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cherrythepuppet · 5 months ago

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Look At This!

I originally wrote this a couple months back but accidently deleted it, The orgingal was so much better and I had to re-write this was memory

Grover: @trashcanplant

Mob AU:@/clownsuu

TW: Penny gets bonked in head a few times

Penny gnawed at the ropes that held her arms together before suddenly she was hit in the back of the head "Cut that out!" One of the gang members demanded

"Your not my mom!" Penny exclaimed as she continued to chew on the ropes however she stopped after getting hit in the head again

"Whyd we take that one?" "Because She's the weakest" "I doubt that... she nearly tore off Ron's arm" "That's what happened to his arm?!"

Penny smirked when she heard that but it disappeared once She saw another gang member dragging somebody with a sack on their head into the warehouse

The gang member threw the person next to Penny and took the sack off "Hi Grover!" Penny exclaimed "Oh fuckin' great..." Grover grumbled

"So how'd you get kidnapped? For me, I was distracted watching these two rats fight over this moldy peice of pizza which looked decently good but-" "Penny. I do not care"

"The dame's talking again!" The guy that hit Penny hit her in the head again but this time with the back of his gun

"Ow..." Penny frowned while the guy left the two "How are we gettn' outta this?" Grover asked himself but then the ropes around him were untied

He looked over and saw Penny staring at him untied "You-" "I ate the ropes." "Oh, Well at least your teeth finally came in handy"

"So plan?" Penny asked as Grover put a hand to his chin trying to think, Penny watched then mimicked him "Weapons, where are our wepaons?" Grover replied

Penny pointed at a box over in the back of the warehouse

"Great. so we just-" "Tear their skin off?" Grover sighed "I can get the weapons but I'll need a distraction" Grover said "Finally my time has come" Penny grinned before she climbed onto a stakc of boxes

She cleared her throat to get everyone's attention and started singing "When I was a young Girl, I never thought it'd come to this!" She announced

Grover paused then slowly backed away from the crowd "The scars all seemed to heal And, soon, all I feel is regret" Penny began

"And now, I'm a grown gal! I've lost it all again But what I'll miss the most, Pay close attention while you get a look at... this!" She pulled a rubber duck out of her pockets

"Yeah, look at this! Then, look at that! Hehey, here's a hat!" She opened up a box and pulled out a random hat then threw it at someone

"This nonsense mostly doesn't mean a thing But listen closely, maybe it explains everything!" Grover quietly took out a few Gang members in the back

He got to the weapons and grabbed his Sickle as Penny continued singing "The secret to Bitcoin, computers, and microchips! The key to the future If you only look at this!"

She jumped off the boxes wobbling a bit when she landed then put a chocolate coin into someone's hands "Riches untold, you'll have dollars of gold If you focus on me, as the story unfolds"

And just as she was running out of ideas, She started singing in a Rock way instead of Opera "LOOK AT THIS! I HOLD THE KEY TO THE MYSTERY!"

"LOOK AT THIS! LOOK AT NOTHING EXCEPT FOR ME!" She grabbed a gang members chin forcing them to look at her when they saw Grover in the corner

"LOOK AT THIS!" Penny chuckled and started making unintelligible growling "THAT WAS GIBBERISH! GROVER, HURRY THE FUCK UP!" Penny shouted

"I don't know how long I can do this!" She sighed "Ima need another sixty seconds!" Grover told her "Aw, fuck!" Penny groaned

She paused forgetting What to say "Okay, the thing I'm trying to say- I will say if you look this way..." She blinked then coughed

"Uh, y-you know, it's, uh, just as Toni used to say..." She trailed off "Puzza lasagna! Contorni, limoncello" She exclaimed

"Fortepiano! Buongiorno, ada Vongole" Antoni would be so pissed over this "Luigi, Firenze, Bucatini! Cingale~ Cingale~"

Penny took in a deep breath and kept going "So, look at... this! Please look at this! I am running out of places I can take this bit!" She cried

"So, look at this! Look at my face! I regret every event that got me in this place!" Finally Grover was noticed and when a gang member drew their Gun out Penny jumped onto their back

"This little song is driving me insane! My exhaustion is audible!" The gang member grabbed her hands and threw her off them and into a wall

"Now, the ending is probable! CUZ' THIS RUSE IS IMPOSSIBLE to maintain-" She was cut off by getting kicked in the head

"Shut the fuck up, Broad!" They demanded moments before Their head fell to the ground "Penn?" Grover asked

Penny laid on the ground coughing and groaning "My head hurts..." She mumbled "Alright- Just... C'mon get up" Grover said

He helped Penny up and she wobbled around "Did we win?" She asked "Uh- Yeah" Grover replied "Yaaaay!!" Penny giggled

"Let's get you to Poppy" Grover sighed "I like her" Penny grinned "I know, Penn. I know" Grover mumbled....

#welcome home #welcome home oc #penny peaches #welcome home au #fanfic #Mob au #welcome home mob au #mob penny peaches #mob grover haymaker #Grover haymaker #Look at this from helluva boss #oc writing #A funny little idea that came to mind during class once

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moonythejedi394 · 1 month ago

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you didn't ask for this but you deserve it

Bucky’s memories get hazy quickly. He remembers getting halfway through the bottle of tequila and not stopping, hearing Weasel say something about a half-pint and no more, and now Weasel’s got his phone and is squinting at it.

“Who do I call?”

“Ghost Busters!” Bucky sings, waving his metal hand absently.

“No, for you to get home, who do I call?”

“Becks,” Bucky mutters. “Becca. Rebecca. Becky. Becky who tol’ me not t’a date a fuckin’ stripper an’ then I wen’ an’ did i’ anyways,” he mutters into the bottle, before tipping it back and getting nothing. He squints into it upside down, then drops it onto the counter and sighs. “I should’a fuckin’ listened, Weasel. My sister’s smart. She’s smarter than me for sure.”

“Becky,” Weasel mutters. “Ah!”

Bucky starts thunking his head on the counter. “Why am I so stupid?” he asks. “Why didn’t I fucking call him?”

“Yeah, hi, Becky? Sorry, Becca. Sorry, I will never again call you Becky, I swear on my mother’s grave. Oh, yeah, my name’s Weasel, I’m a bartender at Sister Margaret’s School for Wayward Children. Yeah, Weasel. School for Wayward Children, right. Benny knows where it is. Ye– Yes, Weasel as in Chicken Arms Weasel, whatever. Listen, I got one Winter Soldier here who needs a ride home ASAP, your honor.”

Bucky double-checks the bottle in his hands, just in case there’s any left.

“Oh, he’s toast,” Weasel adds, taking the empty bottle from Bucky’s limp fingers. “He’s not alcohol poisoning toast, I’m very careful about how drunk I let my patrons get, but his ass is grass and it’s about to get mowed. He’s gonna have a hangover for a week, maybe. Anyway, I’m cutting him off because he will get alcohol poisoning if he has anymore, and he is a depressing drunk these days, so can you come get him? Yeah, he’s been all maudlin and sad eyes for the past three hours, it’s ruining the atmosphere. He’s like a drowned kitten. If I have to give him another napkin to blow his nose I’m gonna blow his head off instead.” Weasel’s quiet for a second, then nods. “Great. Thanks.”

Weasel then gives Bucky back his phone and a pat on the shoulder. “Becca said she’ll be here in half an hour,” he says. “But you’re officially cut off, big guy. No more until next week, okay? If I see your maudlin, deadbeat dad ass back in here before then, I’m turning you out so your liver can recover and you can leave a few spare pennies to the kid you’re not allowed to be a dad to in five years.”

“I’m a dad,” Bucky mumbles.

“Happy Father’s Day,” Weasel says sympathetically.

“I’m a dad and my ex is too pissed at me to let me be a dad,” Bucky bemoans. “‘Cause he thinks I tried to get out of our relationship by lying about my little sister gettin’ abducted by aliens… What a fucking world.”

“Jesus, are you the Winter Soldier or the Spring Meltdown?” Weasel asks.

“Ha-ha,” Bucky mutters. “Fuck… I let ‘im slip through my fingers, Weasel. He jus’… slipped away…”

“You can’t win everything, buddy.”

“I should’ve just called him!” Bucky says again, thunking his forehead on the bar. “I was so obsessed with bringin’ back Benny an’ Ma – I – I should’ve called him.”

“You didn’t know,” Weasel says, patting his shoulder.

Bucky drops his head onto the countertop and groans.

“Hey,” somebody next to him, a fella with a real ugly mug, says. “They already added you back to the Dead Pool. You gonna croak? You look like you’re about to croak. ‘Cause I could really use the money, yannow?”

“Fuck off, Wade!” Weasel says. “The man’s a brand new father of a seven-year-old he didn’t know existed until today!”

“Gee, thanks, tell everybody why don’t you,” Bucky says, muffled by the countertop. “Put it on a billboard, Bucky Barnes has a kid he dudn’t get to be a dad to. Maybe I’ll win an award for worst father ever.”

“That’ll break your heart,” Wade, supposedly, says. “Wow. Is it worse to be the brand new dad of a seven-year-old you never knew about or a two-year-old you never knew about?”

“You don’t have a two-year-old,” Weasel says, confused.

“I don’t,” Wade confirms. “I’m talking about Mopey, would he rather the kid be two or seven.”

“Two!” Bucky says, sitting up and throwing up three declarative fingers. Weasel folds one of them. “Two,” Bucky repeats, blinking.

“Yeah, that is less time missed,” Wade says. “No brainer, I guess. Well, either way, you still don’t have your OG left arm and Steve was still a stripper.”

Bucky cocks his head at Wade. “Huh?”

“Ignore him, he’ll only confuse you,” Weasel says quickly.

“We’re living in a simulation,” Wade whispers to Bucky. “A virtual world created only by using the English language and your imagination! There’s no pictures, just words! And we’re all being puppeteered around a mental stage by a keyboard and a mouse, all to the whims of an unfeeling god who likes keeping you –” he pokes Bucky in the chest and Bucky looks down in confusion before meeting Wade’s gaze again, “– in the dark about how many children you may or may not have!”

“I have more children?” Bucky whispers in horror.

“No, no, sorry, not right now,” Wade says, patting his arm. “You just got the one for now.”

“Good,” Bucky says, nodding in relief.

“And to be more clear,” Wade carries on, “you should know that our God is not the God from the Supernatural canon. His name’s Chuck, he’s an okay guy. But he’s also fictional, so there’s probably another god like the one we have above his universe.”

“G-d’s name is Chuck?” Bucky whispers in confusion.

“Well, and I suppose our God’s not an unfeeling god, exactly,” Wade continues without answering Bucky’s query. “Just bored, probably. And possibly an insomniac. But!” Wade adds with a grin. “Speaking of God. If I had a nickel for every time our God gave you a son and didn’t tell you about it until way later, I’d have two and a half nickels, which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it’s happened twice plus almost a third time.”

“You’re gonna give me a headache,” Bucky says, turning away. “G-d’s nah real or he’s a lady. Wait.” He turns back. “Two an’ a half nickels?”

“Two and a half nickels,” Wade confirms, showing Bucky between his fingers two whole nickels and a third cut neatly in half.

“How much is half a nickel worth?” Bucky whispers. “Why do you have two and a half nickels?”

“Well, there’s a nickel for you not knowing the kid ever existed until you meet them post-birth,” Wade says, “and that’s happened twice so far,” he drops the two whole nickels onto the bartop. “But there’s a half a nickel,” he continues, holding the half of a nickel up now, “for the time you did know the kid existed, you just didn’t know if it was a boy or girl and for some reason you couldn’t make it to the birth. I think you were in Siberia chasing a cannibal or something.”

Bucky nods, trying very hard to follow along.

“And I guess,” Wade continues, “you could count the time you got him pregnant but the two of you insisted you were not in love with each other until the baby was born as a negative nickel, because you knew the entire time and still didn’t really get to be a dad until after you got back together with Steve. So, really, one and a half nickels if you do the math.”

Bucky blinks at the nickels. There’s one whole nickel, one half of a nickel. He double checks. One nickel, one half a nickel. “There were definitely two whole nickels,” he mutters.

“Not once we got through PEMDAS.”

“You said one kid,” Bucky says with a heavy frown, holding up a finger. “I have one kid.”

“For you, right now, right here, yes,” Wade confirms. “Elsewhere, elsewhen, approximately one year and two months from this moment shared between us? It depends.”

“What?” Bucky says. “Never mind. I’m too drunk for this.”

“In the timeline with that half-nickel, God overcompensated and gave you seventeen children!” Wade adds, slapping Bucky on the back. “Eighteen if the first one had lived.”

Bucky chokes on nothing. “Eighteen? Am I allergic to condoms or something?”

“No, no, just monogamous, so instead you had four vasectomies but they all reversed themselves,” Wade answers.

Bucky blinks at him. “My – my bits put themselves back together?”

“Yep,” Wade says. “The first time it happened, you had to sleep on the couch until the doc proved he had clipped your wings! The second time, you just got yelled at. Third time? He said God must really want your family tree to flourish. Fourth time, y’all just gave up and waited for menopause.”

Bucky just stares blankly at Wade.

“Don’t worry about it, there’s no super soldier serum in this universe because we crossed over from Marvel to Supernatural, so if you get a vasectomy now, it won’t reverse itself. But don’t get a vasectomy,” Wade adds quickly. “Not yet.”

“Not yet?” Bucky repeats, confused. “I need one in the future?”

“Yes, you and Steve will decide to cap the spigot later on,” Wade says, then turns as Weasel passes them. “Weasel, I would like a Blow Job, please.”

“What?” Bucky says, blinking hard. “Steve an’… Cap the what?”

“I hate you and stop filling the man’s head with nonsense about your Goddamn nickels,” Weasel says, but goes to make a Blow Job.

“I hate him, too, I think,” Bucky mutters. “How many nickels did he have? Why does G-d give him nickels?”

“Break a leg with Steve and Eli,” Wade says, clapping Bucky on the shoulder again. “I have it on good authority that you won’t be in the pits forever.”

Bucky laughs, then falls over the countertop again busting his sides laughing.

“What?” Wade says.

“Buddy,” Bucky mutters as he sits up again. “I sold my soul. I do literally have eternity in the pits to look forward to. I only got five years left an’ I’mma spend ‘em knowing I have a son but not being able to do damn thing about it.”

“Haven’t you seen the Parent Trap?” Wade asks. “You don’t need to lift a finger. Just stand still and be a good dad to Eli. Right?”

“Right,” Bucky says, not sure he agrees. “Who’s Eli?”

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, Barnes!” Wade bids.

“I don’t even know you,” Bucky says as he walks away. “Wait a second!”

Wade comes back, leaning on the counter. “Are you, in fact, going to croak it? Because I need to get my bet in. I mean, I know you’re gonna die in your sleep at like 93, but are you gonna croak?”

“How do you know his name’s Steve?” Bucky asks, bewildered.

“Who?” Wade asks.

“The guy who had my kid,” Bucky says. “How do you know his name’s Steve?”

“I scrolled up,” Wade answers.

“What?” Bucky says.

“Now I’m scrolling away,” Wade tells him, patting him on the shoulder before leaving.

Weasel comes back, holding the finished blowjob. “Are you serious?” he says, looking around. “Again?”

“Huh?” Bucky says, blinking slowly.

“He keeps ordering blowjobs and then walking away before I can give them to him!” Weasel snaps. “He only does it so he can say, I would like a blowjob please! Pisses me off.”

Weasel downs the blowjob, grimacing. Bucky puts his head back down on the counter, resting his eyes against the lights. He’s light-headed and the room is spinning, but if he keeps his eyes closed, it feels less like he’s on deck in the middle of a hurricane. Steve’s pretty face swims in his mind alongside the face of Bucky’s kid that he had without telling him. His drunken thoughts prod along daydreams of a world where he’d told Steve the real truth no matter how crazy it sounded and Steve had believed him and then he’d gotten to be there for his kid the whole time.

#i am immensely pleased with this fic #i'm a god #not like in the delusional sense in the like meta sense like chuck is god in supernatural moonythejedi is god in this fic #or whatever i'm calling myself #his ass is grass and it's about to get mowed #why does god give wade nickels #bc it's funny #oh if it wasn't clear this is from my new spn x stucky fic #no title only vibes #are you the winter soldier or the spring meltdown #i write straight bangers

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sonicman66 · 9 months ago

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Punchline

This one's not even a crossover, just an idea for a Batman story. \

Start off following the Joker breaking out of Arkham. Its a usual breakout, some props are used, there's a few dead or gassed guards lying around, he makes it into the city and he's plotting out his new heist/joke/evil deed. In the dead of night he sees oncoming lights and dives out into the street to commandeer the car.

And the car slams right into him.

In the car is a completely normal person, not anybody big or with a complicated backstory or anything at all, just Joe Schmoe realizing exactly what just happened. They look terrified and also surprised. They just hit the Joker. There's a beat, and then they put the car in reverse.

Cut to an emergency services dispatcher getting a call, has this weird tone of voice, but they've heard a lot and honestly nothing surprises them (until now). Convo goes something like this.

"911 what would you like to report?" "Yeah, I uh, I hit a guy. With my car." "Alright, i'll send an ambulance over with the police-" "Oh, ambulance won't be needed. I'm fine and he's- well. He's not getting back up anytime soon." Wince from operator "What is the location of the accident? Are you certain he's dead-" "Oh yeah, I made sure. He was getting back up after the first one and twitchin after the second, but the third one popped his head like a grape." "Are you claiming that you murdered this man?" "I guess so? The first hit was an accident, and kinda not my fault, i mean the guy actually jumped in front of my car shoutin some nonsense, but everything after that was to make sure he stayed down." "The police are on their way, please remain where you are and cooperate when they arrive, things will be much easier if you let them do their jobs-" "Don't worry, i'm coming in quietly. Don't think I'll be safe on the streets once the Bat learns I killed the Joker." "YOU WHAT?!"

Cut to the officers arriving on the scene, standing with the driver, staring at the Joker's corpse. They have mixed reactions. Some of them are acting like a party just started, and are celebrating, some are concerned for the driver, one of them offers to let the driver go and claim that they 'ran off' and ensure any searches for them get backlogged bc come on man-

But the driver is adamant. They want to be taken in, because if the cops don't bring them in, then Batman will, and they like their kneecaps to remain intact, thank you very much.

Cut to them in an interrogation room. They're getting the Nice Cops treatment from everyone that isn't outright cheering for them. Whoever's questioning them is being polite but also by the book, getting the whole incident down. The driver's explanation of their mental reasoning for backing up and hitting the Joker again is something like this.

"I'm not gonna pretend that I had some grand epiphany but when I saw him getting back up, I realized that at this point the best case scenario is that the Joker carjacks me and kills me quickly. The worst case scenario, he carjacks me and makes me the centerpiece of his next big thing, all because I pissed him off. If I drive off, there's no way he won't go out and try and find me and then i'm guaranteed the worst case. So I figure, 'what the hell, in for a penny' and decide to finish what I started."

When Batman inevitably hears and does a threatening interrogation/conversation, the driver isn't unfazed, but they're upfront about it. They don't deny Bats' whole 'You're a killer' thing, avoids the moral discussion. Instead, they just go "Yeah, I killed somebody, but I plan to serve my time. I don't think i'm some hero or badass because I killed the clown. All I know is that now nobody will have to wake up afraid that they'll be Joker Gassed on the subway, or turned into playing cards, or some other fucked up joke by a guy who'll get put in a paper prison after he's caught. I didn't do 'the right thing', but I did something necessary."

Pleads guilty in a trial if they don't go for first-degree murder, and quietly serves their time. Avoids joining any gangs or companies in jail, because "No sir mr. cobblepot, I'm not interested in joining your 'enterprise', whether it be legal or otherwise, I really just want to go back to a normal life, I appreciate the offer, honest-" and appreciates the various gift baskets they get (Harley sent a cake with a razor sticking out of it, Ivy sent a plant that was quietly returned, and they got one from Red Hood that had a note on it offering to break em out for free (rejected)).

#batman #dc comics #story ideas #i really enjoy the concept of #some schmuck kills the joker without making a big deal of it #so its not some dramatic offing or a move by a rival villain #just another incident

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princesshillaryellaworld25 · 1 year ago

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Sick Boyfriend noticed the burn mark on Drugfriend's arm

After Drugfriend and Sick Girlfriend got out of Bowser's castle...

Drugfriend: Hey, We're back!

Penelope: So how did your fight with Bowser go?

Sick GF: It was too easy but there were too many of them so we had to escape.

Sick BF: Well I'm glad you guys got out of there, wait what about woody?

Drugfriend: When he got the bomb to cause an explosion to take down Bowser and his minions, he got caught underground.

Penelope: Oh dear, is he okay?

Sick GF: We're not sure, We'll try to find him

Sick BF: I hope so...

Drugfriend: Yeah, Anyways we manage to get the mirror without any damage.

Sick BF: Mmm, Hmm?

Sick Boyfriend spots a burn mark on Drugfriend's arm, his necklace turned light red which means worried

Sick BF: *gasp* DRUGFRIEND, WHAT HAPPENED?! HOW DID YOU GET A BURN MARK ON YOUR ARM?!

Drugfriend: Oh this? Uh Bowser must've hit my arm while breathing fire while me, Sick Girlfriend and Woody are beating Bowser's minions, no big deal. Hehe 😅

Sick Boyfriend expression turned angry that somebody has hurted someone he cares about. His necklace color turned dark red.

Sick GF: Oh boy...

Penelope: Uh oh...

Drugfriend: That's not good..

Sick BF: Would you guys excuse me for a sec?

Penelope: Uh ok then...

Sick BF: Thank you *went inside Bowser's castle*

Sick GF: Oh that's not good

Drugfriend: Sick Boyfriend's gonna beat bowser's ass!

Penelope: I'm still confused, Why are you guys scared about Sick Boyfriend being angry.

Sick GF and Drugfriend looked at each other nervously and then at Penelope.

Sick GF: Uhhh Penny, there's something you need to know about Sick Boyfriend...

Drugfriend: You see when Sick Boyfriend sees me or anyone cares about....he tends to get a little...

Sick BF: YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!!

*BAM*

Bowser: *Screaming*

*BAM, BAM, BAM*

Penelope: Oh shit!!!

Drugfriend: Overprotective....

Penelope: This happened before?

Sick GF: Yep, When Senpai told his little sister Sick Kaity that no one would date her, he found out and he nearly killed Senpai.

Drugfriend: I was there when he did it *shivers* It was very scary.

Penelope was scared for a bit.

Then they heard Bowser scream as he flew in there.

Drugfriend: OH MY GOD!

Sick GF: Do you see that?!

Penelope: Yeah, I saw that!!!

Sick GF: *mind* Oh god, he done it...

After that....

Sick BF: Phew, I feel so much better, Huh?

Penelope, Sick GF & Drugfriend: 😨

Sick BF: What?

Sick GF: Sick Boyfriend, did you send Bowser flying around the world like Princess Daisy did?

Sick BF: Yeah, I did, First I asked him did he burn Drugsy's arm and he said no, so I ask him again and he said yes and he doesn't regret it.

Penelope: And what did you do next?

Sick BF: I beat him to a pulp using my microphone and a iron baseball bat, quick here you go *hands Penelope her baseball bat that had blood on it*

Penelope: Oh dear god.....

Drugfriend: And what did you do him next?

Sick BF: I send him flying to around the world and back. Which he should be back right about....

Bowser: aaaaaAAHHHHHHHHHHH-

*Crash!!!!*

Sick BF: Now.

Penelope: *mind* Jesus Christ!!!!

Sick BF: Now that Bowser is defeated, Let's go back to Hybridstar kingdom!

Drugfriend: O-Oh Okay....

Sick GF: *mind* Oh shit, he's scary when he angry than me!!!!

Penelope: *mind* Note to self: Never piss off Sick Boyfriend...

#friday night funkin #fnf spongebob parodies #fnf mod #fnf headcanons #fnf au #Viviana Arc

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the-firebird69 · 5 days ago

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Top 10 Songs Of 1978

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Yeah I used to piss him off on purpose cuz he was pissing me off and a little war it's okay though. These signs are awesome I can't think of one song that I wouldn't listen to. He says there might be one but not that many it's true oh wow what a blast from the past and he says they're famous songs because of the happening in the future and people get a copy of them singing it and say excuse me singing it now I don't really recall it but and they write it up and they play it I'll tell you what it happened a lot and Blondie it happens to almost everything she does but it's hard doing it it's a different version you see here and her songs are massively intense and when in New York they do the Mars eating cars and it's intense it's in the future from now and they're talking about people recycling cars and how it's probably the Empire and it's now coming out. A lot of it is that they're seeing you about it goes back it doesn't make any sense and the Empire is throwing it back and they're a little nuts and it's really strange stuff even to us and we are the ones having some of it done but we love these songs they're intense and they we grew up with them and we know them and we can feel power in them and it's expressed it is power and people are amazed when they hear it and they hear what it means and without going into it it has very very deep meaning to us and we are very pleased to hear it and I'm happy my husband had a rotisserie chicken and ate the whole thing while watching Star wars and he is still hungry and it shows he should be eating more but boy what a dream some of these songs are just a dream and it's fun for us because we hear it and we see it and it's real and very real to us there were issuing the orders and we know that those are our orders being followed in a lot of them and we can see it and hear it happening and they have an angle for each and every one of them but my my it's an exciting time and exciting music and the people are here but sing the songs and to them they're just seeing it again and then find out it's a loop and they want to know who and they find you smiling Mac proper and made consider them to be idiots a lot of people do but my husband clarified it and some of them remember they go back in time when they want these people are sending it back and trying to do the job and they end up respecting them but wow what a day today is too this is massive there's a war between the morlock and the warlock it's the pseudo Empire but they are going to disappear and they are the bullies and a higher level bully and they are eliminating themselves and reducing the Mac proper smoke screen and they're stepping out of the way and people our manufacturing things and the Empire has no choice they are simply ridiculous with them and it is going on now it is an intense time for us and for me this bulley Trump is going to be put down and in many ways he is going to lose his life over and over and he is going to lose things to my husband and my self we are going to gain somebody and some beans and it's practically nothing but to us we get to move around and eat well sleep better and it is a little bit of quality of life when it is very very hard to get by out here and boy are they ridiculous. I'm hoping that we give enough feet down that he doesn't have to go to a homeless shelter for Christ's sake what a piece of s*** this guy is a living piece of s***

Right now I'm informed that there are five groups of Mac proper at the Spencer property and that's the actual name no but it's close and they're out there Snoopy around and they've got several different methods that they're going to try and use and one of them was Penny who's Uma Thurman in this case and it was not me playing Penny Lawler either it's close to my character and that's what she was doing. It was Uma thurman. She failed that there are groups of Mac proper they're doing it and they're not small groups

Hera

I heard him earlier say penis and you meant me and now I see why and there's groups they sort of fight each other but they don't and this is a big problem

Joel w

Haha no it's not funny it's our nest egg that was taken from us and we died a violent death and we're back and we can't let someone else have it after this happened to us we simply have to stop him and I'm asking my husband to stop messing around with this kid leave alone you're doing half the job and you want to do none of it and this place you wanted to go is something that we don't control and I'm sick of saying it and I'm tired of hearing about it from other people saying we're wrong and I need him to quit doing what he's doing and right now and I'm very sick of it the kid doesn't care for Taylor Swift for my other characters and I'm starting to get why where these morons yelling at him threatening him and threatening pennies and it never seems to stop and other people are helping him like Uma Thurman and Terry cheesman is trying to get him funding and we're not letting it go through because it's supposedly not us but it's our group and we're complete assholes I admit it it's wrong and keep doing it and a major reason is because of trump he is right up in his face and he's spoiled and I'm going to have to try and stop him myself and they're saying I'm doing it too and yeah I was doing it but I have this place and it's in my mouth the taste of actually living well and really having things like cities and this fool is giving it up just to bother him just like his friend Dave wants you can see it the stupid f***** doesn't get it everybody else does in the dumb a****** can't f****** fathom Dave doing it when he was picking on him and messing around with him just like he's doing to his brother and this guy is beating the s*** out of him with anything that he can grab everybody that comes near me I'm sick of it who the hell wants to live in a homeless shelter in this piece of f****** s*** or even go back to the goddamn neighborhood or nothing happens but we got our asses kicked and it's going to happen to be in and we're getting our asses kicked because we won the stupid election really it's going south and I can't stand it anymore I need Trump to stop doing what he's doing

Sarah

We're going to make that happen she's right she can't stop him and she's stopping herself a little here and there and the turd is not doing any work and he thinks threatening our son will get himself so we are going to attack

Thor Freya

We're attacking right now but we do hear they're helping and we see other people doing it and we're going to have to take him down and get rid of the stock he has somehow

Mac daddy

There's a procedure on removing stock from someone's possession and it has to do with the stock exchange and it is a hostile takeover and there's ways to force it out of them and we're going to do it and other people are vowing to do it right now

Olympus

#Youtube

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forensicated · 4 months ago

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04x03 - Good Will Visit

It's hello to PC Pete Ramsey who makes his first appearance in this episode. It's not an arrival that makes him popular however as he almost knocks several colleagues over by pulling into the front yard at speed with all of a quick beep of his horn. He also pulls straight into the marked Chief Superintendent's space. Ooops.

Yorkie bores June as he explains that Crimestoppers' promise of anonymity to those reporting serious crimes will lead to lots of people being set up by others they've pissed off.

Alec and Malcolm are called to a club that has been ravaged by drunken sailors. The officers have the measure of the greedy owner who charges prices far higher than his establishment warrants. The owner claims he doesn't care about the damage, it's the injuries to his security that have upset him. One has a broken nose and the other has several broken ribs. He wants them nicking for it.

Ted shouts at Mke for not bringing him the full write-up of what he's been up to. The crime book has 'inquiries in hand' as an explanation - and Ted bollocks him for that too. Mike takes a deep breath in and calmly explains that that is exactly what Ted told him to do in the past when pushed for time. "That was of course when you were a Sergeant..." Jim 'helpfully' adds that he's told him exactly the same. "That is a false entry!" Ted snaps and asks why they haven't circulated the registration. Mike explains they only have part of the number and have been making further inquiries to try and narrow it down. He thinks he knows where the van has been stored. Ted barks that they're getting sloppy and to go out and nick somebody. Undeterred, Mike tells him not to take the fact he's only Acting DI out on them. Ted wants results. "Do I make myself clear?"

Pete arrives to see the Chief Inspector and noses in reports whilst waiting. Outside, Tom Penny is taking note of Pete's registration number whilst it's parked in the Chief Super's spot. Jim and Mike joke that if he doesn't find out who has parked there before Brownlow turns up he'll likely be flung off light duties and transferred to Brixton.

Alec takes Malcolm to find the sailors. I've giffed this bit because Malcolm's reaction is hilarious.

Derek's secretary is not amused by Pete leaving his dirty bag on her desk as he goes in to see Conway...

Robin is assigned to police a junction where the traffic lights have failed again. "Just point at a car and when you're sure the driver has seen you, you raise your hand like this, palm out!"

Robin worries that he won't get a break before his lunch break and Bob just smirks.

Tom asks if Bob knows who owns the Porche parked in Brownlow's bay. Bob mocks him playfully, but Tom has had a sense of humour bypass since he was shot. He tells Bob he'll do his duties properly, however mundane they are.

Derek sizes Pete up and tells him he's not happy taking on bent coppers from other divisions. Pete protests his innocence and points out he was cleared. "You were let off." Derek corrects. Pete suggests he was made a scapegoat. "That's not the view your Chief Super took. Cheating at cards is a criminal offence whether it's with your colleagues or not. You should have been nicked." "So why wasn't I?" Pete drawls. Derek points out that no station wants to wash its dirty linen in public and that he is still in the force by the skin of his teeth. Pete claims that being put back into uniform is punishment enough. "You're too smart for your own good," Derek warns him and says he'll give him a chance, not that he deserves it. He calls downstairs, asking Bob to come up to see him.

Mike and Jim drive around and spot the van in question. Jim is still sulking about his bollocking and Mike gently explains that a man who wants to prove himself is ruthless. "I just hope he gets selected quick so we can all settle down and get some peace." Jim sighs. "Better the devil you know..." "What if we get another Galloway?" "There's a thought!" Mike frowns. What was wrong with Roy?!!

Derek explains to Bob that Pete has transferred from Barton St. Pete mutters that Sun Hill wasn't his 'choice' to transfer to and Derek explains that it's been rushed through on compassionate grounds. The beauty of Eric Richard's acting here shows that he immediately gets something going on below the surface.

Malcolm suggests to Alec that, before they go any further with their case, they should get some advice on how to proceed given that the assorted armed forces have their own police and regulations. Alec claims they're only after information and if it comes to nicking then they'll play it by ear. Malcolm literally groans at hearing this.

Bob leads Pete to the locker room and asks him about his move being for 'compassionate reasons'. Pete claims his mum lives just outside Sun Hill and she 'hasn't been too good for some time.' Tom hears Pete's last name in passing and asks him if he owns the Porche. When Pete confirms it he orders him to park it on the street. Bob explains that Tom has had a hard time lately and that's why he's a little... prickly. Pete asks if Bob knows of a garage he can take it to so he can get it out of the way. Bob tells him to take it to one nearby called Harry's and tell the owner that Bob sent him.

Jim returns to Mike with a McDonald's. Mike inspects his burger and moans that he doesn't like relish just as Jim takes a bite out of his. "Sorry mate, must have the wrong one." he says, swapping him.

Pete approaches the garage and explains he's 'a mate of Bob Cryer's' and that his car has been stalling occasionally. Harry suggests he return next week "How does next Tuesday suit?" "It doesn't." Pete drawls, walking off after handing his keys over. "I'll pick it up at 5."

Derek receives a phone call from the Ministry of Defence reporting Alec and Malcolm for boarding a boat without prior permission. He promises he'll look into it and will call him back. He calls downstairs and insists that Alec come up to see him as soon as he returns.

Jim and Mike spot a couple of men approaching the van they're watching. Mike manages to arrest his suspect before he gets out of the van but Jim has to chase his into an alley. With no way out, the man tries some karate [?] on Jim (with an audible "...Oh no!" in response haha!) Jim thankfully has a rather convenient bin next to him to wallop him and a pile of empty boxes for the man to land on.

Mike and Jim force the men to open the van but they don't speak English so can't explain what they're carrying or how it got there.

Unfortunately for Derek, Alec and Malcolm return to Sun Hill with a minibus full of sailors he's brought in for questioning alongside 2 commanding officers.

Yorkie and Taffy find it all hilarious. "What the hell's going on?" "Dunno, looks like Alec Peters has a mutiny on his hands though."

Mike and Jim bring in their suspects and the contents of the van and ask Bob and Tom for their opinion as the two men can't explain. Bob suspects drugs and Tom does the classic Englishman Abroad attempt at speaking to foreigners. "WHAT. IS. IT?" The two men shrug and speak their own language and Tom sniffs the powder. "It can't be..." he muses, before shaking his head and dismissing it.

The two commanding officers size up the sailors in the yard before ordering them to turn and march inside the station at double time.

Pete approaches a trader in the market who tells him to back off because it isn't his manor. "Oh yes it is, me old china! Don't do a moody on me, Fisk." he growls before the trader explains it's been a bad morning and he's skint. Pete tells him he can do better than that. Fisk hands Pete £20 and claims it's all he can manage.

The commanding officer tells Bob that he doesn't have to question the sailors because they all admit to being part of the disturbance at the club. Malcolm appears and tells Alec that "Mr Conway is screaming for you, Sarge..." Alec takes his hat off and heads upstairs.

Ted doesn't know what the bags from the van could have in them after inspecting it. Jim suggests it's the stuff 'you put in a bowl to make the place smell nice?' "Pot Purri?" Mike answers. "No, no...it's not pot!" "Idiot!" Mike sighs before suggesting that it's rubbish and they just let the men go.

Pete pops his head in the door and looks the bags over. "Saffron." he answers, explaining it's a spice used in cooking for flavour and colour. Ted asks him who he is and he explains he was a DC at Barton St and has transferred to Sun Hill. He explains it's a nice haul and he's worked a similar case before. He reckons they've hauled in approx £60K's worth of the rare spice.

Alec explains to Derek that they'd boarded the boat with the idea of just making inquiries but it snowballed. Derek points out that he shouldn't have boarded it without permission from the MOD. "They're on a goodwill visit, sir. They've given us tremendous cooperation!" Derek asks if they've been cautioned. "No sir, we haven't had time." He then asks if they notified the MOD - Alec again says no. "I know you bloody well didn't!! I had them on the phone the moment you marched those sailors off!" The frigate is loaded with Top Secret electronics. "It's a wonder you and Hanyes weren't shot on sight as spies!"

Pete explains to Ted that he got busted back to uniform after getting caught playing cards on duty. "You know how it goes..." "Oh I know..." Ted muses. Pete asks if he'll put in a good word for him to join CID again and Ted just nods and thanks him for his help. Mike confirms that it is Saffron and has narrowed down where it was stolen from. "Useful lad to have around..." he muses to Ted. Ted tells him to leave and shut the door behind him. He's checking up on Pete...

Alec doesn't get why Derek is so upset because the men committed an arrestable offense and have admitted to it. Derek explains that if they'd bothered to check in they'd have discovered that they are due to set off the next morning to join in secret NATO exercises in the Mediterranean for an undisclosed amount of time. Derek puts it plainly - he'd have caused less damage to proceedings with an Exocet missile aimed at the ship. He orders Alec to bail the sailors into Naval Custody and never do it again. Derek will go and speak to the magistrate and try and smooth it over though he warns Alec that he might be writing reports for the rest of his service.

Ted goes to speak to Derek and asks him about Pete, explaining he knows he's not the sort of man to play cards with. Derek asks him not to spread it around and explains Barton St have had a lot of trouble as it looked like the whole station would be transferred overnight at one point. "Naughty firm that Barton St..." He accepted Pete as a favour to an old friend - the Chief Super at Barton St. Ted explains that it wasn't just a simple card game, he cheated young naive PC's into debts of £500 over a game of Brag. "And the rest, they'll lynch him if he ever shows his face back at Barton Street." Derek nods. "There's never been any proof that he's bent." but both men are aware that it seems there's more bubbling away.

As the sailors are driven off - with Alec naming it as one of the worst days of his life, the remaining relief stand together to give Alec and Malcolm a naval whistle welcome back inside the station.

Pete notices Harry, the garage owner, park his car around the corner from the garage. Smirking, he heads over with a spare key and jumps in the driver's side, driving off. I mean... how the hell does he expect it NOT to get back to Bob? He knows the owner is a friend of his and that he told him to mention his name to get it done quicker and maybe even at mate's rates... how can he not see the bigger problem on the horizon here?

"Have I got something to tell you...." Ted beams as he approaches Bob, despite his promises to Derek to keep quiet.

The next morning, Bob introduces Pete to the team and assigns duties. "And if Sgt Peters asks anyone to board an aircraft carrier or Boeing 747 just politely refuse..."

As he dismisses the rest, Bob leads Pete out for a 'quiet word' which involves him being shoved against the wall with the warning to never mess with his friends again.

Pete plays dumb but Bob is no fool, telling him he knows exactly what he did with Harry and the car and he's to go back and pay him for it. Pete claims he didn't have enough cash on him at the time and he was going to pay for it. Bob gives him an hour to pay before he nicks him and the warning that he's watching him and knows why he really transferred to Sun Hill. One step out of line and he'll have him.

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maguro13-2 · 1 year ago

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Legacy of Shinra ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Chapter 1 Pt.10

[Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean]

Ashley : I know it has to be here somewhere. Anything possible to find this Shinra person?

Red the Demon : Beats me. It doesn't seem like that it doesn't exist after all. We don't know where the Chao World is, but I believe there might be a way to find Chao World and look for the Shinra Person. That Shinra guy is the one who created Soul World and Shinigami as well.

Ashley : Which I was preparing for a full on attack with backup. It's time to make my meeting with the Gorgon Sisters with a crazy nasty--[exclaiming] Hello!

[Sonic SFX : Chaos Control]

Ashley : Huh? Where the heck are we? Looks like were in Prison Island.

Red the Demon : Prison Island? You mean that beautiful island that is super strong and super tight with security? Why wouldn't I?...I would love to see the beautiful and historical Prison Island...Hey, Ash.

Ashley : Yeah?

Red the Demon : I think we're in the "Wrong" Prison Island.

[Prison Island (Shadow the Hedgehog) - Jun Senoue]

Ashley : Did some "thing" managed to teleport us into Sonic's world? This must be Prison Island, but the entire place is all broken after it was exploded by that mad doctor.

Red the Demon : B-Blown up by that "Mad Doctor"? This was the place took place in the Dreamcast Era around 5 years ago. This is no longer a military base since the island was blown up about 5 years before Shadow's game was released.

Ashley : And yet, it was about 2 years before my debut. Still no sign of what did Wario have to do with me when I face new people into Nintendo. But there's gotta be a place where I can find Chao World. This way, follow me!

Red the Demon : Okay!....Uh-Oh! We got company! [G.U.N Robots appears]

Ashley : Looks like the Island has left out it's mere toys! But I gotta put them away first! [Battles and defeats all the robots with her magic] That should be done by now! Right now we got a move on!

[Scenes of Ashley venturing through Prison Island Ruins and battling the G.U.N Robots]

Ashley : No wonder why this place was abandoned, it feels like that Prison Island was being built underneath the Iron Jungle, that's where the Mad Doctor is currently at right now.

Red the Demon : Eh, no way point. But I see it clearly, tho.

??? : [Being chased around by G.U.N Beetles] Help! Help! Somebody help me!

Ashley : That voice! That sounded like...[realizing] Penny Crygor?!

Penny Crygor : Uaaaaahhh! Help! Don't just stand there, shoot these things! They're starting to piss me off!

Ashley : Oh boy, after getting her a treat of licking my "Soles", I was hoping that she would go on her own by herself, but then again...I have to save her from being in danger. [Destroys the G.U.N Beetles to save Penny]

Penny Crygor : Thanks for saving me, Ashley! I Could've done it without your help! That was a close one!

Ashley : Quite thankfully. Anyway, Penny, what are you doing out here in Sonic's world? I told you to stay put and look after the mansion. How did you ended up in a place like this?

Penny Crygor : Well, when I was on my way back to your place, I just noticed that a strange "Thing" that came from out of the portal, I heard that it was the Time-Eater entity that came from "His" World and somehow used Chaos Control to warp into Sonic's. He knew exactly what the entity told about the Kusakabe Legacy, I believe that Soul Eater, the Japanese manga from Square Enix, isn't the only manga that is set in one universe, It's also the universe where the Kusakabe Legacy is connected to them, Death Weapon Meister Academy.

Ashley : It's that what Soul Eater was all this about, protecting the Legacy of Shinra that he created their world from being fallen...

Penny Crygor : ...Fallen into "Despair". "Despair", I've known that word somewhere before. If the Author putting Soul World into "Despair", then this so-called "Despair" is also affecting people's hearts and souls. Maybe perhaps it's connected, with "Sin" and "Madness" throughout the same Ohkubo verse. Or that "Despair", Sin", and "Madness," are linked to each other as vibes. I did not think that the author of the manga would use religious things like that. But eventually, what's gonna happen to those guys would be done for...especially your old partner, Kimial!

Ashley : [gasped in shock] My partner? [visions shows Kimial holding a wounded Jacqueline (her lover), crying in despair]

Kimial Diehl (As seen in vision) : I'm sorry, Ash. I'm Sorry. *snffing*

Ashley : Ugh! [flashes back to the two] You're right about that. I sense that my partner is in danger. Whatever she is there doing in the real world, we gotta get to meet in Chao World now. I know of a shortcut that could lead me to Chao World, I found this "key" to Chao World [holds up to show a Chao Key in her hand] With this, we'll might know that we would meet Shinra in person. But if you want your treat of licking my...(groans) "Soles" at least, we're going to have a visit to the Chao World as friendly visitors. But this is going to be such a Total Drag.

Penny Crygor : Alrighty then! Let's go! [the two runs off]

Red the Demon : I never thought that I never met the "Shinra" guy before, but I think clearly why would he live in Chao World that is near San Francisco? Does that mean that if...H-Hey, guys! Wait for me! Don't leave me out here! [runs after them] I don't wanna get left alone in the middle of this Iron-Jungle of the Former Prison Island! I've got devilish things to do in the demon world! Please, I'm begging you to not leaving me here! WAAAAIT!

~ 10th Scene : Meeting the Devil ~

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No one listens when I say no-and then I feel like shit for days and it’s my fault and I piss people off and it’s not fair-why do I not deserve the same respect as anyone else when I say no? I’m itchy all over and my brain feels fuzzy and everything is too hot and too cold and too bright and too loud but it wouldn’t be if my no’s got listened to and I know they didn’t before so I shouldn’t expect it now but it’s not fair because no is supposed to mean no and I tried to explain why and no one wants to hear it but then when I’m an ass because someone made me not feel good while knowing it would make me not feel good I’m the bad person and I left Sariel alone for less than a minute so I could try to not kill somebody or myself and Penny was a bitch and I thought Sariel was gonna get hurt and-

*Azrael wheezes*

*A child version of Sariel is wandering around heaven, seeming confused, hands constantly moving at their sides as they walk, hair messy, short and blonde, and a welder’s mask is around their neck.*

( @reluctantly-angel-sariel deaged :])

*Azrael spots them from where he’s sat under a tree. It puts his book in his bag and stands up to walk over to Sariel.*

Hey, kiddo?

#azrael(angels maybe)#m god of death

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fragileoracle · 1 year ago

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Ⅰ - Somebody For Everybody

August 1890 - Saint Denis

Fireweed. Pink petals that are spicy on the tongue, stirred into a thick nectar of deep gold in a jar labeled "butterfly food". Violet snowdrops with unfurling purple petals reaching into the cold dawn of spring. A sprig of wild oregano, its scent rich and floral as its released from dark green leaves. Crushed between two callused fingertips.

The smell of coffee; rich, dark, and inviting brewed before the mountain sun has risen. The caffeinated lifeblood of the honest worker. Fresh hay, earthy and dry for the horses rising with the morning dew, earnest hooves breaking soil in anticipation.

Memories of a life before this one filtered through Mercy's mind more vividly than any magic lantern show. With enough focus she knew she could trick her mind into retrieving those scents. A talent that on mornings like this one, was a balm to sore nerves.

If she knew one thing about the city, it was that the scent was inescapable. A heady mix of horse dung, piss, and the inescapable presence of ever-drunken low lives that clung to Saint Denis like flies to shit. A smell that would only worsen the higher the sun climbed. She was grateful that come noon she would be safe behind the glass doors of the Bastille, more than likely soaked from wrist to elbow in water and lye if luck was any indicator.

Yet in the moment, Mercy tried desperately to think pleasanter thoughts as the Saint Denis smell slowly crept in through the open window of her modest room. The bayou's looming presence was barely masked by the threadbare, faded blue curtain she'd hung all those months ago. It was still too dark to make out the faded details of the room she kept, yet even with her eyes closed she'd still be able to place every nook and cranny exactly.

Nearest the door was a wooden stool that rocked precariously if you sat in the very center of the seat, its old legs creaking in protest as if it had something better to do than the very job it was created to do. A nightstand sat closest to the bed that some time ago may have been respectable, but now was nothing more than a method to get an infection if reached for it too carelessly in the dark.

A simple candlestick sitting in an even simpler holder along with her father's silver pocket watch sat on the old table, along with a pack of cigarettes that Mercy had hidden in its only drawer a few weeks ago. The pack wrapped tightly in a spare piece of cotton she nicked from the saloon, along with a few sprigs of thyme to cover the smell. That aunt of hers had a nose like a bloodhound and would smoke through her meager savings if Mercy let her.

Then there was the simple chest of drawers at the foot of her bed. The finest piece of furniture in the room, and of course off limits to Mercy. Its body and drawers were made of sturdy, lacquered mahogany. Supposedly Myra had received it as a wedding gift from the family of her first husband, but couldn't bear to look at it or part with so it was left unused. Filled with the late Mr. Willis' belongings and a small cyanotype of the mustachioed man sitting on top.

Admittedly, Mercy had quietly rifled through the drawers once or twice, careful not to noticeably disturb the meticulously stored articles of clothing. In the top drawer were shirts that smelled of soap and dust, a comforting scent, especially on long summer nights. The second drawer with faded slacks, most with mended holes and the many stains of a working man. The last drawer was far more exciting, as in the very back of the drawer were a stack of Penny Dreadfuls, a collection of cigarette cards, and a box of jewelry all hidden beneath two folded jackets that had been pressed stiff with starch years ago. It was an odd presence, the chest of drawers, as if her aunt was still expecting Mr. Willis to return from the grave itself making the room feel more occupied than it truly was.

"Well, this is it." Myra had said when Mercy first arrived in Saint-Denis two years ago.

"Since no one else'll have you, this is where you'll be staying for the time being. Now you remember, I am welcoming you into my home outta the goodness of my heart. You're lucky your mother was my sister otherwise you'd be on your lonesome as I expect you are already aware."

There had been a cruel, greedy glint in her pale green eyes when she said those words. Almost as if she enjoyed belittling her niece by marriage, reminding her of the cruel hand she'd been dealt.

"There's you a clean bed and a chest underneath it you can use for your belongings, you only get one set of bedding and I expect you to launder it yourself. You're a full grown woman and I expect you to keep this room as tidy as you found it as well as help around the rest of the house you understand me? I won't board a layabout, no sir. If I so much as see you rummaging through a drawer I will have you on the street before you can so much as blink. I expect your monthly payments on time at the first of the month, every month. No exceptions."

And with that, two years had passed in the blink of an eye. Not once had young Miss Graves missed her rent, or incurred the wrath of the stern Mrs. Sutton or her mild-mannered husband. Since she'd moved from West Elizabeth, Mercy had grown to appreciate her circumstances somewhat. At least one hot meal a day, a dry bed to sleep in, and the comfort of the late Mr. Willis' cotton shirts. It wasn't all too bad for a woman with no prospects. Life in Saint-Denis was peaceful, unassuming, and routine.

Yet Mercy was restless, with each passing season she could feel something in her chest stirring. Memories of the mountains haunted her as often as she invoked them during the hot Lemoyne afternoons, an ebb and flow of both misery and nostalgia that kept her on edge. As much as she tried to dismiss the sense of longing that seemed to take root in her, it only acted as fuel to this unknown fire that unsettled her.

Mercy knew she should be grateful.

Grateful for her life. Grateful that she had been spared when her family had not. Grateful for the routine when it could have just as easily been a life of needless turmoil. Her's had become a simple life by the grace of what she felt could only be sheer luck. Surely there was no higher being smiling down on her, and for that, she was grateful as she seemed to slip by unnoticed. Unfavored and blessedly normal.

Still, in the moments before the sun warmed the sky Mercy was left to the disquiet of her mind. That gnawing ache had become a yearning so sharp that she could feel it pulling at invisible strings within her. A pull so strong that there were times as of late she seemed to move without noticing. Straying from routine. Rebelling against her good sense in small ways just to sate these unnameable desires within herself. It manifested imperceptibly; wandering down an alleyway she'd never noticed before, leaving the Bastille before her shift was over, giving into Remedy when he offered a shot of rum before she made her way home. The most minute of variations to the monotony her life had become. The pattern she had been all too eager to settle into was now the bane of her very existence.

Silvery rays of sunlight began to stretch across the dusty wooden floor of her room as she lay in her bed, mind traveling beyond the bayou back to Little Creek. The familiar sounds of a baying herd of cows dragged her back to the present as she sat up, fidgeting with the strings of her thin, white chemise. She couldn't remember the last time she had risen earlier than the damn cows. Yet another small rebellion of her wandering mind.

Pushing herself to her feet, Mercy turned to quietly pull out one of the two trunks that she kept neatly tucked under the bed. Even after two years in Saint-Denis, she still had very few personal effects aside from a couple blouses, skirts, undergarments, and a few other necessities she'd accumulated. As she rifled through her garments, her eyes wandered to the still-unworn pair of tan riding boots that had been gifted to her by a man she hadn't seen since.

According to the stranger, she'd left quite an impression on him. Though in hindsight, he had probably been expecting quite a bit more than she was willing to offer. Yet there they sat, the nicest thing she owned aside from her father's pocket watch, a trinket that she battled about on the regular with herself.

I'd be better off selling that old thing.

Mercy thought to herself bitterly, glancing at the boots again. Just looking at the boots evoked such an overwhelming lust in her, a feeling so intense she could almost smell the clean mountain air. The expanding ribcage of a fine horse breathing beneath her, the playful fingers of the wind against her skin, in her hair.

"Come on Graves, get moving." Mercy grumbled to herself, blindly pulling a few garments from the trunk before it was returned to its place under her bed astride those lonely, lovely boots of hers and the impossible visions they dazzled her with. Instead, she yanked her faded leather button-up shoes from the foot post of her bed as she set herself to stay to her routine today. Perhaps if she tried hard enough, those feelings would simply fade with time and enough distraction.

At the very least, Mercy had to believe they would as the alternative was a spiral of insanity or as her aunt often called it, "female hysterics".

Adequately dressed, Mercy watched as the sun rose over the Lanahechee and now bathed Saint-Denis in a rich gold that could blind if looked dead-on. In the summer, however, the sunlight could only glow from behind a dense veil of mist. The larger windows of the Sutton house looked into the backroad of Saint-Denis from the fringes. Glimpses of the bayou to the North flickered in parts through the sugarcane stalks and in between the other modest homes that dotted the perimeter of the city. At daybreak, the den and kitchen were swathed in a cool darkness with spare rays of sunlight, a characteristic that made for cold, wet winters.

Judging by the faint sounds of snoring, a trait of Mrs. Sutton's, Mercy knew her guardians were still sound asleep and would be for yet another hour at best. The makings of a peaceful morning made her dreaded routine far more palatable. With shoes in one hand, as to make her way through the house quietly, Mercy approached the kitchen washing bowl. The chipped porcelain basin filled with clean, cool water. A small, rusted mirror sat on the wooden counter near the bowl along with Mr. Sutton's pomade. Enough light filtered from the small window for Mercy to catch a glimpse of her reflection.

Two round brown eyes blinked at her framed by long, straight black lashes along with thick, well-shaped brows that arched over them with a resting, disdainful expression. Her father's nose, round and straight suited her facial features giving her a rather pleasant look considering the severity of her expression. Healthy, full cheeks and rosebud lips that seemed to pout in perpetuity gave Mercy a softness that always irritated her. In many ways, she felt as though her appearance made others underestimate her as simply "precious" or "darling". Nothing more than a pretty woman. Perhaps they were right in some sense. After all, if she could only keep her mouth shut and her expressiveness in check, she could more than likely get away with a hell of a lot more.

Oh to be a woman humbled.

Leaning over the wash basin, Mercy splashed the cool water against her pale face as she relished in the sharp, refreshing feeling of a washed face. The heat of the morning chased away as the air gelled the water on her neck, sending a chill down her spine. Returning her gaze back to the small mirror, she gently pinched her cheeks, rubbing the faintest bit of rosiness into them as she pondered what to do with her unruly mess of brown hair. Locks of cedar curled and krimped from having slept with it loose.

"A braid'll have to do," Mercy whispered, her fingers weaving her tresses into a semi-neat plait before tying it off with a leather cord. There was no use in fussing over her appearance so early in the day when Loretta would just undo it all in favor of something more "French" and "appealing" come evening. No, Mercy would leave her a clean canvas to work with.

"Good mornin' Miss Graves." A sleepy, thin voice whispered from the other side of the room, "You up early."

Turning to face Mr. Sutton, Mercy smiled plaintively at her aunt's husband. A clod of a man, his face tanned and lined by the sun with kind dark eyes and silvering black hair sticking up in all manner of directions. He was thin and wiry, with a faded tattoo of an anchor he received from his time in the Navy. Normally, she would have been spooked by the man's sudden presence during a quiet moment, but she had long learnt that between him and his wife, she much preferred Mr. Sutton. All he knew how to do was work and drink. Mercy wasn't entirely sure the man could even read but she knew him to be harmless.

"Good morning Mr. Sutton," Mercy whispered back "Should I put on some coffee?"

"Naw, you go 'head. Myra'll be waking soon." He urged her through a yawn, scratching the side of his chin before he padded across the floor to the kitchen cupboard. He reached in and grabbed one of two fresh peaches.

"Here, you should eat something." He whispered conspiratorially, placing the fruit in Mercy's hand.

Before she could protest, he meandered back into the room he shared with his wife, closing the door behind him. In that moment it struck her as odd, what a pairing her aunt and the man made. Where he was slow and meandering like an old bull, Myra was mean as a rattlesnake. She wondered what that engagement must've looked like.

Had it been Mr. Sutton's idea to wed? Perhaps with a none-too-subtle nudge from dear old Aunt Myra. As her mother used to say, there truly was somebody for everybody, and for a moment Mercy felt a twinge in her chest when remembering her mother's words even after a decade of being apart.

The full weight of the August heat washed over Mercy as she opened the door to Saint-Denis. The ever-present scent that she couldn't get used to no matter how hard she tried followed. It was an assault on the senses. Holding her breath, she made her way down the steps and onto the main road into town, she gave a friendly wave to a pair of boys on their way to their shift at the docks. Dressed in their overalls and caps with their ruddy faces and glassy eyes still waking from the land of nod.

"Mornin' Miss Graves, why I don't think I've ever seen you up this early!" The cheeky younger boy, called out to her while the older boy, gave her a stern nod. Still acting tough that one. The tallest of the lanky pair was Clyde Shannon, while his ginger younger brother was Ian Shannon. First time she met them they'd nearly ran her down after stealing a couple oranges from the market. Ever since then, they'd been sweet on her and if Mercy was honest, she found the two of them endearing.

"Good morning, boys." Mercy flashed that smile of hers that could melt even the coldest of steel, as much was clear from the blush that spread over Clyde's cheeks. "Don't forget to come by the Bastille tonight, I'll get you those scraps I promised your Pa."

"Yes ma'am. We better head on, the foreman'll have our hides if we're late again." Clyde tipped his hat to her before pushing Ian ahead of him, the duo ran on leaving Mercy once again to her thoughts and a short morning walk to work. Her thoughts haunted by the faces of her past as she watched the brothers tease each other.

The Shannons had always been kind to her. Their mother especially who had put in a good word to Mrs. Tremblay when she first arrived looking for work. Clyde was becoming a rather handsome young man, and Mercy knew the boy was enamored. Ian on the other hand was innocent as a lamb but braver than many a man Mercy had the displeasure of knowing. Since Mercy had started working at the Bastille she'd sent the boys home with scraps for their pigs and in return every so often Ian and Clyde would come by with enough pork to feed the Sutton household for a month. Something Mr. Sutton had grown especially accustomed to.

Mercy walked on after watching the brothers disappear in the morning fog.

Aside from the city stench, Saint-Denis was picturesque the closer you got to the city center. As the road turned from muck to cobbled stone, and the houses went from shanties to sprawling manors you were reminded of the hold of civilization. Though in a way the growth of the city didn't sit quite right with Mercy. Just a few weeks ago, some of the neighbors were uprooted from the only home they'd ever known. Apparently bought out by some well-to-do folk from up north who found ole Saint Denis charming enough to settle in, and in less than a week a new two-story beast sprung up like daisies after death. A kind old black woman and her son had relocated to Lagras deeper in the bayou according to the backstreet gossip.

A shameful thing, the price of so-called "civilized" living.

Pausing for a moment in her stride, Mercy glared at the new house in question. Full planters spilling over with fragrant gardenias swung idly in the breeze. Stained glass French windows obscured the view of passersby, and large white pillars held the upper balcony. Wrought iron fencing kept "them" separated from "the others" with hedges taller than her spilling out between the bars.

Pretty as a picture indeed, and from what she'd seen as a neighbor, empty half the year. What had her aunt called it? A vacation home? She imagined that come another year, there wouldn't be many regular homes left in Saint-Denis considering how the rich folk tended to speak about the working class and less fortunate.

Before long, would she be displaced too? Spit back out into the wild? Being rejected by those more "civil" couldn't be the worst way to go, Mercy figured to herself. For a brief moment, she hoped the house would catch fire and burn to ash, only then would the violence of displacement be paid in kind.

With a beleaguered sigh, she continued on her way at a leisurely pace, taking with it her thoughts of arson. Mercy passed the new manors and the old cemetery as the road became cobble and the pleasant scent of Tremblay's Laundry gave her reprieve from the smell of civilization.

Mrs. Tremblay herself stood in the open doors of her establishment as she held a basket of freshly cleaned linens. Two little ones bickered at her feet. The look on the older woman's lined, bronze face made it clear that she wasn't welcoming any idle conversation the woman rushed into the store after one of her children. Not long after a flurry of linens spilled onto the floor followed by very loud, very Creole shouting.

As quiet as the city had been just moments ago, it was now wide awake and bustling. The doors of Café Marchand and LeHavre Bakery revolved as folks went about their daily routines, many of which involved breaking fast with bread or coffee. For once Mercy was reminded of the small joys of her routine. The smells that came from the bakery were hard to ignore as her stomach growled angrily. She could have killed a man for just one of the LeHavre croissants to pair with her peach, but her coin purse wasn't exactly overflowing.

Fighting the hunger pangs for the richness of French delicacies, Mercy soldiered on as she rounded the corner. The conveniently located Bastille saloon came into sight. The usually grand building looked rather sullen in the morning light without the lanterns casting their welcoming glow on the windows. Though it seemed as though the Bastille wasn't the only sullen-looking thing this morning as a couple stood just outside the entrance in a full argument.

"I've done had enough of this foolishness, I quit! Yeah, I said it! I QUIT."

The careening screech of the woman's voice bounced between brick buildings, amplified by the alleyway. Mercy hesitated on the corner and seriously considered giving into that phantom tug that pulled her away from the scene unfolding.

Oh yes, Mama, there sure is somebody for everybody yet in this particular case, it seemed as though there was somebody not anybody could tolerate at all.

#chapter one #the fox and the stag #minor edit update

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astaroth1357 · 4 years ago

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The Demon Brothers got Hexed and now They're Babies. Good Luck, MC!

Lucifer

Both adorable and bossy at the same time.

If he wants something it has to be NOW or he'll fuss incessantly.

Attempts to order his brothers around still like they're his minions, but since none of them can form words very well it's just him assertively speaking near-gibberish in their general direction.

Unsurprisingly, his “orders” get completely ignored by everybody for once in his life, including his caretaker. Gets very frustrated when not listened to and will throw a mini-tantrum but will tire out very quickly and just take a nap wherever he's at.

Likes to try and boss MC around the most but it’s pretty easy to cave because he gets so dang giddy when someone finally does what he wants. Smiling baby Lucifer has to be one of the most precious sights in all the Devildom.

If you don’t think Diavolo is going to take it upon himself to act like his big brother through this whole thing, you’re wrong. The dude is loving this and will play with Luci all day if someone doesn’t step in to stop him.

After everyone is better he will demand that any and all pictures/videos of him get chucked into the sea. They won't be but, hey, he tried.

Mammon

Is there really any difference? 😆

Jokes aside, he's one of the clingest of the bunch and has to be held for a little bit every hour or else he gets grouchy.

Keeps putting shiny things in his onesie and ends up dragging them along behind him wherever he goes.

Pretty much will not share anything that's he's taken a liking to, be it toys, food, or people. The MC especially. He will try to physically drag his brothers away from what’s his if it comes down to it.

He's somehow everybody's favorite playmate and seems to know it too. If one of his brothers gets sad then he'll be right over to comfort them into playing again.

He's the only one who can wake up baby Luci from his naps without him getting too grouchy.

He's gonna sell a pretty penny on all the pics of his adorable little self. He also stole most of the footage of baby Lucifer playing with Diavolo to do the same. Hope the Grimm will be worth it when he finds out 💀

Leviathan

Cries. So. Damn. Fast.

One of those skittish kids that scares pretty easily and doesn't feel very comfortable around new people. Will be clinging onto somebody at all times and standing behind the MC’s legs is a favorite hiding spot.

Oddly fascinated by toilets and seeing how much he can flush down them. If it fits in the bowl, it ain't safe. Someone keep an eye on Henry…

Absolutely loves bathtime. Few things on this planet can claim to be happier than a little Levi buried under some soap suds. His grin could power the Devildom AND Las Vegas with some left to spare.

His tail is juuust starting to grow. He bawled his eyes out for hours once when Belphie "accidentally" yanked it (the little shit…)

Mammon is lowkey his emotional support friend.

Will likely be mortified later by the sheer amount of his own figurines he tried teething on. Thankfully, he was usually stopped before causing lasting damage.

Satan

Lil'brat #1

Is he the sort of kid who will push buttons just to see the reaction? The answer is yes, yes he is.

Does he throw the most ungodly temper tantrums ever known to demon kind for seemingly no reason at all? Yes. Yes he does.

Is he probably the reason that manners aren't just enforced, but fucking inventing? Absolutely.

Will he quiet the fuck down the second someone shows him a cat; real, picture, or otherwise? Oh yes. Right away.

More or less best dealt with by giving him a tablet with cat videos. He’ll settle right in and coo at the screen for hours. Otherwise, their father have mercy on your patience (and breakables).

Will apologize for all the trouble he caused when the hex wears off… (but he remembers all of it and fucking relishes that he got the chance to be That. Nasty. with no long-term consequences. Good times…)

Asmodeus

That one kid who doesn't get the concept of stranger danger at all.

Super adorable and friendly but prone to wandering off and trying to make friends with anything that moves.

That includes bugs, Henry 2.0, Diavolo, Barbatos, the angels, Solomon, that guy down the street, his hungry looking hellhound… Any time he makes a new “friend” he has to excitedly show them to the MC like they’re his new favorite thing ever.

Basically the reason those leashed toddler backpacks were invented.

Can be easily distracted by his own reflection in a mirror. He'll watch himself in rapt suspense for way longer than he really should.

He and Mammon fight over shiny things. While Mammon just stockpiles them, Asmo will try to wear them as hats.

Is going to be incredibly pissed if there's not at least an entire album's worth of pictures of his little baby self when he returns to normal. It's a one-in-a-lifetime Devilgram opportunity here!

Beelzebub

Will eat anything. Literally. Anything.

You think having practically no teeth will stop him? He has the jaw strength of a crocodile!

Can't be left alone in nearly any capacity because he will try a bite of whatever he gets his hands on. Tables, cushions, chairs, toys, remotes, nothing is safe...

Teething toys are a must for him, but he's going to go through a lot of them pretty quickly. Open up your wallet, MC, before he takes a bite out of that too.

Eats far too fast for his own good and gets food everywhere. It's best just to feed him without clothes on then hose him down afterward.

If he's not eating (or trying to eat) something then he's looking for cuddles. About the only thing that he doesn’t try taking a bite out of is MC, though it might be best to keep him fed so we don’t have to test that.

Doesn’t mind the photos, but might be a little disappointed that he doesn't remember tasting the couch… It always has reminded him of marshmallows...

Belphegor

Is either the easiest child to deal with in the world or Lil'brat #2. There is no in-between.

One of those kids who will gladly put themselves to bed and sleep through a hurricane if left alone.

Is also lowkey pretty aware that this means there’s a lot less attention on him and he will cause mischief when bored.

Obsessed with "drawing" on walls. Mostly portraits(?) of either himself or Beel, but occasionally one looks like the MC. Wherever he keeps finding the markers is a complete mystery.

Will also instigate fights with his brothers. Takes Mammon's favorite toys, throws Satan's tablet, pulls Levi's tail, etc. Tries to look like all cute afterward but he knows what he did and so does everybody else, the stinker. 😖

Nap buddies with Lucifer and they can often be found sharing his, now oversized, cow-pillow together.

Afterwards, he'll enjoy hearing the stories of his reign of terror but also kind of misses having that great excuse to nap all day.

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date #obey me reactions #shall we date #shall we date obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me scenarios #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub

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tartt9 · 11 months ago

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Jamie winces when she responds with just the cooking answer. The wince becomes deeper, audible, when she adds that he's a United fan. "So he's not worth your time, is what I'm hearing. Bet Tom's dead mad, though." Maybe it would be worth her time, then, to date a United supporter just to piss off her brother. It'd be worth his time. He's not entirely sure how good Penny and Tom's relationship is right now, but he'd take just about any opportunity to irritate the man, whether or not he'd admit it - and he definitely wouldn't admit it at St. George's Park, when he's doing his best to be a good teammate to all of the City lads, even Tom fucking Power. "Ah, right. Still. Don't think I could manage it, bein' with somebody long term that doesn't know or care about the game." He was with Keeley and she'd openly told him she didn't care, and it had hurt him every time. Football, as Dani says, is truly his life... and it's hard to share that life with someone who doesn't put in the effort to care about it. Things with Keeley are different now - obviously - and he holds no grudges, but it has made his mind pretty clear on the fact that he doesn't want to date someone who doesn't care about the game. They don't even need to be a Richmond supporter, as long as they'll willingly wear his shirt to the matches.

"Jesus, have y'told him y'need some space...?" he asks, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms over his chest. He knows the sort. Or, well, he thinks he knows the sort, it's not really something he's had to deal with. "Can't get the space if he keeps bringin' you..." he gestures. Everything. Jamie's more than happy to deliver a meal or two himself, if it'll help her get him off of her back. "Y'can whinge at me all you want," he promises, looking down at the plate of risotto. "And it looks great, yeah. Again - don't tell Roy I'm havin' this."

"At cooking? Yeah." She grimaces here, though, and turns to Jamie over her shoulder, looking somewhat disgusted. "But I hate to tell you this: he's a Man U fan." That hangs there for just a moment, until she grins, turning back to the food as she gets ready to plate it up. "Just kidding. He doesn't know owt about football, bless him." She sounds fond, so it might come as something of a surprise when she continues on, almost without a pause: "He's getting a bit comfortable, though. I've got half a pie and a lasagne in t' fridge. And, like, it's a bit rude, right? Finishing with a guy when he's just brought you a fucking - full meal."

She doesn't know why she's telling him all this. Other than, maybe, she finds him easy to talk to. Comfortable, but not in the bad way. Aaron kind of invited himself in off the back of a fling. Jamie's a friend, has been since she first came to Richmond: the Other Mancunian. She reaches for his plate and loads it up with some of the risotto.

"Sorry, anyway, I bribed you with food, not with whinging. Is that enough?"

#10power #replies !#verse: season v !

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 4 years ago

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Hollow Pass (Part 1)

Summary: When the reader has to spend a day in the mines for work, she’s less than thrilled. When the miner showing her around for the day, Dean Winchester, is an ass, she’s even less thrilled. But an accident will change all of that and if they want a chance of getting out of the mess they’re in, they’ll need to put their lives in each others hands, literally...

Pairing: Miner!Dean x reader

Word Count: 4,100ish

Warnings: language, injury, frightening/claustrophobic/near death situations

A/N: Please enjoy the first of this 2 parter!

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You sighed as you stood in the trailer of the manager’s office, a jumpsuit and a pair of boots sat in a chair. Your boss, bless his heart, thought it was always a good idea for corporate positions to experience a day in the mines to truly understand the product and what the little guy went through on a day to day basis. The argument that you were not really corporate, not even close, seemed to go over his head.

“Y/N, you gonna change? I need my office back,” said the manager through the door. You pulled it open and pouted. “I don’t want you going down in the mines anymore than you do but if you want to make corporate, you gotta do what the CEO says.”

“Dad I don’t even want to work there. I like my simple office job.”

“Then why have you been in all those development programs at work?” he asked. You shrugged and he sighed. “Cause you can’t say no.”

“Do I have to?” you asked, looking back at the overalls.

“Do you want to quit?” he asked.

“I don’t want to lose a good paycheck. But I don’t want a corporate job either,” you said.

“Then you’re shit outta luck,” he said. “I’m gonna put you with the Winchester boy. He’s on safety checks in our most secure mines.”

“You mean the ones that never have problems.”

“Funny how that all coincidentally happened today of all days,” he said with a smile.

“Thanks dad.”

“I don’t want you going anywhere near explosives. You’ll be safe doing the checks with Dean for the day.”

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you said twenty minutes later. The man in overalls and a hard hat rolled his eyes.

“I’m ten minutes late because of you which means I’m gonna get docked those ten minutes of pay so thank you little miss corporate.”

“I’m your boss’ daughter, jackass.”

“Still ain’t my boss,” he said. You huffed and headed over towards the mine entrance when he grabbed the back of your overalls. “No, dummy. You have zero safety gear so unless you want to die, you’re coming with me.”

“Asshole.”

“Dean Winchester at your service,” he said, dragging you over with him to some lockers. He punched a card and went to the storage racks, seemingly grabbing a few items and putting them on. He picked the hard hat off your head and grabbed one with a light and a wire attached to it, clipping it on your belt. He put something over your shoulder you put your arm through like a sling and clipped a mask onto the back of your belt, a flashlight and a small hand pickaxe going through your other loops. “Turn this lamp on anytime you’re in the mine and never, ever, take off your hat. If I yell at you or you smell something funny, get that mask on. Flashlight and the axe are backup for emergencies.”

He put a radio in your pocket and looked you over.

“Oh and for the love of God, do not wander off. I don’t care if you see a bug or break a nail or gotta piss.”

“What do you do if you have to…” you said.

“Normally you piss against some rock like a man but special manager’s daughter we’ll walk you back out here, take our slow ass time, make me go longer than my shift and because I was late today, I don’t get overtime.”

“That sounds kinda illegal.”

“The contracts for this company are a fucking nightmare,” he said, walking out of storage.

“Why work here then?” you asked as he went to an area and grabbed a clipboard. He took two water bottles and clipped them on each of your belts before whistling for you to follow after.

“Well somebody had to pay for his baby brother to go to law school and it wasn’t going to be my drunk of a father now was it,” said Dean, stopping and writing something down.

“So you didn’t grow up with mining in your family?” you asked.

“No. I’m not some redneck hillbilly like you imagine either,” he said. He flipped on his light and turned yours on when you got to the mine entrance. “Crouch.”

“Huh?”

“We ain’t riding the cart which is missing, dumbass. Crouch down so you can fit in the tunnel,” he said. You swallowed and had to bend down some, following Dean closely. “Ain’t claustrophobic are ya cause now’s the time to tell me.”

“No,” you said. “Jerk.”

“Ah, see? We’re getting along already.”

You walked for five or so minutes before the ground sloped down further and an entrance to the right opened up. Dean straightened up and you did the same, stretching out as he grabbed the back of your jumpsuit.

“Dude, would you stop doing that?” you said.

“Would you stay in my line of sight?”

“That’s harassment. You can’t touch me without my permission,” you said, crossing your arms. He blinked a few times and rolled his eyes quite possibly the most dramatically you’d ever seen in your life.

“This? This is not an office building. Every single time you step in here you run the risk of dying and you have zero clue on how to stay safe down here. I hate it when you people with your big offices and penny pinching bullshit come down here and complain about every goddamn little thing. If you want out, get out of the fucking mining business.”

“You’re an irritable person,” you said. He grumbled and tugged you along with him until you brushed him off. You followed him down a hallway and another, Dean checking things off on his clipboard as he went. “Are you gonna explain any of this stuff?”

“What do you think?” he said. He whistled and you followed him down a few more hallways when he stopped a gauge looking contraption. He checked a few different numbers and valves on it as you spun around.

“I guess it is kinda cool. That somehow you guys know how to block up rocks and leave all these cracks and know how to make it so it doesn’t all come crashing down.”

“Cracks?” he asked as he squatted down and read off a meter.

“Yeah like that big one,” you said, pointing at the wall across the way. He turned around and looked at it for barely a second before he grabbed your arm.

“Move. Now,” he said. He pulled out his radio and pressed down the button. “We have a grade five crack in Lodge Six West. Do not blow. I repeat do not-”

The ground rumbled and you heard a splintering noise, Dean pushing you back into the hallway you’d been in. He jumped on top of you and covered your body with his, all the lights going out, a loud thundering of falling rocks happening close by. It seemed to go on and on before it finally stilled, the hallway pitch black.

“You alright?” he asked.

“I think so,” you said, coughing when you felt dust in the air.

“Don’t move,” he said. He lifted his head and there was some light, Dean looking around before climbing off of you and staring at a new wall of rock. He looked at the hallway you’d been in, clicking on his flashlight and you saw where the rock dropped off about a hundred feet away. “Well. Shit.”

“What just happened?”

“The rock was unstable and they already set off the charges and it shook the mountain so now there’s a giant hole over there and our exit is blocked.”

“What’s that way?” you asked, nodding down the only unobstructed hallway.

“Further down into the mine before you hit the decommissioned area.”

“Is there a way out,” you asked, Dean patting his side.

“Fuck. My radio is under all that,” he said. He took out yours and handed it to him, Dean nodding before he turned it on. “Main do you copy, over?”

There was silence on the other end and Dean hit the button again.

“Main this is Winchester in Lodge Six West with…what’s your name?” he asked.

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Y/N Y/L/N, manager’s kid. Copy, over.”

“Winchester this is Main. We got lots of calls coming in from ground crews about a shaking.”

“Lodge Six West Hall K is a giant crater of death and Hall H is buried, right up to the entrance of junction HJ.”

“Injuries?”

“We’re okay,” said Dean.

“Give me a second.”

Dean took a deep breath and coughed. He tapped your mask on your belt and you put it on, the air a bit easier to breath.

“Winchester this is Melvin.”

“She’s okay, boss. Just a little shook up. Saved our asses from winding up in the ground even if she doesn’t know it yet,” he said. He held out the radio and you pulled down the mask.

“Dad I’m fine, really. We both are. It’s just kinda dark and smelly is all.”

“I know. Put your mask on sweetie until you can get to some cleaner air,” he said. You put it back on, Dean, getting to his feet. He pulled you up and looked back at your blocked path.

“Any other collapses?” asked Dean.

“None reported so far. Everyone should be out of the mine’s or on their way. Alarm is blasting.” You looked back at Dean, his eyes shutting.

“Melvin we can’t hear it. At all.”

“Rodney’s out checking where our side of the collapse starts. We’ll get you out,” he said, someone panting in the background.

“Hall B, Mel,” he said. Dean turned away from you and sighed. No one said anything for a long time until Dean finally raised his head.

“We got two 16 ounces bottles of water. If she rations it, she’s got a shot,” said Dean quietly.

“No, she doesn’t,” said your dad, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it. “How long does your radio have?”

“Mine got crushed. Hers was on a quarter charge. I’d guess maybe an hour or two tops,” he said.

“Should we call your brother?”

“He’s hiking in Glacier Park this week. No cell service,” said Dean quietly. “Just tell him to check my bottom desk drawer. There’s something for him there.”

“I can do that,” he said. “Is there anyone...parents-”

“All due respect sir, I’d rather you talk to your daughter,” he said. Dean held out the radio to you and you picked it up, Dean skirting around the corner to the one unblocked hallway.

“Dean?” you asked, following over there. He was leaned against the wall and looked over his shoulder at you. “What’s going on?”

“They can’t dig us out in time.”

“What do you mean-”

“Talk to your dad. You’re wasting time. That battery won’t last forever,” he said. He turned back and you walked back around the corner, sitting down against the wall.

“Hi dad,” you said.

“Hey,” he said, his voice shaky. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “Mom’s on her way down to talk, okay? She’ll be here in ten minutes.”

“I so quit this job,” you said, wiping off your eyes with the back of your hand. He laughed and you threw your head back. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything. I’m gonna stay on the line as long as I can, okay?”

“Okay. Okay.”

Two Hours Later

The battery in the radio had died about fifteen minutes ago. There was no sound aside from your sniffling and Dean’s down the hall. You got up eventually and went into the hall, sitting down beside him. You handed him the radio and he clipped it back on his belt.

“You okay?” you asked, voice hoarse.

“You try listening to someone say goodbye to their parents and not bawl,” he said. He wiped off his face and took a deep breath. “Air’s better now at least.”

“What do we do now?”

“Now,” he said, clipping his water bottle onto your belt. “You sit there and try not to exert a lot of energy and that water will last you a few days.”

“We both heard my father. They can’t drill or dig or do anything fast enough. It’d take weeks. I’m not sitting here next to your dead ass so take your damn water back,” you said, shoving it back in his chest. He didn’t speak but put it on his belt, pulling his knees into his chest. “Why were you so mean to me before? You gave up time on the phone for me. I don’t think you’re what you pretend to be.”

“I’m a dead man walking and that’s a fact.”

“Technically you’re sitting.”

He smiled and rested his face in his knees. He sat up and reached over behind you, hitting off your headlight.

“We need to conserve power as long as possible,” he said.

“Will our lights go out before we dehydrate to death?” you asked.

“Yes,” he said. “This is what it’ll be like.”

He flipped off his lamp and you swore you’d never experienced a darkness so deep. You felt his hand graze yours before holding it and you swallowed.

“Kinda less scary knowing you can turn it back on again,” he said.

“You didn’t answer my question. Why such a brute?”

“You do this job long enough and most people think you’re a dumb sack of shit with nothing in his head. You’re dead weight, odds are you’ll die down here or get into some kind of accident and have to go on disability the rest of your life. You corporate people are always so stuck up, like I’m not even good enough to be the dirt on your shoes. I didn’t give you a chance because odds were you were like all the rest of them. You’re the only reason we didn’t die in that hole, very painfully.”

“Wouldn’t we have-”

“No. It’s not a simple hole we would have fell in. Falling rocks, crushing and hitting, landing on you, ones you hit yourself. Might not kill you immediately. You’d feel it.”

“Dying of thirst is better?”

“I’d say so. Still get to keep this handsome face, or what’ll be left of it,” he said. He flipped his light back on and you scooted closer. “I think you’re very attractive.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m gonna die in like three or four days. Life has no consequences now and I happen to find you very attractive and you seem like a smart, sweet woman that put her parents a little at ease during the worst moment of their lives.”

“Who’s your brother?” you asked. “No consequences after all.”

“He’s a lawyer...and my best friend.”

“You said you did this job for him.”

“Student debt is a bitch. I try to help him out and the overtime helps make dents in it,” he said. “Our parents had debt out their asses. It caused so many problems for us. I wanted him safe, never have to worry about the next meal on the plate or the roof over his head or having to wear my hand me downs ever again. At least he’ll get my life insurance policy. That should help.”

“I have been busting my ass since I was a college freshman in that office to move up the chain for a job I didn’t even want. I completely lost nearly all of my twenties to work. All so I could die in here.”

“Well I know this doesn't sound good but I’m glad I didn’t die all super painful. Or that I’ll be alone,” he said. You smiled and nodded, Dean returning it. “Got any bucket list shit we can pull off down here?”

“We could make out,” you said. “Never knew anyone could make that jumpsuit look good.”

“Why the fuck not,” he chuckled. He leaned in close and your helmets bonked, Dean pulling his off and yours, quickly cupping your face.

His lips were gentler than you thought, the two of you stopping when your lips were pressed together. You rested your forehead against his and broke off only an inch.

“Not as much fun at the moment as it sounded,” you breathed out.

“Pretty good last kiss though,” he said. You put your helmets back on and you grabbed his hand again.

“Don’t let go down here. Please.”

He reached to his belt and undid a little pouch, pulling out a small tether of rope. He clipped one end onto him and the other to you.

“For when the lights go out,” he said.

“How long do we got?”

“About a day, maybe a little more,” he said. You sighed and turned your head, staring down the rest of the hall. “It’s decommissioned, Y/N. It’s a death trap.”

“Is there a way out?” you asked.

“Maybe. Maybe they never find us though,” he said. You stared at him and he nodded, hitting your headlamp back on. “Enough of the pity party. Let’s go get out of here or die trying.”

He stood and held out a hand, hoisting you to your feet.

“So. What’s our best option?” you asked.

“It’s alright for a bit until we get to the decommissioned section. When we get there, that’s when it gets dangerous. Technically it’s dangerous now considering the blast but we’re okay for a bit,” he said.

“Let’s go then,” you said. He nodded and you followed him down the hall, walking side by side.

“Alright so the decommissioned section is called Hollow Pass. Beyond that is Upper Seven. If we can get to Upper Seven, we can get out the old entrance I’m pretty sure. Never been in there but hopefully it’s not a maze over there.”

“So Hollow Pass is the hard part.”

“Yeah.”

“Why was it decommissioned?”

“Unstable ground. Holes, pockets of air, rotted support beams, wood planks.”

“So it’s a death trap.”

“Yup,” he said. “We’re probably gonna die down there.”

“What do you think our odds are?”

“Well it’s been out of order for over fifty years, we have no map, I have no real idea where exactly to go...I give us 1% odds.”

“Beats are 0% odds here.”

“Good way to think about it considering we’re going to most likely die.” He stopped walking and took a deep breath. “If I fall or whatever, follow the widest hall possible and keep away from wood and cracks as best as possible. Ration your water and eventually you’ll find your way out.”

“If you fall I’m definitely not gonna make it.”

“Well at least try. You can tell my brother how devastatingly brave I was that way.”

“You just spent the past hour crying.”

“So did you,” he said. You bumped his shoulder and he returned it but it was playful and soft. You walked together quietly for a moment until Dean rounded a corner and took a deep breath.

There were a few planks across a hallway, Dean kicking them down, frowning when they broke pretty easily.

“There’s gonna be rot.”

“Lovely.”

“We don’t have to go,” he said. “You don’t have to. There’s a chance-“

“There’s no chance Dean. Not if we stay up there. If you don’t want to go, I will. Maybe I can get help back in-“

“We’re doing this together or you’re staying. I can go and you-“

“We both go,” you said.

“I go first. You step where I step and if I tell you to do anything, you do it.”

“Dean. We already established that you’re not a hardass. You can lead the way but you know, nicely.”

“Alright, alright,” he said. He gave more slack in the rope attached to the two of you and took a deep breath. “Let’s go.”

He was calm for a few minutes until you were turning down a hallway, Dean suddenly stopping in front of you.

“What is it?” you asked.

“Look,” he said. You poked your head around him, swallowing at the rotted wood on the ground, holes worn into the planking. “Y/N that’s not good. Rot means there’s water and water means erosion and erosion means big shafts hundreds of feet straight down under those wood planks.”

“How much of it is wood?” you asked. You both looked ahead and sighed, the whole hall flooring covered in wood. “Shit.”

“Y/N. This is too dangerous. I’ve worked in mines since I was 18 and it’s way too dangerous.”

“Dean. I don’t want to die. If we don’t do anything, we’re dead in three days, maybe less.”

“Maybe they come up the decommissioned mine and get us,” he said.

“Dean. The mountain collapsed from what my dad said. They are not coming in here, risking even more lives, in this mine. It might even have collapsed on the other side on the way out. We don’t know. All we do know is we stay and we’re dead or we go and we’re maybe dead.”

“You still won’t let me go on ahead on my own to try to get some help?”

“You’re not leaving me alone,” you said. You stepped ahead and he yanked on the rope, pulling you back. “Dean. Stop.”

“I go first,” he said. You held up your hands and he swallowed, Dean stepping past you, carefully putting his weight down on each plank. “Follow. Every footstep exactly where mine go.”

You followed after, the only sounds your breathing and the occasional board creaking. Dean put a foot down and stopped moving forward when you heard snapping.

“Go back. Slowly.”

You stepped a foot backwards, putting weight on it and your foot going straight through. Dean grabbed your arm as you pulled your foot up, a few sticks falling into a deep dark pit.

“What do we do,” you breathed out.

“Well we’re over rock that fell away so there’s a big hole beneath us if the rotted wood is anything to go by,” he said. You heard the slight waiver in his voice and sighed. “We make a choice. Forwards or backwards.”

“Back looks bad. Plus we already probably broke the supports.”

“I think solid ground is in front. But I have to jump for it,” he said. You looked past him and shook your head.

“Dean, it's way too far. I can try to walk over there if you let out the rope. I get to solid ground and then you walk and if you fall, I got you with the rope.”

“Sweetheart, there’s no way.”

“You’re too heavy and we can’t stay here,” you said. You slipped past him and he tried to grab you but you went quickly. “Dean let out the rope. Now.”

“Fuck. We’re gonna die.”

“No we’re not,” you said, walking quickly, planks creaking but you sighed when you had solid rock under your feet again. “Alright. Just go where I did and fast.”

He took a deep breath and walked a few steps, a loud groaning of the wood making him move faster.

You hit the ground the second you saw him go down, the wood breaking away. Dean shouted and you dug your heels into the dirt.

“Y/N!” he said, falling straight down into a hole and out of view.

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A/N: Read Part 2 here!

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Be yourself and that will be enough

(A/N): This is inspired by a) Atypical and b) by my sister who is so done with me and my facts.

Summary: Your Uncle Morgan tells you what true friends mean.

Wordcount: 1.3k

Warnings: One swear word, angst, but it’s gonna end fluffy

✨Masterlist✨

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“Hey Wonder Baby, don’t you have school today?” Morgan wonders as he sees his best friend’s daughter sitting at his desk.

“I did, but my last period was cancelled. The teacher got the flu apparently. Also I need your help on one of the topics in my health class. Dad knows pretty much nothing about physical education except for the effects of it. But I need to create a whole work-out. Can you help me with this, Uncle Derek?” (Y/N) puts on her best puppy dog face.

“Of course, Wonder Baby. All those doors don’t kick themselves down, you need a lot of strength for it”, Morgan agrees and ruffles her hair.

“Hey!” After fixing her hair, the teenager works on getting her pen and paper out. For that she nearly has to dump her whole back pack out on her godfather’s desk.

“Why do you have so much stuff with you?” Derek snatches one of the knick knacks. Looking at what he has in his hands, (Y/N) seems like she remembers something.

“There it is! I thought I lost it! That’s a fidget cube, my friends got it for me, because I click my pens all the time and it makes them go crazy. I can play with that without making too much noise. Try it, it’s really calming.”

“And what are those?” He sees a little plastic bag with three cards inside. Before the girl can demonstrate he takes them out, reading the description on them out loud.

“Fun Fact/Stats card. You have to give one up, whenever you tell a fun fact/statistic. (Y/N) what is it?”

Ashamed she looks anywhere but his face. “Uh, you know how dad always goes around, pepping facts and useless knowledge in a conversation? I do the same and my friends are annoyed by this. To keep it at a minimum they made me these cards, which are pretty much self explanatory. I’m not allowed to tell more than three per day. Every time I tell them one, I have to give them a card. Maybe you can do the same for dad, it’s pretty effective.”

“Baby girl, this isn’t right. I know we make fun of your dad for his facts, but we do it in a loving way. We just mean to tease him, not hurt him. His facts helped us more often than not. You should be able to tell people your knowledge. You should be proud of it, not everybody does know as much as you do, especially at your age. When your friends are annoyed by something that is part of you and your personality, then they are not your real friends, as hard as this may sound.” This seems to break the dam. (Y/N) breaks down in tears.

Acting quickly, the agent pulls her in for a hug, trying to shush her. His heart hurts seeing his god daughter, a kid he watched growing up becoming a beautiful teenager, in tears hiccuping and struggling to get a proper breath in.

“You-you don’t know how d-difficult it is to find someone who is willing to put up with me. I have to t-take every chance I get of having a friend, even when it means to hold myself back with them. It is worse to be alone, Derek.” He didn’t know until now that words can hurt so much. But here he sits, with a crying girl in his arms, who just desperately tries to fit in.

“Sugar plum, nobody has to put up with anyone. A friend genuinely enjoys your presence, like you enjoy theirs. I don’t know how hard it is for you, but changing your good traits for somebody, who isn’t worth your time, hurts me. I love to hear your fun facts as much as I love you. It is what makes you you. It makes you different, a good different. Just because some people don’t know how to handle real smarts, you shouldn’t feel like a burden. It’s their loss, understood Baby?” While wiping the tears with her sleeve away, she nods.

“Good, now give me these cards, you won’t need them anymore. Either these people learn to love you for being you or they can piss off. You are wonderful just the way you are.”

After Morgan’s well needed pep talk, both of them start working on (Y/N)’s homework. They tease each other, sometimes poking the other ones side with a pen or jokes about something stupid. But also the laughs about little unimportant things are so much needed by the girl.

When Spencer enters the bullpen, the first thing he hears is his daughter’s loud laughing. For him it’s like Bethoven plays the most beautiful melody ever composed in history. A smile graces his features, because to the doctor it feels like an eternity when he last heard these sounds.

Then he spots (Y/N) with Derek, having a lightsaber fight with several into each other stacked pens. They look pretty fragile and it is clear to him that they will fall apart at any second.

“Hey you two, what are you doing here?” Reid asks as he puts his satchel down at his desk.

“Dad! I have to fight Uncle Derek! Else the dark side will win and rule over the universe”, the teenager explains in such a serious manner.

“Well, then I hope you are going to win, my little Skywalker” Spencer encourages her, breaking out the nickname he had for her when she was little.

After the fight has ended (with the good side restoring the universe’s balance), (Y/N) skips happily in her Aunt Penny’s office to get one of her baked goods. Or moreover eating a tin’s contents that is just reserved for her.

Wordlessly Morgan leans against Spencer’s desk, who finishes some paperwork. When he looks up questiongly, Derek throws the little plastic back on top of the papers.

“What is this?” The doctor wonders, but doesn’t get an answer. His friend just motiones to the object. Spencer opens it, takes a card and reads over it several times. Finally all the puzzle pieces in his head click together. (Y/N)’s absent enthusiasm for her and his facts, her bubbly personality missing and her getting shorter with her words every day.

Looking back up at his colleague, Reid thanks him with deep sincerity. Both of them know that the father will do anything to help his daughter.

Later the little family sits at the kitchen table in their small but cozy apartment, talking about their day over the together cooked dinner.

“Did you know that the command ‘Women and children first!’ were interpreted differently on the Titanic? On the one side the man in charge let at first women and children enter the lifeboats and men were allowed to fill in the remaining seats. On the other side were only women and children in them allowed, so over 200 seats were left open when they hit the water”, (Y/N) tells her father with a long missed sparkle in her eyes. Spencer can’t help but smile at it, just being happy to see his favorite girl happy again.

“Oh and Dad? I was thinking about switching schools. You once talked about this school for gifted children? Maybe we can look into this further? I feel like I need a change.”

Relief washes over Spencer. He wanted her for the longest of times to switch schools to have her use her full potential and meet kids who are more like her.

“Of course, Sweetheart. Anything you want.”

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