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andy-wm · 1 year ago

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3D by JK (feat. JH) - my take.

Ok, unpopular opinion maybe, and I might get my ass beaten for this (not in a good way 🤣)

Feel free to disagree RESPECTFULLY.

Disclaimer: If anyone comes at me with that cancel bullshit I will block you, because we all get to have an opinion.

If my post enrages you, scroll past until you can be civil, then come back and talk. Or block me. I dont mind.

And don't tell me that because I don't love this song I have to hand in my ARMY card... I'm not going to.

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I'll start by saying I love JK so, so much. Adore him. Will always support him.

But for me, 3D is a misstep.

My feeling is Hybe should have reconsidered releasing it as it is.

JK's lyrics are fun and sexy. The innuendo is on point. The melody is great and the chorus has excellent sing-along value. Even though I'm not a huge pop music fan, I like the vibe.

The MV dancers are awesome, and I got a kick out of the fire hydrant metaphor.

And in that jacket with nothing under it, JK looks hot enough to melt asphalt.

However....

Including Jack Harlow's rap IMO is a mistake. It sucks, frankly. Not in a good way.

It not only misses the mark on the tone of the rest of the song but his lyrics are really just offensive. Misogynistic. And racial refrences are just... not cricket. It's 2023 not 1995, regardless of what his hairstyle tells you.

His lyrics sound like an incel bragging about their sex life when all they've ever done is watch porn. From his words, I doubt he knows how to please any person but himself.

His message is gross, but its still just... generic. Like he went to urban dictionary for spicy language and then googled how to treat women like shit. There's nothing original about what he's saying. He's not even being gross in an intersting way. It's gross AND boring.

(Jack, if you're reading this, sorry my guy you gotta do better.)

I've been army since 2018 and this is the first BTS song I have tried to find merit in and given up.

I honestly tried to be into it and i just... can't. It doesn't sit well with me.

This is a new experience for me because even when BTS release something i don't immediately love, i still stream and watch and let it sink in, or I work on figuring out what I am missing and why it's ACTUALLY good even if i can't grasp it.

This... it's just... not good, in my opinion.

I have to clarify here...

It isn't about explicit content, i am totally down for that. If anyone read my post on Seven, they will know my response to that song. In a nutshell, I believe all adults who want to, should happily and shamelessly be doing ALL the horizontal tango. Every type, every day, in every way. With anyone and everyone they fancy as long as all parties are informed and consenting adults who are equally enjoying the experience.

Yes. I am all about getting down.

That doesn't mean treating your partners like a body count or using and abusing them with no consideration. That's not cool.

**PSA: please be safe and use protection. Get tested regularly if you have multiple partners. Don't do anything you don't feel good about and dont stay with partners who harm or manipulate you 💜**

Now, back to the smut.

Some criticisms i saw of Seven were about how dirty it was. A few people were upset because JK said fuck, and because he sang about how and when he liked to fuck. But more criticism was levelled at Letto. Why?

It seemed like it was because she's a woman, singing about sex.

Letto totally owns her sexuality and she knows what she wants. I snorted with delight at how deliciously filthy her lyrics were. Some very clever wordplay made her verse so visceral, and pretty shocking to the pearl-clutchers, without her ever saying anything directly. I really enjoyed it.

She was telling us straight up how good she is in bed. Good for her. She totally rocks. And she wasn't disrespecting anyone. She didn't need to do that to make herself cool AF.

The difference between Letto's rap and jack harlow's is that jack sounds like he's just looking at the women he's singing about as a hole to stick his dick in. Women have fought for long enough for equality and respect. They don't need this bullshit. You can sing about getting down, and you can be absolutely filthy and nasty and wild, and you can do it without degrading your partners.

I did read a theory about this song being social commentary on toxic masculinity. You can find it here and you can read it below:

Its not bad as a theory. At least it wouldn't be if Namjoon or Yoongi or Hobi - or Jungkook himself - had written the song. If that were the situation we'd see some inkling of self awareness in the rap, and maybe a hint of character development. But there's none.

Sorry ARMY, this is not the class of lyricism we have come to expect.

If jack is trying to make a social statement^*, or play a character, he is not succeeding in showing any growth or humanity at all. He's really just that stereotype.

In the last few lines, after he offers to fly his victim from Korea to Kentucky, he says "and you ain’t gotta guarantee me nothing I just wanna see if I get lucky."

How considerate...

All I see is zero care factor about the actual person he's trying to get with. Which is quite different from JK's lyrics, which show awareness that he's interacting with a conscious, living human being, not a piece of furniture.

jack follows with "I just wanna meet you in the physical and see if you would touch me"

Ugh. Not with a ten foot pole, douchebag.

And how about, in his first verse "All my ABGs get cute for me"

Good god, really? Is he seriously saying this?

So its a no for me.

The ONLY saving grace is that there's an alternative version which is pretty fun. It's almost as if Hybe knew we would hate the version with jack harlow. Wow, such insight!

Now, i know that's not the only reason they made an alternative. They needed a clean version for US radio play (let's be real, what possible other purpose can this song serve? *°)

But they could have censored jack's... actually they couldn't. The rap verses can't be salvaged. They genuinely have no merit, the only hope for the song is totally removing them.

What does that tell you?

ARMY will no doubt still chart the main track but personally, I would feel morally compromised if i supported that version. So I'll stick to the alternative and hope for better things to come.

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^* Stylecaster doesnt think so either. I visited their website to check thr lyrics. They said, of D3, "Meanwhile, Jack Harlow brings the cool with his two verses as he raps about all the women he could pull"

Uh, really? I hope that's intended to be ironic.

*° The MV had only 4.5million views after 12 hours. And we know what brilliant strategists Hybe employs. I am travelling in Korea right now. There was no promo visible here. And it was no accident that it was released at lunchtime on Chuseok - the biggest famiily holiday of the year - when relatively few people in Korea would be available to engage with it. THEY KNEW IT WAS A STINKER.

#jeon jungguk #jungkook #bts jungguk #bts jungkook #jungkook 3d #hybe entertainment #bighit

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xiiaomii · 8 months ago

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BEN Drowned

Headcanons !!

Disclaimer before someone comes for me.. this is all my au!!! No, I am not using ‘my au’ as an excuse to be weird btw !! Majority of this won’t be canon in any sense and most of my account is nothing like the canon character.. so please don’t use my blog as a way to get canon information!! Just thought I’d put it out there before someone shits on my posts because it’s bound to happen soon 😞

Ben is the biggest blue razz flavour lover, aside from Laughing Jack, anything in that flavour he will absolutely devour it. (Totally canon, I’m Ben’s left big toe)

He will sometimes forget to eat, drink, change clothes and shower to play video games because of how infatuated he is with the game he is playing.

Flirts with all his friends in a joking way, everyone is his ‘pookie’ or something along the lines of that. Until he actually develops a crush on a specific person then he forgets his ‘flirting skills’ (that were never really skills, he just took some cringe pet names he overheard and started calling his friends them ironically).

Jokes about his trauma, you will rarely catch that mf talking about his past experiences in a serious, non-joking way. Doesn’t matter how bad his PTSD could be, he will never get caught being serious. (Probably a massive cry for help, just doesn’t know how to ask for it.)

Probably started vaping thinking it would make people in school like him, which it didn’t, then ended up doing weed to feel ‘happy’ with how everything was.

Sally is his little sister. Not biologically, he just kind of claimed her as a sister and she agreed since Ben is the only male in the house she can trust (since they’re similar in age range, Sally being 12 and Ben being 14 in my au).

RAGING aquaphobia, panic attacks and all sorts being near a certain amount of water he could be drowned in, not that anyone would do that to him again. Ben and Jeff was hanging out in the forest together once and Ben accidentally fell into a lake and started fully sobbing, first time he was caught crying by another creepypasta.

He was definitely one of them people with braces since the age of like 12 for having fucked up teeth, absolutely hating them and getting called train tracks at school atleast once a day.

Because he prefers to have longer hair, he probably forgot to cut his hair loads of times until he started to notice it turning into a bob hairstyle and cut it.

Grunge style, definitely called emo shit ton of times when he was alive and in school.

Somehow always smells of Lynx Africa.. (that one deodorant literally EVERY mf teenage boy has.)

Thanks for reading!! I really enjoy making head canons for creepypastas and seeing people genuinely enjoy my posts makes me so happy omg 😭🫶!! <3 Honestly, I’m 99% sure most of this fandom is built off headcanons anyways BUT I’m so glad I’m not getting shitted on for having some interests 🫶🫶. Saying that, I know not much of this is canon in the slightest but I’m planning on writing a story for my AU where it’ll make more sense soon!! <3 Also, might make a pt.2 for my Sally Williams head canons!!!!!!!!!

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#creepypasta #creepypasta blog #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta headcanons #xiiaomii #ben drowned #ben drowned headcanons #sally williams #jeff the killer

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spidrgrl · 15 days ago

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hey >_> Ur talking a lot about this MSPFA youre making?? Bloodboil? it sounds really cool.. can we have any info about the story or something? :3 maybe the characters? Are any panels up yet? If you've already answered a question like this im sorry!! im just really interested :3

Yeah of course!!!!!!!!

So, every character is swapped with another (kinda except the author, lusii, and Ms. Paint), but it's not like your average swap, since they also get their classpects and moon reversed as well!

Jane is swapped with John, and Jane is now a Bard of Doom and John is now a Mage of Blood. Both sleep on Derse! Their last names are also swapped, and so is their genes when it comes to ectobiology. Jane Egbert and John Crocker, respectively. (Since I've already showed Jane in her regular outfit and her godtier, I'll show her like this)

hegegegg look at John's squinty lil eyes

That boy can NOT see shit

Roxy is swapped with Rose, and Roxy is a Knight of Light and Rose is a Witch of Void! Both sleep on Prospit. As said earlier, their genes are swapped ectobiologically, but their last names get swapped with the Striders. Here's Roxy and Rose Strider! (I'll show Roxy in her little godtier garb)

They're both adorablee

Dirk is swapped with Dave, and Dirk is a Sylph of Mind and Dave is a Rogue of Space; both sleep on Prospit. What I mean by they're swapped ectobiologically is that Dirk Lalonde is related to Roxy Strider, and Dave is not related to Rose Strider. Remember, these two are copies of the originals, but they're swapped completely! Here's Dirk and Dave Lalonde!

(If you notice the thickness of the hair being different no you don't that's totally purposeful and I'm totally good at editing sprites)

Jake and Jade are swapped, Jake has Thief of Rage as his classpect and Jade has Seer of Time as hers, and they both sleep on Derse!

Jake is just the PEAK of fashion, isn't he? (Don't let him know he isn't, he'll get pissy)

ALSO JADE! GOD I LOVE HER HAIRSTYLE AND HER LIL OUTFIT

Some other characters that are swapped:

Aradia and Sollux

Tavros and Terezi

Karkat and Nepeta

Kanaya and Equius

Vriska and Gamzee

Eridan and Feferi

Doc Scratch and Snowman

Wayward Vagabond and Spades Slick & Jack Noir & the rest

Dersites and Prospitians

A couple of panels are out, and there will be more soon! If you'd like you can put comments on some of them for suggestions of new panel commands and they might be implemented in the comic!!!!!!!!

#vriska #homestuck #mspfa #mspfanventures #mspadventures

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alpineshift · 4 months ago

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(idk if anon asks with links get eaten by the void so I sent it twice, this time without a link to example)

Not so much a prompt but could you add a version of Jack with his hair tied back? Like cute little half up Dutch braids?

Thanks for all the bullet stories!!!

the ask with the link survived! Adding the braid tutorial here.

I'm sorry I'm not sure what you mean by version 🥲 so I'm gonna yap about a bunch of the prompt fills with a Jack that's finally got access to a hair tie - I hope this works!

First off - already in love with the image of Jack with his hair done up (and since he's already keeping his hair longer IRL - this is perfect). I think it comes down to which Jacks in which universe would find a use for tying his hair back.

The fixer verse - this is a practical look. this is a jack who throws his hair up in a messy man bun while he gets down on the garage floor to service his motorcycle. It's the second love of his life after Nico, so he's often tinkering about. It's just logical at this point to tie his hair up, though he does save a couple of 'messy bun' tutorials on tiktok to follow bc he thinks it'll keep his hair up longer.

Ghost hunters verse - this is the late night editing look. this is the 'I'm a pile of hot garbage and I'm tired of scrubbing footage' look that still somehow works for Nico. This is the Jack that's holed up in one of the editing rooms at the office, finally switching out his contacts for glasses, hair held back with a shitty dollar tree claw clip that's somehow outlasted several pieces of expensive ghost-hunting equipment. Nico has a theory that clip is the one that's haunted...

Secret forest witch!Nico verse - Jack manages to tie up the front of forest cat!Nico's hair into a silly sprout shape and just about kills himself laughing. Then he has to go and do the same hairstyle on himself so a grumpy Nico would talk to him again (they're so in love with each other.)

Post apocalyptic/TLOU verse - there are, unfortunately, not a lot of barbers hanging around after the end of the world. hairstyling is the last thing on anybody's minds, least of all Jack and Nico's. their hair grows long, tangled, and eventually both of them just start tying everything back to keep it out of the way. when the length gets unmanageable (tangles, matted, at risk for getting caught in things or grabbed), they'll cut each other's hair with what's available. there's something quietly intimate about it all, to trust someone at your back and with your hair, that neither take for granted.

Meeting the family verse - Nico walks into the living room one day to see Jack chatting with his older siblings; he and Luca going back and forth about hockey regulation while Nina sits behind Jack, working his hair into a short but intricate braid. His sister catches his eye and grins; he's far more patient than you, Nicky, and his brother chimes in he looks better too. Jack blushes and laughs and asks Nico well? does it look nice? and Nico swears his heart has swelled three times its size.

Exes/rockstar AU Jack - this Jack does the full half-up dutch braids. He's in the showbiz, he knows he looks good, and it does actually keep his hair out of the way when he's running around or headbanging on stage. this hairstyle appears more often in older photos or videos before the band skyrocketed to fame; diehard fans often bemoan the fact that he doesn't style his hair that way anymore and jokingly begs bring back the braids! (Truth is, Jack can only ever get one side of the braids right; he's always had Nico to fix the other side before a show, up until he didn't.) A lot of their fans were pretty disappointed Jack couldn't make it to the All Star Festival with his concussion, especially since their next appearance wouldn't be for another few months. But there's an air of excitement when Captains finally rock up as the evening's entertainment at the annual NHL awards, followed by everyone in the pit losing their absolute shit when the stage lights come on and Jack launches into the opening riff for Silver Chalices with his hair tied back in perfect, matching Dutch braids.

#thank you anon! I'm saving the braid tutorial btw it's so cute ❤️#asks #anon #prompt fills #long post

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the-consequence-of-imagination · 1 year ago

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So I made that Circle of the Spores druid, and her *very first* roll was a nat 1. This gal knows jack shit about the squiddies.

(Details about her below the cut)

She's a Seldarine Drow named Olea and her mother is an alchemist in Baldur's Gate; one time she took Olea on a trip to the Underdark to gather some ingredients & Olea just fell in love with it & after a fight with her mom she ran away to live with a myconid colony. Then years later she decides to come up to the surface to visit & try to make up but guess what! Get yoinked ya spoof (spore doof)

I might break out the appearance editor (god I wish it didn't make you start from scratch though,,,, I understand why it would be difficult to have it start with your current appearance though) and change her eye color to purple (I originally was gonna have her makeup/tattoos be light blue but ended up changing them & didn't change her eye color) and I also forgot to do lip color.

Hairstyle is from Tav's Hair Salon, makeup/tattoos from CovenElf's Tattoo and Makeup Collection (and their color mod). I got the blacksmith scarf, nymph circlet, drow bracers, and the dyes to change them from Basket of Equipment. Also I highly recommend Pouch of Wonders (I like it more than the tutorial chest potion mod, especially in conjunction with Bags of Sorting). It took me a few hours to figure out how to install them properly but mostly because I had another mod that prevented Pouch from working & also I was just a complete dumbass about how Bags was supposed to work but in retrospect it's not that difficult.

#[I hear from the witches]#Olea.bg3

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fishy-xp · 2 years ago

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my top five kinnporsche characters

this is just for fun! also let me know y'alls tooooooo

No.5 - Chan

he's competent and he's hot, i rest my case

No. 4 - Big/Ken

i mean they're technically the same person, just let me have this okay. i loved everytime these two were on screen. they are the mean girls, the bad bitches, the popular girls. everything about them, i love. also ken gave us the single greatest line in kinnporsche

No. 3 - Vegas

red is my favourite colour that's a lie. but come on, what's not to love? he's an evil pathetic little babygirl who keeps a hedgehog in the sex dungeon. he reads, he's a businessman, he can cook, he cares for his little brother but he's got the moral compass of a roulette wheel. he's a murderer, he's a sadist, he's a slut. HE RIDES A FUCKING MOTORCYCLE????? *chefs kiss*

No 2 - Macau

if this wasn't fucking obvious??? i am a slut for the sin city brothers and my entire tumblr is practically dedicated to this funky lil sweater man. i love him, i want nothing but the best for him. i hope he's happy, i hope he's well fed, i hope he never experiences sadness in his life. i love him. *holds gently*

Honorable Mentions

ep 1 + 2 feral gremlin porsche in his raccoon era (what's not to love?)

gameplay as porchay in this one scene - adorable (even though barcode did an amazing job, i keep thinking what could have been if gameplay played porchay hujgehrgujsetg)

filmania pete (the black uniform and the hairstyle, oh daddy) + pete's bar outfits (do you know how sexy you are?)

anytime timetay were the epitome of couple goals (and we ignore everything else, also jj chalach i'm look SO DISRESPECTFULLY BRO IS SO HOT AND I'M SO UNNORMAL ABOUT IT)

kinn during the cafe date <333

And No.1 is....Arm!

hahaaaaa is this a surprise? i feel like i'm a lot more vocal about macau but arm was was the first character i really latched onto. when he came in with the 'who's the nerd?', I HAVE NEVER GOTTEN ON MY KNEES SO FAST FOR A MAN I SWEAR- what's NOT to love? he's smart but does dumb ass shit, he's tech-savvy, he's super jacked, he's wears glasses, he's a foodie. he could be the next chan, but he's a lazy piece of shit that said oh hell naw to actual responsibilities and just watches series with khun all day because he can. he's loyal to a fault to his friends and i just know his dick is big on god

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #vegaspete #porsche pitchaya #pete phongsakorn #kinnporsche arm #kinnporsche pol #kp crack #porsche #kinnporche the series #kinnporche #kinnporsche chan #fishfoodforthought #kinn theerapanyakul #vegas theerapanyakul #macau theerapanyakul #tankhun theerapanyakul

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milkywaygg · 2 years ago

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Time’s Passing-Chapter 1 (FOP Fanfic)

AN: I received an idea from nalooksthrough on Tumblr and I thought I’d give it a shot since I like writing ideas that other people give me. I was going to write a little bit on an older Luna, and still plan on it, but I hadn’t really had much ideas towards that direction, but I promise it’s coming lol.

Since I’m writing this, I’ve gotten a few comments on how they liked Darren, and I was kind of starting to wonder why Darren is so likeable to people, despite being a fraudulent and a bit materialistic and hot-headed. Out of all 3 of the Cosma children, I always felt like Darren was the closest to Nora’s personality so I wondered what the charm was with him. Idk. Let me know what you think.

Clutching his stomach as it growled lightly, Darren Cosma, or “Schnozmo” as he liked to go by, stepped off the Fairy World bus on a cold, twilight December night, with only the street lights and shops illuminating his path. After he heard the bus behind him shut the doors behind him, Darren began floating towards a building with a neon green “Bar” sign glowing, alongside a picture of a martini glass with an olive in it. As he had gotten closer to the bar, Darren also started to catch glimpses of a warm white light, and rock music that reminded him of his sister Chelsea’s band, The Killer Fairies, with ear-splitting percussion and an excess of electric guitar solos.

Darren considered himself quite lucky that the state hadn’t thoroughly gone through his pockets after he had to turn in his clothes. As he took a seat towards the bar, alongside some female fairies that were casting him strange looks, Darren dug around in his jeans until he found his secret pocket, pulling out a nice $40 bill and handing it to the bartender.

“I’ll have a jack and coke.”, Darren grunted, “And I’ll have a burger slider with some fries.”

“Sure. You wanna start a tab?”

“Nah. I’m only here for a meal and a drink.”

The bartender left to give Darren’s order to the chef as he lied his head down on the table, all the exhaustion falling on his face as he contemplated his next move, trying hard not to fall asleep. He heard whispers from the women sitting next to him as the music started to die down, with only the sound of clinking plates complimenting the whispers.

“Isn’t that Darren Cosma?”

“Yeah, don’t bother buying him a drink. He’ll just use his good looks to charm you out of a few bucks. Hell, he’ll probably order the most expensive drink and a shit ton of food.”

“Who said I thought he was good looking? He’s got that big ass, ugly nose. I mean, he wouldn’t look too bad if he got a nose job, but even then, I don’t date criminals.”

“Yeah. He’s got no respect for women.”

“Hey!”, Darren shot up, finally hearing a familiar voice coming from behind him. Chelsea glared at the women sitting next to him, clutching her ruby red guitar in her left hard, as if she were going to use it as a club. “You weirdos come here often, shit-talking men like that?”

“Uhhh….”

“Pfft..yeah that’s what I thought. Leave him the hell alone, you freaks.”, Chelsea snapped, taking a seat on Darren’s left, opposite of the other two women. Darren stared at Chelsea with a keen interest, studying her immensely. She looks a bit older than what she used to when they were growing up, her eyes slightly baggier, and her face looked slightly aged. Her lime green hair was still a shaggy, long hairstyle topped off with a black beanie, complimenting her leather jacket and black jeans outfit, alongside maroon boots with gold spikes, reminding Darren of a skinnier version of a biker. Her jacket also had a patch of her band’s logo on the back, written with a green-flame font.

“Chelsea? Damn, how long has it been?”, Darren asked, smiling slightly at her. She shrugged.

“Lost count. How’ve you been Darren? Where’d you go?”

“Really? Have you been living under a rock or some shit?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t you ever read the news?”

“No. I’ve been way too busy to keep up with busy.”

“Let’s just say I’ve finally gotten a title for my reputation.”, Darren started, “I’m officially Fairy World’s first male prisoner since 10,000 years ago.”

“Woooow go figure.”, Chelsea frowned, rolling her eyes, “I keep telling you if you continued scamming people like that-“

“Alright alright alright, I get it! I didn’t come here for a nagging fest. Damn…”, Darren groaned, thanking the bartender that delivered his food, before taking a bite of his burger, feeling as if his tastebuds were finally getting the massage they deserved, “Oh my god..where have these been all my life?”

“Did you get the slider?”, Chelsea asked, “I dunno why you think they’re good. The meat’s dry as hell even with sauce.”

“Well, if you’ve had nothing but slop for the past 10 years, literally anything else tastes like heaven in comparison.”, Darren said, practically inhaling the rest of his burger before getting started on his fries, feeling his throat starting to tighten up from eating too fast.

“Damn Darren, those fries aren’t gonna grow legs and run away.”, Chelsea chuckled, before looking at her older brother with a somewhat worried look on her face, “So for the past few years, you’ve been in prison? How’s that been?’

“What do you think? It’s been a living hell, but I don’t think I’m ready to talk about it right now. I’ve got bigger problems”, Darren complained, “I dunno where I’m going to be staying this evening. At this point, it’s been so long since I’ve paid any rent that I’m pretty sure someone else is living in my apartment right now and probably got rid of all my stuff. I don’t have anywhere to go.”

“Eh..not necessarily. I know some apartments will let people sublease if the tenant is going away for a while. It probably depends on your contract. I’d try to find your landlord’s phone number and ask.”, Chelsea shrugged, “I’m actually staying at a hotel tonight, otherwise I’d let you crash. I’m sure Papa’ll let you stay at his place though. I’m sure he misses you.”

“Oh hell no, not after the 18,000 years of hell we’ve been through. I’d rather live out on the streets than go back to the scumbag we call a mother.”

“Heh…funny thing about Nora actually. She’s….gone.”

“Gone?”, Darren asked, ears perked up in interest, “Like, did she finally leave Dad or something.”

“No. She passed away a couple of years ago in a magic accident, kind of like Grandma if you remember.”, Chelsea explained, “Papa moved out of that old, crooked house, and is living in the apartments a couple of blocks down from here if you wanna head over there?”

“I don’t know if I can face him right now, Chelsea.”, Darren sighed, his usual cold, hard exterior melting somewhat, “I mean, I can’t imagine how disappointed he must be in me. Hell, wouldn’t surprise me if he flat out told me to go fuck myself.”

“Oh come on, since when has Papa ever turned you down? I think more than anything, he’d want to reconnect with you. You are his first born child afterall.”, Chelsea pleaded, “And It’s not like you have any other choice…other than Cosmo, but you’d be staying with his family too.”

“Family? Good lord, how much did I miss?”

“Quite a bit, but to be fair, I honestly really only know because Papa tells me. I’m not much more active in their lives as you are.”, Chelsea explained, “You remember Wanda? Cosmo’s girlfriend?”

“Yea”

“They finally got around to getting married, and they got knocked up with a girl. Think she’s about 10 or 12,000 now or some shit, don’t really remember. Papa also said he also overheard them thinking about possibly another child.”

“Oh really now. What’s the kid’s name?”

“Cassia, I think. You’ll have to ask Cosmo. I don’t know a whole lot about his daughter myself.”, Chelsea shrugged, before paying Darren’s bill, who looked at her in confusion as he had his own money out, “Keep your money. You’re gonna need it. Now come on, Papa’s not a very heavy sleeper. I’m sure we can wake him up if we get over there early. Enough.”

#fairly oddparents #fanfic #papa cosmo #Cosma family #nickelodeon

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wtfevenismypage · 4 years ago

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Maroon

request: Hey, could you do a Spence request where you're all at Rossi's mansion for the weekend for poker, pasta and cigars. Spence is getting Rossi's place ready with him, and the guys and won't shut up about how much he fancies you, and the guys all encourage him to tell you and you're at Emily's with the girls getting in the car for the weekend. They know how you feel about him, and how he feels about you. One evening, you're all super drunk and Spence blurts out his feelings for you. 🥰💕🥰

Warnings:Strong language, Pure fluffieness

A/N: This idea was absolutely adorable! I had a lot of fun writing it down!

Spencer wasn’t exactly subtle about his feelings towards you, anytime you were around, all he could focus on was you, the way your nose scrunched up when you laughed, the face of euphoria you made when you eat McDonald's after a long day, the frustration that exuded when you had a disagreement with Hotch (you’re the only one with the balls to argue with him) but he ended up ordering you to give up.

The only person on the team who didn’t know about Spencer’s love for you, was, well, you. You were too busy trying to keep your eyes off of him to notice his endearment for you. You had the same issue Spencer had, only you noticed how he tended to dart his tongue over his lips when he got nervous, or when he smiled at the sight of Henrey or Jack, the way he stuttered when he rambled around you, or the passion in his eyes when he talked about his mom.

Spencer didn’t exactly appreciate when the other members of the team teased him about his love for you, so when he got trapped with the men, getting ready for a party at Rossi’s mansion he tried to keep silent as to not drag attention to himself.

It didn’t work.

“I wonder if Y/N will wear a dress or a suit?”

Morgan spoke out, smirking at how Spencer’s cheeks turned bright red at just the mention of your name alone.

“I think she’ll wear a dress, you know she loves them, even if she wears suits to work. what do you think Reid?”

Rossi asked, all eyes turned to a blushing Spencer who was making fruit punch. He was avoiding eye contact, stuck at the thought of you in a dress, or a floral suit you would wear to a bar, either way you were stunning to him.

“She’ll wear a suit, she’s more comfortable in them, a dress makes her feel too fancy, she admires the idea of wearing dresses, but she doesn’t wear them because she doesn’t want people to view her as too feminine for being an agent. So she’ll wear a suit, most likely a black coat with a floral dress shirt and floral pants.”

He didn’t even notice the wide smile on his face that slowly spread as he spoke about you. He was lost in thought until Morgan and Hotch’s laughs brought hime back to the present.

“Dude, you are whipped for her.”

Spencer’s brows furrowed, stammering as his voice goes up five octaves.

“Shut up Morgan! I’m not!”

“You are! You’ve been staring at her for years! Every time she’s in the same room as you you just stare like a lovesick maniac! I mean come on man! You gotta tell her!”

“Reid, do you love Y/N?”

Spencer doesn’t even know how to answer Hotch’s question. Did he love you? He knew he liked you at least, but he wasn’t sure if he was ready to admit he was in love again. He hadn’t said it since Maeve... However, just by thinking of you again, he was sure.

“I do...”

--At Emily’s apartment (the girls)--

“I do! I love it so much! Thank you Penelope!”

Penelope had purchased personally designed dresses made for each of the women, yours was a simple, dark maroon silk dress, it ended right above your knees, flowing freely around your cleavage.

“I knew you would like it!”

“It kind of reminds me of that red suit that Spencer wore to Rossi’s party at that one bar that one time, remember that?”

The girls look at you confused, No one has ever remembered every outfit Spencer has worn, except for Spencer.

“You seriously don’t remember? C’mon! That was one of his best looks!”

“I beg of you just confess your undying love for him tonight.”

You click your tongue. The girls were more straight-forward with you than how the men were with Spencer, yes they teased you endlessly, but they also begged you to confess your love to him constantly. Sometimes they would even text you on the jet when you were sitting right next to him.

“Can’t. You see, Spencer’s an intelligent man, he would know that I’m lying.”

Groans all around the room. You, unlike Spencer, are great at hiding your feelings for the man as long as the man himself is no where to be seen. However if he was around, you became a rambling mess, Spencer just thought you were embarrassed that everyone was insisting you liked him.

“C’mon Y/N, you may be able to hide it when Dr. Genius isn’t around, but honey oh honey you do not see yourself when he’s around. You get all blushy and flustered and it’s adorable and it’s killing me that you won’t admit it!”

“I’m very sorry for killing you my dearest Penelope, but I can’t. Even if I did like him, which I don’t, I don’t even begin to compare to him in any way. He wouldn’t go for me if I were the last girl on earth.”

Your mood clearly decreased to a sad lump of emotion, your back slumping as you lean against a wall, looking down at your heels. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop loving him.

--At Rossi’s mansion (tha bois)--

“Oh my god we finally got him to admit it! You love Y/n Y/L/N!”

The men at Rossi’s mansion (which were somehow finished with getting the party ready) wouldn't stop messing with Young Dr. Reid. The poor man couldn’t even sit down without being teased.

“We finally did it boys! We got him to admit it!”

“Now we need him to tell her!”

That made Spencer’s head shoot up, confess to his friends that he loved you? Sure, why not. Tell you?

Abso-fucking-lutely not. He wasn’t even remotely ready for that.

“No. No! I’m not doing that! I can’t! Hotch, tell them I can’t!”

Hotch chuckles at the state of the fully grown man, the usually calm doctor had literal tears staining his eyes as he begged Hotch to stop Morgan and Rossi.

“Okay okay, leave Reid alone. The party hasn’t even started and He’s having a mental breakdown.”

A small ding rings out in the laughter of the men, Rossi pulls his phone out.

“Looks like the ladies are on their way over, finally, apparently there was a tiny issue so they might be a tiny bit late.”

--In Emily’s car (the ladies)--

“Intoxicate me now, with your loving now, I think I’m ready now...”

“I THINK I”M READY NOW!”

You and the rest of the women aggressively shouted the lyrics to Toxic while on the way to Rossi’s mansion. After your half-assed love confession to your girls, you had a nervous breakdown and broke out in tears for a solid ten minutes.

Penelope managed to get you up though, lifting your spirits with the power of Britney Spears.

JJ’s phone rings, and she pulls it up to her ear.

“Hey Hotch! Her outfit color? Why? Yeah it’s maroon, how did you-”

She pulls the phone away from her ear, looking at the rest of the dancing ladies. Y/n and Penelope were screaming random song lyrics while Emily records it, chuckling at the scene unfolding before her.

You weren’t even drunk yet and you were already excited, poker nights at Rossi’s were the best. He would select one person (occasionally two) to help him cook pasta, and cooking with him was super fun. Music would play in the background, making you drag random team members to the ‘dance floor’ and forcing them to dance with you.

They did end up enjoying dancing with you however, but they’ll never admit it.

“We’re almost there!”

--Rossi’s mansion (the entire team)--

“Oh boys! The party has arrived!”

Penelope yells out as the four of you walk in, champagne and beer resting in your hands. The others were probably in the kitchen, sat at the island as Rossi gets the ingredients for pasta out.

“We’re in the kitchen!”

You follow the sound of music and laughing Hotch to find three of four male team members sitting down. Spencer was missing. His absence immediately smacks the smile off of your face, looking around blankly for him.

“Where’s Reid?”

Smug, shit-eating smiles spread across everyone’s faces as you set the beer down, grabbing a handful of chips from a bowl and shoveling them down your throat.

“Pretty boy’s upstairs getting dressed. You gonna go join him?”

You fake a gag as a blush crawls up your neck. They didn’t know how much you actually wanted to.

If only I could...

You smirk before sitting down next to Hotch, bringing your hand to his hair and ruffling it around, laughing as he grimaces.

“Hotch, you should try new hairstyles. The ol’ sweep back look ain’t doing you justice.”

“I’ll wear my hair as I want to thank you very much. Now stop messing with it, as soon as Reid gets down here, he’s announcing who’s helping him cook.”

You giggle and pat the counter excitedly, looking at the ingredients Rossi’s pulling out.

“Those don’t look like ingredients for pasta Rossi...”

He looks up at JJ’s question, smiling with a wink.

“It’s not pasta. tonight we are making a classic Italian pepperoni pizza.”

‘ooooo’s and ‘aaaaaaa’s fill the room. Pizza sounded wonderful, especially considering all of the drinking you planned on doing tonight.

“We’re having pizza instead of pasta?”

Your head turned to the stairs to meet the excited voice of mystery. Your lungs froze as you meet Spencer’s eyes. He was wearing that damned velvet red suit that made you so excited.

It was as if the world had stopped when the two of you saw each other. He was adjusting his hair, but his hands pause when he sees you, he couldn’t stop the smile that spread when he noticed the colors of your outfits matched. It all clicked as to why Hotch and Morgan yelled at him to get back to his apartment to retrieve the suit.

Meanwhile you were struggling to tear your eyes away from him, you didn’t notice the matching velvet pieces, instead you noticed the stars in his eyes, the way he paused at the bottom of the stairs to smile at everyone, the happy smile that reached his starry eyes.

Neither of you noticed how everyone else snickered, or how they actually pulled their phones out, it wasn’t until Emily was shaking your shoulder and Morgan smacked the back of his head that you two snapped out of it, acting as if nothing happened and simply looked back at Rossi.

“Yep. And my helper will beeeeeeeeee...”

His finger moves around the room rapidly, before landing on you.

“Y/N.”

Groans and clapping fill the room as you walk to the other side of the island, wrapping an arm around Rossi.

“Alright, now the rest of you. Out.”

You say. laughing as they all leave, but you miss the way Spencer’s eyes travel over your body a final time before walking into the room with all the cold drinks.

“Alright,” you start, looking at Rossi with a wide smile, “Let’s get started.”

almost twenty minutes later you and Rossi were putting the uncooked pizza in the oven, the hooting and laughing of already-drunken FBI agents making you and Rossi laugh.

“Y’know, I’m shocked that Reid decided to drink. He never drinks around us.”

You say, smiling while watching the pizza darken. More accurately, Reid never drank around you in fear that Drunk Spencer would say something dumb. Or worse, that Drunk Spencer would confess his love for you.

“Yeah that is pretty weird.”

Rossi looked at you, you were laughing while watching him, a wide smile on your face as Emily and Spencer dance drunkenly together.

“So, just between you and I,” You turned to meet Rossi’s gaze, watching his shit-eating smirk spread, “How do you feel about the kid?”

You freeze up at the question, letting it bounce around in your brain as you watch Spencer laugh happily. Your heart ached at the sound of his gorgeous laugh. Like, it physically hurt.

“I love him... Oh god... I’m in love with him Rossi.”

You giggled a giggle of pure fear as you finally admit your love to yourself and to someone else. It felt scary, it felt so real all of the sudden.

“You finally admit it huh? Well, you should go after him before some other girl who isn’t nearly as brilliant as you sweeps him up.”

You laugh and shake your head, doubt swimming in your brain.

“Nah. There’s no way he would go for someone like me. He has three P.h.D’s and is literally a genius. meanwhile I can barely remember what I ate last night. It won’t happen.”

Rossi sighs. How dense could the two of you be? You two were in love with each other, yet you were so fucking blind.

Meanwhile in the other room, everyone was trying to get Reid to confess his love to you. He was like a drunken puppy that tried his best to listen to commands, but just couldn’t.

“Just go up to her and tell her you love her! I’ll steal her away if you don’t.”

That was Emily.

“Nooooooo! Don’t touch her! I love heeeeeeer!”

Spencer cried out from the floor. He was laid out like a starfish with an empty beer can in his hands. He didn’t know why he started drinking, but once he started, he couldn’t stop.

“Then gooooo!”

Spencer stood reluctantly, groaning as they all pushed him towards the kitchen.

You and Rossi watched in shock as Spencer ran into the kitchen, breaking out into tears when he met your eyes.

“Woah woah woah... What’s wrong Spencer?”

You ask, mama mode taking over at the sight of his tears. However you really weren’t expecting what happened next.

“Y/N!”

He yelled out before running into you, falling onto his knees before you while clutching your lower back and resting his head on your tummy.

“Wha-”

“I looooooooove you! ‘m in looooooooooooove with you!”

You froze up, not noticing how everyone was recording this from the couch, Rossi clamping a hand on your shoulder. You just kept petting his hair as he sobbed against your stomach.

“Hey, Spencer, bud, why don’t you stand up and tell her properly?”

He listens to Rossi’s advice, standing on his feet and grabbing your face in his hands before leaning in.

“What-”

He cuts you off with his lips, melding the two of you together as everyone cheers and claps. You were momentarily frozen, but you quickly kissed him back. You were eager to take whatever love you could get from him, even if he doesn’t remember in the morning.

When he pulls away, you simply stare in shock as he tries to pull you away from the kitchen, your gaze flashes over to Rossi, who simply ushers you off with the young genius.

“C’mon! We gotta get out of here!”

You giggled and laughed the entire train ride back to Spencer’s apartment, cuddling in his bed the entire night.

You weren’t sure what was going to happen in the morning, you only knew that you were spending tonight in his arms.

“Hey Spencer?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you too.”

He smiles against your skin, pulling you closer against his bare chest. He was warm against your semi-cold skin, making you smile into his neck.

You really didn’t want this moment to end ever.

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pointlesstrashyexistence · 4 years ago

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More Sam headcanons

Sam is the one who makes sure Jack knows how to take care of his hair. Dean has had the same hairstyle for the last 15 years and, as much as I love this man, I truly do believe he’s the type to use the sin that is 3-in-1 body wash, shampoo, and conditioner. Sam is the one who has to be like “No, those are completely different things, don’t listen to Dean. He’s still performing masculinity.” Cas usually just makes himself clean automatically so the intricacies of hair care and hygiene are a little lost on him.

We already know Sam is a theater kid and I truly do believe that they find the best quality bootlegs of broadway and off broadway shows that they can, and saves them to their laptop to watch later, often with the rest of Team Free Will. Jack especially enjoys the Disney ones although Sam thinks the Disney ones are the most obvious somewhat lifeless cash-grabs (the only exception to this is Lion King on Broadway which is still amazing), but has a soft spot for Frozen. Sam loves Cabaret. Cas appreciates musical theater as a modern reiteration of Ancient Greek theater and opera and favors Hadestown despite its creative liberties. Dean tries to appear uninterested but gets teary-eyed about Dear Evan Hansen.

Sam learns more American sign language through Cas. Cas is an ancient eldritch being who knows basically every language in the world and I believe is fluent in all forms of sign language. They mostly focus on learning ASL so Sam can sign with Eileen.

Sam can sleep with lights on and loud noise all around them. Youngest siblings are just kind of used to noise being all around them so we get used to learning how to do that.

Freshman year at Stanford, a lot of Sam’s clothes were hand me downs from Dean they didn’t want to get rid of. Because he felt safe enough to start experimenting, they would thrift through women’s sections of thrift stores and cut up and sew clothes to make new outfits for themselves. Sam was still comfortable with their masculinity and presenting as masc but enjoys how colorful and free clothes that make them more femme presenting are.

Because of this and Sam’s theater nerd background, I think Sam watches a lot of YouTube videos on sewing, fashion, fashion history, and costuming. Enjoys how fun and bizarre Micarah Towers is and the analysis of fashion trends and costumes by Mina Le and ModernGurlz

Because Sam is good at empathizing with people, he is also good at understanding what makes them tick and their deep insecurities. They can manipulate the shit out of anyone if they want to but choose not to (except with Jack because I’m sorry and I love Sam so much but Dean was kind of right when he called out Sam for claiming to care about Jack when he was also using Jack to try and find a way to open the portal). This also means that Sam can immediately devastate anyone by pointing out the thing they hate most about themselves like that John Mulaney skit about 13-year-olds

Often fine being left alone for long periods of time but will start little petty shit just because he’s bored like that scene from Parks and Rec where Ron asks who broke the coffee pot and everyone starts blaming each other and in the end Ron broke it but felt like everyone was getting too chummy. Sam in my mind is like the cat who you’re trying to find in the house and when you do its looks you in the eye while calmly pushing a glass cup off the table.

Sam is very interested in learning more about witchcraft and magic but realizes they are white and doesn’t really ascribe to any religion anymore since God turns out be just some guy who was a shitty absent father and later turns out to be an evil universe destroying tyrant and other gods are real. So he tries to be more moral and ethical in learning magic from other religious, ethnic, and racial groups and when encountering a closed practice respectfully leaves the practitioners and magic alone.

Sam and Jack’s father-son relationship is different from Jack’s with Dean or Cas. Sam understands Jack not quite feeling like he has a place in the world and being seen as dangerous and being so terrified of your power knowing it comes from this thing that is dark and evil but recognizing it is your power and up to you to learn how to control it and what you want to do with it. Taking care of Jack has also given Sam more perspective on how Dean raised him and furthers his respect for Dean and his understanding that part of why Dean continues to treat him like a child is because Dean was basically his father.

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holylulusworld · 5 years ago

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Winchesters x 4

Summary: Coming back to the bunker you want nothing else but to relax with your boyfriends…

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader, AU Dean x Reader, AU Sam x Reader, Castiel, Jack Kline

Warnings: angst, language, arguments, tension, dirty talk, horny reader, smut, unprotected sex, oral (male receiving), degrading (consensual), double penetration (p in v + p in a), anal sex, anal play, sex with 4 Winchesters (come on – you all want it!), jealousy, sharing is caring, fivesome (it’s an orgy folks), sex tapes

A/N: Here’s the requested one-shot to episode 15x13. (I do not follow the exact plot.)

Hips swaying, a dirty grin on your lips you walk out of the garage. The Impala is parked so you know your boys are home and ready to scratch the itch.

“Boys! I am at home!” Squealing you yell through the bunker as you make your way through the huge building.

You love taking your time to reach the rooms, just drinking in the atmosphere of the building you call your home but today you don’t take your time. Racing through the building you squeal seeing Dean standing in the library.

He doesn’t see you coming until you jump into his arms to pepper kisses all over his face.

“Dean, you smell good!” Smirking you crush your lips onto Dean’s wrap your legs around his waist to shamelessly grind against your boyfriend's growing erection.

“Missed you, Baby.” Looking at Dean you cock a brow. “Something wrong with you? Sammy? Has Dean eaten the wrong food or why does he look at me like I am a …”

Giggling you look at Sam who stares at you like you are one of those rare books he loves so much.”

“Y/N?” Sam gasps but you barely recognize anything but the man-bun as you let go of Dean to walk toward Sam.

“Dude…” Chortling you stand on tiptoes to inspect Sam’s new hairstyle. “What’s with that man-bun, Baby? And why don’t you kiss your girl, Winchester?”

Sam blinks a few times, not knowing how to react to your suggestion he let the seconds pass by, and you take matters in your hands. Jumping into his arms your wrap one hand around the back of his neck to kiss Sam fiercely.

“You taste odd, Baby, just like Dean.” Eyes narrowed you lick over Sam’s lips. “What have you done to your hair, Sammy?” Whining you tug at the ugly man-bun and Sam tries to get rid of you.

“Sam…” Dean moves closer, sniffing at your hair as you let go of Sam. “She’s alive…”

“Dean?” Confused you turn around to search Dean’s face. His hair is different, too. Patting his head, you hum to yourself. “Why is your hair flat? Did you two have an accident or shit?”

“Y/N…” Sam wraps his arms around you, and you groan as you feel his breath in your neck. “I’ve missed you so much – we missed you so much.”

“I was away for like five days, Baby. Now tell me why you and Dean decided to ruin your hair.” Smirking you fist Dean’s flannel to bring him close to your face.

“I want to know if you tried to look better for me before I take care of…” Patting Dean’s cock you lick your lips. “Your big problem, Deano…”

“Sam?” Looking at his brother Dean cocks a brow. “Can we…I mean?”

“Can you what, Dean? Rip my clothes off and take me like the dirty girl I am?” Squeezing his twitching length, you give Dean a dirty look. “Come on! Don’t make me beg to get fucked by my boyfriends…”

Grabbing Dean’s wrist, you lead him toward the room you share with the boys for the last six years.

“Gosh, what’s wrong with you and Sam today? Usually, you would have me bend over the library table the moment I enter the bunker…”

While Dean and Sam stare at you – mouth agape, you strip your clothes off. You don’t know what’s wrong with your men, but you will make sure Sam loses his man-bun right now.

“Come on! Did you forget how to strip your clothes off?” Only wearing lace panties and a bra barely covering your stiff nipples you smirk as you unbuckle Dean’s belt. “Momma wants to play Baby. Give her the goods…”

“Y/N…I mean…ahem…” Dean tries to shove you away but your hand slips into his open pants and he groans loudly. “Oh…fuck me…”

“DEAN!” Sam looks offended by his brother’s outburst and you knit your brows together. “You can’t…we can’t…”

“Sam…I…” Stroking Dean you don’t stop staring at Sam who looks aroused and troubled at the same time.

“Okay…” Letting go of Dean’s twitching length you stalk toward Sam. Fisting his plaid you force him to bend to meet your angry eyes.

“I want to fuck you and Dean right now. Get out of your clothes or I swear you won’t get any for months.”

“Listen…we can’t do this…” Sam stammers but one hand gropes your tit.

“Why?”

“Maybe as they are not your men…” Dean barks and you gasp as Dean steps into the room, wearing the flannel you bought him last month. “Hands off our girl…” Sam adds, and you step backward.

“What the…?” Your eyes dart from the men you just shamelessly touched to the pair of brothers standing in the doorframe. “Holy fucking shit! What’s going on here? Wait…did I die and end up in heaven…?”

Pacing around the room you recall the hunt, the drive back toward the bunker and everything in between. “Maybe I knocked my head or something…”

“Sweetheart.” The Dean who just entered the room says and you realize his hair looks like it used to do. The Sam next to him doesn’t wear a man bun.

“Calm and come over here.” Dean clenches his jaw as you are in your underwear and tried to have sex with his ‘double’.

“Explain…?” Gaping at Dean you shake your head. “What is going on? I just wanted hot sex with my men and now…” Pointing toward man-bun Sam you groan. “There are four of you…”

“We are the men you are on love with – not those imitations. Cheap ones if I may add!” Dean is angrily clenching his jaw. “How could you have mistaken them with us?”

“How could I…?” Furiously waving your hands you grunt. “These two look exactly like you and Sam. They are wearing your clothes and smell like you! How should I have known they are not you?”

“Instinct?” Sam carefully tries and you grab your shoe to throw it at your boyfriend.

“Instinct my ass! You could’ve called me, asshole! None of you will touch me for the next months…” Storming out of your shared room you shove Dean aside as he tries to stop you. “Fuck you – both. No - all four of you!”

“Sweetheart…” Glaring at his alternative version Dean raises his fists. “This is all your fault! Crashing into our lives, wearing our clothes and now you tried to touch our girl!”

“To clarify things – she tried to touch us.” Man-bun Sam interjects, and your Sam rolls his eyes. “I tried to resist her but it’s hard to not touch her.”

“She’s ours…” Dean grits his teeth, ready to attack the alternative version of his baby brother. “No one touches our girl!”

“She was our girl too.” Stammering the alternative Dean glares at your Dean. “I mean she could’ve been, but we didn’t get that far. Chuck he…”

“Ripped her away from us…” Glancing at his ‘man-bun’ version Sam swallows hard. “All that was left to do was keep on hunting. She died six years, two months and five days ago. It was a shock to see her here…”

“We never…I mean there were longing looks and little touches but we never…”

While your Dean listens to the other Dean’s words he sighs. The alternative version tells him about his feelings and how much he’s missing you – or rather your alternative version.

“I need to talk to Y/N. I messed up and hurt our girl…” Running out of the room, your Sam hot on his heels Dean curses himself for not being more sensitive sometimes.

“Dean, calm. Y/N will forgive you for sure. She loves you and your grumpy personality.” Snickering Sam opens the door to your room only to watch you throw things at his brother.

“Get out of my room you insensitive asshole!” Furiously throwing things at Dean you won’t stop yelling at your boyfriend.

“Sweetheart. Calm down or I have to tie you to my bed.” Stopping in your tracks you lick your lips. “Oh—that’s what you want, dirty girl. I bet you just got wet imagine me pounding you while Sam fucks your throat…”

“Hmpf…” Throwing your lamp at Dean you squeal as he dodges your attack, pouncing on you. He’s holding you in a tight grip, smirking as you shiver at his touch.

“My girl wants it rough today?”

“Asshole…”

“Watch your tongue or…” Glancing at the doorframe Dean knits his brows. “I will make sure 4 Winchesters make you obedient.”

“Four…” Gasping you wiggle in Dean’s grip. “Four…” Repeating the word you glance at the three Winchesters in the doorframe. “Four Winchesters…”

“Fuck, you little slut…” Dean groans pressing his erection against your thigh. “You want all of us to fuck you?”

“Hmmm…” Your heart races at the thought to have two Sam’s and Dean’s to take turns. “Only if he loses the ugly man-bun.”

“Damn, Baby Girl…” Sam groans while the alternative versions of your boyfriends stand useless in the doorframe. “We will split you open, fill you with cum and take turns till you beg us to stop but you know what…”

Smirking Dean nods at his brother. “We won’t stop at all. Not before you are our good girl.”

“We don’t have a saying in this?” Man-bun Sam mutters and his brother rams his elbow into his ribs. “Dude. We could…”

“Fuck before Chuck destroys your world?” Your Dean chuckles. “I promise she will let your dick explode. Our girl is such a naughty little slut for us. Right, Sweetheart?”

“Yes…” Panting you wrap your arms around Dean’s neck. “Such a dirty whore for your cocks…”

“I am all in.” Alternative Dean grunts. His brother still hesitates as the other Dean slides his hands over your ass to squeeze it tightly. “Two Dean’s will fuck you raw, Baby Girl. Daddy will make you scream his name…”

“Daddy?” Smirking your Dean tilts his head to wrap his lips around one nipple. Biting you through your bra.

“Yeah. She will go down on her knees and suck my dick till she chokes on my cum…” Surprised by alternative Dean’s dirty mouth you moan.

While your Dean suckles at your nipple the other Dean captures your lips in a dirty kiss.

“I am all in as always. What about you?” Glancing at man-bun Sam your version smirks. “She’s so good at taking my cock. You will never feel anything better than coming inside her pussy.”

“Where did you learn to speak like that?” Alternative Sam rubs his hand over his erection, watching you getting sandwiched by his brother and your Dean. “Fuck…”

“That’s our girl. Always so cock-hungry.” Sam pushes off the doorframe to join ‘the party’. “Let’s lead this to our room. The bed is bigger for four guys and our whore…”

“Sammy…” Whimpering you spread your legs as Sam slips his hand into your panties to rub you roughly. “I need you…”

“I know, Baby…” Nodding eagerly you grind against Sam’s long fingers. “I am here, pretty girl.”

“Okay…” All dams break and alternative Sam walks toward you, the Dean’s and Sam rubbing your clit. “I want to fuck her too…”

“About time, man-bun Sam. But…” Licking your lips you look up at the other Sam. “I changed my mind. Leave the man-bun. I want to ruin it while riding your dick…”

Groaning four Winchesters look at you before all men grab a part of your body to carry you toward your ‘playroom’.

You’re a mess as four Winchesters round the bed. All in their naked glory stare at you kneel on the bed.

“Look at you, Baby. All wet and ready to get fucked by four guys. I bet we will ruin this pussy tonight.” Your Sam smirks, letting the dirty beast he is out once again.

“I want Dean to fuck you from behind while the other Dean takes your mouth. Man-bun Sam, film it…”

“Why are you in charge?” Alternative Sam grunts but his cock twitches every time Sam orders you around.

“I am in charge as I am in charge now use the phone and film our girl getting fucked by our brothers…” Your Sam sits on a chair, smirking at you as he slowly fists his massive cock. “Later you will writhe on my dick.”

“Why can’t I fuck her pussy?” Grumbling alternative Dean dips one knee onto the mattress and you greedily start to stroke him.

“You are guest roles. Now shut up and take what you get, or you can jerk off while my brother and I make our girl scream.” Sam darts his tongue out, glaring at alternative Dean as you go on hands knees, sticking your tongue out.

“Good girl.” Your Dean praises as his fingers slide over your slit, teasing your entrance. “Always so eager for our cocks. I will give you what you always dreamed of. Me and I fucking you…” Dean slips his fingers inside as the other Dean places his dick on your tongue.

“Take it, Sweetheart.” The alternative Dean mimics your lover and you give him an approving grunt before you tease his length, pressing your tongue against the velvet skin.

“Good?” Sam strokes his cock faster. “Does he taste like my brother or all vanilla?”

“Shut up.” Snickering at alternative Dean’s outburst you open your throat to slowly swallow his length. “Fuck me, she’s taking me so deeply…”

“Best mouth I ever had. Pity you can’t…” Removing is fingers your Dean smirks as the other Dean grunts as you start to bob your head. “…fuck her pussy…” Full a second later you cry out around the dick in your mouth.

“I love her mouth…” Patting your head the other Dean nods at his brother. He’s filming the whole scene, gulping every time his brother shoves his cock further down your throat.

“Fist her hair and fuck her as you mean it. Our girl loves it when your cum drips down her chin and she looks like a whore…” Dean bottoms out with a grunt, stilling his movement to watch his alternative version for a while. “Damn, I never thought watching me fucking you could be that sexy…”

“Fuck her, brother…” Sam warns. “Or I’ll take over…”

“Shut up, Sammy. Let me enjoy this crazy orgy.” Dean grips your thighs roughly, snickering as you tighten around him. “Getting fucked by Dean’s makes her even more of a slut.”

The first drag makes you moan loudly around the other Dean. At first, he was shy, held back but now he fists your hair as he roughly shoves his cock as far down your throat as possible.

“Such a good girl for me and the other Dean.” Man-bun Sam is frantically fisting his cock. Almost dropping the phone, he grunts loudly, matching the noises your Dean makes.

“God, you feel so good, Sweetheart.” Your fingers grip the sheets hard enough to turn your knuckles white. You try anything to not fall over the edge before Sam allows you to do so.

“Fuck her harder, angle your hips.” Sam orders and you groan around Dean. “She is close, and I want her pretty face to contort in pleasure but…” Smirking he gives his brother a wink. “I want her to feel the edge…”

“I know how to fuck our girl…” Dean follows his brother's orders, angles his cock to hit the sweet spot making you squirm.

The other Dean is close to the edge, looking down at you. His dream came true. You filled with his cock looking up at him with doe eyes makes it impossible to not lose it.

“I am…Jesus…fuck me…” He shoots salty cum down your throat and you grin around his cock as he pats your head. “I love to fuck you…”

“Pull out and let her swallow…” Sam demands and the other Dean nods eagerly. “Good…”

Opening your mouth, you show Dean his cum before you swallow it. The other Dean groans, as he wipes his cum off your chin. “Love you, Baby…”

“God…Sweetheart…” Grunting your Dean fists your hair to press your head into the mattress. “You squeeze me like a vice…”

“Cum…” Sam orders and you scream into the cushions. Feeling your Dean fill you up you smile lazily as you can’t believe you had the opportunity to fuck two Dean’s at once.

“Good girl. Now we are going to give you a break and then…” Sam gets up as Dean pulls out of you. “I am going to make you scream my name…”

Sam is watching you crawl onto man-bun Sam’s lap to slowly take him in. He would never admit what Dean blurred out, but your Sam was never harder in his whole life.

Watching you taking his alternative version in, let his cock twitch repeatedly. “I want to fuck you, Sam…” Releasing his hair out of the ugly man-bun you smirk before you start to rock your hips slowly.

“Go slow, grip his shoulders and grind…” Sam orders as his hands creep over your back. Shivering you nod as you let your Sam grip your waist to guide your movement.

The other Sam is shyly glancing at your Sam, huffing as the man behind you guides you faster.

“Good, that’s good, Baby. Take him harder and make sure he’ll never wear this man-bun again. You need to fuck the attitude out of him.”

“Yes…Sam…” Purring the words you grip the other Sam’s shoulders tightly. “Love to ride you.”

“I know you do, dirty whore.” Alternative Sam grunts and you smirk. “Fuck me harder, slut…”

“You are a good teacher, Sammy.” Snickering your Dean films you on top of the other Sam. Your Sam watches you with darkened eyes, guiding you now and then. “She fuck’s him like pro…”

“On top of him, now…” Sam gets impatient and you know what he’s up to. When you lie onto the other Sam’s chest, still rocking your hips your Sam circles your puckered hole. “You’ll be full of two Sam’s in a blink, Baby.”

Shivering in anticipation you nibble at the other Sam’s jaw, causing him to fist your hair to press his lips to yours. Your tongues snake as you feel Sam slip one finger into your tightest hole.

“So tight…” Moaning you grip alternative Sam’s shoulders as you feel the cool liquid run out of your asshole. “Love to fuck your ass…”

“Yes, he does…man bun Sam. Do you like a good ass too?” Your Dean snickers as you feel the tip at your entrance.

“Relax, Baby. Let me in…” Humming you let Sam press into you. He’s panting heavily, feeling the fulness at the other side of your thin wall while he inches into you. “That’s a good girl. Lock at this Dean…”

When you feel both Sam’s inside you start to whimper. You never felt that full. Sam prefers anal sex while he fingers you but with one Sam in your ass and the other in your cunt you are stuffed to your limit.

“I’ll count to three…” Sam warns, and you know you are in for a treat.

The first drag lets you go limp between both Sam’s. While Sam behind you pulls out the other thrusts up into your abused pussy.

“Good…so fuck good. I never saw better porn.” Dean pants heavily watching you writhe between his brother and the other Sam. While you try to keep your noises low, Sam grips your waist tightly to go harder.

Cries leave your lips as two cocks slam into you in abandon. If you die right now – you’ll do it with a dirty grin on your lips.

Dean urges the Sam’s on, forgetting only one is his brother.

Your eyes round at all the dirty words leaving Dean’s lips but the most erotic thing is the noises you and the Sam’s produce. Skin slaps against the skin and you can hear your juices squish with every trust.

“I love the way you fuck her, Sam.” The other Dean steps closer to watch two dicks disappear in your body. “Next time I want to fuck her pussy or ass with Dean…”

Grunting you meet your Dean’s eyes and you fall hard at the other Dean’s words.

“You’re ours…Baby…” Sam grunts filling you with his last thrust.

While you struggle to catch your breath you are close to another orgasm. “Cum for us…” Your Sam whispers and you dig your nails into alternative Sam’s chest, causing him to shudder and squeal.

“Did your brother just squeal?” Sam tilts his head, glancing at alternative Dean. “I think we have to teach him how to fuck for sure…”

“Shut up…” Panting the other Sam pumps into you, cursing your name with every stroke until you feel his cum drip out of you. “That’s it…whore…”

“Good girl…” Sam's lips travel down your neck. “Always so good for us. We love you…”

“I have to admit that was something else…” Sitting on your Dean’s lap you sip at the tea your Sam made for you. “Getting fucked by four Winchesters…a dream coming true.”

“Dirty girl…” Snickering Dean pecks your neck.

Castiel stands in the room, not daring to say a thing about the things he just heard or the images in your head.

“Anything on how to send those two back?” Sam asks.

“I am afraid their universe is gone…” Castiel sighs as Jack walks into the library blurring out the truth. “I will get some popcorn…” The Nephilim exclaims and you chuckle at his words.

“What now guys?” Dean finally breaks the awkward silence. “Will they die, disappear or shit?”

“They caused a paradox or something similar. While not existing in their world any longer their existence manifested in this world.” Castiel tries to explain why the other Winchesters didn’t disappear but he can’t find a reason.

“Means we can stay?” The other Dean asks hopefully. “We could all live here together and share…” Your eyes lit up and you look at your Sam.

“Fine.” Sam grunts and you clap your hands. “But we will need a schedule or something…”

“Or we are having an orgy every Wednesday…” Dean exclaims and you burst into laughter.

“For the rest of the time – who snoozes loses…” Wiggling his eyebrows Dean smirks. “I’ll be glued to your side from now on.”

“Sounds like a plan…” Nodding all Winchesters look at you. “What about killing Chuck?”

“We can work out a plan. Four Winchesters are better than two…”

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tired0artist · 4 years ago

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sing to me (part three)

<<part one>> <<part two>>

paring: female!V x Johnny Silverhand

summary: a street kid V falls in love with SAMURAI music and idolises Johnny Silverhand. years later she finally understands the saying “never meet your idols”

warnings: angst and fluff, Johnny being a dick as always, arguments, V plays the guitar, MORE JOHNNY AND V ACTION IN THIS ONE!!!, references to death, more/different warnings in the future parts

note: I’m describing my V, but you can imagine her however you want tho

•SAMURAI fan V (street kid)•

She was tugging on her hair, groaning in pain as she stumbled out of the elevator.

“Ughh..! Fuck!”

“The hell’s that?” Johnny questioned, looking both shocked and a bit panicked “No, no, dammit!”

V sat down on some box and focused on breathing, her chest and head feeling on fire. She saw him pace around and asked.

“Jesus.. the fuck do you want from me?”

Johnny’s head snapped to her and he stormed over, making her flinch in fear. But instead of attacking her, he grabbed a stool and sat down, saying.

“It’s all going too slow. Gonna decomish before we learn how to rip the chip out”

V glared at him “Wanted me dead. You don’t care if I die”

Johnny calmed down a bit, took off his glasses and looked at her. His nearly black eyes, soft and truthful.

“Made it pretty clear since, that I changed my mind. Want you to live now”

She was taken a bit back by the sincerity that she picked up from his tone.

“What do you want, Johnny?” she asked more calmly, calling him by his name for the first time.

He lit up a cigarette and said “I got a get-outta-jail-free card. I’d be a fucking fool not to take advantage. See me and Arasaka, we got a half-century-old score needs settling, and I plan to do it” he turned towards her adding “That’s. What I need you for, kid”

“So you just... want to use me? Great. Fucking fantastic, Silverhand. Listen I hate the corpos and Arasaka too. But I am still sane enough to know that it’s a lost fight”

He rolled his eyes “I didn’t ask for your opinion, kid. I just need you to take me from point A to point B”

“Fuck you. I’m not a Delamain!”

“Listen I know things. Where we can save your life, who can help us do that. You’ll get rid of the chip, I’ll smash Saka. It’s a win-win kid. Soul killer is what we need and Mikoshi’s how we grab it”

V sighed heavily and tugged on her hair in frustration “What’s this Mikoshi?”

“Okay, basics. If you’re jacked in, cruising the Net. Arasaka can use Soulkiller, an AI, to trap, fry and pack away your psyche, your mind and your soul. Following so far?”

“Yeah... that’s how you died. I saw it”

Johnny didn’t look pleased, as he said “Okay... seems we got a few more things to broach that I thought, but that will come later”

He continued on explaining the importance of Mikoshi and how it works. V nodded along, he had some points. Mikoshi definitely was a place that they needed to go to.

“—so you’re going to live and I’ll destroy Arasaka. As I said. Win-win, kid”

“No” she said, surprising him “We need to explore some options, find allies, find resources and then. And only, then we will attack Arasaka and get to Mikoshi. Not sooner or later”

With that she got up and stumbled away, subconsciously feeling Johnny follow her.

“Kid, we need to work fast! You don’t have time! You’re already falling apart!”

“I don’t have any other choice but to live through it. We need more time, we can’t go into all of this with a hot head”

Johnny sighed “You don’t get it—“

V spun around and pointed at him “No, you’re the one who doesn’t get it. You went into Arasaka, full of rage and devoid of reason. And see where it got you?”

He glared at her and clenched his fists. She nearly flinched in fear of him attacking her once again, but she stood her ground.

After glaring at each other for some time, V let out a cough, groaning in pain. Johnny sighed and grabbed her, leading her to a bench outside.

“Rest up, kid. You won’t do much, being dead”

V sat down, feeling a bit surprised to see Johnny sit down beside her. She coughed into her hand and saw a bit of blood there, V stared at her shaking hand. The proof was there.

She was really going to die.

“You’re not. I’m not letting you, kid. We’ll work something out” Johnny said from beside her, his arms crossed as he stared at the people passing by “Call, that braindance chick. You promised that you would”

V nodded and shook her head, trying to get rid of the blue glitches she saw. She then looked back at Johnny and noticed that he left. Bitting her lip she did as he said, called Judy.

After the call, she went back to her apartment for the night. Taking her guitar she played “Never fade away” singing softly.

Her take on the song was more heavy and calm. Each word consumed by the emotional state she was in.

“We’ll never fade away...” she whispered, ending the song, somewhat abruptly. Not because she forgot the lyrics.

But because her thoughts lingered on Johnny and what happened today.

He was still a dick and managed to annoy her to no end. But then again, he really seemed like he didn’t mean her any harm. Also as much as she didn’t want to admit it, he was being useful and had a lot of info on Arasaka.

V let out a deep sigh and started playing again, thinking.

Maybe I can try and trust him.

Few days later V was walking down the dirty corridor. The place was abandoned, but still she had her guard up. As she neared the door, Johnny appeared.

“Knock four times kid, or the dog will bite”

She sighed and did as he said.

After that things escalated quickly. One minute V was talking to Hanako and another she was falling through the floor.

V let out a groan, her body hurting as black spots danced in front of her vision.

“Get your ass up, samurai! We need to delta!”

She groaned and looked at Johnny, who was looking between her and the corridor where the soldiers were coming.

“—Takemura...” she whispered, worried for the man.

Johnny quickly grabbed her by the shoulders “He’s dead, but you’re not. So get up and get out of here”

V nodded and with his help got on her feet, reloading his gun she got to work.

Halfway through the complex she met and saved Takemura, thankfully Johnny didn’t comment on it. The rockerboy went into full soldier mode as he navigated her through the corridors and warning about possible dangers.

As she and Takemura exited the building, she fell on her knees. The relic and injuries catching up with her.

“V?!” yelled Johnny, kneeling next to her.

“We need to split up! I’ll contact you once it’s safe!” said Takemura, soon disappearing in the crowd.

It pissed Johnny off as he yelled on top of his lungs “FUCKING DOG! HELP HER!”

“Johnny... we need... need to go. I-I’ll be fine...” V said, getting on her feet and quickly stealing a car that was parked not far.

The rockerboy stayed visible all the time, his metal hand heavy on her thigh. He was talking to her the whole time, trying to distract her.

V soon hid inside of a old and nasty motel. There she sat on the bed with a gun pointed at the door as Johnny watched what was going on outside the window.

Not long after their arrival a proxy working for Hanako. V talked to her, agreeing to met her at Embers.

She waited for the proxy to drive away, to leave the room. Her whole world still swaying and glitching.

Johnny stayed visible, as he leaned against a pillar. His face showing that he disapproved.

“What Johnny...? Got some words about the... porcelain cunt?”

The rockerboy only shook his head just as V started coughing up blood.

“Fuck..! Not now!” she yelled, stumbling away trying to get into her stolen car.

“V wait! Shit! Get ready!” Johnny yelled after her.

She almost made it to the door when she completely fell on the ground. Johnny rolled her on her back and watched as she had something that looked like a seizure.

“—Johnny! I’m dying—ughhhh!!!“ she screamed, tears running down her cheeks.

Johnny grabbed her hands, looking at her with worry “No, no, no kid! You ain’t dying yet! I got you”

That’s when V’s whole world went black.

Next time she woke up on the ground, pills in her hand, her body weak and in pain.

“J-Johnny?” she asked, weakly trying to find him.

“That smell, is the sea breeze” he said looking down at her with a soft smile “Get up, Pacific’s beautiful this time of day”

V got up and leaned next to him, watching the sea.

“I almost flatlined yesterday...”

“Almost” Johnny quickly said, harshly as if to force the word on her.

V ignored it for now as she stared at the sea “It’s beautiful... I could wake up to such view everyday”

“Me too” said Johnny as he glanced at her from behind his glasses, unsure himself which view he was talking about.

V closed her eyes as the wind ruffled her already fucked up hairstyle. The air was clearer than in the city. Very... light and a bit colder too.

As she opened her green eyes she looked around asking “Pacifica? What’s this building?”

“Old hotel - the Pistis Sophia. We’re her sole guests right now. Wanted to show you something, come on” Johnny said, while slowly walking away.

V followed him, still feeling a bit disoriented.

“You took over” she stated, leaning against the wall while walking.

“What was I supposed to do? Leave you there? It’s not like I could carry you somewhere...” he said, his fists clenched as he looked annoyed at something.

Feeling a bit bad for calling him out, she simply nodded, saying “Thank you”

He looked at her and he visibly relaxed saying “What are imaginary friends for?”

V moved to follow him again, only to fall on the ground.

“Careful!” Johnny said, glitching to her side.

“I think that I’m going to die soon...” she said.

“Bullshit. We still have time” he denied, holding her elbow.

She smiled at him sadly and said “Okay... show me why we’re here”

Johnny led her to a room, watching as she weakly crawled over the broken window.

“There’s a hidey-hole where I’m standing. Open it. Empty it” he instructed as V got to her feet.

She did as he asked and took the dog tags that were there, sitting on the ground she turned to look at Johnny in question.

“Yours?” she asked him.

“They were. Belong to you now”

V was confused as she stared at her metal in her hand “Fifty years back... Mexican conflict?”

Johnny nodded slightly “When I was a young and stupid kid like you. I enlisted with a corp army. Was in Mexico when I realised that no matter the conflict, corps always win. Ordinary people always lose”

She nodded, seeing the truth in his words. All the corpo fucks got rich because of the wars, that they started. That got good people killed.

“Why are you giving them to me?”

Johnny shifted in his seat “Imagine we’re deployed together, fighting in a war side by side. Would you take a bullet for me?”

V’s eyes got wide, but with little hesitation she whispered “Yes. I would”

He smiled at her, shoulders relaxing as he said “Tags belonged to a man who sacrificed his life for mine in Mexico. Been thinking about our... predicament. Wanna be clear. I will do you no wrong. When the time comes, it’ll be my life for yours. I’ll agree to get wiped. Tags are proof of my promise”

She stared at him, the man that she was afraid of for a long time. Idolised once. And saw nothing but honesty.

V bit her lip and whispered “I would do the same for you Johnny. And... if it will be possible... I would like to try and save you too”

“That’s real cute kid, but impossible. Still, I appreciate the sentiment” he said with a smile “Now I got a request. Whatever happens to me. I want Smasher gone and for Rogue to be there when it happens”

“Okay. Done, but you sure Rogue will bother with it?” V asked getting up and walking over to the exit, along with Johnny.

“She will. I’ll ask her personally, besides you’ll need back up”

“Personally? What do you mean by that?” she asked.

Johnny crossed his arms “You’ll drop one of Misty’s pills and I’ll go talk to Rogue. Convince her to help us out. I promise”

V bit her lip, finally nodding “Alright. I trust you”

“Thanks, kid. Now let’s go home and in the evening we’ll go to the Afterlife” he said, disappearing.

She sighed heavily and got through the window, heading back to her apartment. The dog tags clutched in her hand.

•english isn’t my first language so sorry for any errors.

•you wanna be tagged in the next parts? leave a comment!

•thanks for reading! hope you like it. I will be going through some parts of the main story and beyond. I’m planning it to be a bit longer so if you want something longer than 5/6 parts, this is for you

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myheartrevealedocs · 4 years ago

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Untouchable Ch 32: Finale

Warnings: mentions of family tension, swearing

Ch 31 | Series Masterlist

A/N: Only like... three weeks late. my bad. But I figured if I was going o end one of my longest fanfics ever, it shouldn’t be on such a dull note, so I did some revamping!

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Lydia had warned Spencer of the reaction he was going to get when he walked into the office that morning for a case. She knew the team pretty well, if she did say so herself. And she was totally right, but Spencer would never tell her that, nor would anyone get the chance, as the whole conversation was upstaged by a completely different topic.

Stepping into the conference room just a little bit late, JJ and Garcia saw Spencer in the door and stopped their briefing distractedly.

“Well, hello,” JJ teased, causing everyone to turn around and check out whatever had caught her off guard.

Spencer’s old (and in Lydia’s opinion, annoyingly long) hair was gone, being replaced by a shaggy and much shorter style.

He shot everyone a tight smile, sitting down quickly as if that might make them go back to the briefing, but everyone took another second to stare at his head and wonder if they missed something. I mean, why suddenly change your hairstyle if not due to some sort of emotional turmoil?

“What, did you join a boyband?” Hotch said, almost jokingly, but his voice was slightly too stern.

Morgan gave up his facade and let his chuckles loose, the rest of the team breaking out into smiles as well.

“No,” Spencer responded. “I was trying something out, since Lydia wants my hair short for the wedding.”

That shut them up fast.

“You popped the question?! Reid, man, you gotta tell us these things!” Morgan exclaimed, his eyes wide.

“We thought it’d be funny to follow our lying routine and wait a few weeks to mention it,” Reid replied with a shrug.

That’s when the rest of the team seemed to catch on, JJ especially freaking out over the news. “Weeks??!? Spencer, how could you? You got engaged and just failed to mention it?”

“Tell us everything!” Emily interrupted. “Did you get down on a knee?”

“Guys-” Hotch tried to get them on track, but it was no use.

“I can have her come in when we get back to show off the ring,” Spencer offered.

“How much did you spend on it?” Rossi asked, more out of curiosity than concern.

“Where will you guys have the wedding?” Garcia chimed in, rushing around the table to pull Spencer into a hug from behind his chair. “Here in DC? Or in a destination spot?”

“Team!” Hotch demanded. “We need to be briefed and get on the jet as soon as possible.”

Everyone was serious from then on. Or, at least, they were all holding their questions until the jet. None of them even noticed or heard Hotch lean over and whisper a quick “congratulations” to the genius, but it felt fitting for the unit chief to be the first of the team to say it.

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“You aren’t allowed to take Spencer wedding dress shopping!” JJ teased as the four girls headed to their first stop of the day.

“Wait, you were planning on bringing Reid?” Penelope laughed, light filtering through her newly dyed, red hair.

“Well, I was, until Jayje told me it was forbidden or something,” Lydia replied, trying to keep up while also answering work emails on her phone. “I thought the whole ‘seeing the wedding dress before the wedding’ was just a dumb superstition.”

“Oh no, it is,” Emily assured her. “But it’s pretty damn funny that you think Reid would be any help in picking out clothes.”

Lydia shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean, it’s his wedding day, too. I think we should both have a say in what it looks like.”

“Not the dress,” Garcia insisted. “The dress is all you. Spencer has no choice but to love you in whatever you wear.”

“And he will,” Emily said. “He’s so far gone.”

“Well… we both are,” Lydia shrugged.

~ ~ ~

“Beck, I’ll be there in 6 hours,” Lydia insisted, leaning up against Spencer uncomfortably in the airport chairs. “You can panic about the dress and the flowers-”

“You should care more! I mean, you’re getting married in a week.”

Spencer raised his eyebrows, likely being able to hear his future sister-in-law on the other end. Lydia rolled her eyes in explanation. “Well, what did Sonia say about the dress?”

“She said she’ll just wear something from her closet.”

“Then let her,” Lydia sighed. “She can wear jeans if that’s what she’s comfortable in! You know, my coworker’s son is planning to come as Captain America. It’s not going to ruin the-”

“But she’s the mother of the bride! The mothers and fathers are always dressed up!”

“Remind me when you’re getting married that I don’t want to be your maid of honor,” Lydia joked. “I think I can easily go my whole life without planning another wedding.”

“Sonia said she didn’t count as mother of the bride,” Rebecca continued, ignoring her comment. “I told her that she was crazy-”

“Tell Sonia that she is definitely my mom for the day,” Lydia insisted. “And also tell her that as my mother, I give her free reign over the outfit.”

“I’m just pissed,” Beck hissed over the line. “That dress is sooner to fit little Katie than it is to fit her.”

Lydia nodded, shifting herself away from Spencer to lean forward, her elbows on her knees. “Yeah, um… What’s the situation with Dad, by the way?”

“He’s definitely coming,” Beck reassured her. “He’s super proud of you. But I think he’s a little upset that you don’t want him to walk you down the aisle.”

“I didn’t expect him to be happy,” Lydia admitted.

“I know… But I think he understands. And I know he won’t start anything on your big day. But he might want to talk to you when you land in California.”

Lydia huffed, only continuing when Spencer began rubbing light circles into her back. “Okay. Will he be with you to pick me up?”

“Nah. It’ll just be Sonia and I. Give Spencer a warning about Sonia’s hugs, by the way. She’s never actually seen him in person and she plans to suffocate him.”

“Duly noted. I’ll see you when I land?”

“Yep! Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

Setting her phone in her lap, Lydia went right back to her spot in her fiancé’s side.

“Dress and flowers?” Spencer asked.

“Sonia’s dress doesn’t fit,” Lydia shrugged. “Like, is tiny, doesn’t fit. And according to Beck, that’s a big deal. Then, the florist was asking about changing some of the flowers for the table settings and she flipped her shit-”

“No kidding,” Spencer agreed. “She was really set on a full green and white bouquet.”

“I’m so scared for her wedding.”

Spencer gave her a look. “Oh, come on. You have to realize that if this were her wedding, you’d be just like this.”

“What?” Lydia exclaimed.

“Rebecca would not care at all if this were her wedding and someone accidentally brought red roses instead of white,” he laughed. “She cares because it’s your wedding. And she loves you. So, the roses have to be white. No matter what it takes.”

“Well,” Lydia snapped, “I wouldn’t freak out on a poor florist just because of some misunderstanding-”

“But you would pay extra,” he argued. “And you’d pick them up from a warehouse in a different state. In fact, you’d probably go out and pick them yourself if that was the only option.”

Lydia opted to say, “I’m ignoring that comment.”

“Because you know I’m right,” he gloated.

“I hate profilers.”

He chuckled, pulling her closer into his side. “I know you do.”

“So, how’s your mom?” she asked, wanting to move away from the topic of her family. “Does she still have a ride to San Francisco?”

“Yes,” Spencer reassured her. “My dad will be driving her to California on Wednesday and then taking her back to the hospital Saturday morning. I’m not sure why he thought an eight hour drive with his ex-wife would be a good idea…”

“They’re in the same boat,” Lydia replied. “I know that it sounds… painful, but they are so excited to see you get married, they don’t mind the journey. And your dad knows that it wouldn’t be the same if your mom wasn’t there. He’ll make sure she gets there okay, for your sake.”

The two of them spent the rest of their time waiting patiently for the boarding call for their flight. Occasionally, one would lean over to the other to make guesses about why those around them were flying to SF or to comment on a kid’s cute suitcase, but they were mostly content to just sit in silence.

~ ~ ~

“How exhausted are you?” Emily whispered, before giving her friend a spin.

Lydia chuckled, as she came back around and rested her hands on the woman’s shoulders. “Very. But don’t get me wrong, I would give anything for this day not to end.”

“I’m happy for you,” she said. “I can’t imagine a more perfect duo.”

Across the room, Spencer was dancing with his mom. As he caught Lydia’s eye, his smile deepened and he gave her a wink.

“He was so serious when we first met, I don’t think I could have ever imagined falling for someone like that.”

“Excuse me, ladies.” Lydia and Emily slowed their sway to look at Hotch and a very cute Jack, who was, as promised, dressed like Captain America, at his feet. “Might we cut in and dance with Dr. Ambers?”

Emily nodded, waving goodbye to Jack before stepping off the dance floor.

Lydia and Hotch each grabbed one of the tiny superhero’s hands, before resting the other arm over each other, like they normally would if they were dancing.

“I’m so glad you two could make it,” Lydia told the Hotchner’s. “Have you ever been to California before, Jack?”

He shook his head, his cheeks swelling with a grin.

“How fun! Are you guys going to see more of San Francisco before you leave tomorrow?”

“That’s the plan,” Hotch answered. “Hey, buddy, you wanna tell Dr. Ambers what you said to me about her dress?”

Lydia raised an eyebrow at the blond boy, who was beginning to blush. “It’s pretty.”

“Thank you, Jack! I think it’s really pretty, too.”

“Alright Jack, dad’s gonna talk to Dr. Ambers, so why don’t you sit with Ms. Garcia again.”

“Okay,” the boy said and let go of their hands. “Bye!”

“Good talk or bad talk?” Lydia asked once the boy was gone.

“Good,” he assured her. “I just haven’t gotten the chance to congratulate you in person. And you’ve already had a dance with Morgan, Garcia, and Prentiss, so I was feeling a bit jealous. So was Jack. He was asking about his turn to dance with you. I guess dancing with his dad isn’t as fun.”

“He’ll grow out of it,” Lydia promised. “But I happen to know you well enough to know that you’re lying to me, Hotch.”

“Lying?” His face was calm, as though he already knew what she was implying, but asked out of courtesy.

“You did not send your son away so that you could congratulate me privately. You still haven’t told me why you wanted to talk.”

“An honorary profiler, through and through. Brilliant since the day we met.”

Lydia froze in her swaying movement. “Excessive complementing is not your style, Hotch. Is the Bureau firing me?”

This made him stop as well, his eyebrows knitting together. “And just when I was saying you were brilliant. No, the Bureau has nothing against your marriage. If that were the case, I would have warned you before the wedding.”

“I had thought that, too,” Lydia admitted. “But I was never sure if you or Garcia told the Bureau. Spencer says that when he reminded Garcia to put it on my record, she was acting strange.”

“I was unaware of that,” Hotch chuckled. “I shall have to check with Garcia myself.”

“So, if I’m not being fired, what is it?”

“I have somewhat of a favor to ask.”

“And that is?”

“With JJ’s promotion to the DoD, there’s a vacant spot on the team. Garcia is attempting to take on the responsibility of both a technical analyst and a liaison.”

Lydia couldn’t stop herself from laughing. “Are you asking me to leave my job at the university to become the liaison at the BAU? I have tenure, Hotch. Not to mention, no experience in public relations. I can understand that Garcia needs help, but I am-”

“I understand, but that’s not exactly where I was going with this. Garcia and I have already discussed splitting the role. The issue is that in order to take on the job of a media liaison, I won’t have much time at all to do field work. JJ had her credentials to work as a profiler, and yet she still rarely did crime scene investigations or actual profile building because she was needed elsewhere.”

“So, you need... a profiler?” Lydia stammered.

“We can discuss profiling later,” he assured her. “What I need is Dr. Ambers back. Full time. And this includes the office work again. Next time I call a briefing I need you to be in the bullpen, not at a university.”

Lydia involuntarily glanced at her new husband, who had made his way off the dance floor and was seated with Morgan. “Hotch, we were just discussing how the Bureau might not even know Spencer and I are married. Do you honestly think they’d be okay with making me an employee given my background?”

“I would like to remind you that I was a lawyer for a long time,” he joked. “I can hold an argument. But even so, your background just proves how irreplaceable you are, Lydia. No one could turn you away. But you’re right. I can’t offer tenure to you.”

A grin broke out across her face. “When do you need your answer?”

“One week.”

She nodded and stepped away. “Thank you for the dance, Hotch. I will consider your offer.”

“Thank you, Lydia.”

~ ~ ~

“I didn’t think it was possible to dance with every person at your wedding,” Sonia teased as she sat with Lydia outside the empty venue.

“I wish I had danced with everyone,” the bride argued. “It would excuse my exhaustion.”

“It’s a miracle you aren’t dead.”

“I can see it now: Danced to Death on Her Wedding Night.”

“What’s going on now?” Spencer asked as he stepped out beside them. “My parents just left. The only ones left are Beck, Katie, and Adam.”

“And they’re waiting on me,” Sonia reasoned. “Best be going.”

She pulled both of them into a tight hug before wandering back towards the front of the location.

“Do you need help standing up?” Spencer asked, seeing Lydia sway with exhaustion.

“Must I?”

He offered a hand to her, pulling her into him, despite his own aching feet. “Yes, you must. But think of it this way. The sooner we get going, the sooner you can pass out at the hotel.

She hummed in response. “...oh, there was something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”

“Which is?”

“What do you think of me being a profiler?” she mumbled.

“A-Are you serious?”

Lydia looked up, afraid of what she might see, but Spencer’s eyes betrayed no distress. “I don’t think many girls can say they were offered a full time position at the FBI at their wedding. Would you help me pass the classes?”

“Absolutely,” he responded, with no hesitation. “Of course.”

“Working together once more. What could go wrong?”

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rdr2dd · 4 years ago

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Goals, Moving Forward, Etc.

Because I’ve gotten a few comments/questions asking about the other projects I’ve mentioned, and also for the purpose of giving myself some clear goals to work toward, I want to nail down the direction(s) that this project is probably headed. Excuse the gratuitous detail, but as is likely becoming clear from my posts, that’s how I work best :p

Project 1: Arthur’s Hidden Family

Goal 1: Finding Eliza -

Accomplished, largely, so hurrah for that. There was a lot of background work to get to this point, even beyond the details I gave in the most recent post about it, so I am beyond glad to have finally gotten it done. This step has already laid a lot of the groundwork for future steps. And also, I’m just happy to finally have a face for her.

Goal 2: Conjuring up Isaac - No progress thus far, but I’ve done some planning on how I want to handle this. No files exist for Isaac, at least not that I’ve been able to find thus far, so any models/textures for him would be entirely non-canon/custom work. There’s no element of bringing hidden assets to light here, like there was with Eliza; having a workable model for Isaac would be purely for my own heart’s sake, and for the sake of being able to do fanart renders involving him. This probably involves:

Using Jack (4 yrs old) as a base model, as I’m not talented or experienced enough to sculpt these models from scratch. Facial features would need to be altered to find a resemblance to both Arthur and Eliza.

Digging through the files to see if there are even other young children in the game to draw assets from - Arthur Londonderry’s son comes to mind, but I’m not sure if he’s the right age range, and I’m honestly drawing a blank beyond that. If anyone remembers seeing any kids in the game, please drop me a note as to where you saw them.

Possibly resizing/altering adult NPC assets such as hairstyles in order to give Isaac a fitting and unique appearance. This sounds like a headache, but may be reasonable enough to do. We shall see.

Lots of custom texture work, largely for his face, which will be especially hard/dicey if there aren’t other children’s models to borrow textures from.

Goal 3: Finding the Time - Less technical and more research-oriented, I need to nail down a timeline that I’m personally happy with with regards to when in Arthur’s life the events with Eliza and Isaac occurred. Once this is done, it’ll make it easier to decide what to do with Arthur in any renders I may want to do with the three of them. Which ties into...

Project 2: The Old Guard (Expanded)

This was the project I originally had in mind when I started scrounging around for these files. I have an unreasonably huge soft spot in my heart for the ‘curious couple and their unruly son’, but also, just the young gang in general. Hosea back when he’d steal anything not nailed down? Dutch, young and idealistic and years before his downfall? Arthur, young and broody but not yet hardened? Little John, still feral and a menace? Badass, gorgeous young Grimshaw? Yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes, please. Not to mention Bessie and Annabelle, who must have mattered so much to these characters, but who we hear and see so little about. I want to be able to do fanart renders with them, but that’s going to take a hell of a lot of work.

Goal 1: Nail Down the Timeline - I’ve started working on this, but there’s a lot I still need to do in terms of skimming audio files and digging deep in the lore. I want to get a general idea of when it seems folks joined the gang, that way I can get an idea of which models I even need to work with. Heavy focus on figuring out:

When Tilly joined the gang, as I lean toward her being around quite early, but would like to review the audio. I know there are some numbers dropped in a few missions, with regards to when she joined the Foreman Brothers and when she left them to join the Van der Linde Gang, and I want to get this as accurate as possible.

When Hosea went off with Bessie, and when she passed. We have some context clues, I just need to nail down the math and then feel out the dramatic timing for the rest.

What the deal was with Annabelle. Maybe I just have a passion for the ladies name-dropped once in the game, but good god do I love Annabelle despite knowing absolutely nothing about her. She should be a non-character, but this is a passion project, so there’s no way I’ll be ignoring her.

What to do about Sean. He couldn’t have joined until after 1889, but depending on what year I want to deal with for renders, I may need to account for him. That wouldn’t be a hardship, as he’s one of my faves.

Goal 2: Knock Out the “Easy” Models - By which I mean Hosea, Dutch, Arthur, and Susan. This will involve some custom sculpting work, but not a whole lot, as their base models for 1899 shouldn’t actually require that much alteration. I imagine I’ll be ironing out a bunch of wrinkles, smoothing out a bunch of normal maps, and then using the clone brush and a sampling of generic NPC face textures in order to create younger-looking face textures for this lot. “Easy” is definitely a relative term here, but I’m counting my blessings in that there are, at the very least, reference images for what this lot looked like in the early days. I still have no idea if I’ll be able to accomplish this, or how hard it will be if I can.

Goal 3: John - An intermediate difficulty step, for John alone. We have no reference images of young, 12/13 year old John, but we do have Jack’s 12 yr old model, and that will serve as a decent base to work from, hopefully. I’ll have to make sure to alter his features to be more in line with John’s, and will have to work heavily with his skin/face textures from there. Clothes will be another hurdle, especially as (referenced above), we see like, next to no children in the game for me to borrow NPC clothing parts from. I’ll need to work with what we get from Jack and otherwise resize and rework adult NPC clothing.

Goal 4: Bessie (and Others) - Stepping up the workload again, though in different ways. Bessie will be a task to work out, seeing as we have a single, not particularly great reference image of her facing straight ahead. It’s not much to work with, but it’s something to work toward matching. No two ways around it, she’ll be mostly custom work and mash-ups of generic NPC materials, but it’ll be a labor of love. Also sliding Tilly and (potentially) young Sean in here, as depending on their age there will be a lot of work to do on them, possibly including custom model work, and we don’t have references for what they looked like when they were younger. I’ll make do.

Goal 5: Annabelle - The holy grail in terms of custom work, or the ultimate slog uphill, we shall see. We have no reference images of her. No traces of her exist in the files. We hardly have any clue about how she died, let alone how she lived. And yet, I love her, or at least the potential of her. Hopefully all of my work on the ‘known’ quantities of this project will give me some hope of turning out a unique and fitting model for her, but who knows.

Project 3: Audio Directory

Goal ??? - On pause for the foreseeable future, mostly as I’ll need to do some networking before I’m totally comfortable putting this out there, and also because holy hell have I set up a bunch of other work for myself. The Dream(TM) was to find a way to set up a directory for folks to more easily find audio files on their own. There’s no way to host all of the assorted cool audio from RDR2 online, but it would theoretically be possible to set up a sort of file directory online, a list of file names and descriptions, to help folks browse their audio files on their own without having to reinvent (or in this case, rediscover) the wheel personally. I’m of the opinion that pulling apart the game files should be an all-hands-on-deck sort of situation, but there are a lot of folks who have already put in this work individually, and I don’t want to step on any toes. I also don’t want to be responsible for anyone mucking around with their game files and having trouble down the road, so I’d need to sort out a clear explanation of what precautions to take, etc. It’s a lot to consider, so I’m obviously open to input.

Wrap-Up

If you’re still reading, congrats(?) and also, thank you. This is all a bunch of planning for some real pie-in-the-sky shit, but I felt that way about finding Eliza in the files about two months ago, so I have hope. If you’ve got thoughts on any step, please, hit me! I want to hear what folks want to see, though I can’t make any promises on what I’ll deliver. Got thoughts on the timeline or headcanons for the less-referenced characters? I’d love to hear. I would also love to hear from anyone with experience on projects like this; goodness knows I’m a self-taught novice.

#rdr2 #rdr2 eliza #rdr2 annabelle #young van der linde gang #rdr2 bessie #rdr2dd bts

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mirkwoodshewolf · 5 years ago

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Moments with mini-angel; Brian May

*Author’s note*

Hey guys well I promised you a new update for the Rock Angel and here it is. Here we have Brian’s part and for the last part of this chapter it’ll finally be our God-papa Roger. I promise I will try to fill that part in with as much fluff as I can cause let’s be honest, DOMESTIC ROGER IS MY SHIT!!!! And just based on how I’ve written him with Kelly already as well as our Rock Angel, I’ve gotta make the next part rot your teeth out.

But for now you all will have to read Brian’s part. Now I had to do some research but if things are still incorrect, esp. if my readers out there are moms themselves, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let me know. So anyway I hope you all enjoy this next part of Rock Angel and until next time my dears :)

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*2½ months old. 1986 Napa, CA*

Oh my god the past few days have been such a nightmare. It first started 4 days ago when Kelly just woke up screaming. At first I thought she might’ve been hungry or needed a change but for the whole day she just would not stop crying.

So Jack called up our pediatrician, Dr. Collins and when we brought our little girl in there the next day, he had diagnosed her with colic. At first we were extremely worried that Kelly was seriously sick but he explained to us that it’s natural that some babies get it and all it was is just some discomfort and babies crying longer than normal.

He gave us some tips on how to help Kelly feel comfortable until the colic passed and that’s what we’ve been doing. But it seems no matter what we do, she seems to be in even more agony.

Jack was currently trying to massage her while he sat down on the living room chair while I was prepping her warm bottle. But at this point the bottle was overflooding as I was leaned up against the sink exhausted.

Suddenly the doorbell rang and I shot up awake. I turned the tap off and quickly raced to the door.

“I got it Jack, you just keep trying to massage her. It’s probably that arsehole across the street complaining about Kelly again.”

“God we’ve explained things to him, can’t he just let it go!” Jack snapped. I went up to the door and opened it before snapping out.

“Look Mr. Kowalski we already told you our baby’s—”

“Seems I’ve encountered the mad lioness. I can always come back later.” The second I saw that familiar poodle hairstyle, I knew that I had just snapped at Brian.

“Oh god Bri I am so sorry. I just—”

“Seems you’re having some trouble in there. Is everything okay? Cause no offense love but you look dreadful.”

“I feel dreadful. Kelly’s got colic.” Brian hummed in understandment.

“I remember when Jimmy went through it. God worst time of our lives. If you’d like from one parent to another, I’d be more than willing to help.”

“Oh Bri would you really?”

“Of course. Besides I’ve been meaning to drop by and see the little darling.” I opened the door further allowing him to enter the house while I closed the door. “Oh my. Someone’s definitely fussy.” Brian said as he could really hear Kelly’s crying.

“We’ve tried everything the doctor said we could do but nothing’s worked.” I told him. We finally arrived at the living room and saw Jack now trying to get Kelly to fall asleep by massaging her back.

“Hey Bri. I—wish this visit was on better terms.” He greeted Brian.

“(Y/n) told me what’s been going on. Here, may I try something?” he extended his arms out wanting to take Kelly. Jack then transferred Kelly over to Brian then he said to us, “Now why don’t you both try to get some sleep?”

“But Bri—” I started off.

“Ah-ah-ah. (Y/n) don’t argue with me, you know you can never win against me. Now you and Jack head on upstairs and into bed.” Jack and I looked at each other and gave into his decree.

“Okay.” I surrendered.

“But you—you will wake us up if you need help though, right?”

“Yes, yes. Now best foot forward, both of you go on.” I softly grinned before Jack wrapped his arm around my shoulders and the two of us walked out of the living room and headed up the stairs to try and get some long awaited sleep.

*Brian’s POV*

Work’s every time. One look and the student always obeys the professor. I looked down at little Kelly and her painful screams brought me back to when Jimmy was just a few weeks old and he dealt with colic.

“Ohh I know sweetheart, I know. Shhh my little badger cub, it’ll be okay.” I soothingly massaged her back as I had her head resting on my shoulder. I sat down on the couch and lay her across my lap on her back and gently rubbed her stomach, remembering what Chrissie and I would do to Jimmy to help ease his stomach.

Her crying softened as she stared up at me. I smiled down at her and gently stroked her tiny, chubby cheek.

“There we go my little cub. That feels a bit better don’t it?” she still fussed about uncomfortably and flail her arms about. “Don’t you worry love, I know it seems like this’ll last forever but it won’t.” I stood up and walked over to kitchen to wet up a warm washcloth. “Here we go love, let’s see if this won’t help you out just a little bit more.”

After wringing it out, I placed the warm cloth right there on her bare tummy and I decided to sing to her a song that never failed to get her mum to sleep whenever she was stressed or overworked, a song that I hadn’t sung in years “Someday, One day”.

As I sung the first verse, I walked out of the kitchen and back into the living room to sit down on the recliner chair and slowly began to rock back and forth. Kelly’s teary eyes looking up right at me.

You never heard my song before

The music was too loud But now I think you hear me well

For now we both know how No star can light our way in this

Cloud of dark and fear But some day, one day...

*My POV*

I couldn’t sleep. Not with hearing my baby be in so much pain. She needed me, maybe there was something else I could do for her. As quietly as I could, I snuck out of the bed and slowly crept down the stairs but that’s when I heard the familiar sound of Brian’s singing.

His soft, angelic tenor range singing a song that I hadn’t heard him sing since I was still an intern with them. It was one of my favorite song’s of his from Queen’s very early days. Along with ’39, ‘Someday one day’ was another song I would ask Brian to sing to me if he ever got the chance.

I looked over through the entry way to the living room and saw Brian holding my little baby in his arm while the two of them sat at the recliner, gently rocking back and forth.

My heart just melted at the sight especially once I had seen Kelly reach out and place her hand right at the end of Brian’s curly hair that hung from his shoulders. He chuckled lovingly down at her.

“You really do love my hair don’t you? You know for years I was never really quite comfortable with it. Thought it wouldn’t be rock and roll enough. But—eventually I accepted it, and came to see it as my own. And you know, you’re not the only one whose admired my hair. Your mum also loves my hair. Always taking any chance she could get just to even touch it while we were on the road together. Or just to admire it from afar, kinda like what she’s doing right now.”

Oh bollocks.

I came out of my hiding space and I said to him.

“It wasn’t your hair I was admiring. It was the fact that you were holding my baby all domestic like. Now I get a sneak peak of what you were like when you first became a dad.” He smiled at me.

“It was surprising at first. But the second I held Jimmy in my arms, I knew he was more precious to me than anything else in the world.” I gasped in mock surprise.

“Even more than Red Special?”

“Yes. But onto the matter at hand. Why are you awake missy? I thought I gave you a direct order to go straight to bed and get some long needed rest? Must I call Roger and let papa lion enforce my command?”

“No. I couldn’t sleep. Not with my baby in pain like this. But now it—seems you’ve managed to calm her down. God why are you guys so much better at this than we are?”

“First time parenting isn’t easy. Trust me (y/n). Deacy, Roger and I all made the very same first time parent mistakes. As did our wives. Cause unlike dealing with electronics, or how to play the guitar or drums, babies don’t come with instruction manuals. You gotta learn on the job, every day you’re learning something new. But believe me when I say that you and Jack already are the best parents because you both love this little girl so much.”

“Thanks Brian. Really. You and the guys have been such a big help to Jack and I.”

“We’re family (y/n). We’re always there for you both if you need us.” He leaned his forehead against mine and even gave me a small Eskimo kiss. It was then Kelly started getting fussy again as her tummy started acting up.

“Ohh honey-bear.” I cooed down at her as I stroked her cheek gingerly.

“Why don’t you take the second verse?”

“You sure?”

“I think what she needs more than anything is her mummy’s singing.” I looked back down at her and proceeded to sing the next verse of Brian’s song.

*Me*

Funny how the pages turn

And hold us in between A misty castle awaits for you And you shall be a Queen

*Brian*

You shall be a Queen *Me*

Today the cloud, it hangs

Over us and all is grey But some day, one day...

Brian and I looked at each other smiling and nodded and that’s when the two of us softly sung the last verse as a duet. Our voices blending together which caused Kelly to finally shut her eyes and settle down.

*Both*

When I was you and you were me

And we were very young Together took us nearly there,

The rest may not be sung So still the cloud it hangs over

Us and we're alone But some day one day... We'll come home

Finally after days of her endless crying and almost no hope of her getting to sleep, Kelly finally closed her eyes and fell right asleep against Brian’s chest.

“Oh my god. She finally fell asleep.” I whispered happily.

“Told you. I’ll give my mum and call and ask her for that special home remedy that she once made for Jimmy when he dealt with this. Rubbing it on her stomach twice a day for the next several days and she’ll be right as rain.” He gave my baby girl a gently kiss at the crown of her head and he handed her back to me so that I could take her back to the nursery and finally put her to bed.

And true to Brian’s word, he got the recipe from his mum and bless him he actually stayed with us the entire time to help us deal with Kelly’s colic.

After rubbing the substance on Kelly’s tummy for the next 2 weeks, her colic was started to lessen. Then when we took her to the doctor to see if the colic had gone or if we still needed to treat it, and surprisingly he had told us that the colic was now gone. Our baby girl was once again happy and healthy.

Brian stood by the front door with his suitcase in hand while Jack, Kelly and I were there to bid him goodbye.

“We can’t thank you enough for all that you’ve done for us Brian.” Said Jack.

“Oh believe me it was no trouble at all. If anything else comes up, please don’t be afraid to reach out to me.” He told us.

“I feel like I should be paying you for helping us out.” I said to him.

“Oh no payments are necessary. All that matters is that this mini angel is healthy again and that I could leave with seeing that sweet smile on her face.” Brian said as he playfully tickled Kelly’s tummy which made her do that gummy smile of hers. The three of us smiling down at her cause it felt like an eternity since we’ve seen that smile of hers.

“In all serious Bri, thank you.”

“Anytime (y/n). Take care of yourselves. I mean it now.” He playfully scolded me as he pointed at me.

“We will.” We hugged each other and kissed each other’s cheek. Brian then leaned down and kissed Kelly and cooed goodbye to her. He then turned to Jack and the two of them hugged each other.

“Drive safely Brian.” Jack told him.

“I will Jack, you keep an eye on your girls.”

“You got it.” Brian then took his suitcase and headed back over to his car and waved goodbye to us as he stepped inside it and drove off. We waved and bid him a goodbye.

Once he was out of sight from the house, Jack and I turned to each other and we smiled at each other before looking down at Kelly.

“I think we deserve a well-cooked lunch.”

“I agree. Come here Kelly-bear. What would you like, hmm?” Jack asked his baby as he took her from my arms. She babbled as Jack said, “Oh don’t be ridiculous baby you can’t eat chicken just yet.” I shook my head playfully at him.

“How about some mac and cheese and applesauce?” I suggested as I tickled my baby’s cheek. She let out an ‘ahhh’ which made the two of us smile widely.

“I’d say that’s a yes.” Jack praised.

“Alright well let’s get inside and wash up.” Jack and I walked back inside the house and I shut the door behind us as I prepared my family with a warm mac and cheese lunch.

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