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Day Two: Billy Hargrove + Titfucking

Billy had a rough day. Working was a bitch sometimes, and with that would come the frustration of having to drive home just to deal with his dick of a father.

The thought of you being there was always a soothing thought in the back of his head. He breathed deeply for starting up the engine and starting his short drive back home. When he parked he could barely see his light on in his bedroom. Regardless of that his thoughts were taken from his by his father.

"Would you turn that damn thing off, and get inside this house." Billy did what he was told, not in the mood to fight with his father. Or truly in the mood to do anything. Billy locked his Camaro, and walked inside with ease. Y/n was sitting at the dinner table, and that's when Billy started to grow confused. Sure Y/n was staying over, but Billy father never knew about it. Fuck he never asked Billy anything about his life.

"I found this lovely lady waiting for you on the porch." Max's mother hollered from the other room. "I invited her in for dinner, hope that's okay." She added as she came into view. Her face was a little bruised, and I wonder for a moment before I look over at Y/n, she's smiling the best she can and looking at for comfort.

"Yeah that's cool." I said moving to sit down next to her. Dinner was fast, and since Max was off galavanting with her friends it was just the four us. Once dinner was over we were off the hook and racing back to my room for clarity and safety.

I sat on the edge of my bed, and ran my hands through my hair a couple of times. I heard the door lock, and when I looked up Y/n was between my legs. Her knees pressed into the hardwood floor. Her elbows resting on my knees. I ran my fingers through her hair and down to her cheeks. "What are you doing darlin'?" I asked, "You looked so tired when you first walked in and well… it only got worse from there honey." Y/n told me, "I have an idea, to relax you just a little bit."

Before i could answer i felt her hands throw down my zipper on my jeans and pull them down my thighs. I was all hers, and this moment that's all I wanted. The tips of her long nails grazed softly over the tip of my cock in my boxers, if I was wasn't hard from that I was most definteyl hard when she throw off her shirt, and bra reavealing her most perfect tits to me. "Are you gonna?" I tried to ask, she shushed, and nodded.

Only this girl could make my heart swoon the way it does sometimes. She's hard to read and because of that it only makes my cock that harder. I felt my cock leave that restrains of the boxers, and into her soft hand. She stroked me a few times, and then her plush tits swallowed my cock. I watched from above her. "Fuck… Y/n." Her tits doing most of the work until her tongue started to tease the tip of my cock. Kitten licks everytime her tits would come down my shaft.

One of my hands landed in her hair as the other landed behind to support my weight. "You're so pretty like this, just taken me so good. Anythign for me right?" She moaned around the tip of my cock at one point that sucked lightly, my eyes went white. Busting all over her tits and face, the tension that had been in my shoulder was gone now. She winked up at me, swiping a finger across her chest and scooping it into her mouth.

"Fucking get up here, naughty fuckin' girl."

Completed on: 06/02/23

Posted on: 10/02/23

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do you ever just get angry about something and then there’s just a bunch of little things that build up and you can’t stop being angry because Things keep being Not Right and then before you know it it’s been 5 hours and you have a headache from being pissed at everything? or is that just my burden?

yes frequently! its the Disorder :)

not sure what it is for you but in my case its The Cluster B and in davyn’s case its The ADHD and in my mom’s case its The Trauma but in all cases, we all need to take the time to figure out FIRSTLY what will allow us to release that energy, and THEN what distracts us best and calms us down at the same time.

writing it all out and chewing the paper or smacking pillows or scribbling furiously on paper with cheap ass markers that you wouldnt feel bad about smushing too hard or singing rude songs really loud. anything that wont hurt you or anyone else, but will allow you to direct the energy outwards and away from yourself and others.

and then reading a fun manga or doodling something small and cute like a burger with a face, or playing a fun little browser game, or a shitty little app like a temple run clone, or watching asmr kinetic sand videos!!! how its made is really relaxing too. my FAVORITE one is to gently wash my face for a minute or two with cool (not cold) water, pat dry with a towel, and then step outside to get some sunlight on my fresh clean face. if you have a little more time, a shower + sunlight is also a top tier idea. if sunlight is available i highly recommend those! even if theres no sun, the water on your face will make your brain be like ‘aw yeah fish brain time’.

stress is an important signal, but a constant signal for stress only hurts your body. and anger is useful and feels good for a while, but starts to become draining! once you notice yourself getting tired of it, its time to direct it out and away, then to calm your body. once your body begins to calm a bit, it will be a little easier to work on getting your mind to follow!

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Little Sister

Marcel Gerard x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2022!

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Prompt: “I don’t think this is your problem”

Summary: Davina's older sister, Y/N, was banished from New Orleans by her coven when Davina was still a kid, for trying to stop her best friend from being drafted into the Harvest Girl ritual. Now, years later, she's finally managed to break the magic keeping her from the city and is reunited with her little sister. However, she's not the only one who's fiercely protective over Davina, and that might lead to a few growing pains between her and a certain vampire of New Orleans.

Word Count: 3,055

Category: Angst, Fluff, Humor

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I wandered into the restaurant, trying not to look too jittery as I scanned the room. Davina, my sister, had called and asked me to meet her here as soon as I could, so of course I'd come running.

Davina and I had been separated for a long, long time. I'd been cast out from my coven for trying to put a stop to the Harvest Girl ritual when one of my best friends had been selected, making me banished from my community just after I'd turned 18. I hadn't come been able to come back for a long, long time, but when I finally could, I raced back to try to find my baby sister.

She'd been just a kid when I was forced to leave. I was horrified when word reached me that she'd been chosen as a Harvest Girl herself, and after years of fighting to find a way to break the spell keeping me out of New Orleans, I'd finally managed it.

Davina, thankfully, had been fine when I'd eventually found her. I think I might've accidentally scared her a little when I first saw her, since I'd started shaking and crying with no real explanation. It didn't take her long to understand, though, and as soon as she hugged me I held her so tight I wasn't sure I'd ever let go.

I'd apologized over and over and over for not being here for her, and for not coming to her rescue when she needed me. She'd assured me we were okay, and we'd spent the rest of the night catching up and being together, but I still couldn't shake the guilt

I'd lost a lot of time with my baby sister. I wasn't going to lose anymore.

Needless to say, when she called me and asked me to meet her, I was over the moon. I'd been in the process of looking for an apartment for the both of us, and it was going pretty well, so hopefully she could just shout from the living room in a few more weeks.

I found Davina without too much trouble, sitting at a table in the back and looking glum. I immediately went into protective sister mode, scanning the area with one eye and trying to evaluate my sister with the other.

"Dav," I breathed, sitting down next to her and immediately putting an arm across her shoulders. "What's wrong?"

She sighed and looked at me, a sheen of tears and disappointment in her eyes.

"The Mikaelsons are trying to make trouble again," she said. I nodded, mentally trying to remember everything she'd told me last night. The Mikaelsons, big bad original vampires of legend, had been running around town fighting for control of New Orleans and dragging my baby sister into the middle of it. "I just thought we might finally be getting a break from everything, you know? This breakfast was supposed to be-"

"Hey."

I turned around with a glare, keeping my arm slung over Davina's shoulder, to find a tall, handsome man staring down at me. He was clearly a vampire, and the slight edge to his gaze only made me more protective of Davina.

"I don't know who you think you are, but I don't think this is your problem," he said. He nodded to Davina, then looked at me and nodded to the door like he expected me to get up and leave. I snorted and stood up to face him, putting myself between him and her.

"Actually I'm pretty sure it's exactly my problem, since I'm her sister," I said. The vampire's eyes widened for a fraction of a second before they narrowed again, staring me down.

"Oh really? If you're her sister, then where the hell have you been all these years that she's needed somebody? Anybody to take care of her?"

I grimaced and clenched my fists. I'd been beating myself up over those same questions for a while now, but I wasn't about to let this vampire use them as ammunition.

"Banished from the coven for trying to stop the Harvest Girl ritual. And I don't know who you think you are, but considering my sister's currently on the verge of tears because of some vampires messing with her life, I think-"

"Stop it!" Davina cried, finally shooting out of her chair and staring me and the vampire down. We both moved to take protective steps in front of her, then shot each other questioning looks for the action. "This breakfast was supposed to be fun! It was supposed to be so the two of you could actually meet each other!"

I frowned and the vampire raised an eyebrow, but Davina continued.

"Y/N, Marcel is the vampire who saved me. Who helped me. Who fought for me," she said, speaking to me while she gestured to Marcel. I looked at him, eyes wide, and he stood a bit taller before Davina turned to him. "And Marcel, Y/N is my sister. She got kicked out of the coven for trying to do exactly what you did to save me, and she fought for years to try to come back, especially when she knew I was in danger. She almost died just trying to get back to me."

I saw Marcel shift his focus to me, but I ignored him as I stared at Davina, trying to fight the tears threatening to fall. I hadn't been there for her when she'd needed me, but I'd tried everything I could, and she knew it. She still knew I would always do everything in my power to be there for her.

We were going to be okay.

At least, I knew we would be eventually, even as Davina whipped her head around to look between Marcel and I with a fierce glare.

"You two are both always talking about protecting me and being there for me, but now you're both just stressing me out more!"

Marcel and I looked at the ground as Davina scoffed, then took a few steps towards the door.

"I'm going to go get breakfast somewhere else, somewhere without all the posturing and threats and ridiculous crap." She huffed a sigh and shook her head, then continued. "I guess I'll see you both later."

With that, she turned on her heel and headed out the door. I watched her go, then my eyes drifted to Marcel's who looked just as chastened and ashamed as I felt. We held each others' stares for a few moments, then I broke the awkward silence by heading for the door myself. Marcel let me go, apparently no more in the mood to talk than I was.

I had things to do today, so I wasn't sorry he didn't try to stop me.

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That night, I waited outside the Mikaelson compound until I saw someone (Elijah I think, from Davina's descriptions) leave. He and his brothers were causing problems for my baby sister, so I'd decided this morning to take things into my own hands and make the problem go away.

Tonight, that meant sneaking into the Mikaelson compound and getting an idea of what the hell their problem was. Then, I'd deal with it myself one way or another, officially leaving Davina out of it.

I crept towards the house, trying to look casual and go undetected all at the same time. I made it to the front doors, which they'd left unlocked, and went straight into the house. It didn't take me long to find a large room with a desk and all kinds of books and papers, which clearly served as a study for the Mikaelsons.

Exactly what I needed.

I glanced around the hallway one last time, then walked in, heading for the desk. I'd made it about halfway across the room when a voice from behind me almost gave me a heart attack.

"You have got to be kidding me."

I whirled around to find Marcel standing in the middle of the room, his arms crossed and a tired expression on his face.

"You! What the hell are you doing here?" I hissed. Talking quietly likely wouldn't matter if we were in range of vampire hearing, but I figured I'd take the precaution anyway.

"I could be asking you the same thing," he said. "And you don't have to whisper. None of them are home right now."

"How- Okay, whatever. I'm here to figure out what the hell this family wants with Davina," I said, crossing my arms and standing my ground. "Then, I'm gonna deal with that shit myself. And I can tell you right now, there is no vampire or other creature on Earth that's gonna get in my damn way."

Marcel sighed and uncrossed his arms, taking a few steps across the room towards me. His posture was completely nonthreatening, but I braced myself anyway. Letting down your guard around a vampire could be a fatal mistake.

"I'm here to do the same thing," he said. I blinked a few times, my arms at last falling to my sides too as I processed his words.

"What?"

"Look, D wanted us to meet this morning because we're two important people in her life, right?" he asked, moving past me and towards the desk I'd been aiming for. In the process, he left his back completely exposed to me, which said as much about his intentions as his words. If he were here to fight, he never would've let his guard down like that. "I know we got off to a rocky start, but we both clearly care about her, a lot. So why don't we start over and work together on this?"

He finished his proposal and turned around, a handful of papers that I assumed were relevant to Davina outstretched and offered to me. I sighed and looked him up and down, then carefully took the papers out of his hand.

"Did you really try to save Dav from the Harvest Girl ritual?" I asked.

"Yes. I still can't believe your coven does shit like that to kids, whether or not they come back to life afterwards."

I looked up from my papers to shoot him a glare. "I'm pretty sure they stopped being 'my coven' when they literally banished me at eighteen for trying to stop the same ritual, just a few years earlier."

Marcel held up his hands in surrender. "Sorry, my bad. You're right."

I nodded, looked over the papers one more time, then sighed. I met Marcel's eyes, and I found a determination there that I knew was echoed in my own expression.

"Alright Marcel. You're on. You care about Dav and so do I, so let's go wreck some Mikaelson shit protecting her."

He shot me a charming grin as he took the papers back, and I couldn't help the butterflies that started fluttering in my stomach.

"Now that's what I like to hear."

*****************

"Hey you two. What'll it be?"

Marcel and I broke off from our conversation, grins still on our faces as our laughter faded and we took our seats at the bar where Cami O'Connell worked. I'd only met her briefly since being in New Orleans, but unlike Marcel and I, we'd immediately hit it off the bat.

After successfully gathering the information we needed in the Mikaelson compound about what they wanted with Davina, Marcel and I had gone out and found the supernaturals causing problems they wanted Davina to take care of. Fortunately, Marcel and I were in agreement with the end result the Mikaelsons wanted this time, so it wasn't hard for us to take care of the issue. Especially since, unlike the Mikaelsons, we knew how to use diplomacy to achieve our goals without instantly resulting to threats.

Through the course of the night, we'd bonded quite a bit, and found a lot of common ground and interests that we'd previously ignored at our first ill-fated meeting. And in the wake of victory over Mikaelson drama and in the name of Davina, our mutual favorite person, we'd decided to end the night at Cami's together to celebrate and continue the positive energy of our new relationship.

"I'll have whatever she's having," said Marcel, nodding towards me. I grinned at him.

"What, you don't have a go-to drink after all your years of existence?"

"No, I do. I just figured I'd try something new every once in a while," he said, smiling back at me. "Keeps things interesting, you know?"

We shared a smile that went on just a little too long, prompting Cami to clear her throat.

"So... I have to ask. What the hell are you two doing here?" she said. I turned to look at her with a raised eyebrow, but she was already looking at me with the same expression. "When I saw Davina this morning, she was in a lather about the two of you basically being enemies on sight."

I turned to Marcel, unable to keep a ridiculous grin off my face. When he met my look with the same smug, mischievous look of his own, I swear my heart almost leapt out of my rib cage.

"Let's just say we came to an understanding," said Marcel, his eyes never leaving me. Neither of us wanted to look away, but after a few moments I forced myself to turn to Cami. I didn't want to completely ignore her, and it was always a good rule of thumb to avoid pissing off your bartender. Especially if she was a new friend.

"Basically, Marcel and I found the Mikaelsons threatening to drag Davina, my baby sister and Marcel's honorary ward, into the middle of something that could get her killed," I said. "So, we teamed up to put a stop to it. And we realized we actually have a few things in common."

Cami nodded, giving us both an appraising smile and nod as she went to grab the stuff she needed to mix my favorite drink, something we'd discussed at length the first night I'd met her.

"Interesting. I'm sure Davina was happy to hear it," she said.

I glanced down at the counter, feeling a little sheepish as the heat rose to my cheeks. I could feel Marcel staring at me with a wolfish grin, but this time, I didn't look at him.

"We might be waiting to tell Davina until tomorrow when we see her," he said.

"Oh?" asked Cami casually as she mixed our drinks. I knew it was a casualness she'd perfected as a bartender, for when people were oversharing and she wanted them to continue instead of shutting down.

"Yeah. We wanted to spend tonight getting to know each other a little better," he said, reaching over and taking my hand in his. I felt like an idiot, but I couldn't help looking up at him with a schoolgirl smile. In less than 24 hours, I'd gone from hating Marcel to falling for him, but who could blame me? He was kind, strong, handsome, and just as ruthless about protecting my sister as I was.

"Well, at least Davina's not going to have to worry about mommy and daddy fighting anymore," teased Cami. I turned to her with wide eyes and shook my head, unable to believe she'd really gone there, but Marcel just laughed.

"Hopefully she doesn't turn on me for flirting with her big sister," he said. Now it was my turn to laugh.

"I think you're safe," I decided. "If anything, she'll be mad at me for choosing somebody that will make my love life a subject she never wants to touch."

All three of us shared a laugh at that as Cami set our glasses down in front of us, then took a half a step back. She had a massive grin on her face as she looked at the two of us.

"Well, I'll leave you two to enjoy your night." She had an air of mischief to her voice that made the heat rise on my face again, but I still couldn't help smiling. "Just flag me down if you need anything."

"Will do," I said.

"Thanks, Cami," agreed Marcel. She nodded to us with one last happy smile, then turned to go help another patron further down the bar, leaving Marcel and I alone. I turned to him with a smile and raised my drink.

"Alright, let's do a toast and then I want you to try this drink and tell me what you think," I said. Marcel raised his glass, then nodded.

"You do the honors."

"To us," I said. "To our newfound friendship and... more. And to Davina."

"Hear hear!" echoed Marcel. We laughed, then he clinked his glass against mine and we both drank. After the first sip, he pursed his lips and tried to fight a sour expression on his face.

"Oh come on! Don't tell me you don't like it?" I cried.

He squinted and shook his head, then said, completely unconvincingly, "No, it's great. Not too sweet at all."

I laughed and shoved his shoulder, and he fixed me with a charming smile. After bravely attempting a few more sips, he casually slid the drink over to sit on the bartop in front of me, instead, then flagged Cami down to order something else.

We stayed in the bar laughing and talking together until closing time, then wandered out onto the streets of New Orleans and walked around until we were both almost falling asleep standing up. Despite an incredibly rocky start, Marcel and I just seemed to click, and even as we said goodnight I found myself counting down the hours until we met up again tomorrow to break the good news of our new relationship to Davina.

After losing years away from my sister and my city, it seemed like the universe was finally trying to make it up to me with the possibility of our new little family. And despite how obvious it was that supernatural drama would continue to plague all our lives, I couldn't have possibly been happier to be back.

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babes i need more polyam!nikolai x reader x david agdksbkamsms

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Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x gn!Reader x David Kosty

A/N: Oh no, I sense a new ship coming skgskk. Here you go, love. I hope you enjoy! <333

Summary: Even with two partners, getting attention can sometimes be a bit difficult.

Genre: Fluff and Comedy

Word Count: 900

Warnings: None

“Nikolaiii.” you whined, as you entered his cosy sitting room.

You had already finished your tasks for the day, so you were left utterly bored. This meant looking for other people to annoy. Your current victim was the young man working through a stack of files, that had been left unfinished. He sighed, putting down his pen, and propping his head on his clasped hands.

“What do you need, dear?” he asked, watching you walk towards his desk.

“Attention.” you answered quickly.

“And I actually need to focus right now.” he started, earning a frown from you, “Why don’t you go and annoy David? That’s why there are three of us after all.”

“Wow, so that’s how it is?” you complained dramatically, an overexaggerated expression on your face.

“That’s how it is indeed.”

“Fine. But don’t think that we’ll let you join us on the couch later!” you called, as you left the room to look for your other partner.

“Love you too sweetheart.” he shouted after you, his eyes trained on the papers in front of him again.

Much to your surprise, he wasn’t in the workshops. Instead, you found him lounging on the carmine loveseat situated in the corner of your shared room. In his hands, he held a thick book whose red cover was decorated with golden imprints. You remembered when Nikolai gifted him this book for his birthday last year. It was supposed to be a joke since David always expressed his criticism in the glorification of Saints through folktales. This is why he got him a neatly put-together copy of “The Lives of Saints”. However, David genuinely seemed to enjoy reading the stories, making it a ritual to tell you about his favourite ones, but also the ones he found to be absolutely ridiculous.

“Daviiid.” you cooed, entering the room with a smile on your face.

When he saw you, a smile settled on his face, and the book was quickly discarded.

“Good afternoon, love.” he mused, scooting a bit closer to the armrest to free up some space for you.

You gratefully accepted the unspoken offer, dropping down next to him with a huff. One of his arms wrapped around your torse, as you laid your head on his shoulder.

“Is everything alright?” he inquired softly, running his fingers over your back.

“Mhm,” you breathed into the nape of his neck, enjoying his care, “I just needed someone to pay attention to me.”

He chuckled lightly, shaking his head playfully.

“I suppose Nikolai is busy?”

“Of course he is.” you giggled, cuddling closer to him, “Read to me?”

“Alright.” he said, picking up the book again.

“A captain took his crew to sea, and because of his good leadership and the

talent of his sailors, his ship came to be known as the fastest and most

profitable on the ocean. It darted in and out of coves and ports, slipping past

rocks and glaciers, a dancer on the waves…” he began reading.

You knew the story of Sankt Nikolai, but you had never read it before.

He continued reading like this for almost half an hour, one arm still wrapped around your form as you started to doze off. Once he heard your breathing grow steadier, and he felt the full weight of your head pressed against his shoulder, he continued to read silently for a while.

But when the door to your room was shut a bit harsher than to be expected, you both flinched slightly. Nikolai entered the room, a content smile plastered on his face, as he caught sight of you.

“Good evening!” he laughed, taking off his waistcoat and stowing it away neatly - a habit that David had to help him acquire, “I see you have found someone to annoy.”

“Oh no, they never annoy me.” David retorted a smug smile displayed on his features.

“Why thank you, David. Now you’re making me look bad.” he joked, shuffling over to where you were sitting, “Space for one more?”

“No.” you replied, a fake pout on your lips.

“Too bad.” he smiled before he hastily squished himself in between the two of you, effectively occupying the little space between you.

“Lantsov, you brute.” you groaned, giving him a jab to the shoulder.

David only laughed softly, now having to rethink his current position.

“Oh, come on. I’m great.”

“You’re a pain in the ass sometimes, that’s what you are.” David commented slyly.

“David!” the both of you replied.

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YAY! could you do a poly lost boys x reader where the boys were just hanging out in their room when their s/o runs of for snacks and the boys find this book that is a list of requirements for a bf, and it's the exact opposite of them😭

After they as their s/o their just like "I don' know you guys are just exceptions I guess"

Please and thank you 💕

(Couldn’t find a good gif of all of them I liked for this, so I went with Paul)

A/N: Love writing Poly LBs. Kinda wrote this like a deconstructed fic. I tried to find an old boyfriend test/quiz to go into specifics, but surprisingly I couldn’t find any that would work. I hope this is what you had in mind and that you like it ^_^

Pairing: Poly Lost Boys x reader (Side note: when I write Poly Lost Boys I write it as all five are together not just all four are just with the reader, if that makes sense.)

Notes: Nickname “Angel” used once, “Babe” many times. No pronouns or "Y/N" used for the reader.

Warnings: Paul is high af. 

Words: 492

You're all hanging out in your room

Listening to music, just chatting, chilling

Paul's got the munchies super bad so the snack supply is gone within an hour

While you head to the kitchen for more Paul is laid out on the floor making floor-angels

Booping Dwayne, who is sitting against the wall, on the nose each time his arms go out,

Even though the brunette is trying to focus on reading a magazine he found on your desk.

"I'm going to bite you," Dwayne mumbles at him, only half paying attention to the blond.

Paul rolls over to him and bites his leg (not hard enough to break through his pants) and blows hot air on him

"What's that?" Marko asks as he sees Dwayne is too distracted by reading to deal with the now giggling blond

"Looking to 'ease your styling woes'?" David teases, glancing at the cover of the magazine.

Marko leans over Dwayne’s shoulder to see what he's reading

"That sounds nothing like any of us…" He puts a hand to his chest dramatically and sniffs loudly. "Are you breaking up with us?"

"Shut up," Dwayne says, trying not to smile, as he pushes the curly haired blond out of the way. "I didn't take the quiz; found it like this."

David snaps his fingers and Dwayne tosses the magazine over. 

"Lemme see, lemme see," Paul says, crawling over and trying to crawl into David’s lap. "Gimme, me see," he whines.

At this point, you come back in with an armful of snacks

"Angel!" Paul cheers and catches a bag of chips you toss to him. 

You ask David what he's reading as Paul is hugging your leg and munching on chips

"Just… seeing what your ideal boyfriend is," David mutters. "You circled quite a few things."

"Are you pouting?" you ask.

"No." 

He 100% is.

David starts reading aloud the result paragraph that explains what ‘your’ ideal boyfriend is based on the circled responses: someone who is nothing like any of the four of them.

"Are you gonna leave us?" Paul asks looking up at you with big puppy dog eyes, bottom lip sticking out

"No way. That magazine is so old. Besides I don't think it applies to my new ideal: bad ass vampire biker babes."

Paul starts giggling and rolling around on the floor.

"I'm a babe." He stops rolling and looks to Marko. “You’re a babe.”

Marko laughs and pats him on the head.

“Thanks Paul.”

Points to Dwayne

“Babe.”

Paul crawls back to David who raises an eyebrow.

“David, Dave, Dave, Dave, Dav-” David puts a hand over Paul’s mouth. 

“Yes?” David removes his hand and Paul just smiles up at him, giggling.

“You’re a babe.” 

“We’re all babes, got it, bud.” 

David ruffles his hair and rolls his eyes playfully. 

Paul moves back to hugging your leg and looks up at you.

“You’re my favoritest-est-...  est… babe of them all!”

“Thanks honey.”

A/N: I hope this was close enough to what you had in mind. Thank you for requesting! ^_^

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Sweets and Treats

Chapter One: The Start of it All

Pairings: 22 yo Eddie Munson x (gn)reader, 18 yo Dustin Henderson x (gn)reader

Summary: You work every summer at your Dad's ice cream and candy shop. Your two regulars come in all the time. You're oblivious to their feelings for you until...

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: This is the first time I've even tried writing a fic so, let me know how I did. I figure this will be multiple parts.

It was the summer of 1989.  You were back at Sweets and Treats, your dad’s ice cream and candy parlor.  Every summer you picked up shifts to help.  You stocked shelves, built displays, scooped ice cream. You pretty much did everything.  The best part of the job was interacting with the customers though.  Summer had the store slammed and most of your time was spent at the shop.  You really didn’t have time to go out with friends, much less date.

You had just finished setting up the display for the brand-new Hershey’s Symphony Bars when your two favorite customers came in with a chime of the bell on the door.  They came in at least every other day this summer, if not every day. The younger boy wore shorts and a Northwestern University t-shirt with his classic thinking cap.  You remember when he got his acceptance letter.  He came in with the biggest smile and asked for a scoop of whatever your favorite flavor was.  The older boy wore black ripped jeans, a white t-shirt, and a red flannel with the sleeves rolled up just enough for a couple of tattoos to peek through.  His silver rings shined as the sun streamed through the windows. The usual leather jacket and battle vest were nowhere to be seen.  He looked…different.  You weren’t sure whether it was a good different yet though.

You moved behind the counter, anticipating the usual banter and purchases. Dustin picked up a laffy taffy and flipped it over. As he read over the joke you heard a short laugh.  

“Y/N! What happened after David had his ID stolen?”

“I don’t know.  What happened?”

“They had to call him Dav!”

You both giggled while Eddie perused the shelves stealing occasional glances towards you as you conversed with his friend.  You knew he’d only come up with his regular purchase of clove gum. 

“Are you guys getting ice cream today?” You shouted across the small shop.

“On a day like this? Of course!” Dustin replied.  Eddie gave a small nod. It was unusually warm today.  Yet, Eddie still had his hair down like always. 

Just like you had predicted, Eddie placed a packet of clove gum on the counter.  His brown puppy eyes briefly met yours.

“Uh…chocolate please.” You could see beads of sweat on his skin.

“Eddie, why don’t you ever wear your hair up?  You’d probably be a lot cooler in this heat.” He looked back up at you.

“Oh, um, I don’t know, I –“

“One scoop of blue moon please,” Dustin requested as he handed you a box of nerds. He saw Eddie grab his gum and hand you a few dollars.  “Did you know that that brand of clove gum was discontinued in 1978 and brought back just four years ago for something called a nostalgia campaign?” As he looked up at you and Eddie his smile faltered. “Oh, sorry! Continue.”

“I did not know that” you smiled. “I was just saying, Eddie should wear his hair up more often.  Try something new.” You handed Eddie his scoop of chocolate and his fingertips briefly met yours.  You could see a hint of blush creeping up on his cheeks as he quickly turned away.

“Eddie?  With his hair up?  That’d be a sight!” Dustin handed you cash in exchange for his ice cream and candy.

“Maybe it’d look good?”  You pondered the thought of Eddie with a messy bun. Dustin snickered as he looked at his older friend. As they walked out the store, the shorter boy smiled at you and waved goodbye.

“See you later Y/N!” He yelled as the bell on the door announced their exit. 

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“They really have no clue, do they?” Dustin asked Eddie as the two of them left Sweets and Treats. 

“Absolutely not,” he answered.

“Maybe I’ll just have to be more explicit next time.”

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It was unbearably hot today as you flipped the sign on the door to open.  It was only set to get warmer too.  You knew you were going to be scooping a lot of ice cream today.  You headed to the back to turn on the new air conditioner and set up the fans for the day to circulate the cool air and keep the ice cream and chocolates from melting before they’re sold. 

You heard the bell from the backroom.  “I’ll be right with you!” You shouted as you left the back and headed to the front of the store.

“Take your time.” You looked up at the familiar voice.  He took your suggestion and took it further.  This time with his ripped jeans, he had on a faded Metallica tank and his hair was up in a low messy bun.  He still had on his rings.  You thought for a second maybe he was trying to impress you or something and you could feel your face start to heat up in the cool shop.  That couldn’t be it. He looked good though. Your thoughts were interrupted by the bell again.

“Morning Y/N!”

“Morning Dustin!”

“I’m in the mood for something new today.”

“Is that so? Do you have something in mind?”

“How about your number?”  You were taken aback.  You still had not realized he had been flirting with you this whole summer. You could see Eddie watching from the classics section out of the corner of your eye.

“Oh! Um sure!”  You pulled out a napkin and pen and wrote your number down for him.  You had just moved out of your dad’s house into the tiniest apartment in town and the first thing you bought was your first phone.  Not that it got much use as you were never really home.  Dustin turned to see Eddie.

“Woah! Looking good man!  I’ve never even seen that shirt.  Y/N was right! You should try something new more often.” Eddie scratched the back of his neck and smiled.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you piped up.  Eddie looked at you and gave you a smirk.  Something was in the air today.  These boys were acting stranger than normal.  Bolder than normal.  You weren’t really sure how to take it.  Was it obvious you were a little flustered? 

The bell on the door chimed once more and a large group of what seemed like middle schoolers came rushing in.  You could just see the two men leaving as your counter was bombarded with candy.

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“Ha! Success! Now I just need to ask them out properly.  Do you think they’ll say yes?”

“I think if they gave you their number then they would probably say yes to a date.” Eddie thought about what it would be like to take you on a date.  He had thought about it a lot actually.  You just made him so nervous he couldn’t get up the courage to do anything about those feelings.  Even talking to you was difficult.  You made him blush so easily, he knew he’d get himself caught if he wasn’t careful.  He was kind of envious of his little friend’s spirit.  He resigned himself to living vicariously through Dustin in this situation.  Or maybe not.

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The next day was cooler but, not by much.  You hadn’t gotten much of a break all day and your two favorites hadn’t shown up.  You must’ve scooped well over a hundred scoops of ice cream and your arm hurt.  It was almost time to close up shop, so you graciously started to put away the ice creams.  You heard the door open and groaned.

“No more ice cream for the day!” You stated.

“I’m not here for ice cream.”  You hear Eddie put something on the counter.  You turn and see two items in front of you. Some Reese’s peanut butter cups and a dollar with a slip of paper.  You ring up the treat and take the bill and paper.  It took you a moment to realize there were numbers on the paper. You looked up to meet his deep brown eyes. “I mean, I just figured, maybe we could hang out or talk some time but, only if you want you know, I don’t know, maybe you don’t want-“

“Eddie, I’d like that.  Thank you.”  You could see a sense of relief on his face.  He took his peanut butter cups and headed back out the door with a smile growing on his face.

“What in the heck just happened,” you thought to yourself.  You stared at the phone number in your hand.  You quickly stuffed it in your back pocket and finished closing the shop for the evening.

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Prompts

Angst/Hurt Comfort

“I know that you’re not okay! So stop telling me that you are!” @p-taryn-dactyl + Layla El Faouly

“Are you bleeding?” @takedownshoe + Marc Spector & Steven Grant

“For what it’s worth, I am sorry.” @just-let-me-fangirl-in-peace + Marc Spector (Steven Grant)

“Did you ever realize that by ‘protecting me’ you were hurting me? Or did you just not care?” @curezephyr + Khonshu

“I’ve always wondered why you chose me… And now, I know that all of it was a lie.” @xxfillerxx + Steven Grant

“I’m not the type of person you should give your heart to.”

“Why do you always get into situations like this?”

“Tell me if it hurts.”

“Just go.” + “Go! Before you ruin anything else.” @bloodmoon-bites + Khonshu

“You’ll find someone better than me, I promise you that.” @darklyndivinely + Marc Spector

“How do you pretend like you’re okay all the time?”

“Let me take care of you, please.”

“Give me one reason to stay.”

“I’m sorry I yelled at you like that.”

“I didn’t have anywhere else to go.” @zephyrmonkey + Steven Grant & Marc Spector

“Why do you sacrifice so much for me?”

“We could have been happy.” @davosmymaster + Steven Grant (Marc Spector)

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile.”

“It’s okay.” + “I know you don’t love me like you do her.” @bibli0thecary + Steven Grant & Marc Spector

“Did you think I’d let anything happen to you?”

“I didn’t want you to hate me too.”

Fluff

“Why?” + “Because I’m in love with you.” @elliaze + Marc Spector

“You don’t think you went just a little bit overboard?”

“I’m never letting you out of my sight again.” @necromancer04 + Khonshu

“You’ve never called me that before, I like it.” @dearlawdimasimp + Khonshu

“Are you asking me on a date right now?” @xbamboowishesx + Layla El Faouly

“I always fumble over my words when I’m around you.”

“How many love letters have you written for me, just to keep them to yourself?” @darkened-writer + Steven Grant

“Was that your first kiss?”

“Stop laughing at me.” @dearlawdimasimp + Marc Spector

“I didn’t mean to say it- but yeah, I love you.”

“I trust you.”

“Friends don’t look at each other like we do.” @qjuiq-writings + Steven Grant

“It terrifies me- the things I’d do for you.”

“I can’t say it back, but I need you to know I feel the same way.” @startrekkingaroundasgard + Steven Grant

“You’re putting me to sleep, stop it.” @nyx-aira + Layla El Faouly

“Do I make you nervous?”

“I really want to kiss you right now.”

“Sorry- I know I’m talking too much.” + “No, not at all. Keep going.” @ahkillese + Steven Grant

“I will always keep you safe.” @raelwrites + Marc Spector

“I didn’t expect to get this attached to you.” @lilredniki + Khonshu

“I’m not sick because it’s cold outside, that’s just a myth.”

Smut

“If we weren’t in public right now, I’d have my head between your legs.” @stitched-mouth + Layla El Faouly

“Just friends- Do all your friends make you feel hot and bothered like this? Do they make you moan like this?” @dilfdarling + Layla El Faouly

“Did I say you could stop?” @gummywurme + Khonshu

“You better watch your fucking mouth.”

“Shh, you can take it.” + “You’re doing so well.”

“Are you wearing my shirt?”

“You look so pretty like this.”

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

“Don’t be shy, sit on my face.”

“Did you just moan my name?”

“Touch yourself for me.”

“Would you just shut up and kiss me already?”

“I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“Stop distracting me.”

“There’s so many things I want to do to you.”

“You don’t have to be gentle, I won’t break.”

“Beg.”

“Don’t hide yourself from me.”

“Against the window? Are you insane!?”

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

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@raelwrites @darkened-writer @elliaze @n1ght5h4d3-24 @qjuiq-writings

[barry-j-blupjeans]

@taznovembercelebration day 29: fire, favorite

“Y’know it’s more than just… learning the magic, right?” Lup said, taking Barry’s hands in hers. Barry flushed but didn’t look away. “I don’t doubt that you know how your own magic works, but when I’ve seen you cast, it’s very, uh. Very stiff. You’re supposed to let it flow through you, not force it out.”

“I’m not sure I’m understanding,” Barry said honestly and Lup made a thoughtful noise, pull her hands back. She flipped through the thick book in front of them and said,

“You’ve got, like, multiple wizard schools n’ shit, right?”

“Yeah,” Barry said. “Uh, mostly on Enchantment, very low-level transmutation, divination, abjuration-”

“Yeah, whatever,” Lup cut him off. “Which one is your favorite?”

Barry blanched, trying to think. Immediately, his mind went towards Necromancy. But seeing as they were five years into this apocalypse-driven journey, Barry didn’t really know if it was the right time to mention that he even did Necromancy. Their home plane had been… hesitant when it came to anything relating to that type of magic, even if Barry had modified a good portion of the spells to not include any type of sacrifice or death or-

Lup was looking at him expectantly.

“Evocation,” Barry blurted out.

Fuck. He didn’t even have any levels in Evocation. He was too scared of burning himself.

“Oh?” Lup said, in the way that Barry knew meant she had seen right through his bullshit. “Sure, yeah, Evocation of course. Didn’t know we shared a favorite class, Bar.”

“Gotta love fire,” Barry tried weakly and Lup snorted, pushing the book towards him.

“Maybe you’ve forgotten what classes you have,” she said. “So one more time, from the top. Which one is your favorite?”

Barry stared down at the book of wizard schools, his heart racing. They had all the ones he had levels on in there, and a few he didn’t. But the second on Necromancy was the shortest of all and Barry could see the words “illegal in many parts of the world” staring back up at him threateningly. When he looked up, Lup was waiting.

“If I tell you,” Barry said. “Please don’t tell anyone else.”

“I’ll… keep that in mind,” Lup said, squinting in suspicion.

“You can tell Taako,” Barry said, changing his tactics. “But- Not Dav. Not yet, at least, I, uh- it’s weird.”

“This is weird,” Lup said and Barry could give her that, yeah.

“Alright,” he said. “Uh, my favorite is Necromancy.”

He watched as Lup processed. Over the past five years, he picked up on the fact that the twins were very good at hiding emotions. However, he’d also picked up on the little ways they showed it. Lup’s ear twitched, imperceptible to anyone who wasn’t paying attention. Barry tried not to think about how she did that when something shocked her. Instead, he thought about the first time he noticed it when Magnus had reappeared on the ship after their first cycle. Fuck, no that wasn’t good to think about either.

“Okay,” Lup said slowly. “How, uh, how long have you been into that?”

“I brought my cat back to life when I was fourteen,” Barry said awkwardly. “So, uh. It’s been a bit. I’m not- look, I modified most of the spells and they don’t even need blood anymore. It’s not bad, or anything, it’s just- it’s interesting! And helpful! Merle can’t- hey, here’s a plus, Merle’s can’t bring people back to life. Worse comes to worst, come get me.”

It was a very poor attempt at a joke. But Lup laughed anyway.

“Sure, dude,” she said. “That’s- yeah, no, this fits, I dig it. Back on task, though. What does Necromancy feel like when you cast it compared to, like, Enchantment?”

She was smiling at him again. Barry’s heart thundered in his chest and he ignored it in favor of making her smile more.

[comradelup]

14 fluff ipre crew... maybe davenport specifically if you want!

i tried really hard to get the dialogue (”you are my family”) in but i couldn’t make it work :-( but! i got some good good dav-centric ipre family fluff, which i hope captures the same Vibe

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Dinner on the ship is… as expected. The twins threaten the life of anyone who steps foot into the kitchen, Magnus or Merle always complain when they have to set the table, and Lucretia or Barry are always late because they both get sucked into respective projects. Davenport, who would probably disintegrate without a schedule to stick too, always gets to dinner ready and on time.

“You’re like a robot, Cap’nport,” Magnus says as they’re all sitting down. In the other room, the twins can be heard squabbling over something or other.

“At least I’m on time,” Davenport says.

“Hey! I’m not the late one!” Magnus says, pointing to Lucretia, who attempts to sink into her chair, and Barry, who rolls his eyes.

“At least I washed up,” Davenport says with a pointed look at Magnus’ hands, which are somehow covered in dirt. He hasn’t even left the ship all day, where did he find dirt?

Magnus groans and stands, marching off to the bathroom like a bratty kid. The twins emerge from the kitchen, each brandishing a dish of food with a smile as if Davenport didn’t hear distinct slapping and shoving five minutes ago.

“We present to you: lasagna,” Taako announces, placing the dish in the center of the table.

“Plus a dairy free version,” Lup says, dropping a personal sized dish in front of Barry.

“Thanks,” he says, and Lup kisses his cheek before sitting down at her own seat.

“It looks amazing as always,” Davenport says, “Thank you both.”

“Of course it does,” Taako says, serving himself a plate.

“OKAY I’M BACK!” Magnus yells, rushing back to his seat not unlike an excitable dog. He and the rest of them load their plates and begin eating.

“So what was it?” Merle asks the twins, “What were you two fighting over this time?”

Davenport largely suspects that Merle just wants to get them to fight again because he thinks it’s funny to watch— and he’s not completely wrong, not that Davenport would ever ever admit it.

Taako says, “This dullard thinks she knows more about how long to cook a lasagna, which is laughable!”

“No it isn’t!” Lup says, “I’m the one who deals with fire, I think I know more about heat then you, Mr. Transmutation.”

“For the last time: committing arson is different than cooking!”

“Isn’t arson just… bigger cooking?” Magnus asks, “Both are fire.”

“Thank you Magnus,” Lup says, “You’re my new twin brother, Taako’s out.”

Taako scoffs, loud and high pitched and offended. Yeah, Davenport’s staying out of this one. Taako declares, “Then I’m taking Creesha!”

“Please keep me out of this,” Lucretia says, looking very tired.

Actually, she looks a lot more tired than usual. She catches Davenport staring and asks, “What?”

“When did you last sleep?”

Lucretia immediately avoids his gaze with the guiltiest expression a person can have. The other five start snickering.

“Lucretia?”

“I slept last night! …Sort of.” That last part is much quieter but he still hears it.

He gives her a disapproving look. “You’re sleeping a full eight hours tonight.”

She goes back to her meal. “Fine,” she mutters, and she subtly rolls her eyes.

“Saw that,” he says, digging into his own plate.

The twins break out into full laughter. Lucretia gives them a glare and a pout over her fork.

“I dunno why we call you Cap’nport, Cap’nport,” Magnus says, “You’re more parent than captain.”

Lup snorts. “Dad’nport.”

Magnus gasps. “Dad’nport!”

Soon enough, to no one’s surprise, the two of them are chanting, “Dad’nport! Dad’nport! Dad’nport!”

“I mean, if you want to call yourselves children, I wouldn’t disagree,” Davenport says.

Taako snorts. “Me ‘n Lup are older than you.”

“Really? Then why don’t you act like it?” Davenport deadpans.

Everyone else but the two of them laugh at that. Taako sends a glare his way, though Davenport can tell there’s no malice behind it. A lot of annoyance, maybe, but no malice. He smiles.

The meal continues with similar teasing and familiar pouting. And… if they want him acting like a parent, then…

“After we’re done I want Magnus and Barry doing the dishes. And Lucretia? Go to bed.”

Magnus groans. “Why me?”

“Because the twins cooked.”

“And Merle isn’t allowed back in my kitchen!” Taako announces. He glares at Merle and hisses, “You know what you did.”

Merle shrugs, not looking at all regretful. Davenport doesn’t even want to know. These kids are gonna drive him crazy one of these days.

[david-watts]

⭐band challenge⭐ think of your 15 favorite bands and for each band... 🎸name your favorite guitarist 🎊 name the goofiest member 💿 name your favorite album 🎶 name your favorite song 📷 post your favorite photo

🌟 challenge your friends 🌟

oh GOD you've given me a lot of work haven't you!! I'll stick this under the cut so I'm not clogging up the dash for everyone

1 - the pretty things

I... don't know at this point if I'm doing this in order but be sure that my top three or four bands are constantly cycling out as to which I prefer at the moment!! favourite guitarist would probably be john povey just because he also wrote a lot of songs on the lps I have of theirs! goofiest member is a bit tricky but I'd say it's brian pendleton. dude literally did not notice his jumper was stolen by brian jones even when he knew it was missing and had noticed brian had a 'similar' jumper on rsg! that night! (side note: the fact that viv prince got kicked out of the hell's angels is a very close second) favourite album is 'the vintage years' compilation lp from 1976 during the period phil left the band and my favourite song would be death of a socialite and my favourite photo... this one I'm not necessarily gonna post for all of them just the ones I have. but this is probably my favourite and iirc it's a promotional photo for a boot company

2 - the rolling stones

come on. we know it's brian jones that I like the best. I don't know who the goofiest member would be because basically all of them have done some very dumb shit but because of the music video for dancing in the street I'd have to give it to mick jagger. that video... haunts me. favourite album is easy, it's aftermath. though I do admit I love my presumably original pressing of high tides and green grass quite a bit as well! now my favourite song is jumpin jack flash I feel like that's very well known at this point... so I'll say that it's play with fire favourite photo HAS to be this

no hints as to why

3 - the easybeats

favourite guitarist is harry vanda I have a thing for blondes as SO many things are starting to prove goofiest member has to be stevie wright since he was mick jagger on cocaine and speed at sixteen and did it BETTER... I admire someone who can do backflips favourite album would be easy. not a very inspired choice however I think it's understandable why! favourite song is a tie between st louis and made my bed (gonna lie in it) both songs have an incredible complexity to their sound that just. perfect for me. favourite picture is easily this no I don't have context

4 - the kinks

favourite guitarist is ray sorry dave. actually not sorry I haven't forgotten the shaved pussy tweets goofiest member is IMPOSSIBLE have you SEEN them they're all as bad as each other favourite album is one for the road. I have a thing for live albums favourite song is rock n roll fantasy. I feel that's fairly common knowledge favourite photo:

winter they said.

5 - flash and the pan

can I skip favourite guitarist I think I've already said I prefer harry also... I can't choose a goofier member... I mean...

favourite album would be their collection one because. I have not found any physical copies of their lps. and that's what's on spotify. favourite song though is easy it's down among the dead men I'll skip favourite photo for now. those gifs should do just fine

6 - the grateful dead

this is where order really doesn't matter! I'll admit I don't actually listen to these guys as much as the first five bands I put down but I do still enjoy them a lot and it's a bit of variety

favourite guitarist... probably bob weir? I'm not too fussed about favourite members in this band! goofiest member is n/a this is a strictly liked because I like the music band. aside from the fact I got into them because of the grateful doe case. don't ask favourite album is their self-titled favourite songs are either the golden road or touch of grey no favourite picture here either

7 - the dave clark five

favourite guitarist is rick huxley. no particular reason just vibes goofiest member is probably mike smith for thinking that he could pull of jean harlow drag (he pulls off the drag just fine it just doesn't necessarily read as jean harlow lol) favourite album is the dave clark five's greatest hits because it's my dad's copy favourite song is sha-na-na hey hey kiss him goodbye. I am a simple man. I hear a nice keyboard line, I go wild favourite photo is again not applicable BUT I did enjoy watching having a wild weekend when my dad made us watch it on television a good decade and then some

8 - rush

do i have to say favourite guitarist. like. the only way there's options is if you choose to interpret 'guitarist' more openly than I have (not counting bass because bassists deserve better than to be lumped in as just a guitarist). or I could be funny and say neil peart goofiest member is geddy for his instagram literally being geddyimages. pun king favourite album would probably be power windows favourite song is the analog kid again, favourite image isn't really applicable here BUT I am an appreciator of the big money music video unironically

9 - the shadows

my favourite guitarist is hank marvin. who brian may also looks up to and I love torturing my m*ther with that information. goofiest member would also be hank marvin for one of his nicknames was 'pretty boy', though there is a picture in a biography about them that I got for me dad that calls them the sex pistols of 1958 and I don't know how to feel about it favourite album is from hank, bruce, brian and john favourite songs are the letter (BUT not the 1999 remaster, they took some of the teeth outta that) and while technically this is a hank marvin solo release a lot of things count it as a shadows song and that's sacha favourite photo:

nice lads, aren't they

10 - strawberry alarm clock

...I have to admit. I don't know the members and I don't particularly care to know the members, I only know that I like their music. and that's good enough for me at this point! favourite album would be incense and peppermints favourite song would either be mr farmer or hummin' happy and again, because I don't care who exactly was in the band, I don't have a favourite photograph

11 - pink floyd

favourite guitarist is syd goofiest member? in MY pink floyd? it's roger. solely because of the onion bagger shirt favourite album is the final cut favourite song is time favourite image is uh. me misnaming a file. and producing this gem

12 - the beach boys

favourite guitarist would be al. even though I know the members I don't have a particular ranking (except mike love is the worst member. ew) goofiest member is again not really something I can say I have an opinion on favourite album would be pet sounds like is there any other option (I say, despite listening to my 'concert' lp way too often...) favourite song though is I get around (live) from the concert lp favourite picture... i guess I do have two pictures of them saved but I don't know why because I don't particularly like those pictures

13 - the monkees

I did not mean to put these guys off to nearly the end of the list!!

favourite guitarist is mike no competition goofiest member is all of them!! they're all goofy as hell favourite album is pisces aquarius capricorn and jones ltd though I like pool it, and unironically at that favourite song is the door into summer favourite image:

what can I say! it's a mood

14 - the marcus hook roll band I've already said who my favourite guitarist is :) you have to figure it out from who I've already said :) saying the goofiest member would also give it away but shoutout to the NON-member known for wearing a school uniform in the next band he was in, who showed up uninvited and had to be bribed into playing with naked women and beer favourite album is tales of old grand daddy. I don't have much choice. favourite song is can't stand the heat and I don't have any pictures of this band and I don't think there are even any publicly available

15 - the who

last but NOT LEAST!!

favourite guitarist would be pete, again not much choice is there goofiest member is yet again all of them. how can i choose between the guy who collected random shit like suits of armour, the guy banned from a whole motel chain, the guy who ate nails and uh. pete. favourite album would be the who sell out favourite song is a tie between the instrumental version of my generation or can't reach you favourite album is this and I think this is a good way to finish this post off!

thanks for asking, and more importantly if you've made it here thanks for reading this far? like I said after the first five it's not really in any order and a lot of these are bands I just like a lot musically. and it's not a complete list. it's only fifteen after all

[hamiltonimagines]

Fell For You

Pairing: Daveed x Reader

Summary: Y/N is in the Hamilton cast and faints during the show. Daveed is concerned and misses the show to stay with her and help her get better.

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Fainting/Passing out

I had feeling a little sick all day, but I had to power through it, because it was it a two-show day. Tomorrow was my day off so all I had to do was make it through today. I took some medicine before I left my New York apartment and grabbed my big bottle of water. If my voice was going to make it through two shows, I would need all the help I could get.

I walked into the theater and started the walk to my dressing room. “Hey Y/N” I heard a voice say behind me. I turned around and saw none other than the one and only Phillipa Soo. I was in the ensemble and played Eliza’s understudy. Because of that I became best friends with Pippa, Jasmine, and Renée.

“Hey Pip, how are you?” I asked, knowing I would have to act like I wasn’t sick so no one would know. “I’m good, but how are you? You look like you’ve had a rough day” she asked. “No, I’m perfectly fine. I’m ready for two shows” I said, faking enthusiasm.

“Come on Y/N, you can’t trick me. What’s up?” She asked. “I may or may not be getting sick, but don’t tell Lin or anyone please” I begged her. “If you don’t feel good, just take the day off. You work so hard, you deserve a day off” she assured me.

“I can make it through today, tomorrow is my day off. I promise I’m fine” I said. She stopped me before we walked into the dressing room we shared with Renée and Jasmine. “I won’t tell anyone, but only if you take care of yourself, don’t push yourself too hard. If you get worse I’ll tell Daveed. You know he won’t let you perform while you’re sick, he loves you too much” she teased.

“Come on Pippa, Daveed and I are just friends. We aren’t in school anymore, a girl and a guy can be just friends” I said, trying to convince her, but she knew me too well and would never fall for that. The truth is I’ve had a crush on Daveed since I met him. We’re really good friends and I knew telling him how I feel would just ruin things.

“I’m just saying, you both act like a married couple. And the way Daveed looks at you, proves he has to like you” Phillipa told me. “The way Daveed does what?” I heard a recognizable voice say and then felt two hands rest on my shoulders. I froze, realizing it was Daveed.

“Oh we’re just talking about how much better Anthony would be playing Lafayette and Jefferson” I teased. “Oh haha so funny” Daveed said, faking laughter.

“Lin said he wanted to talk to me about something, so I should probably go do that” Phillipa lied, as smirked at me and walked away.

“So how’s my favorite Y/N?” Daveed asked, as he moved to stand in front of me. “I’m doing great” I lied, smiling. Then I got that familiar scratching in the back of my throat. I quickly covered my mouth as I had a coughing fit. There was no way Daveed would believe that I wasn’t sick. “Hey, are you okay?” He asked me, as he placed his hand on my shoulder. “Yeah yeah I’m fine, guess I just choked on air a bit” I lied, trying to convince him. “Orrrr you could say I took your breath away” he said and winked.

“Alright that’s enough. You’re such a flirt” I said, rolling my eyes. “Just for you, my love” he joked and blew me a kiss. “I’ll see at call time” I said turning around and walking into my dressing room.

My cheeks were beyond red, I could feel the heat radiating off of them. There was no way he didn’t notice how much I was blushing.

I sat down in front of my mirror and heard giggling behind me. I turned around and saw Renée and Jas both with the biggest smirks on their faces. “And you say you guys aren’t dating” Renée said. “Oh shush, he could hear you” I whispered. “Ooo someone’s cheeks are red, I wonder who made you blush like that?” Jasmine teased. “I can’t stand you two” I said, giggling. I turned around and got ready for the show.

I had made it the winter’s ball scene. I was dancing with Daveed and he had a worried look in his eyes. “You okay?” He asked me. I just nodded, I needed to save my voice as much as possible. He went along with it, but still looked concerned.

I had made it through the first half of the first show and it was currently intermission and I was in my dressing room sitting down, trying to drink as much water as possible. I kept coughing and felt absolutely horrible.

Daveed walked in and sat down next to me. “I know you said you were okay, but I’m really concerned for you” he said as he turned to face me. “It’s nothing, just a little cough” I reassured him. He pressed his hand against my forehead. “Y/N you’re burning up. Please talk to Lin, he’ll let you stay backstage. You’re really sick, you might make it worse. I don’t want you to be in pain” he said, sounding very worried. “I can handle a little sick, and I’m drinking water. It’s just half the show and then another show. I can do it, I promise” I told him.

I felt so bad for lying to him and minimalizing this, but I didn’t want to disappoint anyone by failing at doing my job.

Then they made the announcement for places and Daveed helped me stand up. He put his arm around my waist and helped me walk back up to stage.

“As soon as you need to get off the stage, let me know and I will figure it out” he promised me, before leaving to go to the opposite side of the stage.

I put on a fake smile and walked out and performed to the best of my ability.

We got to the Stay Alive Reprise and I was standing in the wings. I was standing in the wing, looking for my water since my throat was burning. I couldn’t find it and realized I had left it in my dressing room. My muscles wouldn’t allow me to walk all all the way there even if I had the time.

I cursed under my breath and leaned over and put my hands on my knees. I tried to regain my breath and I heard loud footsteps. I looked up and saw Daveed running over. “Lin told me you looked sick, you need to stop. You can’t go back out. Have you been drinking water?” He asked me. “Daveed, I’m fine. I’ve been drinking water, I can finish the show I promise” I told him.

“You don’t look good Y/N. Please just stay here. You won’t disappoint anyone, no one will get mad at you. I need to know you’re safe” He confessed.

Had I not been so horribly sick, I knew I’d be blushing at how concerned he was. I heard where we were in the musical and ran back onto stage to my spot, before Daveed could stop me. Everyone would think I was weak if I couldn’t finish the show.

I finally made it to the end of the show. We were all doing the final bow. I had made it through the first show, I had told Lin I couldn’t do the second show. But, I made sure to finish the first one.

I stood next to Daveed when we did our bow. I was holding onto his hand like my life depended on it. I knew I was far too weak to be standing on stage. I hadn’t had any water in a while and I could barely stand up on my own. Daveed had definitely noticed and was supporting a lot of my weight, by letting me lean on him.

We took our final bow and he held on tight to my hand to make sure I didn’t topple over. I kept that fake smile on my face for the crowd. Then we started to walk off the stage. Daveed held onto my hand and we walked off the same side of the stage. “You did it, you crazy powerhouse. Now let’s get you some rest” he whispered in my ear.

I was not walking as fast as him even though he tightly held my hand. All of a sudden, the room started to spin and I felt lightheaded. I felt like I couldn’t keep up with him. I had to keep going, I was almost off the stage. “Da..dav...daveed..” I said, just as we made it into the wing.

My hand dropped from his and I felt myself slowly start to fall to the ground. It felt like I was watching it in slow motion. I heard Daveed call out my name and then everything went black.

I slowly opened my eyes and winced at how bright the light was. I looked around and recognized I was in Daveed’s dressing room, then I saw Daveed sitting next to me. He had his head in his hands and he was messing with his hair.

“Daveed?” I said, trying to get his attention. He quickly looked up to meet my eyes. “Y/N you’re awake!” He said, with the biggest smile on my face. “Did I really faint or did I imagine that?” I asked him. “No, you really fainted. Gave me and everyone else a heart attack. I was so worried about you” he said, looking relieved.

“I’m sorry for scaring everybody” I said, honestly. “This is on me, I should’ve stopped you from performing. Then this wouldn’t of happened” he said, blaming himself. “This isn’t your fault, you tried to stop me, but I didn’t listen. I pushed myself too hard.” I told him. “Next time, please be careful, I can’t watch you get hurt” Daveed said.

My feelings for him felt ten times stronger. He was so caring and compassionate. Too bad he would never like me back and we could never be together.

“Wait! If you’re here, is the second show already over?” I asked him. “No, it’s going on right now. They’re in act one” he told me. “What? Then why are you here? You should be out there, not in here playing nurse” I said, I felt guilty that I made him miss a show. “No, I chose to be here, you’re more important” he said grabbing my hand and I blushed. “You shouldn’t have to miss a show because I’m a mess” I told him.

“I can’t believe you still don’t get it” he mumbled under his breath. “Get what?” I asked, confused.

“I like you Y/N. A lot. I have since we first met. I’m here because I care about you too much to just leave you here by yourself. I know this will ruin our friendship and you’ll probably hate me, but I can’t watch you as you talk about how you feel like you’re a bother, when there is nothing in this world I’d rather do than be here for you” he said.

I was in complete shock. I couldn’t believe what he just said. Was this a joke? A cruel trick? He surely knew about my feelings and was trying to mess with me. After all these years, had he really felt the same way?

“You....you like me?” I asked, still in disbelief. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t of said anything” he said, putting his head in his hands. “No no don’t be” I said. He looked up at me with a confused expression. “I like you too, I always have. I thought you knew all along” I confessed. It felt so good to have it off my shoulders. “You’re not just saying that?” He asked me, still cautious. “I mean every word, I promise” I said, smiling.

“Well then, come here you dork” he said as he cupped my face and pulled me close. Our lips connected and it was so much more than I had ever imagined. It felt right. It felt meant to be. I placed my hands on his chest and he continued to kiss me. He placed one of his hands on my waist and then we both pulled away and leaned our foreheads against each other’s.

“Hey how is..OHH would you look at that?” We heard someone say. We looked over and saw Lin standing in the doorway. “It’s intermission, I was coming to check on Y/N. But, I see you two have finally gotten up the courage to tell each other how you feel. It took you guys long enough” Lin said, with a smirk plastered to his face.

“Alright, you can go now, but don’t tell anybody” I groaned. “Oh I’m telling everybody, I mean, nobody will be shocked” he teased as he left the room.

“Well I guess they were bound to find out somehow” Daveed said, as he kissed my hand. “We are never hearing the end of this” I said, giggling. As soon as I said it, both our phone pinged. We looked and everyone was sending messages in the Hamilton groupchat about how much they shipped it.

“That was quick” he said, before putting down his phone and pulling me into his lap. I placed my phone with his and admitted “I can’t believe it took us so long to get to this point. All it took for us to finally confess our feelings was me fainting”. He smirked at me and said “I guess when you fainted, you fell for me”

[spcncershybrid]

Dead?-Spencer Reid Imagine Part Two

GIFS ARE NOT MINE!

Spencer Reid X Mikaelson!Hybrid!Reader

Criminal Minds X The Originals

(Summary: After believing your brother has been framed you and your sibling try to get to the bottom of it.)

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: This won’t make sense if you don’t read part 1. Probably one or two curse words.

pt. 1  pt. 2  pt. 3

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! It can either be crossover (scroll to my first post to see who I write for!!) or just a normal imagine! Also thanks for a lot of likes on my first post in the ‘Dead’ mini series I genuinely appreciate it :))

Rebekah and I enter Rousseau's and grab a seat at the bar. “Nice you see you back here. I was starting to think the Mikaelsons went extinct.” Camille says, passing Rebekah and I a drink. “Don’t worry it’s not poisoned.” She says laughing and walks away to attend other people. “Why do you believe our brother was framed Y/N?” Rebekah aasest taking a sip of her drink. “Well for starters my team and I came here to investigate murders of people being drained and suddenly waking up and leaving. When we got there the detective was immediately drawn to accuse our family and made Spencer and I call Matt Donovan. So I gave Klaus a warning after but the detective told me not to. But that’s not the crazy part Bekah! She made my brain almost explode! She’s a witch. She knows, well thinks the Mikaelsons are apart of it.” I say quickly gulping down my drink as it slightly burns my throat. “What was the witches name?” Rebekah asks fully, gulping her drink and stands up. “Greenwood.” I say standing up with her. “I believe you but we need to figure this out before your team decides to tear down a village to understand our family.” She says as we exit Rousseau's. We speed over to the family house and enter. This place hasn’t changed. “Klaus!” I exclaim as I set my jacket down. “Great another sibling who will forcibly give me an interrogation.” Klaus says emerging from the study. “Let’s get this quick so you can go to your mundane life with your human boyfriend who seemingly doesn’t know about your family secret nor of your siblings.” He continues grabbing a stool and sitting on it. “I’m not here to argue Niklaus seeing that has definitely worked in the past. I’m here to help you. I think you’re being framed by a witch-” I start. “Great more witches.” Klaus says clapping his hands. “Let me guess they’re the one leaving bodies on our bloody doorstep.” He says standing up. “Her name is Mallory Greenwood and I think she has help.” I finished. Elijah comes into the room glancing at Rebekah and I before walking up to us. “I heard the conversation, sorry to intrude, but what has this witch done that you believe our brother is innocent.” He says before standing next to Klaus. “She didn’t want me to warn you. Also my team believes I’m a Mikaelson, although I am, I told them I was a Gerard. I left my things at the station but I can’t go back there Elijah. We have to do this the only way we know how.” I say to him softly, nearly tearing up. “And what way is that?” Klaus questions. “By fighting fire with fire.” I say grabbing my jacket and exit with my family on my tail.

“Where are we headed?” Rebekah says speeding to my side. “The station I can show you the witch girl. Then we go back home and act like normal, human normal. If they decide to arrest all of us we need to stick together.” I say turning to face them. Elijah and Klaus look amused at the plan. We all speed to the station. Elijah and Rebekah instantly head to open the doors. “Wait!” I say, grabbing them and place Klaus’ hand on my shoulder. “Invisique.” I say turning us all invisible. We step inside carefully to not draw attention to the opening door. I spot Detective Greenwood talking to Spencer. I feel my blood boil a bit but brush it off he wouldn’t intentionally hurt me. “Who’s that?” I hear Rebekah whisper to me. “My boyfriend and the witch. Actually let’s all step out and I’ll go in alone.” I whisper back guiding the circle of invisible people outside of the station. I let go and we all appear slowly. “Okay I’ll go in and do what.” I say facing Rebekah and Klaus as Elijah wanders around. “I would say compel the little witch to give us our answers.” Klaus says clasping his hands together. “I can’t compel her in front of them are you insane!” I exclaim looking at Klaus like he's grown five heads. “I would’ve done it but I think they already have wanted posters printed out for all of us.” He says pointing to all of us. “I’ll just go in and talk to my team and if I get stopped by the detective I’ll compel her.” I say straightening out my jacket. They all nod and I start heading inside towards the team. “Welcome back. Cleared your head.” I hear Derek say laughing. I laugh slightly and grab my gun and badge, putting them in their respective places. Hotch and JJ look at me confused, Spencer and Emily just sigh in relief that I’m back. “Hello the Mikaelson family is outside.” A deputy says rushing into the room. “What!” I blurt out. The deputy smirks delighted. I roll my eyes and head out not worrying about my team. “I know you can hear me.” I hear the deputy say. I stop just outside the door as it shuts behind me. “Warn them your team dies.” He continues. “I will shove a wooden stake so far up your ass that the person that turned you would feel it.” I say clenching my jaw. “I have a proposition, an eye for an eye, I will give you Mallory for your stupid family.” He says. “What about my team?” I ask. “They look mighty delicious, especially the skinny one, what’s his name Dr. Reid.” He pauses for a moment. “Fine I’ll give you your team and Mallory for your family.” He says. I turn back and open the door. I glance towards the deputy smirking. I run over to him and grab him by the neck pinning him to the wall. “Threaten my family and team I’ll have your head strung up like a trophy at Mikaelson Manor to remember the idiot that tried to strike a deal with me.” I spat into his face my words stunning him. Hotch and Morgan pull me back as the deputy falls clutching his neck coughing. “Et dormient donec redire.” I whisper looking at the deputy. He falls snoring softly. I shrug a Morgan and Hotch off of me and run out of the station. I run out seeing my sibling dead on the floor, obviously a neck snap. I wait for a moment as they come back to life. “Who did this?” I ask them. “A tall guy that was canoodling with the witch. Melinda?” Rebekah says standing up. I automatically know who she's talking about. “Mallory? But we don’t have to worry about him he’s asleep until I get back to the station. We just have to figure out what she wants with our family.” I say as Elijah and Klaus get up. They both look at me confused. “Let’s just go home and figure this out. Get Marcel and Davina, potentially Kol and Freya so we can stop all this mess.” I say speeding off to the manor.

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We enter the manor dropping our things on the couch and head towards the kitchen. The front door opens and familiar voices drown into the kitchen. “Explain to us in detail of what is going on.” Davina says immediately. “Hey Dav nice to see you too.” I say laughing. “But in all seriousness I think Klaus is being framed by a detective and a deputy. One is a witch and the other is a vampire, I think.” I say. “So this whole thing can end one or two ways. She kills all of us or we kill them.” Marcel says entering the conversation. “We can’t die but they can. So I vote we kill them.” Rebekah says hopping off her stool raising her hand. Klaus seems to agree but I immediately shoot down her idea. “No Rebekah because we can probably get arrested.” I say lying slightly. I don’t care for the fact that we get arrested but for the fact that my team has no idea this world or lifestyle exists. “It’s something else spill.” Rebekah says walking up to me. “None of my team knows about all of us being vampires, hybrids, and witches. I can’t just freely compel them, it feels wrong. They’re like my second family. They’re human and I like that they aren’t involved in our crazy messed up life. Of course one day I would’ve had to tell them but I didn’t expect that moment to come so soon.” I admit to her sighing as a heavy weight gets lifted off my shoulder. They all look at me sympathetically. “Tell them once this mess is all over. Then if all goes well we can all have dinner.” Rebekah says hugging me for a moment. We all stare at each other for a moment before a series of knocks abrupting the silence. “Mikaelson family! FBI!” I hear Derek say. “Let’s all get arrested I guess.” I start before hearing knocks again. “We can compel for freedom; all things are off the table. I will tell them about it later.” I finished as the door burst open. Spencer looks at me with pure confusion on his face as he comes over to arrest me. “I know my rights Spence just get this over with.” I say as he cuffs me. “Why?” He says his voice cracking slightly. “There’s a certain side of me I’ll explain after this is done.” I say as a tear slips out. He sighs softly guiding me outside into a police car. He jumps into the passenger's seat. I look out the window catching eyes with Davina. ‘Now’s the time Dav make us all invisible.’ I say telepathically. She nods. ‘On the count of three’ I say. ‘One’ I say looking around. “Y/N tell me what’s going on?” Spencer says. “Spencer I love you just know that.” I say breaking my gaze from Davina looking at him in the eyes. “What I’m about to do will make no sense, don't even try figuring it out.” I say tearing up. “You probably won’t see me for a while depending on how this goes.” I say as a tear slips out. He wipes the tear. “What do you mean?” He questions his voice laced with concern. “I love you Spencer Reid.” I say. I shift my elbow rolling down the window. I look over to Davina who’s getting loaded into a cruiser. She makes eye contact as I nod towards her. “omnes supernaturali creatura invisibilis verto.” We say aloud making every supernatural creature around us turn invisible. Spencer looks stunned looking around to see if anyone noticed what he saw. All the police officers and my team members look around stunned. No one says anything. I break the handcuffs and step out of the car noticing all the car doors are open. Thankfully they all got the memo. “Hotch what the hell was that?” Derek says aloud. “I have no idea.” Hotch answers confused. “Reid are you okay?” Derek says jogging to Spencer. “They said they loved me. I didn’t say it back. Now I have no clue if I’ll ever see them again.” Spencer says sadly running his hand through his hair. Trust me we will.  I sped over to the police station hoping that’s where my family went. “Are you all here?” I whisper knowing if they’re near they can hear me. “I am.” I hear Marcel say. “Here.” I hear Elijah, Kol and Klaus say in unison. “Present!” I hear Davina and Rebekah say. “Where’s Freya?” I question. I wave my hand in the air making us all visible. All of them appear except Freya. “Are you guys the Mikaelson family?” An officer says coming up to us. We all nod staring at each other. “Here.” He says handing me an envelope. I open the envelope pulling out a card. I turn to my siblings opening it. ‘Meet us at The Abattoir 8PM.” I drop the card on the floor looking at all of my siblings. This is a full fledged war. Let the games begin.

[fictionkinfessions]

I've been up quite a few hours and everytime that happens i get Sad about some kin lmao. Anyways

Taz Imbalance sure did unlock some things i wasn't expected. Yknow, i saw the John kin coming, but *davenport?* davenport! Okay! I can work with davenport. It explains why i so dearly love the 7 birds, and the folks back at the Bureau. But its just. I dunno. I feel like out of all the ipre members davenport is the least... Appreciated. He wasn't super influential n the stolen century arc, or much after barring a few nice scenes. And i just. It might be the lingering trauma of being pushed the side for *10 years* and being. Completely unable to be myself i just. I worry. I worry that even if i manage to FIND any other taz kinnies they wont. Care about me as much as i care about them. Because in the grander fandom davenport content is a needle in a haystack, I'm just not a very... Fleshed out or well loved character. Which yknow. Hurts a bit. Maybe if i hadn't been... It's not her fault, i know, and its not the boys fault for telling it accurate to how they thought it would be the best story. But i just. I wish folks could see me and appreciate me for more than the funny little guy who goes "davenport!" Or a pretty mischaracterized Straight Man Dad Type. (I appreciate the dad thing! But straight man? I wouldn't say quite.) I just want to see my family again. And i hope so dearly they still care about me as much as i do them. Birds, i love you and i miss you. Hope this life is treating you well.

Hopefully griffin choosing to play dav in imbalance will swing more people on to liking him. It's what got me to realize i kinned him! I dunno, A silly little gnome can hope.

[mrsdobrik]

can you write one where the reader is fainting on the ground because she is so sick and she throwing up and david is like so worried about her

A little disclaimer: Your partner should care about you if you are sick and even if you are not. That is not swoon worthy, that is basic human decency. Raise your standards. You deserve better.

I hope you like this! I read the prompt and I just had to so I’m sorry if this isn’t exactly what you wanted! Feel free to send in another request! 💕💕💕

Y/n woke up to a dreadful pang in the pit of her stomach. She sat up as the nausea increased and ran towards the bathroom as it became too much to handle. 

As she kneeled on the cold tile floor with her head burried in the toilet she felt her hair being pulled away from her face and a soothing hand rubbing circles on her back. 

“Dave, go away” She managed to let out in between waves of nausea. 

 “No, sweetheart, we made a vow. In sickness and in health remember?” His voice raspy with sleep. 

Once the worst part was over she sat down with her upper body resting on the tiled walls. The cold surface felt refreshing after what she had just been through. David brought her a water bottle from the fridge and pressed his cold palm on her forehead before sitting behind her so she could rest her head on his chest. 

“Are you feeling better, hun? Do you want me to call the doctor?” David whispered will brushing stray strands of hair out of her face. 

“I’m better now. I don’t want to eat that much pizza ever again, but I’m fine.” She replied. 

“Why don’t you go back to bed? I’ll make you some tea” He helped her to bed and tucked her in. A few minutes later he came back with a smoldering cup of her favorite tea. The hot beverage burned while going down but helped her stomach settle. 

“I’m feeling much better now. Thank you Davey. That tea really worked it’s magic.” She said cuddling up to him. 

“I still think we should cancel brunch and take you to a doctor” He looked at her with concern in his eyes. 

“Nonsense. I should start cooking now, the guys will be here any minute. I promise I’m feeling much better now. It was probably just food poisoning.” She dismissed. 

“Okay, but if you start feeling down again we are going to the hospital.” He demanded. 

She rolled her eyes. “So bossy.” She laughed before getting out of bed and into the shower. 

Two hours later the house was alive with laughter and mayhem for the Vlogsquad Monthly Brunch, a tradition Y/n had installed a while back as a way of bonding together and spending time with friends without the pressure of the cameras always being on. The imperial table was set in the garden with a yellow and white checkered tablecloth that matched Y/n’s dress. There was a big vase of fragrant white flowers as a center piece and around ten different plates filled with food.

 “Y/n this all looks amazing! I mean it always does but you’ve really outdone yourself today” Mariah congratulated while looking at the spread. 

“Thank you! I’m glad you like it, this brunches always make me so happy” Y/n smiled as she placed the last few plates on the table. 

“Oh my god! This looks so good my nipples are hard!” Erin exclaimed making the two girls laugh. 

Zane and Jonah were carefully walking around the table trying to figure out what they would sink their teeth into first. Soon enough everyone was seated enjoying the meal. 

“Oh! I left the lemonade in the fridge!” Y/n said getting up quickly. 

“I can go get it!” Dave shot up but Y/n was already half way there.  

“I’ve got it!” She yelled without even stopping. 

As Y/n walked back up to the table with the jar she felt a bit lightheaded. When she was placing the pitcher in the middle of the table she had to use the back of David’s chair to support herself, feeling like she was going to faint. 

“Dav...” She started before tumbling down. David turned quickly, catching her before she hit the ground. Everyone immediately left their seats, David shaking her softly to wake her up. A few seconds later her eyes opened and everyone let out a sigh of relief. 

“Don’t sit up to quickly sweetheart.” David said still holding her, afraid she would collapse once again. 

“I’m fine.” Y/n said softly trying to sit up a bit and suddenly feeling lightheaded again. “Okay... maybe I’m not” 

“The paramedics are on the way” Natalie said with her phone still stuck to her ear. 

“That’s so unnecessary!” Y/n complained at al the fuss they were making. 

“Babe, first you were puking this morning and now you just fainted! You need to get checked out!” David complained at her dismissive attitude. 

She just rolled her eyes.

A few minutes later Y/n was seated on the couch as the paramedics checked her. David and Nat were in the room while everyone else waited outside in the garden.

“So what symptoms did you have?” The doctor asked. Y/n answered and he kept asking. “Any trauma? Did you hit your head? Has this happened before? When did the symptoms start?” Y/n kept answering all the questions till he hit her with “What was the date of your last period?” 

She had to check her phone for that one. As she did she realized she was about a week late. “Have you taken a pregnancy test?” The doctor asked, y/n shook her head. She looked at David over her shoulder, her husband looked like he was on cloud nine. 

She was asked to take one, just so they could be sure it was that and that she didn’t need to be taken to the hospital. Y/n was extremely nervous as she waited for the results. She gave the doctor the test when she came out of the restroom and smiled when he said “Well, congratulations Mrs. Dobrik”

[theys-a-joke]

A Weight Shared is a Weight Halved

Summary: “That was lie.” Davey spat out after they had left, making Jack frown.

“Hey,” Jack said, his tone authoritative, “we all gotta lie sometimes to save our own asses.”

Request: Yes, by my brother

Content Warning: N/A

Relationship: David Jacobs/Jack Kelly

AO3 Link: right here my guy

There were several reasons that Jack liked about being the unofficial leader of the newsies of Manhattan. The first, was that it gave him a lot of respect, which he had fought tooth and nail for and gripped tight every day. The second, was that he was given the “penthouse” of the lodging house, which gave him time to be alone when he needed it. The third, was that he was loved, and that was what he cherished the most. 

They all worked in tandem though, to make Jack’s life easier. Up on the rooftops, no one could see him, and down below, amongst the newsies, no one would tell. But to be fair, he had only told a few people. He was surprised at how long Race was able to keep his mouth shut about this though. He deserved more credit. And Crutchie, well Crutchie was Jack’s best friend, and in the same way Jack would never let anything happen to Crutchie, Crutchie made sure nothing bad would ever happen to Jack. 

That was, until there were some new faces among the crowd. Two boys, one older and one significantly younger. Jack was making his way to introduce himself, but Crutchie had gotten to them first. He managed to hear the tail end of their conversation. 

“...wese a pretty tight knit group here, we’ll watch out for you, ‘s long as you watch out for us.” 

“We’ll see about that.” The older boy said, clearly one to keep to himself. Boy was he going to have a hard time here. 

“Hey Jack!” Crutchie greeted him once he finally made his way over. “This is David and Les.” 

“Pleasure to meetcha Davey.” Jack said, sticking his hand out. He knew David’s type, all work and no play. Jack could work with that. 

“It’s Dav-.” He started, before finally looking at Jack. He all but froze when he looked at him. Their eyes met for a moment, and Jack saw three things, one, some sort of recognition, cogs moving into the place, and for a moment Jack was afraid that he knew. And if David knew, then things could turn disastrous. But he also saw something else. Not only was there recognition, but there was this fear of his own, a fear of himself. But behind all that, he saw curiosity, hope maybe. Yeah, he definitely could work with that. 

Their moment didn’t last though, interrupted by Les. 

“Crutchie was telling us that you���re the best at selling! Do you think you could help us out? Since it’s our first day and all.” 

This kid knew how to play people like a fiddle, and while Jack was typically not one to be played, this was certainly an exception. 

“Sure thing, kid.” Jack smiled, before tapping his hat down in front of his eyes. “Let’s getcha some papes and I’ll show youse the ropes.”

They were walking to Jack’s selling spot, right on the corner of a bakery. He knew the baker and was always able to get the week old bread and bring it back to the newsies. That gave him an idea for later. 

“Alright, so here’s how you start. You take your pape,” he says, taking a paper out of his bag, putting it in Davey’s hand, “an’ you hold it up, like so.” He raises Davey’s hand, waving it around a bit, encouraging him to do so. 

He saw the way Davey’s eyebrows raised at the blatant touching of hands, and the way his face had started to flush. Quickly, Davey pulled his hand out of Jack’s and took a step back. While Jack was admittedly joking, he still felt hurt at his reaction, but he knew how to hide it. 

He did the same with Les, who looked up at his brother with knowing eyes, and whether or not it was accidental, hit his brother in the face with his paper, shouting, “Paper! Morning’s paper! Get it right here!” 

“Well I’ll be, kid’s already got it.” Jack said, grinning. 

“Mornin’ paper! Ships sinking in the middle of the Atlantic!” He yelled. Soon enough, someone had come to buy his paper and Les’.

“Thank you young man.” It was just a passing comment, but it was enough to make Jack’s day. 

“That was lie.” Davey spat out after they had left, making Jack frown. 

“Hey,” Jack said, his tone authoritative, “we all gotta lie sometimes to save our own asses.” His statement was just so that it set the mood for the rest of the day. They sold in silence, except for the shouting of headlines. While they didn’t make eye contact, there seemed to be some unspoken sympathy and respect that Davey now had for Jack. And to make matters worse, after Jack had finished selling his own papers, he took some of Davey’s to sell, putting the money right into his hand. Jack was making it very hard for Davey not to like him. 

With their papers sold, Davey bid Jack a goodnight, intending to get away from him as soon as possible, before Jack called out after him. 

“Hey Davey! Uh, if youse ever, if youse and Les ever wanna, uh, come back to the lodging house and hang out with me and that gang, you’re welcome to it.” He said, sheepishly. 

Davey looks up at him and Jack smiles, he can see that he’s genuinely considering it, but he shakes his head. “Another time.” He says, before turning away. 

Another time. Jack was going to make sure there was in fact another time. 

They continued on like that for a week. They would meet up in the morning, buy their papers, go sell them on the corner of the bakery, and then Jack would invite them back to the lodging house and Davey would decline, despite his brother’s pleading. 

Jack continued finding ways to fluster Davey, whether it be brushing shoulders with him on benches, slapping his thigh to get him up, and touching his face when he made a joke. He managed to get Davey to smile a lot more that week, and really, that was enough for Jack. Just seeing the guy come out of his shell and get more comfortable around him. 

It was a day, just like any other Jack and Davey and Les had spent together selling, but it was also the day that Jack picked up the bread and pastries and such. 

“Alright fellas, I’m gonna have to say goodnight early today. It’s been a pleasure.” He said, tipping his hat before going around to the back of the bakery. When he came back though, Davey and Les were still there.

“Don’t you guys gotta get home?” He asked. 

“Actually, um…” Davey started, face and neck flushing. 

“We were hoping to come back with you to the lodging house!” Les finished for him. Jack smiled, oh how quickly tides could turn. 

“Yeah, for sure.” He says, nodding his head for them to follow him. “You guys chose a good night to come over, we’ve got some treats.” He said, holding up the bag. 

They make their way back to the lodging house, Les filling in the silence that fell between Davey and Jack. They walked next to each other, and Jack couldn’t help the smile that graced his face as their hands brushed occasionally. Every once in a while when that happened, he would glance over at Davey. He wasn't as shaken up about it as he had the past week, and if Jack looked hard enough, he would see just the quirk of a smile on the corners on his lips. 

When they reached the lodging house, a cheer went up as they saw Jack with his bag of treats. They all came rushing forward, asking about what he brought, before they looked over to Davey and Les, and cheered again. Davey saw some exchanges of money in hands, as if they had bet on him. It was interesting to see so many people interested in him. 

As soon as the door to the lodging house closed, with all the newsies inside, Davey both saw and felt a shift in mood. It was like a weight was lifted off of all their shoulders now that they didn’t have to face the prying eyes of New York City. As the energy changed, he saw newsies sitting together, playing cards and eating pastries, sharing jokes and pillows and blankets, it was something that he had never seen before up close, and he felt a weight begin to lift off his own shoulders. He saw Les make his way over to a group of younger kids playing jacks, and they welcomed him with open arms. Something Davey had never experienced. 

Lost in his thoughts, Jack manages to bring Davey back to the present by tapping on his shoulder. His hand slides down his arm, lingering on his hand, pulling it gently as he stepped back, silently asking him to follow. 

Davey did, and was soon led up to the top of the lodging house. He could see the stars up here, and feel the wind. He could practically see all of Manhattan, and it felt wonderful. 

“What is this?” Davey asked, quietly. 

“This is my penthouse.” Jack said, taking a seat. He took a piece of bread out of his bag and ripped it in two. He handed a piece to Davey before speaking again. 

“Do you ever feel like, there’s a part of you youse gotta hide in order for the world to see you as you want them to see you?” 

Davey is speechless for a moment, the question surprising him. He responds instantly though once he processed it. “Yes. All the time.” 

“And ya think that if you put in all this effort, all this work, to look normal, and some people still don’t see it?”

“Of course.” He says, moving towards Jack.

“You try so hard sometimes and it just isn’t enough. And it hurts, real bad, and you think, what’s the point?” 

Davey is silent again, as he sits next to Jack, collecting his thoughts. 

“Them.” He says, simply.

“What?”

“Them, the other newsies. You try for them, to make their world a better place.” 

“Yeah, but I’ve got no idea if it’s workin’.” Jack admits. 

“It is. I assure you.” Davey says, taking the bread out of Jack’s hand and setting it aside. 

“Not so sure I can take your word for it.” Jack says, smiling at Davey, his face coming closer. 

Davey hesitates for a moment, before finally meeting him the rest of the way. Their lips collide and Jack’s hand immediately comes up to cup Davey’s face, it feels like it belongs there. Davey can feel his mouth part slightly, and his teeth hitting Jack’s. He’s never kissed anyone, certainly not another boy, but Jack didn’t pull away. He just smiled into the kiss and helped correct it. Davey felt his head get turned slightly, and it made kissing Jack all the easier. He wanted more so desperately, his hands had turned into fists, balled with Jack’s shirt, pulling him closer. His hands catch on something underneath and Jack pulls away. In a retelling of this event, Davey would leave out the part where his mouth followed Jack’s to the point of him falling into the other boy, as well as the fear on Jack’s face. 

“Jack… are you okay?” Davey asks, eyes scanning Jack’s face.

“Yeah. I’m alright.” He says, turning away from him. In doing so, he doesn’t see the pain that paints Davey’s face. 

When Jack turns back, part of his shirt is undone, and Davey can see the binding on his chest. 

“Guess we’ve both got our secrets, huh?” Jack says, sheepishly, trying his best to make himself smaller. 

“We do.” Davey says, pulling Jack closer again. He pulls him into his arms and holds him for a moment, before Jack pulls away yet again. 

“You’re not upset?” He asks, voice small. 

“I have no reason to be. I want you to know Jack, this doesn’t change the way I feel about you.” He says, taking Jack’s hand in his. Jack leans forward and kisses him again, gently. It’s a thank you, a promise, and everything else Jack can’t say right now, but plans on saying in the future.  

[multifandomfanficss]

Pippin x Reader

Killjoys

Changing Chapters

Prompt: This fic follows the events of Reckoning Ball. The reader has had a crush on Pip since the fist time he helped them and she’s excited to see him on the ship again until a Hullen prisoner escapes.

Warnings: You are an orphan

A/N: Okay, but I had no idea those things were called hand trucks until I wrote this. Also here’s another Pippin fic because he is underappreciated and I couldn’t find a single reader insert for him anywhere!!

You walked into the room to find Zeph, Dutch, and Dav having a conversation on how to get the Hullen’s false information that will save Dutch. Things had been pretty tense around here lately because of the oncoming war led by Dutch’s doppelgänger Aneela. Well, to be fair Dutch was technically Annela’s doppelgänger, but whatever. We needed to stop this bitch. “I think I know someone who could help with that memory swap” Dutch says with a smile. “Yeah, me too” D’avin agrees. “Wait...are you guys thinking of who I’m thinking of?” A slight blush comes to your cheeks at just the thought of getting to see him again. “I’ll go get Pippin” Dav says before heading out. “You don’t need the sack!” Dutch calls after him. “Oh, I’m bringing the sack!” Dav yells back as he laughs. I dash after him. “So, uh D’avin...do you need any help?” You ask. “You only call me by my full name if I’m in trouble or you want something. What do you want?” He asks. “I just wanted to know if you needed any help” You inform him. He doesn’t believe you. “No, I’m good” He tells you. “Are you sure?” You ask. “I think I can handle Pippin Foster on my own” He laughs. Your heart skips a beat when you hear his name. I see the wheels start to turn in Dav’s head. “No...No!” Dav starts. “Not him, (Y/N). Why him? Of all people. Pippin Foster? Really? That’s weirder than Delle Seyah carrying my baby” He says. You’re broken out of your embarrassment by confusion. “What?” You ask. “It’s a long story I’ll explain it later” He tells you. “Anyway, no I don’t need any help. You should stay back and help Dutch. I’ll be back with Mr. Perfect soon” He teases me. “Shut up!” You yell at him. “I swear to gods D’avin Jacobis if you tell anyone about this I will personally feed you to Delle Seyah...she is eating for two ya know” You tell him. He gives you a wide eyed face and pretends to be scared. You both laugh. “Go help Dutch. I’ll tell you as soon as we get back” He promises. “Deal” You smile and walk back to help Dutch. You can’t stop smiling. You hadn’t seen Pip in weeks. The last time you actually saw him was when Dav and Dutch kidnapped him to get a weapon to fight the Hullen and infiltrate one of their bases. Pip was a flirtatious, affluent, idiot with a big mouth, but he was cute, funny, and brave. Most people thought he was annoying, but you couldn’t help, but feel butterflies whenever you heard his name.

Not long after he had left Dav was already back with Pippin. You were helping Dutch escort a Hullen prisoner when you got the alert. Your excitement was the only thing that kept you from cringing as you watched Dutch stab a knife through the prisoner’s neck. You knew it was necessary, but it was still gross. Knowing that the prisoner was paralyzed was the only thing keeping you from being petrified of her. When you had gotten back with the prisoner the boys had already gone again. You wanted to go with them, but Dav said they had to go to a place he wasn’t comfortable bringing you. He wouldn’t explain much more.

By the time they got back they had some weird helmet thing. It had spikes on it and you could only assume that’s what would be helping with the memory stuff. “Well, hello ladies. Long time no see” Pip says very awkwardly as he stumbles onto Lucy. “Pippin, always a pleasure” Dutch says sarcastically. You can’t hold back and a giggle escapes your mouth. “At least somebody here is happy to see me” Pip says to you. You blush. “Okay, so how does this thing work?” Dav interrupts. “I think I just have to put it on and if I press this button I’ll be able to record whatever I see. Then once we plug my memories into the Hullen they should believe it” Pip explains. “Yeah, well, they better” Dutch tells him. You enter the kitchen and get to work on making some memories.

You sit on the kitchen counter next to Pippin as you watch Dav and Dutch try to act out a fake conversation. Pip stops them to critique every aspect of their performance. He’s not wrong. It’s awful. “You guys need to get it together. This looks so bad and if you want the Hullen to believe you, then you guys have to start showing some emotion” You tell them. “Thank you!” Pip says as he gestures to me. You start to blush, but he has his back to you so he doesn’t notice. You look at Dutch and she looks at you as if she knows. Meanwhile Pip is trying to fix how Dav is moving his hands. You have to hold back laugher due to how stupid that helmet looks. Dav gets confused and embarrassed about his acting. The whole thing is very funny. After he finishes lecturing, Pip comes to stand next to you again. When they start again this time Dutch speaks from the heart. Dav gets lost in it and he starts to act like himself again.

After finally getting the perfect shot you move to the next room and you watch Pip set up the helmet for the Hullen prisoner. You wait with Pip and Dutch for Dav. You watch as Dav pulls up with the prisoner strapped to a hand truck. She had always freaked you out. You had never liked the Hullen. You especially didn’t like this Hullen. She did kill your entire family after all. That’s why you were with the killjoys in the first place. “How did you know it was my birthday? You even got me my own little boy to chew on!” She says in her usually bitchy tone. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Pippin asks. “Come a little closer and I’ll show you” She says in her bitter voice. I was ready to fry this bitch. “I can’t wait to send you to the deepest pit of hells” You tell her. You don’t exactly know where your confidence is coming from, but you can’t take it back. “Oh, I’ll see you there darling” She informs me. You suddenly feel a shiver go through your body. You feel uneasy so you take a step closer to Pippin. You hope he doesn’t notice. “Behave” Dutch tells her as Dav puts the helmet on the prisoner’s head. “We’ve got a few tests to run” Dutch explains. “You ran all sorts on me in the brig” She says with a fake smile. Dutch uses a tranquilizer to knock her out and just like that she’s asleep. “It’s showtime” Pip says looking at the monitor. He looks down at you and smiles as he hits a couple buttons. You can feel the blush on your cheeks, so you pretend not to notice as you keep your eyes glued to the screen. The ‘memory’ starts to play. “My voice doesn’t sound like that” Dav complains. You and Pip try to refrain from laughing at him. “Does it?” He asks. Pip hits a button and suddenly the video disappears. “What happened?” You ask. “I don’t know. The tech is super prototypey. Hold on” He says as he starts to mess with buttons on the screen. Then you hear laughter coming from behind you. You get the uneasy feeling again and take a step behind Pippin. You turn around to see the Hullen prisoner awake. “Like that’s not creepy” You say quietly. Pippin puts a hand on your arm as if to say it’s okay and you blush like crazy. You hope he doesn’t notice. “Aw. Were you trying to noodle with my noggin?” She asks. Dutch and Dav look at each other with concern. You can’t help, but worry and wonder how she was able to withstand that tranquilizer. She should be paralyzed and asleep right now. You feel your breath catch in the back of your throat. ”What are we gonna do?” You ask. “What are we gonna do?” She mocks you. Pip moves his hand to your back. Your breathing starts to get heavier. You’re nervous and you don’t want him to see you like this. “I need to go to the bathroom!” You blurt out in an unexpectedly loud voice.

You speed walk to the bathroom, lock yourself inside, and sit on the floor against the door as you try to keep back the tears. You hear a knock on the door. “Somebody’s in here!” You shout through the door. Your voice comes out shakier than you wish. “(Y/N), it’s Pippin. Are you okay?” You hear through the door. Shit. “Yeah, I’m fine” You tell him. “You’ve been in there are really long time. You looked like you were a little nervous back there” He informs me. “I’ll be out in a minute I’m just doing...girl...stuff...” You come up with a terrible lie. “You know I can see through the crack between the door and the floor that you’re sitting in front of the door right? Your body is blocking the light from coming out” He informs me. You get embarrassed. “Pippin Foster...are you spying on me in the bathroom?” You ask, your voice dripping with sarcasm. He gives a small laugh. “Please unlock the door, (Y/N)” He begs. You stand up and unlock the door. You open it and take a step back for him to come in. “What’s wrong?” He asks me. He drops his cool guy act and shows genuine concern for you. Your breathing becomes heavier as you work up the courage to tell him about your family. You feel your breath catch in your the back of your throat again. Suddenly you can’t breathe as you feel tears start to swell up in your eyes. Pippin puts a hand on your shoulder. “Everything will be okay. We’ll figure this whole memory thing out and-” He’s interrupted when you burst into tears. He pulls you into his arms. “Shhh shhh it’s okay. It’s okay, (Y/N). It’s okay” He rubs small circles into your back in an effort to calm you down. When you finally get your breathing under control Pip pulls away a little bit and wipes your tears. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to” He tells you. You want to tell him. “S-she killed my whole f-family” You barley get it out between hiccups. Pippin looks at you with concern. He keeps one hand on your shoulder and takes your hand in his other hand. He rubs small circles over your hand with his thumb. “If this all goes wrong and I lose Dutch-“ You break out into another sob. “(Y/N), Dutch is strong. She’ll get through this. She promised me once that she would never get me into something she couldn’t get me out of. Ever since then I’ve trusted that she would keep me safe. I know that she’s going to keep you safe from that Hullen and she’s going to save the world in the process. She’s Dutch! Nothing can stop her” He reminds you. You nod. You know he’s right. You take a deep breath. “I could use your help back there if you want” He tells you. ��Dutch is gonna tranq her again. She won’t be awake. She won’t be able to move, she won’t be able to talk to you” He assures you. You nod. He wraps you into another hug and places a kiss on the top of your head. Your blush comes back.

You walk out of the bathroom and back to the room where Dutch and Dav are messing with some Hullen goo. You stand to the side as Dav memory jumps through the Hullen’s mind and Pip replaces the memory. “You better not pee on me” Dutch says as she sticks the prisoner’s hand into the bowl of goo and just like that the memory is streamlined through the Hullen consciousness. Now every Hullen around will think the fake memory is real.

Dav and Dutch head to the kitchen and leave you and Pippin to babysit the monster. Pip starts complaining under his breath about how they left us to babysit. You start to giggle quietly to yourself. He is so cute. “They treat us like slaves, Lucy, not people” He says with a sigh. “I’m a computer, Pippin, I’m better than a person” She responds. You start to laugh. He looks at you and then continues to try to defend himself. “Okay, easy now. I’m sure you’re very special, but being human we have this kind of...inherent awareness that’s just-“ Pippin is cut off by Lucy. “Are you aware that the prisoner is awake?” She asks. You feel your heart drop. You turn around to see the Hullen prisoner is in fact awake. “Pippin...” You say quietly. He turns around, looks back at the monitor, looks to you, and then looks back at the prisoner “Hi-“ He says as if this is JUST FINE. THIS IS NOT FINE. You start to freak out. “What did you do to me?” She asks. “Pippin, I can alert Dutch” Lucy informs him. “No...no...um” He looks back at you as you start to panic. “I can handle this” He says to Lucy. You know he means for his words to calm you down as well. “Morning. You should be asleep little lady. Um...I can fix this” He says as he turns back to the monitors. You move closer to him, but you don’t take your eyes off of her. “Pippin, please do something” You beg him. You can feel the fear bubbling up inside. You know that without Dav and Dutch you guys don’t have a chance. “It’s gonna be okay, (Y/N). I promise” He says looking through the medical equipment. “You really shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep” She laughs. “Pippin, do you know what happens to a knife the longer it’s been sitting in spinal fluid?” She asks. “That’s an oddly specific question” He responds. “It gets wet and slippery and then it falls out” She answers. Pip puts a hand on your back “Stay over here” He tells you before walking behind the prisoner. “Shit” He says quietly. “(Y/N), stay over there” He repeats. Then you see her move. She gets out of her restraints and walks behind him. “Pippin!” You yell. “I believe that belongs to me” She says before hitting him in the head. “Pippin!” You scream. “Pippin!” She mocks you. You start to breathe heavier. “Don’t think I don’t know who you are” She tells me. “You may be older now, but I still remember you” She smiles. You keep backing up slowly until you hit the monitor. You almost knock it over. She picks up the helmet. “You do seem very fond of him” She starts. “But I need him for something” She adds. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t still have some fun” She tells you before strapping the helmet to your head. Then she hits a couple switches.

Everything is darker. The ship is in shambles. You see Pippin lying on the floor. The Hullen prisoner walks up to him and picks him up off the floor. Then she stabs him over and over again with a piece of the broken ship. “NO! PIPPIN!” You scream. You try to run to him, but your body is frozen. You’re incapable of moving even the smallest amount. You’re forced to stand there and watch as the life leaves his body. “Why are you doing this?!” You cry. “Because I want to see you lose everything you’ve ever cared about. You will lose it all...and that’s a promise” She laughs.

“PIPPIN!” You wake up screaming and hyperventilating. You somehow ended up on the couch. The ship is still in shambles. You start to cry. Everyone you care about is dead. She killed them all. “Hey, hey, hey, hey...shhh it’s okay. I’m here” You here Pippin’s voice as he approaches the couch. He sits down next to you and pulls you into his arms. “B-b-but she killed you” You barley get out between sobs. You still can’t breathe. “She used the AR helmet on you. I’m okay. Dutch and Dav are okay” You look around to see that everything is still a wreck. “Where is she?” You ask. “She’s dead. It’s over. You’re safe now” He tells me. It’s over. It’s finally over. You begin to cry harder. “It’s okay. It’s okay.” He repeats for you as he rubs your back. “It’s okay. I’m here and I’m not leaving you” He promises you. “I talked to Dutch. You guys need me. I’m staying” He tells you. You start to feel a little better. You can finally start to breathe again. You take a look around the ship and start to wonder why it still looks like this if everything was just a fake memory. “Pippin?” You get his attention. “Yeah?” He asks. “What happened to the ship?” You ask. He starts to laugh nervously. “It’s kind of a funny story-“ He is cut off by Lucy. “Pippin crashed me” She tells you. “You what?!” You ask laughing. “Thanks, Lucy!” He thanks the computer sarcastically. You smile and snuggle in closer to Pip. The last chapter has finally closed. You can move on. You feel safe moving on as long as Pippin is around.