#don't forget you owe me twenty bucks

[hebuiltfive]

WIP I-Don't-Have-A-Name-For-Yet!

I've lost count of the amount of WIPs I'm currently working on. This one has a Christmas themed chapter, so I'm buckling down on it for now. Here is a slightly longer-than-a-snippet snippet, featuring a kind of domestic Scott.

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The fridge door opened and Scott's stomach grumbled. Had lunch really been the last time he'd eaten something other than a snack of pretzels? Not good. Virgil would have his head if he knew... Scott chuckled to himself.

"What the eyes don't see," he mumbled under his breath. "The heart doesn't grieve over."

His eyes scanned the almost empty fridge, halting their scout on the half eaten pasta bowl he'd placed there a couple of days prior, back when he'd had the time, energy and resources to cook himself something up. In all honesty, he was surprised the cleaner hadn't thrown it out with some of his other days-old supplies.

He slid the bowl out and gave it a cursory whiff — it seemed to smell alright still. A drawer was opened and a fork was retrieved. Scott proceeded to poke at a few of the penne pasta pieces before lifting one up to his lips to take a bite. Cold pasta had never been his favourite dish, but it was edible and it would do. After all, the two alternatives were to either leave the warmth and safety of the hotel to find food or ring up room service — both completely ludicrous to a Scott who was about to fall asleep on his feet.

He left the kitchenette, switching off the neon lights to favour darkness as he returned to the sitting area. He unceremoniously threw himself onto the couch, carefully not to drop any of the pasta onto the cream fabric, and reached for the holo-projector remote.

Wedging one cushion behind him, to support his lower back, and one under his head, Scott setttled back into the comfort of the couch, undoing his smart tie until the two stands were hanging over his shoulders. The channels were flicked through whilst Scott decided on what to watch; a couple of festive films were playing; an animation (though why the programmers thought children would be up this late was a mystery to him); John's favourite show—

Scott almost jumped off the couch. John. He'd promised to call in with his space brother once he'd finished for the day. The bowl of pasta was set to rest on the coffee table in front of him, the holo-projector being left on a news cycle, and Scott ran to fetch his communicator.

He was running through a variety of apologises and excuses by the time John answered, which didn't take him long.

"John, hey! Listen—"

"Did you conveniently forget to call, or was it a genuine mistake this time?" His brother teased with one of his usual smirks.

"Genuine mistake." The communicator was held in on of Scott's palms, allowing his other hand to lift up. "Tracy's honour."

John nodded, the humour in his features remaining. "I owe Virgil twenty bucks."

"... You gambled on how late I was going to call in?"

"No, of course not." John paused. "We gambled on whether you'd purposefully avoid it or not."

"And you bet against me?"

"It's not really betting against you." John tried to reason, though the chuckle was infectious and soon Scott found his offensive fading.

Scott returned himself to the couch, resuming his position but replacing the bowl of pasta with the presence of the communicator. For a moment, he was content to watch John floating above the disc in the light blue shade he was so accustomed to seeing his brother cast in.

"Was it bad?" John eventually asked.

"Nothing I couldn't handle."

More silence followed as John waited for an elaboration.

Scott sighed, sitting himself up into a better position; this may turn into a long call. "Kennedy doesn't want us to buy into Techawear."

"It isn't Kennedy's choice."

"No," Scott reasoned with a tilt of his head. "But he is one of our larger shareholders. What he says matters. We can't afford to just not listen to him."

"Kennedy is an ass."

"Still doesn't change the numbers, bro."

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #five fics #thunderfam #scott tracy #john tracy #wip: currently unnamed

[ilikemicrowaves]

@bloogers-boogers I'm really shy about posting this but hi

It Meant Nothing

      "Hey guys, heard of gay chicken?" Asked Kenny muffled through his coat.

      "The fuck is gay chicken?" Asked Stan

"I think It's where we take turns kissing each other, and the last to chicken out wins." Said Kyle.

      "Oh no way, I am not kissing a dirty jew."

Said Cartman.

      "And I'm not kissing a fatass either."

Retorted Kyle.

      Stan and Kenny looked at each other, smirks on their faces.

      "20 bucks." Said Kenny.

"We can split it." Stan whispered to Kenny.

      "We are not-"

"Make it 25." Cut in Cartman.

      "Deal." Agreed Kenny.

"But! We are doing it last." Said Kyle

      "Fine I'll go first." Said Cartman.

He waited for Stan or Kenny to come forward.

      "Pull down your hood poor boy." He said.

"My lucky day." Kenny joked.

      He reached up and slide it away from his unwashed face. His hair was dirty and sweaty even though it was snowing.

      "Ready to taste the rainbow?"

"Shut up."

      Cartman pulled him in quick and kissed.

Kenny couldn't help but giggle a little as he let go. He coverd his mouth smiling and said, "that was so gay."

      "Who's gonna kiss who next?" Asked Stan.

      "Who ever is brave enough." Said Kenny.

"I'll do it," said Kyle. "I'm not backing down to a stupid kiss."

    "Stan come here."

Stan backed away as Kyle reached for him.

      "Stan, already?" Asked Kenny

"But, Wendy-"

     "Uh oh, someone's a pussy." Said Cartman

      "She's not here, it'll mean nothing anyway." Reassured Kyle.

      "Are you sure, because she's already mad at me for-"

      "No, no, no, Stan's right, the she-hippie can't handle a little bromance." Cartman teased.

      "Shut up, fatass!" Yelled Kyle.

"Come on Stan, your not going to listen to Cartman are you?"

      Stan looked at the ground for a minute, eyes tracing the cracks in the concrete.

      "I'm sorry Kyle, me and Wendy already have enough problems right now. I'm chickening out." Stan backed away, Kyle disappointed. << gay?🤨

      "Pucker up, pretty boy." Kenny said taking off his hood once again.

      "I am not loosing this stupid game." Kyle said.

      Before Kyle could kiss him Kenny backed away and started laughing.

      "I'm sorry I'm sorry! I can't help it." He said between laughs.

      "Let's just get it over with,"

They leaned in again but just as there lips touched, Kenny snorted and kept giggling like a girl at a sleepover.

      "Omg, kiss already!" Cartman held his head in his hands

      "What, so you can kiss me next?" Teased Kyle.

      "I will kick your ass!"

Kenny grabbed Kyle's shirt and pulled him in for a smooch.

      "Yall are so slow." Commented Stan.

"At least I didn't chicken out." Said Kenny.

     "Alright, now the fun really begins." Kenny put his hands together as Stan pulled a twenty and a five out his wallet.

      "Godammit Kyle, why couldn't you've chickened out!"complained Cartman

      "I'm not losing this because kisses don't mean anything." Kyle said, "Plus I owe Ike money so come here."

      Kyle grabbed for him but Cartman jerked away. "Oh and don't forget Kyle, I can use this as blackmail."

      Kyle stopped for a minute, "So, you don't want the money?" He asked.

      "You God damn jew, of course I want the money!" He said. "But just for the record, I'm going to tell all the girls you kissed me. He got close and quiet at the last part, he knew that would tick Kyle off.

      "No,"

"What?"

"I'm not going to kiss you Cartman," he said determinedly. "You'll just have to kiss me."

      "Now it's getting somewhere," said Stan

"To be honest, now I want them to kiss." Added Kenny.

      "Wa-why me!?" He yelped

"Seems like you wanna kiss me so bad."

      "No, you have to kiss me!"

Kyle tried not to smile to keep the affect going, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch a little.

      "Who's the pussy now?" He said with an eyerole.

      "Pussy? Your the one to scared to make the first move." He said dramatically.

      "I'm the pussy?" Giggled Kyle.

"Well, first your a jew, second, I'm gonna tell all the girls you kissed me, and third-"

      "Is jew the only insault you have for me?" He asked, his cheeks flame red.

      "Your still a pussy-"

Kyle grabbed Cartmans face and pulled him into a kiss. He squinted his eyes shut, but for Cartman it was the complete opposite. Kyle didn't let go for a second, all of their emotions where entwined in that very moment. Kenny and Stan gasped, making Kyle bring his thoughts together.

He let go and gasped as though that kiss sucked all the oxygen from him.

      "There goes the last of my money." Said Kenny.

      Cartman just stood there, Dazed. He tried collecting all his thoughts until he could breath again. He put a hand to the place Kyle had grabbed him.

      "Call me pussy again." Kyle said.

I didn't really know how to end it so I left it there.

Also, one of my favorite hcs is Kenny giggles when anybody tries to kiss him

#south park #kyman #fanfic #microwaved fanfics ☕️♨️ #sp k2 #kenman #sp #south park fanfiction

[aahsokaatano]

omg what about the maid of honor/best man one with birdflash and jayroy. I can't pick which couple should be which but honestly it doesn't matter

DUDE YOUR MIND...... -chefkiss-

send me kiss or yearning prompts! Doing 1 a night until I run out!

Planning Dick's wedding is rapidly turning into Jason's hell.

It's not Dick's fault - sure, he's been high-strung about it for months, but that's to be expected. And between all their siblings and Alfred, they've been mostly able to keep him steady. Its also not his husband-to-be's fault - Wally has been even more antsy than Dick, but his support systems have been working just as hard as the Wayne collective to keep Wally from freaking out too bad.

It's not even necessarily the many duties Jason has discovered come with being a Best Man. He's on top of it - planning and hosting Dick's bachelor party, assisting with reception planning, giving his opinion on so many things that he never actually cared about.

No. The hellish nature of Dick and Wally's wedding is solely the fault of one person.

Roy Harper. Wally's Best Man - which means he's also the next person, after Dick and Wally themselves, that Jason finds himself working with the most.

And he is infuriating.

And annoyingly attractive.

The second part is the only reason why Jason is currently making out with him in the bathroom. Absolutely the only reason. He hates Roy. He would never kiss the bastard if he wasn't so irritatingly hot.

...okay, well, it helps that Roy is apparently a pretty good kisser.

"Jason? Jay, are you in - whoa!"

Jason breaks away and glares over Roy's shoulder at where Dick is in the doorway of the bathroom, trying and failing to hide a grin behind his hand. "What."

"You know, I think it can wait," Dick snickers. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

Roy snorts at that, not even looking at Dick. "I once caught you and Walls in a club bathroom with your -"

"Nope!" Jason says quickly. "Nope, I do not want to know what my older brother has done in scummy public bathrooms!"

Roy smirks. "Better shut me up then."

The kiss Jason gives him is damn near bruising, but Roy doesn't seem to mind. They almost completely forget Dick is even there until -

"Wally! You owe me twenty bucks - I just walked in on them in the bathroom!"

"I'm gonna kill him," Jason growls, and Roy laughs, and okay, maybe Roy isn't that bad. Maybe.

Further testing (read: makeout sessions) will be required.

#max answers #metukah #jayroy #birdflash #jason todd #roy harper #dick grayson #wally west #my writing #my fanfic

[mccall-muffin]

Love vs. Hate - Part 19 // Joe Liebgott x OC

Summary: After Holland, Easy Company has been releaved to Mourmelon, France. There is not really much to do, BUT they meet their new CO.

Warnings: Language, War generals, Fluff

A/N: Alright... I am BACK! with a filler and I'm so sorry! It will get better, I swear! But anyway we get a little Joe and Liv time.

Here is my Masterlist

Tag List: @brassknucklespeirs, @liebgotts-lovergirl

November 1st, 1944 -Nijmegen, Holland

"Liv! Liv!" I slowly wake up from my sleep and open my eyes. "Damn it, Liv, wake up already!" I tear my eyes open and sit up. "How can you sleep so deeply?" asks Harry, standing over me. "What's wrong?" I ask, and he points his head in a direction. I stand up and follow him. "Jesus, Harry, what time is it?" "Early..." he says then, and we exchange a look.

He leads me to Winters and the other officers. "What happened?" I ask as I look into their faces. "It's Moose. He's been hit." "What?" I ask in shock, looking at Dick. "How so?" "Friendly fire..." he sighs. "What the hell?" "Whatever," Dick then says. "We don't currently have a CO at Easy Company, which makes it all the more important that you platoon leaders take charge." I look briefly at Peacock and then at Harry. "And who will be the new Platoon Leader?" I ask. "Colonel Sink will inform me over the next few days." Dick lowers his eyes briefly.

"In any case, get ready. We're being moved to France. The trucks are leaving this afternoon, 1400."

November 15, 1944 - Mourmelon, France

We have been in France for two weeks now. And that without CO. The stay is boring, and we have no real task, which is why Winters has condemned us to drill training. Since Harry has more and more other functions than leading the second platoon, he often hands it over to me. Once Buck is back, he'll take it over again.

Just as we finish another drill, I sit down at a table with Don, Skip, Penk, George, and Joe, and we play cards.

"Hey!" I protest as Don leans over again to look at my cards. "Stop cheating!" "What? I'm not doing anything! I'm just scratching myself," Don justifies himself, pointing exaggeratedly at his leg. "Yeah, right, because you can't scratch more discreetly," I grin, and he winks at me. "Ha!" Joe says, tossing his last card onto the deck. "Won," he grins at me, and I give a feigned snort before nudging him and tossing my remaining cards into the middle. "You can deal for that now," I laugh, pushing the deck toward him.

Since we finally got rid of the Brits and especially Walker, Joe and I have had moments when we could be alone, which has strengthened our relationship. Of course, by now, pretty much everyone knows we're a thing, but no one comments on it or says it out loud. I'm also sure that the other officers, besides Harry, know.

"Hey, what do you guys think? Any of you guys coming for a round of craps later?" Don then asks as Joe redistributes. "Are you nuts? I told you a long time ago I wasn't playing with you anymore," I say immediately, and the others shake their heads. "Oh, come on. Not against me, with me." "A no from me there too, Don." Don looks at me disappointed. "All right, sweetheart, then don't. Will you at least lend me ten dollars for it?" "That too? I just gave you cash, didn't I, Don? Ask Skip." "Oh no, forget it. You already owe me $60," the latter immediately intervenes.

A discussion breaks out, and Don tries to get money from all of us somehow. "Oh, you know what? Otherwise, you'll never give it a rest," I say after a while and pull out my wallet. I take out twenty dollars and stick it out to him. "That'll be $100, Donnie," I say, waving the notes in front of his face. Don reaches for it, but I pull it away from him again. "I'll get that back!" I emphasize my words again, and he nods. "Yeah, it's all right. You make more than I do, too, so don't pretend," he then says, taking the notes from my hand. "Even if I weren't, I'd still have some, and you wouldn't."

We laugh, but then my friends look behind me with interest. "Sergeant Stark?" I hear Dick's voice and turn around. There stands Dick with a first lieutenant. I don't know. I quickly stand up and salute. "Sir." "Sergeant, this is first lieutenant Norman Dike. The new CO of Easy Company," he introduces the stranger who is eyeing me. "And this here is Sergeant Olivia Stark. Assistant Leader of Second Platoon." Dike watches me for another moment before holding out his hand. "Pleased to meet you." I nod and take it.

"Sergeant Stark is leading Second Platoon at the moment, with support from Lieutenant Welsh, until Lieutenant Compton returns," Dick explains. "Very well. I'll get back to you, Sergeant," Dike says, turning away. Confused, I look to Dick, who rolls his eyes as much as he can, before following Dike.

"I guess that's our new CO," I say as I sit back down with the guys. "Looks like it," Don says, and then I notice Joe is no longer at the table. I look questioningly at his empty seat and then back at Don. He nods his head back to one of the rooms in the lounge. Sighing, I get up again and go to Joe's room.

No sooner have I closed the door behind me than Joe has already taken my face in his hands and is kissing me stormily. I feel his tongue in my mouth and am a little overwhelmed, so I push him off me. "Whoa, Joe. What's going on?" I ask, surprised, looking at him. "Nothing; why? Can't I kiss my girlfriend?" he asks, and I raise an eyebrow. "Girlfriend?"

Joe falters and scratches the back of his head. "Well, I thought..." he says, then sighs and sits down on the cot used for medical emergencies. Then he buries his face in his hands. "Aw, fuck!"

"Hey..." I say softly and sit down next to him. "I didn't mean anything by it, okay? I was just... You surprised me a little bit, that's all. We never talked about what we were." Joe looks up, and I try to smile at him. "I know..." he then says and looks at me. "Do... Do you want to talk about it?" I ask hesitantly.

Still, Joe looks at me. "I think... I think you know how I feel about you by now," he says softly, averting his gaze. I take his hand in mine. "Joe?" Now he's looking at me again. "Okay, here it goes... I... I like you. A lot, actually. And... Well, I would... I'd like it if I could call you my girlfriend." We look into each other's eyes.

Then I slowly stand up, and Joe looks at me in irritation. Then I sit down on his lap and put my arms around his neck. Then I smile at him. "I'd like that," I whisper against his lips before kissing him. Joe puts his hands on my hips and pulls me closer. I bury my hands in his hair before gently pushing away from him. His eyes have grown darker.

Slowly, Joe reaches for my zipper before slowly unzipping it without breaking eye contact between us. When the jacket is open, he slides it over my shoulders. Of course, I'm still wearing a long-sleeved shirt underneath, but Joe still lets my jacket fall to the floor. Then Joe leans backward, and I sit on his lap.

I feel his cold fingers stroking my skin and giving me goosebumps. Suddenly, I grab his wrists. "Joe," I murmur against his lips, but he continues to kiss me. "Wait," I try again, and he stops before looking at me. "What's wrong?" he asks. "Are you...?" "No," I say quickly, rolling my eyes in amusement. "And yet, I don't think this is exactly the place, do you?" I look around the small chamber, and now Joe raises an eyebrow in amusement.

"You're right," he sighs, then rubs his face and lets himself fall backward on the bed, sighing again.

I climb off his lap and sit beside him on the bed. "I didn't like the way that new lieutenant looked at you," Joe says after a while, and I look at him in surprise. He looks fixedly at the ceiling. "What do you mean?" Joe rubs his face and then props himself up on his elbows. "Well, the way he looked at you like he was - I don't know - like he was about to undress you with his eyes." "Bullshit!" however, I wave it off. "I'm sure he's just never seen a woman in uniform before. Just because you're used to it by now doesn't mean others are."

Joe leans forward again and carefully runs his finger over the hem of my shirt. "Well, I get his point if it makes the woman look like you... But I'm looking forward to seeing you in regular clothes too, love." I laugh. "Oh yeah, and what if I decide to wear a uniform for the rest of my life?" I push myself up onto my knees and look at him with amusement. "Even then, every man will be jealous when he sees you on my arm," Joe laughs, and I nudge him playfully.

Then I get serious again. "And I'll still only have eyes for you." Joe sits up and kisses me passionately. Then he rests his forehead against mine, and I close my eyes for a moment. "Liv, I..." Joe then begins, but at that moment, there is a knock on the door, and it is opened.

We quickly slide out of each other, but I quickly recognize Don, who walks in with a hand in front of his eyes. "Are you guys dressed?" he asks, and I roll my eyes. "Yes, we are," I say, and Don puts his hand down. "Good," Don grins at me. Joe, meanwhile, rubs his face. "What do you want, Malarkey?" he asks, annoyed, and Don gives him an amused look.

"Hey, don't be rude, will you? Our new CO wants to see us. All of us. Five minutes in the square," he says, and Joe and I exchange a look before sighing and following Don.

December 1st, 1944 - Mourmelon, France

"Jesus, this guy is driving me nuts," I grumble to Lip, standing beside him, annoyed as the guy's complete drill training. I look over at our new CO, 1st Lieutenant Norman Dike, standing next to the new leader of 1st Platoon Jack Foley. "Which one?" asks Lip, "Which one do you think? Dike." "What did he do?" "Other than the obvious? I get the feeling he always wants to keep me around." "You mean...? He's taken a liking to you?" asks Lip, raising an eyebrow. "I don't know what it is. But it's freaking me out."

"Sergeant Stark?" Dike calls out at that moment, and I look again briefly at Lip, "And here we go." I take a few steps toward the lieutenant. "Lieutenant?" "We have a field exercise this afternoon. You'll be assisting me." "Sir, isn't that the first sergeant's job? I'm the assistant leader of the 2nd Platoon along with Lieutenant Welsh as long as Lieutenant Compton isn't back." Dike muses at me briefly. "Right. Lieutenant Welsh can manage on his own for this afternoon." With those words, he disappears again. I exchange a glance with Lip, "See?" "Maybe you should talk to Winters?" I lower my head. "It's not like he's tried anything... I don't want to cause Winters any unnecessary trouble 'cause I have a weird feeling." "Yeah, but if it gets worse, then you need to address it. We can't put our whole company at risk just because he's taken with you."

"Who's taken with you?" Lip and I turn around, and standing in front of us is Joe, who has just returned from guard duty. Lip and I exchange a quick glance. "No one," I say then, crossing my arms and rubbing them with cold hands. Joe raises an eyebrow and eyes me. I know for a fact that he's not letting up and definitely still wants to know.

Lip looks thoughtfully back and forth between us before checking his watch. "Okay, listen up. Lunchtime. The next drill is scheduled for 1400 this afternoon. Dismissed," he calls out, and the guys take their leave for lunch. "You coming?" Joe then asks, and I'm about to say yes to him when Harry walks up to us. "Liv!" he calls, and I look up. "Can you come with me for a minute, please?" I nod, say goodbye to Joe and Lip, and follow Harry into Winters' office.

I salute Dick as his Orderly closes the door behind me. Dick stands behind his desk while Nixon sits in a chair, and Harry also takes a seat. "What can I do for you guys?" I then ask, looking at Dick. "I was just wondering how's Lt. Dike doing?" he asks directly. I think about it for a moment. "Fine. I guess, at least." Now Dick looks up from his papers and looks at me urgently. "Liv?" I sigh and roll my eyes slightly. "Well, the guys are calling him 'Foxhole Norman' already. And he's only a few weeks in without combat. He's... Well, he's... I don't know how to put it."

Then Harry speaks. "I told Dick about the formation for this afternoon. What's with that? Why do you need to assist him?" he asks, and I now look at him. "I don't know. He just informed me about it a few minutes ago. I told him that's the First Sergeants' job and that I'm with you. I guess he didn't care." I shrug and look back at Dick. "Why does he want you with him?" he then asks before Nixon laughs in amusement. "Isn't it obvious, Dick?" Now Dick looks at him, confused. "What is?" he asks. "Our new CO has a liking for Liv." I bite my lips and watch Dick's reaction. He looks at Nixon for a moment before looking back at me. "Is that possible?" "Well, I realized that he always tries to keep me around him from time to time, but he never said or did anything in that direction; otherwise, I can assure you that."

"Won't get far with it anyway, does he?" now Harry laughs, which earns him a nasty look from me. Dick rubs his forehead. "Agh, we don't have time for that. Just stay with the 2nd Platoon, as usual, Liv, and leave Dike to me. Harry, you get back to me if he gives you any trouble. And I want to be informed if something's happening, Liv. We can't risk a distraction like that." I nod. "Yeah, it's enough that my assistant leader is distracted," Harry quips. "Hey. I'm not," I say quickly. Officially, the other officers don't know about Joe and me, but I'm aware that even they have picked up that we get along well. Very well. Besides, nothing happened in the company or outside escaped Nixon's notice. "I was just kidding, kiddo," Harry grins. "Yeah, about that... Just make sure Dike doesn't get a hold of it. If he really has a liking for you, I bet he would do anything to get rid of Liebgott. Easy still has only 65 percent strength; most are replacements, including your new CO. We can't spare a man," Dick then says.

"Yeah, all right. Uh, they're talking mid-March action. Train them three months, go into Berlin, end it," Nixon says. "The only thing holding Easy together is the NCOs. The Toccoa men," Dick adds. "At least we're trying." "Yeah, and that's why I don't want to lose any of you over something unnecessary. Especially not because an officer falls in love with a sergeant." That sentence out of Dick's mouth sounds kind of weird, but I still have to smile.

Suddenly there is a knock on the door, and Dick's orderly opens it. "Sir, a Sergeant Guarnere is here to see you," he says and has to laugh. "Look what just came in," I say. "The daredevil," Harry adds. "Hi, captain," the latter says, coming in with a limp. "Welcome back," Dick replies to him. "Never thought I'd see you behind a desk." "Someday, he'll sit behind it," Nixon adds, amused. "I just got AWOL from the hospital. Hope that won't cause trouble." "Would you care if it did?" asks Dick, and I can't help grinning. "Not a bit, sir," Bill returns, then takes a letter out of his jacket. "Got a letter for you here from Moose. Lieutenant Heyliger, sir. He's recovering, but it'll be tough," Bill then explains, holding the letter to Dick. I look at him sadly for a moment. "Thanks, Bill."

"There's gonna be a football game? Those guys in the 502nd?" Bill then asks. "Oh, yeah, Christmas Day. We will kick their asses!" I answer him immediately and walk up to him. I put a hand on his shoulder. "Great! Skytrain boys. Can't wait." We both laugh. "Great." Then he turns back to Dick and salutes. "Well, I'll just go find some trouble." "You do that," Dick says, saluting him as well. When Bill is almost out the door, Dick calls him back again. "Hey, Bill?" "Sir." "No more joy riding, right?" Bill winks at him and pulls out another letter. "Anybody ever heard of a little joint called Lulu's?" he asks, and I shrug. "Not me." "I'll just ask around." "Wait, I'll come with you. You don't need me anymore, do you?" I then say and look at Dick, who shakes his head. "Great, thanks, sir."

I follow Bill out of the office and then hug him. "It's so good to have you back, Bill," I say, and he grins. "It's good to be back, sweetheart. How have you guys been?" "Well, we've been bounced back and forth. You caught on to the Heyliger thing. Other than that, not a whole lot else happened." "Ah, yes? Are you sure you're not hiding something from me?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "I wouldn't know what." "You and Liebgott?" I notice myself blushing slightly. Luckily, you can't tell in this cold. "Well... Yeah. There was something," I say, and Bill laughs. "You're impossible, sweetheart," Bill grins, putting an arm around my shoulders, and we walk together to the mess hall.

After eating, I walk up to Don. "Hey," I say, and he looks up. "Hey... Well? I heard you're supposed to assist Dike this afternoon. What's up with that?" he asks directly. "It's already taken care of. Winters reversed it. But I'll tell you later. Have you guys seen Joe?" "You see that? No sooner does she have a boyfriend, and now I'm nothing. Unbelievable, really," Don protests, and Muck, Penk, and George laugh. "Okay, first of all, shut up, and second of all, you're still my number one," I say with a laugh and kiss his cheek. "Ha! Don't tell Liebgott that... Fine, fine. He went back to the barracks. Must have been knocked out from guard duty." I thank him and say goodbye to my best friends.

As I step into the barracks, I immediately spot Joe lying on his bed. "Hey," I say, and he looks up. "Hey," he returns, turning his attention to his comic book. "Haven't you read that one at least a hundred times?" I ask, sitting down next to him on the bed. He shrugs but doesn't look up. "Okay, what's wrong?" I then ask, taking the comic out of his hand.

Joe sits up, annoyed. He looks at me. "What was that about earlier? Why are you hiding things from me?" "What are you talking about?" "Your conversation with Lip. I want to know if something else is going on, okay? I made it clear to you that this isn't a game to me, Liv..." "Whoa, calm down now, Joe. I don't have anything going on with anyone else." I take his hand in mine. "I'm all in. All the way, okay?" Then I lean forward and kiss Joe on the mouth. "You and me, yeah?" "And who's taken with you now? I'll kill him, I swear!" "You're always so dramatic, Joe," I laugh. "We suspect Dike has taken a liking to me. But Winters is already on it. He wants it all reported and has his eye on it." "That WestPoint scumbag." "Don't worry; you're the only man in my life, baby. Except maybe Don, but I don't think I'll get rid of him any time soon," I laugh and kiss Joe again.

This time he's more into it and pulls me onto his lap. "Dike better keeps his hands off you," he says, putting his hands on my ass. "This one's mine." I laugh and take his face in my hands. "You're cute when you're jealous; you know that?" "Cute? Did you just call me cute?" asks Joe, playfully indignant. "You bet I did. I say, " cute, cute, cute, cute," and I kiss a spot on his face with each' cute.' Joe starts laughing and swings us both over, which makes me laugh too. He is now lying over me and looking down at me. "You're amazing," he says, kissing me passionately. We lie on his cot for a moment, making out when the door is pushed open.

Panic spreads through me, and Joe and I break away from each other as quickly as possible, but the person will have seen us anyway. How could we have been so careless? "Hey, lovebirds," Don then says, however, and I exhale in relief. "You guys are really brave or stupid, but you'd better stop the smooching now. Dike's looking for you, Liv." Annoyed, I grab my head. "Again?" Don nods. "I got here as fast as I could to warn you." I stand up and walk toward my best friend. "Thank you," I whisper, then walk out of the barracks to find Dike.

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[memestockpile]

what's up, doc? (1972) feel free to change as needed.

when i ask you to wait for me somewhere, i expect you to stay there until i come back.

it's a beautiful city, isn't it?

i'd like to come here on our honeymoon.

what are you trying to do, get yourself killed?

i hope nothing's broken.

they told me they would be in room 1717.

i want you to put it in the hotel safe for me.

i have a deep burning desire for a double thick roast beef sandwich.

go down to the drugstore and get some aspirin.

your bell is flat. half a tone off.

i beg your pardon.

we've got to stop meeting like this.

what do you think i am? a piece of ripe fruit that you can squeeze the juice out of and then cast aside?

that's some bump you've got on your head.

three percent of all fatal accidents take place in corner drugstores.

quit kidding around.

we can go some place quiet.

obviously, you've mistaken me for somebody else.

i want you to leave me alone.

it's some kind of bizarre joke.

everywhere you go, another heart broken.

don't forget your dinner.

why are you whispering?

i'll do your tie.

i'm not looking for romance.

i think we better talk about this some other time.

be solemn, but not stuffy.

don't be nervous. just remember: everything depends on this.

oversimplifying! you accuse me of oversimplifying? i never oversimplify.

what incredible adventure did you have?

you mustn't be modest about a thing like that.

you're a lucky dog.

this is utterly ridiculous!

get out of there. don't let anyone see you.

i'm having a nightmare.

i find that story deeply moving.

how would you like to swallow une sandwiche de knuckles?

i'm not repeating myself. i'm not repeating myself. oh, god, i'm repeating myself.

everyone eventually gets wrinkled and lined and flabby.

use your charm.

i suppose you've come to apologize.

it's all right. you may come out now.

i have acted like a cad.

that is not amusing.

i don't know what you're so miserable about.

the point is -- the point is -- oh, god, i've forgotten the point.

could you not sit quite so close?

i'm very nearsighted.

just a wild guess.

once you get to know me better, you'll really like me.

let's not say goodbye. let's just say au revoir.

couldn't i just kill her?

if you're not out of here in two minutes, i'm going to call the police.

you are the last straw that breaks my camel's back.

you're a plague. you bring havoc and chaos to everything. but why to me? why me? why me? why? why?

you look cute in your pajamas.

is it possible to break a lung?

i think your necktie is too tight.

i'm still very angry with you, bit i am concerned.

i think i'll get dressed.

there's a movie on. a war movie.

you don't have a bathrobe i could put on, do you?

open this door immediately.

i'm terrified of heights. i have acrophobia.

what are you looking for, dear?

you are not being open with me.

for god's sake, turn off that television.

don't you know the meaning of propriety?

i'm awfully sorry about this whole mess.

of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, you walk into mine.

you know what edmund burke said? "you can never plan the future by the past."

i was a political science major.

my father wants me to be an educated person.

i read a lot of good books and go to a lot of movies.

i'm kind of scared to go home.

you go get a taxi.

i want you to come in here and meet my friends.

did anyone ever tell you that you were very, very sexy?

you philistine!

i want peace and calm and order.

is that clearly understood?

i just have too much compassion. that's why i'm a wreck.

you've made me smash my lifesavers.

it might not look like much to you, but it's all i've got.

you little fink!

you have a way of making all these things sound resonable.

i guess i owe you twenty thousand bucks.

i don't like you and i want you to go away.

we've shared a great deal in the past day or so.

what's up, doc?

the way i acted back there. i'm sorry.

love means never having to say you're sorry.

that's the dumbest thing i've ever heard.

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[gomeowzz]

BAT FAMILY GC ??

no bc i’m never gonna shut up abt how cute this is i can’t believe they have a groupchat like this in canon

#don't forget you owe me twenty bucks #this is such a jason thing to say #cass spamming with the emojis #ah a lady of few words #is duke in the chat? #i hope so #i wonder how much bruce talks in the chat too #also yall better not start shit abt how this is too fanon #like shut up #we need this kind of civil family content #dc #batman #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #nightwing #red hood #robin #spoiler #batgirl #barbara gordon #comics

[bi-bard]

Better Than Anyone Else - Castiel Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Better Than Anyone Else

Pairing: Castiel X Reader

Requested: by @zizzlekwum

Word Count: 1,306 words

Warning(s): cussing, kidnapping, insults, Dean can't really keep his mouth shut

Summary: (Season 5) (Y/n) and Castiel are taken hostage by angels in the hopes of getting information on how the Winchesters plan on stopping the apocalypse. (Y/n) finally reaches their boiling point with the angels that try to make Cas feel like shit.

Author's Note: I swear, Cas is one of my favorite characters to write for.

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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I was seething.

I watched as the angels strutted around Cas and me. We were tied across from each other. Cas with some weird kind of chain and me with just rope.

They just kept poking at him.

Mocking him for his humanity. His caring nature.

It pissed me off.

"Isn't it pathetic," one of them asked. "Knowing that your choice to help the humans is pointless? You trusted them... cared about them... all for it to go to waste. They don't care about you, you're just a tool to them."

"Leave him alone," I snapped, tugging at the ropes harshly. I didn't even wince at the feeling of the material burning my skin.

"Shut up, you gnat," the 'head angel' of the group said. "You are one of the biggest reasons Castiel forgot his purpose."

"He didn't forget his purpose," I hissed. "He found it."

She held her blade to my neck, grabbing my hair so I couldn't wiggle away.

"He's one of the most caring creatures I've ever met," I continued, ignoring my fear. "He's a hero. Not just to me but to so many others. You are just trying to make him hate all he's done so he can be guilt-tripped into helping you. If you were worth helping, you wouldn't have to do that."

The angel nearly growled at me before stepping away.

I started combatting words with words.

"You mean nothing to them" was met with my response of "You're amazing and I'm honored to even know you."

"If you didn't have powers, they'd drop you like dead weight," was met with, "Don't listen to them. The boys and I think you're brilliant. You're amazing... a hero."

"They obviously don't need you... they would've saved you by now," was met with, "Sam and Dean will be here soon, they just can't teleport."

This continued until the doors were slammed open. I smiled to myself. Sam and Dean stormed in and started fighting. Sam quickly cut the ropes from my wrist and ankles and grabbed the blade the had rolled from one of the angels.

"One second," I said to Cas quickly, going after the main angel.

I sunk the blade into her stomach, ripping a key from around her vessel's neck.

"Didn't know angels used such basic locks on shit," I muttered, undoing the lock. Cas stood up instantly, moving me out of the way so he could smite an angel that was behind me.

The action died down and we all looked around to check on each other.

"All of us alright," Dean asked. I nodded. "Let's go, Bobby's waiting for us."

We went to walk out but Cas called my name. I turned back to him. He gently grabbed my hands. I blushed as I watched how careful he was as he healed the rope burns.

"Thank you," I mumbled, looking up at him.

I noticed how close we were. I took a deep breath in before turning around and following Sam and Dean. Cas teleported out.

"How are you feeling," Sam asked as Dean started driving.

"I've been better," I muttered. "They just kept insulting him. Like they knew it would hurt more than hitting him."

"What did you do," Sam asked.

"Defended him," I replied. "He deserved that. Even after they held a blade to my throat, I just wanted him to know that we cared."

There was a moment of silence.

"(Y/n)," Dean said carefully. "Do you promise not to hit me after I ask my next question?"

"I can't promise something like that, I've heard some dumb questions come out of your mouth," I replied, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Do you... love Cas," he asked.

My breath stopped in my throat for a moment.

I looked down. Was love the right word? Was that too far? I definitely liked him. He was sweet and brave but... love? He'd be uncomfortable if I said love. I sighed... maybe I did love him.

"I don't know if 'love' is too far or not," I finally admitted.

"Holy shit," Dean sounded so excited. I chuckled. "I fricking knew it! Sam, you owe me twenty bucks!"

"You bet on me?"

"...No," Dean suddenly turned guilty when he realized that I was unhappy with his choice.

"Sam."

"It was Dean's idea," he said, throwing his brother under the bus immediately. I looked at Dean.

"(Y/n)... listen..."

--time skip--

I was looking through Bobby's basement for him. He was working on some project and just needed me to help him grab some things. I was happy too. Working with Bobby was not as scary as some would assume.

I was heading back up the stairs when I heard Cas and Dean in the kitchen.

"I just want to know why (Y/n) defended me so adamantly," I froze, realizing neither one had noticed me.

"I can't tell you that, Cas, you need to ask them," he replied.

"You know and won't tell me," Cas said it as a statement, not a question.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I can't."

"Dean, I don't understand-"

"I'm sorry, Cas, but this is (Y/n)'s business."

I guess I didn't know how long they had been going around in a circle. Still, what happened next made me want to throw what I was holding at Dean's head.

"Is there something wrong with (Y/n)? Are you worried about them? What do I not know-"

"Guys," I heard Sam try to intervene.

"(Y/n) loves you, Cas," Dean finally snapped. "There! You know why now!"

My heart just sank, "How fucking dare you?"

Dean looked at me with a panicked look.

"(Y/n)-"

I held up a hand. I walked to the living, placed what Bobby asked for on the table, and then walked out of the house.

"Where are you going," Sam asked, going to stop me.

"On a walk," I snapped, slamming the front door shut behind me.

I don't even know how far into Bobby's yard I had walked. I just kept going. I was angry and stressed and embarrassed. I was ready to fight Dean and leave him tied up in the trunk of his own car.

"(Y/n)," I heard the deep voice from behind me. I ignored it. "(Y/n)."

"Cas, I really don't wanna-"

I ended up walking straight into his chest. I took a step back and looked up at his face.

"Cas... we can just forget that," I motioned toward the house. "We don't have to worry about it."

"No."

"No?"

"I don't want to forget about it," he muttered. "It made me very happy when I heard you loved me."

"Oh," I mumbled.

"I... I love you too," he had a small grin on his face, seeming nervous. Angel of the Lord... nervous.

"You do?"

"Yes," Cas nodded.

"Oh," I mumbled again.

He stepped closer to me. I felt my entire base heat up at the motion. Being this close to Cas... or anyone really... was kind of new to me. I watched him closely and saw him furrow his eyebrows.

"This is where I'm supposed to kiss you, right," he asked softly.

"If you want to."

"I want to," he replied. I smiled widely at him.

I leaned in and pressed my lips to his lightly. I grabbed the lapels of his jacket. It felt like I was going to lose him if I did. He slowly reached out to touch my sides as he relaxed into the kiss. It was a perfect moment.

I slowly pulled away, trying to hold back a laugh as he tried to lean forward and kiss me again.

"I love you," I whispered, my forehead touching him.

"I love you too," he mumbled back. "And I'd like to kiss you again."

"Be my guest," I chuckled, pulling him back into a kiss.

What a perfect moment?

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[thatesqcrush]

Christmas Confessions

Rafael Barba x Reader. @itsjustmyfantasyroom requested: Hey lovely, may I please have a Bryan Kneef or Rafael Barba or both 😉 x reader for your holiday bingo for the mistletoe square. Semi public would be delicious 😘

Ask & ye shall receive. I went with Barba. This is super fluff with a hint of sexy. Timeline wise this is after The Undiscovered Country, but Rafael never left - pretty current to s.22 (spoiler warning: with Kat having joined and Carisi is an ADA.)

WC: 1235

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"You have no choice, you have to come.” Sonny commented to his mentor who was busily scribbling on a yellow notepad.

"You really are like a dog with a bone, Carisi. I said no, I'm not up to it. Besides, I have back logged reports to work on that Hadid said that she needed ASAP.” Rafael replied as he continued working, not bothering to look up at the younger ADA.

"Don't give me that crap, Barba. I'm not buying it. You're just looking for any excuse to not go.” Sonny replied, crossing his arms against his chest. "Just come for an hour; pop in, get some punch and say hi. Besides…" he continued, "Y/N is there now."

Barba grunted before taking a sip of his lowball glass filled with scotch. "What makes you think I want to see Y/N?"

"Barba, you seem to forget that I used to be a detective. And now, I’m an ADA. if I can't tell what's going in someone's head then I am doing a pretty shitty job. Sonny replied honestly. "She doesn't know.” He added for good measure, not wanting his friend to stress.

Rafael looked up at Sonny, letting out a deep exhale as he did so. "If I go will I get you off my back?"

Sonny cheered. "Carmen owes me twenty bucks; she told me that I'd never be able to convince you to come."

"It's great to know that my emotional well-being feeds gambling addicts.” Barba muttered sardonically. He looked at the pile of reports he had to finish. “I’ll go for one drink, say hello, and come back.” He told himself as he grabbed his phone, camel wool coat and scarf.

**

The 16th precinct - SVU division was brightly decorated with gaudy holiday decorations that looked like they came from way back when God walked the Earth. Holiday music filled the room as people chatted and laughed.

Rafael walked in slowly, following behind Sonny. Rafael scanned the room in search of you and he sucked in breath as you appeared in his line of vision. You wore a snug red top which accentuated the swells of your breasts and a black leather mini skirt – the look complete with knee high boots and a Santa hat adorned on your head. You were busy chatting with Kat and Fin when you caught Rafael out of the corner of your eye.

You smiled brightly at Sonny and Rafael, waving them in as you did so. "Merry Christmas guys! Sonny, I see you managed to drag Rafael out of his office. Carmen owes you what? Twenty-bucks now?"

Sonny laughed, "Yeah, something like that."

"Care for a drink? I made my famous coquito.” You turned your attention to back to Rafael.

"You made coquito?” Rafael questioned; his eyes were wide. “Uh, yeah that would be great. I haven’t had that in ages.” Rafael found himself suddenly parched. He assumed it was his nerves getting the best of him. He watched you saunter off, your hips swaying suggestively, and Rafael wondered if you knew how much sex appeal you dripped on a day to day basis. He hadn’t meant to fall for you – the fresh detective that came straight from the Academy since SVU had been so short-staffed after Sonny left to join the DA’s office.

**

What was one drink – turned into many more. Hours later, Rafael found himself enjoying the holiday party, though he assumed it was mostly due to the fact that the coquito was spiked with a lot of rum. Watching his colleagues get drunk around him was amusing. He had always had a high tolerance for alcohol, so it took him longer to feel any effect, especially since the drinks were served in bitty paper cups. But still, he felt pleasantly relaxed.

You made your way over to Rafael who was lounging on the sofa that was brought out from the breakroom. You plopped yourself into his lap, but your balance was off. Rafael was quick to steady you onto his lap. You scooched a bit to make yourself more comfortable and Rafael silently groaned.

"Whoa!” You giggled. "Thanks Rafael."

"Not a problem.” Rafael replied flustered. "Too much to drink detective?"

"No, not at all. High tolerance runs in my family. We're champs.” You rambled and Barba arched a brow at you. He had had more than one conversation with you to know that was a lie if he ever heard one.

"Sure…" he agreed, knowing disagreeing with someone under the influence always led to bad repercussions. You snuggled herself against his chest, your legs dangling over his.

"I just love the holidays.” You mused. "What about you Rafael?"

"Uh, not necessarily.” Rafael replied as honestly as he could. “It’s become over commercialized and it’s true meaning has been lost. And as a lapsed Catholic –”

"That's a shame.” You replied mournfully cutting him off. "Oh!" you suddenly interjected, your previous thought and emotion quickly forgotten. "What did you ask for this Christmas?"

"Nothing.” Rafael replied. "You?"

You chose to ignore his question by further probing his lack of want this upcoming holiday season. "Were you a naughty boy this year Rafael Barba?" You wagged your finger, and made a disappointed sound.

Rafael coughed, startled by your loaded question. "No, I was… fine; my usual self."

You pondered his comment thoughtfully. "Well, then you deserve something for your efforts."

"Such as?" Rafael wondered out loud, his brow cocked once more in your direction. He hadn't realized it until that very moment, but you had placed his hands on the tops of your thighs. He was positive that you could hear feel his pulse racing but apparently you either didn't notice or didn't care. He was unsure and preferred to not misinterpret your actions.

You bopped him on the chin and pointed above. Rafael moved his gaze from you to where you were pointing and sure enough, mistletoe had been hung from the ceiling.

Rafael returned his gaze towards yours, feeling his cheeks burn. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. The kiss caught Rafael by surprise initially, but soon he found himself kissing you back. His tongue traced the seam of your lips, seeking entrance and you opened your mouth, allowing him to deepen the kiss. You let out a low moan as your lips tangled passionately. You ran your hands through his salt and pepper hair, gripping the back of his head. He nipped at your bottom lip which earned him another moan, this one more earnest.

Silence reigned the room as the onslaught of lookers watched in shock. The gossip tonight would be tomorrow's headlines around the precinct.

You pulled away and lowered your lips to his ear, "“Like I said, you deserve something for being such a good boy.” Rafael didn’t miss how your voice was laced with lust.

He chuckled as you rested your forehead against his. "Excuse me?"

"I know about your feelings for me; I've known for a while.” You confessed before pressing a quick peck on his lips.

"How about we get out of here?" You suggested. “I could use some fresh air.” Rafael nodded, helping you up. Rafael helped you with your coat and then grabbed his. You both left, hand in hand and the party continued to stare dumbfounded at what they had just seen.

"Damn.” Sonny replied as he took another swig of his beer. “Carmen owes me a lot more than twenty bucks."

FIN.

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[rpmemesbyarat]

RP meme from Tremors

Let's get you out of the sun for a spell.

Please move your fat ass.

Well, when I'm your age I'll probably forget what I eat, too.

How many cows does it take to make a stampede? Is it like three or more? Is there a minimum speed?

You will have long blonde hair, big green eyes, nice full breasts that stand up and say hello, ass that won't quit. And legs, legs that go all the way up!

Yeah, well, I'm getting what I refer to scientifically as "weird vibes."

They're all the same; dead weight. Can't make a decision, can't walk because of their shoes, can't work because of their fingernails. Make my skin crawl!

Well, I'm a victim of circumstance.

Twenty years of looking for a woman exactly like Miss October 1968, and where'd it get me?

Down, honey, down.

The way you worry, you're gonna have a heart attack before you get to survive World War III.

Right. We plan ahead. That way we don't do anything right now.

The idea was; we were ripping you off.

Now, you know I'm good for it.

Are we too easy-going?

If we're gonna take the plunge we oughta have a better plan than that.

Stop it! Stop it, you horrid animal!

God almighty, my mama sure didn't raise me for this.

You're the one's gotta have a plan.

What keeps us doing jobs like this is you dragging your feet.

You gonna stand there in broad daylight and tell me you think I'm the reason we're still here?

I'll call that little bluff.

Forget it, man. It's not worth it.

We did it! We faced temptation and we did not bend!

Last chance, asshole.

Jeez, look at that guy.

You're full of shit.

He must've really been drunk this time.

You damn fool, you owe me on this one

Well, whatever the hell happened it's just one more goddamn good reason to haul ass out of this place.

Hey, where the hell's that asshole dog?

We got a killer on the loose!

He's cutting people's heads off!

I'd high-tail for town if I was you!

The phone is out!

We've gotta get the police up here.

Well, there's sure as hell nothing to stop us now.

Is some higher force at work here?

Are we asking too much of life?

You on a booze break or what?!

Where are the bullets? Don't we have any goddamn bullets?

Hey, I don't want spend the night out here!

What the hell you doing back already?

Unreal! Where'd you get it?

It's disgusting.

So, it's some kind of snake?

It's dead all right. Tore the damn thing in half.

There's gotta be more out there, a lot more.

Slick as snot and I'm not lying.

Look, we organize, we arm ourselves.

We go out, we find those damn snake things, we make 'em extinct.

Might be aliens. Who knows?

Why go looking for trouble?

Phone's out. Road's out. We're on our own.

I'm dead. Let's finish in the morning.

Just keep looking at that beautiful sky.

Damn that thing!

Well, what's wrong with it?

You sure this is where it was?

God, what a stink!

Something's got me!

Oh, God! Get me Out!! GET ME OUT!!

Somebody stop it!

You want the rifle or the Smith?

IT'S GOT ME! IT's GOT ME! AAAAHGH!

You stupid punk!

One of these days, [NAME], somebody's gonna kick your ass.

Come back with the Sheriff.

Come back with the National Guard.

That means we're gonna be out here, like, in the dark.

Oh, man, I hate this shit.

Ride like hell.

How could they bury an entire Plymouth station wagon?

They're under the goddamn ground!

There must be a million of them!

It's gaining on us!

We can do it, we can do it!

We killed the bastard!

Did you just notice something weird?

Think it smells like that 'cause it's dead?

I think they shoot right outta its mouth, hook you, and pull you right in.

Good thing we stopped it before it killed anybody else.

I'm lucky it didn't find me.

This is like, well, let's say it, it's probably the biggest zoological discovery of the century.

Just look at what we caught here!

This is one big mother!

Come on, nobody's ever seen one of these!

There are five more of these things!

Five more?

If you compare the different readings, there have to be five.

There's nothing like them in the fossil record, I'm sure.

I'd vote for outer space. No way those are local boys.

The government built them, a big surprise in the next war.

How the hell's it even know we're still here?

It can sense the slightest seismic vibration, hear every move we make.

I always wanted to be stuck on a desert island. But somehow I always imagined, you know, water.

You know, I hate to be crude, but I'm gonna have to take care of some business here.

I'll tell you, if you ever wanted proof God is a man, this is it.

Running's not a plan. Running is what you do when the plan fails.

You're not even trying to come up with a plan!

Think it's still following us?

You go north, I'll go south.

Well, I'm scared, but I'm not sorry.

All right, I'm about as subtle as a donkey's ass.

You think we're not even safe here in town?

I think we should all get the hell out while the getting's good.

You should have a theory at least.

This valley's just one long smorgasbord and if we don't haul ass outta here we're the next course.

You little ass wipe!

You knock that off or you're gonna be shitting that basketball!

Where are we going to go that's safer than right here?

I'm gonna kick his ass!

Man, you got a gun?!

Big as a house!

Remember, no noise. No vibration.

Get off your pogo stick!

Go back, for chrissake!

Come on! Outta your pants!

Just run! Run like screaming fuck!

This oughta hurt like hell.

So, is that one of your usual jobs, saving peoples' lives?

How long till they go away?

Shut it up! Shut the little bastard up!

Quiet! Quiet you hateful thing!

Chuck him out the door!

Son of a bitchin' lowlife, putrid, scum.

I got enough food here to last us for weeks.

Jesus! Shut it off!

Can't you shout a little quieter?

How the hell long it take you to change a tire?

They're coming after you! They're coming right now!

Big monsters under the ground, [NAME]!

Broke into the wrong goddamn rec room, didn't you, you BASTARD!

We killed that motherfucker!

Uh, be advised, however, there are four more, repeat, four more motherfuckers.

They got one! They killed one of the sons of bitches!

You're not getting any penetration, even with the elephant gun.

Never figured on having to shoot through dirt! Best goddamn bullet stop there is.

They can feel our vibrations, but they can't find us.

The bastards are up to something.

Oh, wow, man! No way! No fucking way, man!

They're gonna tear this whole town out from under us!

We'll come get everybody. Just hang on tight.

Since when the hell's every goddamn thing up to us?!

We don't have a hell of a lot of time here.

We need a helicopter is what we need, or a goddamn tank.

Jesus. It's slower than hell.

Couldn't we distract them somehow?

We need a decoy.

Hey, [NAME], you wanna make a buck?

We're gonna save our asses here!

Get real. I'm faster than you.

Damn. Guess I have to do it.

Watch your ass, shithead.

Don't worry about me, jerkoff.

You goddamn suicidal son of a bitch!

He'll never make it! They're gonna get him!

HEY, YOU SORRY SONS OF BITCHES, COME AND GET ME!

Goddamn good thinking!

Me next!

Get me off of here!

We got about three seconds!

God damn! Armored transport!

What do you think? Max firepower or...?

I'd go for penetration.

Give me a gun! I'll take one!

I wouldn't give you a gun if it was World War Three.

Underground goddamn monsters?!

Any sign of'em?

Maybe they're taking a dump.

What the hell are they doing? They're up to something.

I don't care what they're doing as long as they're doing it way over there.

They dug a trap! I can't believe this!

Hungry?! Eat this!!

Here they come! They're coming back!

They'll sure as hell get us if we stay here!

[NAME] do you have any more of those things?

Then, when the explosion happens, if it drives them away again, we all run like goddamn bastards!

What if it doesn't scare them? What if they don't run?

They're so sensitive to sound, they have to run! It hurts too much!

We're gonna run. Get ready.

They're too fast! You can't outrun them, no way!

It worked! There they go!

You asshole! There's no bullets in this gun!

Could we make it to the mountains?

What's the matter with you? What are you talking about?!

Those animals would have killed you!

You haven't seen what they can do.

They're not falling for it!

I'll make'em pay attention, goddamnit

We can't kill them all.

Use the fucking bomb!

This better be one great plan!

We could make some real money off this whole thing, get in People magazine.

Sell the movie rights.

You're really leaving, huh?

There's going to be major research up here.

And thanks for everything, you know, saving my life and stuff.

Civil? I'm civil.

You're not civil, you're glum.

We got the world by the tail with a downhill pull and all of a sudden you go glum on me.

Somebody paying you to do this?

She just practically asked you for a date.

God, my work is never done.

Fine, make the mistakes I did.

I think I'll just be playing this hand myself.

I'd goddamn worship her.

Can you fly, sucker?! CAN YOU FLY?!

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[badwolfandtimelords]

Supernatural: The Essence of My Soul to Keep, Provenance Part 3

Pairing: Dean Winchester x OC (Claire Shanahan)

Summary: 

Main story: January 1998- Portland, Oregon. Dean and Sam start over at another high school while John hunts down a mysterious aura. Meanwhile, an impossibly beautiful girl starts school at the same time as the Winchesters. Is she in any way connected to John's case, which could prove dangerous as Dean's starts to fall for her? Continues into the series main events.

This chapter: Provenance, 1X19. Somehow the painting is back after the Winchester’s try to burn it, keeping them in town longer than expected. Now they must dig into the past to try and learn more to finish this case, while also digging up things from their own past.

Find the full story on AO3 here.

The next morning saw the Winchesters back at the auction house once more in a frantic search. Instead this time, for Dean’s wallet rather than a haunted painting. Poking around easels, statues, vases, shrubbery, and anywhere else it could have fallen during their break in, no wallet could be seen. “How do you lose your wallet, Dean?” Sam hissed. Rather than replying, Dean managed to throw his hands up slightly as he continued to look around. However, a friendly voice instantly had them swinging around and stop in their search. “Hey guys!” Looking over, Sarah stood watching them with a pleased look on her face. “Sarah! Hey!” Sam greeted her, putting down the box he had been rooting through. “What are you doing here?” “Ahh…” Sam looked back to Dean for help, who in turn simply shrugged. “We... We are leaving town and, you know, we came to say goodbye!” It was then that Dean walked over to join the conversation. “What are you talking about Sam? We're sticking around for at least another day or two.” He grinned, earning a confused look from his brother and an unsure chuckle from Sarah. “Oh, Sam. By the way. I'm gonna go ahead and give you that twenty bucks I owe you.” When Sam saw Dean pull out the supposedly missing wallet from out of his back pocket, realization swept across his face. “I always forget, you know.” Dean laughed as he told Sarah. “There you go.” With that he held a twenty out to Sam, who after a look of disbelief, snatched the bill away. “Well I'll leave you two crazy kids alone, I gotta go do... something… somewhere.” He said before hightailing it out the door, leaving Sam to talk to Sarah. “That was quite smooth of you, sweetheart.” Claire scoffed once she and Dean were outside of the auction house. “What can I say, I’m a natural born actor.” Dean chuckled. “You deserve an Oscar after that performance.” She shook her head, glancing back to the building as they made their way to the car. Noticing no one was around them, Dean gave a short whistle. “Hey, come here.” He called to her. Twisting her ring around her finger, she looked between Dean and the building before following him into the car. Once they were settled on the bench, he gently swiped a finger through the air under her chin. “Hey, something’s been bothering you since last night.” He started gently. “What’s going on?” “Nothing.” She replied quietly, refusing to meet his gaze and instead continued to fidget with her ring. “No. It’s definitely something. It’s never nothing with you.” When she finally looked up at him, clearly to argue, he held up a finger to stop her. “In the years we’ve been together, you’ve almost always caught what I’ve missed. And sure, I can be a little slow, but I can pick up the signs from you when something’s wrong. Especially when you straight up tell me something is wrong.” “I didn’t-” “You shook your head last night when we burned the painting.” He cut her off. “Something’s wrong.” “Except I don’t know what it is.” She frowned. “All I can think is how it feels too easy.” “How?” Sighing, she sank in her seat before speaking slowly. “Those names in your father’s notebook were there for a reason. Something big is centered around this painting. Something big enough for your father to note. I mean,” She sat up to face him. “You and Sam burned that painting with no trouble. No spirit trying to prevent it. And yet a number of people who have owned the painting are dead-” Her eyes widening suddenly at something in her peripheral, she suddenly appeared in the backseat as Sam opened the door to the passenger seat and scrambled inside to sit where she had been a moment ago. “It’s back.” Sam said breathlessly. “What?” Dean asked in confusion. “The painting! I was talking to Sarah, and suddenly someone’s walking by carrying it!” From the corner of his eye, he could see Claire frown and disappear. “You’re kidding.” This made Sam huff. “Dean, do you really think this is something I would kid about?” “To stick around Sarah a little longer? Maybe.” In the backseat Claire reappeared as he said Sarah’s name. Upon seeing her clouded expression, he too frowned. “I don't understand, Dean, we burned the damn thing.” Sam stared at the hood in frustration, ignoring the jab about Sarah. “Yeah, thank you Captain Obvious.” Dean retorted. “All right, we just need to figure out another way to get rid of it. Any ideas?” “Okay, all right. Well, um, in almost all the lore about haunted paintings it's always the painting's subject that haunts 'em.” Sam thought aloud. “That presents far too many options for my liking.” Claire thought back to the number of people depicted on the canvas. “Yeah. So, we just need to figure out everything there is to know about that creepy-ass family and that creepy-ass painting.” Dean agreed. “What were their names again?” * “You said the Isaiah Merchant family, right?” The record keeper asked as he dropped a collection of large dusty books onto the tabletop already littered with various news articles and printouts. “Yeah that's right.” Sam confirmed. Glancing at Dean who was pouring over a printed info packet about guns, Claire called out to him. “Dean, focus.” “I dug up every scrap of local history I could find.” The keeper continued as he began to lay out what he thought the boys might need. “So, are you boys crime buffs?” “Kinda. Yeah. Why do you ask?” Dean glanced at Sam. “Well…” The keeper said nothing else as he held up an old newspaper. “He really should be wearing gloves when handling this old stuff.” Claire muttered as she leaned forward to study the articles. While most of the 1912 paper’s spread was dedicated to the sinking of the titanic, a small column on the right side that the keeper pointed to spoke of how a father in the area had killed his family and himself. “Yes. Yeah, that sounds about right.” Dean confirmed cheerfully. “The whole family was killed?” Sam asked. “It seems this Isaiah, he slits his kids' throats, then his wife, then himself. Now, he was a barber by trade. Used a straight razor.” The keeper explained. “Why'd he do it?” Sam asked in bewilderment. “Why does a murderer murder anyone?” Claire muttered over the rustling paper as the keeper turned the newspaper over to the backside. “People who knew him describe Isaiah as having a stern and harsh temperament. Controlled his family with an iron fist.” He read. “Wife, uh, two sons, adopted daughter… Yeah yeah yeah… There were whispers that the wife was gonna take the kids and leave. Which of course you know in that day and age, um ....so instead, old man Isaiah...well he gave them all a shave.” He finished, laughing at his own joke. Dean laughed too until he saw the unimpressed looks on both Sam and Claire’s faces. “Does it say what happened to the bodies?” He said, his laughter dying quickly. “Just that they were all cremated.” At this, the brothers looked at each other in dismay. “Anything else?” Sam asked gently, trying not to sound to disappointed. “Yeah!” The keeper scrambled for a book hidden under the album that had held the newspaper. “Actually, I found a picture of the family. It's right here... somewhere. Right... here it is!” He declared after flipping through the book. Turning it to the hunters, they were greeted with the sight of an image of the very painting they had tried to destroy. “Hey, could we get a copy of this please?” Sam gestured to it. “Sure?” The keeper replied. While Sam followed the keeper to get a copy of the photo, Dean watched Claire as she folded her arms and pursed her lips in thought. “What are you thinking, Clairey?” He asked quietly. “That the painting has changed.” She said, not looking up at him. “And that your job just became harder.” * “I'm telling you man, I'm sure of it! The painting at the auction house, Dad is looking down. Painting here, Dad's looking out. The painting has changed, Dean!” Sam said when they got back to the motel and sat at the table. Taking from Sam the copied picture they got from the library, Dean studied it carefully. “Just as I said.” Claire said into his ear as she too studied it. “All right, so you think that Daddy dearest is trapped in the painting and is handing out Columbian neckties like he did with his family?” Dean asked. “Well yeah, it seems like it! But if his bones are already dusted then how are we gonna stop him?” “Find something else that might have survived of his?” Claire suggested as she moved away from the boy to sit on the bed. Something was bothering her about the painting, but what she wasn’t quite sure. “All right, well, if Isaiah's position changed then maybe some other things in the painting changed as well. You know, it could give us some clues.” “What, like a Da Vinci Code deal?” Sam suggested. “I don't… know. I'm still waiting for the movie on that one. Anyway, we gotta get back in and see that painting. Which is a good thing, because you can get some more time to crush on your girlfriend." Dean added as he got up from the table and walked over to his bed, throwing himself onto it. From where she already sat on the empty side of the bed, Claire bounced slightly from the impact of Dean's added weight. "Dude, enough already." Sam warned his brother in annoyance. Dean crossed his arms after he propped himself up against the headboard. "What?" "What?" Sam mocked. "Ever since we got here, you've been trying to pimp me out to Sarah! Just back off, alright?" "Well you like her, don't you?" Dean asked. Relenting, Sam threw his hands briefly in the air and turned his head away. “Alright, you like her. She likes you. You’re both consenting adults.” He listed off. “What’s the point, Dean? We’ll just leave. We always leave.” At this point Sam’s voice was getting higher with each word he said in protest. “Well, I’m not talking about marriage, Sam.” Dean laughed. “No, I don’t get it! What do you care if I hook up?” “So then maybe you wouldn’t be so cranky all the time.” Although there was a smile on his face, there was no trace of joking in Dean’s voice as he said this, leaving silence in the air. Claire watched intently as both brother’s made faces at each other before Sam scoffed. “You better be going somewhere with this, love.” Claire said quietly, looking down at the crappy stitching on the comforter covering the bed. Taking her advice, Dean sat up straight. “No, seriously, Sam. This isn’t just about hooking up, okay? I mean, I- I think that this... Sarah girl could be good for you.” While Sam looked away, Dean kept his eyes on his little brother, his face completely straight. “And I don’t mean any disrespect, but I’m… I’m sure that this is about Jessica, right?" More silence from Sam. Glancing between Sam and Claire, Dean took a few calming breaths as he thought over what he was going to say next. “You know that I… know what it’s like to lose someone like that. And don't treat me like I don't know what it feels like, ‘cause I do. Think about when Claire d-died.” If he didn’t have Sam’s attention at mentioning Jessica, which he did, he certainly had his attention now at the mention of their long dead, to Sam anyways, friend. Except for a very few number of mentions of her in the beginning, after a while Sam had started to treat Claire’s name as a sort of taboo, worried about what his brother would say or do; because for a while, it had not been pretty in the slightest. Dean’s refusal to talk about her or anything that had happened was what had led to the whole “no chick flick moments” rule. If Claire was ever mentioned in a conversation willingly, it was Dean who would bring her up, unless Sam was looking to get a rise out of his brother. Now, even Claire watched him with eyes wide open in shock at the mention of her own name. When Sam finally gathered himself enough to speak, he looked up at Dean sadly. “Why talk about her now? It’s been seven years since we lost her, and only now you talk about how you felt?” “Sammy…” Claire regarded him sadly, tears pooling in her eyes when she heard the break in his voice. “Look, I tried to hide it, but I know you saw through it sometimes.” Dean took a deep breath to calm himself, supposedly looking away, while really looking at Claire, before continuing. “I was a mess. Even if we only knew her for a little while, she changed my life for the better. But I know she wanted me to move on and find someone else, and I think maybe that’s what Jessica would want for you.” “Yeah, well you moved on pretty fast.” Sam rebutted. “No. No I didn’t.” Dean said in a hard voice, tears now building up in his eyes as well. “You don’t think it hurt for me waking up each morning and not seeing there? Not being able to hold her again? Not hear her talk or laugh? We were planning on running away together, Sammy; you know that. Quit the business, take you with us and be together. Even if we had been 18… 19 years old, I would have married her without a second thought. Because I loved her, god, I still love her.” By now both he and Claire were crying as he let out everything he had pent up for the last seven years. Sniffling and wiping his eyes, Dean gazed his eyes to Sam who had tears of his own silently running down his face. “I didn’t even want to live without her. I tried and I tried, but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.” “What are you sayin?” Sam croaked. “Remember my 5 states, 5 days trip?” Dean asked him, receiving a nod in confirmation. When this was mentioned, Claire froze, remembering exactly what Dean was talking about. Even though things had turned out fine in the end, she still cried for nights on end in the weeks that followed. “That week I had planned to end it all. To go out with a bang or something. I didn’t want to be without Claire, so I figured I’d join her. But I didn’t. I couldn’t leave you behind, and I knew she would have wanted me to keep on living, find someone else who could make me happy, and god forbid have fun once and awhile. So I did. Besides, if I had done it, she probably would have kicked my ass for leaving you behind like that.” “Yeah… I bet she would have.” Sam laughed a little, making Dean and Claire laugh as well. “I’ll always love her, and she’ll always be a part of me, but I had to learn to move on, and I’m sure Jessica would have wanted you to do the same.” Nodding in understanding, Sam considered the weight of what his brother had just told him, and seeing how right he was. “Yeah, you’re right.” He admitted. “A part of this is about Jessica. But not the main part.” This made Dean frown. “What’s it about?” When Sam kept quiet, he rolled his eyes and crossed his arms once more, leaning back against the headboard, seeing the touching moment was over. “Yeah, alright. Well, we still gotta see that painting, which means you still gotta call Sarah. So...” Without another word, Sam picked up his phone and dialed Sarah’s number. On the bed, Claire shuffled over to lay next to Dean. “I’m proud of you.” She whispered. While Dean didn’t look at her, he nodded slightly. He couldn’t help the slight smile that lifted his mouth however she followed her whisper with “I love you.” “Yeah good, good, really good.” Sam rambled on the phone, catching both Dean and Claire’s attention. “Smooth!” Dean whisper yelled across the room. Shaking his head at Dean, Sam continued. “So, ah, so listen. Me and my brother, were… Uh… Thinking that maybe we'd like to come back in and look at the painting again. I... I think maybe we are interested in buying it.” Listening carefully, his expression dropped as he jumped up from the table, his outburst making the other two watch him in curiosity. “What!? Who'd you sell it to?” Now Dean and Claire were up as well. “Sarah, I need an address right now.” * “Sarah’s here.” Claire shouted over the roaring of the Impala as it flew up the driveway, pointing to where a jeep sat parked in front of the house. “Son of a bitch.” Dean gritted as he brought the vehicle to a halt. “Sam, what's happening?” Sarah asked as the two brothers rushed out of the car. “Claire, house.” Dean muttered as he ran past Sam and Sarah. “On it.” Claire nodded before appearing inside the house. Inside it was quiet. Too quiet. Taking a breath, she tried her best to block out the sounds of the others outside as she studied her surroundings. While the first thought was this seems familiar, she shook away thoughts of the past while leaving the entrance to walk into the sitting room. Above the fireplace was the painting, looking as cold and unsettling as the first time she had seen it. Seeing someone sitting in the armchair in front of the fireplace, she circled around to stand before it. The sight that she was greeted with however drew a curse from her breath and left her stuck in place. As there was the sound of the front door banging open and the others rushed in calling for the woman, Evelyn, Claire felt a chill around her hand and up the back of her neck as the others walked into the adjoining room. In an instant, however, the feeling was gone, but nonetheless left her shivering. Looking up to meet Dean’s eye, she shook her head, making his shoulders drop. “Evelyn?” Sarah called out to the woman. Together the three of them cautiously made their way into the room, the boys watching the painting. “It's Sarah Blake… Are you all right?” Sam tore his eyes away from the painting however when he saw Sarah reach for the older woman. “Sarah don't. Sarah!” He shouted. It was too late however, as Evelyn’s head fell back, cleanly cut from the rest of her neck, causing the younger woman to scream in horror. The cold feeling was back, rushing up Claire’s spine, and clearly everyone else's as they all looked up to the painting to see Isaiah Merchant staring right back at them.

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