#cielo’s now my second favorite for sure
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A/N: AAAAAHHHH my wrists, fingers and elbows hurt but it's done. It took me literally all night to write this. If it doesn't show up in the tags, or if it horrifically flops, I do not care. I loved every moment I poured into writing this and I'll reread it until the end of time and YES I will write a sequel to it AND MORE because I love it that much. Just not right now because ouch. BTW this references what happens in "Plushie Problem" so if you're confused you should read that, too!
Premise: Anxious!GN!reader steps out of their comfort zone for the very first time in a long time. Of course, what could possibly go wrong? Featuring SunShrine and MekaMechanic cameos!
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and assault (not SA). Otherwise it's safe to read!
You feel the dread building up in your stomach as sun began to set over the horizon– but you were ready. Living your life in fear turned out to be exceptionally boring, even if you weren't exactly the loneliest person on earth anymore. This would be your big first step into interacting with the rest of the world and obviously there would be some anxiety. However, no one does anxiety as well as you do. There is where the problem lies.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" You can hear the worry in Sloan's voice. Perhaps you've started rubbing off on them.
"I think so."
You step outside the bedroom and smile, but even that seemed to be out of fear.
"I'm proud of you for trying this. You look amazing, by the way." Their compliment turns your anxious smile into a cheerful grin.
You've never dressed up this much before. It almost reminded you of an early 2000's Hot Topic ad, and they were dressed no differently.
Your beloved wraps their arms around you and pulls you in for a tight, comforting hug. They nuzzle their face to yours and you begin to feel the lead in your stomach lighten to feathers.
"Don't forget your backpack." They hand you your heart shaped backpack adorned with bat wings.
You open the zipper and check for everything inside: fidget toys, tiny weighted [favorite animal] plushie, protective ear wear decorated with stickers, anxiety pills, phone, wallet. That was everything.
"Are you ready?"
You take a deep breath in and exhale to center yourself before the door opens.
"I'm ready."
The venue wasn't particularly crowded tonight and you were deeply thankful for that. Colorful flashing lights could be seen on both stories of the building with loud music playing from within. Then the anxiety hit you like a pound of bricks.
"We still have time to go home." Sloan offers, seeing apprehension beginning to form on your face.
"Maybe just twenty minutes... then we go home." You frown.
"Whatever you want to do, mi cielo."
You gaze down at the ground next and weigh both options in your mind. On one hand you could avoid anything unpleasant happening by just going home. On the other hand you'd miss you and your beloveds favorite band as the closing act. While arguing with yourself you can feel their arm wrap around your waist to help you feel safer.
Quite the conflict.
You swallow nervously and put on your hearing protection. "Okay."
The two of you approach the main entrance and your trembling continues. As soon as the door opens it feels like the music permeates you down to your very atoms. Never in your entire life had you heard anything so needlessly and obnoxiously loud. The ear protection helps slightly but you still couldn't hear yourself think. There's also no point in trying to talk as you wouldn't be heard anyway. Instead, you tug on Sloan's shirt and they turn towards you immediately. You point upwards towards the second floor and they nod.
The relief as soon as you stepped on the upper floor was immense. Whatever magic they used to make it monumentally quieter up here should be used considerably more in all public spaces. You feel confident enough to remove your hearing protection and place it around your neck for now.
"Do you mind if we stay up here?" You ask.
"Of course not. Wherever you feel safest!"
You're so thankful that they're understanding.
You both sit near the back of the venue on a row of interconnected seating where it was dimmer so the flashing lights didn't irritate your eyes.
"You're doing great so far!"
Sloan cups your face affectionately and you reach up to place your hand over theirs. The two of you watch everything going on from your safe little place in the corner– and the view was by no means bad, either. You could see the current band playing and the crowd of fans cheering their hearts out.
"Do you want anything to drink? I can get us something if you want." They offer.
"Maybe just a soda." You reply.
"Alright. You don't mind if I have a drink or two, do you?" They ask.
You shake your head. They pat your head and lean down to give you a kiss to your forehead before walking off. In the mean time you remove your backpack and hug it close to your chest in case you needed quick access. You watch as different people walk up and down the stairs, sit down, mingle and talk to each other and you can't help but wonder what it must be like to have a life without debilitating anxiety.
"Well then... didn't expect to see you here." A familiar voice sounds from behind you, and your anxiety spikes.
Once she steps out into view your nerves relax again.
"Illari? You're a fan of rock music? Also, you look gorgeous!" You smile as your friend comes to greet you.
"I guess we never really talked about music much. I didn't expect you to like it, either." Illari returns your warm smile, except when she does it, it feels like genuine sunshine. "You also look great!"
"Aww man, who invited this nerd?" You hear Sloan joke as they return with a beer and your favorite soda. They sit next to you with a grin on their face.
Illari takes a seat on the opposite side of you. "You're the one to talk."
She's not great at returning insults, but she tries her best.
The three of you exchange casual conversation for a little while as the first band concludes their performance and the next one begins setting up. For a while all is well, and your heart is at peace.
"So– you didn't tell either of us you liked rock music Illari!"
"I do! I promise. I'm also on a date–"
"A WHAT?!"
Illari giggles at Sloan's reaction. You have to admit you're also surprised.
"WITH WHO?!"
"Uh, with me?" A devious voice replies.
A beautiful girl approaches Illari and places a quick kiss to her lips.
"KIRIKO?! OH MY GOD!!!"
You've never met this girl before.
"We've been dating for a while. You just never noticed." Kiriko's eyes fall on to you. "Who's your date, then? I don't believe we've met."
Your hands grip your backpack even harder as the spotlight is metaphorically put on you.
"This is [Y/N]! I told you that I fixed their stuffie for them when all that... drama... happened."
"Oh! That's right. I'm really sorry that happened to you." Kiriko's face warms up after hearing your name. "I have a fox stuffie I made myself! I'd be happy to show you sometime!"
Illari stands up and Kiriko wraps her arm around her waist. "Well it was nice meeting you, [Y/N]! See you around sometime!"
You nod with a content look on your face. The pair wander back downstairs and disappear into the crowd. The music begins to play once again.
You turn towards your beloved and smile.
"I'm glad this is going better than expected." You admit, and the joy on Sloan's face is immense.
It was clear they loved seeing you enjoy yourself.
"And I'm glad you're having a good time, mi corazón."
The two of you enjoy your drinks in a comfortable silence before the song changes. A mosh pit almost immediately begins to form.
"OH! I gotta go join in–" They immediately stand up before the realization hits them. "Would you be fine if I went downstairs for a song or two? I promise I'll be back up here afterwards!" They grab your hands and beg.
You can feel your nerves activate at the thought of being left alone... but you didn't want to see your beloved disappointed.
"Okay. Just be careful!"
"I will be!" They head towards the stairs before turning back one last time. "I'll be back, I promise!"
Then you were truly alone. You clutch your backpack again before opening it for a fidget toy– a little button pressing mini game with cute sounds and visuals. It keeps your fingers and mind occupied for a small amount of time. More people continue to pass you by but you continue your game without looking up.
To your dismay, someone practically falls on to the couch next to you. The scent of alcohol assaults your senses and you attempt to ignore it.
Just mind your own business.
Just mind your own business.
Just mind your own business.
"Hey."
Oh no.
You look up from your fidget toy and your fidget toy session ends with a GAME OVER.
"Um, hi."
They're so drunk that they barely register your reply. You slide in the opposite direction of them when they're looking away from you. Your heart begins to pound and dread fills the entirety of your body. They turn back with a grin.
"You're pretty cute." Their words slur together.
"Oh! Uh, thanks." You fake a smile.
"How much?"
You thought you were hearing things, so you ask them to repeat the question.
"How. Much?" They hiccup.
"Oh! I'm sorry, I'm not who you're looking for–"
You start to get up before a hand grabs your hair. Pure, unadulterated terror fills your entire body and your nerves begin to sear in straight anxiety.
You knew it was a mistake to go out tonight. You knew it, and you went against your better judgement anyway.
"Hey! You didn't answer my question! How much? I can pay with whatever you want–"
"I'm sorry but I don't do that type of work!"
You wince and cry out in pain as they attempt to pull you back down.
"Hold on!"
Without any other choice you let out a scream to get other people's attention. All the heads on the second floor turn to see what's going on. Your hair is still being pulled on by a total stranger.
"Hey! Let them go, right now!" A tall, muscular girl shouts and makes her way over. A shorter, more petite girl follows behind.
"I'm recording right now! Let them go or we'll go to the police!" The shorter girl demands.
The drunk person finally lets go of your hair and you run as fast as you could with no direction in mind– but unknown to you, they begin to follow suit. A girl with spiky brown hair sticks her foot out and trips them after she lets you run past her.
You rush out the door and into the night with tears streaming down your face. You're heaving, screaming and running until you're lost and exhausted.
"What's going on over here?" Someone in the crowd of the second floor asks.
"Can someone call the police? This person just assaulted someone!" Brigitte asks.
Security immediately arrives to escort the drunk person out from the venue.
"I got the whole thing on video." Hana places her burning hot phone in her back pocket. "Apparently in 4K and 60 FPS. My phone is on fire..."
"What about that poor person who ran? Are they okay? Should we go and look for them?" Lena suggests.
All three girls stare into the darkness of the night.
"Oh! Look! They left their bag!" Hana notices, walking over to it. "There's also two drinks. They obviously came here with someone."
She unzips your bag and digs through your stuff as carefully as possible. "That's not good. Their phones in here, and their medicine."
"Medicine? Do you know what it's for?" Brigitte asks.
Hana shakes her head.
"Oh! Angela might know!"
Lena takes a picture of your medicine and sends it directly to Angela– lovingly assigned the nickname "Dr. Mercy" in her phone.
🧡 AF Traysi ⏱️: Angela it's an emergency!!! (10:09 PM)
🧡 AF Traysi ⏱️: (Uploaded a photo at 10:10 PM.)
🧡 AF Traysi ⏱️: what is this pill? please respond asap!!! :((( (10:10 PM)
💛 Dr. Mercy 😇🪽: Lena, what's going on? (10:16 PM)
💛 Dr. Mercy 😇🪽: I'm not well versed in medication but I've seen those given to patients before surgery. It's an anxiety pill. (10:17 PM)
💛 Dr. Mercy 😇🪽: What in the world is happening? (10:17 PM)
🧡 AF Traysi ⏱️: no time to explain Angela!!! I promise it wasn't me though!!! (10:18 PM)
Another message from Angela pops up but Lena puts her phone back in her pocket.
"Angela said it was for anxiety."
"Well, we can't just let them wander the streets alone without their personal possessions, especially their medication... we have to at least try to find them." Brigitte adds.
"How do we even start? They could be anywhere by now!" Hana frowns.
All three girls look at each other in anticipation.
"Group chat?" Brigitte suggests.
"Group chat." Hana and Lena reply at the same time.
✨🎶 LE SERAFFIM 4EVR 🪩✨
💖 AF BB 💪🏻: (Uploaded a photo at 10:20 PM.)
💝 AF Dazzle 💋: Alright lets see if this summons her (10:20 PM)
🦊 AF ✨✨: Huh??? That's [Y/N]s ID??? What's going on (10:21 PM)
🧡 AF Traysi ⏱️: Long story short we need to find this person before something else bad happens :( (10:21 PM)
👾: (Uploaded a photo at 10:23 PM.)
✨💜 JUNKRAT LE SSERAFIM STAN FOR LIFE 💜✨: huh (10:23 PM)
"SO, DO WE TELL THEM OR NOT?" Illari yells at the top of her lungs.
Kiriko and Illari glance at Sloan absolutely losing it in the mosh pit.
"WE HAVE TO! IT'S [Y/N]!" Kiriko replies at the same volume.
She turns and begins to brave the overly excited crowd. After what feels like hours of swimming upstream she reaches up and clasps Sloan on the shoulder. Instantly she feels their fist slam directly into her eye and she yells out in pain. Sloan turns around and gasps.
"OH MY GOD, KIRIKO, ARE YOU OKAY? I'M SO SORRY!"
Glowing blue petals float around her before she shakes her head to stabilize herself.
"THAT'S OKAY! MAGICAL FOX SPIRIT PROMOTES FAST HEALING!" She gets back to the important topic at hand. "LISTEN, [Y/N]–"
As soon as they hear your name they become dead serious. Unfortunately for Kiriko though, a massive wave of people separates the two of them and their conversation is cut short. She's forced back towards the entrance near Illari.
"WHAT DO WE DO NOW?" Illari asks.
"I HAVE AN IDEA BUT YOU'LL NEED TO TRUST ME!"
Before Illari can answer Kiriko begins a sequence of fast hand movements and more glowing blue petals begin to form inside the venue. People thought it was some sort of visual effect the band had planned on doing and grew wilder at the scene. A rush of wind courses inside the building as Kiriko's kitsune grants her the strength she needs to begin pushing people out the way, but is rightfully stopped by Illari before that happens.
"WE CAN'T JUST SHOVE PEOPLE, IT'LL START A MASSIVE FIGHT!" Illari pulls her back by her side.
"WHAT DO YOU SUGGEST, THEN?"
"LET ME SIT ON YOUR SHOULDERS!"
"THIS IS NO TIME FOR PIGGY BACK RIDES!"
"THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!"
In the middle of the planning Sloan begins to fight their way out of the crowd to the best of their ability, but it feels nearly impossible to move forward when you're being pushed back by dozens of people.
That's when they feel it– the breeze... their eyes turn teal blue.
From the very back they can see Illari waving their arms frantically attempting to call them over.
They move through the crowd effortlessly.
Illari hops off Kiriko's shoulders once Sloan makes it safely to their position before the kitsune's rush wears off.
"WHAT'S GOING ON?" They ask.
"UPSTAIRS! NOW!" Illari replies.
The group of six huddle together in the back as the atmosphere around the venue slowly turns back to normal. Sloan goes through your backpack just to make sure everything is still safe inside. Thankfully, all is left mostly untouched aside from Hana's search from earlier.
"Sombra sent us this picture. We're pretty sure they're only a few blocks away, but we still have to hurry or else they'll be gone by the time we get there."
Brigitte hands their phone to Sloan.
"Oh God... I really shouldn't have left them on their own." Their tone is sullen and full of guilt, just like the look on their face.
"There's no time to blame yourself. We have to find [Y/N] before something else happens." Illari places a comforting hand on their shoulder.
They only nod.
"Okay. You, Kiriko and Sloan go one way. We'll go the other. The entire city is designed to lead back to the north. Don't ask me how I know that–" Brigitte starts to remember the struggle of trying to find this place, but there's no time for that. "If they are where we think they are then it should be easy to get to them from here. If not... then we'll plan something else when we get there. Let's just get going before we have to start planning again."
Nobody argues with that.
"So, let me get this straight... you went to a music show–" Sombra begins counting on her fingers "Got assaulted by some random drunk person, ran, forgot all your stuff and now you're trying to find your way back?"
You nod while attempting to wipe your eyes dry. All of your smeared, ruined makeup had been rubbed off by now. A loud crack of thunder sounds in the distance announcing rain was on its way.
"Hm. Not the trickiest situation I've ever heard of..." Sombra then scoffs. "Definitely one of the funniest, though."
You crouch to your knees and began sobbing uncontrollably once again. "I'm going to die out here!" You shout, feeling totally helpless like a lost child in a grocery store.
Sombra watches as you begin having a genuine mental breakdown– does she actually feel bad, for once in her adult life...? Perhaps a little.
She pulls up a screen out of thin air and watches as the group of six people frantically searches for– what she's assuming is– this person in front of her. She raises an eyebrow as one of the colored dots on her screen comes close to her location but turns around at the very last moment.
"Wow." She comments as if she's watching a game. "These guys are hopeless."
"You're going to kill me, aren't you?" You accuse the girl in front of you with a real, sincere despair.
Sombra chokes back a laugh.
"No, I'm no murderer. Not yet, anyway." Now, she laughs. "I wouldn't waste my first kill on you, though."
You can't tell rather to feel insulted or relieved... so you go with relieved. It's not enough to stop your full on meltdown, however.
"Now, let's see. Oooh!" Sombra watches once again as one the dots come closer, only to make the same mistake of getting turned around. "Oh. They must be throwing. There's no way!"
Your crying becomes more intense. She sighs, closes the screen and rolls her eyes before hacking a nearby vending machine for two sodas. She walks over and proceeds to offer you one.
"Here. Don't tell anybody I did this, okay?"
It's your favorite soda.
"H-huh?" You take the soda with gratitude. "How'd you know?"
"It's my favorite, too."
You open the bottle cap and drink all of the fizzy contents inside. It feels refreshing to your scratched up and tired throat.
"Now stop crying." Sombra pulls up her tracking screen again. "Or at least be quieter. I can't hear myself think."
Out of fear for your life you do as the lady tells you, but not even a minute later...
"Ah. Finally. My work here is done."
You glance up only to notice the lady who helped you has completely disappeared.
"[Y/N]?" You hear Illari's voice in the distance. "[Y/N]!"
You stand up to greet her, but she nearly knocks you down with a charging hug.
"[Y/N]!" Kiriko follows suit, using her kitsune rush to pick you up and swing you around.
You're overwhelmed by the amount of attention you receive.
"Oh, sorry... maybe I shouldn't have done that."
You smile despite the anxiety. "It's okay."
"Hey! Good looking out, Illari!" The muscular girl you don't recognize runs up to you next. The petite girl isn't far behind, just like you saw them last.
There's two blinding flashes of blue light as another short, petite girl appears out of thin air. You thought she looked familiar... but there's no time to rack your brain right now.
"Oh, good! We all made it!" The petite girl– the one behind the muscular girl– cheers. "Wait, where's Sloan?"
You can hear loud, sprinting footsteps approach in the distance before everyone nearly gets knocked out of the way. "[Y/N]!!!"
They nearly knock you to the ground just as Illari had, only this time it was several times more intense. You feel their arms wrap around you in the tightest hug they've ever given you. You embrace them with relief flooding your tired brain. They hold the back of your head and nuzzle into your face as if they haven't seen you in years.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," They start crying. "Mi vida, I'm so, so sorry..."
"It's okay. I'm okay." You reassure them.
Everyone is quiet as the reunion takes place and you feel all the trauma of tonight drain from your being as you're held by the person who loves and cherishes you the most. Neither one of you wanted to be the one who pulls away.
"Well not to be a downer but it's about to start raining!" Someone spoke. It was the petite girl who flashed into existence.
"And I think the last band just got done with their set. It's nearly midnight." Kiriko adds with sadness.
"Well... while we're here, why don't we give [Y/N] back their stuff?"
Sloan pulls away long enough to grab your backpack from the muscular girl. "Thanks again, Brigitte."
You place it on to your back and all feels right in the world once more.
"No problem!" The muscular girl responds. So... her name is Brigitte.
"Well, we might as well introduce ourselves! I'm Hana!" The petite girl behind Brigitte chimes in. "Like the number one gamer in South Korea type Hana!"
"I'm Lena!" The girl who blinked into existence speaks up next. "Like the, umm... Tracer type Lena!"
That name rings a bell.
"Overwatch?" You question.
"Well, yes, but it's our off day today!" Lena replies.
"Wow." Is all you can say.
You feel your invisible mask beginning to slip. You're not sure how much longer you can take being out here before another anxiety episode occurs.
"I don't want to be rude, it's really nice to meet all of you." You turn to your beloved. "But... can we go home?" You ask, tired and ready to collapse.
"I think that would be the best idea for all of us. Tonight has been more than eventful!" Lena suggests.
From the shadows, Sombra watches as the group disperses after exchanging goodbyes. As soon as she was alone she picks up the empty soda bottle you accidentally left behind and tosses it into the trash.
"Hmph."
"Going soft?"
She can hear a mocking male voice on the end of the coms.
"Not now, Mauga."
"Haha! Thought so."
She simply just sinks back into the darkness she came from without a word.
✨💜JUNKRAT LE SSERAFIM STAN FOR LIFE 💜✨: so is anybody going to tell me what happened or am i going to have to make up the story myself (12:45 AM)
🧡 AF Traysi ⏱️: In the morning (12:52 AM)
✨💜 JUNKRAT LE SSERAFIM STAN FOR LIFE 💜✨: but it's morning in australia (12:52 AM)
🧡 AF Traysi ⏱️: Goodnight junkrat (12:53 AM)
👾: (is typing...)
#weeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!! dropping it at midnight again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#overwatch#overwatch 2#venture x reader#venture x you#overwatch fanfiction#overwatch x reader#overwatch x you#sloane cameron#sloan cameron#venture overwatch
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Fox
Summary: Kevin Alvarez is crushing on a certain Fox football reporter.
To say you loved your job was an understatement. You practically breathed sports and talking was something you couldn’t stop doing, so naturally being a Fox sports reporter was out of the question. You loved commentating on games and adding a little spice of your Mexican culture to it. Everybody loved you and you quickly became a fan favorite and one of America’s sweethearts. Thanks to all the support, you were here in Qatar for the 2022 World Cup.
Today, you were commentating on Mexico v Poland with your Fox partner, Tom. You were so excited and ready to root for your home country. The whole time you were on the edge of your seat, waiting for Mexico to score. Unfortunately, that never arrived, but your hope was not extinguished as you left the air with a final hopeful message to Mexico for their next game.
“Well, despite no goals, this was quite an interesting game as we got a little taste of what’s to come in Group C. Of course, San Ochoa saves the day. He truly is el señor de los cielos. However, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Alvarez. He definitely seems to be rising up to the plate, I sense this will be a great World Cup for Mexico.” You say, passing it on to Tom.
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It was now 12 am in Qatar and you were exhausted. When you reached your hotel room, you took a well-deserved shower and hopped onto twitter. You were showered with the usual love, and the occasional hate tweets, but something caught your attention. An article published by TMZ: Mexican Football Star, Kevin Alvarez, Dating Fox Reporter, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?!
Your eyes widened as you quickly clicked on the article link and sure enough, a video clip was attached to the article. You pressed play and watched as the football player was bombarded by flashing lights and random questions.
“Kevin! Kevin! Kevin! Any news on a girlfriend?” The paparazzi frantically asked. You saw a small smile form on his face as he opened and closed his mouth, as if fighting the words threatening to come from his throat.
“Ask (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” He said with a smirk and then made a mad dash to his hotel. The video ended there, and you were greeted with a blank screen. You caught your own reflection, wide mouthed and shocked. Like a ripple wave effect, your tweets instantly become Kevin Alvarez related as fans questioned your relationship status. To be honest, you weren’t mad at all. He was quite handsome, and you wouldn’t mind it if he was your boyfriend.
Speaking of the devil, you got a DM notification from him on Instagram. You hesitated for a second but opened it, it read:
Hey, I know you probably saw that TMZ video, I really hope that didn’t upset you. I don’t really know why I said that. If I’m being honest, I have had a crush on you since forever. I understand if you never want to speak to me. I’m really sorry if I messed things up with you.
Your heart was beating so fast and even if this was all happening online, you were blushing like mad. You stared at his message for what felt like hours, trying to come up with a good response. Should you be playful, play hard to get, be easy? The only thing you knew was that this guy was cute, and you wouldn’t mind spending some time with him. So, you responded:
Haha, don’t worry about it. I totally get it. You didn’t mess anything up, I would love to hang out some time, but don’t you have a World Cup to worry about?
You practically screamed and kicked your legs like a teenage girl when you hit the send button. Just as quickly as you sent it, you got another notification.
Nah, I’m more worried about you. I think about you all the time.
Please I don’t know if these are shitty, I’m just writing like crazy now!
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🇮🇹🤘 Italian indie rock bands masterpost 🤘🇮🇹
So I'm seeing a LOT of support toward Måneskin from people pretty much all around the globe by now and that made me so damn happy that I decided to make a post about some Italian bands from the alt-rock/metal scene I know/listen to that I think you (hopefully!!) would love as well <3
Måneskin
What's more to say about Måneskin? I've known them for ten seconds and they're already consuming my life. Peak bisexual energy. The lyrics are what I wish I could write; Damiano's voice is what I wish I sounded like; their instrumentals is what I wish my life was like; their aesthetic is how I wish I could dress like. God speed beautiful you bastards, can't wait to see you at the top of the world
IN NOME DEL PADRE ("In the name of the Father") is angry, sleazy and sinful, just like Damiano comparing himself to Jesus Christ in the lyrics for all the times he "died" (ergo the failed attempts to break through as a musician or, more generally, all the hardship he went through his life) but every time it was worth it (Son morto più di cento volte, mai morto invano trad. "I died more than one hundred times, but never in vain").
He states that he won't forget the past and all the people who doubted him, looked at him as if he was insane or didn't take him or his passion seriously because of his young age, that he'll never stop aiming for the sky (Toccare il cielo e tornare a mangiare asfalto trad. "To touch the sky and come back face down in the dirt"), that the stage isn't enough for him and he hungers for more (Ehi, fate spazio, fatene tanto /Che adesso non mi basta il mondo, non mi basta il palco trad. Hey, get out of my way/ Because the stage is not enough, the world is not enough for me). I get Mötley Crüe's Too Fast For Love era and Appetite for Destruction vibes from this, anyone else?
Go check out "Coraline" (heartbreaking ballad about a girl who grew up with huge insecurities in an unfriendly environment and great sensitivity to whom the singer offers a possibility to open up to him, pure poetry) and "Vent'anni" ("Twenty years", it's along the lines of In nome del Padre, talks about the youth who isn't taken seriously by others when they talk about their dreams, especially if that dream is to become a musician/artist, 10/10 very angry) if you haven't already! They're two of my favorite songs by them who am I kidding the whole fucking album is my favorite song by them
Afterhours
they're the spiritual fathers to Måneskin in a way (Afterhours' singer, Manuel Agnelli, was their coach when the band entered X-Factor's latest edition) and a pillar of Italy's indie scene. The singer looks a worryingly lot like Severus Snape but that adds to his decadent hero's charm
cryptic lyrics, haunting bassline, tormented voice: Male di Miele literally means "pain of honey" or "honeyache" (a juxtaposition that i find brilliant) and has been defined as "the italian Smells Like Teen Spirit" which I think is incredibly accurate
check out "Dentro Marilyn" ("Inside Marilyn") from their first album too to appreciate Manuel's vocal abilities at their fullest!
Superhorror
Previously named "Superhorrorfuck", they're the epitome of what I want the "Glam/Shock rock revival" to be like. Exhaggerated, flashy, just too much and unique in the modern scene, they resurrected what KISS, Mötley Crüe, Rob Zombie and Alice Cooper started back in the 70s and 80s: it doesn't take too long to realize where they took inspiration for their iconic makeup from! Edward's maniacal voice sounds like nails on a chalkboard (but, like, in a good way) accompained with loud, raw and hysterical guitars that make you feel like you snorted ten lines of coke. If Ed's appearance reminded you of a blond Marilyn Manson I'm pretty sure it was his intention.
Here's something from their latest album, came out in 2020, "Italians Die Better":
also little side note: THESE DUDES LITERALLY COME FROM MY OWN TOWN LMAO??? DO I NEED TO SAY MORE LIKE, I THINK THE GUITARIST WENT AT MY SAME HIGHSCHOOL AND I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THAT IT'S SO FUCKING COOL
Subsonica
Coming straight from the 90s, another important band in the alternative/electronic italian scene. They all look like they could be my uncles, I trust them
Here's probably their most famous and recognizable song from 1999, "Tutti i miei sbagli" (All my mistakes):
Verdena
another military stone in the alternative/psychedelic rock/grunge scene in Italy, for fine connoisseurs only. if i had to choose only a word to describe them, i'd say "visionaries": every album of theirs is a trip to unexplored, indefinite territories that take you to an undescribable dimension (pretty sure their music is the closest to what overdosing on xanax feels like) and their lyrics don't necessarily make sense. either that or Alberto (the dude on the left in the pic who looks both like Charles Manson and your 14yo cousin who thinks he's a man bc he smokes and has one chesthair) is an alien sent from space and is speaking the language of the gods, but we don't have the means to understand what he's trying to communicate. either way, shit slaps, dude pls make another album
Their first single from 1999, Valvonauta ("Valvenaut"???? A valve astronaut??? I think???? idk man) (don't worry about trying to understand the meaning, more than 20 years have gone by since it came out and nobody has got it yet):
Tre allegri ragazzi morti
literally "Three Happy Dead Lads". Idk man they put me in a good mood while at the same time giving me nostalgia of memories I never had and times I never lived. Great listen if you want to have an existential crisis
if "Male di Miele" is the italian Smells Like Teen Spirit, I consider "Il Mondo Prima" (The World Before) to be the corrispondent to In Bloom: sounds like a very happy-go-lucky song but has a very dark and melancholic meaning behind the lyrics:
The Bastard Sons of Dioniso
Coming from Trentino Alto Adige, the Bastard Sons of Dionysus classified second place at the second edition of italian X-Factor. Their style is very... Theatrical? It's very unique. It's like if a group of renaissance minstrels who used to entertain the Gonzagas took a ride on the time machine (probably invented by Da Vinci, wouldn't be surprised if he thought about it back then or actually made some prototypes even) and got teleported in the future, where they discovered modern instruments but still talked about court life in their lyrics using the dialect of their own time. Oh and also they could kill you, don't test them. Basically Ezio Auditore's favourite band
Yes, L'amor Carnale ("Fleshly love") is about sex, but considered what I told you about them before, you can guess they put it more... Elegantly than say, Mötley Crüe and sleaze rock bands from the 80s 😂😂😂
Umberto Emo
*inhales deeply* now, how can I describe how much I love these boys. They're the equivalent of both having a nervous breakdown and shitposting on main at the same time. Their sound say Bring Me the Horizon but their lyrics say Children of Bodom. You laugh the whole time hearing the singer talking bullshit, but then he'd just scream something that hits you so hard you need to sit down and think about life, as if you were at a party and you were having the time of your life and idk getting drunk tits and dick out and getting head by that hot guy you always had a crush on, and all of a sudden the alarm goes off and you snap out of it realizing that oh you were just dreaming and you remember that you actually don't have any friends and the dude you thirst for has a girlfriend already. These rats from Verona's sewers are one of the few reasons that make me feel proud of where I come from. The only people who know about them are me, my best friend who introduced them to me, and probably their aunts and I wish they were known by SO MANY MORE people and that they had the success they deserved before they split up after such a short timespan of activity. Gone, but never forgotten 😔✊
"Dr. Bepis and Mr. Aids" is a very, very long piece (lasts about 9 minutes) but it is, in my opinion, the one that represents what Umberto Emo is all about the most. it's more of a rage filled medley, where they put all their drabbles and a lot of throwbacks to their other songs together. some of my favorite verses (that can be translated) include:
Datemi un sogno, un sogno banale/ tagliamoci un dito e facciamoci male (trad. "Give me a dream, a mundane dream / let's cut our fingers and let's hurt ourselves"),
Questa è la storia del cavallo omofobo, trottava al galoppo con in culo un microfono / Questa è la storia di Frate Agostino, girava nei bagni e ti offriva un pompino (trad. "This is the story of the horse that was a homophobe, he'd trot and gallop with in the ass a microphone / This is the story of Brother Augustine, he'd skulk in bathrooms and offer you a blowjob"),
Scusatemi per tutto questo, scusatemi ma non ci riesco / E in fin dei conti è colpa mia, in fin dei conti è colpa tua, in fin dei conti non importa / E domani siamo sabbia. (trad. "Forgive me for all of this, forgive me but I can't help it / And in the end it's my fault, in the end it's your fault, in the end it doesn't matter / And tomorrow we'll be sand."),
Io ho mangiato sassi per anni, senza sapere che gusto avessero/ Masticavo i miei stessi denti, privandomi del desiderio / Travolto dai ricordi, come sabbia in questo tempo (trad. "I have been eating rocks for years, without knowing their taste / I've been chewing my own teeth, depriving myself from the desire / Overwhelmed by memories, like sand of this time")
or the self depreciating, passive aggressive Sono ancora triste, quindi uso parole difficili tipo sesquipedale /Che schifo la punteggiatura (trad. I'm still sad, so I use complicated words, like sesquipedal / punctuation sucks)
and the timeless chorus Mario Giordano sei un rettiliano (trad. "Mario Giordano you're a reptilian" I don't know honestly what statement they wanted to make with this other than it rhymes lmao)
which as you can see, range from being completely demented to blasphemous to become a punch in the gut to complete and utter nonsense (and it's only one song!), but the majority of their verses could be simply translated as [angry italian unintelligible screaming] (which, honestly, is a mood anyway). I urge everyone who sees this to go listen to them (especially my italian mutuals) even if you can't understand shit of what they're talking about. I'm sure their music will transcend language barriers
Btw sorry not sorry for the wall of text, they just mean so much to me and I could write a 56 pages long essay about them and their lyrics 😭😭😭 other songs I recommend are Il fumo uccide ma è parte del piano ("Smoking kills but it's part of the plan", opening with "It's raining shit"), Barbara D'Urto (a play on words on an italian talk show host's name Barbara D'Urso,"urto" means bump, clash, collision, but it's also a way to describe someone who rubs you the wrong way), Qvando Cera Lvi (don't worry, the title is nothing but a mockery of the fascist slogan and the lyrics is the epitome of the demented) and idk, everything else they have really, which can all be found on YouTube
Punkreas
i included them almost exclusively because i love the pun they made with their name. as every good punk band out there, they remind you how much society sucks and that you should go against its rules no matter what while making you bang your head to their tunes
"Total disgust" is not only a mood and a critique to politicians and society's consumerism's ways in general, but also a punk rock banger from 1992:
Furor Gallico
Probably the only people from Milan I wouldn't hate on sight, "Gaelic Fury" is a folk metal band who I can't say for sure they have true Gaelic origins, but they sure wish they were born in that time (and if you didn't know, believe me when I tell you this particular metal subgenre is very big in Italy, especially in the northern regions). Their music will take you to distant places forgotten by man, and Davide is the creature of the enchanted forest who'll whisper his land's secrets to you through his lyrics
Diluvio ("Flood") is an inspired and evoking ballad about a man who loves rain and thunderstorms (can relate) in all its forms and at the same time an ode to the marvel of Nature when it unleashes its fury (I could write another whole essay about this song but I'm gonna restrain myself)
Other bands worth checking out bc tumblr doesn't let me add more than ten pics and ten audios in one post: Negrita (I define them the Italian Red Hot Chili Peppers, very chill they put you in a good mood), Litfiba (hard rock for dads), Linea 77 (another important punk rock band from the 90s), Caparezza (a peculiar man, it's hard to describe him lmao but he's a great songwriter and always tries to evolve his style), Rhapsody of Fire (inventors of Epic Power Metal. It's like Power Metal but with more dragons and Christopher Lee)
To anyone who joined me in this journey and stuck around till the end and checked out all the artists:
✨💕Thank you💕✨
I could kiss you rn I'd love to know which one was your favorite and talk about them!!
To anyone who read about only some of them and didn't listen to any or just some of the songs:
💖Thank you💖
I really hope you liked those you checked out!! Tell me what you think and don't be afraid to ask me about the lyrics or something!!
To anyone who couldn't handle the whole 34-pages-long essay and just scrolled past this post/couldn't be bothered to read my ramblings and just went for the songs:
💫💞Thank you💞💫
even only for your patience alone, sorry for clogging your dash with my bullshit lmao (not only with this post, just in general) and I hope you have a great day!!
@ italian mutuals feel free to add more!! Let's make the italian indie rock scene more known to the world!! Unleash the mammamia spirit ❤️❤️❤️
#witchy.txt#the MAMMAMIA land bands masterpost#witchy's band archive#måneskin#after hours#afterhours#manuel agnelli#subsonica#superhorror#superhorrorfuck#verdena#tre allegri ragazzi morti#the bastard sons of dioniso#punkreas#furor gallico#umberto emo#negrita#caparezza#linea 77#litfiba#rhapsody of fire#italian rock#italian indie#italian punk#italian band#italian metal#this literally took me like three days to complete#now excuse me but I'm gonna lay on some grass for a few hours#if anyone gave me just any sorts of feedback about this post it'd mean the world to me#yes even if you hated it. thank you for taking the time and energy to prove me wrong <3
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Bedtime Stories (Ethan x Lilac)
Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende)
Format: Dialogue only
Series: Newlyweds Game
Author’s Note: Thank you @genevievemd for the questions this week!
Where did you go on your second date?
Lilac: Miami
Ethan: *sighs* You’re counting the coffee as our first date again, aren’t you?
Lilac: Obviously. Or should I go further back? The baseball game?
Ethan: Sure. Do you usually wear a beer helmet on all your first dates?
Lilac: *blushing but unrelenting* Nope. That was just for you.
Ethan: I feel so special.
Lilac: Good, because you are.
Ethan: *now it’s his turn to blush and barrel on* Our real second date was dinner in Little Italy followed by the night club.
Lilac: You’re right. *scrunches her nose* That was the worst date ever.
Ethan: *hums in agreement* Yes, it’s not ideal when the night ends in a brawl.
Lilac: Or when the guy taking someone out on a date doesn’t even dance with her.
Ethan: I agree. What an idiot.
(A/N: I was writing this fic. It’s a WIP. Maybe someday I’ll finish it.)
What is their pet name for you? Do you have a favorite? Do you have a least favorite?
Lilac: He calls me “love” or “darling”. Begrudgingly.
Ethan: I do it with more acceptance now. I never understood the point of pet names.
Lilac: Until I called you “mi amor”?
Ethan: I have to admit that was...nice.
Lilac: What about “mi vida”? Or “mi cielo”? Even “babe”?
Ethan: *barely listening. He’s too busy giving her the most loving look anyone has ever seen. Without saying a word, he goes in for a sweet, tender kiss.*
Ethan: Those are all my favorite.
Lilac: My favorite is “Rookie” because he called me that from day one, which means he was already into me early on.
Ethan: *rolls his eyes but doesn’t deny it*
What is their silliest fear?
Ethan: Lilac is scared of that ginger doll.
Lilac: Chuckie. We’ve been through this, babe. He murders people. It’s not silly to be terrified of him.
Ethan: If you’re murdered by a plastic doll one third your size then maybe you deserved to go.
Lilac: *snorts with laughter despite herself, playfully slapping his arm.* Okay, I’ll match that energy the next time we see a spider in the apartment.
Ethan: They’re real and poison--
Lilac: They’re one twentieth the size of an average human. One fortieth for you. If it kills you, maybe it was your time to go.
Ethan: *rolls his eyes but laughs*
How often do you go on dates together? Do you think it’s enough or would you like to go out more often?
Lilac: We go on “real” dates once a month when the stars align and we both have the evening off. Other than that, we improvise on a daily basis. We try to have lunch together and if that’s not possible, we take a coffee break together. Really, any span longer than twenty minutes when we can be alone counts as a mini date.
Ethan: Best part of my day.
What was the first thing your spouse said after the proposal.
Lilac: He audibly sighed with relief and said “Thank God.” It was so cute because he thought there was a chance I would say no.
Ethan: I didn’t want to be presumptuous. Lilac said, “You’re bleeding.”
Lilac: He dropped to one knee in the middle of the forest floor, there were sharp rocks and cut his knee.
Ethan: I didn’t care. The outcome was more than worth it.
Lilac: Yeah, but you could’ve waited until we were back at the cabin. I would’ve still said yes.
Ethan: I couldn’t wait a second longer to ask you.
If you were forced to marry one of your exes, who would it be?
Ethan: None of them.
Lilac: Cheater. You have to pick someone. Anyone. They are all gorgeous and brilliant.
Ethan: I’m serious. I wouldn’t have married any of them.
Lilac: *raises a brow*
Ethan: You know what I was like back then. I didn’t believe in marriage. Or soulmates.
*He kisses her forehead*
Until you came along.
Lilac: *blushing* Fine. I’ll let you slide because of that line. If someone held a gun to my head, I guess I’d marry Charlie.
Ethan: Which one is that one again?
Lilac: The one who’s an English professor at UC Berkeley now.
Ethan: Ah.
Lilac: You know I love literature, too. At least we can spend our time discussing books. Like a book club. Or like some good old bedtime stories before bed.
Ethan: How endearing.
*A beat*
Ethan: But bedtime stories is not how I’d spend our time in bed.
*Ethan looks at her as though he’s a second away from ripping her clothes off and demonstrating*
Lilac: *impressed and blushing slightly* Then I married the right man.
Credit: @genevievemd
Bonus round:
Speaking of exes, describe each of your spouse’s exes using three words only. Go!
Ethan: We can skip this one, right?
Lilac: Nope.
Jessie
Ethan: Who?
Lilac: My first boyfriend. We dated in high school.
Ethan: Oh. Right. The one who is evidently still in love with you.
Lilac: He’s not in love with me.
Ethan: Irrelevant. Naive. Delusional.
Charlie
Ethan: The professor.
Lilac: The professor.
Ethan: Hrm.
Lilac: Though he wasn’t one when I dated him.
Ethan: Irrelevant. Boring. Pretentious.
Alex
Ethan: Waste of space.
Noah
Ethan: Not a total idiot.
Lilac: That’s four words...and an incredibly tame assessment.
Ethan: I read up on him. He’s a decent doctor in the west coast.
Michael
Ethan: Impressive Orthopedic Surgeon.
Lilac: I’m starting to think you favor doctors.
Ethan: His work is interesting, I’ll give him that. And his research is sound.
Lilac: So my taste in men is not that questionable?
Ethan: I wouldn’t go that far. He’s still, after all, a surgeon.
Malcolm
Ethan: I have nothing to say about this one. He’s decent.
Lilac: Wow, that’s a raving review coming from you, babe.
Lilac: Babe, we’re going to be here all day.
Ethan:*does not look amused*
Lilac: I admire you, actually. You’re my hero.
Ethan: Are you going to get started or not?
Lilac: Right, let me just make this easy. They’re all gorgeous. All brilliant. Talented. Impressive. Powerful. I’ve only met Fiona, Christina, and Harper. Fiona was a bit intense but no one can deny she’s a revolutionary doctor in her field.
Ethan: They said three words.
Lilac: Christina was pleasant enough to me and her contributions to medical research speak volumes.
Ethan: True.
Lilac: And Harper. *Is at a loss for words* Harper, where do I even begin? She’s the reason we’ll be here all day because I could talk about her for days. I will say this though: she’s an inspiration.
Ethan: *nods once and begins to get up from his seat* So we’re done here?
Lilac: *goes on* No one has changed the game like she has and I’m prepared to bet no one will. And on top of that, she’s charming, generous, and hilarious. She’s way out of your league.
Ethan: Thanks.
A/N: Sorry I had to make the end rushed lol. This was getting long. And I didn’t even include all of the exes I said Ethan had. My man is experienced and I’m here for it.
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★ synopsis: where are you?
★ character(s): oikawa tōru
★ warnings: crying i guess, implied breakdown?
★ minty’s notes: here, a snack. ‘cause i feel like everyone needs a break from the world sometimes. comfort from one of the best, most understanding boys in haikyuu when it comes to all-over-the-place emotions
“mi amor, i’m home!”
when he receives no answer, oikawa pouts. he just came back from a very nice beach volleyball match, having brought your dinner from your favorite spot in san juan on the way, as well as some of your favorite cake from the shop down the street. his first thought is to check the living room, since when you’re busy with your own stuff you station on the couch, legs folded under you in concentration. his second thought is to put the bag of goodies down on the counter before panicking that you aren’t in the spot he expected you to be.
“where are you?” he mutters under his breath, now a bit concerned. he’s sure you’re somewhere home. he talked to you a few minutes prior, so where could you have gone? maybe in the backyard? no, there’s nobody on the swing sofa. he checked the kitchen, the nook under it (where you sometimes hide from him only to jump and scare him), the backyard, the door to the first floor bathroom is open and you’re not there.
an invisible bulb lights up above his head as he scrambles up the stairs, tripping over the stupid china vase your mother gifted you on your wedding (he threatened to throw it away and this time, he just might) and almost falling. he finds his way to the door of your shared bedroom and he freezes before sighing. opening said door without making a sound has never been so hard.
his heart clenches painfully in his chest as he sees you curled on the floor—not even in bed, which is even worse—clutching a star-shaped pillow to your chest as you sob. it’s worse than he remembers. your sobs always make him want to cry, too, which is why he’s doing his best to not see you in this state. he’s a little late to this party, though.
he approaches you slowly, crouching so you’re face to face with your pretty husband. you didn’t notice him enter in your sadness, too absorbed in your negative emotions. his warm palm settles in your cheek as gently as he can—you still flinch, but he understands.
“i’m here, corazón. i’m here.”
that simple reassurance makes your tears stream even faster as you discard the pillow and throw your arms around his neck, and oikawa is more than willing to catch you as he rubs soothing circles on your back with one hand. the other moves to stroke the base of your neck, scratching your skin lightly. he whispers something in spanish that you can’t quite catch and you look up at him, teary eyes and quivering lip.
“w-what?” he smiles gently, his hand coming to caress your head. he presses his lips against your forehead in a tender kiss and whispers the words again.
“te amo, mi cielo.”
“what does it mean, tooru?” you sniffle, fists clenching around the fabric of his shirt. it’s soft and warm, just like him, and you bury your face in his chest as he holds you close to him.
“it means ‘i love you, my sky’.” you smile a little, closing your eyes. his heartbeat calms you down and allows you to take a deep breath. “that’s good, corazón. breathe in and breathe out with me. one, two—like i taught you.”
while you follow his instructions, he scoops you up in his arms and switches roles, leaning on the side of the bed as he holds you to his chest, curled up and his frame covering you completely. he doesn’t know how you got in this state, but he doesn’t want it to continue.
sometimes he just wants to hide you away—to protect you from the world—he wishes his arms could shelter you forever from all the pain and suffering you were bound to experience as a human. he knows this is a necessary part so you can grow further, but that doesn’t mean he likes it. “can you tell me what happened?” he asks softly, tightening his grip on you when a hiccup racks your body.
“just—‘m just a little overwhelmed, tooru,” you sniffle, resting your head against his shoulders. you hate how perceptive he is sometimes—but he does it for your own good, you remind yourself. “don’t wanna—don’t wanna do anything.”
“too hard?” he receives a nod and smiles a little. “i understand. just know that i’m always here for you, mi corazón. alright?”
“alright, tooru,” you whisper back, eyelids heavy. his natural warmth and soothing presence lull you to sleep as he starts humming a tune, the sound reverberating in his chest. things will be alright, somehow. tooru always made things better.
“i got you some cake,” he mutters, nose buried in your hair, “but we can eat it later. sleep tight, mi amor.”
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I Have Loved You (Crygi) - Leda
A/N - Hi there ! i wanted to put a little note here , please read the trigger warning before reading , other then that i really hope you enjoy this one shot!
ao3 link here
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Methyd, Crystal. Another hospital band to add to the ongoing collection when she gets home. It’s not a small collection either; in fact, in the last 2 years of collecting them, the box began to overflow. 103 hospital visits and 72 overnight stays, 3 diagnoses, 2 years, 1 best friend through it all. Gigi Goode had been her best friend since they met at a college party when they were 18. When Crystal got sick, everyone would come to visit her. But as time went on people slowly stopped coming. Gigi, however, always showed up.
They were inseparable. Gigi visited every day, and when Crystal wasn’t in the hospital they spent all their free time with each other and their families.
However, lately, Crystal had been getting worse and worse. Her speech was impaired whenever she was tired, and she had trouble walking. She had been in the hospital for 132 days now - Gigi's been counting. Crystal doesn’t seem to be getting any better either, yet the girl is nothing but positive.
“Geege, I’m o-kay. Whatever he sa-ys I’m okay.” Crystal explains, struggling on a few words but managing to articulate after a moment. Gigi was nervously pacing around the room. They had run more tests to try and see how long she had left, or if she was getting better. They both knew she wasn’t, but Gigi insisted they test her and Crystal couldn't say no to Gigi.
A small knock on the door startles Gigi enough to sit on the bed with Crystal. The doctor walks in with an apologetic face. “Crystal, I am very sorry to say you aren’t getting better. Your heart is getting weaker ever time we see you” The doctor kept speaking, but Gigi had already tuned him out. She isn’t getting better. If she isn’t getting better, she’s dying.
“There has to be something you can do!” Gigi practically begged the man. She was on the verge of tears, the cracking in her voice making it evident. Crystal places a hand on her knee, signaling her to breathe.
“I’m sorry girls.” he sighs and turns on his heels, padding out of the room. Gigi couldn’t turn to look at her best friend. She knew that if she did, she would break down in tears, which isn’t fair. She isn’t the one dying, and yet it feels like a piece of her is. In fact, Crystal is a piece of her. A piece of her IS dying.
“Gigi, look at me” Crystal murmurs out, reaching down and grabbing Gigi’s hand. “I’m here still, I am alive.” she says and smiles softly. When Gigi won’t look, she puts her hand on her cheek and turns the other girl's face to meet hers. “Babs, I’m alive”
“Crys, I don’t want to lose you.” Her voice breaks and the first tear slips. Crystal sighs and pulls her into a warm embrace. Both of them crying into each other for god knows how long. Love. Love is the word anyone who could see them would use to describe them.
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“Crystal, oh my god!” Gigi squeals as Crystal sprays her with water in her backyard. It was the middle of summer and a hot LA day, but Crystal didn’t have a pool. Gigi did, but they were already at Crystal’s house and didn’t want to leave. So Crystal got her hose. “You bitch! That’s cold!”
“Oops,” She says simply and shrugs, spraying her again. Gigi continued to squeal and run away, Crystal chasing her quickly. 18, they had no worries. The world was theirs. They had just graduated and they could do anything they wanted. 18.
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“We’re 24 Georgina, get me a fucking beer,” Crystal said, jokingly. Gigi laughs and sighed, handing Crystal a beer from her fridge. Crystal was finally out of the hospital and it felt like she was getting better, they couldn’t be happier. “Thank you m’ lady” the redhead joked, making Gigi snort.
“You’re such a fucking dork!” Gigi giggled and sipped her wine cooler. Crystal was about to say something when their song came on. “Cryssie! Our song! Dance with me?” she asked and stood up, offering the girl in front of her a hand. Crystal smiled softly and took her hand, slowly standing up and placing her hands gently on Gigi’s hips. They danced as the song played loudly through the speaker in Gigi’s house.
“So kiss me where I lay down, my hands pressed to your cheeks, a long way from the playground” Crystal sang quietly to the other girl. Little did the shorter girl know, Gigi felt the lyrics on a deeper level.
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Gigi was sat next to Crystal’s hospital bed, her guitar resting on her knee as she listened to Crystal’s song requests.
“Can we sing our song?” Crystal asked, her voice was hoarse. Gigi smiled proudly at her and strummed the opening lines. “I’ve got a heart” she opened.
“And I’ve got a soul” Gigi sang back. They both knew their parts by heart.
“Believe me, I’ll use them both” The two girls sang in sync. “We made a start, be it a false one, I know, baby I don’t want, to feel alone” They continued to sing. However, Crystal’s breaths became shallow and she struggled to sing. Her solo for the ending had been approaching and they both knew she couldn’t sing it.
“To be loved and to be in love” Crystal tried, but she couldn’t take in enough air to continue.
“And all I can do is say that these arms were made for holding you, And I want a love like you made me feel, When we were 18, I want a love like you made me feel, When we were 18, I want a love like you made me feel When we were 18” Gigi sang effortlessly, a few tears glistening in her eyes at the thought of her best friend not even being able to finish her favorite part of their song.
“I love you Geege” Crystal struggled to get out. The taller girl stood up and handed Crystal the oxygen mask next to her bed.
“I love you to Crys” The blonde spoke quietly, a single tear falling down her cheek, unbeknownst to the other person in the dimly lit hospital room. “I love you more than you know” She adds with a sigh, but Crystal had already fallen asleep, snoring quietly.
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Crystal was still in the hospital today, but she seemed to be doing much better, and Gigi was sat in her room giggling and joking with her when she got the sudden urge to tell her something, rather serious.
“Crystal, I, I need to tell you something.” Gigi rushed out in a panicked voice. The sick girl tilted her head and smiled at her friend, urging her to continue.
Do I tell her? If she lives and doesn’t feel the same it could ruin our friendship. But, if I don’t tell her and she dies I’ll regret it forever. Fuck it.
“Crystal Elizabeth Methyd” she breathed in deeply before continuing. “I like you. I mean like, I like you, more than in a friend way. In a ‘I want to kiss you’ way” she finally let out a breath of relief when she realized she had said it completely. Now all of her feelings were out on the table.
“Gigi Goode, stand up” Crystal demanded. Gigi swallowed hard and obeyed, not sure what the girl was about to ask of her. “Walk your ass over here” again, Gigi did as she was told, slowly and nervously padding over to the shorter girl sitting in the hospital bed, the cheesy one direction blanket laying on her lap. As soon as Gigi was hovering her Crystal, the girl below her reached up with her hand, the IV poking out of her wrist, it all caught Gigi’s eye as her hand balled in her own shirt, pulling her down as Crystal crashed her lips into Gigi’s. The blonde froze for a moment, feeling as if she had been dreaming. She was snapped back into reality as Crystal pulled her closer, and she allowed herself to kiss the smaller girl back. The kiss felt like fireworks were going off in her stomach and someone held burning coals to her lips at the same time, in the best possible way. After what felt like hours, but was most likely only a few seconds, they pulled apart, forehead resting on forehead, Crystal, hand still balled into her shirt, Gigi’s planted on the wall behind them, holding herself up. “I like you too. In an ‘I want to kiss you’ way” Crystal admitted, a light blush appearing on her tan cheeks.
“You have my heart” Gigi breathed out quietly, causing Crystal to giggle.
“Mi Cielo” Crystal hums and moves over, making room for Gigi to lay with her, the taller girl gladly laying next to her. Gigi hums as she holds the girl with messy red hair in her arms, hearing the quiet snores after a few moments. Slowly, she stands up, careful not to wake her sleeping partner and grabs her bag, blowing a kiss in Crystal’s direction before leaving for the night.
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“Dulzura!” Crystal shouted, calling Gigi over towards her from across the beach. Crystal was in the water, Gigi had been laying on the towel in the sun. The blonde stood up reluctantly and made her way over to the freezing ocean where her best friend was floating happily. “Come in with me”
“Nope, it looks freezing” Gigi shook her head, arms crossed tightly over her chest. Crystal, however, was not taking no for an answer. She walked over to Gigi and picked her up, throwing her over her own shoulder, causing the taller girl to squeal. “Crystal Elizabeth put me down!”
“Okay” Crystal said with a smirk, tossing Gigi into the water in front of them.
“I’m going to kill you” The 19 year old cried out as she was now soaked by the icy cold water.
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The next day rolled around, Gigi waking up an hour before visiting hours started. She applies light makeup and throws on her boots, quickly heading out the door. 30 minutes until visiting hours. Gigi arrives at the store, buying a bouquet of colorful flowers and a little stuffed puppy. Visiting hours were now open. She quickly arrived at the hospital, walking in with a smile on her face that nothing could take away. Or so she thought. That’s when she saw Crystal’s mom. She was crying. She was crying.
“Miss Methyd, are you okay? Is Crystal okay? Can I see her?” Gigi asks many questions very quickly.
“Gigi, honey, Crystal, she didn’t... she passed away late last night”
Those words hit Gigi like a truck.
“Her last words were for you. She said ‘Tell Gigi, I have loved you since we were 18, long before we both thought the same thing, to be loved, to be in love. All I can do is say that these arms were made for holding you, I wanna love like you made me feel, When we were 18:”
#rpdr fanfiction#crystal methyd#gigi goode#crygi#angst#lesbian au#leda#tw degenerative illness#tw major character death#tw hospital
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La Mia Ragazza Rockey
Chapter 20
When I was ten, I met a girl named Brittney; we sat next to each other in class. I remember trying to be very sweet to her; being new to the neighborhood didn’t guarantee that she’d be miss popular. Turned out, she would spend the next seven years bullying me. Apparently I started it by being “too nice”.
It had gotten so bad at one point, that the name “Brittney” became synonymous with pure evil. To this day, I recoil at the mere thought of her, and the things she's done to me. I’ve had my head dunked in used toilets almost everyday. I never got the chance to eat lunch at school, cause Brittney was “hungry”. My grades suffered the most, and there was one point where I didn’t think I would graduate high school.
I would sometimes hide in one of the stalls in the unused girls’ bathroom, whenever I got a chance to hide during lunch. Brittney and her crew ALWAYS found me. ALWAYS. I’ve had broken bones, busted lips, bruises, and cuts that I was forced to hide from my grandparents.
One day, my grandpa discovered a wound, and immediately sat me down. He had always figured there was something wrong; it was the sight of a particular bruise that set off every alarm in his mind.
“Rockey, sit down.” he said firmly. His tone of voice set off a few red flags, but as I quickly recalled the events from the past couple of days, I couldn’t find anything bad that I’ve done.
I sat down, and waited anxiously for whatever he was going to say or do. I’ve lived with my grandparents since I was six; my parents were deemed irresponsible to take care of me by Family Court. My grandparents, especially my grandpa, meant everything to me.
My grandpa, Jasper, sat across from me with a serious face. After a few seconds, he reached over to the small table next to his favorite recliner. He pulled out his gun, and began loading the chamber. My heart began racing.
“I’m sorry! I don’t know what I’ve done, but I’m REALLY SORRY!” I blurted out. Though he had never raised a hand or voice at me, he was still a scary man.
He looked at me with a bewildered look. “What the hell are you talking about Rockey? I’m not going to hurt you.”
The relief on my face was clearly visible. But there was something bothering me: why was he loading his gun?
“Rockey, I am going to ask you this once. Is that fruity-tooty, sorry ass excuse of a boyfriend putting his hands on you?” he asked as he held onto his loaded gun and his car keys. It took me a few seconds to fully understand what was going on.
“Oh God no! Danny has never done that, I promise.” I said quickly.
My grandpa looked at me for a few minutes, as if scanning my eyes to see if I was ying. As soon as he was satisfied with my answer, he dropped his keys on top of the dresser. He, however, held onto his gun.
“Then who is the one that is hurting you?” he asked, pointing to my covered arm. Earlier today, I had wrapped a massive bruise that I got recently from school.
Instinctively, I began to rub my arm, despite the slight pain. I began to mumble in response, something that my grandpa hated the most.
“Rockey, you know I don’t like that mumbling shit.” he said. “I’ve always told you to speak your mind clearly.”
“It...it’s from…” I began, but couldn’t utter a word. It wasn’t as if I was afraid of him; I was dreading his disappointment. My grandma, Cielo, told me that when my grandpa was younger, he basically ran his neighborhood. He wasn’t a thug, or anything like that, but he did not take shit from anybody. He was well respected and loved by a lot of people.
I thought he would be mad that his granddaughter was being pushed around, without defending herself. And the last thing I ever wanted to do, was to make him feel disappointed. I’ve always felt like a burden to my parents, and they made sure that I knew it. I can’t imagine making my grandparents feel the same way.
He let out a pensive sigh. “Rockey, is it someone from school? A bully?” I could only nod in response.
He put his gun away, and gently grabbed my hands. “Now, whoever this is will pay for their actions. No one, and I mean no one, touches my baby girl. But I need you to learn how to defend yourself. This is getting out of hand, and it’ll only get worse. Don’t you let anyone EVER hurt you like this ever again.” With that, he grabbed his keys again, and got up.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“To raise Hell at your school.” he replied simply.
I don’t know what came over me, but I quickly got up and grabbed his arm. “No, wait. Let me handle this.”
My grandpa looked at me seriously, before saying, “I’m giving you one chance to handle this before I do.”
That was enough motivation for me to get a hold of the situation. I went straight to the principal’s office the next day, and reported the issue. Normally they wouldn’t expel a student based solely off of one incident, but the multiple injuries, and its severity, deemed Brittney too dangerous to be in school. She was expelled within a week of investigation. After that, I had never seen her again.
But as I opened the door to Principal Lindstrom’s office, a sickly familiar face greeted me.
Mr. Lindstrom’s office was enormous: a beautiful wooden desk was positioned in the center of the room. Pictures of celebrities that had either attended the school, or visited, was scattered all over the place. There was a section of the wall by the door dedicated to the school’s baseball team. There were multiple pictures of every year’s team, and at the center of it, was the school’s prized possession: a wooden bat with signatures from the 2002 winning team. The player who used that bat won a scholarship to Vanderbilt University.
A jade green rug covered the floor, and a gold curtain covered the windows. Like everything else in this school, it was unnecessarily expensive for no reason.
There were seven chairs laid out in front of the principal. A young girl, whose face was buried in her hands, sat by herself. A young boy, with a small cut on his cheek, sat with a greedy grin. He was situated next to a well-dressed business man, who had the same identical grin as the boy. And on the other side of the boy, sat Brittney, whose psychotic grin grew wider once we made eye contact.
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Please give us fluffy guayguay hc's.
YES MY FLUFFY BOYS
Btw this is not that fluffy bc well it’s me I’m angsty angst boy but I tried uahduajd
they first started developing feelings (in the current times) in part because being constantly surrounded by their big loud neighbors made both crave for something calm and peaceful and they found that in their small moments together.
Moments like going to lunch together after a Mercosur meeting, helping each other on boring work things, or talk endlessly in a quiet corner of whatever party they might be. They’re really comfortable around each other, both relax a lot and are more themselves than in big groups or with some other people.
Para is also the one person uru can’t say no to. Completely powerless against those big shiny eyes and that little face he does when it wants something. There’s just so much self-control a man can have in him
One hc I really like is that Sebastian, being this more serious man who tends to avoid strong emotions, is completely taken aback by how Dani is much more open about his feelings and emotionally mature, he’s not afraid to voice it and doesn’t try to look cool and detached as too many (including Sebastian) do.
And this attitude makes Sebastian sometimes be hit HARD with FeelingsTM he has a hard time containing and doesn’t know what to do with them. It takes him a while to understand, oh, is this what being in love feels like?
both but specially uru don’t have much relationship experience. They’ve had their affairs and had strong emotional connections before, maybe even a little bit of love, but nothing that he felt he couldn’t stop himself from having if he just put the on the effort.
And when both realize that new layer of love over all those shared moments from before, there’s a bit of that DenialTM. Uru is sure is nothing more than initial infatuation, Para not for a second believes his feelings could be returned, and neither wants to risk what they do have with an affair or worse, with a rejection.
I don’t have a specific hc abt their first kiss but one possibility I like is just they talking one day and Uru gets one of those Strong Feelings after something Para says and in a crazy moment of impulsiveness he kisses him. It’s not like Uruguay to have moments like this, to be impulsive ever, which forces him to realize that he’s way deeper in love than he had imagined.
Another possibility is Para kissing him first, and then Uru kinda rejects him bc he doesnt know how to deal with Strong Feelings and would hate more than anything in the world to end up hurting Dani later. So like things get really weird for a few days or weeks until baby realizes he’s being an idiot and go kiss his man back like he should have.
They decide to keep it a secret for a while, mostly because they know Martins reaction will be.... something. Also because both kinda still feel like this is just a fragile little crush from the other and telling it to people might make it too real. So for a long time (maybe years!) they don’t tell a soul.
At first they are very very careful with the secret but after a while they’re just trying to see how many times they can kiss behind martin’s back or have sex in his bedroom, hold hands under the table, sext during dinner, etc, without getting caught.
But is during this time they develop some habits that stay with them forever, like having most of their dates are their own homes and trying to make the best out of it, going to small distant towns on the weekends where they can’t easily be recognized, boat rides to the middle of nowhere that end in a picnic on a hiding spot, etc.
After a while they’re also resisting to tell the world to avoid changing this comfortable dynamic they’ve developed, like it wouldn’t be the same without the secret. Sometimes things are better when you keep them to yourself, no one needs to knows.
But eventually they do tell everyone. Arg reacting to Guayguay is my favorite thing. To paraphrase an anon for a while ago “Martin: just found out Daniel and Sebastian’s lives don’t revolve around me. #disappointed and #upset”. He’s shocked lol he thought he was part of the trio not that he was the third-wheel 😔 and though the three still hang out together after, Martin is constantly DISGUSTEDtm at any form of affection they show ever. The first time Dani calls Sebastian Mi Cielo in public he has a fuking stroke.
Para’s mom was never a fan of anyone dating her boy in the first place, but with all the options he had in the continent, she’s happy he picked Uruguay lol (basically Sebastian is the kid all the parents want their kid to date)
PDA! Thanks to another anon, I’ve adopted the hc that para calls uru mi Cielo and mi Sol. Uru calls Pari mi vida. Constantly. It’s gross.
Also they hold hands so much??? Is that even allowed?? And if before they were kissing and holding hands in secret now they do it in front of everyone.
Daniel’s social media is full of pictures of their dates together, pictures of the homemade romantic dinners, of the places they visit, and the descriptions are either small romantic texts or just emojis like 🥰🍷👬 💕
Sebastian’s on the other hand have spontaneous pictures of Dani he took when he wasn’t looking, like him gazing at the sunset or sleeping on the couch looking like an angel. And the descriptions are even more disgusting bc it’s just things like “my love”, “sunshine”. Martin is this close to blocking them
No matter how much time has passed, Sebastian still a little flushed whenever Dani is a little too sweet with him, or tells him he loves him. Like homeboy literally cannot Believe this is happening.
Usnduajduajduajjdua they gross I’m sorry
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30 UtaPri Questions
I finally got around to doing this after being tagged so here we go :3
this is supposed to go on my main but i already saved the draft before i could do anything so oh well ;w;
Your Best Boy? Natsuki, but Cecil and Camus are not too far behind.
Your Least Favorite Boy? I don’t really have any; they’re all really nice.
A Character You Never Thought You Would Love as Much as You Do Now? Y-Yamato. . . There’s just something about him that makes me happy ÚwÙ
A Character You Can Relate to in Any Way? Otoya, I guess. I’m not exactly sure on how I should put it, though.
A Character That You Think Deserved More Love? Eiichi, definitely. I know he’s messed up a lot and I don’t agree with what he did, but it’s (not really but it’s there) simple to see he means well. I know what it’s like to do something I thought as good but ended up hurting someone else through it, which in turn hurt me. He had good intentions, but went with them the wrong way. I do understand why people feel so upset and angry towards him; in a way, he has been shown in a bad light. Then again, HEAVENS in general during their very first appearance in Season 2 were depicted to be like the main villains of the series. Then again, that’s probably just me overanalyzing again. Sorry for the rambling ;w:
A Character You Would Want as Your Partner/Lover? Haruka. Just Haruka. Let me smooch.
A Character You Would Want as Your Mentor/Senpai? Reiji! I mean, he’s Reiji. And maybe Cesshi. Or Masato. Maybe Camus if I’m allowed to make fun of him.
Your Favorite Ship? NatsuCam. Such a rare pair. Like, a really fucking rare pair. Most of the content for it is mine. Haha ;w;
A Character You Want to Cosplay/Have Already Cosplayed? I’d like to try Cesshi, but I don’t know if my skin’s dark enough for that so I don’t wanna risk any chances. An alternative may be Natsuki, but then I’d be a short kinda chubby-looking Natsuki. Kira’d be nice too though! But I’m probably a little too expressive for him;;; Nagi’d be a nice fit as well, I dunno :3
Favorite Side Character? I’m not really sure if Satsuki counts as a side character since he really only shows up during Natsuki-centered episodes. If not him, then Tomochika! She. Just she.
Your Favorite Solo Song? I found myself enjoying Cesshi’s solo songs a lot. Destiny Song really brings me in. Brand New Melody has a lil something to it that makes me really happy though. I don’t know what it is, but it gives me a nice feeling inside. I also really like SUKIxSUKI Hanamaru and Hatsukoi o Mata Hajimeyou!! Those are both really nice songs that make me feel really fluffy happy inside >w<! And Melting of Snow. And Hurrayx2 Dreamers. And there’s a lot of solo songs I like. Oops.
Your Favorite Duet Song? North Wind and SunShine. I just really like that song. Like, that was the duet song my mind really stuck onto when I first started playing SL. I got attached.
Your Favorite Trio Song? Kaleidoscope. When I watched the movie in theaters, that was the one I kinda got really hooked on;;;
Your Favorite Group Song? There’s Mirai Chizu and Maj LOVE 2000% and QUARTET NIGHT and Poison KISS and HEAVENS GATE and GIRAx2 SEVEN an—
Your Least Favorite Group Song? FORCE LIVE I guess?? I mean, the chorus is okay and stuff, but the other things in the song are just not really my taste. Like the beginning. The beginning just feels so eeeeehhh to me;;;
Your Favorite Singer? I think they’re all good how do choose favorite help—
Your Favorite Group/Trio/Duo? Favorite group is hard to choose; they all are good. Favorite trio is easily either the Kawaii Group or the White Chocolate Horse/Tea Party Group (Natsuki, Ren, and Camus). Favorite duo is also very easily the Royal Group.
Your Favorite Member of STARISH? Natsuki Shinomiya. Tsuki-chan. Ye. I love he. Cesshi’s also very close behind. He sweet. Beb. I also love he.
Your Favorite Member of QUARTET NIGHT? Camus. Used to be Reiji. Sorry, maracaboo. It all started when I got his My Only Prince UR (the first MOP card I got) which in turn made me go “I guess I’ll change Natsuki for him on my screen and then I tapped him and he go “high butler voice time hewwo mistwess uwu ^-^” and I went “holy shi—
Your Favorite Member of HEAVENS? Yamato!! I love him. I love his appearance. I love his clothing choices. I love his voice. I love his personality. I. Uh. Munscklez. Ha;;;;;;;;
Your Favorite Seiyuu/Voice Actor? Why do I have to choose one? I mean, unrelated but through their seiyuus and stuff I was able to find out Mamoru is in the Japanese dub of The Lorax and that put me through a fucking loop. Thanks, Mamo :3
Favorite Drama CD? Lycoris no Mori. Shit. That was. Made me remember that Vocaloid song The Wolf Who Fell in Love with Little Red Riding Hood. Also Black Hood Cesshi. Evil boi. Just doing evil spirit boi things. Kinda caused people to murder along the way but it’s okay because in the end he’s probably still dancing over their dead bodies in the woods. Also wolf Randolph Toki red-nosed bitch. Randolph sounds really close to Rudolph, don’tcha agree? And Blood Otoya. Or Brad Otoya. Or whatever. Who in their right mind thought Blood was a good name for a boi? Like, I know he has red hair and red eyes and a red hood and red blood an— Victor. Huntsman Ren. Ren with ponytail. H. That is all. H.
Your Favorite Shining Live Card? *slams hands on table* TEA. PARTY. UR. BOIS. Natsuki please come home soon ;-;
Your Favorite Song Beatmap? Any of the ones with slide notes. Like, a lot of them. Also just any really difficult song I somehow manage to FC on the first couple tries. Like I remember there was one song for an event I was playing in only to get more LP where there was like a fuck ton of notes. I forgot if if was 800 or 900, but there were a lot. And I managed to FC it first try. Haha whoops ;w;
Your Least Favorite Song Beatmap? Nothing really comes to mind except for the lower difficulty ones. When you play a lot of Pro songs, the lower ones just kinda get boring.
Black Dejavu or White Gravity? White Gravity definitely. I can’t believe Masato said “lol bye” and joined the Kawaii and Royal Groups. Also, Natsuki’s high notes. They told him to do it twice and he said “okay :D”. I know it has a more uniform(?) singing distribution and order, but that just personally fits me and my ears better :3
UtaPri Merch That You Own/Watch? I have a Prince Cat of Citron!! And a Natsuki face towel that came along with him. I wanna get either Lime or Aqua next, but I can’t choose who. Lime because second best boi, Aqua because third best boi and shipping reasons. Also, you ever follow accounts that have Prince Cats of different sizes and have them act out as if they’re like a lil family? I want that life. Like, there’s one I follow on Twitter with Rosso and Cielo and Iris and Arancia and Verde and a lil Aqua as their child and I adore them. They use emojis to represent who’s talking and the lil Aqua’s emoji is a lollipop it’s just so cute ;-;. . .
How did You Get into UtaPri? Shining Live. I saw that Klab had another idol rhythm game on the app store and went “Why not? I haven’t had one with guydols yet?” and look where we are now;;;
A Set Theme in Shining Live That You Want to See in the Future? I’ve been having a bunch of gacha set and event ideas on a note on my phone. Like street dancer, fairytales, zodiac, zookeeper, cyber, and seven deadly sins/four horsemen as gacha ideas (some I already made art concepts for;;;). And for events, I got carhop, first date kinda thing, and ice/figure skating. In short, I want a lot :3
Why Do You Love Your Best Boy? At first, it was because he adores cute things and I adore cute things and he’s cute so I adore him. After learning more about him, I do see more similarities between the two of us. The feeling of being betrayed and growing defensive because of it, his defense being Satsuki and mine is trying to use words to help me. The need to grow stronger to not be seen as a burden, to try and not rely and depend on others to fight our battles for us. There’s probably more I can dwell upon, but that’s all I can think about for now.
Tagging: I don’t know I’m sorry ;-;. . . Anyone who wants to do this can have the go ahead.
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ALL (supervillain laugh) take your time tho :D
Oh no WHY alright I submit *sighs, shakes my head, and briefly regrets all my life choices*
here we go! (#9 and #19 are pending specific opera submissions)
I wrote an overly long post here in response to this question a while back
Don Carlo!!!
Just started Halka. Not very far in, but I’m liking it so far.
In full, Cavalleria rusticana (yesterday)
Die tote Stadt (specifically the one recording conducted by Erich Leinsdorf)
Sopranos, with baritones in a very close second.
I will keep advocating for a Belle Époque Simon Boccanegra until it actually happens. Also Paris Commune Le prophète.
*see the 2017 Paris Opéra cast, except very reluctantly swap in Furlanetto for Abdrazakov*
pending submission of a specific opera
really tough...the ROH 1985 one was my first, so it may be my favorite for sentimental reasons, although I also LOVE the current ROH/Met coproduction (with the exception of some details), the Salzburg 2013, and that Liège production from not too long ago
well, based on several factors (including roles I’ve played in musicals, choir assignments, and stuff from voice lessons in the past), I’ll say Poppea (Agrippina), Zerlina (Don Giovanni), and Urbain (Les Huguenots)
Yes, my answer is Don Carlo
Depending on the day, either ‘Dio, che nell’alma infondere’, ‘Nuit d’ivresse et d’extase infinie’, or ‘Ô ciel! où courez-vous?’
my HOMEGIRL Princess Éboli
any really good rendition of ‘Depuis le jour’. that aria SLAPS.
I’m cheating and doing a play instead BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE IT anyway we need Ibsen-based operas and I nominate Hedda Gabler with Sonya Yoncheva and Lisette Oropesa as Hedda and Thea there I said it if you want further casting ask me again later
I don’t know if there’s any one character I have the same personality as??? although I was recently told by someone else on here that my personality is a cross between Figaro and Marguerite de Valois so... make of that what you will (and tell me what you think!)
we all know my answer to this (it’s Carlo/Rodrigo)
also pending a specific opera submission
depends on...a lot of factors, but I adore both Jonas Kaufmann and José Carreras (he is the best of the Three Tenors; no, I am not accepting criticism at this time)
going with Carmen for the sake of argument here, definitely Carmen
...I am not a fan of Puccini’s Manon Lescaut
probably Die tote Stadt, which is seriously bizarre but incredibly amazing (possibly because of its inherent bizarreness?)
not sure if this is in reference to characters or singers; I’ll assume this is about characters and say (of course) Carlo/Rodrigo, with Marie/Tonio and Fenton/Nannetta very close behind.
Renato needs love and hugs and just deserves so much better (he just needs to learn to not be a Jealous Baritone Husband). Other than that drama, he has a proven track record of being a good friend.
waaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyy too many. for the sake of being concise, five I love: Callas, Popp, Benackova, Oropesa, Rebeka.
Verdi ❤️ no one else has written so many great operas I love so much over such a long period of time
waaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyy too many (again). first one that popped into my head just now was Sophie from Werther, so we’re gonna go with her.
Act III finale, La bohème.
how has there not been a good opera version of Twelfth Night? that is operatic comedy gold WAITING to happen
a) I hate these singer questions because I have way too many, and b) among many, many others, Milnes, Gobbi, Zancanaro, Keenlyside, and Tézier.
I see a sweet trouser role, I adopt him. also Annina from La traviata deserves WAY more credit than she gets. love her to death.
since I try to be optimistic or at least neutral when going into a new opera, none
cannot gender swap names in my head at the moment, so Carlo becomes a standard mid-late Verdi soprano role, Elisabetta becomes a baritone (YOU THOUGHT SHE’D BE A TENOR BUT NOOOOO), Rodrigo is the Good Mezzo who gets the Basically Non-Existent Mezzo Death Scene, Éboli is a tenor, Filippo goes full dramatic mezzo, and the Grand Inquisitor becomes a nearly-impossible-to-sing contralto role with a few extremely powerful high notes thrown in because why not. Tebaldo remains a coloratura soprano.
slightly cheating, but Berlioz’s Les Troyens (not directly based on myth, but kinda?)
‘We really gotta hurry-‘ ‘But first, let’s sing about our feelings!’ or ‘death scene with lots of blood and sadness’ or ‘death by singing’ or party gone wrong (I’m a sucker for good opera tropes)
For baritones: Onegin, don’t go to the name day ball. Just don’t. For tenors: either Otello re: trusting Iago over Desdemona or...pretty much Hoffmann’s entire life.
Again, I hate these questions, but here are five anyway: Cossotto, Troyanos, DiDonato, Garanča, and Rachvelishvili.
FILIPPO (I would DIE to be able to play Filippo. also can I just say that bass and bass-baritone roles in (at least originally) French operas are...*chef’s kiss*.)
Éboli’s outfit in Act IV, Scene 1 of the 2017 Paris Don Carlos.
I really, really want to like Aida as much as everyone else seems to, but I still think that while the plot is good and the music is good, it somehow just doesn’t work and is also massively overrated.
so I don’t talk about Lucia di Lammermoor much but it’s awesome and the mad scene is one of my favorite things ever and ALSO THE OPERA SHOULD HAVE ENDED WITH THE MAD SCENE WHAT THE HELL CAMMARANO so yeah there’s that
well, I’ve been in love with Carmen since I was 7, so...
so many! Figaro seems like he’d be a pretty awesome BFF
Three words: Così. fan. tutte
La gioconda, which has okay music overall (although ‘Stella dal marinar’ is good and the Dance of the Hours is an absolute BOP) but I like the plot a lot better (imagine how it would have been if Verdi or even Boito wrote the music!). also ‘Cielo e mar’ is the third-most overrated tenor aria of all time and you can fight me on that.
way too many (again), but I gotta say it: especially in Verdi, Furlanetto simply cannot be beat.
so many ridiculous roles...you know what’s ridiculous? Hélène in Les veprês siciliennes. At least she gets a scene off, but other than that it’s *high notes* *low notes* *coloratura* *declamation over a huge orchestra and chorus* *sassing the French* *cadenza* *repeat for three hours*
I have been meaning to watch Boris Godunov in its entirety for a while and I WILL THIS WEEK (thanks, Met Opera!). Also literally any Wagner. I was going to see the Met HD of Höllander but you know what happened.
Tosca for tragedies, Barbiere di Siviglia for comedies, Don Giovanni for everyone.
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We're back for part two! Remember the last time how I said....
And after that game... I parted ways with my friends once again. Because I had tickets... to Critical Role.
Well... not only that, but I was finally meeting @thievinghippo IRL to see it!
CRITICAL ROLE (aka Friday Night)
I took off right after the previous game had ended and headed for the show. My one big frustration was that it took 30 minutes for my Lyft driver to arrive from AROUND THE BLOCK (ok, about a quarter of a mile, but still). In retrospect, I think he was hoping I'd cancel so he could get a bigger fare or something. I think he just fucked himself over because he could have done that route twice in the time it took him to come get me. So I got there with just a few minutes to spare and no time to get in the merch line. But hey, I found Hippo and met a few other people from Tumblr whose names I recognized!
It was so great to finally meet her, but we had almost no time to talk beforehand (but when we did, it was all about how mad we still are about Jaime / Brienne and also I tried to catch her up to what's happening in CR since she's pretty far behind.)
The show was AWESOME. It was so fun to see live! It was particularly awesome when the entire audience sang along with the theme song (See this video if you haven't yet for those of you not there: https://twitter.com/PhoenixHeart815/status/1157446225223962624 ). It reminded me a lot of singing along with the Sparks Nevada theme the last few TAH shows, I got a little misty-eyed.
The bad? It was really really hot in the theater. At intermission I bolted out to the bathroom and buy cold waters. I was about to get in the merch line but the lights already started flashing. SIGH. I gave Hippo a water and before we could settle in much, the show started again. I told her my plan for the end of the show, though.
I will admit, my lack of sleep from the previous two nights was starting to catch up with me, and I had no caffeine available to combat it with. I almost ducked out of the show early because I felt myself nodding off with the heat in the theater masked with the dark of the theater and that the second half of the show was less exciting (but still fun!) than the first. Seeing the show live was amazing!
Just as Matt said they were ending the show there, I hopped out of my chair (I was in an aisle) and went into the lobby. I was dying to get a set of the metal dice... and they were sold out of EVERYTHING except the big blue d20 and some pins. ARGHGHGHGHGH. So I got the d20, and watched the rest of the show including Liam's very surprising win, on the monitors. (I'd voted for Liam because I assumed Sam would win. I was pleasantly surprised at the outcome. :) Though I love Sam to bits.)
Hippo joined me outside in the lobby early, and we left the theater just ahead of everyone else and she waited and we chatted while I called a Lyft. She wanted to get out before traffic got too crazy, too, so she took off. I am VERY MAD I didn't get a pic with the two of us at all. Next year?!
Then of course my Lyft driver didn't come to where I was exactly (literally at the Lyft pickup/dropoff designated location) and I had to walk around and look for him and by the time I found him, he'd gotten boxed in so we had to wait in traffic anyway. Ah well.
At least the freeway was re-opened that night heading back to the airport, and thus, my hotel, for a shorter ride. I ended up not falling asleep til close to 2.
I loved my evening and would do it all again but that Jeremy and Marcus told me that the Starfinder game they played in that night was AH-FUCKING-MAZING and was literally one of their favorite games of their entire lives, both of them. It was a multi-table megagame that had a pass-fail condition and would shape the next season of the Society, and I'm sad I missed it while being really glad I did what I did. Sometimes it's feast or feast, and you gotta pick which awesome meal you want.
I didn’t take many pics, just one as they were settling in after Sam came out in his costume, and one during intermission. It’s all on Twitch, anyway!
SATURDAY
Oh man, for some really dumb reason we'd scheduled our Saturday morning for 8AM... but it was Starfinder!! Uh, I will say I consumed more caffeine on that Saturday than maybe any other day of my life. But it was needed.
What also helped keep me awake that it was FUCKING FREEZING IN THE ROOM. The game itself was an absolute blast, though. It was a brutal slog through a dead planet with hostile aliens everywhere and we had to stealth through, collect information and get out. This was the game I felt the closest to death in all weekend, I'll say that for sure. But we did it!
The very kind Felice(sp?) who was at the table decided she didn't want to carry her hoodie through the dealer hall, where she was going next, and her husband was working the main table at the Pathfinder room, so she told me to leave it there with him when I was done with it. Since our next game was also in the Paizo room, I took her up on this offer and was warm and comfy the next few hours.
Our DM, an Operative, and Felice, plus the Hoodie of Warmth +2.
A very rare picture of me, on the internet, along with the guys.
And our next game was our first Pathfinder 2 game! We were very excited to try out the system, and were put at a table with a father and son duo. Jeremy and Marcus were excited because the DM was the same guy who'd DM'd their Starfinder game while I was at Critical Role.
The only bad thing that happened here was that the El Paso Cielo Vista shooting news broke. I grew up in El Paso, from when I was 12 to 22... it's Middle School through college for me. Even though I've now lived in Dallas twice as long as I lived in El Paso and I haven't been there in like ten years, it's still... a little bit home. So I left the table for a little bit to get on Facebook and make sure my friends there were all okay (they are), and text with my mom to make sure a family member who still lives there is okay (she is, though she took awhile to answer mom so we were worried.) I have a lot of thoughts though, which belong in another post, and I'm still angry and upset about the shooting, even though it didn't affect me personally. But for now, that's the end of talk of that terribleness.
At our table were a father and ~10 y/o son, who I'm cutting out of the pics because posting pics of minors without getting permission is not OK. Also, the game was SHORT. It turns out it was designed as an intro to Pathfinder 2 or maybe even RPGs in general so we knocked it out pretty quick, like 2.5 hours.
One very cool thing that Pazio was doing was that when you played in a game, you got a wooden token that you took up to the prize table, and rolled a d20 + d10. No matter what you rolled, you got a prize, though most of them were cool little boons for your official characters. However, if you critted, you got to pick a physical prize from the table. Well, we played so much that Jeremy and Marcus both critted twice. They ended up getting ALL THREE Token boxes (like cardboard minis, very nice quality) for Starfinder, plus the Starfinder Beginner's Box. Pretty sure those four things together retailed for over $100. Score!
So after the short game, with time to spare before our next game, the gang decided it was Dealer Hall time, literally the first time Jeremy or Marcus had time to go AT ALL. I volunteered to be the stuff-holder. After dropping off Felice's hoodie, I found a comfy seat near an outlet that was near the dealer hall and let everyone dump the stuff they didn't want to carry with me. They came back and left stuff with me, and then after a couple of hours, also brought me dinner from the food trucks. It was a fair trade.
I also asked Jeremy to stop by one particular booth and pick me up a set of dice I'd decided on, Blue Turquiose stone dice from Metallic Dice Games. I took some pics of the dice below, though the next day I did have Jeremy swap out the d20 at the booth because I didn't like how some of the faces looked (by far the angle in the pic is the best side, there was too much solid color on the other sides of the die.) These are going to be my official dice for my 4e character, who is a storm sorcerer reskinned as a druid.
LOVE THESE DICE, can’t wait to roll ‘em.
DM, Dad and blurred-out son.
A blurred-out boy and my guys.
Our final game of the day was the Cypher system, which is made by Monte Cook (one of the original D&D designers). Cypher is a fairly simple system which mostly just uses a d20 and d6, and the DM never rolls dice. The original system was made for a game called Numenera, which we'd played the beginner's box adventure for a few years ago but didn't feel like we got a good feel for the system, so we wanted to give it a go with a DM who knew the system well.
Overall, we enjoyed the game, it definitely wasn't "bad"! But the problem was, we all agreed later, that the module that was being run was the kickoff module for a much longer campaign, there was a huge lore dump near the end and we also didn't really "get" everything that was going on.
It also had the most memorable ending, though. We ended the game by trying to escape from a base while being chased by some guys who greatly outmatched us. My character was a pilot, and we needed to leave via a shuttlecraft. One of the players who we didn't know was on the "get the door open and provide covering fire so everyone else can get to the shuttle" team. And then he needed to make a roll in order to also GTFO and get to the shuttle.
He rolled. Got a 5. There's a mechanic where you can spend a card that you've collected in order to re-roll. So he did that, got a 2. Someone else gave him a card to re-roll. He rolled a 3. Someone else did. He rolled a 5. I was the last one with a card on the table, so I slapped it down. He rolled a 4.
It was amazing. Amazingly terrible rolling.
My pilot already had the craft powered up and was waiting for only him to get on. I sighed, looked the player in the eye and said...
"I'm so sorry, but my character sheet says that I have a personality flaw. I'm impulsive and impatient and have a setback to anything that requires patience, concentration or willpower. I'm not waiting for you." I looked at the DM and said "I decide that he's sacrificing himself to save us, and take off."
So I left him behind.
The player was 100% cool with it, we had a laugh about it, and he agreed it was what my character would have done. So it was kind of a tragic and funny way to end the game. Also Brian needed to get some sleep that night so he hadn't come to that game, and Marcus left a little early to tend to the family, so just Jeremy and I closed out the night.
DM on the left, players I didn’t know in the center, and one on the right. The guy in the bright blue shirt in the center? I killed his character. Sorry not sorry.
SUNDAY
The next morning, sadly, was the last day of GenCon. We only had one game scheduled that morning, our second Pathfinder 2 game. And EVERYONE was gonna be at the game!
I hadn't even SEEN Gwen or Laura the entire con, and when they arrived at just about the same time Jeremy and I did, we joked that we hadn't believed the others were at the convention.
We'd hoped that they'd let us put all 7 people at the table (Kirstyn had left late Saturday night to fly home and be at a concert she was playing in.) They did not. So we split up "Kids" and "Adults".
Sadly, this didn't work out super well for either table. Gwen/Brian/Ally's table had a DM they did not enjoy and also a married couple who actually fought with each other uncomfortably at the table(!!).
We had a good DM, but also an old guy who... I did not like. At all. He talked over the DM, even when the DM was explicitly trying to answer a question we'd asked him, things like rules questions on how game mechanics in PF2 had changed from PF1, since, you know, it was a system that had released THREE DAYS AGO. Also, he was very... helpful... in telling me how skill checks worked and also questioning my decisions on how I was playing my character. (YES, thanks I did consider carefully before casting Sanctuary on myself, and yes, it WAS THE RIGHT CALL. I was the only healer in the party and had gargoyles flanking me, THANKS.)
I literally told the guy (as nicely as possible) "Sir, I've been playing RPGs for over twenty years, I'm well aware of how RPGs work, thank you" the second time he told me how skill checks worked as I was adding up my die roll with my skill modifier and took two seconds to do the math. And sure he'd probably been playing for thirty or more but um... I know how to roll a skill check.
After a short break, I told my friends I might need to leave the table. Instead, Marcus and I switched seats so I wasn't sitting next to him anymore and the DM tried to refocus the game a bit. It helped me at least. I just did my best to ignore the guy. I'm pretty sure he just didn't have the greatest social skills in the world but sometimes my tolerance for people like this can be... low. His brother was also at the table and seemed okay, at least.
The game itself was pretty good, ignoring everything having to do with that guy. After the game the DM thanked me for sticking around and basically empathized that he was getting pretty annoyed, too.
Not the greatest way to end gaming at the con, but hey, it also could have been worse. I took pics of that game but decided not to put pics of someone I didn’t like on the internet.
Gwen, Brian and Ally's game ended like 45 minutes before ours (sadly, much to their relief) and they'd left to do one more run through the vendor hall and then left the con to start their drive home. I had Gwen pick me up a set of dice that... I haven't even seen yet... and they were hella expensive. I'm kinda feeling buyer's remorse about them right now, I didn't need to spend that much on dice this con but... well, we'll see how I feel when I see them in person. If I hate 'em, I'll resell 'em.
All weekend long I'd been texting with my BFF from High School's husband, who is also my friend. He was at the Con as well but doing his own thing and we'd been trying to arrange a meetup. Well, we finally did it! He came and saw me, and we hung out for about 45 minutes, just talking about the con, and old times and what we're doing now and the family etc. etc. So that was great! I was really glad to see him and catch up.
It’s Richard!
After he left because he had to go help tear down the booth he'd been working at, like the day before, I set up "basecamp" in the same place as before. I had thought about going back to the vendor hall where Jeremy, Marcus and Laura were, but I'd already sent Jeremy off to ask him to pick me up the one last thing I wanted (the official GenCon dice tray. I have a Wyrmwood Lacewood dice tray for home use, but wanted a nice travel dice tray. I had a leather one for Kraken, but I'm real unhappy with Kraken Dice now and wanted something else. I don’t plan on buying from them ever again in the future. The official 2019 Gencon tray is very nice, and Jeremy had gotten one the day before, so he picked me up one as well.)
POST-CON
I only had to wait about an hour for the end of the con, and by that time the only ones from our group left were "the adults." So once we were all gathered back up, the four of us headed out and walked a couple of blocks to a restaurant, which we couldn't get into, so we went to the restaurant next door, the Yard House.
Wherein we had comically bad service, but they were very nice about it, and also WE were really nice about it, and ended up getting about half our meal comped. Like our waiter had put in all the drink orders for all his tables to our table, so we had the wrong drinks delivered about five times. We never got water refills. Marcus had half a beer spilled on his leg (not even his beer, just another wrongly brought to our table), Laura's Appetizer-as-entree came out as an appetizer. We asked for more chips for the chips and guac and queso we'd gotten as an app and never got it, etc. Also while the manager was there assuring us we wouldn't have any more drinks brought to our table we didn't ask for... drinks were brought to our table we didn't ask for. It was actually hilarious by that point.
The waiter was brand new (his second day) so we got it. It was just one of those things. But they took care of us, we tipped well, it was all OK.
So that was the end of Gencon. Back at my hotel, which Jeremy and I had long decided we wouldn't stay at again, I'd taken a shower very early Saturday morning after Critical Role. Sunday morning when I showered again, the water still hadn't drained from the tub(!!) but I was in a hurry and just showered in gross cold water at my feet. Then told the front desk.
They hadn't even been in my room all day to even clean up the room at all, much less do anything about the bathtub when I got back to my room Sunday night, so I switched rooms. And then the room next to me had left the alarm clock on, and it went off at 9pm. And my phone in that room didn't work, so I had to go downstairs a second time to get someone to go shut it off. Also the AC in that room never turned off, the controls seemed to do nothing, so it was like 60 degrees in there the entire night. It was actually a relief to leave the hotel the next day. Next year... we'll pay a little more for a bit nicer hotel.
Annnd.. the next morning Jeremy and I got to the airport early enough, flight was full but not delayed, and had no problems getting home. Spent most of the day from getting on the plane to going to sleep that night with a massive migraine so I spent the afternoon at home sleeping and drinking lots of water.. but yay... no con crud!
I miss the con, but being back in my own bed with my kitties is all worth it. Still, I can't wait for Gencon again next year. :D
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Hasta pronto, mi corazón.
Piedras rodantes Pt. 9
Sam x Mexican!Fem!Witch!reader x Dean (polyamorous)
Warnings: fluffy and kinda sad. Crowley appears in this one. And i guess it’s a long one.
GIf is not mine, credits and love to the owner.
It was perfect, everything was just perfect. You never thought it could be possible for you to pass more time together, but since that night, you hardly kept your hands off each other. And you finally understood what the big deal was. You always heard the songs of Calle 13, talking about how sex was great, really, really great. And in its majority it was, not at the point where you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself; until you had a taste of Sam Winchester. Then you became a song, a song of sex and passion, sex on the floor, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, without clothes, in the morning, afternoon, night, for breakfast, for dinner… It was all exquisite.
You still hadn’t named it, although you were both damned sure what you were. But you still had no rush in pinning what you had into a certain category. You just enjoyed each other so much and you knew at least the feelings were mutual and real.
“So get this…” Sam said behind you. He hugged your waist and rested his chin on your head. It was morning and as much as you enjoyed his company, you really appreciated when no one talked to you in the mornings. You considered yourself a morning person; you just needed some moments of silence before you collected yourself. And as well as any rational human being, you needed caffeine and a good breakfast. It was important. If your breakfast wasn’t at an acceptance level, then you knew it was going to be a long day.
Even so, you let him whisper whatever thing came into his mind as you pressed the on button of your coffee maker. You would’ve preferred it French pressed, but Sam wasn’t into those “fancy things” as he called them once.
“There’s this new latino bar that opened a few days ago.” You turned around in his embrace and slowly started to smile. You liked the way this conversation was going.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, and I figured we could go tomorrow. I’ll take a day out of work.” You hummed dazedly, the smell of coffee started to fill your kitchen, you could already taste it.
“What?”
“Under one condition, corazón.” You smiled naughtily.
“Which is?”
“You let me teach you to dance.” Sam groaned and pulled away, already regretting telling you about it.
“Come on! You don’t expect me to go to a latino bar and not dance. It’ll be fun! I’ll teach you cumbia, bachata, salsa, reggaeton…” He looked away. You glared at him.
“Sam, don’t make me pull out the big guns.” Then he looked at you, mock in his eyes.
“Oh, I’m so scared.” You gasped, raised eyebrows and all, passing your tongue underneath your teeth slightly and putting your hands on your hips.
“Okay.” You shrugged. “Fine, I’ll dance with someone that actually wants to dance with me. Because that’s all I wanted, to dance with you. Pero el señor no quiere, so I’ll just conform for people inviting me to dance. Yes, to dance those songs that require such little space between two people…” You then slightly closed your eyes as you graced your fingers from your neck through your cleavage, sighing.
Sam suddenly picked you up, placing you on top of your tall kitchen table, earning a squeak from you when he made you lean backwards a little bit so his lips would have access to the exact part you caressed.
“You win, I’ll do it.” He said between kisses.
And you laughed, for you knew you both had better things than breakfast in your minds.
“Y/N, I cannot do this!”
“Yes, you can! You just gotta fall into rhythm and move your hips! Come on, it’s not that hard, Sammy. Concentrate.”
“There are two options, either I concentrate in moving other parts of my body or I concentrate of moving my hips.” You groaned in annoyance.
“Como eres payaso. It’s not that hard.” You took his hands and placed them in your hips. You decided first to teach him what you thought would’ve been the hardest, and you were right, it was the hardest for him.
His head was resting in your shoulder, whining in defeat.
Your lips touched his ear, placing a quick peck underneath.
“Look at me, Sam.” You whispered. He took in a deep breath before complying. You pulled your soft but firm eyes, with the light entering your living room, they sparkled. Or maybe you made them sparkle.
“Feel me, corazón. Feel how my body moves, forget the music, that’s what my body responds to; find your own center of command. Find what moves you.” Another song started playing. To be honest it was one of your favorites. Hay una mujer, que domina mis sentidos con solo tocar mi piel. Y como a mí también, a otro hombre esto le puede suceder. Que sólo por un beso, se puede enamorar. Sin necesidad de hablarse, sólo los labios rosarse, cupido los flechara. Un beso significa amistad, sexo y amor, en cualquier parte del mundo no importa la religión. Por un beso de su boca voy al cielo y hablo con Dios, alcanzó las estrellas de emoción.
“Sammy, you’re doing it!” All that time he was looking into your eyes, sneaking glances into your lips, singing along the song. Now, he looked down, he was indeed moving his hips in sync with yours. His leg was between yours, he could literally feel everything going on.
You were right, this dances barely left space between two people.
He was happy you made him dance with you.
After that, the other dances, the other songs came more natural to him, what make him learn them so well was, well, you. You and your damned charm.
“Hey! What ‘ya painting?” Diego asked as he made his way out of the portal you had opened for him.
“I don’t know yet. Wanna see?” He came to stand beside you and adopted your same expression. He placed his hand in his chin, looking at the not empty but not complete canvas.
“How do you think it looks?” You took a seat, stuffing some Oreo’s into your mouth, still thinking.
“It looks like sorrow. Girl, are you alright?” You swallowed before answering.
“Alright? I’m at my best. I have a guy who fucks me so good.” You sang the last part. “But I agree with you, the painting looks sorrowful; I just don’t know why.”
“Maybe it’s because of that Winchester.” You both heard an all too familiar voice. Diego got nervous instantly, however you remained calmed. You turned around to see Crowley pouring himself some of your best cheap wine. That bastard.
“I’ll never understand why you like to paint in your kitchen.” He added.
“Okay, first of all, the lightening is better here. Second of all, who gave you permission to grab some wine? Third of all, what do you mean it’s because of Sam?” Diego started to shield his figure behind yours, making the demon smirk.
Eres un collón, Diego.
Es Crowley, mija. A ti no te va a tocar ni un pelo, pero no dudaría en que a mí sí.
You rolled your eyes.
“I don’t need your permission, little one.” You stood up, placing your hands on your hips. Crowley resisted your stare for one whole minute before cracking.
“Okay, fine, may I have some wine?”
“Please?”
“Please.” You nodded and took out another glass so he would pour you some as well.
“Anyway, would you argument your opinion? Why do you think the canvas represents Sam?” Slowly, Diego made his way closer and closer to the kitchen table. You thought Crowley was having fun seeing him all scared up.
“I don’t know, maybe because he’s a hunter and a Winchester.”
“So?” Both men scoffed at your question.
“What, you’re taking his side?” You accused your fellow witch friend.
“Y/N, I don’t think you’re hearing him. Sam is a hunter, not just any hunter, he’s a Winchester. Sí, a lo mejor las cosas ahorita son de color rosa, but you gotta understand que tal vez no lo serán por siempre.”
“Yeah, whatever he said.” You squinted at the demon.
“I thought you knew Spanish.”
“I lied and that’s beside the point. Look, I may not be the nicest guy…” Diego laughed at this, muttering under his breath a Yeah, no kidding.
“But I care about you. We care about you; we don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Wait, you’re coming in behalf of everyone?” Crowley shrugged but didn’t correct you.
You were someone kinda special. You were really good friends with Crowley, even though you didn’t approve of his methods or always changing plans. You were one to believe that just because something, someone is supposed to be evil by popular opinion, it didn’t exactly mean that it was the case. Of course, the first time you met he was a total dick to you and planned on lore you into making a deal with him, as every other demon you had met. However, you weren’t one to fall into temptations easily or one to let anyone treat you without respect. Apparently they liked that. By the passing of time, here you were, friends with the dangerous and evil.
“Oh my God, well that’s just great. Well…” You took a swig of your wine. “Here’s the deal, everyone respects my decision, don’t stick their noses where they’re not wanted and trust my ability to kick Sam’s ass if he ever disrespects or harms me or anyone that I love. Have I made myself clear?” The men shifted their feet, looking down at them.
“I cannot hear you and I assure you I will not repeat myself.” They sighed before muttering their agreement.
“Good.” Crowley hugged you from the waist and placed a kiss on the top of your head.
“I gotta go, see ya, little one.” In the blink of an eye he disappeared. You looked at Diego who visibly relaxed at the disappearance of the demon.
“You gotta stop being afraid of him.”
“Ya’ha, when pigs fly, honey.” He hugged your shoulders and mimicked the kiss the last mentioned gave you.
“Seriously, Y/N, if you ever need help for anything, you know I’m here for you, right?” You sighed placing your hands on top of his.
“I know. Thanks.” For a long silence you stood there, enjoying each other’s company, until he got a text message.
“You know mom and dad miss ya, Tyler too, he wants to hang out sometime, wants you to read his cards.” You chuckled.
“I’ll visit soon, I promise. I would never refuse some good ol’ New York pizza and entertainment.” He patted your back before saying goodbye and stepping into the portal. You finished yours and Crowley’s wine from one gulp before closing the door.
You were nervous; Sam had called you a few minutes before he got out of work, saying he’ll be staying the night. It usually didn’t take him long and it was a small town, the traffic wouldn’t be that bad and if it were, you were sure he would’ve told you so.
You didn’t want to feel this way, but you knew being a hunter, a Winchester, brought a lot of trouble even when he pulled himself out of the lifestyle for a while.
You heard his footsteps before hearing him knock at your door. You quickly got up from the couch and hurried to open the door. The words something’s not right, repeating in your head as you swung the door open.
“¡¿Qué?! ¡¿Qué chingados?!�� You took his hand, resisting the nausea of the feeling of the sticky blood and guided him towards your bathroom immediately; not even letting him shut your front door. He was going to question you about it until he heard it shut behind both of you. Something inside him wanted to think the wind shut it but he knew better, he knew you had something to do with that creepy thing scary movies did. Because it didn’t shut with a loud bang, on the contrary, it shut gently barely making any sound.
You sat him on the edge of the bathtub and as you moved to reach for your first aid kit, you hesitated.
“You didn’t get injured, right?” You wanted to believe it badly. Sammy was fine, he was just covered in blood, but maybe it wasn’t his blood. Only that made matters worse. Or it could be someone else’s and his. Or it could be all his.
“I… Yeah, I did. But!” he added as he looked at your worried face. “Not badly, just some cuts, some bruises, no major injuries.” You still took out the first aid kit though you didn’t open it. Instead you leaned in and opened the shower tab and waited for the water to be at an acceptable temperature.
“Clothes off, now.” If he hadn’t just fought his fellow hunter friends, if they weren’t willing to put his co-worker in danger, he would find himself turned on. However he relaxed at the thought of a shower; starting to discard his clothes. You took them once he was completely naked and went to throw them into a trash bag. You doubted the stains would come off and if they did, you doubted Sam would want those particular clothes back. His shoes being the only thing you could save.
You stayed nearby the shut door of the bathroom, alert at any sound of distress or cry for help or hurting. Luckily there wasn’t any of that. But he did take longer, he kept thinking of the scene and the girl he had to keep safe. He kept thinking about the hatred in the men’s eyes and couldn’t help but to think that it was indeed all his fault. He wanted nothing more but for everyone to be safe, for you to be safe and if the world ended, he wouldn’t… He wouldn’t forgive himself if anything ever happened to you. He took another look at his wounds. She’s gonna kill me, he thought.
He comes out of the bathroom, towel around his waist, holding the first aid kit in his left hand. As soon as he gives one step you’re already close, clasping his hand in yours and guiding him to sit at the edge of your bed, ready to patch him up. He could’ve done it himself, but he knew better than to tell you that. He let you take care of him, knowing how anxious it made you not to do anything knowing you could be helping.
Sam’s hands rested on your waist as you cleaned and passed your fingers over the last and most superficial bruises, those being in his face. He gulped.
“Are you sure it’s alright to… to heal them with magic?” You didn’t answer, passing your hand once again at a bruise on his shoulder, knowing it could be healed better.
“You’ve told me before that sometimes it wears you out to use magic in these situations.” You meet his eyes; your mouth was a thin line. You shrugged and closed the kit before setting your hands gently on his shoulders.
“They’re not that severe, I’ll be fine.” You ignored the starting ache at your left wrist. This was something you hadn’t yet talked about with him. Not because it ashamed you, you literally forgot about it, the subject never came up and the bother wasn’t that intense to make you vomit or pin you in your bed until you passed out. It was such a normal aspect of your life it had never occurred to you that people didn’t or needed to know. You were so oblivious to it.
“Sweetheart.” He whispered. His hand placed at your aching wrist, which was shaking slightly. He took your hand up to his lips and kissed him, thinking it was just your worried nerves. It was when you didn’t relax that he started to worry.
“What is it?” You shook your head; tears starting to form in your eyes.
“Nothing, it’s…” You cleared your throat. “No es nada, corazón. No te preocupes.” But you kept trembling and the pain started to expand towards your elbow and your shoulder.
“Fuck, might as well tell you, right?” You laughed nervously, supporting yourself with your right hand in his shoulder and he now kept a firm hold on your waist. If your knees failed he’d catch you.
“I have…” Your breath falter, the pain was growing bigger. You took some deep breaths, concentrating only in the air coming in and out of your lungs. “I have this thing called nociceptive pain, specifically somatic pain. It’s… It’s a type of chronic pain in my arm. I had this… This injury in my arm a couple of years ago and it healed, but… I still feel the pain, from time to time.” You close your eyes as a sad smile spread in your face. “I didn’t think healing you will trigger it, I guess I was wrong. Sammy, what happened?” You kept controlling your breathing. It was alright; certainly you had been through worse. What pained you was the worried look he gave you and how he didn’t hesitate to hug you, to comfort you. “It got bad again, sweetheart. Things are getting bad. I…” His eyes started to glass up.
“I guess I kept things from you too. The, uh, apocalypse, I…”
“What?” You jerk your head to look at him dumbfounded. Slowly you reach for the kit again; you had enough of the pain, and took an ointment out. Sam helped you apply it, he didn’t need to know what it was, if it helped you he was down for it.
“There’s this kind of prophecy where Michael and Lucifer are going to fight each other and that… They… They need vessels for the battle and I’m...Lucifer’s.” His fingers spread the ointment up to your shoulder as you vaguely indicated. They pain had eased up, however its presence was still there.
He kept explaining everything, the fight at the bar, what he and his brother had gone through and the way they found out. How it was his fault that the gates of hell opened. Lilith, Ruby, Castiel. The demon blood was the worst. Somehow, his body relaxed, as if an imaginary weight was lifted from him. It was nice to confess those things to someone that wasn’t a hunter, someone that listened before judging. Someone as kind as you.
“Sam…” He wasn’t meeting your eyes nonetheless he didn’t pull away either.
“I think we both know what’s on your mind.” You whispered. You leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his neck.
“Listen to me, Sam Winchester. When I found out you were a hunter I didn’t give up on you. I went in knowing what could happen, knowing that one day there’ll be this job that involved people needing you. And I’m not selfish enough to keep you from saving the world.” He looked at you then, hesitation still printed in his gaze.
“You better save the world or I swear I’ll find your ass in the astral realm and kick it so hard you’d bounce from realm to realm and you’d be known only for that.” How were you still capable of making him laugh? Even in moments like this?
“I’m not joking.”
“I know.” He whispered as your noses touched and he granted himself a goodbye kiss.
Ay, corazón, this isn’t goodbye. Your voice sounded in his head. If you hadn’t eased him up on it, he’d be freaking out. But it wasn’t going to be the last time you pulled a trick or two out of nowhere.
I promise I’ll come back. He thought.
Not breaking the kiss, you intertwined your pinky finger with his.
Hasta pronto, mi corazón.
#supernatural#supernatural imagine#supernatural fanfiction#Sam Winchester#sam x reader#angst#fluff#dean winchester#dean x reader#sam x reader x dean#supernatural x reader#supernatural imagines#piedras rodantes
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Mysme Beach Resort AU
Pairing: Zen & OC
A/N: Hi! Here we go, chapter number two... this one is from Zen’s POV. I hope you like it.
It was supposed to be shorter, but I realized that what I had was way too short to be deserving the title ‘chapter’, so I hadded a little more lol!
Anyway, last chapter Ella couldn’t sleep after arriving at the Paradise Hotel & Resort, so she decided to take a little walk... at 3 am. :)
If you want to know what happened, then please click below. Thank you for reading~!
Chapter 2 - The Night Nymph
Zen let out a sigh. Damn, it was late! He didn’t expect to still be out at that hour, even if he didn’t have anything booked to do the next morning, but the crew kept asking him to stay and have another drink. He had to literally slip out the club’s back door without anyone noticing.
More than ready to fall on his bed, he decided to take a shortcut through the Resort instead of around it. The staff’s lodges were right at the very back of the Resort, out of the guest’s way, and going around the complex, on foot, would take him too much time.
- Man, it’s hot…
He grumbled with yet another sigh. He should be used to that crazy weather at that point, but he still wasn’t. He glanced at the main pool on his left, considering taking a quick dip, but deciding against it.
However, the moment he looked away, he saw something that resembled a person floating, face up, in the clear water.
- Huh? Am I he seeing things? I didn’t have that much to drink, did I?
He slowly approached the pool, for a better view and it wasn’t a mirage! A girl was definitely there, floating peacefully with her hair spread around her face and her arms wide open. Her eyes were closed and a little smile played on her lips.
Zen’s jaw fell open. She looked like a nymph, and he felt attracted to her as a sailor to a siren's call. He didn't mean to be a peeper but she looked so serene, so peaceful and beautiful. And so naked.
His face flushed at the realisation that he was actually peeping on someone who was wearing nothing but lingerie. Wet lingerie. And he obviously didn't mean it like that, but nonetheless that was what he was doing.
Peeling his eyes away from the girl, he walked to the nearest boot to retrieve a clean towel, before returning to his previous spot. He crouched down and reached for the water, splashing her lightly, to call for her attention.
Finally, she opened her eyes, eyebrows slightly creased.
- Couldn't sleep?
He asked with a smile. The girl’s eyes grew bigger and she immediately dived into the water, all the way up to her nose. Still, he recognized her as the girl he had asked to dance earlier.
- Don’t worry. I’m part of the staff, but I’m not here to scold you.
He looked at one of the closest CCTV cameras installed and smirked at it.
- But someone might… So, if you can’t sleep I’d recommend a long run on the beach... or dance lessons with me.
He gave the girl a big, charming, grin. Since they were both there, why not advertise the lessons? Even though he knew that by lunchtime he would still be fully booked, even without advertising.
After a little pause, she finally spoke, in a small voice that he could only hear because everything was so quiet.
- I don't dance.
- You will after our lessons. I can guarantee that.
- No, thank you.
She looked uncertain, but he didn’t want to insist. She was obviously embarrassed.
- Alright. Earlier you looked so interested in our little performance, I thought you’d want to take the lessons. But if not, I guess I’ll leave you to your... activities. I'll leave this towel here for you. It may be hot outside but there won't be any sun rays to warm you up after you get out of there.
He rose up, stretching a little and noticing how her eyes followed his movements.
- I should warn you, though, there are cameras here, and the guy in charge with the surveillance doesn’t sleep much, so he is probably watching us right now.
He waved at the camera, not missing the way she hugged herself under the water, her face showing her embarrassment.
- Anyway, if you change your mind about the lessons look for me. My name is Zen.
And with a wide smile he turned around and walked away, not giving her a second glance.
He chuckled to himself as he continued on his way to his bungalow. What a cute girl. He didn’t know why, but he hoped she would end up deciding in favor of the lessons.
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The next day, after lunch, Zen received his schedule from Jaehee. As expected, he was already fully booked, the first 3 lessons taking place that same afternoon.
He was inside the dance room, with his back to the door when he heard steps behind him. He glanced at the schedule with the customer’s name.
- Welcome, Miss. Summers, to our ballroom dance lessons, I’ll be your instructor, Z-
He turned around to find the girl from the pool, the nymph, standing in front of him. He barely noticed the smile tugging at his lips, the moment their eyes met.
- Ah! It’s you!
She smiled.
- So you decided to give it a try, after all.
- Yes… you said it could help me sleep.
Zen focused his stare on her eyes. They were a little puffy and had little dark circles underneath. Obviously her night swim didn't help. That must have been some serious jetlag.
- But I have to warn you, I'm very bad at this.
He let out a chuckle.
- Don't worry. I'm your instructor and I'm great at it, so you'll learn in a flash.
With a wink, Zen beckoned the girl to come closer, into the middle of the room.
- Ok, we’ll start with Salsa, it's usually a favorite.
In the next few minutes, he briefly explained the dance and showed her the steps. Once she seemed to have the hang of it, he turned the music on.
- Now, I want you to keep repeating those steps, but trying to match them with the music. Once the beat starts.
“Even if I know it's wrong, hope the DJ plays our song so you can find me, and dance behind me.”
- You have to listen to the music and feel it.
“You love how I dip and wine, with you it happens every time. My body is lonely, for you only.”
- Ok, ready? Now!
“Something about you got me sweatin', sweatin'. Baby, I'ma drive you loco, loco. Now you got my body shakin', shakin'. I wanna dance with you all night.”
- Alright, you have a good frame, and you should keep it, but you also need to loosen up more. You're too stiff.
He placed his hands on her hips, from behind, planning to help her move them in a more relaxed way, but she immediately jumped in surprise and recoiled. He raised his hands.
- Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to be inappropriate.
And he didn't, but now looking at the lovely blush on her face as she scratched her own arm, he was starting to doubt himself.
- No no, it's fine! I was just surprised, I’m sorry.
The girl gave him an embarrassed smile, and the expression shown in her eyes made him remember the way she looked that morning in the pool.
The memory of her half naked body made the blood rush to his face once again, and he turned his back to her, so she wouldn’t see it. Good grief, he was getting worse by the day, he really needed to find a girlfriend, fast!
“Pero sólo me gustas tú, solamente tú. Yo me imagino en la playa, contigo, en un cielo azul.”
Mentally scolding himself, he cleared his throat, trying to concentrate on the class.
- Anyway, you’re doing well, I just want you to relax a little more, you can't be so tense or your body won't cooperate.
- I feel silly, to be honest.
He turned to face her again.
- Silly?
- Yes, to be dancing on my own while you're watching.
She let out a nervous little laugh.
- Then... why don't we try together? Maybe it'll make you feel more comfortable.
Zen walked to her and showed her how to position herself when dancing with a partner. Then he gently took her in his arms.
“Hey DJ, póngale la música que le gusta, una para que se mueva y se luzca, y baile conmigo, sólo conmigo, hey!”
- The steps are the same, the only difference is that now you have someone in front of you. So now: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight and keep your frame.
The girl bit her bottom lip in concentration. To help her, Zen kept counting the steps, and although she wasn't missing them, she was still too stiff.
Seemingly aware that something was off, she looked at their feet, but Zen admonished her.
- No, don't look at your feet, look up.
He raised her chin with his fingers and her chocolate brown eyes found his. Even puffy and with the dark circles, for a second Zen was sure he had never seen prettier ones, and he couldn’t look away. The distraction, however, made her stumble and he had to hold her close to prevent her from falling on her butt.
- Oh, no! I’m so sorry!
- It’s fine, it happens all the time, don’t worry.
- No, I…
A poorly muffled laugh interrupted the girl and they both looked at the door, where a woman's silhouette could be seen against the sun light that was pouring in.
Summers immediately straightened herself up, taking a step back, away from his arms, her eyes glued to the floor.
- I don’t think I can do this… I’m wasting your time.
- No, not at all, we just started…
- I’m sorry.
She bowed shortly and retreated, not raising her eyes from the floor once.
The young girl at the door moved away with a smile on her face, allowing the other one passage. Zen’s voice sounded more annoyed than he expected, when he spoke to her.
- Kinjyun, I thought I told you not to interrupt my classes again.
Kinjyun gave him her famous ‘innocent puppy eye’ look.
- Oh, I’m sorry, oppa. But honestly, the way I see it, I just helped you big time.
- You embarrassed her. She will probably give up the lessons now.
Zen walked to the door and watched as his client ran away at a fast pace.
- I'd say it's no big loss. I'm sure you'll have someone ready to fill her spot in about 3 seconds, oppa.
He knew his partner was right, but that wasn't the point. He had asked that girl personally to join the lessons and she had trusted him enough to give it a try. But now he felt like he had failed her, and for the second time in two days, he found himself looking at the girl’s retrieting back.
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Music: Hey DJ by CNCO ft Meghan Tainor
And if you haven’t read it yet, here you can find the previous chapter:
Chapter 1
#mysme beach resort au#mysme#zen hyun ryu#ella#eco girl#chapter 2 - the night nymph#a dirty dancing inspired au
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high for this
i dont even have anything to say for my defense
also i wanna thank chica de cielos for handling my complaining when i was writing t h i s
have fun
Luna Valente doesn’t expect much fun when she gets accepted to the University of Oxford, but it’s the only way to stay away from her controlling aunt. She doesn’t expect also Matteo Balsano, who is the most helpful out of everyone there. Is he really as perfect as it seems though?
previous chapters here
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4/ trust me girl, you wanna be high for this
Her alarm snooze sounds for maybe a fourth time this morning. Luna had decided Saturday will be studying day; she has some test next week and it would be nice to know anything this time. She keeps wondering why she decided to study something that forces her to take chemistry and physics as majors, but hopefully they will take her head away from all cloudy thoughts and buzzes in her stomach.
She made out with Matteo less than twelve hours ago and she feels like she needs more than the small amount of sleep she got herself, but also her sleep sucked anyway. Luna didn’t manage falling asleep properly; she kept waking up and rolling around her warm bed, constantly thinking about this one very special boy. Her body was shaking softly with excitement, every nerve has been curling and uncurling nervously, and in general Luna hasn’t decided yet whether this feeling is great or if it sucks.
Eventually, she reaches for her phone, to turn off the damn alarm sound. It used to be one of her favorite songs, but since the day it was set as the waking up music, Luna couldn’t do anything except genuinely despising it.
She sits up, pulling the blanket all over her shoulders to keep at least a little warm, and yawns loudly, blinking because her eyes aren’t really used to darkness of early morning yet. The screen of the phone is definitely too bright, so Luna lets out small growl turning the brightness as much off as possible. Only then she can see anything, and her notification bar is full, putting another wave of buzz all over her body. There is some insta notification, few texts on group chat with the girls, mail from near bookstore and new youtube video from buzzfeed. No messages from Matteo has her disappointed; they shared few messages after she got back to her dorm so it’s not like he was supposed to leave something for her to smile after waking up, but it would still be better than nothing.
Still, she sends him quick ‘morning’ and locks her phone, throwing it on the pillow again. Apparently she gets up too quickly, because her eyes go black and she needs to support herself on the head of the bed. Her feet aren’t really happy to touch the cold floor, but that’s just karma for being so giddy last night and forgetting to put on the socks. Weather forecast isn’t really nice and Luna still hasn’t bought all wintery stuff. She noted in her head that she should tell Ambar or the girls to go with her, even if she knows she will surely forget.
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The brunette leaves shower in actually better mood, wearing fluffy robe and just as fluffy slippers. The heating is put on max and that’s decent time for Luna to have herself breakfast. She sets on the water for the tea, and opens the fridge to wonder what to eat when someone knocks to the door.
Luna huffs, wondering who can be here without saying anything before and at this cold, early hour of eight in the morning. She goes slowly to open the door and stares at her guest with one eye closed.
“What are you doing here?” That’s all she can let out, despite it sounding undeniably rude.
He smiles. “Well, it’s very nice to see you too, Luna.”
She rolls her eyes, trying to hide the blush but her wet hair is in loose, messy bun so no way for that. Matteo sighs and kisses her cheek quickly as he passes her the warm cup.
“Coffee?” The brunette asks, already planning how she could put all said coffee to the sink and replace it with some tea.
Yet, he only sends her a smile. “Nah, this time hot chocolate. I already had my coffee and guessed you would be more up for something sweet.”
Luna raises her eyebrows surprised but takes one of the cups from his hand and closes the door as he is already inside her dorm.
“Thank you very much, but really what's the reason you are here so early?”
His eyes slide lazily down her body, making her feel like she is wearing nothing and that's not really the safest feeling to have around Matteo Balsano. Small smile forms on his mouth and he eventually is back with his eyes to her face. “I was going to class nearby and just wanted to see you,” he says almost matter of factly with a shrug.
Luna isn't sure if it was a good idea; now she definitely is gonna be a mess, now remembering his kiss from last night and the fact that she will probably keep it only for herself.
“So, are you gonna dress up or this robe is that comfy?” Matteo asks and Luna rolls her eyes, blushing slightly. “Leave me and my robe alone, if you don't like something you can not look.”
He hums, pushing one of untidy strands of her hair behind her ear. “I don't want to not look at you, I wouldn't deny myself this kind of pleasure.”
Luna kinda dies inside, but tries to keep it cool and just nod and drink her chocolate. Her red cheeks surely betray how she feels inside, at least a little. There is something very warm in that wrong way, the one that she didn’t really want to feel around him until last night and yet here she is, wanting to crawl out of her skin to get as close to him as possible. Matteo smiles smug at that as if he could read her mind. “Anyway, how was your sleep?”
She shrugs tiny, licking her lips after she takes the cup away. “It was nice, I talked to my mom before sleep. How was yours?”
Small something appears in his eyes, but just for a second and then he is all himself again. “It was quite decent,” he just says and starts putting tea boxes in some order so it looks definitely neater than after Luna left it last night. He is humming some song, probably fully aware of her watching him carefully. He is wearing those black jeans and Luna has her weak moment, again remembering why she has issues whenever she sees a boy with long legs. She is sure it's cold and yet he doesn't have any hat on his head, and that's the image thing she would never be able to pull; she always picks being comfy and warm over making sure her hairstyle stays in place.
“So,” she starts very not casual. “When do you have the class?”
He looks up at her with small smile. “In like thirty minutes.”
“Well, so I think it's time for you to go, Matteo.” Luna hums and he walks up to her. “If you are kicking me out, then I will go.” His voice is light, very much hinting the tease hidden behind these words and the brunette shakes her head.
“It's not me having double major studies if I remember correctly,” she says slowly and starts playing with the collar of his shirt, not sure why the fuck is she doing that; he hasn't done anything indicating that something changed in their relation since last night's kiss and that's probably her seeking for some kind of proof that maybe it did. Or him stating that it didn't, it would be still better than not knowing.
Boys are confusing.
He just smiles, again, he keeps smiling, but each of his smiles means a different thing. “You are very right here, caring about my attendance. I will get going. I hope you have nice morning, sweet thing. Let me know if you have any fun plans.”
He winks, kisses her forehead twice without pulling away his lips from her skin, and with that he is gone.
She better goes and gets dressed.
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The thing about studying with your friends in some coffee shop, is that you all pick some coffee shop of your liking, then just get to the table and order something to drink as you take out the notes or laptop with the presentation.
In Luna’s case it’s almost the same, with one tiny exception. She can’t focus at all. She is reading the same page for the fifth time and still gets nothing. Like, absolutely nothing and it’s all because she has no idea whether she should tell her friends about Matteo or not.
She used to tell them everything before; they know each other few long weeks already and they literally talk about every single thing, which sometimes grosses Luna a little. Still, she isn’t sure if she should mention this very important piece of information, but this piece of information seems so weird in her head, not to even try to say it out loud.
The girls won’t suspect anything anyway, because they are busy with their own stuff, yet Luna is just trying to imagine what their reactions would be. Jim would most likely just huff and growl; she still needs some time to accept that Luna is willing to hang out with a boy who steal her drink and made them all go home. Yam wouldn’t do much except throwing shook gasps at her, at them all and wiggle her eyebrows annoyingly whenever Matteo would appear around them, while Nina would just silently judge her or something. Or maybe she would be chill and nice, and happy for her friend to be happy.
Is she happy though? She isn’t sure, and she doesn’t plan on trying to dig that hole deeper than it already is.
The book finally manages to be interesting, and Luna actually is focused, she is reading one paragraph, then the second and third, and she turns the page, proud of herself.
“Luna! You haven’t updated us recently!” one of the girls says, a little too loud for the coffee shop filled with people, and few people send them confused stares.
“What?” Valente answers, slightly confused and Jim rolls her eyes. “What’s up with you and Balsano?”
Blush that creeps way up to her cheeks surely betrays something, but no one really asks and she just sends a shrug. “I don’t know. I guess the same as yesterday, though the last time me and you talked, you hated his guts, Jimena.”
“Oh, it was in the past. I grew up.” Literally every person by the table rolls their eyes and the ginger friend of theirs pouts. “I really did.”
“You didn’t,” Yam says and Luna needs to stop her snort.
Jim flips her hair and starts braiding it, because it started getting into her eyes. “You may all be mean, I don’t care. I just want to know how’s Matteo with Luna. Maybe if someone tells him that he should bring her a drink instead of stealing her vodka shots he will learn. Plus he is too hot to be mad at him long.”
Luna blinks surprised, this is the most ridiculous shit she has ever heard Jim saying, and she has heard much, much of weird stuff.
“Well,” she shrugs. “You can be the one who enlightens him, I am not sure if he is willing to study anything except physics or some music connected things.”
Yam bites on her muffin and sighs heavily. “I’m sure he would be thrilled to learn some anatomy with you.”
Nina chokes on her coffee so much that her glasses almost fall off the bridge of her nose and she has to support them. Jim giggles and high fives her bestie and Luna just wants to go home.
She came here to study and yet here she is, being the protagonist of her friends’ kinky jokes. The day sounds dazzling.
“We should change the topic,” Nina says quietly, “I remember you girls talked about some party before when Luna went to order our stuff.”
Luna nods to herself, because that sounds like a safe thing to talk about, Jim and Yam always love to get some idea to drink, and dance, and definitely flirt with the boys.
“Actually yes! There is one on this Saturday, but we don’t have invitation.”
“Does any party really need an invitation these days?” The brunette asks with raised eyebrows and her ginger friend sighs sadly. “Yes. Or that’s what we overheard the other day from the conversation of Ramiro, the curly guy who is buddy buddy with Balsano, and some girl. You can’t just get there.”
She turns to Nina who shakes her head as well. “So if we can’t go then why are we talking about that?”
“Because you can totally get us in.” Yam grins saying it as if it was obvious, and Luna almost feels silly for not understanding the hidden meaning. “I can’t make someone invite you to their party if they don’t know you. Plus going somewhere without knowing anyone and the host is dumb and even you aren’t that dumb.”
Jim hums and kicks her foot lightly. “Talk to Matteo. He will be there probably and it will help us.”
Luna rolls her eyes. “He never talked to me about that, this is his personal life and I am not getting into that, because you are bored and decided to get more acquaintances in uni.”
Nina sends her encouraging smile and nods, which makes her feel a little better.
“You don’t really care that he will go there, and drink, and meet some drunk people as well?” The blonde asks, mixing her coffee with the spoon. “You know, drunk girls, and stuff.”
She isn’t looking directly at Luna, but they all know what she is doing right now, trying to manipulate Luna into this shit, but she is better than this and she won’t break even if the tight knot in her stomach makes drinking tea very difficult. She should chill and ignore this, not think about that since Matteo is his own person, he doesn’t need to be watched out and followed like a child in case he does something bad.
“I’m not doing anything. If he decided to not tell me about it, it’s his business and I can’t mix into his private life, girls.”
Heavy sighs from both sides reach Luna’s ears, but at least it means she won the battle. If they knew about the kiss from last night they would never let her get out of this situation. Her phone buzzes softly and there are two texts from Matteo, one ten minutes after the first.
Matteo
Hope we can hang out today
?
She bites on the inside of her cheek, not sure if the question mark was to remind her that he exists and needs attention, but despite all promises she has made and will make, the promises she never really promised, yet simply decided she wouldn’t be putting herself on a silver plate for him, are really not in her head right now.
Me
yeah
what time?
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She hasn't expected that he would actually still want to hang out after she told him she wasn't going to move out of her place anymore today. It was cold enough and when she and the girls left the coffee shop, it started raining, and she didn't have any umbrella or a hood to cover herself. She decided it was enough for her and that's why she is now sitting on the couch in big sweater, wrapped up in a blanket and drinking hot chocolate, while Matteo Balsano is comfortably seated right next to her.
He hasn't texted anyone or talked on the phone since the moment he entered her dorm, but also he hasn't done more than kissing her cheek hi and this has Luna lowkey disappointed. Though, it's all probably because her brain keeps having high hopes for literally everything.
His arm is around her shoulders as he seems very focused on the movie they ended up choosing. Luna isn't able to think clearly having him so close and having his scent in her lungs with every breath is like breathing in nail polish scent that makes her dizzy after being around it too much. The only difference is that he actually smells good and Luna is already addicted to this cologne of his.
It’s a nice and soft afternoon, she doesn't need to think about every word she says in case Matteo will use it against her like her friends would do. She kinda missed the moment when he pulled her to his side, but he is warm and feels safe, so she softly allowed herself to lean against his shoulder. It's not like he wouldn't do that if he didn't want to have her close, right?
He even got her food and snacks, and that has her so, very biased, because as soon as someone brings her any kind of food she is sold, and being sold to Matteo doesn't seem like a bad thing, even if it lowkey feels dangerous for her sanity. His eyes slide quickly over the English subs he put on and he doesn't seem to be throwing any any sneaky glances towards her, she knows because she's been very obviously staring at him and he apparently hasn't noticed it yet. He would tease the hell out of her and Luna would die, but she just can't take her eyes off his face, so steady and calm just like the sea after sunset, already hiding something dark and mysterious.
She sighs softly eventually turning her face to the laptop, deciding to chill and act like a normal person finally, not like a psycho weirdo.
“Are you enjoying the movie?” He asks quietly with a hum and playing with the ends of her hair. Luna blinks turning again to him. “What?”
“I just see you are having fun, being all focused on the screen so I decided to ask you.” He turns to her with a smirk and she wonders how bad would it be to push him off the couch in this very moment.
“I think, Matteo, that you should focus on it yourself, instead of watching me with the corner of your eye.”
He chuckles softly, wrapping a strand of her hair around his finger. “Touché, Luna Valente.”
She just shrugs and wants to move away, but he doesn’t really let her. He pulls her closer instead and kisses top of her head. “I was just messing around, you need to relax sometimes. Anyway, I wanted to ask you something anyway.”
Luna straightens her spine and sits a little up, so she isn’t melted in his arms as he says it. Thousand thoughts runs through her brain, tons of them hopeful for all kinds offers from him to all bad things that could have ever happened and it’s the weirdest thing ever.
“What is it?” she only asks.
Matteo looks back at the screen and sighs a little, leaving Luna wondering if he will look her in the eye or not, but eventually his face is back close to hears, his eyes a little serious yet playful. “There is this guy in my physics group who lives nearby and his parents are out of the town for weekend, because of the work.” Something passes in his eyes, and Luna doesn’t miss this, though she doesn’t touch the topic fully knowing that it’s not the reason why he is talking to her.
“And Ramiro made him organize a party, so I’ve been wondering if you would wanna go with me.”
He is smiling a little, leaning his head against the back of the couch and Luna has no idea what to say. To be honest, she likes him and be around him, but on totally different conditions, when they can chill together somewhere where no one will stare at her and talk, because he is himself and she is lucky that he is giving her his attention.
“I don’t think I should go, Matteo,” she says with a shrug and his eyebrows go up. “And why is that?”
Luna doesn’t feel like she needs to excuse herself, but apparently this boy over here isn’t used to hear no as an answer to anything. “Because I won’t feel comfortable enough there.”
“Come on, you’re never uncomfy.”
“I am, very much and you just never notice it.” She pouts tiny and he boops her nose. “I really think you are life of the party and you would do amazing. Plus I wouldn’t leave you alone for a second so you don’t have to worry about being left and awks.”
The brunette sighs and bites on her lower lip, not sure why he cares so much about bringing her there. She is probably taking it very childishly, but he hasn’t promised that he wouldn’t go away from her to hit on something else, and she plans on not making him do so.
“I want the girls to be there as well.”
He sighs heavily with his eyes looking at the ceiling and she can say it’s a weird offer so she continues. “I mean it’s not that I don’t believe you, I just would feel better that there is someone there I know, plus they would be together so it’s not like they would make drama I’m ditching them for you.” She hopes it makes sense or at least sounds convincing. Her eyes don’t leave his face until he clears his throat, saying just one word. “Fine.”
Luna grins and kisses his cheek a little awkward. “Well then I will go.”
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It’s not that she doesn’t like parties, or people, or alcohol, but it still makes Luna feel very ridiculous and uneven, and the heels she put on didn’t make her any taller actually. Being so tiny can be a curse, especially when people always tease her and lean down while talking to her. Hopefully those creeps who know Matteo will let her go.
Jim pulls her by the hand inside, since they came here together and her ginger friend made sure Luna doesn’t “get lost” on their way, just lacing their fingers and no matter what kind of touch is that, for Luna touch is always reassuring and it’s the support she needs in this situation. Even if she doesn’t really want Matteo or anyone see her holding hand with Jim, no offense to her friend of course.
First thing that hits her as soon as they enter, Yam following them both alone since Nina very surely denied the offer, (leaving them all not-that-surprised), is loud music and basically no light. It’s so dark Luna needs to look under her feet in case she steps on something and trips, especially when those heels are high and she isn’t the most graceful person on the Earth.
The people they pass by are strangers and Luna is sure she sees them all for the first or second time, but in general she doesn’t know anyone personally. Yet, if she did, she probably wouldn’t recognize one human here with the surroundings being too distracting. The hazy chatters, bumping into someone again and again while pulling her friends behind, the music is getting even louder, making Luna’s skin tingle and her thoughts completely messy. The house itself seems to be prepared for the party as much as it’s possible; any vases or breakable things are hidden or out of the sight, everything from the center from the big living room is moved to the side so part of the guests can dance or support the walls while talking to others.
Yam pokes them both at the same time. “We should look for the bathroom and the kitchen now, so we don’t have to search for them later.”
“OMG, yes! First kitchen, though, because I’m hungry.” Jim jumps excited. Luna is kinda tired of her friends using the OMG, but they learned it from their English buddies, so she lets them live with it.
“Already?” Luna frowns, but nods in agreement, since she is forever in need of food and the ginger haired girl pulls them both in some direction as the brunette is definitely not trying to find Matteo in the small crowd formed in the living room.
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The kitchen, as it ended up, is placed nearby. They had to just cross another hallway and open the door to get in. There is another ton of the food on the counters, right after the table in other room. The girls came kinda late, but there is still pizza waiting in few boxes, and Luna is the first one to appear near and take a slice. Jim and Yam do the same while Luna checks on her phone in case Matteo sent her a text, but he hasn’t, he hasn’t texted her or called, or posted on his story anything recently except his laptop with Netflix logo on the screen. If he doesn’t appear here today, she swears she is going to kill him as soon as her eyes reach him, and then herself.
Or she will just take her friends after they have free pizza dinner here, and go to some club just enjoying her girls-only time, and forget Matteo Balsano and her dramatic ass.
That is why she shouldn’t have drunk the few shots Jim made her drink to “chill” before leaving the dorm.
At some point in the middle of taking another bite someone pats her shoulder and she turns around almost smashing the pizza in the person’s dark shirt, because they are too close.
Here she is, out of all possible ways to meet him today, she ended up with mouthful of pizza and lips probably stained with tomato sauce.
“There you are, sweet thing. I see you are enjoying the party already,” he says, smiling as if she wasn’t messiest thing existing. He leans and kisses her cheek before passing her a napkin and taking his arm around her shoulders.
The girls stare at him and he looks at them without changing his face. “Jimena, Yamila, I hope you have fun today and I’m afraid I will have to steal Luna from you.”
Mentioned Luna rolls her eyes at the full names and stealing thing, since she is the one to decide with who she wants to spend the party. Even if she wants to hang out with Matteo, still it’s her choice.
He pulls her closer to his side, yet still casually and the girls just nod, smiling, and Jim raises her eyebrows. “Well, we hope you two have fun too, but please don’t babysit Luna today, because if you will, you will need a babysitter.”
Yam snorts and Luna gasps, Matteo seems surprised a little as well, but he sends her friend a wink. “There is nothing you need to worry about, really.”
“Okay girls, remember to not go alone anywhere, promise me that,” Luna warns them with serious eyes and both of her friends just nod before turning away and leaving with another slices of pizza.
Matteo turns to her with happy grin, as if he got extra toy on Christmas, the one he never found while searching around house. “I almost thought you wouldn’t appear, but at the same time I knew those two would drag you here even if you went back to Mexico.”
She rolls her eyes, but smiling as well, she likes simple being around him and just talking, and his teasing, and when he is looking at her with those funny, excited sparks in his eyes. She might like him a little bit too much.
“Do you really think I would miss an opportunity of getting free food?” she asks, raising her eyebrows and he laughs, reaching to push one loose strand of her hair behind her ear. “Why is your hair up, though?”
Luna shrugs. “I don’t know, I was in a mood I guess. Why?”
Matteo takes his fingers to the back of her head and releases her hair from the hairband. She immediately feels soft tickles on her shoulders and shivers. “Why would you do that?” she asks, but softly, without any drama in her voice surprisingly.
“I don’t know. I like your hair down more i think.”
She smiles. “You do?”
He nods and leans closer, having her almost breathless. “Yeah, and I very like your skirt.”
🌙
Luna has really no idea how much has she drunk yet, but it’s definitely much more than she should. Her head is spinning lightly, yet Matteo is holding his hand on her waist steadily all the time, which she appreciates. She doesn’t really see Jim or Yam since they left her alone with Balsano, and she is sure they are having fun or drinking until they throw up, or both.
Matteo introduced her to some people, though they haven’t stayed with anyone longer, because as he said, he didn’t want them to weird her out and ask too many questions since it's a party, fun for her, and not an interview. This makes sense enough in her head for Luna not to push, it's not like she wanted to meet all of his friends at once. She got to meet Ramiro, Matteo's good friend, or so it looks like, and few girls there keeps watching her with angry eyes. Each time Luna feels uncomfortable enough that she went to get a drink, and here she is now probably too drunk for her own good.
Yet, she still lets herself drag Matteo to dance, even if he sends her amused glance, but she doesn't stop and as long as he doesn't stop her either, it's okay.
Matteo is giving her this weird feeling, this idea of actual freedom that she doesn't have to follow what everyone tells her. She does what she wants, wears what she wants and she isn't sure if she feels like this because of all alcohol she has drunk so far, if it's because of Matteo being so close to her and keeping his hands on her body, while they are dancing slowly in between so many people, or if it's simply her relaxing finally after all those months. She likes it anyway.
She likes swaying lazily pressed to his chest with her arms loose around his neck. He is so, so close she can’t think straight, but she would never anyway especially when his hands are on her lower back, his thumbs sneaked their way under her a bit cropped tshirt. The song is quick and loud, people are jumping and hitting her with elbows, and sometimes pushing her a little. Luna can't care now, she is just focused on those two brown eyes, so warm and soft while he is mouthing her song lyrics and honestly it's the most perfect moment in the world even if she probably looks like mess with her curled hair. His tiny, annoying smile is almost enticing, asking her to go further, to take more, to feel more and feel less at the same time, she loves it and lets it all consume her in this very moment.
It’s the first time he is having her so close in public, around other people and she likes it so much, that he isn’t awkward, or pulling away, or pretending she is just a friend. Though, at the same time he is not kissing her yet, and she thinks that he should have already done that, not once.
He leans closer but turns towards her ear and his breathing on her neck makes her tingle. “Are you enjoying yourself?” he asks and traces the skin behind her ear with his nose, taking deep breath and Luna wonders if it’s still possible to move.
“Yeah, it’s very nice,” she says clearing her throat, because her voice comes out shaky and raspy. Matteo smiles at her and nods, but she continues. “Are you having fun with me, though?”
He raises his eyebrows just so slightly and hums. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“I don’t know.” She shrugs. “You probably had always had other things to do than spending whole party with one person.”
Matteo bites on his lower lip, making her want to do the same. “What if I like to do so? You are fun, Luna Valente.”
“I’m not sure what is your definition of fun, but that’s definitely not me,” she murmurs while playing with the collar of his shirt. He sends her almost annoying look before sliding his hand from her arm up to her nape and pressing her lips lazily to his finally.
It’s a slow, effortless kiss, but also a hungry and needy one. She can taste the alcohol drink he had before, it’s a bitter taste, yet now she doesn’t care, she just wants him closer and more. They stop in one place, closer to the wall than to the center of the room though, and her fingers tangle in his already messy hair. He tenses for a second, probably having the reflex of taking her hands away from his head, but she kisses him more urgently and he focuses on claiming her mouth as his once again.
The music is somehow dimmed and hazy now, as if her brain couldn’t take more things into her senses and process them, and Luna can only agree that Matteo kissing her is such an overwhelming thing, and she wants to kiss him forever.
His tongue is playing with hers almost teasingly, gliding across her lower lip or backing out for her to decide what she wants now, and she appreciates that. The hand he had placed on her nape to keep her close relaxes now a little, letting it fall a little before he takes it to her waist, under the tshirt she is wearing as the kiss becomes harder. His lips are more expecting and more wanting, he grips on her as if she was the one good thing in the world, or at least that’s what her dramatic, burned mind is saying. She wouldn’t really trust herself though, not when she is in a place like this, with him and doing what she is doing.
Matteo pushes her a little backwards and she is sure that she will step on someone’s foot or other body part, but she meets only cold wall and he is everywhere now. It’s almost too much how lost she is, how she can’t breathe and when he bites on her lower lip, the last drops of her conscience make her stop him and push away for a few inches.
He stares at her with dark, very confused and messy eyes, his breathing is short and shallow, his cheeks are actually red as never before and he looks absolutely breathtaking.
“Everything’s fine?” he asks with a quiet, raspy voice and if she wasn’t so close, she wouldn’t have heard it because of the music being loud again.
She nods tiny and clears her throat, wondering how bad she has to look if he is such a mess now. “I don’t think this is a good place to do something like that.” Matteo opens his mouth softly, but she places her hand on his chest. “And tonight it’s not a good night to do anything more.”
He smiles with this small troublemaker smirk. “I wouldn’t have suggested anything like that, sweet thing.” Luna rolls her eyes, but smiles trying to regain her steady heartbeat. “I think that I need a drink.”
🌙
She doesn’t really care what she will drink, she just wants to cool down her body, and when Matteo asks her if it’s supposed to be alcohol free or not, she just shrugs. “Whatever, as long as it’s cold.”
He laughs and takes some bottle from the fridge and opens it, first taking a sip from it, not really caring to use the glass. The still awake “safety” part of Luna’s brain appreciates this reassurance that nothing suspicious is there, so she takes the bottle and drinks a little.
It tastes bitter, but just a little since it’s probably been sitting in the fridge for a long while, something in her head dims, and that was apparently more than she could have drunk for one night, because everything goes blank.
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can you do a one shot of veronica calling archie pet names in spanish and archie trying to understand and being confused and them just being all cute n fluffy
Archie isn’t sleeping when Veronica whispers across the cool expanse of sheets for him to wake up, but he keeps his eyes shut for a few seconds longer anyway, if only because her morning sentiments are his favorite thing to hear as he leaves the dreaming world.
Archiekins, she calls him all day long, and sometimes lover boy, but in the first moments after she wakes there are other things that slip out – sweetie and baby and honey. It makes Archie feel so endeared toward her that it hurts, almost.
“Archie,” she says now, just quietly. He feels her forehead bump lightly against his shoulder – she’s still warm from sleep, and if he opens his eyes he’ll see a sight he’s glad he’s familiar with, so familiar that he can picture it perfectly against the darkness of his eyelids; the drowsy halo that seems to glow around her, her tangled hair and slightly chapped lips. Veronica in the morning is his favorite (though he knows he’ll be thinking the same thing about Veronica in the afternoon and Veronica in the evening and Veronica in the dead of night). “Cariño,” she says then, feather soft, her fingers curling around his arm. She noses her way toward his neck.
“That’s a new one,” Archie whispers back, eyes still shut. He’s not sure what it means, but it sounds beautiful coming from her lips, and that’s enough for him.
She leaves a kiss just below his jaw. “Darling,” she clarifies into his ear, and he shivers. “Amor.” He feels her push up onto her elbows now, her body coming to rest right on his, legs on either side of his hips and the sheets still tangled up over her. He imagines the sight of this – sunlight bleeding through the room and onto the clouds of white fabric wrapped around her and above him. She presses her lips to his collarbone. “My love,” she whispers against his skin.
He traces his hands up her thighs. Almost opens his eyes but wills himself to let this last as long as possible.
“Mi cielo,” she breathes against his neck. Kisses in rows up his throat. She could leave him with bruises, but her lips are light as petals. “My heaven.”
It makes Archie push one breath out, fast and heavy. His hands grip her legs a little tighter and he thinks of answered prayer.
“Mi alma,” she hums, kissing her way across his jawline. He thinks she wants to inscribe the words across his skin, she says them with such conviction. Presses one cheek to his and murmurs, “My soul,” against his temple. Her lips brush his cheekbone and his nose before she stops just centimeters from his lips, hovering in that miniscule negative space. For a second neither of them speaks or moves, the rise and fall of their ribs touching as they breathe.
“Te amo,” she says softly… and he knows that one.
“I love you, too,” he breathes out, and opens his eyes to the light.
#hope you like!#angels#thanks for requesting#varchie#archieronnie#varchie fic#archieronnie fic#veronica lodge#archie andrews#my fics
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