and she told him what to do

Respect Her

Imagine! Meant to post last night, but got tired and fell asleep before editing.

You are staring at yourself in the mirror, trying to see what Shawn sees in you. You honestly have no idea what he sees. 

He always says you’re beautiful, stunning, that you take his breath away. But you just can’t see it.

All you can see is your double chin, your puffy cheeks, wide hips, flat ass, thick thighs, flabby belly. 

The longer you stare, the worse you look. 

God this is what Shawn sees. 

“Hey Babe.” He says walking to your room. “Ready for our run?” He asks. 

You look over at him with a weak smile. 

“Babe are you okay?” He asks walking over to you, resting the back of his hand to your forehead. 

“What? I’m fine.” You push his hand away.

“You’re all sweaty, and flushed. are you feeling okay?”

“Yes Shawn I’m fine.” You giggle.

Lately you and Shawn have been going on a daily runs, but he doesn’t know that you go on two daily runs. You go for about two miles and then meet up with him, running another two with him, and sometimes you run another one. 

Just to burn those calories. 

“But.” He starts.

“I’m fine.” You say walking past him, grabbing your water bottle. 

He lets it go, but keeps a close watch on you. 


He catches you again, later that day, staring at yourself in the mirror. 

“Can’t stop looking at it either?” He says with a smirk. Your eyes go wide and you push his hands away as he tries to hug you from behind. He doesn’t quite catch your attitude until he goes to grab you again and this time you completely move away from him.

“Hey.” He says following you. 

“What Shawn?” You snap. He takes a step back, barely, and stares at you. 

“Whats wrong?” He asks, gaze softening. 

“I just don’t want you to touch me okay.” You say frustrated.

“Okay,” He says putting his hands up in surrender. 

“I have to go get ready for dinner.” You say going to your closet, resting your head in your hands. 

“Should we match tonight?” He asks following you, watching as you rub your eyes with the heel of your hand. “Baby?” He asks softly. “Tell me whats wrong.” 

“Just drop it.” You say looking up at him. He just stares at you. You take a breath and look at his side of the closet. “What are you gonna wear?” 

“Oh um,” He looks over and shrugs. “I don’t know, what should I wear?” He says walking a bit closer to you, slowly.

“I don’t know Shawn.” You sigh.

“I know, we’ll pick a color. Then I’ll pick your dress and you can pick my outfit out. Cute right?” He says, honestly it sounded like a lot of fun so you nodded, smiling. 

“What color?”

“You chose.”

“Um, blue?”

“Dark or light?”


“Ok, you pick mine, and I’ll pick yours.” He says smiling. Instead of looking at your side he simply walked out of the room. 

“Shawn? Where are you going?” You ask, looking through his shirts.

“To pick yours out, I’ll be back.” He says, and you hear him grab his keys and then walk out. 

“Oh god.” You mumble. 


“Go get dressed Babe.” He said handing you a black bag. 

“Here’s yours.” You say handing him a pile of clothes you’ve folded nicely.

“This is really exciting.” He says as you start to walk away. 

You go to your room and close the door, sneaking a peak into the bag. You pull out the most amazing dark blue dress. It’s shiny and goes to about mid thigh. It’s cute and shows off some cleavage. 

But under the dress was another bag. A pink and black bag.

“Oh my god.” You mumble as you pull the Victoria Secret bag out. 

He got you a matching set of dark blue lace underwear and panties. They were pretty cute, and when you put them on, because well it was apart of his choosing, they made you feel so confident. And made you feel sexy as hell. 

You slipped the dress on and smiled at yourself in the mirror.

When was the last time I smiled looking in the mirror.

“Shawn?” You call out.


“Straight, curled or up in a ponytail type of hair style.” Even though you knew the answer.

“Curled.” He yelled back. 

You smiled and turned your curling iron on. 


You opened the door and looked down, seeing a pair of heels that matched your dress. 

You smiled to yourself and slipped into the heels. 

You walked out to the front, heels clicking on the hard wood. Shawn stood up from his spot on the couch. Putting his phone in his back pocket.

“Jesus.” He breathed out as he looked at you. 

“Yeah?” You asked.

“Twirl.” He says motioning for you to twirl with his right index finger.You did as told and twirled.

“Holy fuck.” He mumbled, tugging at his curls.

“I like that shirt.” You said pointing at him.

“Yeah?” He said twirling, making you giggle.

“Yeah, shows off those badass tats.” You say as he comes closer.

“You do know this is a business dinner right?”

“Why get tattoo’s if your just gonna cover them, that’s just teasing.” You say as he smiles at you.

“Um you didn’t give me a pair of boxers, so I went commando.” He says grinning.

“You didn’t.” You say, deadpanning.

“Wanna check?” He teases.

“Kind of, yeah?” You laugh. He gulps. 

“What do you think of your outfit?” He changes the subject.

“I love it, baby you didn’t have to go out and buy me it.” You say walking into his embrace.

“I gotta spoil my girl.”

“Yeah but with a new dress, shoes, and a new set?” You say smirking.

“Well, the dress and shoes were for you. The set? That my dear is for me.”

“Thought so.” You giggle.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” 


This dinner is extremely boring for you. You have no idea what they are talking about because you zoned out about 20 minutes ago, and whenever Shawn looks at you you just smile at him. 

“I have to go to the bathroom, Y/n? Join me?” One of the other girlfriends, Nicole offers. You smile and nod. 


You get up and can feel Shawn’s gaze burning on you. 

You both enter the bathroom and she goes straight for the sink.

“God I hate these dinners, their so boring.” She says washing her hands.

“Yeah, usually I just zone out. Making lists about what I need to do the next day in my head.” You confess.

“Smart.” She says smiling at you in the mirror.

Somehow the topic comes around to food, and she’s talking about what you ordered.

“Don’t you think it was a bit much?”

“Oh the price?” You ask, because you planned on covering for yourself.

“No, not the price, lord knows these boys can handle a meal of that price. I mean the amount. It’s a bit much, I mean look at you. You gotta stop eating so much.” She says eyeing your stomach. 

You stopped in your tracks. Completely taking back by what she just said. 

“Excuse me?”

“Well come on dear, its the truth and we all know it.” She says. “Shawn ain’t gonna see you as a beautiful woman if you keep gaining.” 

You were appalled. You had actually thought that you were losing some weight.

“Um.” You didn’t know how to respond.

“Don’t take offense honey, it’s life. Some are rounder than others.” She shrugged walking out of the bathroom. 

And just like that, the good mood Shawn got you into was gone. With a 30 second conversation about your meal. All those thoughts that were in your head all morning and afternoon were now screaming at you. 

You exit, not looking at yourself, and take your seat next to Shawn. Your meal had been delivered and you noticed Nicole look at you with a frown. 

You were starving, but she was right. How could you eat like this and expect to lose weight. 

So you discreetly picked at your food, not eating really anything. Shawn noticed, letting his hand rest on your thigh before you pushed it off.

“Hey.” He whispered in your ear, so no one else would hear.

“Not now.” You barely met his gaze.

“Are we back to this?” He said trying to get your attention.

“Don’t Shawn.” You sneered. 

He huffed and ordered you a box even though you told him it was okay. But you secretly thanked him because that was an expensive meal that you didn’t eat. 


“Care to explain what’s wrong yet?” He asked once the car doors were closed.

“Please Shawn, not right now.” You sighed.

“No, I thought I broke this. I thought I got you feeling better.” He said staring at you fiercely. 

“You did.” You whispered.

“Then what?”


“Y/n tell me what is wrong? You are killing me here, I know something is up and you wont tell me. I thought we didn’t keep things from each other.”

“We don’t” You defended turning to look at him.

“Then tell me whats wrong.” He whispered, he looked so distraught. It’s now you realized how worried and concerned he is. 

Just tell him. 

“I just,” You start. “I just am having some body image issues.” 

“What?” He says in shock, not the answer he was expecting.

“I have been feeling bad about myself lately and it was really bad this morning. It was practically gone when I put this outfit on, but Nicole.” You stopped yourself.

“What did Nicole do?”

“She pretty much told me that you would no longer wanna be with me if I gained any more weight.”

“WHAT?” He said becoming angry. “That’s fucking ridiculous.”

“No it’s not Shawn, she’s right. I’m a fat piece of shit.” You say, shaking your head.

“HEY!” He shouted at you. Shocking you. “Don’t you EVER speak about MY girlfriend like that.” He warned you. 

“Shawn.” You sighed.

“No, listen to me. That hurts my feelings. I love you and you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Your fucking curves kill me, I can barely keep my hands off of you. I’m not liking this ‘push Shawn’s hands away’ thing. You’re mine and I’m gonna hold you when I want to. You are beautiful, stunning, funny, a smart ass, smart, caring, compassionate, and most importantly mine.” 

“Really?” You ask, tearful.

“Come here.” He say pulling you over the console, sitting you on his lap.

“Jesus, do you know how bad you’re killing me in this dress.” He says running his hands up and down your thighs.

“No.” You mumble.

“Let’s just say, I had no idea what we were talking about at dinner because all I could think about was getting you home.” He smirks. “That dress is beautiful, but I’d rather see what you look like without it on.” 

You laugh and lightly smack his chest. 


“No, you think you look fat. Ha, babe you are not fat. You aren’t even close to being fat. Like miles away from being fat.”

“But this afternoon you said ‘You staring at it to?’” 

“Yeah, how beautiful you are. I know that I can’t stop staring at it.” 

You smile and lean your head against his shoulder.

“No yeah, that makes sense.” You mumble.

“What did you think I meant?”

“My stomach.”

“Stop, you’re killing me here.” He says making you look at him. 

“I love you.”

“I love you more.” He says tucking a curl behind your ear.

“Take me home.” You say crawling back to your seat. 

“It’s about fucking time, I’ve been waiting all night to take you home.”

And just like that, everything Nicole had said vanished from your mind. All that mattered was what Shawn said. 

EXO Reaction when their GF changes them for a videogame/online game

Xoxo, Admin A~

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*Writing a new song while you play* “I should have… taught her the world of music…. not the world of gaming yeah~”


“Do you want to have some…. sexy time, oh you are busy? I see… no worries… I’ll just go to the bathroom….” 


*Needs attention* “Jagi please… give me a kiss? Yes? No? fine I’ll go ask Luhan he might say yes” 


“ImmagoplayLolIt’sSoFun ugh” *Someone’s angry* “Fine ImmagoBuySomeGucciForMyselfBai” *Very angry* “And cake! Just for me! I’ll make out with the cake!”


“Hello? Is this Anonymous gamers hotline? Can you help me? how do I get my girlfriend back? She won’t leave the computer… I’m scared that hot animated dude might have stolen my girlfriend”


*Just watching you and thinking* “One day she’ll come home and the TV is gone… not gonna be able to watch my drama anymore but… ugh I want the TV gone… I’m jealous… yes tomorrow I’m giving it away.” *Sips cup of coffee*


*Such a dramatic baby* “Did she just… killed me? I thought we were a couple…. together forever… I need a break… this is betrayal..” *The student became better than the teacher xD*


*This is him behind the computer doing everything he can to get your attention back* “Maybe I should start taking my clothes off now”


Sehun: “Why are we running away hyung?”
Chen: “Because I just broke my jagi’s laptop and told her it was you… at least she’s giving me attention now”


“I wonder what she will do when she realizes her biggest enemy is me… she’ll realize all those fights have actually been online dates xD” *Someone’s been very busy leveling up his character* 


“That game thinks it’s better than me? We’ll see… it can’t win against my famous shirtless floor humping”


“I should buy all the internet in Korea and not give her the password…. yeah this sounds like the solution” *Someone’s desperate*

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Letting Go - 4 Striptease

for @tpthvegebulsmutfest

He stood in her lab, eyeing the equipment and half-put together machinery. He had seen similar rooms before on Frieza’s outer stations. He did not much care for them. The room smelt unpleasant, of strange chemicals, motor oil, and burnt wires among other things. Bulma had asked him to take a seat but Vegeta remained standing, waiting for her to return from wherever it was she had ducked off to. He didn’t know why he was humoring her.

[Read more under the break or over on AO3. Read from part one here.]

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Time for a story - If I didn’t have you

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Felicity closed the door behind herself as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake up the kids. The house seemed to be dark apart from the light that came from the living room and she smiled quietly at the thought that she wasn’t alone or the only one awake. She dropped her keys in the bowl on the small table next to the door, put her purse to the topmost shelf of the wardrobe and her high heels to the bottommost step of the stairs, so she would remember taking them upstairs when she went to bed.

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No Control | Chapter Thirty-Eight


Micky Bennett: college student, loyal friend, aspiring nurse, One Direction fan, Harry Styles enthusiast. Her best friend, Trevor, wins tickets to a show in New Jersey with meet and greet passes. Micky expects a quick photo op with the boys and a great night at the concert with her best friend. What she gets a whole lot more than she bargained for.

To read previous chapters, you can go here.

*Please feel free to reblog and send feedback. It’s much appreciated :)*

*Gif is not mine.*


“You never actually talked about what was going on between him and Kendall, did you?” Trev asks once we’re back at the flat, after I’ve told him everything that happened while we were at Harry’s house. 

He’s in the kitchen, making me a cuppa—something I’ve taught him to do well in the nearly four years that we’ve been friends—as I lounge on the couch. “No, it got brushed over amidst all the baby stuff and getting over what happened when we lost contact. Kendall hadn’t even crossed my mind, honestly.”

He shrugs as he hands me my steaming mug over the back of the couch. “I really hadn’t thought of her, either, to be honest. Kinda completely forgot that she was even in Harry’s life.”

I take a sip of the tea as he settles into the couch beside me, and the bitter flavor washes over my tongue. The shudder that runs through my body isn’t from the tea, though. It’s from the memory of what she said while I was in the loo and the images it’s created in my head.

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I don’t normally venture onto Twitter much, because it tends to be a full on toxic dumpster fire somewhere around 98% of the time, but I decided to brave it today.  *shakes head*  Really, anti-CSers?  You’re really arguing that Emma is a terrible, horrible person for abandoning her “child” in the alternate Enchanted Forest?

You are aware that Henry’s a grown man who can make his own choices, right?  Did you miss the part where Emma told him she would love for him to come home with her, but she respected his choice to stay and fight for his own Happy Ending?  Did you ever think maybe it’s actually healthy for a grown man to forge his own path without having to hold his mommy’s hand while doing so?


1. Having a second child is not “replacing” the first.  Parents do not cease loving and caring about their oldest child when they have other children.  Trust me, I know.  My parents had 7 more kids after me, and guess what?  They didn’t stop loving me.

2. There’s nothing wrong or unfeminist about a woman making a choice to marry the man she loves and have a baby with him.  You wouldn’t make that choice?  Fine.  That’s your right, but if you’re honestly concerned with women choosing their own path, then you respect the choice a woman makes.

3. Really?  The writers destroyed Emma’s happiness just to give Hook his Happy Ending?  Yeah, that’s why she couldn’t keep the smile off her face when she was telling Henry about the new baby.  Because, I mean, I always nearly jump up and down with excitement when I’m talking about things that took away my happiness. *eyeroll*

Look, bottom line is this:  Emma Swan got her Happy Ending.  She has a family, she has a son (and another child on the way), she has a husband she loves and who loves her, and she has more friends than she can count.  The Lost Girl finally found her home, and I, for one, think that’s absolutely beautiful.

Candy Wrapper

Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier

Rating: T

Summary: “I’m not going to tell Richie that I love him because you think a candy wrapper told me to!” He was going to tell Richie he loved him because Beverly Marsh and candy wrapper told him to. 

Eddie stared down at the candy wrapper in his hands. He had smoothed out the wrinkles so that the message could clearly be read there.

“Do something that scares you.”

“Come on Eddie, you promised. What’s something you can do that scares you?” Beverly said. They were alone in Eddie’s room, Eddie’s mom had gone to do errands, as she did every Friday afternoon and wouldn’t be back for a few hours if her previous habits held true. They had started out doing what they always did, bitching and eating junk food. It was very therapeutic. Today’s topics had ranged from rumors to homework assignments, even to their boyfriends. They both regretted that last one a bit, but one of the bonuses about these afternoons they spent together was that nothing left the room. They also didn’t offer advice, unless the other explicitly asked for it. Something the rest of the losers didn’t quite understand that when Bev and Eddie were complaining about something, they often didn’t need advice or even a response. Stan and Mike liked to give logical thought out plans, Ben and Bill liked to offer to fix things, and Richie, he cracked jokes and sometimes offered to beat people up. None of them had any grasp on the concept of venting. Hence why Bev and Eddie were sitting on Eddie’s bedroom floor, eating chocolate and lamenting about various things in their lives. After the very incriminating conversation about Ben and Richie though, they were kind done with complaining, but Bev didn’t want to go home, and Eddie hated being alone in his house, so Beverly came up with a new game. The chocolate they were eating had messages on the foil wrappers. These messages were usually pieces of advice or personal affirmations.  They would both pick one from the bag and whatever the advice on the wrapper was, they had to follow through with by the end of the week. Beverly, because she’s the luckiest person alive got one that said, “Get a good night’s sleep.” While she cackled about how her game had backfired, Eddie unwrapped his, and that message that would change everything was revealed to him.

“I don’t know Bev, I’ve done a lot of things that have scared me. I can think of a couple of incidents with a killer clown, for one thing, then there’s also, raising my hand in  AP world history, trying out for the baseball team, asking Richie Tozier if he was my boyfriend, getting forcibly removed from the homecoming dance, AFTER mouthing off to the vice principal. There aren’t a lot of things that don’t scare me, Bev.” Eddie said.

“I can think of one, we were just talking about it, around ten minutes ago.”

“Oh, no, Bev, I can’t you know I can’t.”

“You can and you will! A deal’s a deal! You’ve got to tell Richie you love him!”

“I’m not going to tell Richie that I love him because you think  a candy wrapper  told me to!”

He was going to tell Richie he loved him because Beverly Marsh and candy wrapper told him to.

His largest problem was, of course, he had no idea how to do it. In the movies that he and Ben liked to watch during their monthly “we both really like romance and if you tell anyone I’ll kill you” movie nights, declarations of love were Big Deals. They involved planning, grand gestures, exactly the right moment. Eddie couldn’t exactly confess after the big school dance, they were too young to go to prom, or run through an airport screaming, or even stand under Richie’s window with a boombox, he couldn’t really lift a boom box, nor did he have one. He was kind of stumped. It’s not like he could even ask any of his friends for help, he was in uncharted territory. On top of that, he had a schedule to keep, if he didn’t complete this task by the following Friday, there would be consequences.

The whole next day he was worried about it. He didn’t want to say it at the wrong time or in the wrong way, and he definitely didn’t want to have to say it more than once. It couldn’t be a grand gesture, for one, someone might see it, for another, if he went to all out he might scare Richie. Oh god, what if it was too soon. What if he said it and Richie bailed because it was too much. He felt completely screwed.

“Hey Mrs. Hanscom, is Ben there?” Eddie sat on his bedroom floor and spoke quietly into the phone. He didn’t want his mother to overhear him.

“Sure Eddie, I’ll get him.” Mrs. Hanscom called across the house for her son.

“Hey, Eddie, what’s up?” Ben answered the phone casually.

“I need help haystack. I made a deal with Bev, that I would tell Richie I loved him by Friday. I don’t know what to do.” Eddie said in a rush.

“Okay, Eddie, take a breath there little dude. You do love Richie, don’t you?”


“And you’re seeing him tonight right?”


“So there you go, it doesn’t have to be a big deal, just find a moment.”  Find a moment, okay find a moment. He can absolutely do that.

Later that evening, Richie and Eddie were curled up on Richie’s couch. Richie was laid out with his head on Eddie’s chest. They were going to watch a movie but neither of them was really in the mood. Richie was more interested in kissing Eddie, and Eddie was preoccupied with trying to find the right time to tell Richie he loved him. They were just sort of lying there, not talking, not kissing, just sitting there, when Eddie blurted out:

“I love you.” Shit! That was the exact opposite of what he wanted to do! Shit!

“Uh, I have to go.” Richie jumped off the couch and bolted towards the door.

“Richie! Wait!” but Richie was already gone. “We’re in… your house…”

Eddie did the only thing he could think to do. He went home and cried. He turned off all of the lights and covered himself in as many blankets as he could find and cried. When he had been crying for what felt like hours, and his eyes were scratchy and his breath was coming out in hiccups. He removed himself from his blanket den and took a deep breath, then another one and another one. While he was breathing, he heard a bang on his window. He quickly dried his eyes and went to investigate. Richie was standing beneath Eddie’s window. Behind him, the sidewalk read “I love you too!” in chalk. Eddie began to cry again.

“Oh Fuck! Eds! Don’t cry! Shit! Can I come up?” Eddie nodded, still crying, and opened the window. Richie climbed up the side of the house with practiced ease and soon found himself in Eddie’s room with his arms around a crying Eddie.

“Oh, Eds, I’m so sorry I freaked out, there’s just not a lot of people running around saying they love me. I don’t even remember the last time I heard it from my parents. So, yeah, hearing you say you love me was scary. But, I love you, of course, I love you.” Richie whispered into Eddie’s hair.  Eddie pulled away and quickly dried his eyes once more.

“Richie, this is definitely in the top five most romantic things you’ve ever done and I absolutely forgive you, and I love you. But how are you gonna get rid of the writing on the sidewalk?”

“Don’t worry about it babe, the sprinklers will take care of it. If you’ve forgiven me, does that mean I can stay the night?” Eddie just nodded and buried his face into Richie’s shoulder.

Different kind of afterlife ch.5

Waking one morning Thorin walked out to see y/n’s bedroom door open but didn’t see her anywhere. He had been here for two weeks now and not once had he seen her gone int he morning. He knew she worked nights at the pub but normally she was always up when he awoke in the mornings. Furrowing his brows he looked around her home. Searching the fridge he settled on a bowl of what y/n had told him was cereal. Looking out the window he saw her truck gone and figured she had things to do. Fixing himself a large bowl of the milk and ‘Trix’ he sat at the table to eat. It was quiet in the house when he was alone and rather lonely. Taking a bite of the food he heard a rumble and looked to see her pulling into the drive way. Staring out at her he did not think she knew he was there because he saw her whip her eyes. She was crying. Something was wrong. Standing he walked over to the door and slipped on his boots before going outside. Knocking on the window he saw her jump. 

Startled you looked over to see Thorin standing at your passenger window looking at you. Quickly looking away you opened the door to your truck and hopped out. Before he could make it over to you you were walking towards the house.

As soon as she looked at him he saw it. Seeing her get out of the truck and go towards the house he followed. “Y/n are you alright?" 

"I’m fine Thorin just a long night.” you said moving to the door. Kicking off your boots you went to walk to your bedroom when a strong hand grabbed your wrist. 

“Look at me.” he said in a deep but gentle voice.

“I said I was fine Thorin.” you said, avoiding eye contact with him. 

Standing tall he pulled her to him and cupped her cheek with his other hand. Tilting her face up he felt a rage fill him. Covering her beautiful face was a light bruise. Seeing her avoiding his eyes he tightened his jaw and ran his thumb over her busted lip. “Who did this to you?” he growled.

“Doesn’t matter.” you said. Trying to pull your arm out of his grasp you found your couldn’t. 

“It does matter. Who ever hurt you needs to be taken care of..”

“No Thorin. No. It won’t change anything trust me. I have dealt with it before and I will handle it now.” you said, trying to hold back your emotions.

“Y/n just let me…”

“Stop…. I just want o go to bed Thorin. I’m tired and I have to be back at work in a few hours…. I just want to go get a shower and go to sleep. Please.” you said with a whimper.

Letting out a deep sigh he dropped his head. Letting go of her wrist he dropped his hand from her face and nodded. “Very well dear one. As you wish.” he said and saw her look at her feet before slowly walking into her room and shutting the door. As soon as she was gone from his sight he clenched his hands into fists and grit his teeth. Some one had harmed her. Had put their hands on her. His dear y/n. Coming up with an idea in his head he raised his chin and went back to eat his cereal. 


Waking up you tried your best to cover up your bruised face with make up. Wincing at the sensitive area you sighed before opting to leave your hair down to cover it. Slipping on your boots you walked out to find Thorin not in the living room or kitchen. Furrowing your brows you saw his bedroom door closed and guessed he was already sleeping. Sighing you hopped you hadn’t offended him earlier. The two of you had gotten very close over the past few weeks. You talked and shared life stories, your interests and dislikes. In all honestly you had told him more about yourself than any of your past boyfriends. The thought of him as your boyfriend made you blush. You couldn’t lie that you found him attractive, I mean who wouldn’t? He was charming and a true gentleman, unlike the men from your town, unlike the man from last night. To be completely honest there was just something about Thorin that drew you to him. But then your smile fell. Thorin was a king. A king from another land with beautiful women probably waiting in lines to marry him. Feeling your shoulders drop you sighed, at least you had him for another week. You would enjoy your time with him while you could. Not wanting to wake him up you slipped out to your truck and drove to the bar you worked at frowning at seeing the parking lot already packed. Taking a deep breath you got out of the truck and headed in. 


Sitting up in the back of the truck bed Thorin looked around to see the pub. It was log cabin of sorts but large with lights coming from it. Hopping out of the truck he headed inside. He looked at the men standing around with distaste, smelling the alcohol on them. Growling under his breath he pushed open the door and looked around. There were tables set out everywhere with people sitting at them. Most were men but a woman filled the seats every so often. They looked unclean and whoreish if anyone would ask him. Not a companion he would want to take to his bed. Seeing a blur of h/c hair he looked over ot see y/n working behind the counter. She didn’t yet notice him and was busy handing a man a large mug of what he guessed was beer. Seeing the man snatch it away from her he grunted and walked over to sit at the opposite corner of the bar she was standing at. He watched her for a while. She was quick on her feet and knew what some of the men wanted before they even asked. When she turned to grab something she looked up and saw him. Her eyes went wide and he quickly gave her a large grin. Watching her brows furrow she quickly handed the man his drink before walking over to him. 

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“What are you doing here? How did you even get here?” you asked. 

“I wanted to see where you work.” he said in as innocent of a voice as he could.

Raising one brow you looked at him. “So this has nothing to do with this morning?” you asked.

“Didn’t say that.” he said lifting his chin. Hearing her growl at him he raised his hands in defense. “ I am only here if you need me. I  promise I will not start any trouble for you.”

Rolling your eyes you grabbed him a bottle of beer from under the counter. “You better not or I’ll dye your hair green in your sleep.” you said, placing the beer in front of him.

Smiling he lifted his beer, “You’re bluffing. You like my hair too much.” he said with a wink as he took a sip of his beer.

Feeling a blush heat you cheeks you quickly turned and went back to work. 


The night went by fairly quickly at first. You had ordered him a burger and fries to eat and had even got to take a break and have one drink with him. He seemed to come to realize that the people here were not the friendliest of people and you saw out of the corner of your eye at times when his fist would clench on the bar top if a person was too rude to you but he said nothing thankfully. You had introduced him to you co- worker, Ashley who was seven months pregnant. She was a nice girl who you knew had no place working in a seedy bar like this. Her husband was deployed right now and his paycheck alone wasn’t cutting their rent and bills. You had just got done whipping down tables when you heard the door slam open and instantly you felt your face drop. It was him. 


A week or so later, Alex told Beth to meet him in the common room. When he walked in, Beth got the shock of her life.

Alex: Sooooo? What do you think!?

Beth: Umm uh…

Alex: Oh god is it bad?

Beth: No don’t be silly! I think it’s cute! Is this your new ‘edgy’ look? All black with grey hair?

Alex: It’s supposed to be silver!

Beth: Sure, sure - old man…

They both laughed. Beth did like his hair, it was this cool silver tone - but she couldn’t help teasing him!

also thank you @littlemissnellie for recolouring this hair cos I was too fussy with the EA swatches lmao.

WKM - What happened?

I’m going to cover all of this mess in this post. It’s just what I think could be the truly amazing story behind this amazing video series. 

There are LOTS of questions in my own head and I’m gonna try answering (hopefully) most of them! Here we go!


The biggest question raised is, obviously, who killed Markiplier? From what we could gather throughout the series, demons are likely to exist in this scenario.

Even the newspaper gives a hint that the mayor might have been a “demon in disguise”. So there are spiritual, supernatural things happening here. I, for one, can not answer the biggest question out of all, how he died and who he was killed by. I can only make one assumption; here’s my theory.

We know that Mark’s body went missing at some point. Where exactly is never shown or hinted at, but I have a likely theory that Mark himself was the one to hide his own body in form of his spirit. Or just, behind all that was happening in general. However, what we do know is that Mark, I quote (Damien): “(He) trapped us here in this broken shell and we had no way out.” 

It seems established that, during the time we were outside to talk to the gardener, Damien and Celine tried to reach out to Mark(’s ghost), hence she wanted to “talk to the dead”. During that time, Mark took the chance to inhabit Damien’s body and trap him inside his own, dead shell that could not be used anymore. Whilst doing so he either accidentally killed Celine by possessing her first, her not being able to hold the soul inside her body, OR Celine did not die and let Damien inside her body to save him from being thrown into the corpse, which would explain why she was red and blue in the end sequence of Chapter 3. She also appears to be having two pairs of eyes above her head at one point. Possibly a hint that she’s two in one at that point?

Either way, we know that Damien represents BLUE and Celine represents RED thanks to the ending of Chapter 4:

Which is why it could very well be that She kept Damien’s soul inside her body for a short while to save his life. And of course Damien was PISSED after that, betrayed by whom he cared for, who he fought Will for and whom he thought was a good, a childhood friend he could trust. That’s for the angry step towards us, the angry stare. He looks at us, knowingly. He chooses his victim that very moment.

We are told to run. The door closes and Celine does not come out. Her shell possibly broke and both souls were set free without a shell, or she kept it up and waited for the right moment to talk to us. 

The right moment being the time Will shot us.

And here is the thing; We did NOT die. If you listen closely, you can hear a faint heartbeat in the background during this very scene. They both tell you to believe them, tell you stories to make you feel sorry for them. Which, of course, you do. Damien seems pissed and loses his temper once more, like he did with the Colonel before, and shouts angrily that Mark walks around in his body. Which is why I think that part is true. He couldn’t take his anger in. He can’t, he has a low temper, that’s just it.

But Celine reminds him that he “can’t do this right now”. Reminds us to believe them. What you’re told is that Mark trapped both of them inside his old, dead body and that they brought you there so you have a chance to survive. Damien tells you that you can’t survive on your own and Celine says she can bring you back the same way she brought you there. But what Damien says afterwards is the most important clue.

He says: “But you can’t survive on your own. You’re .. dead, after all. (…) I know this all sounds crazy. Honestly, I don’t know what the fuck is going on. But I know that I trust Celine. And if you trust us … let me in. We can fix this.”

Gathered: Damien lies to you after all this time of actually being genuine. He was betrayed by Mark, knows that you trust him, wants revenge and is angry. He lures you into a false sense of security, tells you you can fix this together. He makes you feel like a friend by telling you that he feels the same way about all of this. And then, he mentions that oh so beloved trust of his. That one thing he completely lost thanks to Mark. 

Also important to note; It is ONLY DAMIEN that inhabits your body after all of this. Why is that?
Celine states that she can send “you” back, not “us”. She says “you” have a choice. And Damien ends his sentence with “let me in.” Not let us in.

You trust Damien and he tells you that it will work, he promises.

And it does work! You wake up in your own body, get up, meet the Colonel who is completely out of it by now.

He does not recognize us as a “Dark” or “Damien” because we don’t look like Damien yet and Dark doesn’t exist yet either. Damien, at this point, is inside our body and trying to take over. 

We listen to what Will says and see him, in desperation and utter confusion, try to find his dear friends he lost.

Once he’s away, only THEN do we walk over to the mirror. And here is where it gets interesting.

We take Damien’s cane: Take a look at the hands.

A thin, female and young looking hand (possibly Amy wee i love her), but then something happens.

The hand changes, transforms into a different one. Into a hand similar to Damien’s. Because Damien is inhabiting your body by himself. Celine is likely still in Mark’s body or, as I mentioned earlier, never died to begin with. It’s Damien who was so fed up, he had to use you to get what he wants. And he gets it alright:

A body. A shell to use as a puppet. He transformed your body into a copy of his own. Mark likely still uses actual Damien’s body, but Damien had to make you look like him to finish this with you. 

Then this happens.

And sad music plays in the background all throughout this scene and it broke my heart - but why did it break my heart? Because that right there is a representation of broken trust, my friends. Damien threw us out of the body he stole from us and trapped us either behind our screens or in that mirror (hence the weird noise light inside the crack). He used us. He manipulated us. We were his first victim.

And he feels bad about it at first. Note how Dark’s look changes after he throws us out? Because now we can see what he truly is; a broken man. He had so much trust in Mark, in us. He was a genuine, good and kind hearted man. He neglected his other friends for Mark only to then find himself betrayed by Mark or whatever he had unleashed that day. He is troubled, his emotions are a whirlwind and all the while he has to keep his anger inside. After all, Damien has a short and low temper. Guilty about what happened, he looks up at you.

Reminds himself that he has a goal now; take revenge. Looks at you now with almost disgust to make you feel even worse. This is a reflection of his own emotions that very moment. We are supposed to feel exactly what Damien felt. Betrayal, fear, loneliness. An end. The mirror itself is a genius metaphor for this.

He then leaves us. Clearly guided by rage and hatred and you can FEEL that, I get goosebumps just thinking about this. (@markiplier frickin amazing acting, dude!) Anyway, here he makes up his mind to take back control over what is rightfully his. Mark; his own body.

We are then left in darkness, questioning and clueless, sad and quite literally broken. 

Dark’s origin, ladies and gentlemen.

(just my take on this. It’s probably, like, super wrong lmao also sorry for the long post ilyall)

Mothers’ Weekend

Hello there! Long time, no see (my bad I know) but, here: an Alicia Zimmermann-centric piece as she goes to Parents’ Weekend during Jack’s freshmen year. [focus on Alicia, Jack, and Shitty] 6k

Somewhere, deep in her heart, Alicia Zimmermann knows she is a bad mother.

It started out as a worry, as maybe it does for all new mothers, that she will be a bad mother. That she won’t know what to do with a baby or a toddler that one day she will accidentally drop him or forget to feed him or feed him something he is actually allergic to or maybe she’ll scar him emotionally somehow and she worried but she survived his childhood okay. And then, after he was five or six, she stopped worrying about it. She thought she was doing pretty good. Jack had hockey and loved hockey and, sure, they didn’t have deep emotional talks but she didn’t exactly have any basis of comparison. Television families told her she was doing okay. No teenage boy wanted to have deep talks with his mother. And, look, if Jack didn’t talk to her all that much as he turned 12 and then 13, at least he was still talking to his father. Mostly still about hockey but she… she thought that had counted. Hockey was like French, to her. Another language she could understand but couldn’t quite speak. But Bob could. He was on top of it. Jack was taken care of.

She loved Jack. That was never the problem. The problem was that her love wasn’t enough. It didn’t matter. It didn’t alert her to any of the facts and maybe it even blinded her– She loved her son and her son loved hockey and so she loved hockey too. She loved her son and then her son seemed to love a boy named Kent and they never talked about it but she let Kent come over all the time and she figured they would discuss it at some point. She just… assumed everything was okay. Even after he was diagnosed with the anxiety disorder and given pills. It was always… well, that was a little problem but it’s handled and under control and everything is okay now.

See. Bad mother.

A good mother would have known somehow.

A good mother would have pushed and prodded or sensed it without even having to be told.

A good mother would have paid attention to how hard Jack was on himself. A good mother would have made sure her son had interests outside of hockey. A good mother would have known that Jack’s long silences after losses weren’t normal. A good mother would have preached balance and fostered friendships with different types of people and stopped the fucking hockey.

She didn’t though. Stop the hockey. No, not Alicia Zimmermann. She encouraged it. She went to the games and cheered the loudest and she even loved it a little bit because she thought it brought him joy, like his father. She bought into the vision: Jack playing hockey like Bob, the Zimmermann legacy continued throughout the ages…

God, she even used to tease Jack about how it took his father three years to win a Cup and she was sure Jack could manage it faster than his old man.

A good mother wouldn’t have done that. So, see, she’s always been a bad mother. Even now, now that she’s almost lost him, now that she’s promised to do better, now that she’s finally read all the books and online articles about anxiety and pressure and the danger of sports and hockey culture… now she’s still just as bad. Just for different reasons.

Now she is a bad mother because it’s Saturday afternoon and he’s been at Samwell for almost three months and she does not feel like mothers are supposed to feel in this moment.

She glances around. At the sea of other mothers and fathers crammed onto Samwell’s campus for Parents’ Weekend. They are not nervous. They are excited. Happy. Enthusiastic. Overjoyed to see the teenager they had left just a couple months ago again. To her right is a father almost (but not quite) breaking into a run to give his son a hug. To her left, a mother has burst into tears. Happy tears.

And then there’s her. She’s not excited to see Jack. Well, no. No, it’s not that she’s not excited. She is. She is. (She is. She repeats it once more just to remind herself). She is just…

She is nervous too. More nervous than she is excited.

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the losers club: coming out
  • When Stan came out as gay, his dad thought he was joking. He laughed in Stan’s face and clapped his hand on Stan’s shoulder and was wheezing for a good while. However, when Donald realised he wasn’t joking, he got quiet. He didn’t say anything until Stan turned to leave, and then he pulled Stan into a hug. It was weird for Stan at first, but he let it happen. He said, “I’m so proud of you.” That’s when Stan started crying. He and his family went out for dinner that night to celebrate.
  • When Mike came out as bisexual, his grandfather dismissed it as a phase. When he came home with a girlfriend, Leroy was pleased. When he came home a few months later with a boyfriend, Leroy was cold and wouldn’t talk to him for a few days. Eventually, he sat Mike down and asked him if that boy was really who he loved at that time. Mike was hesitant to reply with a short nod, and Leroy nodded back. He told Mike, “Treat him right. Don’t let anyone come between you. Now, get back to work.”
  • When Bill came out as pansexual, his parents had no fucking clue what it meant. He explained it calmly, that he didn’t give a shit what someone’s (Stan’s) gender was, as long as they (Stan) were nice to him and cared about him enough to date him. They accepted him and didn’t make a big deal of it, which he was glad for.
  • Ben never really figured things out. He mostly liked girls, but there were very rare occasions (mostly around Mike) where he got nervous around boys and wanted to hold their hand, but thinking about doing anything sexual with a dude made him feel queasy. He told his mother about this, and her reaction was what anyone would expect at that: he was confused. She gave him time to figure it out.
  • Bev told her aunt she was bisexual (mostly into girls. Like… ninety percent into girls. Ben was sweet, though. She liked him.) when she was in her late teens. Her aunt… didn’t give a single shit. She nodded and took a drag from her cigarette and said, “Don’t let ’em treat ya wrong, Bevvy. Don’t matter if they’re a lady, like yaself. She treats you wrong, she gets gone, ya here me?”
  • Eddie came out as gay as soon as he figured out he was. His mother was extremely angry at first, yelling and blaming Richie for her not being able to have grandchildren, but when Eddie pointed out to her that he hadn’t planned on having kids anyway, she calmed down. She kept asking if he was sure, if he was joking, if he was one hundred fucking percent sure. He said yes, of course, and she sighed. She wasn’t happy, but she accepted it.
  • Richie wasn’t as lucky as everyone else. He told his parents that he liked boys, and they ignored it at first. However, when he talked about having a boyfriend, they got pissed. They tried to interrogate him into telling him who (he refused, he didn’t want them to hurt Eddie.) and his mother even took it far enough to throw a bottle at him. He ended up avoiding them as much as possible after that. Stan’s parents made him dinner when he came over red-eyed and sniffling because of it.
everybody wants to love you!

anonymous requested: for the soulmate prompt thing at first i was like aww for number 18 but then i just imagined modern reddie and eddie has fucking all star by smashmouth stuck in his head who the fuck is singing all start oh it’s richie (also on ao3)

Everyone knew that if a song was stuck in your head, it was because your soulmate was singing it. Eddie had always thought it was cute until it began happening to him. Now the main reason he wanted to meet his soulmate was to strangle them for singing such annoying songs.

Eddie struggled to concentrate on the textbook in front of him. He groaned and closed the book, resting his face in his hands. Bill gave him a concerned look over his laptop.

“Something wrong, Eddie?” he asked.

The brunet looked at him in exasperation. “They’re singing again. Why do they always have to start singing whenever I’m doing something important!?”

Bill smiled sympathetically. “What is it this time?”

Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me / I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed / She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb / In the shape of an “L” on her forehead

“Fucking ‘All Star’ by Smash Mouth. I hate my life, Bill.”

His friend laughed. “You say that now but you’ll change your mind when you meet your soulmate.”

The hypochondriac rolled his eyes. “Whatever, Bill. You’re not the one with a soulmate that sings meme songs and weird indie shit. I wish my soulmate sang pretty songs like yours,” he grumbled.

Hey now, you’re an all-star, get your game on, go play / Hey now, you’re a rock star, get the show on, get paid / And all that glitters is gold / Only shooting stars break the mold

Eddie whined again and buried his face in his arms.

“I want to die.”

He shot Bill a glare when he laughed.


“Are we rehearsing tonight?” Bill asked the lead singer and founder of their band.

Richie groaned. “I don’t want to but we have to keep practicing that song we’re gonna cover for the show on Friday, which is two days from now. So yeah, we’re rehearsing.”

Bill snorted. “Alright, I’ll let Bev know then.”

He left to call their bassist and Richie leaned back in the lounge chair in the Student Union. He began to hum the tune of their new song. The trashmouth pulled out his notebook and scribbled down some notes and lyric ideas.

I come home in the morning light / My mother says when you gonna live your life right / Oh mother dear we’re not the fortunate ones / And girls they wanna have fun / Oh girls just want to have fun

Richie smiled wide as he stilled his hand. He really wanted to meet his soulmate. From what he could gather by their taste in music, they’d be fun to be around.

“What are you smiling about?”

He looked up. Bill sat down across from him, eyebrow raised knowingly. Richie’s cheeks reddened as he looked back to his notebook.

When the working / When the working day is done / Oh when the working day is done oh girl / Girls, they wanna have fun

“My soulmate’s singing.”

Bill nodded, a smirk forming. “Beverly’s on her way,” he told him. “She’s bringing dinner, also.”

“God bless her fucking soul.”


Eddie watched as Stan threw himself dramatically on the couch in his apartment. He groaned loudly before regaining his composure and sitting up.

“Everything okay, Stan?” Eddie asked, genuinely concerned for his friend.

The curly haired teen looked up at him. “Yes and no.”

The brunet raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Yes, I’m fine as in there isn’t anything actually wrong with me. No, I’m not fine because my soulmate won’t stop singing love songs.”

Eddie gave him a jealous look. “I’d take that over getting ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’ stuck in my head every hour.”

Stan snorted. “I really want to meet them but it’s unlikely. I just hope the chances are good enough that we go to the same university.”

“I get what you mean. I want to meet my soulmate and beat the crap out of them for getting all those shitty songs stuck in my head, but yeah, I also want to meet them for the obvious reasons.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry, Eddie, but your soulmate sounds like a fucking nightmare,” his friend said. “Anyway, ready to start this dumbass history project?”

Eddie groaned and went over to the TV and turned it on.

“By the way, my roommate might be back, like, halfway through this documentary,” he explained as he inserted the DVD.

“I’m warning you now but history is honestly the most boring subject so don’t get mad at me if I fall asleep, which is very likely. Just pay extra attention,” Stan told him, pulling his feet up on the couch.

Eddie rolled his eyes and sat with him on the couch, pressing the play button. He tried to focus but the dull voice of the narrator explaining the French Revolution was making it hard. That and the new song stuck in his head.

Your sister thinks that I’m a freak / She’s been ignoring my calls, we haven’t spoken in a week / I get so drunk that I can’t speak / Yeah, nothing’s working and the future’s looking bleak and I say

“Really? Now of all times?”

“Song stuck in your head?” Stan asked as he repositioned himself to lie down.

Eddie nodded miserably. “Yeah, and it sounds loud. You know what I mean.”

“No, not really.”

Three beers and I’m so messed up, get drunk and I can’t shut up / She says that I drink too much / I fucked up and she hates my guts / She says that I need to grow up

“It always happens when I really need to focus. I feel like they know,” Eddie explained.

“Well, block it out and pay attention. I can feel my soul dying as this documentary progresses.”

The hypochondriac laughed at his friend and drew his legs up on the couch so he was sitting crisscross.

I’ll drink ‘til I’m staring at the ceiling / I’ll be just fine I’m numb and losing feeling / I can’t tell lies anymore

“What are we even supposed to do for this assignment?” Stan asked, looking over at Eddie.

He shrugged. “I think we’re supposed to watch the documentary and then write some questions? Our professor said he’d pick the best ones and use them as essay questions for the next test.”


I just don’t know what to do, I’m still fucked up over you / She says that I drink too much / Hawaiian red fruit punch / She says I need to grow up

“It shouldn’t be too bad considering the French Revolution is pretty straightforward,” said Eddie.

His friend groaned again, leaning his head back against the couch. “Kill me.”

True to his word, Stan fell asleep about ten minutes in. Eddie tried his best to pay attention, scribbling down possible ideas for questions, but four more songs came and went. The documentary had just ended when he heard the apartment door open. He looked up from the TV where he was removing the disc.

“Hey,” Eddie waved. “How was practice?”

Bill dropped his bookbag on the ground and headed into the kitchen.

“It was good,” he told Eddie as he poured himself a bowl of cereal before draping himself over the armchair. “We got a lot of stuff done and perfected the two covers we’re doing for Fridays show. Which you better still be going to.”

Eddie rolled his eyes when Bill gave him a pointed look. “I’m going.”

He grinned. “Good. Anyway, what the hell were you watching?”

“It was for a stupid assignment for my history class. Speaking of, Stanley, wake up! It’s over.”

He shoved Stan with his foot, jerking him awake.

“Okay, first off? Rude. Secondly, your couch is very uncomfortable, please tell me you don’t make guest sleep here.”

Eddie shrugged at him. “Do you wanna, like, stay and get take out or something?”

Stan stood up, stretching his arms over his head, causing his shirt to ride up a bit. “No, I should probably get back to my apartment and hope my roommate hasn’t burned it down,” he replied.

He seemed to just now notice Bill. “Oh, you must be Eddie’s roommate. I’m Stanley.”

Bill smiled at him and Eddie noticed Stan’s cheeks flush. “Bill.”

“Nice to meet you. Anyway, I should head out. I’ll see you tomorrow, Eddie.”

Eddie said his goodbyes as he walked out of the apartment. He noticed how his roommate’s eyes lingered on the doorway.

“Hey, just out of curiosity, is he single?” Bill asked, looking back at Eddie.

“Unbelievable,” he shook his head as he walked back to his room.

“What, Eddie? Are you going to answer my question or not?” his roommate shouted after him.

He ignored him in favor of his phone vibrating. He checked to see that it was a text from Stan.

[ from: bird boy ] Okay so uhh

[ from: bird boy ] Your roommate is hot as fuck

[ from: bird boy ] Like,, raw me please

[ to: bird boy ] never ever ever make me read those words ever again in my life

[ from: bird boy ] Pass the word on to him I’m begging you

[ to: bird boy ] im blocking you


“Is it okay if my roommate joins us for lunch? I promised I’d go with him last week but obviously forgot and then made plans with you. He just texted me asking where we’re meeting.”

Richie looked up and Bill and laughed. “Fine with me, Big Bill. You talk a lot about your roommate. I’m excited to meet him.”

Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you / Slow down, they don’t love you like I love you / Back up, they don’t love you like I love you / Step down, they don’t love you like I love you / Can’t you see there’s no other man above you? / What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you / Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you / Oh, down, they don’t love you like I love you

He cracked a smile. “I really want to meet my soulmate.”

Bill raised an eyebrow.


His friend snorted and rolled his eyes before returning to texting his roommate about his whereabouts.

How did it come down to this? / Scrolling through your call list / I don’t wanna lose my pride, but I’m a fuck me up a bitch / Know that I kept it sexy, and know I kept it fun / There’s something that I’m missing, maybe my head for one

“Okay, he’s on his way. I told him I’d order for him so let’s get going.”

Richie nodded and followed Bill into the restaurant. They ordered their food, with Bill ordering also for his roommate, before diving deep into conversation.

“Bill, I swear to god, if you ask about him again I’m going to kill you.”

A short brunet stopped abruptly behind Bill, unaware of Richie’s presence. He took this time to admire him. He was cute. Really cute. Richie grinned.

“Hiya,” he said with a grin, taking the newcomer’s eyes off his friend.

“This is my friend Richie. Richie, this is my roommate Eddie,” Bill explained. “He’ll be having lunch with us if that’s okay with you.”

Eddie gave Richie a quick once over and a small smile before sitting down next to Bill. Their food arrived shortly after and they began to eat.

“So, Eddie,” the trashmouth began. “Are you coming to our show on Friday?”

Eddie looked up, his look a bit skeptical. “Our show?” he repeated.

“I’m sure you’ve heard all about the band from Bill.”

“You’re in that band?”

Richie laughed. “Eds, I formed that band!”

He grimaced. “Don’t call me Eds.”

The dark-haired teen reached over and pinched his new friend’s cheek. “But its cute, like you!”

Eddie slapped his hand away, only looking mildly embarrassed. He glanced at Bill.

“Is he always like this?” he asked.

Bill looked at his friend and sighed. “Sadly.”

Richie placed his hand on his chest in mock offense. “You hurt me, Bill. This isn’t how you were treating me last night. Why do you always have to act so different when we’re in public?” he whined as he began to pretend to cry dramatically.

“Beep beep, Richie.”

Richie grinned wide and pushed his chair back. “I have to go. You’d better be at that show tomorrow, Eddie, or I will be very sad!”

He slung his bag over his shoulder and headed toward the exit.

“He didn’t pay,” he heard Eddie say to Bill.

“This isn’t the first time.”

Richie waved over his shoulder and blew Bill a kiss. He winked at Eddie, his grin widening when he saw him blush.


Friday finally rolled around and Eddie decided to invite Stan to Bill’s band’s show. He made sure to specifically mention that his roommate was in this said band because he knew Stanley would never go otherwise.

“Can you please stop talking about you and my roommate fucking,” Eddie pleaded, pressing his fingers to his temples. “And are you sure you still want to go? You weren’t looking too good earlier.”

“It’s the depression,” Stan replied, giving him a look. “But I’m okay now.”

Eddie nodded. “Okay. Let me know if you want to leave at any time and we will.”

Can I get your number? / Can I get you into bed? / When we wake up in the morning / Will you give me lots of head?

“Oh, that’s nice,” Eddie sighed as they got closer to their destination.

“Another song?”

Eddie nodded.

“Me too. Or at least parts of a song.”

Everybody wants to love you / Everybody wants to love you! / Everybody wants to love you

They approached the venue, easily identifiable by music and cheering. They paid the entry fee and walked inside. Eddie was immediately greeted by sweaty, dancing bodies and loud music. He saw Richie up on stage, strumming a guitar. He spotted Bill in the back on the drums, and two other individuals: a girl on bass and a dark-skinned guy on another guitar. He couldn’t help but stare at Richie, who caught his gaze. The dark-haired boy grinned and winked at him before continuing with the song.

Will you lend me your toothbrush? Will you make me breakfast in bed? Ask me to get married And then make me breakfast again!

Eddie watched as the rest of the band joined in for the chorus.

Everybody wants to love you.”

He froze. The Richie sang the next part alone.

Everybody wants to love you!

Eddie felt as if his skin was on fire. His hands started shaking and checked his pockets, cursing internally because of course he didn’t bring his inhaler.

“Eddie!” Stan snapped him out of his daze. Distantly he heard the band sing another line. “Are you okay? You look like you’re about to throw up. Do you need me to take you to the bathroom?”

He could only nod. He didn’t think that he would react this way to meeting his soulmate. Stan grabbed his hand and led him through the crowd. He was dimly aware of the song ending and people cheering. He didn’t notice the look on Richie’s face when Stan pulled him into the bathroom. He turned the sink on and wet a paper towel, dabbing it on his face to cool himself down.

“Want to tell me what’s going on?”

“The lead singer of that band? The one on the guitar?”

“Richie? Yeah, he’s my roommate and best friend. He’s also terrible. What about him?” Stan asked, genuinely concerned for his wellbeing.

Eddie stared at him. “He’s your roommate? You live with him?”

“Unfortunate, I know. Wait, how do you know him?”

“Bill introduced me.”

Stan rolled his eyes. “Oh, god. You’re the guy he’s been gushing on about for the past twenty-four hours. It’s disgusting.”

“Says the guy who won’t shut up about my roommate,” Eddie accused.

“Yeah, whatever. Anyway, what does you almost having an asthma attack have to do with Richie?” Stanley questioned, crossing his arms.

“Well he’s, uh, he’s my soulmate,” Eddie confessed.

The curly haired boy’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit. How do you know? God, he’s going to be ecstatic when he finds out.”

Eddie reddened. “That song. It was stuck in my head on the walk over here. It sounded like it got so much louder when we came inside.”

Stan nodded. “Well, you have to tell him because he looked hurt when I had to drag you in here.”

“I literally only met him yesterday,” Eddie whined.

Stanley rolled his eyes. “Yet you like him! Man up and tell him that he’s your soulmate.” He gave Eddie a quick hug before exiting the bathroom.

Eddie took a deep breath. He moved to open the bathroom door but it was pushed open. Richie grabbed his hand.

“Are you okay?” he asked worriedly.

He short-circuited for a second. “I have to tell you something.”

Richie rubbed his thumb over the palm, making Eddie shiver. “Okay.”

Eddie looked away, cheeks red. “You’re my soulmate.”


“On the walk here, I had that song you just played stuck in my head and I’d never heard it before,” Eddie admitted.

“What did you listen to before meeting Bill for lunch yesterday?” Richie asked him.

“Um, I listened to Beyoncé. Lemonade specifically, but I don’t know what this has to do with anything.”

Richie pushed him back against the bathroom wall and grabbed the sides of his face. He kissed him hard, hands moving from his cheeks to his waist. Eddie was thrown off guard but immediately regained his composure, kissing him back earnestly, his fingers curling in his shirt. Richie coaxed his mouth open, the wet sounds of mouths and tongues pressing together filled the small room.

“I can’t believe you just made out with me in a fucking bathroom. Do you know how germy and disgusting these places are?” Eddie panted as they broke apart.

“Relax, babe. It’s not like I’m fucking you in a stall,” he grinned and pressed his forehead to Eddie’s. “Unless you want me to.”

Eddie pushed him away. “Beep beep, Richie,” he used the phrase he heard Bill say yesterday to get him to shut up. “Absolutely disgusting.”

Richie laughed and kissed him again, this time gentler. He pulled back and placed a kiss on his temple, intertwining their fingers together.

“I gotta get back out there,” he said, pulling him toward the exit. “I’ll dedicate the next song to you, darlin’.”

Eddie smiled wide as his soulmate led him back out into the crowd. He’d strangle him for singing all those annoying songs another night. Tonight was all about them.

Jon Statistically Acts Way Different Around Daenerys And Sansa

I ran the scripts and selected the dialogues of three characters: Jon, Daenerys, and Sansa and did some analysis of their word counts and their most commonly used words and phrases. The results are actually really really interesting and I’ve reached a few conclusions and confirmed a few assumptions I had before I started.

First, a few basic charts…

This is the total word count of Jon and Daenerys respectively in season 7. I think an entire season is enough to extrapolate some conclusions in WHAT the characters said, HOW FREQUENTLY they spoke, and TO WHOM they spoke. Here are my conclusions, with supporting data.

1.) Jon Snow is really uncomfortable and quiet around Daenerys.

In scenes that Jon Snow and Daenerys shared - she completely dominated the “conversation”. She speaks almost twice as much (!) as Jon in the scenes they share but actually Jon has a fair amount more dialogue in the season as a whole. I only counted dialogue spoken to each other.

2.) Jon and Daenerys speak a different “language” when together.

The difference between Jon and Daenerys isn’t just about quantity of word usage. They are drastically different when it comes to what they talk about.

These are Jon Snow’s 25 most commonly used words for his scenes with Daenerys. He addresses her formally. He speaks mostly commonly about his people - the threat to the North - and his perceptions. How he senses the world. “See” “seen” “real” “know” “think”. There’s nothing about his family. North doesn’t even register. He does seem to speak about being burned. Neither Stark nor Targaryen register on Jon’s list.

These are Daenerys’ 25 most commonly used words for her scenes with Jon Snow. There’s all sorts of talk about her family. Her children. Her dragons. The North as a proper noun and north as a directional indicator both register on the list. “North” wasn’t even on Jon’s. She somehow used perpetuity enough for it register. She mentions Jon’s house by name and also hers. There’s kneeling. There’s “born” “last” “best”, words that all have to do with legacy. She speaks much more personally and philosophically to Jon than he does to her.

3.) While Daenerys’ rate of speech is basically the same regardless of whether Jon is there, Jon only uses way less words with Daenerys.

It’s not just that Jon is a silent, brooding type who refuses to open up to anybody. Despite spending most of the season with Daenerys, Jon actually speaks more than 3 times more frequently with characters other than Daenerys

Jon’s word bubble now contains language that infers that he thinks frequently about family, his father, the north, specific names of people, the Stark name. Now some of this surely is due to the audience he’s speaking with, but the passive/active voice and his word choices are extremely different.

On the other hand, Daenerys’ behavior changes very little when she is with Jon versus when she is with other characters. She spends the season about equally split between Jon and other characters. Her rate of speech doesn’t change very much and her word usage is also roughly identical.

4.) Jon is significantly more open with Sansa than Daenerys.

Despite spending two episodes with Sansa and 4+ episodes with Daenerys, the dialogue between Jon and Sansa is almost identical to that of Jon and Daenerys. His word usage also changes. He asks more questions with Sansa. He talks about “father” and the north and Winterfell. I only included scenes where Jon spoke directly to Sansa.

5.) When she’s not with him, Sansa talks about Jon and what Jon needs….a lot.

These are Sansa’s most commonly used words. Her most common words (other than know) are Jon and Winterfell. Those seem to be the two most important things to her. She also uses the names of other individuals. Arya, Cersei, Bran missed the cut by one word usage. She mentions family, the North, home, Lady. She is almost singularly focused on protecting her home for Jon. Her uses of “men” “need” and “trying” are almost always in reference to trying to get men they need “for Jon”. In almost every single instance. Her speaking patterns are very similar to Jon’s when Jon is not with Daenerys.

Main Conclusion: Even though Jon and Daenerys shared significantly more screentime than Jon and Sansa, the viewers got two entirely different versions of Jon Snow.

a.) Jon Snow with Daenerys: Jon Snow talks far less often. Asks almost no questions. Does not seek her opinion. He only seeks her help with the Night King. He doesn’t ask her about her family. He doesn’t tell her about his family. JON SNOW DOES NOT SUDDENLY STOP CARING ABOUT FAMILY WHEN HE GOES TO DRAGONSTONE.

b.) Jon Snow with Sansa: Jon talks with far more frequency. He asks her a lot of questions. He asks her opinions. He discusses family with her. Their father (*wink*). The North. The things he cares about. He doesn’t try to change the subject when a personal inquiry is made. 

c.) Jon’s conduct with Daenerys in their shared scenes is MOST SIMILAR TO HOW HE ACTED IN HIS ONLY SCENE WITH LITTLEFINGER. LF prodded Jon to try to get to know him. Jon gave him nothing. Jon told him to leave and that he had nothing to say to him. The only time Jon opened up is when LF brought up Sansa…in which Jon proceeded to chokeslam LF against the wall. I think we can see what subjects cause Jon to open up.

There’s no way this is an accident. Jon does not want to talk about his home, his family, or things he cares about with Daenerys though he is able to do all of that with Sansa and a litany of other characters during season 7. 

Daenerys is who she is though she tries to fight it. She cares about conquering, obedience from her subjects, and intimidating her enemies. She’s roughly equivalent to Achilles from the Illiad. She desires the fame, the feeling of being the focus. She does have a fondness for Jon, but she dominates their conversations in a way that prevents her from knowing ANYTHING about him other than his heroism and what other people tell her.

Of the three characters that I looked at; two use the same language (excepting Jon’s scenes with Daenerys) and desire the same things. Two talk about family. About home. About their people. Jon and Sansa. 

If compatibility of a potential King and Queen is important, and it seems pretty obvious that Jon Snow could only realistically end up with one of Daenerys or Sansa, then the pair that IS the most compatible and open with each other is pretty obvious… 

I’m 99.98% sure Noora and Yousef are not dating and she is helping him with Sana or something like that. 

That “do you like him?” didn’t sound, to me, like a “do you think we make a cute couple?” it sounded more like “do you like him, like, for you? i’m asking on a friend’s behalf” and Sana -as all of us- is jumping to conclusions.

here’s another story, this one from seventh grade

we had a grade level coordinator (kinda like a vice principal) for our grade, and her name was mrs heil. we all hated her. she was so loud i had to wear earplugs to lunch in seventh grade and it still wasn’t enough.

so, seventh graders had a field day since sixth grade got the sixth grade social and eighth got the graduation party and ship trip

and on the day before field day, i was out of the cafeteria taking a test. i heard the story from friends. 

so what happened was, mrs heil was on the microphone telling people that they had to be on good behavior or else they wouldn’t get to have field day. and there was this one kid that kept coughing while she was talking. i don’t know if it was genuine or faked, but she thought he was doing it on purpose. so she told him that he would have “no field day for coughing”

later that day, i was in art class with my friend lindsey and she drew a little cartoon: it was an unhappy-looking koffing (the pokemon) with a caption saying “no field day for koffing.” geoff, another kid, took a picture of her design.

two days later, he came back with t-shirts that said “no field day for koffing” and sold them for five bucks each.

i still have my t shirt.

The birds & the bees

A/N: Someone requested this from somebody else who didn’t wanna write it & I couldn’t help myself. Reader walks in on Dean with a lady friend & the boys have to explain what was happening.

Dean’s age-22   Sam’s age-18   Reader’s age-8

Dean x Sister!Reader    Sam x Sister!Reader

Originally posted by mylife-in--color

Originally posted by writingissatansworstnightmare

“Why can’t we go to the library?” You asked as you hurried to keep up with your older brother walking down the sidewalk.

“I already told you Y/N,” Sam replied, looking behind him he noticed you were struggling at the rate he was walking and slowed down, “Gimme your backpack.” He told you as he reached for it.

You quickly took off your old green hand-me-down backpack and gave it to Sam, “Thanks Sammy. That was heavy.”

“No problem.” Sam replied as he shrugged it onto his shoulder, “Let’s go, I wanna get back to the motel so I can start my project.”

“Okay, but why can’t we go to the library. I wanted to get more books on animals, if I’m gonna be a vetra-vetrana-what’s the word again?” You questioned.

“Veterinarian.” Sam answered, “And we aren’t going to the library because they’re closed today; they’re renovating the ceilings.”

“Ohhhhh.” You exaggerated, “Will you help me with my math homework when we get home?”

“Course, we gotta get you through third grade math before you can be a vet.” Sam told you with a smile.

“Thanks Sammy.” You said, returning the smile he gave you which showed off the gap in your front teeth.

“No problem bug, now…race you to the motel room!” Sam shouted as you rounded the corner into the motel parking lot.

You took off as fast as you could; Sam was close behind you, however you had the advantage since he was being weighed down by two backpacks. As you approached the motel door you looked behind, “Too slow to keep up Sammy!” You shouted as him before turning back towards the door and quickly swinging it open so that you could gloat about beating your brother to Dean.

Stepping inside you started to talk to your oldest brother, “Dean! You won’t bel-what are you doing to that lady?” You questioned with a confused face when you realized Dean head was between her legs.

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