dominant hand moved in attack to your sex. Pistoning fingers forcing your mouth to part.

"Fuck! Are you trying to make me squirt?!"

"Wouldn't be the first time..." He smirked. "Not like you have panties in the way..."

"Pope!" You gripped his wrist.

"It's too much!"

"I can't hear you baby...you're coming too loudly-"

"Oh my God! Oh my GOD!" You gasped, that river of pulsating pleasure making you unabashed to your body's flexing against him. Wild hips and quick moans leaving you desperate and manic.

"Fuck..." He smirked, reaching to suck his fingers as you straddled him.

"I said twice..." You reminded.

"You did, didn't you?" He grinned as you brought him back inside of you.

"It isn't too much?"

"It always is with you...but I love it." You confirmed as you rode him into his own orgasm. Your name, a song on his lips as you grinned widely to the victory in what your body brought to him. His grip and his moaning validating this as he shot into you.

"Let's get you home..." Pope explained as you paused with a hand to his chest.

"I am." You kissed him sweetly as he reciprocated deeply. He reminded you of both love and lust with his touch. Soft but passionate. The perfect combination of everything. And that was what he was to you.

Everything.

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abigail-pent · 2 years

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GOOD MORNING I've been thinking a lot about all the hints in NTN that Pyrrha helped with the birth of Anastasia's child, and it occurred to me:

PYRRHA helped paint a nursery in the Anastasian. After the founding of the Ninth. The Ninth, which was founded by Anastasia, a second-gen Lyctor, supposedly (according to Silas) only for the purpose of guarding the Tomb. Pyrrha, not Gideon. So did Anastasia know by then that it was Pyrrha painting her nursery, not Gideon? Because if so, then she would have known about the compartmentalization.

Was the pact she made with Alecto motivated by this knowledge-- knowing that your cav could survive inside you, in a way?

It has to be the case that the Anastasia-Alecto vow was made before John switched Alecto off. But actually a lot of the rest of the timeline is a bit murky. My impression is that Anastasia's attempted ascension was the last attempt among the OG Lyctors, but I'm not sure where this idea has come to me from. In any case, I feel fairly confident she attempted after Gideon ascended, though the Eightfold Path and the structure of the Canaan House labs do imply that none of them ascended until all second-gen Lyctors had joined them at Canaan.

But at what point does she found the Ninth? Other Lyctors founded Houses, and it's not clear if they founded them before or after ascension; though I would guess before, just because it does seem that Lyctors have difficulty conceiving, and we know many Houses practice "Resurrection purity", which could mean a lot of things but may have something to do with preserving bloodlines. And if anyone's bloodline were considered worthy of preservation in this universe, it would be a Lyctor's bloodline. But even if Augustine founded Koniortos Court before ascension, that doesn't necessarily mean Anastasia founded Drearburh before trying to ascend.

But I digress. To believe Silas that the Ninth "had one job", so to speak, is to imply that Drearburh didn't exist before John put Alecto to sleep. Which means the timeline would be "Anastasia attempts" > "Anastasia-Alecto vow" > "John puts Alecto to sleep" > "Drearburh founded". That can make sense. But where does Anastasia's pregnancy fit in that timeline? If Pyrrha is painting a nursery on the Ninth, it would have to be after the founding of Drearburh. This can all work, but it would have to work extremely quickly.

So if @ghostsandyoumightdie is right, and the Tombkeeper's line is descended from a child of Anastasia and Samael's, which took on part of Samael's soul in the Lyctorhood process, then we're looking at a timeline like this:

1. Anastasia and Samael conceive

1.5. Gideon becomes a Lyctor (this step could go anywhere before step 2)

2. Anastasia and Samael attempt and fail/are sabotaged by John

3. Alecto makes a vow to Anastasia

4. John puts Alecto to sleep

5. Anastasia, secretly pregnant, founds Drearburh around the Tomb

6. Pyrrha paints a nursery on the Ninth and helps Anastasia with the birth

where step 6 happens < 9 months after step 1. That is a lot of plot in a short amount of time. It also implies that Anastasia's attempted ascension happens either just before or just after a big RB attack, which is interesting context. Also, an Anastasia-Alecto vow makes a *lot* of sense in the context of Anastasia's grief.

But I'm still stuck on, and entirely blown away by, the clear implication that Anastasia knew Pyrrha was awake in there long after Gideon ascended. Of course, Pyrrha could have been pretending to be Gideon at the time, like she did at the Mithraeum; but her eyes would have changed. Anastasia would know what that meant. And sunglasses are just not practical in a low-light environment like the Ninth. But this leaves us with minimum two of the OG Canaan House crew who, unlike Mercy and Augustine, had a really positive relationship with Alecto. Pyrrha says in HTN that she didn't hate Alecto; certainly her behavior at the end of NTN suggests she likes Alecto well enough, and isn't scared of her. Alecto's narration on the way into the Tomb makes it sound like she has a really warm relationship with Anastasia. So I think what we're looking at is an alliance between pro-Alecto non-Lyctors -- two cavs and one brokenhearted necro -- supporting one another through impossibly tragic circumstances.

Of course, there are counterpoints to this timeline too. Silas may be wrong about when and why the Ninth was founded. After all, Samael's surname is Novenary, and Novenary is a Ninth name. That could have been bestowed posthumously, and the timeline proceeds as I have it above. But if it wasn't, then Drearburh has to have been founded before Anastasia and Samael attempted to ascend, and the nursery painting can be moved back in the timeline, potentially to before Gideon ascended. So this isn't definitive, but I do think the vibes are right with the timeline I have above.

#anastasia the ninth #pyrrha dve #samael novenary #alecto #ntn spoilers #nona spoilers #nona the ninth spoilers #tlt spoilers #the locked tomb spoilers #tlt meta

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multifandomsofficial · 1 year

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Can you please do the chosen headcanons about how they'd react to you dying in childbirth?

Ngl this one was pretty hard. Btw, I'm not doing an disciples that already have a romantic relationship (married, y'know). Fun fact: fathers were first allowed to be in the room during the birth in the 1970s, so we're going by that standard. I have no idea really about being pregnant/pregnancy, so idk how accurate this will be.

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Name: I Love You

Warnings: mentions of blood, anxiety, depression

⚠️HUGE WARNING:CHARACTER DEATH AHEAD⚠️

Theme: Hold On by Chord Overstreet

Type: headcanon

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Judas:

Honestly already kinda figured because you were already weakened through the last month before the pregnancy actually happened. But gets wrecked by it. Totally demolished. Maybe or may not be a reason for betraying Jesus..... 👀

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Matthew:

At first, probably doesn't know how to react or respond. It barely even hits him until the person repeats that you're gone and the next thing he knows he can't stop crying.

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Little James:

This poor little baby. I feel so bad for even writing this. But I can see him ask Jesus, just like he asked Jesus why he hadn't been healed yet in Season Three. And Jesus would give him the same response. And my poor baby would almost hyperventilate from crying so much.

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Nathaniel:

There isn't even a sarcastic comment, or any comment for that matter, in his system. He can't even have a clear thought. His mind just goes blank. He's unresponsive, until someone touches him, and then boom. Crying like a little baby.

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Simon Z:

He's totally torn. He thought he could protect you. He felt so guilty for not dying instead. Praying and questioning why God had to make you die instead of him, just wanting to let you live.

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Andrew:

His head is spinning. He's trying to push past his brother so he can reach you, hold you. But he can't. Just can't. His legs would definitely stop working, so he'd be on his knees, panting like he just ran a mile, crying so much.

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Big James:

Everything inside the room stops. No sounds, nothing. He's just waiting for crying. A baby crying. For someone to say something. But nothing happens. Definitely be banging on the door, demanding to come in, demanding to know what happened, demanding to see you, as warm tears bite at his cold face.

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Philip:

Mr. Joy man over here is probably the newest, most depressed person. Like, not a small bit if hope or kindness runs in his system. Nope. Just grief. Pure sadness. This man is gonna need a hug from someone.

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Thaddeus:

Was pacing in front of the door, soon sitting directly across from it, just staring as he silently prayed. But he knew it was too late. He could hear the women inside trying to wake you up. Silent sobs choked his throat as he crossed his arms and looked to the heavens.

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John:

Doesn't care how improper it is if he enters that door once something is wrong. He's doing it anyway. He will do it anyway. No matter how many women are trying to shoo him out, because he will be there.

But, he enters just as your body goes limp, blood covered rags thrown about the foot of the bed near your feet. Would definitely just stand there for a second, all the women staring, before moving out of his way as he pushed through to get to you. Moving hair neatly on one side of your head, he begs for you to wake up as he sobbed until he couldn't anymore. Totally would refuse to leave your side, and someone would have to pull him away.

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keepthedaydreamsalive · 1 year

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a/n: i had this idea where reader is in kieran's place with some changes. damn, two drabbles in one week, who am i

summary: the van der linde gang assume you're with the o'driscoll's and take you back to their camp

warnings: swearing, mention of murder, abuse, violence, minors DNI

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you were kept captive by the o'driscoll's for as long as you can remember. they had killed your family and burned your home, forcing you to watch it become nothing but ash.

it took a while for them to beat you into submission. you refused to obey any of their orders, but no one would blame you for giving in if they saw how they beat you . as the years went by, the scars were the only thing left as a reminder to what they did to you.

the o'driscoll's knew you had no one and no place to go. with that, you were able to roam/move around the camp without any bindings. you wouldn't dare take the risk of running away when their eyes were on you and they were all armed.

they made you clean up after them. you were also to complete the camp's chores all by yourself which left you exhausted. it didn't help that you were also malnourished, barely any meals were given to you except for scraps.

you were glad that you had your own tent. it was small and could barely fit you in it but you would take it over sharing a bed with any of the men here at camp.

you were asleep until you were woken up by the sound of gunshots and men yelling. you sat up, peeking out of the tent, trying to make sense of what was happening. it was still night, the only source of light was the campfire but it still wasn't enough. another gang has come and ambushed the o'driscoll's.

for the first time in years, you saw an opening.

this is the moment you've been waiting for. no one was going to pay attention to you or take notice that you were gone. they were dropping like flies out there, and the rest were trying to make a run for it. you crawled out the tent, cautiously making your way to woods. if you remember clearly, there was a path that led to the main road, that could put some distance between here and there.

when you felt like the coast was clear, you stood up and made a run for it. you were exhausted, hungry, and lungs felt as they were on fire. you haven't ran like this in years but you couldn't stop now. you could see the moon at its' highest, and you looked up at it and a laugh escapes your mouth as you cry at the same time. you were on your way to freedom.

not quite

you bumped into what you thought was a tree but instead was another person. you froze in fear, praying that a higher power could kill you right now so you wouldn't suffer the punishment the o'driscoll's had in mind for you.

it wasn't an o'driscoll though because what the stranger says confuses you. "a little o'driscoll trying to run away, huh?"

"what?" you said, stepping back from the man but your back hit another stranger's chest.

"what do we have here, arthur?" the second stranger spoke up from behind you, you looked up over your shoulder to see scars on his face.

the first man, who you assume to be arthur, takes a step forward until he's towering over you. his hand reaches up to your face, gripping it harshly as he forces you to look at him.

"where is colm o'driscoll?" arthur questioned, his voice low and threatening.

"i don't know where he is, i'm not an o'driscoll, i swear!" you tried to move out of arthur's grasp but the man with the scars behind you held you firmly against him.

arthur clicks his tongue, looking at the man behind you. "we're going back to camp, john, with this lil o'driscoll."

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a/n: i just got out of work so the brain juice isn't flowing as much. what do you guys think? i definitely want to make a part 2 but i need the validation

#rdr2 john #arthur morgan rdr2 #arthur x reader #rdr2 fanfic

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29pageshomestuckeveryday · 11 months

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Homestuck, page 2,628

Karkat: Troll this worthless human.

Author commentary:

Is there something incongruous, or emotionally dissonant, about the fact that this adorable, pajama-wearing Future John has his head sandwiched by a device emblazoned with the image of a grotesque rapist? Maybe I should change the subject. There's so much to talk about here, it would be a shame to get hung up on the sexual crimes of john's favorite celebrities. Anyway, this panel is a great and exciting way to get into the arc of A5A2. Just this single shot of Future John and a few points of dialogue tell us so much. Cool new outfit, plans are being hatched, everybody's friends now… It's a future-plot snapshot imbued with optimism and intrigue. It lets us know very swiftly what the ultimate narrative purpose of A5A2 is going to be: to bring us to this moment and reveal what happens along the way. Some of the energy from Hivebent's intense nonlinear storytelling patterns are carrying over to the next sub-act. A5A2 isn't quite as freewheeling as Hivebent in terms of "show literally anything, from any point on the timeline, literally any time," but it jumps around enough to keep things interesting and unpredictable.

The time-hopping here isn't purely narrative trickery, or me being whimsical by pointing the camera at whatever I want, whenever I want. There's a good in-story reason for scattering nonlinear focal points throughout A5A2. Which is that, unlike in the acts prior to Hivebent, now we have the luxury of seeing events from a troll point of view. And the trolls are all accessing human events through Trollian, which lets them bounce around the human timeline like maniacs. So we get to see what they see sometimes, which isn't necessarily the order in which we would be viewing things if we didn't have their POV at our disposal.

Because of the intriguing Future John pajama panel, I'm launching into some bigass paragraphs on storycraft. Frankly, since the last book, that's basically what this gutter has been used for. So be it. But in doing so, I'm almost missing the chance to reflect on this really epic screed that Karkat introduces himself to John with, which, as we now know, might as well be a love letter. John says he's not gay. I mean, sure, I guess he technically is "not a homosexual." But aside from that, who are we trying to kid? Everything going on here is really quite spectacularly gay. All of the trolls' involvement with the humans originates from one poorly thought-out, helplessly hate-smitten and gay overture made by a cranky teen boy. Karkat had this whole tirade bottled up inside, ready to unload, but because John is totally expecting it, and already knows Karkat well, he is able to completely disarm, flummox, and redirect all of the hostile energy. The ensuing backwards-chatting idiot spiral is a direct result of John affably and naively sabotaging Karkat's high-strung, breathlessly romantic overture. The lesson is clear: the entire Homestuck universe turns exclusively on the axis of of gay teen follies.

Everything John is saying here, his whole attitude, and lines like "oh god, the quadrants…" reflect the fact that he clearly knows considerably more about the trolls than he did when we last saw him. In other words, it's almost like he just got done with the onerous process of reading Hivebent, just like we did. And he probably has about the same take on most of that material as we do. In this story, the characters literally never stop behaving as stand-ins for the readers in various ways. This conversation winds down in the fairly predictable manner we've come to expect from Karkat, with his stubborn commitment to ongoing gestures of self-humiliation and outlandish insults. But then there's a curveball at the end. People really got a kick out of John's final line. But "soon," as we're going to gradually learn, is a pretty relative concept. Sometimes you need a lot of patience when waiting for stuff that's coming soon.

#gif #pesterlog

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the-firebird69 · 2 months

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Yo Gotti - Rake It Up ft. Nicki Minaj

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So it says to us you should make the wine and California's wine country and Santa Clara it has a few of them but they're not open and reopen them and try and revive what was there that's how you have to do it and we do know how to do that and it's valuable wine and we could make this wine there and it would be world famous and go for a lot of time and we would not have to make that much it would save us a lot of time and people think all sorts of crazy stuff like Salem's lot and some of the vampires might have been there and things like that and I do understand what I'm saying

Yeah main singer here he wants the name it's not coming out when it's Nicki Minaj and me the black guy

This does for whores no we need money just like anyone else and he was trying to find out how tall he is and I wouldn't tell me and he wants to wear the jackets and go to Comic-Con and some other things and he wants to start I guess at the Tampa Bay Fair and it's really the county fair and I had no idea that most of the circles started down here and it's because different races were here he says and that makes sense and they went around telling people and they have to be careful so I understand something this is a famous famous place for him and his and that is powerful symbolism and they're in trouble that's the max

Nicki Minaj

Boy that's not good

Macs no I know it and we're trying to run the code that says it and we're trying to run it now and yeah it's a little late it usually is he's got a car up in Canada and this guy John remillard is never going to deliver it he says and we agree until he's dead and Lily is going to and she wants to be in the carnival and he says isn't it funny you don't make millions but you probably be happy with it and so would I and you would have a nice guy and I'd have my lady she says it's ridiculous this is so much stupid s*** this as well can I have to be done she gets it though and she's a little mad about it but she likes what you say you go in there and you have a good time and they're hanging out supposed to be missing his wife but she shows up and going to see someone can run real fast

Hahaha it's funny cuz you see stuff moving and flying around and he's terrorizing around the corner almost at like a 45° angle and booking it after her I'll tell you what she's probably bigger now but it is funny we can't catch other one of them slow. Like that sloth raising his hand and the guy was very happy and he said you have to go in there not there he knows the stuff out there it's got to go up there they don't like going up there so he was terrified of something and we found out it was a big cat and we did put the cat sleep and moved it but someone did we did see it happen and the guy went out there we we do see this so good idea and he was okay but he was asking for help now these big cats are getting displaced and the stuff out there I've never seen elk run like that and he doesn't know what it is it seems and they run and stop and we went over what it was and someone said they knew and I don't think so it was upstate New York near one of the cities up there and that's the property area of Cloverfield and yeah they're nasty and we have seen him and animals are terrified of them they have shark radar and they can harm animals and they book it and they're blind with terror we come to one of them down we calmed a lot of them down and put them in a holding area and they didn't want to go anywhere so they were dear they can't do much with them and turn into a big petting zoo I'm still going on and they don't care yeah some people make noises and they get taken away and the deer happy they want to go back when it's clear they say it too and we say we don't know where that will be so we have to go check the woods to see what it is but really this car is being fought over it's in Montreal and hers actually is it's in he thinks it's New Hampshire and he was in it and they rented one but that's not the case they drove theirs and hers is white they are making them in the factory near Montreal and Terry she's been come back and is Terry cheesman and it's just north of Quebec and still right from the center North and that's very weird that's how they talk though they want to use it to go up to the clones

Macs

That one was pressurized and we don't think on purpose and a friend he was having trouble his body is the size of a 3 year old child it's not really wrecked or anything but he did this a few times at school and learn he learned that it comes out the back like a Canon. He didn't once and almost laughed so loud but he held the laugh in and he said excuse me and some kids were snickering and there was a guy behind him who kept saying don't do that again. And he was serious cuz I can impress and we heard him say I'm not really in control of it and also all of a sudden you ripped out again and he said why don't you go outside to do that and it was was not John remillard it was Doug and he's a he said it in space so look I'm like a young guy any of those by size my breath stinks also to widget and he's calm down he said boy does that stink and he wasn't laughing he was talking to the teacher and she just said it's not slow and you're an idiot so it comes up to you idiot I'm in your grade what grade are you in Jesus and the guy looked at him and said oh yeah so you try to go to the teacher and say you didn't know but the teacher heard it and told them to leave and it wasn't Ellie and it was a trumpster so you got home and you're in the same house you soon a little he's trying to tell on you and you told your mom's secretly cuz it's fun and she came out and said what happened today in school I noticed that you were shaking and he says no wasn't that bad this kid ripped a good one I couldn't stand it all sudden she started laughing and said later on we hear that you're going pah pah and have trouble holding your breath and she said why you acting like such a wimp about a fart for it's a man thing and so he got really mad and went to his room. And these guys are b****** about farting and just saying this it smells bad it could be bad it says people don't say that because we're not stupid you said you had beef it's what's for dinner that's what's for dinner last night and beans and cabbage I mean what's wrong with you so if you came this big joke cuz whenever you farted he's going to whatever your party that's terrible after I fart and he was really annoying and people laugh because he's so sensitive so wherever you went you're trying to fart noises is waving his arms around and his body's moving it's trying to hold his breath and he's saying pah pah and some other weird noises so yeah he's really sensitive to that and I don't know how we get on this but I remember him trying to hold it his butt my point is self onto the chair and he says yeah I was doing that he's doing it real hard and if it made this really really loud noise and so he's telling the guys to do it he told Doug he said no this is probably he said it's like clamped myself down I was like pulling advice and trying not to but I think you guys will get into it and then the teachers need it and stuff I need to learn things it was pretty tough for any time he was better teaching methods little easier so they start laughing and trying to get teaching better and I feel like doing it and you can see him grab it on since they were trying not to like he did he turned to a madhouse detention. So there's detention and he's going I got in trouble additionally because I had people farting and trying to clamp down on the seat so I'm trying to do it I wanted really big one and it was Scott and Smith and the teacher came back and it stunk and asked who it was it says we need to go outside we could do that I'm in detention. So we hear it going around it's really stupid story there's a young young person and you don't know what you're dealing with. He needs to be helped and you're morons is supposed to be the support network it's a nightmare how many times you have to prove your idiots I think Jesus Christ.

And oh yeah we're talking about Hera's car and he got sidetracked so did I and she's testing it and he always screws up and he's got issues.

It's up there above Quebec and a storage facility and it's not a cheap one it's not massively expensive but it's temperature controlled in atmosphere controlled and temperature alone won't do it as he knows and she's going to have it at the same time he does we do it with other vehicles and it's going to be big and our calculations show the end of March it's already tomorrow she says which means what we need at the end of March you're going to start growing during March this is right now I get this ringworm itch and it's really out there you know about that it should go away keep treating it okay yep he's going to do it and look forward to Comic-Con and wearing the real thing and it's going to be intense it'll be a lot of them out there and Dave had a bane thing and it's kind of like the one in the comic book. He also wore the jacket that was in the comic book and you put it on and his little thinner now the brought it in and now Brad wants to do the roll and we heard we heard it too and I probably threw Brad gets knocked out and Tommy f takes it over and has Trump give the signal for them to take the ship and it's really a high-tech it actually is and he needs to text but it's only one chip so it'll be taking that we will be taking that

Macs

Well that's interesting. So it's about my car not you ripping a fart. And yeah I have Brian do that this is I'm trying to send alien signals to their leader you know I just couldn't help it and I think I'm getting bit or something so we had a good day and he went out to the park and relaxed a little and people were trying to relax and it was tough but they did it and there's things to decide about what was happening Dan was under the influence of Tommy f we couldn't help it and you got beat up every time you have in this guys and somebody broke up but really this is good information for them and they're saying that it was Max then it said it was Mac and really they're kind of liars about everything and I don't want them around my house when they got to get out of here

Hera

We're going to try and move them out pretty soon and over the diamonds which are going nowhere but the ships have to come out and then the fight over the diamonds in the tunnels there's a lot of them probably twice as many larger ones as they were along the whole perimeter of Florida and that's believable he says because there are formed really deeper down and the tunnels are deeper and below the crust and still there's another one and he didn't know about it but he knows it's deeper so this how it goes there's some weird stuff out there and these people are out there and it's honest whatever it is hours I say

Macs

No it's not and we're going after it and their hours and we know what they are

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Piggification Stage 3: Bargaining

"Hello there, Mister... Jones, is it? That's original. No matter. You've signed your confidentiality agreements and everything?

"Sure Doc! I've been vetted and cleared... filled out my tax forms... health insurance... 401K... all that. I'm ready to start work right away!"

"Splendid. Splendid! I always like to give every new employee a personalized tour to show them just what we do here. Although I'm sure you have a pretty good idea and are OK with it, or you never would have found out about us. We only put our job postings on... ahem... UNIQUE websites."

"You got me pegged, Doc. I've been a fan of your work ever since I stumbled on it online. Then they shut down the auto plant in Mahwah late last month, and that was my chance to follow my dream and join your organization."

"And don't feel bad that you're not in veterinary medicine or research. I respect every employee in my organization. Your might be putting out the food and water and cleaning the stalls, but you spend more time with our... charges than anyone in the compound. I'm sure you'll find the time you spend with them... quite rewarding!"

"I'm looking forward to it Doc. I really am!"

"Splendid! Let's get started!"

"Hey Doc, what's the story with that sowgirl over here? She's got a collection of junk laid out like I've never seen!"

"This is very interesting, Jones. You've got a good eye. Now this... young lady has reached what we call the "Bargaining" stage in her transformation. She realizes what has happened to her, she has found that fighting us does her no good, so now she is trying to BRIBE us into changing her back.

"But what does she have to bargain with? We've already seized all her worldly assets. And even if she had title to them, it's not like she can go to the bank and make A withdrawal looking like THAT, can she? So she just collects stuff that tickles her piggy fancy. Interesting rocks, a bone from last night's slop, a pumpkin that's JUST starting to rot, a shiny, sweet-smelling Mr. Pibb can..."

"Looks like she has a dollar bill there too, Doc."

"She does indeed. Somehow she retains some distant memory that those pieces of green paper hold some kind of value, though I'd bet this farm that she doesn't remember why or how much. I'll bet the smell fascinates her as much as anything else."

"The SMELL?"

"Remember, pigs have hundreds of times more sensitive noses than we do. She could probably tell you a story about every one of the thousands of people who have handled that bill since it was printed. Too bad her grunts and oinks can't express those kinds of thoughts very well these days. Every day she's here she's more focused on the moment: mealtime, wallowing in the mud, pooping, how her poop smells..."

"HAW! HAW! And how it TASTES! I've SEEN your videos, Doc."

"You know, Jones... she still is human... in a way. She can still understand everything we're saying. We ought to show a LITTLE more respect and not talk right in front of her. Especially since she's in a bargaining mood. We should say hello.

"HELLO Daisy! Those are VERY PRETTY THINGS you've got there! Where did you get a Mr. PIBB can in this day and age? That might be worth some money to a collector. Not enough to finance a reverse piggification procedure, though. SORR-EEEEE!"

"HI THERE DAISY! MY NAME'S JOHN! I'LL BE FEEDING AND CLEANING UP AFTER YOU! NICE TO MEET YOU!"

"Now that was nice, Jones. One thing. It doesn't help to YELL at them. Their EARS are a lot more sensitive than ours, too. They can understand a whisper as well as a shout."

"Sorry Daisy. Do you mind if I scratch you behind the ear? Haven't met a critter yet don't like a scratch behind the ear!"

"GRUNT! GRUNT! GRUNT!"

"There you go, Jones! Looks like she LIKES you! A week ago, if you'd tried that she would've bit your hand off. But they're much more agreeable when they get to this stage."

"The BARGAINING stage, Doc?"

"Ironic, isn't it? The only thing she's really got to BARGAIN with that any of us might want? She's sitting on it. Of course, anybody who wants THAT would want to keep her just the way she is. I trust I'm not SHOCKING you, Jones? That sort of business does go on here, I'm afraid."

"HELL, Doc! Why did you think I wanted to WORK here?"

"I'm glad we understand each other, Mr. Jones. The... err... FRINGE BENEFITS are what keep most of us working here. Speaking of which. If my nose isn't fooling me, I believe Daisy here will be coming into HEAT in a day or so. It will be the first time for her since her... procedure. That first time is always amusing to watch.

"So... word to the wise! She already LIKES you. You might find out she wants to be... more than just FRIENDS. Just be ready."

"HELL... I'm ready right NOW Doc!"

"Splendid. Just a couple of things. Be discreet. No humping the sows right out in the middle of the field in broad daylight."

"Okay, Doc. Anything else?"

"Be NICE! No hurting or humiliating them. I'm SERIOUS. I might be a madman, but I'm not a MONSTER! These gals have been through enough. I don't need PETA on my ass."

"Okay..."

"I'm SERIOUS. It might sound crazy, but I actually LOVE every one of these ladies. It's like having a whole farm full of cloven-hoofed daughters! I find out you're mistreating them, you're FIRED. It's in the contract you signed."

"Okay Doc. I guess you're right."

"Splendid, Jones. Remember... keep your nose clean and you'll have the most rewarding, unique career ever. What's that they say? 'Find a job you love and you'll never work a day in your life!'"

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The blind boy

Pairing: JJ Maybank x female! reader

Summary: They're both blind, they both need to see beyond their bubble, they both need to realize how in love they are.

Genre(s): Fluff, kinda angsty if you squint really hard

Warnings: None!

A/N: Not trynna brag, but the fact that I did this in 20 minutes and it's good, I'm just saying. I ACCIDENTALLY ERASED THIS BECAUSE I’M AN IDIOT, so here it is again.

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Being adopted by an extrovert is one of the best things to happen to you as an introvert, you sometimes need someone to balance you out, someone to pull you out of your comfort zone, someone to make you speak and express yourself beyond a hobby that probably drowns you most of the time.

"Everyone's a little blind," Pope read the book out loud, "And I don't just mean physically but also mentally, as simple minds, we tend to live in the moment instead of looking beyond ourselves, we don't usually analyze everything around us, we just refuse to do it, we're ignorant. Only a few of us tend to try, but we can never know the whole truth, no matter how much we study the details; most of the times people who do that practice some type of artistry where they can document their point of view,"

"Thank you, Pope," the teacher smiled at him.

"Kiara, can you resume the reading please?"

"Yes," she stood up, "We miss on a lot of things every day, whether it's your future wife, husband, or partner walking beside you; maybe it's the house you'll end up dying, it can even be the restaurant you're gonna have the last meal. In a way, there's no perfect practice to see the world, we either get too lost inside our heads or we get too bewitched by the wonders of the materialistic plane,"

Miss Valencia nodded at the girl, "John?"

The brunette cleared his throat, "My wife wanted to eat the world as fast as she could whilst I watched her from behind with amazement, ergo my best sellers, I do regret not living enough, and she would tell me on her death bed how much she regretted not taking a step back. Unfortunately, we're machines that are too complex and too stubborn to find the balance, because there isn't one, not available to us mortals at least. Despite the fact that I want to end this book with some type of philosophical advice, I'm not that thinky, I'm an introverted writer who can go either way, overcompensating with a social-magnet alter-ego, or disappearing in the dark forest of my thoughts,"

"JJ," you slightly pushed his arm.

"What?" he turned to you.

You passed him your notebook filled with questions. Due to your strong opposite nature, your friendship became a subconscious win-win, he offered to ask any questions you could come up with in class making him look better in the teachers' eyes; you offered to help him with exams, homework, and projects making him show how grateful he was never leaving you alone in any crowd; he offered you to teach you how to surf making you always stitch him up after any confrontation; you offered your house to crash while he slowly introduced you to the pogues.

"Does anyone have a question?"

JJ raised his hand.

"Yes, JJ,"

"I don't agree with the writer," he crossed his arms.

"Why not?" the teacher seemed intrigued.

"Because, I do think there's a balance, and I think we can find it in the people that we care about,"

"Explain that,"

"W- well," he stuttered looking at you for more, you grimaced not expecting that question, "When- when it comes to your family, your friends, or the person you're in love with, you fix on the little things about them because of how close you are to them, you could be at a party drinking and then you notice your brother or sister acting weird and so you realize they're sad or somethin', you're enjoying the party sure, but then you turn around and you can tell there's something wrong,"

"But when you turn around you focus on something specific, let's say someone leaves the party while you ask that person if they're okay, you wouldn't notice, you're no longer in the emotionless moment, you're in the sensitive plane of someone else, you're still missing something,"

"Okay, then explain to me this, balance is all about finding a mid-point, not of your attention but of the way you use it, let's say half of my lifetime I end up only noticing the details and then the other I just live without thinking, that's balance isn't it?" after hearing himself JJ was stunned, the only reason why that came out of her mouth is that while reading along her couldn't stop shaking his head.

The woman nodded, "Let's circle back to that tomorrow JJ, I'll think about it after school, anyone else?"

No one seemed surprised, it wasn't the first time JJ had outsmarted the teachers, usually, you would always give him a perfect script, unluckily this time he had to improvise hoping for the best.

"Sorry," you whispered, "I didn't think she was gonna ask you that,"

"It's okay, I just- um- it's- it's fine,"

"Okay," you nodded.

He copied your action still a little puzzled, he decided to shrug it off, the bell rang making everyone sprint out of the building.

"What did the teacher said at the end? I didn't hear shit," he wrapped his arm over your shoulders.

"We have to write an essay on the chapter we read today," you opened your car and gave him the keys.

He groaned, "I hate writing essays, good thing I have you," he poked your nose.

"You'd be lost without me Maybank," you sat on the co-pilot seat.

"Says the one who can't even speak in class," he started the engine.

"Hey JJ! Se you at the chateau?!" John yelled.

"I can't, see you tomorrow?!"

"Sure," John got close to the vehicle to do their signature handshake, "By Y/N," he saluted you.

"Bye," you waved at him.

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"In conclusion..." JJ huffed, "I'm really fucking done with this and I wanna smoke,"

"JJ," you scolded him.

"Please help me," he whined.

"Use what you said today," you grabbed a package of oreo's, when the bag crunched open, he turned his head a little bit without taking the eyes off the computer, it was your thing, feeding each other if one of you was working.

"Yeah but," he spoke with his mouth full only to bother you, "I can't say the exact same thing, come on help me,"

You thought for a second, "How about you write how we're actually not blind because we all have different perspectives of the world, right?"

"Like, how are we supposed to not miss the world if we technically can't agree on one version of it, because we all have one of our own," he finished your train of thought.

"Yes, exactly!"

"Maybe, we are different worlds, like our brains are tiny little worlds,"

"Yes, use that,"

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"I mean, she's- she's cool," John tried to hide his obvious feelings for Sarah Cameron.

"Come on, just admit it man, you're pussy-whipped," JJ took the final sip of his beer.

"Said the biggest simp on the world," Pope let out getting killer looks from the other two.

"What did you just say?" JJ frowned.

"Uh- no- nothing, you want another beer?" he walked to the kitchen trying to change the subject.

"I'm not a simp," JJ shook his head.

Their silence spoke more that words could.

"You guys seriously don't think that, do you?"

They all denied in unison.

"Oh my god, you totally think I am," JJ scoffed offended.

"We don't, let's just talk about something else, okay?" John padded his back.

"Why would you guys think that? Come on, tell me,"

"Why wouldn't we?" Pope sat on the couch.

"Pope," John tried to stop him.

"What? He wants to know," he was definitely intoxicated, "Besides, it's way too obvious, it's his problem being dumb,"

JJ tried to argue but he couldn't deny that.

"I mean, how many times have you gotten laid in the last year?"

"I dunno, I couple of times maybe,"

"5, 5 times," John corrected him.

"That's on a whole year, I honestly don't know how you haven't gotten an STD in the past ones," Pope exaggerated, "And you know where you've been most nights? Crashing on Y/N's couch, you beraly hang out with us anymore, you're always following her like a lost puppy everywhere she goes, and don't get me wrong I'm not complaining, hell, she's even starting to rub off on you, I saw your face yesterday, you came up with that whole balance speech all on your own, why? Because you actually paid attention to class. Remember when she went to visit her mom on the Mainland? The only reason why you got out of bed in two days was to go pick her up from the port, you may not want to admit it, but deep down you know I'm right," he poked JJ's chest.

JJ froze, a bucket of ice-cold water had been thrown at him opening his eyes.

"All these good things that you're doing, although they make you a better person, a part of you hopes that if you are then maybe, just maybe she'll like you back because you wanna be the person she deserves, now, am I worried that if she's gone you'll go back to normal? No, because I do believe you will continue on the right path and that's great, but as we're speaking you're continuing to fall for her more every day,"

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"JJ!" you snapped your fingers in front of him interrupting his thikings, "Are you listening to me?"

"Uhhh," he closed his eyes, "No, not really, sorry,"

"Maybe we should leave, you're pretty drunk, come on," you grabbed his hand as you dragged him out of the party.

The blonde lazily got in your car. For the past few days, he's been questioning his whole self around you, and he slowly started to pick up on more small things he does for you, like whispering a few jokes here and there at parties to make you laugh and feel included in the conversation, or the way he would place his hand on your lower back every time he was walking by your side to make sure you're safe, the way he runs to you for even a paper cut just so he could get your attention, the way he knew your favorite songs by heart, whenever he bought 'sour patch kids' he would always separate the blue ones aside from the red because those are your favorites, the way he'd overused his cropped shirts knowing you'd compliment him, the way he would let you pop his back pimples no matter how gross he thought it was. And now, alcohol running through his veins, he realized he was blind, he's missed his feelings for the past year, and in just a few days, he's missed the moment diving deeper and deeper into his vast ocean of emotions.

He looked at you, he truly looked at you, he roamed your face studying its details, and for the first time in forever, he felt like he was seeing the most beautiful thing in the world.

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in another lifetime : part six - h.z / l.k

with the realisation that time is close to running out, you make the decision that's best knowing that it'll hurt those you love most. (3k)

masterlist / permanent taglist / etsy shop - requests open!

warnings: elements of tfatws series and the alienist, injuries, health problems and disjointed info from doctor strange kinda au, kinda sad in parts (this is all sort of an au so be mindful thank you!)

PART ONE / PART TWO / PART THREE / PART FOUR / PART FIVE / PART SIX / PART SEVEN

* just a little note from me - thank you for reading this little series, it's been a joy to write and there is going to be a final part after this, I tried fitting it all into 6 parts but i don't want to rush the ending :) *

New York, 1898

Exiting the institute, Laszlo was met by John panting heavily with sweat crossing his brow. "How, how is she?" John dares to ask, only to witness Laszlo shaking his head.

"They, they aren't sure how long she'll have left." Laszlo states, clenching his fist tightly around his cane, knowing if he were to let go, he'd fall to pieces.

John reaches out and rests his hand on Laszlo's shoulder. "I am truly sorry, Laszlo." John comments, feeling his heart sinking.

This wasn't how it should be. You and Laszlo were his child's godparents, the ones who they would look up to. There were still more investigations to be done with Sara, places for you to travel to around the world together. This, this isn't the end for you, John thinks, it can't be.

With the snow beginning to rise on the steps of the institute, Laszlo clears his throat and shrugs John's hand from himself. "I have work to do, John." He mutters, turning away from his dear friend. "Do you know if Sara is at her office?"

"I'm not sure, we haven't spoken much of late." John admits, catching Laszlo glancing down at the wedding ring on his hand, tieing his lifelong commitment to Violet and the marks of a child on his clothing.

"Very well." Laszlo nods, retreating back up the thick white steps.

Following Laszlo, John speaks up. "If there's anything I, we can do-"

"There's nothing." Snapping quickly, Laszlo can feel his breathing becoming rapid, his jaw tightening and teeth grinding together. "I, we're out of options, and time." His voice drops, sorrow filling his tone.

Remaining quiet, John passes his friend and opens the door for him, allowing Laszlo to walk in ahead. "Come," John eventually comments. "best be out of the cold."

Across the city, Cyrus answers a knock at your front door. "Miss Howard, how lovely to see you." Cyrus steps aside, allowing Sara in.

"Thank you, Cyrus. Is Y/n here?" She asks quietly, noticing the change in Cyrus' demeanour at the mention of your name.

Motioning through to the library ahead, Cyrus forces a small smile. "She's just in there, Miss Howard." Nodding in response, Sara steps forward, but Cyrus mutters her name. "I just ought to warn you," His voice remains hushed as Sarah turns back to face him. "she, well her condition is worsening with each day."

Trying to remain positive, Sara swallows the lump in her throat. "I understand." She answers and continues toward the library, though now feeling more anxious than a moment ago.

"Sara, is that you?" Sara hears you before seeing you.

As Sara turns the corner into the library, her heart drops toward the ground.

You're sitting in one of the plush ivy armchairs with a book on your lap. Yet, the bags beneath your eyes have darkened since Sara saw you last and without even realising it, your hands shake as you reach for the blanket draped over your shoulders.

Unsure what to say, Sara freezes in the doorway. Yet to her surprise, you scoff at her.

"Oh come off of it, Sara." You remark. "I'm dying did you hear? But don't worry, you won't catch it so come on in." Waving her over, your gentle laugh doesn't go amiss as your mind glosses over to your old life where death and dying were always a possibility if you left the compound.

Sitting down in the other armchair, usually reserved for Laszlo, Sara can't help but tense. "How are you fe-"

"Nope," You hold your hand up, stopping Sara mid-sentence. "I really don't want to have that conversation and tiptoe around everything, Sara." A heavy sigh leaves your lips as you look over to your friend, not able to avoid her trying to hold back a cry. "Anyway, did I ever tell you about my friends in the future?"

Wiping her eyes, Sara shakes her head. "Not fully," She starts. "but, but I'd love to hear more about them."

"Well, I guess I ought to tell you about Bucky first. God, where do I start on Bucky Barnes." You whistle and the book on your lap slips to the floor as you drift off into your memories with Sara listening intently by your side.

New York, 2025

Standing aside from the discussion between Strange, Bucky and Sam, Zemo cautiously watched.

"You're worried, aren't you?" Emilie peers from behind Zemo, moving to be alongside him.

Tensing, Zemo nods. "Are you not?" He retorts. "This is all so new and uncertain. I've learnt a lot about your people, about Y/n." Zemo says whilst Emilie rests her hands on her hips, noticing a slither of adoration in Zemo when he mentions your name.

"No, I have a feeling it'll work out in the end." Emilie states. "But you're worried about her, about Y/n coming back to this life." Daring to dig deeper into Zemo's mind, Emilie watches the internal battle play across his expression.

Moving further away from the trio, Zemo wanders outside to the open doors leading to a balcony. The crisp winter breeze was refreshing to the stuffy interior of the New York apartment.

Aware of Emilie by his side, Zemo allows his focus to blur. "Y/n, she saved my life you know." He chuckles, glancing to Emilie who nods, remembering their first interaction like it were yesterday.

"How can I forget?" She quips. "But it's more than just owing her a favour clearly."

"Yes," Zemo quietly admits, lowering his head toward the railings where his gloved fingers grip. "I'll never forget my wife, my leibling and the gift of a child she brought into the world. But I can also never forget the pain losing her brought into my life, something that I'll never be without." He explains, trying to remain composed.

"It's alright," Emilie mutters, resting her hand on his shoulder. "we all understand loss, Zemo." Looking behind her, Bucky has stepped away from the group and now leans just behind the doorframe. "Some more than others."

"But the truth is, I knew of the Avengers long before Sokovia. I, I've been watching, monitoring their team and that's when I first saw her." Zemo sighs, knowing the look of disgust that crossed your face when you first saw him compared to the disguised awe he had for you.

Now intrigued, Bucky resists the urge to edge closer and make his presence known. Though he's almost certain Zemo is already aware of someone, but who exactly he isn't sure.

"Her spirit reminded me of my wife when we were first together, so full of life and love. She had a fiery spirit likewise to Y/n, but my liebling lost that spirit and then I lost her." Zemo trails off, knowing he'll never be able to forget their last words before he left for work, only to return to a wasteland that he once called home.

"I'm sorry, Zemo." Emilie sympathies as best she can. "But this time, we won't lose Y/n, we'll find her."

Nodding, Zemo shrugs Emilie's hand from his shoulder and she retreats inside past Bucky. "It doesn't matter, I've already lost her to someone else."

Returning back home, it was still dark much to Lazlo's delight. He was welcomed by Stevie who held Laszlo in his entranceway longer than usual.

"Good to see you back, Sir." Stevie began, taking Laszlo's coat and scarf. "How's the weather out there? I've heard it's a nightmare!"

Humming, Laszlo notices the library door is ajar and a faint light illuminating through.

"Stevie, does my wife have company?" Laszlo asks quietly, noticing the instant change in Stevie's demeanour as the reply hovers from his parted lips.

Not waiting for an answer, Laszlo moves past the boy and toward the slit of light sneaking through the corridor and hovers beside it, listening to you conversing happily.

"-and I can't forget Zemo, god, he was a real piece of work." You scoff, causing Sara to chuckle under her breath.

"I take it you weren't close with him like the others?" She enquires, and you quickly shake your head.

Rolling your eyes, you think back to the brief interaction you two shared. "I, I saved him." You recall, remembering the fear in his eyes as you let the darkness take you, how he screamed your name with all his might.

Looking down, you notice goosebumps forming on your forearms.

"But, he, he deserved another chance at life. I, he lost his family, his home country and well," You trail off, uncertain where your sentence would end as you catch a shadow in the corner of your gaze. "he's in the past, or well future I suppose."

"I understand, Y/n." Sara clears her throat, catching sight of the shadow too and rises to her feet. "Thank you for the wonderful stories, I'll hopefully stop by soon if that's alright with you?"

"Oh, of course!" You smile tiredly, feeling the fog begin to cover your mind once more. "Good night, Sam." You mumble, only to see a flash of confusion cross Sara's face.

"Yes, good night Y/n." She forces a smile before leaving and nods to Laszlo, knowing he heard the mistake.

Picking up the book from the floor, you cough loudly. "You don't have to linger, Laszlo. It's rude to eavesdrop you know."

"I didn't intend to, my dear." Laszlo reasons as he walks in, the bags beneath his eyes darkening mirroring yours with each passing day and a frown becoming a more permanent feature, much to your dismay.

"There was something I wanted to talk to you about though," Taking the spot beside you, Laszlo's hand reaches for yours.

He notes how cold you feel immediately despite the blanket draped over you. Mentally he's been keeping note of your condition since the previous Doctor's visit and based on this, his heart can only sink further despite your encouraging bright smile.

"Laszlo," You tiredly sigh his name, gripping his hand tightly. "there's something I've not been entirely honest about, but before you get mad, allow me to explain at least?"

Unsure what could possibly be explained, Laszlo nods.

You take a quick glance toward the door, noting no shadows lingering thankfully and focus your attention back on your husband.

"Well, the night we shared our first kiss, I felt something in my body." You start, feeling Laszlo's fingers stroke over the back of your hand in comfort.

"And it wasn't just excitement, but it felt like power. The power I haven't felt in a very long time. It, it burnt me, coursed through my veins and I knew I would never leave here, that I'd stay here with you until our final days." Tears rise in your eyes at the thought of that day, the curse put on you turned into a gift, allowing you a second chance at life.

Lifting your hand, Lazslo runs his fingers over the scars on your forearms. He'd done the action countless times throughout the years you've spent together, but now you felt that power again. His eyes widen at the sight of a golden glow burn brightly beneath your skin and a swear to pass his lips.

"This, this cannot be." Laszlo mutters, looking up at you with amazement but a hint of fear too. "Y/n, I, I thought you couldn't-"

"I know," You admit. "but somehow, at that moment I could." A sad laugh falls from your lips as you look down at the glow, watching it spread to your palm and grow from your fingertips. "And I know I can do it again, I can create a portal and go back,"

Silence falls at your suggestion, but Laszlo's hand barely falters in yours.

"Not forever, Las," You reason, trying to search his gaze for any hesitancy. "just to help me get better. There's this place called Wakanda, their technology and understanding of science is so much more advance and then I'll come back, I promise."

Finishing your explanation you patiently wait for a response, but one doesn't seem to form from your other half beside you.

"Please say something, Laszlo." The whisper barely leaves you as it hangs before Laszlo, only for him to hum under his breath.

Laszlo eventually allows his shoulders to slump forward and his grip on your hand slips. "We made an agreement long ago, Y/n," Laszlo finally answers, now meeting your gaze. "don't make promises we cannot keep."

His hand falls back to his side as he exits the room, his walking stick slamming against the tiled flooring and silence encroaches on you once more with a heavy heart.

A single tear falls across your cheek and drops to your covered lap. You knew he wouldn't take the suggestion lightly, but his silence was always more painful than his response.

Moving from your seat despite the persistent drumming in your temples, you walk over to the small desk and open the drawer for some paper and ink.

"I know you're here somewhere," You mumble to yourself, fumbling around for the pot of ink refusing to show itself.

Yet, your fingertips land on something and you pause before dragging in forward toward the front of the drawer.

Shock takes over you momentarily as your eyes bore into the item, having long forgotten you kept it after all this time. "And here I thought I lost you," A chuckle sounds as you pick up your old phone, coated in a thick layer of dust. "I wonder if Starks tech lives up to the expectation of a long battery life, huh old friend?"

Much to your own surprise, the phone switches on revealing your lock screen.

Dropping the phone onto the desk, you muffle your sob with both hands covering your mouth.

It was of you and Bucky playing around with the shield before everything happened. You looked so happy, so young, so naive. And there was Bucky, still plagued by nightmares, but he too found a slither of hope in the Avengers, in your friendship.

Daring to delve further, you unlock the phone and open your camera roll.

Memories of everything flash to mind, but it's the most recent photo that draws your attention the most.

* Flashback - New York, 1896 *

"You useless thing!" You groan loudly at your phone, hitting the side as if it were to magically create a signal. "Yeah Tony, if only you could see your tech now, huh?" A mutter passes you as you look up to the ceiling momentarily.

John had guided you cautiously into Laszlo's office, still looking at you with a mixture of curiosity and fear. Then again, you would too wearing jeans and leather surrounded by petticoats and corsets.

"-I understand that it isn't an ordinary occurrence, but we can't simply abandon," Laszlo opens the door to his office and walks past you with John in tow, oblivious to your presence. "oh." He pauses, now taking notice of you standing uncomfortably by the window.

"Sorry," You wave nervously. "I can go wait outside if you two wanna talk about things, or I can just go and yeah," Your sentence trails off as Laszlo's eyes wander over you intently.

"There's no need, truly." Laszlo speaks up, ignoring the raised brow from John. "Please, make yourself comfortable Miss." He motions to the plush armchair whilst he remains standing beside John.

Taking a seat you can't help but sigh, elevating the heavyweight from your feet and briefly close your eyes.

"Do you even have a plan, Laszlo?" John lowers his tone.

Yet, John notices something he hasn't seen in a long time from his friend; a slight smile forming on his lips when he looks at you, curled up on an armchair.

"I will eventually." Laszlo quietly states, patting John's arm lightly. "Now, let's allow her some rest, she clearly needs it."

Listening to the receding footsteps you quickly lift your phone up, catching a photo of Laszlo just before he walks out of the room; still amazed at his resemblance to Zemo.

The Doctor senses your movement and glances back, seeing you holding something with a half-smile before lowering it back onto your lap. "Get some rest, Miss." Laszlo calls out, glad to see you nod and drift off.

Curling into yourself, your phone remains a distant thought now.

"Y/n?" Laszlo's hand rests on your knee, bringing you out from your own past as you try to focus on him in front of you. "My liebling, come, let's go to bed." He tries his best to help you to your feet with his good arm, but both of you falter many times before exiting the library.

"I'm sorry, Laszlo." You whisper once you reach your bedroom, the candles close to running out of wax creating a dull glow throughout the room. "I don't want to give up hope."

"Neither do I." Laszlo replies, blowing out the candles one by one until a single candle is left lit by your bedside.

Climbing into the sheets next to you, Laszlo embraces you in his arms. His breath fans across your ear as he kisses your neck lovingly, moving across to your cheek and finally your lips.

"I love you, Y/n. Whatever happens, just remember that, yes?" Laszlo mutters between chaste kisses, only for you to lift your hand up and pull him closer.

"Yes." You tell him before turning and blowing the candle out, allowing you both maybe one last night together.

PART SEVEN (THE ENDING)

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Family Attacked

Part 6

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People came on our land and destroyed the fence for no reason just because they felt like it. John got mad and said me, him and kayce were done with summer camp. Bree and Tate have school now with Monica and kayce was changed to livestock commissioner meaning he had to work full time. Now my time is spent on the Dutton ranch with the Cowboys of the Bunkhouse. I'm saddling up my horse while Rip enters the barn. "You know y/n. I think this is the first in a long time or let's say ever, that you haven't had little B or Kayce hangin around ya" he chuckled at the end. I smiled at him as he helps me lead my horse out. "I believe you're right Rip. Oh and congrats on getting engaged to Beth." He grinned before the cowboys came out heading to rangle in cattle. Rip got on his horse pointing a finger to the distance "I'd say come with us, but I think the boss wants to speak with ya." with that he races to meet the others. I turned around walking my horse over to John. Kayce and I had told him we planned to have the wedding in 2 days - of course that's if this family can manage a day off for our wedding and Beth's. John cleared his throat tipping his hat up a little and I do the same since he's taller than me, I'm wearing a gray tea shirt under a dark green flannel with torn dark blue jeans and brown boots. "Y/n, I've got a business meeting with a bunch of politicians...but I thought we'd take a drive together." I gasped stunned that he'd want to do that. Sure I live on his ranch yet we hadn't really talked to one another. Bree talks about him nonstop. "Sure, mr. Dutton." He nods letting me put my horse up in the barn before we climbed in the truck. The meeting didn't go well because jamie isn't on our side anymore so John scored me and beth out. Beth went to her office to clear out her things and the two of us drove home. I look out the window fiddling with my ring on my hand and a rope necklace that bree made. John notes "Y/n, I need to tell you something-" he trails off and I hummed telling him to continue "there's one constant thing in life. You build something worth having, someone's gonna try and take it." I nodded kinda understanding what he's saying. "What I'm saying is Bree is this families legacy with Tate. The ranch is our home...people want to take it. So with you marrying kayce you're joining that fight. Are you up for that?" Resting my back against the passenger chair I replied. "Sure Mr. Dutton-" he cuts in. "John - call me John y/n." I asked a little scared "are you sure?". John glances my way before watching the road again. "You're joining this family. The easiest thing you can do is call me John instead of Mr. Dutton." I nod my head aiming a finger towards a car pulled on the side of the road.

"John look!" He pulls over getting out first with me behind him in toe. My phone rings and I answered it "yeah kayce I'll be home in a few minutes." quickly hanging up to hear the lady ask for help. John finds the spare tire, asking her young boy "you wanna learn a life skill?" The boy quizzes "What's a life skill?" I bend down on a knee taking the tools from John to answer the boy. "It's something that helps you grow in life." An hour later the woman asks us both as we're about to be finished changing the tire. "What do I owe you two, I don't have anything really.." John tells her. "This is how people are out here. They help each other." I chime in as my phone rings again and I read the caller ID as kayce. "You don't owe us anything ma'am." Getting up off the ground I walked a few feet away from the others to listen to kayce explain the job he was offered to me and Monica.

"Wait a politician. That's the thing you said you didn't want to be" I told him through the phone. He sighs having Monica say the same thing basically about lying to her. He's never lied to me about anything so this causes a fight between him and Monica. Something hurts through the door on the other end and then I hear a loud thud like a desk being tipped over and gunshots. Monica's screaming in terror meets my ears before I lose signal "kayce - kayce - y/n. What's happening-"

I gasped terrified for kayce. I heard the gunshots and knew he used to be a navy seal but still he could get killed. A van pulls up beside the broken down car where the lady is watching her son. John gets off the ground hollering out. "Thanks for stopping but we've got it covered!" I ran over to his side, a little concerned. "Uh - John...kayce's-" I'm cut off by the driver in the truck. "Are you two John Dutton and Y/n L/n?" John answered "yes, why?". The Van's backdoor opened and someone with a gun starts firing at us. John is shot at a lot and I ran trying to warn the mother and her son but I'm shot in the leg and near my heart. I collapse to the dirt seeing the two get shot anyway. I moaned in pain passing out, letting my phone slip in the grass from my hands. "John!"

10 years ago.

I'm laying on the couch with Beth at my side with some hot chocolate. John enters the room making me groan sitting up "So are you ok?" He asks sitting down with my feet in his lap. Tears started coming down my face and Beth looked to her father with concern. "I'm pregnant - Mr. Dutton...Kayce's the father. My parents will be furious"

John sighed taking my shacky hands in his calm ones reassuring me. "Y/n no they won't. I'll talk with them...if worst comes to worst you can live here."

Beth gasped along with me."You're serious?" He nods giving me kind smile.

That day I learned that John Dutton was a true family man. Yes, the bad things he did effected his family but he treated me like family.

He took me in even though my parents said I could live with them still.

He taught me how to run a ranch.

How to be a cowgirl and I admire that about him.

4 years ago.

Bree is climbing the fence watching Rip ride a horse for a long time. Her baby voice is still there since she's only 6 years old."Mamaw, why he do that?"

I pushed my hair to the side saying "He's breaking in the horse. Making him not be wild anymore."

She nods still slightly confused. I heard footsteps making me stop leaning on my elbows on the fence to see Beth. She's in a blue dress with black shoes hair pulled back with a pin. She hadn't been around here in 5 years. Jamie was busy and messing things up while Lee was off learning the ropes of how to run the ranch from John.

"Y/n, she's beautiful just like her mom. I thought my daddy would be putt'n you to work." She exclaimed hugging me. I hugged her back "thanks beth and no he said I get some time off."

Beth tilts her head to the side. "You're too good for this family y/n. We're all messed up in different ways". Beth came off as a jackass to everyone even her own family. But not me or bree.

1 month ago

"No Tate!"

I shot up from my sleep to hear bree screaming and kicking in her sleep. Throwing on a robe I raced to her side of the bed, shacking her awake. She bolts awake terrified.

"Mamaw - where's Tate?"

I tried to settle her down but she got out of the bed rushing to Kayce and Monica's room. I chased after her only to bump into someone's chest. My feet stumble but strong arms go around my waist to steady me."Kayce - Bree's um!"

He looks to me then to their bed. Tate has his arms around his half sister and she does the same to him. The two fall back to sleep holding the other for comfort and protection. Monica whispered to us "He cried out her name too."

Kayce and I exchanged glances not truly ever knowing what they went through together. Monica gets out of his bed, heading to her son's room. "They're protecting each other like.." Kayce finished my sentence pulling me down beside him in the bed "family" together we watched the two kids actually sleep peacefully which made us fall asleep the same way.

Someone's voice calls out to me, lightly shacking me. "Y/n - please wake up - Y/n darlin!" My eyes barely opened to see a blurry John sit beside me, holding up his broken phone. "J - Joh - John - what - ah!" I winced coughing up something dry. He shooed me "stay still. You're badly injured. Worse than me it looks like." I squint because of the sun seeing he's got multiple bullets shot to his chest. I looked at myself to see blood near my heart and my left leg, one in my hip too. My phone wasn't broken thankfully because John stated out of breath and looked to be almost passed out again.

"Don't worry I'm trying to get help. Kayce will be so angry I got you hurt...but don't worry Bree is with Tate and Monica - safe." I leaned my back against his a little bit, asking slightly confused with a throbbing headache.

"That's great Mr. Dutton. I mean John but - whose Kayce?" John gasped sharply looking me dead in the face.

"Y/n don't tell me you've forgotten the father of your child - you're lover and fiance" I shook my head yes slowly when pain took over. "But I don't recognize that name, sir." John cursed moaning and groaning in pain and shock. "God damm it!"

The only question on my mind was who the heck is - who is Kayce?

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little-smartass · 3 years

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THE VAMPIRE LESTAT COVER ALBUM - the legendary Vampire Lestat is back and bigger and badder than ever, this time bringing a whole album of song covers ranging from classic bangers to newer fresh takes on chart hits! get your copy now, complete with a transcript of the artist's commentary on each song!

(songs I think Lestat would cover and release as an album in an attempt to re-kickstart his career and/or make some sort of dramatic statement to Louis. tracklist and "artist commentary" under the cut)

Survival - Muse

“And I’ll reveal my strength, to the whole human race, yes I am prepared, to stay alive, and I won’t forgive, and vengeance is mine, and I won’t give in, because I choose to thrive! Yeah I’m gonna win!”

Oh, I wish this song had been around back on that opening night at the Cow Palace - how apt that would have been! What a fucking anthem! They would have been rioting all night. I mean, they already were, but, like, because of the music. Not because vampires were being immolated in the middle of the crowd. Different kind of riot.

The Bitch Is Back - Elton John

“I’m a bitch, I’m a bitch, oh the bitch is back, stone cold sober as a matter of fact, I can bitch, I can bitch, ‘cause I’m better than you, it’s the way that I move, the things that I do!”

One day I want to have this play as I walk into Night Island. I’ll time it perfectly so that I throw off my coat - my denim jacket, or- oh, no, a fur! Maximum drama! - just as the chorus starts. Armand will know that I’m coming of course, but I think that’ll just make it even better. And I have good memories to this song... [muffled question] Sorry, gentlemen don’t kiss and tell, bébé. [laughter]

Everybody Loves Me - OneRepublic

"Oh my, feels just like I don’t try, look so good I might die, all I know is everybody loves me, head down, swaying to my own sound, flashes in my face now, all I know is everybody loves me”

Look, do I even need to explain this one? Didn’t think so.

Bad Reputation - Joan Jett

"I don't give a damn ‘bout my reputation, I've never been afraid of any deviation, and I don't really care if you think I'm strange, I ain't gonna change - and I'm never gonna care bout my bad reputation"

This one's fairly self-explanatory again. It could have been my personal anthem when I was mortal quite honestly. And it's an awful lot of fun to jump about and headbang to, don't you think? That's a new thing I've found out about, headbanging. People have been hopping about to music looking like fools for centuries but now there's a name for it. Fantastic.

bad guy - Billie Eilish

"I’m that bad type, make your mama sad time, make your girlfriend mad type, might seduce your dad time… I’m the bad guy. Duh.”

Creepy? Check. Sexy? Check. Tongue-in-cheek? Check check. This song was great and a lot of fun to cover.

Lover to Lover - Florence + the Machine

“I believe there’s no salvation for me now, no space among the clouds, and I feel I’m heading down, but that’s alright, that’s alright, that’s alright”

I don’t know, this one just felt very relevant. Also the piano was great to do. You might have noticed that I’ve picked a lot of songs with piano, and that’s because I bullied the studio into getting me a goooooorgeous grand piano for the recording space and I wanted to use it as much as possible!

Feeling Good - Muse

“Stars when you shine, you know how I feel, scent of the pine, you know how I feel, oh freedom is mine, and I know how I feel”

I just really like this song - I’ve done a cover of an excellent cover! Can- can you put emojis in this? Do people still use emojis? Well imagine I’ve put the shrug one. Wait, isn’t there- Daniel, Daniel, come here, isn’t there a shrug emoji made up of keyboard- [muffled words] yes! The shrug one! Yes, put that in the transcription. [ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ] I just like this song.

The Man - The Killers

“I got gas in the tank, I got money in the bank, I got news for you baby, you're looking at the man, I got skin in the game, I got a household name, I got news for you baby, you're looking at the man”

I feel like this one speaks for itself too. Can you put that shrug emoji thing in here again? [ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ] Yes!

J'ai Pas Envie - MIKA

J'ai pas envie, de faire comme si, comme les maris, qui disent oui, j'ai pas envie, j'ai pas envie, j'ai pas envie d'te faire plaisir, j'ai pas envie, j'ai pas envie, si tu m'aimes viens me le dire"

Look, I'm not going to translate the whole song for you, because it has all this clever wordplay you just totally lose in english… but the gist of it is that these two lovers are… at odds a lot. It's… it's maybe a little spiteful [laughter] but in a fun way! It's a fun song! Louis won't even be mad about it, it's MIKA.

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen

"When I'm not with you, think of you always (I miss those long hot summer nights), when I'm not with you, think of me always, always"

[Long pause] God, I miss Freddie.

Let 'Em Talk - Kesha

Ah, full disclosure - I put this song in purely because of the expression Louis made when I played it in the car and it got to the line “can suck my dick” and she did that popping noise… it was incredible, and I just knew I had to cover it so I could see his expression when I said that. I can’t wait to play it to him. [laughter]

So What - P!nk

"So so what, I'm still a rockstar, I got my rock moves, and I don't need you, and guess what? I'm having more fun, and now that we're done, I'm gonna show you tonight, I'm alright, I'm just fine, (and you're a tool, so)"

I'm actually a big fan of nineties and noughties female stars - all that grrrrrrrl power, it's great fun, you know? I'd say this one is fairly self-explanatory, because I am still a rockstar! This is my new album! Fuck you EMP and your sniffy little article calling me "washed up"!

Little Lion Man - Mumford & Sons

"But it was not your fault but mine, and it was your heart on the line, I really fucked it up this time, didn't I my dear?"

This one could be self-deprecating, but it's also very vindictively angry at the same time, and that's a combination I definitely get. Like, oh, it's my fault, isn't it? It's my fucking fault again, what a surprise. Perhaps "learn from your mother or you'll spend your days biting your own neck" is a little on the nose… [muffled words] you've read my books, right? [muffled words] Good, good.

Missy - The Airbourne Toxic Event

"But I swear there's still some good in me, I think if you'd stuck around you'd see, all the botched attempts at integrity I once had"

Oh, I was feeling philosophical when I picked this one. No, philosophical isn't the right word… melancholy? Do people still use that word? "I swear I swear I swear I'll never get sad" is both furiously defiant and yet so self-defeatingly ironic. [Exasperated noise] Enough of that. Next!

Please Don't Leave Me - P!nk

"I don't know if I can yell any louder, how many times have I kicked you out of here, or said something insulting? I can be so mean when I wanna be, I am capable of nearly anything, when my heart is broken… (please, please don't leave me)"

Oh, we’re… we’re getting to this section now. [clearing throat] Well, I have to make up for that sucking dick line, don’t I? Get a bit vulnerable. Oh God, why did I decide to do this bit? [muffled words] [bad chicago accent] But why buy the cow? Because you love him, you really do. [sigh, laughter]

Next To Me - Imagine Dragons

"Oh, I always let you down, shattered on the ground, still I find you there, next to me, and oh, the stupid things I do, I'm far from good it's true, still I find you, next to me"

Why did I- I don’t remember putting so many of these ones in.

Run To You - Pentatonix

"I've been settling scores, I've been fighting so long, but I've lost your war, and our kingdom is gone... how shall I win back your heart which was mine? I have broken bones and tattered clothes, I've run out of time"

[Sigh] [clears throat] Yeah. I think we can move onto the next one.

Love of My Life - Queen

“Love of my life, don't leave me, you've stolen my love, you now desert me, love of my life, can't you see? Bring it back, bring it back, don't take it away from me, because you don't know, what it means to me”

I play this one sometimes on my baby grand when we've had a fight, and it's impossible for him to stay angry. He's a sucker for this sort of… formality in romance. God, I wish I'd realised that earlier. If I'd written him a letter in fancy copperplate script with scented paper and enclosed rose petals politely requesting him to bend me over his desk back in the day, it might not have taken two centuries of mutual blue balls for us to figure our shit out. Ah well, live and learn… as it were. [muffled words] Look, I did a whole bunch of vulnerable songs! Now I get to make sex jokes! [laughter] oh fuck off.

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