#Do Wha Yuh Want

[curryvillain]

Break The Rules And "Do Wha Yuh Want" Like Skinny Fabulous, Mr. Killa, And Asa Bantan

It may be Thursday, but it’s never too early to throw a party. We’re feeling the Soca mood right now, and we have a track that will put you in that same mood. The Vincy General Skinny Fabulous is here with a new single called, “Do Wha Yuh Want“. Produced by DJ Avalanche, Skinny Fabulous teams up with Grenada’s Mr. Killa and Dominica’s Asa Bantan for “Do Wha Yuh Want”. It’s all about turning your…

[scribblesofagoonerr]

— Separate III | © scribblesofagoonerr

pairings: leah williamson x reader!buddy x reader!monkey

summary: buddy finds it difficult to express her emotions.

thank you @alotofpockets for putting up with me firing ideas at you as usual, hehe

also, i'm ill right now so if this sucks then i'm sorry!

“Put the red block on top of the ‘ellow one!” Your little voice demands, pointing your index to the red lego block that sat on the floor abandoned.

“This one?” Monkey asks, picking up the said block in her hand to which you nod, “You want it on top of the yellow one?” She checks for your agreement.

“Uh huh! We gon’ make a big big tower!” You tell her, motioning the tallness of it with your tiny hands, “Huge!”

“Oh yeah? Why not a castle instead?” Monkey questions, curiously as she pieces the red block on top of the yellow like you had told her.

“No, big tower!” You insist, scowling at the older girl like you’d watched Leah do a lot when Monkey is in trouble with her, “No castle, Monkey!” You add.

“Alright, alright, got it,” Monkey grins, holding her hands up in surrender, “No castle, we’ll build a tower… Although technically, they’re sort of the same thing,” 

“No!” You exclaim in protest, no doubt alerting Leah from where she is in the kitchen to the commotion in the living room.

“Now the blue one– Not that one!” You continue to demand, doing your best to perfect the glare while resting your hands on your hips sassily.

Leah will be proud of you for that.

“Right, okay, that one,” Monkey murmurs, rolling her eyes at your newfound bossiness, “Geesh, when did you get so demanding, huh?” She attempts to joke.

“That blue one, Monkey!” You repeat loudly.

“Are you two playing nicely in here?” Leah teases, entering the living room after hearing the commotion between the two of you and watches in amusement as your stubbornness comes out in full swing.

You truly are her mini me.

“Mummy! Monkey’s building the tower wrong!” You snitch on your favourite person straight away as your bottom lip wobbles, “Tell her off, Mummy!” You demand.

“Wha? I didn’t do anything!” Monkey defends herself, “I simply just suggested the idea that we could build a castle instead, which would be so much cooler!”

“Nuh uh!” You state in protest.

“Yuh huh!” Monkey argues back.

“Nuh uh!” You repeat, louder and going for the ulterior motive of getting what you want, standing in front of Leah and lifting her arms up for her to pick you up, “Mummy, Monkey’s being mean to me!”

“No I am not!” Monkey shouts in protest, flailing her arms in the air, “Le, your daughters’ the one being bossy!”

Leah can’t help but laugh slightly and shake her head, “Okay, okay, that’s enough,” She breaks up the squabble between you both as she lifts you up into her arms, “If you two can’t play nicely together then I think it’s time we put it away, hm?”

“That’s not fair,” Monkey is the first to protest the idea, slumping her shoulders from where she sat on the floor, “I’m just sayin’ towers are boring and castles are more adventurous!”

“Put it away, Monkey,” Leah tells her with a pointed look, “And then afterwards, I need your help to lay the table,” She adds.

“Why? I wasn’t even that mean!” Monkey exclaims in disagreement.

“I’m not asking for that reason,” The blonde tells your favourite person, “Dinner will be ready soon, so just come and do it please,”

“Not like I have a choice in the matter,” The girl murmurs before she huffs and begrudgingly puts the lego away like she’s been told to do.

“Come on Buddy,” Leah encourages, her voice gentle but still trying to remain firm with you, “You need to eat your dinner,”

“Nuh uh,” You protest against the idea, providing another battle for the blonde to deal with much to her detest, “Don’ wanna!” You add, crossing your arms stubbornly.

Sitting at the dinner table, you find yourself being unusually fussy about your food, but that’s just because now you are starting to miss Jordan again.

You wish that she is here as well with you, not at her home instead.

Leah furrows her eyebrows, “Why not?”

You exhale a loud sigh in response, “Ou’ don’ understand!” You state, pouting at the plate in front of you.

“What don’t I understand?” Leah’s certainly frazzled by your unusual fussiness during dinner, “You need to eat your vegetables to grow up big and strong, remember?” She continues to try and encourage you to eat them.

“No, I don’ like them!” You insist, moving to push the plate away from you, “No hungry!” You add, dramatically.

Monkey snorts across the table from you, “Well this is new,” She remarks, amused with your current antics, “Can you really blame her for not wanting to eat vegetables? They’re gross,” She asks.

“Really? You’re not helping here!” Leah gives her a look across the table before continuing to try and encourage you to eat your dinner in front of you, “Come on sweetheart, I need you to try and eat a little bit or you’ll be hungry later on, won’t you?”

“No!” You shout in further protest.

“Hey, no, we don’t shout at Mummy like that, little miss,” Leah scolds you for your outburst, “Can you tell Mummy why you don’t want to eat the rest of your dinner?”

“Don’ wanna eat it and 'ou not listen to me, Mummy!” You cry out, wanting nothing more than to abandon the rest of your dinner in front of you, “It yucky!” You add, scrunching your face up at the sight of them.

“Damn, you are being stubborn tonight,” Monkey murmurs in a low voice as she catches the pointed look Leah gives her again, “Alright, got it. I’ll shut up… But you know, your eating habits are just as bad sometimes. You’ve only got yourself to blame there,” She tells Leah.

“Monkey!” Leah warns, her voice sharp.

“Come on, I’m only messing here,” Monkey states, holding her hands up in mock surrender as she has an idea, “Hey, Buddy! How about you eat the yucky vegetables and then we can have chocolate cake for pudding. Sounds good?” She bargains with you.

Your eyes light up at the thought of cake, “Yeah!”

With the thought of cake in your head, you begin to start picking at the vegetables on your plate as you know you will soon be rewarded with cake afterwards.

“Unbelievable,” Leah clicks her tongue in disagreement.

“See? Works like a charm! Be happy that she's eating now,” Monkey smugly looks at Leah proud of herself, “But uh, do we have any chocolate cake? Cos’ I promised it to her now and I can’t break a promise!”

Unfortunately for Leah, this is only the first of many battles that she will have with you tonight.

© scribblesofagoonerr

[gay-dorito-dust]

Bruce(secretly jealous because that is his father figure): Alfred seems to favor you

Isekai Reader: *not going feral and a complete menace for once and is behave* Oh you see I was out grocery shopping with Jay

Bruce: stay away from my son

Isekai reader: lemme finish!

Bruce: ....

Isekai Reader: Jeez, so as I was saying i went out to help grocery shopping and Jay went to buy something

Isekai Reader: I found an interesting vintage shop and head inside to explore and I saw a fine china tea set

Isekai reader: and I was like "oh hey mr. Alfred has a cabinet of them let's buy it"

Isekai reader: who would've thought that was a piece he was looking

Bruce: that's it?

Isekai Reader: yuh

Bruce, on the phone texting Tim: make some orders of vintage tea sets-

Isekai! Reader/you: you’re just jealous that your dad figure is now my dad figure.

Bruce: I don’t do siblings.

Isekai!reader/you: me neither and besides it’d me weird to date your son in that sense.

Bruce: keep my son’s name out of your mouth.

Isekai! Reader/you: keep threatening me all you want I’m still gonna hit either way.

Bruce: …

Isekai!reader/you; so anyways I got Alfred that tea set he needed, but then I also noticed that this shop had these ivory cutlery set and it was a little high in prince but I knew that Alfred admired some finely made cutlery as the next guy. So..

Bruce: so?

Isekai! Reader/you: I stole your card and bought it with it :)

Bruce: YOU WHA- *bruce exe stopped working* then technically I bought it then. *suddenly smug*

Isekai! Reader/ you: …Bruce I’m broke, I’ve got no money, no home, no food to put in my mouth. The first time you saw me I was beating the joker into unconsciousness…

Bruce:…fair enough keep the card.

Isekai!reader/you: bad decision really.

Bruce: I’m rich.

Isekai!reader/you: I know��does that mean I can use it to date your son-

Bruce: don’t push it.

[ushys]

⸻ spider-verse characters reacting to your jealousy

characters: miles, earth-42 miles, miguel, hobie

a/n: i was thinking of making it a story but i thought you making it into little sections with different characters would be better.

cw: fluff, cussing, jealousy, a small mention of killing, gn! reader, that’s it :p

MILES MORALES: he’s kind of oblivious to that kind of thing, which makes it even worse for you. so, when you see him talking to someone who is obviously into him, you’re mad. you’re mad because they’re trying to hit on him and he laughs it off, not knowing their true intentions. it made your blood boil. they would touch his shoulder, laugh a little too hard at his jokes, all that. you walked away and miles noticed this. he said his goodbyes to the other person and chased after you.

“is everything okay babe?” he questioned, brows furrowed as he was confused. “everything’s fine, go talk to your other bae.” you said rolling your eyes and speeding up. “wha? babe what are you talking about- oh. are you jealous?” you stopped and turned to look at him. then you quickly turned around again and said “no.” yup, you were jealous.

“my love, there’s no need to be jealous. they’re just a friend and i would never leave you for them. i don’t even see them like that! i’m sorry for for making you feel this way, i just don’t know what’s wrong and right and i didn’t think they were doing anything weird.” now you felt guilty. “i’m sorry, you didn’t know and i just overreacted.” you later took him to your room and started talking about different ways people hit on others. he made sure to take notes to not upset you ever again.

EARTH 42 MILES: you were on a date with your boyfriend, walking around and looking at different displays that different shops were showing when suddenly, a stranger goes up to him and compliments him. “wow! your jacket is so cute. where did you get it from?” she giggled as she started touching his arm. miles was obviously uncomfortable and shot you a quick glance, watching as your expression went from a content smile to a rude glare towards the girl.

“my bae got it for me.” he replied as he puts his arm around you, holding you close. they quickly change expressions, now having a hurt look on their face. “oh..! haha, i didnt see her there. they’re your s/o..?” they said as he replied instantly. “yeah that’s what i said. why? do you have a problem with that?” “no. whatever. the jacket was ugly anyway.” they said walking past you, purposely bumping into you.

you were about to turn around and confront them but miles stopped you from doing so. “baby, they’re not worth it” he said planting a kiss on your head. “you were jealous weren’t you though?” he smirked as your eyes widen. “nuh uh” “yuh huh” “nuh uh” “it’s okay baby, you’re the only one for me.” he said, making your face warm. “i could never be jealous of them, they’re the one who was jealous. i hate how good looking you are, having to keep going through that” you pouted. “you’re good looking too, you’re ethereal, you get hit on too.” he said, sarcastically rolling his eyes. “but there’s a difference, i talk bad about them, you plan on killing them.” he laughs and shrugs. “oops?”

MIGUEL O’HARA: he would take good care of you, occasionally. his work has been a huge problem between your relationship, you guys could barely hang out a lot. so, to get closer, you decided to join the spider-verse team with him. as his assistant. you were happy he let you be his assistant, even though you practically had to beg him to let you because according to him, “it’s too dangerous” “”you could get hurt” “too much stress”. it’s a good thing that he wanted you to be safe but shouldn’t he let you do what you wanted?

well anyway, as his assistant, your job was to make sure everyone knows what they’re supposed to be doing and helping new members who are joining the spider group feel more comfortable in this new area. so when a new spider-woman joined the team, you knew what you had to do.

“and this is where miguel usually is at! miguel! come down and greet our new member!” you yelled out calling for him. “it’s best if you don’t bother him when you see him doing work, he can get a little.. harsh.” you say as he makes his way towards you. you look at the spider-woman who seems to be biting her lip and smirking. ‘is she okay?’ you thought to yourself as you looked at her and miguel. “welcome, y/n make sure she’s gotten a full tour of the entire building and understands what her job here is.” “oh, but is it okay if you were to help me instead? she’s not that good at explaining things” the woman lied, obviously just trying to get miguel’s attention.

miguel can sense your jealousy as he knew that the woman was trying to hard. he grabbed the woman’s hand, guiding her to another part of the building while he left you there, standing alone, in shock. ‘what?’

after a while, he came back and saw you sitting in your chair next to where he would usually do work at. he walked up to you and questioned you. “is everything all right mi amor?” you ignored him. “amor?” nothing. “silent treatment huh. why is that?” nothing again. “are you okay?” “yeah i’m fine go talk to your other bitch though. ask her if she’s doing fine.” you said, not looking at him and continuing whatever work you were doing. “you were jealous weren’t you.” “no.” “it’s okay mi amor, you don’t have to worry about a thing.” “and why is that” you questioned. “i sent her back to her dimension. she’s never coming back any time soon.”

HOBIE: “babe?” you called out wondering where hobie was. you’ve asked multiple spider-people wondering where he was but they had no idea. until gwen came up to you. “oh hey gwen what’s up? have you seen hobie?” you asked. “oh yeah, i have. that’s what i wanted to tell you. i know where he’s at.” “you do?! oh thank god, i thought he might’ve gone on a mission somewhere and could’ve gotten hurt. so, where is he” you asked, raising an eyebrow. “don’t get mad, because i don’t know much about it, but i’ve seen him walking with someone and i have no clue who they are. i think they’re new. i’ve seen them go into the lunchroom right now. they’re probably still there” someone new huh? that’s weird.

“thank you gwen, i appreciate it.” you hug her as you start walking away. you head to the lunchroom and suddenly you caught eye of hobie with the other person. “who is that?” you whispered. you then saw them getting real touchy with hobie. ‘what the hell are they doing?’ you furrowed your eyebrows, a disgusted look planted on your face. you can see hobie slightly trying to dodge their touches. you let out a small smirk. so, they don’t get the hint that he doesn’t want them.

you started walking up to him and you suddenly appeared next to him. “hello my love.” you planted a small kiss on his cheek, making sure the girl noticed. “hey baby. where have you been?” hobie asked, turning to look at you and putting his arm around your waist. “that’s what i should be asking you, who is this?” you say pointing at the new person, who was clearly furious. they closed her eyes and smiled. “oh! i’m alex! and you are?” they asked, a vein appearing on their forehead. “they’re my s/o.” hobie replied for you. alex slowly opened their eyes and gave you both a blank stare. “oh is that so? sorry to bother you, i’ll be on my way.” they said walking away, not wanting to face the both of you.

“jealous huh?” he said as he smirked at you. “no.” you lied, not wanting to admit it. you were embarrassed. “yeah you were. thank you for saving me. they were making me uncomfortable” he said in a sarcastic tone, even thought what he said was true. “i don’t want anyone taking away what’s mine” you said looking away. “don’t worry, that’s never happening.” he said giving you a kiss on top of your head.

girls next fr 🙈

[koffeesfancy]

1. “that was good work” | Koffee x Reader

Summary: One day, Mikayla disrupts her private chef. Could it be the beginning of something great?

Rating: PG

Genre: Romance, fluff

Word Count: 1068

A/N: So I’m doing Fictober! I’ll be challenging myself to publish daily this month which I believe will heal the overly critical relationship I’ve had with my writing the past few months. I suspect it will feel good to just write more and worry less about reception and perfection. Most of what I write will be short blurbs like headcanons and drabbles. Feedback is always appreciated! If anyone wants to be added to my taglist, the link is in the pinned post on my page.

Taglist: @lyfeofbilly @prettymrswright @onyxstones-world

You had your routine down to a science. Show up once a week, put on your headphones, and get to work. You’d been cooking for Mikayla for a few months now, but it never felt like a job. She was always somewhere in the house, but you never saw her. It suited you just fine—no awkward conversations, just the rhythm of your favorite tunes as you chopped, sautéed, and cleaned.

Today was no different. You had already started on her meal prep, humming along to your playlist. The sizzle of vegetables filled the air, and you twirled a wooden spoon in your hand, feeling completely in your element.

Then, out of nowhere, someone cleared their throat. You froze, heart skipping a beat, and pulled out one of your earbuds. Standing in front of you, wearing an oversized hoodie and track pants, was Mikayla.

"Mi nuh mean fi startle yuh," she said, her voice lilting in that vaguely familiar honey-like voice, the one you’d only ever heard through walls or faintly from another room.

You fumbled with the spoon, almost dropping it in the pan. "No, no! It’s fine. I just—uh—I didn’t hear you come in."

Mikayla laughed softly, the sound warm and easy. "Doh mind me. Mi always see yuh vibe." She made a little dance move, mimicking how you must’ve looked swaying to the music. Your face heated up immediately.

"Uh, yeah… I, um, like to get in the groove while I work."

Mikayla glanced at the counter, eyeing the half-prepped meal. "Do yuh eva consider a teach mi fi cook?"

You blinked, unsure if you’d heard her right. "Me? Teach you?"

"Why not?” she said, stepping closer and peering into the pot on the stove. "I want to learn, but mi feel like mi too frighten fi di kitchen, yuh know? Yuh mek it look easy so."

Your heart did that weird little flip it had started doing ever since you first saw her up close at the beginning of the job. Back then, it was professional—just introductions. But now, with her standing here, asking you to teach her to cook? This was different.

You tried to play it cool. "Well, uh, it’s not that hard. You just need some basics, like how to chop properly and—"

"A wha' yuh call dis?" Mikayla interrupted, picking up a kohlrabi like it was an alien artifact.

You stifled a laugh. "That’s kohlrabi."

"Kohlrabi," she repeated, raising an eyebrow as if the word itself was suspicious. "It look strange."

"You’ll get used to it," you said, pulling out a cutting board. "Alright, let’s start simple. I’ll show you how to chop."

You demonstrated with another kohlrabi, your hands moving smoothly as you sliced through it. When you handed her the knife, she stared at it like she was about to defuse a bomb.

"Mi nuh promise nuttin' good here," she muttered, gripping the knife awkwardly. Her first cut was more of a hack than a slice, and the kohlrabi flew off the counter and onto the floor.

You couldn’t help it—you burst out laughing. Mikayla gasped, her face a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

"I warned you!" she said, laughing along with you.

"Okay, okay, let’s try again." You picked up the runaway vegetable and handed it back to her. "This time, gentle. Just follow through with the knife."

With some hesitation, Mikayla tried again. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a solid improvement. You smiled. "There you go, that’s better!"

She grinned, clearly pleased with herself. "Yuh zimme."

As you both moved onto the next step—seasoning the dish—you found yourself more and more distracted. Every time Mikayla leaned in to ask a question or brush past you to grab an ingredient, you were hyper-aware of how close she was. It didn’t help that every now and then, your hands would bump or she’d flash you a quick smile that made your stomach flutter.

"Raatid- mi add too much," she muttered after pouring half the bottle of garlic powder into the pot.

You smirked. "Maybe just a little. We can fix it."

"Yuh a lie," she said with a laugh, shaking her head. "Yuh nuh haffi be nice 'bout mi terrible cooking."

"I’m serious! You’re not that bad," you said, your voice a little quieter now, as if admitting some secret.

She paused, catching your eye for a beat longer than before. "Mi glad yuh here," she said softly, her usual playful tone replaced with something gentler.

Before you could even process that, the pot bubbled over, and both of you scrambled to fix it, the moment lost in a flurry of sizzling and laughter.

Maybe you didn't do as well as you could have, and maybe there was a little too much garlic in the sauce, but as Mikayla smiled next to you, her laugh still lingering in the air, you didn’t mind one bit.

You wiped your hands on a towel and glanced at her. "That was good work," you said, grinning despite yourself.

Mikayla raised an eyebrow, smirking back. "Good? After mi nearly mash up di kitchen?"

You chuckled. "Hey, we made it through without burning anything down. That counts for something."

She smiled, the kind that made your heart flip. "Well, I’m proud of us."

As you handed her the spoon, your fingers brushed lightly against hers, and you both paused for just a moment, eyes meeting. Mikayla’s smile lingered, softer now, as if she noticed the shift too. The room felt warmer, though the stove was off, and for a second, neither of you said anything.

“Yuh really patient, yuh know?” she said, stirring the pot slowly. Then, with a playful smirk, she added, “An’ cute when yuh serious.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Oh, uh… thanks,” you mumbled, feeling your face heat up.

She glanced up at you with a playful grin. “Maybe mi should mek yuh come by more often den.” Her tone was light, teasing, but the way her eyes lingered made your heart skip a beat, leaving you wondering if there was more behind her words than just a joke.

Mikayla ladled the food into two bowls and placed them on the counter. She slid onto one of the stools, resting her elbows casually on the counter, and nodded toward the other bowl. 

"Come siddung,” she said, her tone soft but playful. “Yuh nuh gaan leave mi eat alone, right?"

[berrypass-de-murdler]

2 - 33 Gambling and Murder Are Both Illegal

AGH MY BOOK WON'T COME TIL TOMORROW WHY

Obviously I haven't been posting them because that's kind of a waste of time, but I've digitized quite a few of the murdlers' official artworks!

They're not beautiful, but they are convenient when I need basic transparent pictures of them.

I mean.... yes!!!!!!!

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

Logico looks through his mail. He finds a scrap of paper with an invitation to an underground gambling ring written in blood! He and Tino laugh their asses off for a while.

IRRATINO: So are we gonna go? LOGICO: I mean, I was cordially invited. IRRATINO: And I’ve devised a system for winning at poker! LOGICO: Yes, esoteric gambling. IRRATINO: I swear it works!!

They enter through a manhole in the alley. The tables are set up in the sewers! Silverton the Legend and Boss Charcoal were also invited. (They left Drakonia as soon as the Lady Violet news got out.) And, of course, the twins.

BLUES: [with a ridiculous fake mustache] Welcome, welcome. It’s time for gambling time. Come get your cards and lose money. (Let’s get a beer.) Yeahh.

Irratino gleefully plays some rounds with the gang, and loses so much money. But he seems to be having fun, so it’s fine. 

LOGICO: Except that’s MY money too…

He’s more interested in the fact that there’s a human pinned to the wall (good god!!). That’d scar any sane person for life!

LOGICO: Um, hello! IRRATINO: Huh? [goat scream]

They have to solve this extremely gruesome murder! Who would have thought there’d be shifty figures in a sewer gambling operation? 

IRRATINO: All right, Logico. First things first, you need to FULLY learn numerological code. LOGICO: NO I DON’T! IRRATINO: Really? Then how else are you going to decode this clue? 

It’s made out of numbers. Clearly he wrote it, and is just trying to taunt Logico. 

LOGICO: JUST TELL ME THE CLUE YOU IDIOT IRRATINO: This is a learning opportunity!

Logico has no choice but to sit down and let Irratino teach him the way, when there are far more important things he could be doing. In the example, Tino uses a short name for reference: ‘Red’. Logico grows deeply uncomfortable once again. He wants to forget that awful trip ever happened!

LOGICO: I get it now. Please stop.

Irratino is distressed by the sudden change in mood, and decides to take statements for him. Charcoal is walking very funny, for one.

IRRATINO: Say, um… what’s… what’s up? CHARCOAL: N-Nothing!

Tino notices that it’s his left arm that’s hindering him, and that he’s wearing a jacket when he usually doesn’t. He brings out a pipe from under his sleeve!

IRRATINO: Aha!

Charcoal falls over.

CHARCOAL: NOOO!! I HAD TO HAVE THAT ‘CUZ I BROKE MY ARM!!!  IRRATINO: OH MY GOD! OH NO, I’M SO SORRY

Charcoal sobs in pain. Irratino tries to put it back but makes it worse.

SILVERTON: Real charming guy you bagged there, Logico.

Logico tries to whack him, but there’s not much use against the glob of slime. He turns to the Blues instead.

BLUES: We, I mean I, know this: a shoe knife was at the cashier! LOGICO: A… ‘shoe knife’? BLUES: Yuh-huh. LOGICO: And what, may I ask, is a shoe knife. BLUES: Wha- duh!! It’s a shoe knife! You’re not a real adult so you don’t understand, short man! LOGICO: I am not short! I am just very compact.

Logico just has to wait out the answer for this one - as the Blues struggle to stand straight, a knife pops out of one of their giant boots!

BLUES: (I told you the boots were a terrible idea!!) LOGICO: I think you’re too young to gamble. BLUES: NO I’M NOT! I’m a grown man!

Logico opens their coat.

BLUES: I’m STILL a grown man! This is just my mistress! (Your WHAT?!) Shut up and carry me! [Pink throws her to the ground] [Blue screams] I want my mom! (She’s not coming! Dad MURDERED her!)

Logico and Irratino wince at the turn this is taking. 

LOGICO: Why not we take you home.

Logico carries one kid piggyback and Irratino holds the other as they head back into town where they belong.

The end! 

This gets really really bad when you remember that their dad is Mayor Honey

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[chocos-universe]

One Hell of a Laugh!

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--Looks like Suction Cup Man's in hell! Can he survive Satan's wrath? Or will his annoying attitude get him demolished?--

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|Lee - Suction Cup Man -- Ler - Satan|

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"FUCK THE HIGHWAY!! YOU CAN'T KILL SUCTION CUP MAN!! LOOK AT ME G--"

Famous last words. Suction Cup Man got hit by a car, then got hit by another car, then was set on fire. Guy Business gulped and closed the window to his building.

Suction Cup Man fell through a red portal and onto the hard rocks below. He groaned and blinked, not being able to see properly. He shook his head and fluttered his eyes all the way open. His eyes widened as he saw fire, smoke, red rocks, and a wall behind him. He spun around, observing everything. He heard a low growl from behind him. He stiffened and slowly turned around. Satan himself... was standing right behind him.

"Greetings sinful o--"

"WHERE THE FUCK AM I?!--" Suction Cup Man raised his voice, his eyes darting around. He was more confused than scared. "Uh-... you're in hell--... tha... that's so obvious wha..." Satan mumbled to himself, pinching the bridge to his nose. He huffed and cleared his throat, straightening his posture.

"Greetings, sinful one! Welcome to your EnTERNAL damnation!"

"Oh, LORD!"

"For your MANY... many... misdeeds, you will suffer everlasting pain throughout a THOUSAND lives!"

"Oh GOD!"

"We shall begin with 100 years in the pit of FIRE!!"

"OH JESUS!!"

"O-Okay..., can you stop with all the... 'God Talk' we... we don't do that here." Satan muttered, crossing his arms, his intimidating manner disappearing quickly. "Well, excuuuuuuse me, beardo! It's not like I CHOSE to be here!" Suction Cup Man said, offended.

"ENOUGH!"

Suction Cup Man felt the ground shake under him as tiny rocks fell from the sky (and / or ceiling). "Woah, hey! Watch where you're screamin'!" SCM put his hands on his hips, annoyed.

"I--..." Satan sighed and inhaled.

"Bow before me, HEATHEN, and face your punishme--"

"HEY! What's that??" Suction Cup Man pointed upward. Satan raised an eyebrow and looked up to where Suction Cup Man was pointing. "That is the gateway from which the sinful arrive." Satan explained, looking down at Suction Cup Man. "It don't look like a gateway!" "But... but it is..." "It looks like portal! A red milk portal!" Suction Cup Man raised and shook his hands in the air with a smile on his face. "...I-... I'm sorry... red milk?.. Did... do you mean... Strawberry Milk?" Satan asked, genuinely confused. "Oh yeah! Strawberry Milk! Ye-Yeah, that!" Suction Cup Man, put his hands on his hips, proud of himself. "I thought Strawberry Milk was pink..." "Well you're clearly color blind!" "I- NUH UH!!" Satan huffed. "Yuh uh." "Nuh uh." "Yuh uh." "Nuh uh." "Yuh uh." "Nuh u--"

A person fell from the portal, screaming as he landed on his face in front of Suction Cup Man. SCM shrieked and jumped back. "...Well people have no manners these days..." Suction Cup Man grumbled, crossing his arms and looking away. "Hi, welcome to Hell. Enjoy your punishment." Satan said, waving his hand a little as the guy responded by running off and crying. Suction Cup Man took note from where the guy fell and looked up at the gateway. He thought for a moment before speaking "What happens if I go back through it?" "Go back through what?" "Y'know, the Strawberry Milk portal!" Suction Cup Man bounced a little, being impatient. "Oh... pff, hah! No one can return to the land of the living!" "Not EVEN if I go back through it?" Suction Cup Man asked, doing a shrugging motion with his arms. "We-Well... you can't do that." "Why not?" Satan stayed silent as he looked around before looking back down at the human. "...You're not supposed to..." "Well FUCK that!" "Excuse me--" "I can do what I want! I'm Suction Cup Man!" Suction Cup Man huffed, pulling out his suction cups, and climbing the wall that was behind him. "Wha-- HEY!!" Satan shot yellow (golden?) lasers from his eyes above Suction Cup Man's head. He screamed and fell down to the ground and on his ass. Satan growled and disintegrated the suction cups to dust. Suction Cup Man's mouth hung open in horror before looking at Satan. "The FUCK was that for?!" Suction Cup Man got up and dusted himself off, turning around to fully look at him. Satan growled lowly before speaking.

"YOU have no choice in this matter! You WILL face your punishments accordingly to PAY FOR YOur--..."

Satan was so lost in his words, that he didn't even notice until now that Suction Cup Man was climbing the wall AGAIN. "What are you doing?.." Satan asked, getting more pissed off by the second. "Got bored, FUCK you, I'm leaving!" Suction Cup Man said, climbing up the wall with his suction cups. "I-... get off that WALL!!" Satan screamed, getting extremely pissed off. "Make me, gaint ketchup bottle!" Suction Cup Man remarked back. Satan blinked and turned to his mirror as his reflection turned into an, indeed, giant ketchup bottle.

"*GASP* How DARE you speak to me in this manner! I am the Prince of DARKNESS! The harbinger of ALL that is EVIL!! You are in MY realm! You WILL bow to me or face the consequences!"

"...FUCK YOU! Look at me GO!!" Suction Cup Man ignored Satan's threats as he climbed further up the wall. Satan growled in annoyance. He was about to respond with violence again, but he stopped. He paused for a second before snapping out of his thoughts. If it worked in the living world... it'll work here. Suction Cup Man felt himself being levitated away from his suction cups. "WOAH, SHIT!!" He squirmed around in the energy that was lifting him up in the air. Then he felt himself falling onto the ground, face first. He groaned and got on his knees, looking up in pain. And literally almost jumped out of his skin when he saw Satan's face in front of his. "Fuck man, what the--" before Suction Cup Man could finish, he felt himself being scooped up into Satan's hand as now he was (sorta) eye-level with him. "...What the hell are you doing?" Suction Cup Man asked, scooting away a little. "Just a little... experiment..." Satan said calmly. "Huh?" Suction Cup Man mumbled in confusion. He saw Satan's claw lift his shirt up a little. "...H-Hey-- what are you..." he felt himself shake a little. "Just giving you one hell of a punishment..." then, he felt Satan's claw lightly circle around his belly button. Ah, shi--

"PFF-- BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! H-HEHEHEHEHEY!! WHAT THE FUHUHUHUHAHAHAHAHACK?! *hic* OOHOOHOHOHOHOH NOOHOHOHOHOHO! *snort*" Suction Cup Man tried to push Satan's hand off, but in this state, he couldn't do anything. "Awh, I guess you got even MORE ticklish after that weird old guy tickled you." When Satan brought up Guy Business into the story, one of Suction Cup Man's eyes shot open. "YOU-- YOU KNOHOHOHOW ABOUT THAHAHAHAT!? *squeal* AHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO!!" Suction Cup Man kicked his legs a little. "Yup. I know plenty!" Satan said, smugly. Suction Cup Man just slammed his eyes shut so he didn't have to see that stupid smirk on Satan's face. "But, aren't you a grown man? Or are you a ticklish little boy inside a grown man's body?" "NOHOHOHO SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP! *snort*" "Such a snorter!" "F-FUHUHUCK YOU!! *hic*" he squirmed under Satan's claw. "Just stay stillllll~" "NEHEHEHEHEVER!!" Suction Cup Man refused. He shrieked when he felt the claw lightly tickle under his underarm. "EEK-- N-NOOHOHOHOHOHO!! OH, YOU AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHASS!! *hic*" he covered his face with his hands, kicking his legs more now. Satan lightly squished Suction Cup Man's belly. "*squeal* NOHOHOHO!! *snort* JEHEHEHEHESUS CHRIHIHIHIHIST!! AHAHAHAHAWH NOOOHOHOHOHO!!" "No? No, what? Dohon't squish your belly?~" Satan chuckled a little at Suction Cup Man's reaction. "DOHOHOHOHON'T CAHAHAHAHALL IT THAHAHAHAT!!" "Pff, what? Belly? You get embarrassed by the word belly? What about tickle? Tickle. Tickle. Tickle. Tickle... Tickle~" Satan teased, watching Suction Cup Man's face get even more red. "SHIHIHIHIHIT!! I HAHAHAHATE YOU!! JUST SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUHUP!!" "Y'know, you've HARDLY asked me to stop..." Satan pointed out, grinning. "...I think you may like this~" "I DOHOHOHOHON'T!! I DON'T AT AHAHAHAHAHALL!! YOU'RE SO MEEHEHEHEHEHEAN!!" "That's kinda the point, pal." Satan lightly traced his claw up and down SCM's ribs. "*snort* NOHOHO!! P-PLEHEHEHEHEASE!! OHOHON ALL THAT IS F-FUCKING H-HOOOHOHOHOHOHOLY STAAAHAHAHAHAHAP!! *hic*" "HOLY?! Aw, we talked about this heaven/God Talk, BUD!!" Satan inhaled deeply and blew a small yet big raspberry on Suction Cup Man's stomach. And he fuckin' SCREEEAMED. "AAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOHO-- W-WAHAHAHAHAIT!! I'M SORRY!! I'M SOHOHOHOHOHORRY!!" Suction Cup Man felt tears starting to fall down his cheeks slightly. "I think you took this well enough." Satan said, stopping and putting Suction Cup Man back on his suction cups.

Suction Cup Man panted and huffed, holding onto his suction cups for dear LIFE. "You... ehevil... mother... hehe-- f-fuhucker..." He shook his body a little to get the ghost tickles off. "That's why I'm the Prince of Darkness!" Satan said proudly, putting his hands on his hips with a grin. "Yeah, yeah... oh! Also! I wrote cha a song!" Suction Cup Man announced, looking over at Devil with a big smile. "...You did?" "Yep! And it goes a little somethin' like this..." He pulled out his guitar and played it once, inhaled, and...

"Go eat a dick! That's right, go eat a dick! Go eat a dick, dick, dick! Go eat a big ol' dick! Go eat a dick!" Suction Cup Man sang, playing his guitar and climbing all the way up, dodging every powerful gust of yellow/golden power ball shot at him. "*Harmonica Noises*" Suction Cup Man jumped into the portal and escaped Hell.

"...You eat a dick, you..." Satan grumbled as he stormed away from that spot, pouting.

"I TRIED to warn him he was drifting towards the highway--" Guy Business explained to the cops. "--but he passed it off by saying something like... "Fuck The Highway, You Can't Kill Suction Cup Man." Guy Business said, shrugging. The people in the back looked concerned as they saw the white sheet move, and saw Suction Cup Man pop out from under. "And also, "Look At Me Go!" at the end there!" Suction Cup Man added, smiling. "Right, he also said "Look At Me g-..." Guy Business's voice trailed off as his eyes widened. "SHIT!!"

Suction Cup Man sat up and walked over to the three. "Officer, arrest this man for attempted murder!" Suction Cup Man said, pointing at Guy Business before putting his hands on his hips. "We know who you are... and we're not doing that." Paul Ease, statted, raising an eyebrow. "Fair enough. Same time next week, business dummy?" Suction Cup Man asked with a smile on his face. "Go to hell." Guy Business responded, coldly. "Trust me, never going there again..." "Wha--" before Guy Business could answer, he shrieked when Suction Cup Man poked his stomach and ran off, jumping off the bridge, gliding through the air with another parachute.

❤️End🤍

[hellsgreatestperformance]

Travis & Angel

@andact1on

「🕸️❝ Yuh wanna help out lil' old me taday?~ Ain't yuh sweet~ Why don't ya show me how stron' yuh are, baby~ ❞

With extra dough, metaphorically, weighing down his pockets he opted to spend a little. Mostly on himself, but he'd spare a bit for his friends back at the hotel. And to show some false yet conflicted appreciation towards his boss, he'd find him a little something too. And he appreciated the help from his favorite director. Sweet-talking the chump into doing whatever he wanted was cake. A little flirting, chest fluffing, and a little kiss on his cheek seemed to put the guy into a trance. So, what job did he have for the perverted bird? He was the designated shopping bag carrier~

Angel hummed thoughtfully to himself, then gasped when he saw the cutest fabric basically begging for his attention in one of the shop windows. The sparkling gold was sure to catch Val's eye. Sure he could transform it into a lovely gown, but why not something more sexier? This was the first thing he purchased. However, their emerald green and pastel pink fabrics left him in awe. By the time they left that shop, Angel already had the bird carrying two bags. ❝ Thanks, cutie~ ❞ He complimented him before going to the next shop, and the next, and the next, and the next until Travis had six bags on his big, strong arms. These bags were filled with gifts for his friends.

However, only about half way down the street he came to an immediate halt, feeling Travis walk into his back. Even when the guy asked him what was up, he was speechless. ❝ Do ya see those?! ❞ He didn't really pay attention to Travis looking over in confusion and asking what. Without hesitation, Angel pulled him by the hand inside. ❝ Wait here. ❞ He left Travis sitting on the bench near the mirrors. The poor guy was likely confused. During the twenty minutes Angel was roaming about, multiple people had walked up to use the mirror or simply walked past the dressing rooms. ❝ Do I got a treat fer yuh~ ❞ Angel winked when he finally approached? He had several outfits hanging from each of his four arms.

Angel strutted out in a tight, off-the-shoulder pink top that exposed his fluff. He wore a black miniskirt along with it ( and whether he was commando or not underneath was a secret ). ❝ Love it, don't ya? ❞ He winked and then sat directly in Travis' lap. He made himself comfortable and checked his phone whilst he did. ❝ Yuh 'no how easy fuckin' in this would be. ❞ He stuck his tongue out and snapped a picture. Checking it, he was pleased with how hot he looked in it. once he got up he texted Cherri before stepping back inside the changing room. When he reemerged from the room, this time he wore a tight black dress with a slit up the side. He slightly bent over and ran his fingers along his leg as he slowly, seductively lifted himself up.

❝ Wha' d'ya think? ❞ He stood in front of Travis and lifted his leg, pressing it against the wall directly behind the bird. ❝ I 'no ya wanna peek underneath, baby, but I need yer eyes on my legs. Sexy, ain't it? ❞ He couldn't help fucking with the guy. It was fun. And he wouldn't make a big fuss if his bag boy decided to give his legs a little touch. After they left that shop, Angel hit up a few more. Travis had bags in his arms and boxes in his hands. ❝ Ya 'no, a big stron' daddy like yerself really turns me on~ ❞ The bags were placed in the limo. Most were dropped off at the hotel, but Angel's sweet-talking made sure the day didn't end just yet. With that whole divorce, that house was free so Angel begged as cutely as he could to come over.

❝ Uh uh~ Naughty, ain't ya. But ya can't come in. Be good fer me an' wait on yer bed. ❞ Angel slipped into one of the rooms and locked the door behind him. Hours had passed since they had gotten here. When he found Travis in his room, the poor guy must have been so exhausted because he was sound asleep. Cute. But not allowed. Angel straddled his lap and started poking his cheek. ❝ C'mon, baby. Wake up fer me~ ❞ When he finally had his attention, he was pleased by the reaction. Angel had slipped into some gorgeous lingerie that had Travis' eyes wide. But when he went to touch, Angel denied him.

❝ Wait a sec. Yuh don't really think I took that fuckin' lon' slippin' inta this, do ya? ❞ He revealed what was behind his back. It was a custom-made sweater by yours truly. He had taken the time while they were out this evening to choose a black fabric that wasn't gonna be itchy. The end of the sleeves was a bit fluffy, for some pizazz, as well as the neck. It was by no means the most extravagant gift but it was more of a thank you. Travis had gone with him all day, never once complaining about the amount he had to carry. Not to mention that lately, he had been more bearable. A few weeks ago after a really bad Val Day, Travis had not only treated him like a princess but had stayed with him until he felt better. And never once had the guy tried to fuck it.

❝ Do ya like it? Yer gonna wear it, ain't ya? Try it on~ Hurry up, the sooner ya try it an' I get my pics, the sooner I can pull it off ya. ❞ 」

[socaprince]

SOCA THERAPY - JANUARY 21, 2024

Soca Therapy Playlist

Sunday January 21st 2024

Making You Wine From 6-9pm on Flow 98.7fm

Is D Weekend (Soca Therapy Plate) - Third Bass

Soca Therapy - Patrice Roberts

Good Vibes Only - Alison Hinds

Fete Junkie - Leonce

Yuh Man - Jadel

Real Love - Nadia Batson

Everytime - Nadia Batson

Life After Fete - Kerwin Du Bois

Inventor (D Ninja Edit) - Olatunji

Search Party - Preedy

Soca Eden - Destra

Miracle - Kes & Tano

Do What You Want - Skinny Fabulous x Asa Bantan x Mr Killa

Document We (Secret Society Roadmix) - Shal Marshall x Kerwin Du Bois

Document We - Shal Marshall x Kerwin Du Bois

Born To Fly (Muv Short Edit) - Nailah Blackman x Pumpa

Anxiety - Patrice Roberts

Links - Bunji Garlin & Smiddy Smith

Blame Yuhself - Fay-Ann Lyons & Smiddy Smith

Dangerous - Lyrikal & Smiddy Smith

Mash Up - Problem Child & Smiddy Smith

Beatin Road - Preedy & Smiddy Smith

Tornado - Ricardo Drue

Last One Standing - Ricardo Drue & D.w.O

Round & Rosie - Nailah Blackman

Devotion - Destra

TOP 7 AT 7 (Powered By The Soca Source)

Top Destra songs streamed on Apple Music

7. N.O.W. (No One Waiting) - Destra Garcia x Nadia Batson

6. I Dare You - Destra Garcia

5. Dip and Ride - Destra Garcia

4. Shake The Place - Destra Garcia x Machel Montano

3. Technically - Destra Garcia x Farmer Nappy

2. Lucy - Destra Garcia

1. Carnival - Destra Garcia x Machel Montano

Come Beta - Destra Garcia x Shurwayne Winchester

Wine and Bend Over - Shal Marshall

Benderella - Kerwin Du Bois

Stick On - Lyrikal

Shameless - Skinny Fabulous

Head Gone - Viking Ding Dong

Bottle Over Head - Wetty Beatz x Triniboi Joocie

Tombstone - Mandella Linkz

Trinidad Sweet - Voice x V'ghn

How Ah Livin - Farmer Nappy

Beat Rum Bad - Wadicks x System32

DNA - Mical Teja

Market - Nadia Batson

Cool It Down - Destra Garcia

Crash - Tian Winter

My Love Will Never Die - Da Bhaan

PAN MOMENTS Ordinary People - Deperadoes

TANTY TUNE OF THE WEEK (1987) Fix It Up - Carl & Carol Jacobs

Fix It Up <-> In The Center (Marxman Transition) - GBM Nutron x Farmer Nappy

In The Center - GBM Nutron x Farmer Nappy 

One Ah Dem - Shal Marshall

Roxanne - Problem Child

Closer - Imani Ray 

Never Again - Machel Montano

Runaway - Mical Teja

Energy Killers - Kerwin Du Bois

Smooth Ride - Farner Nappy

When Last - GBM Nutron x Jus Jay King

Calypso - V'ghn

Banga - Kes

Wassy - Full Blown

1 On 1 - Jimmy October

Calypso - Jadel

Soca Shanty (Nah Going Home) - Adam O x DJ Riddim Master

Meet We Down Dey - Patrice Roberts

Rum Gyal & Money - Rome

Livin' Meh Life - Farmer Nappy

Wha Yuh Wany - Destra Garcia

Wine Of De Century - Destra Garcia

NORTHERN PRESCRIPTION Duck - This Is KASH x Swappi

Bonnie & Clyde - Destra Garcia

Come From - Erphaan Alves

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[hellsgreatestperformance]

「🕸️ Seeing him this way bothered him. He couldn't help but think this was a dick move on Smiles's part. Did his dame even know? Maybe she had an issue too, who knew. But hearing the noise from the fans subside, he felt a little relieved. He knew what it meant. He had a computer. Meant shit was calming down. He briefly smiled when their fingers intertwined. It felt nice. And it meant he finally had his attention.

❝ Well, fuck em. I bet that weddin's gonna be borin' anyway. Now the weddin's my family threw. Oh, now that was a fuckin' weddin'. ❞ But he wasn't sure if that entirely was gonna help. ❝ Yuh did? Hey, boxy, why can't ya go anyway? Wha' stick's up Smiles's ass? ❞ He thought for a moment. ❝ Do ya actually wanna go? Even though we can't...Neva'mind. How 'bout a drink? Ya got a stash in here, don't ya? ❞ he didn't really want to go. Well, he kind of did, but he knew he couldn't go with who he wanted. 」

He was feeling just awful and betrayed. He felt like he was about to lose everything. Well, almost everything. He had one thing to enjoy. The fans stopped as the gentle popping static died down. His angry was being replaced with something else. A feeling her loathed even more than that damn deer.

Clicks came from his mechanical hand as it turned up. He moved to intertwined their fingers. "I'm not entirely sure." He just saw Velvette making her dress for the wedding. It bothered him because she didn't tell him. "I sent a gift." So that was a little jab.

[gamerbearmira]

Love both the Alice through the Looking Glass and What Remains of Edith Finch aus, they both have so much potential for creative stories, I personally really want to see the Madrigals' gift related deaths in WROEF and some artwork for ATTLG

Yuh❗❗❗ got some stuff <33 I couldn't do a lot of artwork cause I was in a rush, but I do??? Have one weird looking Alma drawing of her wondering wtf a chronosphere is and some WROEF stuff

Alma Through the Looking Glass

WHA 😦

oh yeah fun fact. Alma has been to Wonderland before. Cause Pedro is from Wonderland <33 She's not entirely surprised to find Bruno there either.

She took the candle with her cause Casita told her to <3

Hey❗❗ {{(°△°; "}}! Death is mentioned here so here's a little warning

What Remains of Pepa Madrigal

Pedro, 28 - Break in gone wrong

Alma, 71 - A mix of old age and heartbreak

Julieta, 40 - Cooking Incident (stove exploded)

Pepa, 45 - Childbirth

Bruno, 42 - Glassblowing Incident (Glass impolded and shards left him too far gone)

Felix, 47- Directly truck by Lightning (a few months before Antonio was born)

Agustin, 42- Beestings; went into anaphylactic shock

Antonio, 5 (and his pet cat, Parce, 2)- Still living

Still working on the others 😕

[magickastiel]

✨ B&B’S CHRISTMAS ADVENT CALENDAR ✨

20th December - mistletoe

I am, once again, attempting to write one story through different prompts. I really enjoyed it last time so let’s see if I can do it through December!

check out the other days | now on ao3

Summary: Just a month after defeating Chuck, Sam & Dean are faced with their first real Christmas. Eileen, Jody, Donna, Claire & Kaia descend on the Bunker for a Christmas celebration like no other. But for Dean, Castiel’s confession still weighs heavy. It might be easier to deal with if Cas was actually around to talk to but he and Jack are busy in Heaven. Surely they don’t have time to come home for Christmas…do they?

😘

With breakfast eaten, everyone settles in the festively decorated war room, the tree casting a warm glow over the proceedings.

There’s a general chatter about Jack’s present - mostly debate over what it would be ethical to wish for. Sam is in the middle of it because of course he is, making points for and against making wishes.

Despite his bad mood, Dean can’t stop himself grinning at Eileen when they see each other across the room and she rolls her eyes.

He’s startled by Jody’s hand resting on his shoulder as she passes by him with a fresh cup of coffee.

“Just so you know,” She whispers. “Donna’s planning something stupid. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”

And just like she abandons him to his fate.

“Wha - Jody! Jody!”

“Dean!” Donna’s voice comes from the doorway. She waves him over. “Come ‘ere. I need ya for something.”

“Uh��ok.” He agrees reluctantly, edging across the room like a man walking to his death.

“Hey!” Donna says, a little too cheerily. “Just wanted to get your opinion: what’s the best John Wayne movie?”

He blinks, thrown by the unexpected question. “Oh. Why?”

“Well, I’ve been talkin’ to a guy on one of the dating apps and he’s really into John Wayne movies and I kinda wanna impress him so I thought: hey! ‘I got a buddy that really likes movies! He’ll know some good ones to watch!’ So. Whaddya say?”

“Huh.” Dean’s mind starts racing, immediately distracted from Jody’s warning by an excellent movie question. “Well, ‘True Grit’ is a classic - honestly, it’s got everything you could want in a western. Then there’s ‘Rio Bravo’ of course. And ‘Red River’ - interesting to see him as the villain for once.”

“Uh huh…” Donna glances over Dean’s shoulder down the corridor but he barely notices as more movies come to mind.

“But I always really liked ‘The Cowboys’. It was towards the end of his career but it’s a great movie, really.”

“Yuh-huh. Keep goin’ - ”

“When he gets all those kids to work for him but they start to become a family.”

“Nearly there - ”

“It’s really good - wait, what? What do you mean: ‘nearly there’?”

Donna tears her eyes away from her view over his shoulder, looking guilty and excited. Dean whips around to see Cas in the distance, wandering towards them down the corridor. He ignores the churning of his stomach and turns back to Donna, eyes narrowed.

“What are you doing?” He hisses.

“Well, I was just gonna…you know.” She gestures above them to a sprig of mistletoe.

Horror floods him. “No, absolutely not!”

“Oh, come on, Dean!” She nudges him. “It’s the perfect excuse! If you don’t, I will.”

“Fine.” Dean half-staggers away, totally destroyed at the thought of kissing Cas in front of everyone. It makes his skin crawl, it makes him want to cry, and, worse of all, it makes him want to do it for real. “Kiss him if you want.”

He escapes to the kitchen, his usual safety net. He leans heavily on the counter, feeling incredibly stupid. It’s not like Donna could have made them kiss. But what would he have done if they were both standing there? What would Cas have done?

“Dean?” Eileen is next to him, a small and soothing hand on his back. “You ok?”

“Sorry.” Jody is on his other side, still nursing her coffee. “I did warn you.”

“Yeah.” He squeezes eyes shut. “Yeah, I guess you did.”

“Is this a normal freak out?” Eileen asks, looking a little concerned. “Because you seem less terrified and more…miserable.”

“Thanks.”

Eileen shrugs. “Just calling it like I see it.”

Dean isn’t sure if it’s his secret to share but his head is so twisted up he can’t deny himself sharing it. “Cas is thinking of leaving. He and Jack have this plan to get heaven back in shape and transfer some of Jack's power to other angels. They wanna make a council. Cas might be one of ‘em. If he is, he’s gotta stay up there. Forever.”

There’s a long pause.

“Well, shit.” Jody breathes.

“That complicates things.” Eileen says with a wince.

“Like it wasn’t already.”

“It really wasn’t, Dean.” She says, crossing her arms. “You were just being a baby about it.”

Jody splutters into her coffee and Dean glares, feeling affronted.

“Ok, smartass, what do I do now?”

They both consider the options. Jody answers first.

“Do you know how likely it’ll be that he goes? I mean, it’d make things difficult with Claire too. I know she pretends she doesn’t care about anything or anyone but Cas does mean a lot to her.”

Shit. That’s another thing Dean hadn’t thought about. Too selfish as usual.

“I dunno. He just said he was thinking about it. We kinda…argued about it.”

“Oh, great. That’ll convince him to stay.” Jody sighs.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. But I was pissed, ok! He told Sam before he told me! That’s - that’s not what best friends do!”

“Maybe he and Sam are best friends?” Eileen suggests, an evil glint in her eye.

Dean scowls. “No. They’re not.”

“You sure? ‘Cause if he’s in love with you then maybe he thinks of you less as a friend and more as a partner.”

“He’s not.”

“Not what?”

“In love with me.” Dean says firmly, squaring his jaw. “He can’t be. If he was, he wouldn’t be going, would he?”

There’s another pause in which Jody and Eileen share a look that obviously implies Dean is being stupid.

“Dean,” Jody starts patiently. “Did it not occur to you that if he is in love with you and he thinks those feelings are not reciprocated, that might be incredibly painful for him? He confessed to you thinking he would never see you again. Now he’s having to deal with being back here and that might not be something he’s willing to face every day.”

Dean stares at Jody, so many emotions rolling over him he can’t decide if he feels better or worse.

“You know,” Eileen muses. “You could pull the same trick. Confess, send him off to heaven. Never see him again.”

“No.” Dean winces. “That’s the worst option.”

“Ok, but…at least think of it like this: if he’s going, what do you have to lose? If he doesn’t feel the same, you never have to see him again. And if he does, that might make him want to stay.”

Dean can’t believe he’d ever be enough to make anyone stay. He couldn’t get his dad to stick around when he was a kid, couldn’t stop Sammy leaving when he wanted to go to college, couldn’t get Cassie to stay with him when he loved her.

Why should this be any different?

“I don’t know. Jack wants him to do this. He loves Jack more than anything else. If it’s a choice between me - a middle-aged human with a drinking problem with ten lifetimes of shitty decisions weighing him down - or his angelic kid, I know which one I’d tell him to pick.”

“That’s the thing, Dean.” Eileen says, rubbing his back soothingly again. “That’s what you think he should do. Doesn’t mean that’s what he wants.”

“Exactly.” Jody agrees. “And doesn’t Cas deserve all the facts before he makes his decision? What if he’s thinking he might as well go to heaven because no one loves him here?”

Dean goes cold. Why would Cas assume no one loves him? “Everyone loves Cas.”

“I know that.” Jody explains, smiling. “Just like I know everyone loves you.”

“And you’re still a baby about that.” Eileen chips in. He playfully punches her on the arm and she laughs. “Look, Dean. I know this sucks. But you gotta fight for him. Because right now, I don’t think Cas knows that anyone wants him.”

“I…” It’s a good idea and it does give him a flicker of hope. But if that really means laying his soul bare... “I’m not sure I can do it. I don’t know how to.”

“Ok.” Jody puts her mug down and rubs her hands together. “Why don’t you think about it? And while you do, why don’t we make this the best Christmas Cas could ever have? Make it so good he never wants to leave.”

Dean nods. “Yeah.”

“Good. You better get your big girl panties on, Dean. ‘Cause if it’s gonna be the best Christmas Cas could want, you’re gonna have to spend a lot of time with him.”

He swallows. “Yeah, ok. I can do that.”

[twstinginthewind]

'you’re going to be alright’ Maybe we could try MellowMia then

'you’re so cute’ CarolPunch

Sentence starters

"Wha." Mellow swallowed hard, and managed to look back up at the girl in the Pomefiore uniform. "Wh-. What'dya say?" he asked, sprawled on the library floor.

She giggled, one little cat ear flickering. "I asked you if you're going to be all right? That was one serious fall, there." She knelt down next to where he had fallen, and started to pick up the stack of books that he had dropped, scattered all around them. "Plus, like. There's a loooooot of heavy reading here. If it landed on you, you coulda gotten hurt bad!" Her black-gloved hands nimbly sorted the literature, separating the bulky books he was collecting for Leroy from the few slim volumes she had been carrying.

"I. I'm nnnn. I'm not hurt," he managed, propping himself up onto his elbows. Mellow adjusted his glasses, which had been knocked askew, and shook his head. That collision really took the wind out of him.

"I'm real sorry. It's probably kinda my fault? I really wasn't looking where I was going. Well, I was looking ahead? But not to the sides, haha! I didn't realize you were a person and not just a stack of books someone left, sorryyyyy." She gave Mellow a wide, apologetic smile, and his mouth went dry. She was cute, with fluffy hair, bright blue eyes with slit pupils, and expressive cat's ears that gestured as she spoke. And she was smiling at him.

He wasn't sure how to react. "I. Um. Yeah. I. I guess I guh. Give that imp. Im. Impression. That impression sometimes."

She tilted her head. "That you're made of books?"

He blinked. Sure. Why not? He started to get to his feet, brushing himself off as he rose. "Th. Tha. Thank you, muh-miss. I'll take those from yuh-you."

She smiled again, a bright light in the otherwise dim library. "Mia, not Miss, okay?" She passed the books back over to him. "You're one of the boys from Monsville? I haven't met anyone from that dorm yet. I hope they're all nice as you are...?" She paused at the end of the sentence, the rising inflection asking him to fill the missing information.

He took the books carefully, so as not to accidentally touch her hands. "I'm, um. Muh-Mellow."

"Well, it's been nice running into you, Mellow." She tucked her own books under her arm, and gave a polite nod of her head. "I hope the next time we bump into each other, we don't drop everything." And with a giggle and a twitch of her long tail, she bounded off again for her destination, leaving behind just a slightly dazed Mellow and a slight waft of floral perfume.

"Yeah," Mellow sighed, and hefted the books in front of him. Hopefully, Leroy wouldn't ask what had delayed him.

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"I'm not cute." Punch scoffed unconvincingly, pushing his curls back from his forehead. "I'm a lot of things, but I wouldn't say cute."

"Not from where I'm sitting," Carol replied. She winked at him over the top of her glasses. "I know what I'm seeing, and what I see over there is a very cute boy." She made a little satisfied noise in the back of her throat, and watched as his blush made his freckles fade. "Why would you say otherwise?"

Punch opened and closed his mouth, and shifted his gaze to one side. "I dunno. I guess..." He puffed out his reddened cheeks. "I guess it's 'cause I'm big? I'm tall and strong, and ch—" He cut himself off. "No. Joker says I shouldn't say chunky. She called me 'thick', but I don't know if that's any better."

Carol laughed. "Your sister wants you to feel better about yourself. And so do I." She reached out, letting her hand cup his jawline. "Those things don't keep you from being cute. It's in your personality; the way you light up when you're excited, or how you look when you're focused on your work. Your silly moments and your happy moments and the softness in your eyes when you look at me." She smiled at him. "It's all cute."

Punch exhaled, leaning into her hand. "I guess you'd know, huh."

"Oh, why do you say that?"

He grinned at her. "Because you're cute."

[orionares]

BTHB: Concussion

BHTB: Concussion

Psych

@badthingshappenbingo

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“This song’s going to get to get stuck inside your- this song’s going to get stuck inside your- this song’s going to get stuck inside your heeaaaddd.”

“Did you know that nine chefs in the San Francisco area have already purchased the Cutter Knife 4000?”

“Hello, Mr. Spencer. It’s Mrs. Harley, Shawn’s teacher. I’m here with Shawn calling to inform you of Shawn’s choice in daring a student to jump off of a picnic table during recess today-"

So, his brain is on fire.

Goddamnit.

On the bright side, Shawn Spencer's brain isn't a literal fire like the time he had tried to light a small bit of hair with Gus at the age of seven to see if he would turn into the Human Torch.

Or the time he and Gus had started a small..ish fire in Gus' backyard in an attempt to see if ants would actually explode under a microscope.

Man, Santa Barbara Fire Department came by the house a lot.

No, this is a new beast- his normally eidetic, pineapple infused brain is now a broken record skipping through memories good and bad.

All because he had tripped and fell down a flight of stairs. While running with Gus. From a man with a gun that had-

“SHAWN! How many times did I tell you not to climb that tree? You and Guster are in high school for Pete’s sake!"

That one never made sense to him- the saying, not the totally justified tree climbing competition. Who the hell is Pete and what's his sake?

"The doors are closing…."

"Welcome to the California Academy of Sciences-"

"Welcome to the California Academy of Sciences-"

"Welcome to the California Academy of Sciences-"

At the rate and speed he's going, he may become the first person to die from his brain exploding….maybe.

"-ca-hr-me? Wha-ppened?"

Who's voice, who's irritatingly LOUD voice, is talking above him?

“He fell down a flight of stairs after being chased by a suspect.”

The second voice is compassionate and strong and an easy one to recognize- his beloved Jules.

“Miss-” A deep voice answers Juliet O'Hara with a smugness that Shawn could open his eyes and see but-

“It's Detective," Juliet corrects sharply.

“My apologies, Detective. Thank you for letting us know. Now back up and let us assess Mr. Spencer-"

Uh-oh. Another overload coming in 3...2...

"Spencer Shoes semi-annual sale coming straight to the Santa Barbara Area-"

"Spencer Shoes semi-annual sale coming to the Santa Barbara area-"

"No-Shawn, we can't go over and steal Santa's glove-"

"Yuh-huh."

"Nuh-huh."

"Yuh-huh."

"Nuh- huh."

"Sirs , you need to leave the store. The Santa display is for those under 12."

Behind his shut eyes, Shawn tries to pull up anything to organize the catastrophic meltdown of his magnificent brain. The only thing that pops up is the explosion of pain at the back of his head hitting the last stair.

Head hitting concrete means concuss-

"More than one million individuals injure themselves on stairs, resulting in injuries such as concussions-"

"I triple dog dare you to spell concussion without using your phone-"

The doctor's voice scoffs, "Once we can do a neuro- wait, is he shushing us? What in the hell- why is he shushing? Why is my patient shushing me?"

Because you're loud, duh, he wants to say.

“Did he just say ‘duh’ to me?”

Whoops- came out loud.

Juliet sighs and retorts, “ My husband is trying to tell you that we’re talking too loud. It happens when he gets a concussion-”

“Ma ‘am-”

“It’s Detective and I’m telling you the in’s and out’s of my husband. I also work with him in my job as a police officer-”

Shawn winces at the sudden wave of pain across his forehead and the next round of spiraling, loud thoughts.

"Jules?"

"Do you ever confuse SBPD with SFBD?"

"Shawn? Go back to bed."

The overwhelming pressure growing in his head from the loud, uncontrollable thoughts are getting worse.

“Shawn! SHAWN! I know you two can hear me up there?”

“We can’t hear you, Dad! We’re ‘splorin!”

“Exploring and like many criminals I’ve arrested, you’ve just given yourself up. Are you going to surrender peacefully or will I need to send up SWAT?”

What would SWAT storming an attic to find two six year olds look like? Shawn feels a hand on his arm and he attempts to push the hand away. The motion triggers a louder, more painful overload of thoughts and memories that brings tears behind his eyes.

“I swear, you two are going to make my brain explode!”

“Never ever, Lassie- Loo- Hoo. We’d never intentionally annoy you into your brain exploding. Accidently, is a different story.”

He can feel Juliet’s hand on his cheeks but can’t hear anything words from anyone around him. Shawn chokes out a sob followed by a plea, “Jules, make it stop.”

He doesn’t feel the sedative injected into his IV or hear the directions from the doctor and Juliet. Shawn Spencer only feels the noise erupting in his brain and the pain throbbing in his head and then finally, silence and unconsciousness.

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“How is he?”

Juliet turns her head to the door to Gus, staring sadly over to a sleeping Shawn. He steps further into the dimly lit room close enough for Juliet to see the stiches across his forehead and left forearm. She can also see the guilt in Gus’ eyes at the differences in their injuries.

“Don’t beat yourself up, Gus,” Juliet says. She sits up straighter in her chair as Gus approaches the foot of the bed and nods towards Shawn. “All I got was a few scratches and Shawn got a concussion,” Gus replies. “He pushes me out of the way from getting slammed against the wall and ends up getting pushed down a flight of stairs.”

“He’s ok, Gus. He did have some of his-”

“Concussion brain?” Gus finishes. Juliet and he stare at each other before sharing a soft chuckle.

“That wasn’t the term I wanted to use in front of the doctors, but yes,” Her smile falters at the moment the Doctor Calhoun had injected a sedative into Shawn’s IV. “It got really bad this time. They gave him a sedative.”

Gus inhales in and out slowly before asking, “How are you holding up?”

“I’m worried and….sad...and scared,” Juliet admits. “I wish there was a way that could help him through when he gets like this. I wish I could see inside his mind- have an answer on how to help calm things down.”

Unexpectedly, Gus snorts and motions over to Shawn. “You don’t need to do any of that, Juliet. I’ve learned about fifteen years ago...about the time Shawn was irritating a certain , as Shawn would call him, Lassito and his partner, that there are three things Shawn needs whenever he’s heartbroken or injured. Jamaican tacos, pineapple smoothies and you.”

“And I have him,” Juliet states with a smile. “But you have to cover the tacos and the smoothies.”

[maraudersbutmuggle]

It's good to see you again. Part 8.

Check out Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 , Part 5 , Part 6 & Part 7.

Content Warning: HIV/AIDS and problems surrounding it. Depression.

August, 2018.

"Remus?"

"Over here!"

Remus saw Grant approaching with a smile on his face. Remus concluded this was the best Grant. Happy Grant was so handsome. Remus smiled as Grant leaned in for a kiss.

"I jus' talked with the doctor" Grant took a seat next to him.

"And?"

"I'm not dyin'" Grant sighed.

"That's good" Remus said softly, now stroking Grant's blond hair.

Fuck the book he was reading. He even took off his glasses.

"I need to take some meds" Grant continued "An' I could 'ave a normal life... Like anyone else..."

Remus nodded. He knew all of this. He had secretly read a lot of Grant's condition lately. But of course Grant would trust a doctor.

Remus had focused all his life in Grant and his condition. That was more important than any depression he had. And Grant had been so strong. He had cried a couple of times. But now he even joked about it. Remus didn't know how he could do it. How he could be so strong.

Now Remus' issues seemed silly.

"An' turns out I can 'ave sex" Grant winked.

Remus tried not to giggle.

"That's good news for you..."

Grant poked out his tongue.

"I reckon no one would like to 'ave sex wif meh, though"

"I would"

Grant turned to look at him, and he grinned.

"Oh sweetheart" he snorted.

"Honestly, I'm not scared" Remus said confidently "Maybe some people will think your dick is a tickling bomb..." he smiled. And Grant let out a chuckle "But not me"

Grant stared into his eyes. And Remus realized he couldn't get over the ocean blue.

"Wha' did I do to deserve yeh?"

"I think is the other way around"

Grant kissed him. And Remus kissed him back. Remus just didn't care about his feelings anymore. He wasn't scared to fall for Grant. How could he? Grant was amazing. Why not fall for him? Remus wasn't scared anymore. So he let his chest go warm, and his heart beat fast.

"I need to tell the boys now" Grant hissed.

"Alright" Remus nodded, putting back his glasses. Grant smirked, he had said Remus looked sexy in them "I'm gonna help you"

"Are yeh gonna call them fo' meh?"

"No Grant" Remus giggled touching his cheek "What am I, your assistant?"

Grant pouted.

"I think is a call you have to do yourself, honey"

Grant sighed, then he nodded. Remus knew it would be difficult to be in his shoes.

"So... we are gonna make a list" Remus grabbed a piece of paper and a pen

"A list?" Grant grinned.

"Yeah a to-call-list of all your lovers"

Grant laughed at this. Remus loved to make him laugh.

"Do yeh thin' I'm dat slutty?"

Remus raised an eyebrow.

"Names..."

Grant giggled.

"And you have to be honest, if you want me to help you"

Grant looked at him for a while.

"Think about your shags, three months ago"

Grant nodded, and opened his mouth.

"Alrigh'..." he hissed "Amm..."

"Jeremy" They both said at the same time. That was obvious for Remus. So he wrote it down.

"That's gonna be hard..."

Jeremy was the other bloke that Grant hang out with. Not only had sex. Remus knew Grant somehow had feelings for him. Jeremy had felt like a competition for Remus many times.

"Who else?"

"Scotty..."

Remus nodded

" 'E passed it to meh"

"Dear old Scotty" Remus joked. Grant snorted.

"Next?"

"Yuh..." Grant smiled "Thank God yeh don' 'ave it"

Remus knew that he was special for Grant. And he liked that.

"Anyone else?"

Grant started thinking, rubbing his own neck. Remus prayed the list was short. For Grant's benefit and Remus' jelousy.

"That bloke from the bar... The cute one with brown skin..."

Remus had seen Grant dance with him plenty of times.

"Rafael"

"Yeah..."

"Do you have his number?"

"I can write 'im on Facebook"

"Grant, love" Remus shook his head "Probably ask for his number first, before dropping the bomb"

"Yeah yeah"

"Okay" Remus sighed. Two blokes. It would be fine. "Tell me we're done"

Grant bit his lip.

"Oh we're not done, okay" Remus said "Who else?"

Grant didn't answer. He started biting his nail.

"Grant you have to be honest with me" Remus warned "Grant..."

"A married bloke..." he whispered

"Sorry?"

"A married bloke"

"A married bloke?" Remus gasped

Grant nodded embarrassed.

"One of the gay dads that wants to adopt a kid at work"

"Oh fuck..." Remus sighed.

"Yeah, I'm a slut, aren' I sweetheart?"

Remus smiled at him. Remus didn't judge him. He couldn't.

"You whore..." he teased.

Grant giggled, hitting Remus' shoulder.

"So just three guys" Remus said looking at the list "Who do you want to begin with?"

Grant stared at the list like a kid about to give a test he hadn't studied for.

"I can start texting Rafael on Facebook, to say hi"

Remus sighed, stroking Grant's hair.

"Good luck, love"

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Jeremy waved at them from the spot he was waiting in, near the beach. Remus and Grant waved back. Remus could tell Grant was breathing hard. He was nervous.

Rafael had yelled at Grant in spanish and hang up. And the other bloke had cried for hours on the phone, and Grant had to calm him down. Grant didn't know their test results, he didn't want to know.

"Yeh should probably wait 'ere"

Remus sighed. He wanted to go with him, be there to support him. But it wasn't his decision. Remus nodded.

Grant started walking towards Jeremy.

"Grant?" Remus called him back.

Grant turned to look.

"Good luck"

Grant gave him a tiny smile, before getting his way towards Jeremy.

Remus took out a cigarette. He perhaps was more nervous than Grant. Probably Jeremy would tell everyone. All Grant's friends. Or so called friends.

Remus began smoking as he observed Grant and Jeremy hugging as a greet. And they began talking. Grant seemed to be choosing very carefully his words. He wasn't looking at Jeremy. He kept looking to the floor, the beach, Remus, anything else. And Jeremy had a confused expression. He kept side glancing at Remus, as if he was the problem.

Then Grant stopped talking, and he kept staring at the ground. And Jeremy seemed very pale. And then he started screaming. Screaming so hard, that Remus could hear him, even if they were far away.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD DO THIS TO ME! ARE YOU KIDDING ME? THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING" Jeremy seemed super aggressive. And he was pushing Grant as he spoke. Grant wasn't doing anything to defend himself. Remus turned off his cig. "WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO TELL OTTIE... FUCK GRANT... YOU LITTLE SLUT..."

So Remus ran towards them furiously, and he pushed Jeremy away.

"Get your hands off him, wanker" Remus grunted.

Jeremy was panting, it looked like he was about to cry.

"No no... You don't understand how he fucked my life..."

"Relax, man. You haven't even got tested"

"I'm upset, aren't you upset?" Jeremy sounded scared.

"Yeah..." Remus said carefully, he knew Grant was listening "But I got tested as well, like a responsible adult, and I didn't blame Grant"

"He's a little slut"

Remus got furious.

"Don't fucking start!" Remus said, raising his voice "You are not a freaking child. You're a grown ass adult who took the fucking decision to be with Grant, multiple times" he snorted "Grant didn't know about the illness when he shagged you. And for that matter, you're a fucking slut too! You and your little girlfriend!"

Jeremy was shocked.

"You shag who the fuck you want. She shags who the fuck she wants. If Grant doesn't pass it to you, I'm pretty sure you'll get it anyway"

Jeremy snorted, shaking his head.

"And don't you call Grant names in front of me, you manipulative son of a bitch!" Remus continued "I know Grant only stood your bullshit because he had feelings for you or some shit.... But that doesn't give you the right to be an asshole. Grant doesn't deserve you"

Jeremy didn't answer. He kept side glancing at Grant. Who was behind Remus.

"Now go and get the bloody test, and grow up!"

It seemed like Jeremy didn't have anything else to say. Because he walked away. Remus watched him go furiously.

And then Grant started laughing. Remus turned to look at him. He was bouncing and grabbing his belly like a little kid. And Remus smiled because he had missed that.

"Fucking hell" Grant laughed "That was brilliant, sweetheart!"

Remus giggled embarrassed.

"That bloody wanker deserved it"

Grant kept laughing as he wrapped his arms around Remus' neck.

"Ye're bloody hot" Grant added. And he kissed Remus.

He kissed Remus' lips. And then Remus' cheek. Remus' nose. Remus' forehead. Remus' chin.

"My sweet love"

Remus laughed too. He was happy. He was really happy to be Grant's love.

"Yeh know wha'?" Grant said once he let a very flustered Remus go "I'm gonna buy yeh that telly"

Remus smiled, raising an eyebrow.

"Finally!"

Grant laughed.

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November, 2018.

Remus had a new job. Well an additional one. He had overheard some students discussing History events while they studied. And they had everything wrong. So Remus couldn't avoid correcting them. And they started asking questions. And Remus explained. Because he loved explaining history events, the way he used to do with his classmates back at Hogwarts.

"I passed the test!" one of the girls came bouncing into the Library.

"Great" Remus had answered awkwardly. The girls must've been fifteen or so.

"Remus was it?" she asked

Remus nodded.

"A bunch of friends and me were wondering if you would like to be our tutor?" she asked "We'll all pay you and all. Please! I need to get into a nice University"

Remus fought the urge to say Uni wasn't that important. But he stopped himself. He accepted. Because he had extra money, and he figured he loved tutoring people. Especially in History. Like his mum.

So they bought the T.V. between the two. And it had been an adventure taking it home. Yeah, Remus liked to call Grant's flat home. Even in his head, even if it was a small place. Even if Grant hadn't say it yet.

And for the first time in ages, Remus was seeing his future together with Grant. Grant and his family got along pretty well. Sophie was always asking about him.

Grant hadn't seen anyone since he was diagnosed. He didn't want to touch Remus as well. They just wanked each other occasionally. And Grant would always whisper: "I'm sorry, love". And Remus didn't mind. Honestly he didn't. He loved acting all couply with Grant.

They lived together. They visited Lyall and Sandra often. And they had a T.V.

"Oh shit... Fuck Grant quicker! My arms are burning!!"

They were getting the new telly inside the flat. And Grant was laughing at Remus' misery.

"Let's leave it here! Let's leave it here! Let's leave it here!"

"WE'RE ALMOS' DER!!" Grant yelled. And then he laughed again.

They dropped the heavy object in an empty spot by the end of the sofa. Near the window.

"OI!! Ma foot!" Grant groaned.

"Are you okay?" Remus asked worried.

Grant giggled "Yeah I was joking"

"Asshole" Remus smiled.

Grant kissed his cheek as they both observed their new acquirement.

"Great" Remus put his hands on his hips "Now we have to take it off the box"

Grant tried not to smile.

"Let's do it"

"Now?"

"Come one, lazy boy!"

"Bu' I'm sick"

Remus snorted "Don't you dare play that card on me"

Grant giggled again.

So they began tearing the box open. And as they worked, Grant spoke. Now in a serious tone.

"Hey, darlin'..."

"Mmhm?"

"Would yeh..." Grant cleared his throat "Would yeh like us to be exclusive?"

Remus stopped working. Remus stopped breathing.

"What?"

Grant was nervous, trying not to blush.

"Yeh know..." Grant shrugged.

Remus smiled. He smiled so widely.

"Are you asking me to be your boyfriend?"

Grant shrugged. But he was smiling. He was blushing.

Remus thought what it would mean. Being Grant's boyfriend. Being someone's boyfriend again. Someone else's boyfriend.

Remus was suddenly kind of scared. He had given everything before. He had fallen in love with Sirius without caution. He had made him his life, his world, his happiness. Although it had been beautiful, and Remus was on top of the world for a while, when everything was over, it hurt Remus like nothing before.

And now, Remus wanted to go through that again. He was ready. But this time, he was going to be careful. Remus knew what to do. How to treat Grant. How to be a good boyfriend. How to take care of himself. Because Sirius had taught him that.

There was still a part of him that missed him, that missed his friends. But he wanted to try things with Grant.

Remus approached.

"Of course I would like to be your boyfriend" he whispered as he cupped Grant's face between his hands. And Remus kissed him.

Grant kissed him back fiercely. And Remus found himself smiling through the kiss. They kissed for a while. Taking some breath and continuing. And then Grant stopped.

"I wan' yeh so much, sweetheart" Grant confessed "Bu' I'm bloody scared"

Remus touched his cheek.

"Then we'll have to go very slow" he said "Like two teenage virgins"

Grant snorted. And Remus smiled.

"I'm not scared" Remus wasn't. Remus was ready to fall in love again.

So Grant kissed him again. And they slowly started taking off their clothes. And then Grant took a deep breath, before grabbing Remus' hand on his, and dragging him into the room.

They had to be careful. And neither of them enjoyed it that much. But they had touched. And it had felt nice to be that close again.

"Hey Grant?" Remus whispered afterwards, as Grant layed in his chest, and Remus was stroking his hair.

"Yeah?"

Remus wasn't sure to pronounce those words. It surely felt like it. His chest was warm, his heart was glowing, he felt a rush of energy and happiness. Maybe in a long time.

"I... I love...you"

Remus felt guilty somehow, but it was true. Those words were true.

Grant turned to look down at him.

He smiled.

"Luv yeh too, sweetheart" he said "Luv yeh too"

And they kissed again.

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February, 2021.

"Hey Remus!"

Remus looked up from the computer. He had been working for hours at the Library.

"I got into Uni of London!!"

Remus smiled. It had been almost two years since he had been tutoring Julie. And he was proud, considering the fact she had been one of his first students. And she asked him to do this in the first place. A job he loved.

Remus stood up and opened his arms for her.

"Come here!" he said. And Julie hugged him "I'm so proud of you Jules"

"Have I told you, you look sexy with glasses?"

Remus hissed "Many times" he nodded "Does Daphne know?"

"I'm planning to tell her today" Julie said embarassed "Do you think she'd want to come to London with me?"

Remus sighed. Highschool romance and all. He had been through that.

"Whatever happens Jules, just know that it was meant to be. And if you have to break apart, you'll find your way to each other again"

"Arrg" Julie rolled her eyes "You sound so experimented, like you were 40 or something"

"It feels like I am forty" Remus laughed.

"You're about to turn 25, drama queen" Julie rolled her eyes, and turned to leave.

"Just wait until you are my age!"

"Say hi to Grant for me!"

"Remember you still have graduation!" Remus sighed.

His phone rang so he picked it up.

"They grow up so fast" he said.

"You sound like a dad" the voice said "Please don't tell me you're a dad now"

Remus froze. He thought it was Grant. No one else called him. He had assumed it was Grant so he didn't check who was calling.

"Remus? Are you there?"

"I'm not a dad, James" Remus said carefully, now that he had found his voice "I'm not like you..."

James laughed. For a minute, Remus smiled enjoying that moment. It felt as if no time had pass. As if he had seen James last week, not five years ago.

"So how are you Remus? Everything alright?"

Remus was confused. Why would James Potter call him?

"I'm... I'm alright. You?"

"Fantastic!!" James beamed, if Remus didn't know how energetic he could get, he would've sworn James was drunk. And then he got nostalgic, James hadn't changed at all.

"Anyway... I'm calling because something great is happening..."

"Aha..." Remus waited for James to continue.

"I'm marrying Lily!" James exclaimed "Lily is marrying me! We're marrying each other. I'm marrying her, yes!"

"Oh my God..." Remus said, he didn't sound excited.

Because he was confused. And he felt guilty. He realized he didn't know anything about his friends... Former friends? Mary kept chatting with Grant. And Grant updated Remus about her. And Lily didn't write emails anymore. Only on special occasions, like Christmas or his Birthday. And Remus did the same.

The last time he knew something was when he saw Sirius in the paper, dating a famous girl or something. Abigail Whatever. And Remus had been so angry that he tossed the paper to the bin, before reading anything.

Sometimes, he entered Grant's socials and saw something there. How Harry had grown. How Peter met a new girl. How Sirius was rich and dated this girl. Sometimes it hurt. But mostly were pictures of them having fun without him. And Remus got so angry, he stopped looking.

"Congratulations..."

And now James was calling as if they were still good pals. It wasn't true. Remus was no longer part them. A long time ago.

"Cheers..." James snorted "I'm so excited. Finally! After a lot of waiting and issues..."

"Yeah..." Remus said, casually "Didn't you fancy her since you were fourteen?"

James laughed "I know! Blimey, ten years ago"

Ten years ago. It felt stupid to had been through so much with them. For what? Nothing.

"Anyway... I'm calling to invite you over, Remus"

What?

"You'd want me there?" Remus asked, hopeful.

"Of course, Remus" James said immediately "You're one of our best mates. A Marauder... Moony..." Remus hadn't heard that name in a long time. I caught him off guard. "Lily and I want you here"

Remus contamplated the two possible situations.

1. James and Lily were calling long time friends to fill the room. Probably they said the same to Frank, or Alice. "You're one of our best mates, we want you here"

2. James was being genuine, and he and Lily really missed him. Which made Remus feel guilty because Remus hadn't reach to them. And his new life and routine had made him not think about them as much.

"The ceremony will be next Saturday" James continued "I know you live in Brighton now, but you can come for the weekend. You can stay at ours. So you don't have to come back in the middle of the night. Oh... And you can bring... Lily told me you... Grant, I believe it is?"

"I can bring Grant?"

"Yeah sure, mate"

"I'll...ah... I'll have to check if we're free"

They were free. At least Remus was. But he had to say that, in case he chickened out the last second. Because, knowing himself it could happen. Remus was a coward.

"Oh... of course Remus..." James said "I really wish you could come though. I mean, it's my wedding"

Remus felt guilty. Of course it was James wedding. James and Lily's wedding. James and Lily. They were part of his family once.

"I'll do my best, James. Don't worry"

"Cool... " James sighed in relief "I'll see you there then"

"Yeah..." Fuck, Remus was accepting.

"Remus?"

"Yeah?"

"It will be so nice to see you after all this time"

James hang up. And Remus was left with nothing more to say.

"It would be so nice to see you" Was it true? It would be lovely to see everyone. Remus thought about James silliness when it came to Lily, the way he rubbed his hair, did he still do that? He thought about Lily, her softness, and smile, her "free hugs" to make Remus feel better. He thought about Peter, and his way to make Remus laugh, how much Remus liked to tease him. He thought about Marlene, the way she pretended she was a badass but loved everyone. And Mary... Was Mary going? Remus hadn't asked. He hoped. Mary was the glue to their group, the life of the party.

And he thought about...

Oh no...

That was a different story. Because Remus now, was overwhelmed by a sea, an ocean of his memories. The laughs, the conversations, the kisses, the touches, the fights, the reconciliations, the 'i love you's, the breakup. He had enough to write a book. He had been part of Remus' life for almost ten years.

Remus shivered. He was going to see him again. He was going to see Sirius again.

[kvmberly]

superficial love.

20 day song imagine masterlist | main masterlist

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

pronouns: she/her

genre: angst, fluff

warning: nothing yuh

a/n: sorry if ur favorite candle sent is vanilla

word count: 700

synopsis: she's tired of hiding their real relationship and tired of feeling unimportant, so he fixes it. In a bucky way.

The sent of Bucky left the bed and her overwhelming joy left her body. Just in an instant, he was gone. She knew what she signed up for when they got together but that didn't make it hurt any less.

Some days she wished he would talk to her more. She wished that their relationship would be more than what meets the eye.

He's new to all this. That's what she had to keep reminding herself. The man hasn't been on a date since in years. But she still finds herself craving the romance in novels. The "honey i'm home" love or even the "i can't live without you" romance. The love that takes your breath away. Not superficial. Not fake.

Of course she loved her Bucky. They've known each other since he joined the team. They've been on missions together and even made memories together. So when he came up to her and asked if they could keep their relationship on the down-low, she was hurt.

Did he not want anyone to know he was in love with her? Was he embarrassed of her? She didn't know. She should've questioned why but being in love makes you do stupid things. Love struck things.

"Y/n. Do you have any requests for your mission with Bucky?" Natasha said snapping y/n out of her thoughts.

Y/n looked towards the rest of the team in the living room. Was she. daydreaming? "Sorry." Y/n exhaled, "Can I maybe get another partner?"

The room was silent. Y/n looked towards Bucky seeing his face fall. She didn't want to hurt him. She loved him, but she needed time away from him. At least that's what she thought.

The meeting was over and y/n suited up and went on the mission with her new partner, Steve. Bucky's best friend. Great.

"Trouble in paradise?" Steve asked, while walking to beside her through the home.

"I guess."

"You know y/n, he cares about you." Steve said.

"So why does he he shut me out when I suggest taking it farther." She asked.

"I don't know, why don't you ask him right now?" Steve said, his voice getting farther from her.

"Wha-"

Y/n turned around to see Bucky smiling sadly at her. "James."

"Really? You're going to James me?" Bucky asked.

She ignored him.

Bucky sighed and softly grabbed her arm, stopping her from continuing. "Tell me what's going on y/n."

"You're stopping me from going. on a mission." Y/n said getting a tad annoyed. So he wants to talk about this now?

"I thought we were doing good! Why don't you want to be with me?"

"What!? James, all i ever wanted is to be with you! You are the one who shuts me out!"

"Y/n-"

"And it makes me feel so. unimportant! It makes me feel like you're using me!"

"Really?" Bucky was absolutely shocked. He had no idea she even felt this way.

"Yes. And now, I have a mission to do. With Steve." Y/n walked away.

-

The mission went smooth but y/n couldn't help but think about Bucky the whole time. Was she too harsh on him? Her emotions got the best of her.

"Bucky?" Y/n called from the front door of his room. She was going to apologize. Maybe she wasn't wrong, but she did feel bad.

There was no answer so she cracked his door open. It was dark but the room smelled of vanilla. "Bucky?" Y/n flipped on the light switch and saw Bucky holding a candle at the edge of his bed.

"Hi."

"Bucky. What are you doing?"

"Saying sorry with your favorite candle?"

Y/n sighed walking towards him and sitting next to him. The two sat in an uncomfortable silence until Bucky spoke up. "I'm sorry I made you feel unimportant. You mean so much to me and even though I. suck at this talking stuff-"

"Yeah, you do." She laughed

Bucky laughed, "Yeah I do. I want you to feel important. What can I do?"

"Well." Y/n blew out the candle, "You could start by actually learning my favorite candle sent."

Bucky laughed, "Deal."

-

i have doja cat stuck in my head rn-

- kimberly