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Roses and Blood
pairing: private detective! Yuta Nakamoto x journalist! Y/N
word count: 4.4k words
genre: angst, a bit of smut, NOIR
summary : A high-profile cheating case just become a murder case. And the center of it all is the detective himself.
warnings : death, murder, blood, cigarettes, alcohol, sexual themes (masturbation) but not detailed, abuse, mentions of cheating, mentions of torture
This is my attempt to write a Noir AU, I’m not a fan of detective movies or this genre so this is the best that I can make up. This is heavily inspired by Secret’s Poison MV. 😁
taglist: @dimplehyunn @nominsgirl @jaesqueso @ahsshilee-me @readers-posts @justpeachygirl
written for Neo-City Noir Collab Call by @suh-insane
An extra cube of sugar in my cup of coffee. The only thing that changed in my everyday routine. The everyday bustling and hustling of the street outside didn’t change a bit. A typical day.
The calmness of the office was disturbed when the door opened. A strong scent of woman’s perfume hitting my nose. Roses. She smelled like roses.
The woman removed her coat, revealing a red button-down blouse hugging her figure. Blood. She reminds me of blood. A woman who might bring trouble.
Her heels click-clacking against the hardwood of my office and she slumped on the chair before I could remove my eyes from her. “I need your help.” She started, crossing her legs. “Detective Nakamoto.”
I leaned in on the table to assess her. An unreadable expression. She might be used to this. She took an envelope from her white handbag, sliding it on the table in front of me. "This is the file for Senator Hall." I opened the envelope which revealed a detailed copy of the said senator's information. "There had been threats to his life and I wanted to ask your help in finding who the mystery sender is."
There are different sized papers inside the envelope, letters cut from magazines that contain messages of threats. “Are you and the senator…?” Her lips curled up even before I could finish my sentence.
She handed a card, slipping it on the table. “I’m Y/N, Senator Hall’s publicist.” True enough, the card says that she is a journalist. “There are talks about how good you are, considering you found the mistress of Otto Holding’s chairman.” My jaw clenched. It’s not my best work but why did I get famous because of that? “Can I assure your help, Detective?”
I nodded with a smirk. She knew the business. Interesting. The woman placed the briefcase on the table, “This is just the first payment.” A briefcase full of money? This is serious business. She placed a gold-colored card above the briefcase with the letters ‘Fantasia’ written on it. “The senator usually comes to this club. He often gets the letters in this place.”
Fantasia? It’s a new high-end club that just opened for VIPs. This just narrowed down the list of potential suspects. They can either be VIPs or someone working in that club.
“I trust that you do your job discreetly,” She leaned on the table and I found myself staring at the low cut of her red blouse. “Mr. Yuta Nakamoto.” The way my name rolled on her tongue sent shivers down my spine. And as she left the office, her heels clicking on the floor, I was left with the scent of roses and an unhealthy amount of attraction for the senator’s publicist.
My fingers fiddled with the business card she handed.
Miss Y/N.
Trouble.
Will I get to see her again?
Fantasia is so posh, so high class, that security is so tight. It runs in an invite-only policy, the golden card that Miss Y/N handed. But even if you had the said invite, you needed to give them your personal information. Nothing bad will surely happen here.
The inside was not anything I imagined. The smell of alcohol and the blinding lights are the first thing noticeable inside, followed by jazz music playing. Girls in promiscuous clothes were serving drinks as another girl with flashy red clothes was singing on the stage. The color of rose and blood. And I was reminded of Ms. Y/N once again.
Senator. I’m here for a task.
After getting my drink from the bartender, I searched for a place where I could sit and surveyed the place. Before I approached a corner seat, I spotted the man I should be eyeing, seated on a velvet couch and staring at the girl on the stage. Based on the files, he has a wife and she’s very wealthy. Is this another case of a cheating husband? Then this case will be solved immediately.
The girl in the red dress singing earlier made her way to the crowd, stopping in front of the senator before giving him a smile and a wink. A smirk escaped my lips, case closed. I've been in this work for so long to know that his wife is giving him threats for having a girlfriend. A cliché love story.
The task was done even before I could begin so I drank a little to celebrate my small victory. Although the drink is expensive, I deserved this.
I'm busy minding my drink when the seat beside me gets occupied. "Hi." The same girl in the red dress singing on stage earlier. The senator's lover. "You're new here, aren't you?"
Does she keep track of the people here? "Want me to show you a good time?" What? But before I could say anything, she lightly pushed up her skirt to show me her thigh. What the hell is this club?
I turned around from her, facing the female bartender who was wiping the counter, and drank the contents of my glass in one gulp. I have to get out of here. The girl held my chest and I hastily stood up, feeling my head throbbed. What is happening to me? I felt my legs lose their strength as my stomach grumbled, sour liquid creeping up in my throat.
Immediately, I ran to the men's toilet to vomit everything in my stomach. The sour and bitter taste coming out of my mouth. Where did this come from? Is it the expensive drink? Am I not allowed to drink expensive scotch? Luxury life isn't really for me.
The moment I went out, wiping my mouth with my handkerchief, a surprise overtook me. A body was lying on the floor, a pool of blood by my feet. Turning it, I stumbled on my feet to see the senator as pale as a ghost. What the hell? I kneeled on the bloody floor, pumping his chest to at least save him but it's too late. He already lost a lot of blood. Shit, this is bad.
A stray bullet can be seen on the side of his body next to something glistening. An earring. Gold flower earring. The lingering smell of cigarettes, mint cigarettes. Before I could stand, the door opened followed by a scream of terror. This is really bad.
The door closed. I had to save myself. Even if it is the most questionable thing, I jumped out of the window and ran for my life. My hands were still bloody as well as my coat, the earring in my coat pocket. This is a first. What will happen to me now? There's only one person who saw me. They can't actually remember me, right?
It must be the distress, the lightheaded feeling of panic. A blinding car light made me stop in my tracks. This might be my death. I should have bought the fanciest drink there is.
"Detective Nakamoto?" Then the voice of an angel. I might be dead. "Are you alright?" The angel appears to wear a red shirt. The color of blood. Death. "What happened to you?" Her flesh feels warm, she's alive.
It is the distress, the panic, that I cling to her arm. The police sirens could be heard and I begged for her to take me out of the place.
The evening lights were blinding as she drove. Destination, unknown. Her phone rang and she accepted the call, Mrs. Hall. "My husband is dead." She stepped on the brakes immediately, putting her phone on handset before glancing at me.
I didn't hear what they were talking about but her stare at me got me ideas. She might have found out that I'm in the same club as him. When she put down the call, she only stared at me. "You killed him?"
"What? Of course not."
She raised an eyebrow, eyeing my bloody coat. "I swear I didn't. I saw him lying in his own blood when I left the restroom stall."
"Someone saw you." She opened the radio of her car, "And now, they're looking for you." The voice from the radio was talking about how the senator was found dead in the jazz club and that they're looking for a man in a coat. I hastily removed my coat, throwing it on the backseat of the car.
She laughed at that. "You think that's all, detective?" She showed her phone, a picture of me taken earlier in the club with a wanted sign on top. Shit! "I asked you to find who tried to kill him, not kill him."
"I swear I didn't," I shouted, putting my hands up. "I don't even own a gun and he was shot." I tried to think of other things I noticed at the scene of the crime. Come on Yuta, think. "It smells like cigarettes and I don't smoke."
She raised an eyebrow at that. "But why are you there?"
"You asked me to come there."
"I mean the restroom." She rolled her eyes. "If he was shot, why didn't you hear the gunfire? Why didn't you ask for help?"
I closed my eyes in frustration. Journalists really are inquisitive. "I was vomiting my drink and I don't know, I panicked. I thought I could save him." She started the car without a word and I just sat there, looking outside to see where we were going.
What will happen to me now? A wanted man. I can't return to my original life. Why am I in this mess? "I'm sorry. I believe you. I asked you for help and you were just trying to do your job." I nodded. At least she understands. "But for now, everyone knows you so I'll help you hide then maybe we can clear your name."
I have nothing to do but trust her. I need to clear my name. Why is my brain so blank now?
We stopped at a gas station to get some food. I’m pretty famished after vomiting everything but the moment I stepped inside the store, the news of the senator can be heard followed by a description of the person who killed him. The attendant stared at me before Y/N took his attention. This is bad.
Hastily, I made a beeline outside after cleaning my hands off the blood. Y/N is already outside with a lollipop in her mouth, leaning by her car. “I borrowed some clothes.” She should have said that when I was inside but where did she get those clothes? “You can change inside the car.”
Here? In the open? But she was already opening the door for me. The clothes were on the backseat of her car, a black shirt and jogger pants. And it’s better than having my bloody clothes so even if the shirt is a little tight, pants shorter, I have to wear this.
She eyed me from head to toe and for the first time, I felt exposed. A raise of an eyebrow followed by the lollipop removed from her mouth with a popping sound. "Do you have any place you can go?" Is there? They're probably at my apartment address by now. The police might be in my office. I shook my head and she smirked, gesturing to the car.
The city buildings are now gone, replaced by endless empty landscapes. It was a long drive. The news from the radio was replaced by jazz music, her phone kept ringing but she didn't mind it all. A blinding light changed the overall aura of the surroundings as she made a sharp turn heading to what seems like a motel. Why here of all places? It looks like a rundown. Is someone still living here?
I followed her to what seems like an endless hallway, the smell of cigarettes and weed in the air as the sounds of grunting and bed squeaking can be heard. She inserted a key on the last door to the right, opening it and switching the lights on. “Stay here for a while.” She whispered before casually entering the room. It smelled like roses. Her scent.
“Do you live here?” She shook her head, handing me a bottle of beer. Then why does she look so comfortable here? She removed her coat and casually throwing it to the couch in the middle of the room. Her arms filled with bruises and scars. “What happened?”
She shrugged, disappearing to another door and I took time to look around. A large window covered with dark curtains, bottles of beer on the floor under the table. I even saw underwear which made me immediately turn around. There was a sound of murmuring from inside the room, she might be on a call with someone.
I took my phone out of my coat pocket which revealed countless calls and even messages asking where I was. In annoyance, I just closed my phone and return it to the pocket where my fingers grazed at something sharp. The earring. The gold flower earring. It’s a woman.
“A woman killed him.” I immediately told Y/N when she went out of the room. “I’m certain of that.” She glanced at me in question. “Maybe his wife.”
“Mrs. Hall? She’s so kind.” She claimed. “Why would she do that?”
“Because he’s seeing someone else.” The statement obviously came as a surprise to her. Doesn’t she know? “Senator Hall is seeing another girl in that jazz club.” Her eyebrows were scrunched to focus on my words. Then it came. That girl. She was beside me before I took a shot of my drink. She might have put something in my drink. She listened as I narrate everything to her, no one can help me with this shithole but her. I need to clear my name and find who really killed the senator.
She bit her lip. “Do you really think she did it? The jazz singer?” I nodded. It’s only her or his wife. “I’m meeting Mrs. Hall tomorrow. I’ll try and look at this.” She rolled her eyes. “This is supposed to be your job.” I apologized. It really is. But my hands are tied now. I can’t do anything.
The death was all over the news. My face plastered on every newspaper and wanted poster. How quick are they to assume that I killed the senator? Should I just come clean and tell them that I don’t have a gun? That I don’t smoke?
With nothing to do, I laundry my bloody clothes and some of Y/N’s things. Lightly tidying up her motel room. Why would a girl like her live in a place like this?
And as I reached out from under the couch, I found out exactly why.
It’s almost midnight yet she isn’t back. Maybe she isn’t coming here tonight. So I settled to bed, removing the dirty shirt I have been wearing the whole day. The incessant pounding of the bed on the wall from the other room only made me annoyed and, well, disturbed. I can’t fucking sleep. The moans got louder, mattress squeaking that made it unable for me to focus on just sleeping. Fuck! I’m very well disturbed.
My hand slipped inside my pants, finger tracing the outline of my member while thinking of a certain girl in red lace underwear. Hand wrapped around the hard rod, I started stroking while creating soft moans along with the sound of sex next door. “Y/N,” I whispered and a gasp can be heard that made me open my eyes. She’s in the doorway, looking at me in surprise. Fuck! Immediately, I removed my hand from my pants then stood up from the bed that made me light-headed. “It’s not what it looked like. I…”
“Yuta,” she called. A sound that rang like a melody in my ears. There were tears in her eyes, a bruised lip, and a cut on her cheek. The reason why she’s staying in this motel room. Why that ring is under the couch. “I don’t want to come back to him anymore.” She choked on her tears.
Y/N’s cries got louder as I wrap my arms around her. “Then don’t come back to him,” I whispered. How long was this? Why isn’t she speaking up about this? Why is she hiding here? “I’ll protect you, Y/N.”
She stared right into my eyes. And I knew that very moment I shouldn't have let myself be taken by her good looks and smell. I realized that she was the kind of trouble I was looking for. The kind that would give my life a sense of purpose.
My hunches might be right seeing how there are bruises and scars all over her skin. How can a confident girl be this fucked up? Now, I have more reasons to clear my name. "When everything clears up, stay with me." I whispered then kissed her bare shoulder. My lips went to hers, gently kissing the bruises and cuts in her skin as if I could erase them. My arms trying to give her the warmth she needed.
When I woke up, she was nowhere in sight. Her car wasn’t outside as well, she must be off to work. The news is different now, something about the stocks dropping and the murder of another man in town. Maybe I can come outside now. But where should I go? There isn’t any diner or restaurant near the motel, even a store where I can buy food. I’ll have to wait for her to come home and wish that she brought food.
Luckily, Y/N did. Sushi. Along with the take-out foods is an envelope that contains papers inside. A picture is inside the brown file, the girl from the jazz club. “Is she the one you’re talking about?” I nodded. Although her clothes are different and with a lesser make-up on, she’s obviously that girl. There were details about her, her name and her address. “Do you think she killed the senator?”
“Why would she drug me if not?”
“That’s not enough evidence, Yuta.” She’s right. It really isn’t enough evidence to name her the suspect. Shit! Is there anything I can do to clear my name? “I’ll try and watch her, maybe I can get some answers.”
I moved closer to her, holding her in my arms. If we’re going to clear my name, she wouldn’t be doing this alone. She’s been through a lot. “I’ll come with you.” When she kissed my lips, I already knew her answer.
She was exactly that girl in the bar. My eyes can’t fool me. It’s a high possibility that she is the killer now that we’re watching her smoke a cigarette. All we need to do is get her alibi and see if she has a gun. But I'm positive that she is the killer. Why would she put poison in my drink? Why me?
Is it to frame me? She doesn't know me. Is it obvious that I'm a detective at first glance? Which came to my first question, why me?
That question still lingered in my mind. It's been a week since we saw the girl. Y/N would always leave in the morning and come back each night with new information about the Senator's case. She had been working closely with the lawyers and the police about the case, updating me of recent findings. "Can I come out now? Tell the police everything I know about the case?" I asked while brushing her hair, her head laying on my arm. "I have enough evidence."
"Evidence?"
"An earring," I whispered and she jolted to sit, looking at me surprised. "I saw an earring at the scene of the crime."
"Why didn't you tell me about this?" She picked up her discarded clothes in a hurry. Why? What’s wrong? But before I could ask anything, she had already left.
The news of the senator’s death was once again on the headlines but this time, my face isn’t the one flashing but the jazz singer’s as the suspect. She admitted to the crime, saying that she had been threatening the senator since he promised that he’ll buy her out of the club. Fantasia club is now under a lot of criticism for prostitution and the unethical labor of the workers. A gun with a silencer was found in her possession, the weapon used for the crime.
My picture flashed on the screen, not as a suspect, but as the detective who solved all of this.
There’s only one thing to do now. Go back to my normal life.
Journalists all came to the office and asked me a lot of questions. The newspaper was filled with pictures of me, claiming that I’m the best detective in town and the phone kept ringing endlessly in the office. I smiled, it hadn’t been a typical day even if I didn’t put an extra cube of sugar in my coffee.
I was on a call with a journalist from the local newspaper when two uniformed personnel came inside my office. “Detective Nakamoto, we need your help.” And I knew, this is something serious.
Maybe it already happened two times. I have been to this place before. Thrice. I have been here thrice. The mansion of the Chairman of Otto Holdings. It was his wife who asked me to come here before. Now, the reason was him.
The officials informed me about the corpse, stabbed in the stomach then shot in the head. The killer wants him dead, I’m sure of that. I saw him a couple of times before and he is a tall man. If someone were to kill him by stabbing his stomach, that person might be close to him. Who would do this? His wife? But she’s already living abroad. His lover perhaps? Someone working for him?
“Reports said that he’s here with his daughter. We’re trying to locate her.” He had a daughter? They showed a plastic bag with the pieces of evidence found at the crime scene: strands of long hair, cigarette butt, a bullet. Familiar shreds of evidence.
They let me look around his office, the place polished in cleanliness except for little splotches of blood on the carpet. Old marks of blood. On one side of the wall were torture devices: floggers, leather whips, handcuffs, and wooden cane. Either he’s into serious sexual acts or he’s just a demon who loves torture.
A picture hanging on the wall took my attention. A happy family. The young-looking chairman was standing behind his estranged wife who looked really happy and youthful. On her lap is a young girl with such angelic features. Bright shining eyes. Then a familiar thing caught my attention.
The gold flower earring was shining on my hand. The same earring the little girl is wearing in the picture. Why do I feel like I’ve been chasing the wrong suspect all along? I drank some beer, seated by the edge of my desk when the door opened. Before I could tell that the office was closed for the day, a strong scent of a woman’s perfume hit my nose. Roses. The familiar smell of roses. Y/N.
She removed the black coat she had on, revealing a red wrap-around dress that shows some skin below her neckline and stops midthigh. Her hair has gotten shorter since the last time I saw her. Lips deep red. Her heels click-clacking against the hardwood of my office. A sheer lace thigh-high stocking completed her look.
Her hand slipped on my neck, leaning close to whisper in my ear “Long time no see, hotshot.” My heart beating wildly against my chest. Her smell. That addicting smell. Her lips went to mine. Her taste. A deadly combination of alcohol, cigarette, and mint. “I missed you, Yuta.” She whispered in that erotic voice, fingers heading south my shirt.
I took the glass of alcohol to relieve the parching of my throat, finishing the contents before holding her by the waist. “It’s you, isn’t it?” A smirk escaped her lips. “You killed the chairman.” I should have been aware the moment it smelled like roses in the chairman’s house. “You’re his daughter.” The same eyes as the girl in the picture. “Why…?”
My chest suddenly felt tight. Like someone just punched my heart. I gasped for air. Mouth burning as if on fire. She just sat on the chair, crossing her legs while watching me. “Because he promised mom that he’ll take care of me.” She flexed her fingers, checking her nails. “I hate people who don’t fulfill their promises.”
Promises. The same thing the jazz singer said about the senator. “You…” I coughed blood. “You also killed the senator.” It makes sense now. She came to me. She wanted me there. She pretended to help me. The earring. Her reaction. The taste of mint and cigarettes. “Why? Why me?” My legs feel numb that I fell on the floor.
“Isn’t it your fault why mom left my dad? Why I’m in hell because of him?” It wasn’t a husband. It was her dad. He really is a monster. “Think of this as a little gift. You’ve became famous. Everyone will know that you died.” Her fingers glide on the edge of the desk, placing a small white pill beside the glass. “They just wouldn’t know how.”
I called for her name but she just stared at me with an evil look in her eyes. “I sincerely liked you, Yuta. I even believed that we could be together.”
“We can.” But every word felt like a thorn in my chest. “I love you.”
The corner of her lips curled up, kneeling beside me. “But you’re also like them. Promising things and not actually doing it.” I grasp her arm, words not coming out of my mouth. She took her phone. “Mrs. Hall, the work is done.” She stared right into me with cold eyes. “Detective Nakamoto is gone.”
Her lips were as red as rose as she smirked at me. Her dress, red. The color of blood.
The memory of when I first saw her came to me. The same smell of roses. The gold flower earrings on her ears. The same color as blood telling me that she’s bad news.
I should have listened.
But it’s too late.
She is indeed trouble.
The kind of trouble that will be the death of me.
Like a sweet poison. She’s a poison. Addicting. Deadly.
And then everything went black.
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Moonlight Getaway
Hello! Thank you for the prompt, it was a lot of fun to write! This idea is adorable-- I always love a good dancing-in-the-moonlight trope, so hopefully you enjoy!
Bit of a disclaimer, since I’m uncreative, the planet I used is basically just Corona from Tangled, because for the life of me I couldn’t stop thinking about when Eugene and Rapunzel were hanging out and dancing in that scene when I read the prompt. So, oops if that influenced the fic?
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 3,450
Summary: Read the request above! :)
(Gif doesn’t belong to me, credit to the creator! :D)
You let yourself sink down, arms crossing across the table in front of you, and forehead resting on your forearms. You gave a heavy sigh into the room, blinking your eyes shut.
You’d been travelling in the TARDIS all day—had been since you left the last planet you and the Doctor had visited, where you’d almost died. Twice. Three, if you counted the part where the Doctor slyly talked the two of you away from the space guns pointed at you.
It had been far more running than you’d ever like to happen, and as it turned out, running for your life really took all the energy out of you. Normal running be damned to the crash that followed an adrenaline ‘fearing-for-your-life’ run.
You’d been travelling with the Doctor for a while now, but you still weren’t quite used to... well, the threat that came with travelling Outerspace with an alien Timelord. How everything seemed to want to kill you, or chase you, or, well, kidnap you.
And all the running you did on a daily basis. The running just to survive whatever you happened to be doing.
It wasn’t usually as bad as it had been the past couple days-- you’d just run into some problems on the planet, and were unfortunately unable to leave as quickly as you would’ve liked. You and the Doctor had been stranded, in near constant danger for the better part of two days before you’d managed to escape to the TARDIS and make a quick getaway.
You weren’t even sure you’d done anything wrong, but perhaps the Doctor had at some point or another and it was just his past catching up with him. And you’d just kinda been roped along for the journey.
It still ran you ragged. The past couple days. You wanted to flop into your bed, and never get up. To hibernate for at least a week before you were ready to join the world of the living again.
You knew you couldn’t though, even though the Doctor would probably let you and not say anything about it, because he was just so soft with you. The thought of it just didn’t sit right with you though, no matter how good the offer looked. It would be a waste. Not everyone got what you got—to see space, and time, and travel with the last Timelord in existence. It really was worth a bit of exhaustion in the end.
That didn’t mean you couldn’t be tired right now though. Because you were. You’d slept all night, and into the day after returning to the TARDIS and getting off that planet, but you were still so tired. It was more mental than physical at this point.
You just needed some down time where you weren’t in danger, which you were thankfully getting as you sat safe and sound in the TARDIS kitchen, and you hoped it would last for at least a while longer. Hopefully.
“(Y/N)?” the Doctor’s voice called, almost sing-songy.
You shifted around on your chair, lifting your gaze to peek your eyes out over your forearm to look at the Doctor. He was leaning against the kitchen doorframe, arms crossed over his chest and one ankle kicked up over the other. His head was tilted, blinking at you as a smile curled onto his lips.
“Yes?” you breathed out, letting your chin drop down on your forearm, keeping your gaze on the Doctor. He gave you a grin, finally stepping into the room and sitting on the chair opposite to you.
“We’re here,” he told you.
“Here?” You raised an eyebrow in question, since you hadn’t thought the Doctor had any destination in mind, just that he’d been in a hurry to get you off the previous planet. He hadn’t said anything about it when you’d left him in the console room to retire to your bedroom yesterday evening, and he hadn’t mentioned it when you’d seen him when you woke up either. “And... where exactly is here?”
“Corona,” the Doctor told you, smile wide. “It’s a beautiful planet with friendly inhabitants. It's always very fun to visit, and I thought you might like a break from our usual travels.”
You hesitated for a second, still feeling so tired, and really not up for more running around and fearing for your life today. That usually was the Doctor’s definition of fun.
Today was supposed to be a day of downtime.
“None of that, don’t give me that look,” the Doctor snorted a laugh as his eyes lit up happily, “no danger whatsoever. I wouldn’t have brought you here if I didn’t think you’d be completely safe after the last few... perilous days.”
You lifted your eyebrow once more, finally sitting up from your slouch on the table, “promise?”
“Of course,” he gave an honest nod, “I promise.”
You gave it one last thought before finally ducking your head in a nod. You really did trust the Doctor. It was hard not to trust him. He was just very trustworthy.
“Great!” The Doctor grinned, “I promise you’ll have fun; don’t you worry. Now, why don’t you go get dressed, and I’ll wait for you in the console room, yeah?”
“Dressed in what?” You rose slowly from your seat, rubbing your tired eyes. He hadn’t said much about the planet, like what kind of clothes you should wear. Should you dress for hot weather, or cold weather?
“Something nice,” the Doctor shrugged, a playful twinkle in his eye, “but comfortable.”
You tilted you head, finally noticing what the man was wearing. It wasn’t his usual suit and jacket. The clothes he wore every day, his signature look.
He was wearing a tuxedo classy and pristine—down to a perfectly tied bowtie. You’d seen him dressed up in this attire only once before, when he’d led you into some kind of gala back when you’d first started travelling with him.
“You’re in a tux,” you stuttered out in surprise, mouth agape, “...just how fancy should I be dressed for this planet?”
“Depends on the night,” the Doctor gave a cheeky grin, “you’ll look perfect in whatever you decide though.” He stood up, turning away from the table and walking towards the door, “I’ll be waiting for you.”
And then he was gone, turned down the hall and disappearing out of sight.
You shook yourself from your stupor, finally managing to trail down the halls to your bedroom. You picked out an outfit—it was nowhere near as fancy as the Doctor’s clothes, but you liked it, and it suited you well. Just enough class to be considered fancy, but also comfortable to wear.
The Doctor was waiting in the console room, as promised. He was perched over the TARDIS console, looking over the screen before he was pushing some buttons. His attention perked up to you when he finally noticed you stood in the doorway.
“You look lovely,” he grinned, giving you a quick once over where he ducked his gaze off you when he realized what he’d been doing. He was quick to stand to his full height, clearing his throat as he adjusted his jacket cuffs. “Ready then?”
“You’re not going to tell me anything else about this planet?”
“No,” he laughed, “but I’ll show you?”
You gave a huffy laugh of your own before giving him a halfhearted one shoulder shrug, “I guess I’m ready then.”
“Lovely!” He chirped, striding towards the doors, and waiting briefly for you to follow. You didn’t bother hesitating anymore, now you were more curious than anything else. What did the Doctor have planned?
It was beautiful outside the doors. Something almost out of a fairytale.
Stone walkways and street lights that lit up the darkening sky as the sun started to set above you. There wasn’t much street life, a couple families, children running around and being children—couples dressed in classy-casual outfits. Flowing dresses and skirts, and fancy slacks and dress-shirts as far as the eye could see.
Everyone obviously on their way somewhere, as they all trailed up the stone path, laughing and talking-- in generally good moods.
It looked almost like earth, and the human race, but with subtle differences. Just enough to remind you that you weren’t on earth. It was easy to forget you weren’t though—especially since they were speaking English.
“Ah, perfect,” the Doctor hummed to himself beside you, looking pleased as his eyes travelled over the sight outside the TARDIS doors.
“What’s... happening?”
The Doctor finished his gazing around quickly, before dropping his attention to you and a smile lifted onto his lips, “I knew my timing was right, this is a traditional festival. It’s yearly, I believe, but there’s always one gathering or another to attend around here. I’ve never seen any other planet quite as big on their celebrations as this one.”
“A festival?” you tilted your head in interest, “so... nothing dangerous?”
“One would hope not,” the man gave a light laugh, offering his hand to you, “I’ve never run into any problems here before.”
And that was enough answer for you, as you finally allowed some of the tension to ease off your shoulders. The Doctor attracted danger like a moth to a light source, so if he’d not come across anything dangerous here then you could relax a little.
You managed a small smile as you settled your hand in his. The Doctor was quick to tighten his hand around yours, before he was leading you up the walkway with the rest of the townsfolk. The chatter exchanged was light, and friendly. The towns people invited you and the Doctor into conversation easily, and the children ran amongst the adults, weaving between them playfully.
The atmosphere was refreshing—especially after the past few days of fear and struggling. And, as much as you hated to admit it, it was even better than being on your earth.
The towns people were gathered in the town square, it looked like the entirety of the population was gathered for whatever they happened to be celebrating. There was singing, and dancing. Children playing around and couples swaying to the live music.
“What do you think?” the Doctor leaned close to your ear so you could hear him over the full-swing of the festival taking place, “like it?”
“I do,” you gave him a shy nod, looking around at everything happening before settling your gaze back on the Doctor. “It’s like being home. Almost.”
“I’m glad you like it,” he gave you a smile, and it was almost too loud to hear him, “I hope this makes up for the past few days, they were definitely a fluke.”
“No, they weren’t,” you gave a bright laugh, “if anything, this planet is the fluke, Doctor.”
The Doctor gave a surprised laugh, before he was giving you an almost guilty look at the completely true accusation, “yeah, I suppose you’re right.”
“I love travelling with you, even though we almost die sometimes,” you told him fondly, batting your eyelashes at him, the action accompanying your words. The Doctor’s hand squeezed around yours for a second before he let his grip return to barely hanging on.
“I’ll always protect you,” the man scoffed, though his eyes trailed over you fondly, “you’re safe with me, (Y/N).”
“I know,” you bowed you head, hiding your flushing cheeks casually.
“Anyways,” the Doctor cleared his throat, thumb fluttering across you knuckles softly, “how about we check out the food? They’ve got amazing baked goods, if I remember correctly?”
“Let’s do it,” you gave an excited nod, grinning brightly at the Doctor, who returned it.
“Allons-y!”
The food was pretty good. It wasn’t earth food by any means, and even if this place looked almost like earth, the food certainly didn’t. You still tried some of it, and enjoyed some of the pastries and desserts (which were amazing, like the Doctor had promised).
When the two of you were finished eating, the Doctor led you around to see everything happening.
There were games occupying the kids in attendance, and the two of you had even been dragged along to join in one of the games by a cute little boy who you just couldn’t say no too.
And it was fun. Playing around with the kids, and watching the Doctor let himself relax and enjoy their little games too. He seemed just as relaxed as you felt, even though he usually had an air of levelheadedness whenever you were around him, you knew it was just an act sometimes.
Even though he was a nine-hundred-and-something year old Timelord, you knew he still got overwhelmed by some things, even if he attempted to hide it behind a mask of confidence.
So, it was nice to see him so completely okay. A small, real smile as a little girl tugged him by his hand to the center of the game, bright eyes as a toddler tugged on the edge of his tuxedo jacket to get his attention.
The two of you made your way to the live music next, watching the band play.
There were instruments like the ones on earth, like a set of similar drums, and a guitar that looked pretty close to the ones on earth, but some instruments you didn’t know too. Everything blended together perfectly though, sounding beautiful and smooth.
It was lively, and the surrounding crowd was enthused and dancing, enjoying their evening.
You weren’t exactly sure how you’d gotten dragged into a mixer dance. Or when one had even started?
You weren’t against it, instead laughing and following suit with the man who’d gently tugged you into the growing dance, away from the Doctor. You feared briefly that you’d be separated from the Doctor, but you didn't have to worry for long though, as you watched a woman tug the Doctor in just as the man had to you, pulling him along into the dance with her.
You let out a laugh as you were twirled around, trying your best to follow the man’s footing as he danced with you. You glanced at the Docter every so often, watching him play the part just as you were. The man twirled you, and led you along following the rest of those dancing along with you.
Before you knew it, you were twirled into someone else’s arms, another happy face who was returning your grin. The woman leading you along this time laughed, interlocking your fingers together with hers as you both twirled yourselves under your interlocked arms, laughing brightly together.
It continued for a while, partners swapping around, following what you assumed was precise steps correlating to the music; dancing with men and women alike, before you were finally spun into a familiar chest. You didn’t even have to look up to know it was the Doctor, his arms wrapping around you, firm but careful, and the familiar scent of the TARDIS enveloped you.
“Having fun?” the Doctor asked with a teasing grin. His cheeks were dusted red, as you were sure yours were from the dancing, and the laughing too.
“So much,” you told him brightly, nuzzling your nose against him before following along in the dance as best as you could. You’d done it enough now, through the course of swapping partners, to know the gist of it, but still, neither you nor the Doctor actually knew all the steps. So, you missed a couple steps, and ran into each other awkwardly once or twice, but it was all laughs.
Others around you joined in on the laughing—not at you, but with you—like everyone knew the two of you had no idea what you were doing. Like they knew you weren’t from around here- and maybe they did?
The music to the song you were dancing too faded off, and everyone gave the band a round of applause before laughter broke out once more. It was just so light, and refreshing. Generally happy. Just what you needed after the past few days.
What you didn’t know you needed, but really did.
You didn’t feel as drained anymore, not when your hand was still locked in the Doctors as the two of you joined the crowd in cheers for your own dancing. Prideful at being a part of the dance, and keeping those watching entertained.
The band didn’t stay quiet for long, and before you knew it the guitar look alike and what almost sounded like a keyboard was playing a slow song.
You watched as couples joined together, swaying to the slow song. Some people watched, smiling along, happy on the sidelines, while others found themselves a partner to take onto the makeshift dance floor.
It was getting dark now—you'd arrived later in the evening, but you were sure it was at least midnight at this point. Most of the kids had left at some point, and it was mostly adults here now.
The moon was casting gentle rays down on you, and you stared in awe at the starry sky above.
It was beautiful. Possibly even prettier than earth’s view. Maybe.
It was clear above you, not a cloud in sight, making the twinkling stars even nicer.
“Care to dance?” You turned to look up at the Doctor, looking up from his lips to his honest eyes. He was still holding your hand, but his other hand lifted from his side, reaching out in front of him as an offering.
You couldn’t help but let your other hand fall into his, as a familiar blush lit up your cheeks. You weren’t going to say no to the Doctor, especially not when he had such a fond look in his eyes. Not that you’d ever pass on the offer even if his eyes weren’t twinkling adorningly in the moonlight.
“I’d love too.”
He pulled you close, following suit with everyone else lost in their dancing. It was fairly generic slow dance; the mixer had been the planet’s own version on something similar you had on earth, but it was hard to change up a slow dance. It was all proximity, really.
You let your arms settle around his neck, as his hands fell to your waist.
You swayed together to the music. Getting lost in the notes being played, and each other all the same. There really was nothing better than being curled in the Doctor’s arms. It didn’t happen often—not like this, at least.
It was usually little, subtle touches from the man-- a hand on your shoulder to ground you, or him grasping at your own hand as he steered you out of danger on some unknown planet.
You let your cheek settle against his chest, smiling as your eyes slipped shut.
He didn’t stop swaying the two of you, instead keeping you going as you let him take full control. His thumbs brushed smooth lines up and down the curve of your sides.
“This is nice,” you whispered, just loud enough for him, and no one else, to hear. You felt him nod against you, where his chin had been resting on the top of your head.
“It is,” his voice was soft, “I’m glad you had fun.”
“Thank you,” you looked up at him with tired, hooded eyes.
You didn’t need to add anything more, because you knew he understood. You knew he knew what you were thanking him for—for taking you away to somewhere peaceful like this, where the two of you could just be, undisturbed.
He returned your smile, giving you a shallow nod as a reply instead of answering. He didn’t have to reply, not when his eyes said it all. This was just as much a get away from him, as it was for you.
You let your ear fall back against his chest, and his grip around your waist pulled you just a little bit closer to him before he carried on with the smooth sways of your bodies.
You’d never really thought you could enjoy dancing in the moonlight as much as you were. It had always seemed so out of reach-- something you only saw in movies, or on TV. A romantic action that connected people, which always seemed... unrealistic.
So far away.
But you understood it now.
You were sure nothing would ever give you the same fuzzy butterfly feeling igniting in your chest as you looked up at him, catching him staring down at you. As your eyes connect and a soft, fond smile curls onto the Doctor’s lips.
You’d never forget this. Dancing in the moonlight with one of the most important people in your life.
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Hopefully you enjoyed! I wasn’t sure how to go about the dancing, but like I said before the fic, it’s probably heavily influenced by Tangled, so credit to Disney for that!
Thank you for taking the time to read, and as always, feel free to send me another ask if it wasn’t what you were looking for! Have a good morning/afternoon/night, whenever this happens to find you!
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Fly High, Fly Free | Far Cry 5 | Leah Rook
Summary: John extends an invitation that Leah cannot resist, but nature intrudes, presenting a detour that isn’t entirely unwelcome.
a/n: I decided that it might be a lot of fun to give these two the first tastes of a relationship before they end up at odds. Again, my deepest and most sincere thanks to @amistrio and @chyrstis for betaing this for me. Their insight and suggestions have been so helpful, and really helped me gain confidence with this piece and with writing John, especially.
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Fly High, Fly Free
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The sun hung high in the clear sky as the afternoon pressed onward. Adrenaline pumped through Leah’s veins as she watched Helena slip away beneath them and the mountains poke through the trees. There was no place more beautiful, she thought. Shifting from side to side, she stared out of the cockpit of John’s plane. The area, familiar as it may be, took on a whole other nature from this altitude. The glassy surface of a lake reflected the puffy clouds in the blue sky. Pale dirt roads spidered over the hills to destinations unknown as they disappeared into thick stands of dark green evergreen trees.
The offer to fly her home for the weekend seemed a little over the top at first, but the tone of his voice when he suggested the idea made it impossible to turn down. Plus, the opportunity to cut her commute from 3 hours to 30 minutes made the proposal as tempting as the man making it. She had to admit that giving him her number had been the smartest decision she made in the last six months.
John Seed was tall, lean, and handsome with a pair of baby blue eyes she could just drown in. Even better, he proved to be a gentleman and a breathtaking kisser. Leah sat back in the rear seat of the antique plane and shifted; a part of her was sure she could feel the condom she’d stuffed in her pocket before she headed out to her truck. Maybe she was jumping the gun, but she was into him. And he seemed to like her, too.
The awe and elation that came with the flight did nothing to quell her clashing feelings; the enthusiasm and anxiety battled within her over what might happen later. She didn’t know if she read too much into the way things were going between John and her. Sure, she’d been raised in the church, went to Sunday School and services every week with her family, but John’s religiosity far outstripped hers. To top it off, his brother was a pastor from what she’d been able to glean from their talks. Of course, there was also the chance that she’d misread every sign that seemed to hint that he might be ready to go to the next level.
With a shake of her head, she rolled her eyes at her own adolescent thoughts.
“Leah.”
God, I love the way he says my name, she thought.
“Leah!”
With a start, she sat up straighter in her seat. “Yes, John. Sorry. I was … distracted.”
“Can’t say I blame you.” There was a hint of glee in his voice when it filled her ears again through the headset. “It’s beautiful up here.”
Little did he know she wasn’t distracted only by the scenery beneath them. Her attention flicked forward, catching a hint of his face in the small rear-view mirrors near the control panel in front of him. She had no idea what it might actually be called, but that seemed as good a term as any.
Damn those sunglasses, she thought. She would have loved to know if he might be sneaking a peek at her, like she was at him.
“It really is,” she agreed.
“See that stick in front of you?”
“Yeah,” she said, scrunching her eyebrows together.
“Grab it.”
“Why?”
“Just hold it steady.”
She did as he asked, but only because she had an inkling about what he might be planning. “John, I do not know how to fly.”
“It isn’t difficult. Just keep the position fixed.”
“John.”
“It’s fine, Leah. I have faith in you.”
Guess it’s great that one of us does, she thought as she stared down at her hands. Her grasp was so tight on the yoke that her knuckles were turning white. The possibility of moving it the wrong way and sending them into that glassy lake they’d passed scared the shit out of her. “John?”
“Hmm?”
“I don’t know how to fly, John.”
“Flying is the easy part,” he told her in a relaxed tone. “Actually, the trickiest thing is getting into and out of the air. Once you’re up here, though, it’s a total dream. Just keep your heading.”
“John! Don’t you dare let go of that stick!” Leah yelled.
“Let go?” he said. Damn him, she could hear the smirk in his voice. “I haven’t been flying this plane for at least three minutes now.”
“What?”
His hands rose high enough for her to see them from her seat. “See? It’s so easy, you didn’t know you were doing it.”
“You put your hands back on those controls,” she admonished, aiming for stern castigation that came out more like stark panic.
John, unperturbed by her tone, threaded his hands behind his head. “But this is so relaxing.”
“For you, maybe.” She could feel the tension building in her shoulders. A quake trickled down her arms to her hands, which telegraphed into the movement of the aircraft. “Christ,” she hissed under her breath. Leah tried to correct every single little tremor.
“Ease up a little. Not so tight,” John instructed, his voice buttery and soothing. “You don’t drive with a white-knuckle grip. You shouldn’t fly with one either.”
Leah Rook knew stubborn when she saw it or heard it; hell, she could be as bull-headed herself. Despite his reassuring tone, she recognized the fact that he bore no intention of rescuing her from this fresh new hell. No, John would not give this up until she tried to fly the plane, actually tried. Leah sighed and summoned up the will to address the anxious tightness creeping through her upper body.
“If you push away from you, you’ll tip the nose downward. Pull back and our altitude will rise. If you want to bank left or right, do it gently. If you bank hard, you could take us for a real fun spin though.” He said it like the move might be something worth trying.
“I don’t think so,” she said flatly, disagreeing with every fiber of her being.
“I thought you said you were adventurous,” John chided.
Leah laughed tensely. “Adventurous is rock climbing or base jumping. Putting your plane in the hands of someone who has never flown—that’s just foolish.”
“I disagree. You’re doing a great job.”
“Not sure your insurance carrier would agree.” She could feel the shaking of the muscles in the front of her shoulders, but a slow, smooth movement of the yoke kept it from being quite as obvious.
“Well, then they’re fools. I trust you with my plane and more,” he admitted.
Leah’s eyes shot up toward those mirrors. He didn’t look like someone who had said something they didn’t intend. Of course, that observation didn’t make her brain restart in a timely manner. She just blinked, once, twice. “Glad you approve,” she managed to mumble around her own myriad of thoughts.
John chuckled; hands still folded behind his head like he was just enjoying a relaxing Sunday afternoon as the world slipped by beneath them. He was silent for a time, then spoke up again. “Take a look at those dials in front of you.”
Peeking up at him in the mirror again, she noticed he’d slid his sunglasses back into his hair and looked right at her. Her green eyes lowered once more, skating over the panel with the ease of someone held at gunpoint. John proceeded to talk her through a basic understanding of the dials and knobs, then directed her through an easy bank onto a new heading.
Flying got easier after that. It still intimidated her, but Leah felt the tension easing gradually. She piloted the plane for about ten more minutes before John finally sat back up again. “Want to try your hand at a landing?”
Fuck no!
“I’ll pass,” Leah told him a little tightly.
“All right then. Let me take her,” he said in a smooth tone.
“All yours.” She let go of the stick like it suddenly burned her, holding both her hands up in surrender as she sank against the back of the seat finally.
He landed them at a grass covered dirt strip carved out of a thick section of forest. It was bumpy, but she blamed that on the locale, not his skill. Once he’d taxied toward the hangar, they disembarked, and Leah waited to get both her feet back on solid ground before she hauled off and punched him in the shoulder—it wasn’t hard, but it was more than just playful.
“I can’t believe you did that,” Leah lectured, wearing a bit of a pout as she crossed her arms over her chest.
John chuckled and pulled her toward him. “You’re a natural.” His arms folded around her in a gentle embrace
“Don’t try and butter me up with compliments.” Leah narrowed her green eyes in a failing attempt to be upset with him.
He brushed her chestnut hair behind her ear, then let his fingers trail down the length of her neck. “I would never.” The seriousness in his tone didn’t match up with the mischievous look in his blue eyes.
“Uh-huh.”
John pressed a gentle peck to her pouting lips.
For the moment, that appeased her reproving gaze. Of course, John Seed was quick on the uptake; reading people seemed to come naturally to him. He did it again, letting his lips linger on hers with each subsequent chaste peck.
Eventually, Leah leaned into his embrace and slipped an arm around him as she cast a curious glance around them. “Where are we?”
“About halfway between Helena and Fall’s End.”
She raised her eyebrows at him in an effort to get him to be more forthcoming.
“It’s a little duster strip. Doesn’t see a lot of use these days.”
“Mmhmm. And you just happened to stumble across it?”
“Or,” John replied in a sing-song tone, “the owner’s a friend.”
He kissed her on the tip of the nose, and she pressed her hands over the soft blue fabric of his vest. She liked being in his arms, feeling him close.
“So, what are we doing here?” she asked tugging at the top button.
John’s index finger curled under her chin, lifting her lips to his again. “I told you we’d get dinner.” His words were as slow and gentle as his touch. He took her hand in his and led her toward the hangar.
“I don’t see any restaurants,” she said as they strolled across the ground.
“Nope.”
“Then how do you propose to get dinner? Little late in the day for hunting,” she joked. “And I left my rifle at home.”
“There’s a pond not far off.”
Leah’s pace slowed. He can’t be serious.
John grinned at her as they neared the building. In disbelief, she looked away. She could fish, but it wasn’t really something she enjoyed all that much. That’s when she noticed a picnic basket sitting atop a workbench on the back wall.
“John?” Her voice came out somewhere between curious and surprised.
“I’m kidding.” He gave her another crooked, beautiful smirk, squeezed her hand, and led her deeper into the hangar. “For someone who likes adventure, you ask a lot of questions.”
Leah giggled. “Blame the training,” she chided with an easy shrug.
“Here.” John picked up a thick blanket and handed it to her. She had to let go of his hand in order to carry the weighty coverlet.
John went to the refrigerator in the corner and pulled out a dark bag with a long handle that he slung over his shoulder. Leah leaned toward him and raised her eyebrows trying to catch a peek in the fridge and see if there was anything else of note tucked away inside.
“You know they say curiosity killed the cat,” he teased, closing the door again quickly.
“They also say that the future belongs to the curious. The ones who aren’t afraid to try life. Explore it, poke at it, question it, and turn it inside out.”
John’s gaze on her held a gentleness as he leaned against the table. “Can’t say I’ve ever heard that one.”
Leah grinned at him. “Well, I also had a teacher in middle school who told us that curiosity was the wick in the candle of learning.”
He laughed softly. “Take it I’m not the first person to point out that trait.”
She smiled widely, with a healthy trace of pride, and shook her head at him. “Not even close.”
Picking up the basket, John held his empty hand out for her to take. Leah did and laced their fingers together, but she curtailed her questions for the moment in order to just enjoy the quiet, the landscape, and the company.
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‘I’ll Always Be Waiting’ - Shawn Mendes Imagine
Words: 3.4k
Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Reader
Warnings: Swearing
Summary: They were together throughout high school, but she had to break it due to their very separate plans. He couldn’t see her leave, so he asked her to make a promise...to meet again in five years.
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They were the ‘it’ couple. Every one of the small high school knew exactly who this couple was. One of the reasons was the fact that they were together throughout the whole of high school, something that doesn’t happen often. It was all just gossip that surrounds the school, but generally, everyone knew that Shawn and Y/N would never break up. There was a saying with that, “I’ll do that when Shawn and Y/N break up” or “It’s just as impossible as the golden couple breaking up”. But, the two of them never focused their lives based on the subtle whispers that surround the school, they were in love and so they lived their lives in one big love bubble.
Shawn remembers the first time he set his eyes on the beauty of mystery. It was his grade ten year and she just moved from Victoria to Pickering. He remembers hanging with his mates as she walked out of the locker room. The beauty was in his first-period gym class. He did anything that day to grab her attention. It was aggravating, seeing her run, seeing her not pay attention. He tried in dodgeball to hit the walls hard to create a noise. He did everything. But, the shy beauty didn’t bat an eye to him.
It was an hour into class when he did something that till this day, he regrets. Y/N was talking to a friend, who was a boy, and Shawn decided to grab her attention once again, by hitting this boy. He didn’t like how he looked at her, like a piece of meat, when all she wanted was a humble conversation.
But, being his clumsy self, he hit her, “Oh my God, I am so sorry,” he rushed right towards her, as Y/N held her face. Tears hit her delicate eyes as Shawn stood in front of him.
“It’s ok, it is all part of the game,” she mumbled looking at the tall boy in front of her. He smiled, doing something so out of there.
He grabbed her hand gently and took it off her face. “You need to ice that,” he mumbled, “it looks painful,” she laughed, nodding.
“You have a powerful throw,” she told him, smiling so beautifully.
“Of course I do, look at these guns,” she laughed and instantly that laugh was the medicine needed to cure everything.
The two got close, him being in her science class. It started with them being partners in gym and him teaching her the rules to every game to her helping him with biology, chemistry and physics. Which created Y/N to go over to his house. Eventually, the two created a bond by October. By November they were a couple.
He was hilarious, she learnt right away, the humour too powerful for her to understand. But, he used that humour wherever he could, so he could hear that laugh of her’s. Their first date was a disaster. Y/N remembers that day so clearly. He invited her over for dinner. Shawn liked her so much that he was putting more than a hundred percent into it. He created a candlelit dinner and tried to cook Kraft dinner, as that was the only thing he could cook. The key word from that was ‘try’. He burnt it, as they were making out on the counter of the kitchen. Her legs were wrapped around his hips as his arms were on her hips. The makeout session was so hot that he burnt the pasta that sat in the pot, ready to go.
Before that, she laughed about how he was going to make her this absolute gourmet dish...when reality it was quite the opposite. Instead, she jumped off the counter, kissed his cheek and he watched as she made him dinner.
Y/N was so good at everything, she went into his pantry and grabbed a few boxes of pasta and went to the fridge and grabbing some things and made this gorgeous white sauce pasta. He was in awe...no he was in love.
Their night was so innocent, stolen kisses shared as he played her his guitar and makeout sessions out on the patio. His mother knew not to interrupt, so she left them to it.
Karen loves that girl, still does after they decided to split. She remembers meeting the future teacher and the minute she heard Y/N’s voice, she knew her son had to marry her, even though they were both 16. She was perfect. But, she did see something that she wishes she didn’t.
They were seventeen when she walked into them having sex. Karen walked in thinking her son was doing homework, when she really saw him on top of his girlfriend, under covers, completely naked. Shawn got all blushy and told his mum to get out. Y/N was not as embarrassed, but laughed, kissing her boyfriend as he rolled off.
“The moment is ruined,” he muttered. She laughed and got dressed and walked downstairs where she was welcomed to a lot of questions by Karen.
“I know you two are seventeen and responsible but-”
“Mum,” Shawn tried to interrupt, but she kept going on about protection.
“Karen, it's ok,” Y/N stated, sitting in the dining room and smiling, “I have an IUD,” she told her as Shawn was too embarrassed to mutter a word. “It's not our first rodeo, we’ve been doing this since we were sixteen,” she told her, grabbing a glass of water.
Karen still knew after that that she was still the one.
Y/N was the start for everything. She told Shawn to go onto YouTube and to write an album. She believed in him. She was also the muse for everything.
But, when he broke the news that he was going on tour again, but for longer and how many opportunities he has, Y/N had to break it with him. She knew the second album would be a hit and she knew that it was best if they took a break as he has the world in his hands and she has school in the U.K. to look forward too.
So, she asked Shawn right before the album dropped to meet her in the forest by her house. She sat on the rock by the small river trying to figure out the words to say. How do you break up with the love of your life? Y/N just turned eighteen, she was an adult, she had a future. Shawn was much more, he was making millions, had fans, doing what he loves. She was an obstacle, in her eyes.
Shawn thought that they were going to go on a date by the river, kiss a little, dance and be themselves. He brought her a rose like he normally did. But, when he saw his girlfriend sitting and watching the river, he knew something was wrong.
He held her hands as she looked down, playing with his fingers and trying to figure out the words.
“Shawn, you’re about to go away,” he knew where this was going to go, he shook his head violently, not wanting her to say the words she was going to say, “you have the whole world in front of you. You are travelling, you are singing, you are doing so much. I have to go to university and I think it is best—”
“No, no, Y/N. No, we can do this. You are going to the local university and I’ll be home soon. I have been looking at a place for us, baby, we are meant to be together. We are gonna get married, have kids,” he muttered, rambling his words.
“I got accepted to the university in London, Shawn,” she told him. He looked at her with a puzzled look.
“What? What university?” he was so confused.
“I did a scholarship thing just for giggles and I got accepted. I am going to be a writer, you are a musician. We are going two separate paths, Shawnie. We can’t be together anymore, honey. If we are supposed to be together forever, then we’ll see each other again, somewhere on our paths,” she stated, getting up and looking at him.
“Y/N, you can’t do this,” she shook her head, still holding his hand as she tried to let go.
“This is me breaking up with you, Shawn,” he looked at her with a blank look.
What ended up was Shawn muttered a sentence and it was impossible to not agree. “One more time, you and me, one more time. Then, five years from now, on this day, at this time, we are going to meet here and we will either be ready to be together or we learnt we aren't supposed to be together,” she agreed.
What they meant for “one more time” was bluntly sex. They were two horny teenagers after all. So they went to his car and had passionate car sex one more time. Then she was gone, and gone for a long time.
Y/N went on and moved to London where she studied her dream and became a journalist for ‘The Times’. Shawn sold out stadiums after stadiums. But, after that night they never talked again.
Shawn went home in tears, first heartbreak and hopefully last. Karen knew that this wasn’t the end of them, but she had to let her son feel what this felt like, learn from it and move on with someone else for the time being.
He did the tour, he took a break and wrote his third album, which was all about her. He unadded her from every social media, he couldn’t bear looking at her summer adventures or spring break trips. Brian would show some pictures, but he’d be in a bad mood for the rest of night, as Y/N would be with another man in the picture. He was territorial when it came to things that are his and this was one situation.
He lived as though Y/N never existed. He fucked girls one after another and she was nowhere to be seen. One moment she was in London, according to Facebook on Brian’s phone, then she was in Barcelona, then Ibiza, etc.; she was unpredictable.
The minute his third album came out, she knew that it was mostly based on her, just like how the few songs on the last one were about her too. The roses on the album cover were because her favourite flower was a rose. ‘Nervous’ was how he stalked this one café because she used to study there. ‘Fallin’ All In You’ was about their relationship and ‘Particular Taste’. ‘When You’re Ready’ hit her hard, the moment she heard it on the radio in her London flat, that was when it clicked, the whole album, besides a few songs were based on her. And all she can say is, “How dare you?”
Y/N knew she would regret this. She knew it, she knew that this was wrong, but she had to. After how many years that they were apart, she was mad at him for the first time. Her innocent teenage self wasn’t there anymore. She had to go through a heartbreak as well, she had to go through money problems and backstabbing friends. She lived, she dealt and fuck she was placed in therapy after what happened with her ex after Shawn.
When Y/N first went to the U.K., she met a really nice businessman who she fell in love with over a course of a few years. But, he was a manipulator and narcissistic bitch. There wasn’t much good in their year and a half relationship, just emotional abuse and manipulation. It really affected her, mentally, emotionally, she wasn’t herself anymore. She was a healing mess.
But, hearing the album from Shawn and the few songs from his second that he added before the album was released, she couldn’t believe him. He pretends that she doesn’t exist, but then sings about her where the world is left wondering, “Who hurt the Shawn Mendes?”
So, her best friend and she went to his concert where he performed the songs he wrote about her. Y/N stood in her spot watching him prance around the stage with his guitar, a smile upon his still beautiful features, yet heartbroken eyes. He couldn’t see her, she made sure that was on purpose. She was far away, but he was so proud about everything and she felt like her seventeen-year-old self once again, blinded by love and admiration.
But, it was the small things she picked up. The screen showing flowers and outlines of a female who looked very similar to her. The rose was her favourite flower when they first met. Shawn used to bring a rose to her on every date. The rose burned on the screen and she knew right then that this was about her.
Y/N left the concert, almost regretting her decision so long ago. She needed a drink and she needed one bad. Her friend left her, saying she had to go home to her fiancé, so Y/N was left to her own misery in the small dimly lit pub.
A half an hour later a sound went off, signally someone came in. She didn’t turn, she just nursed the whiskey in her hand as she stared at it. But, a figure sat next to her. She knew who it was before she looked. She knew the energy, the smell, the feeling. He sat next to her and he had no idea.
“A beer,” he muttered, looking up at the bartender. This was when she had a burst of confidence.
“Perfectly Wrong, When You’re Ready, Particular Taste, Nervous, Ruin, I can go on,” she muttered. He knew the voice right away. His head darted next to himself to the figure he loved so much.
He stared, as she looked up and lined eyes. “Why? Why did you write about me?” she asked, taking a sip from the liquor.
“You’re here,” he muttered, just staring at her. Y/N changed, she truly changed, he noticed.
“I am. I went to school here, I work here, live here, so I am here. Why are you here?” she asked, he couldn’t figure out the words.
“What happened to you?” she laughed, ordering another one and turning herself.
“Not everyone becomes a global superstar and makes millions and is liked by everyone,” she told him. She was so cold, so off, so broken; she hated the world at the moment and he wondered why.
“Right,” he laughed, as he just looked at her with awe, “You are so gorgeous,” he muttered. She laughed.
“Still your charming self, I see. At least one of us is happy,” she told me. He shook his head, running his hands through his hair.
“No, no, Y/N, I am not happy. I haven’t been happy since we broke up,” she shook her head.
“You have two years until we meet again, become happy, find someone,” she said as she left a few pounds on the counter and grabbed her coat.
“Stop,” he said, grabbing her hand and looked at her, “You said that if we are meant to be, our paths would cross. Our paths are crossing right now, honey, they’re fucking crossing,” she shook her head.
“I just got out of a relationship, Shawn. Give me two years and I will see if I am ready,” she said and he shook his head.
“I am ready, I am so ready, baby,” she shook her head.
“But, I am not. You said in your song that you’ll wait, please, just do that for now,” she told him, “I’ll be ready, just give me time. Good concert by the way,” she told me as she waved and left.
She left so fast as she appeared. Y/N was gone again, he lost her again and he didn’t know if he could wait again.
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Two years felt like forever, at least for him. He wrote many more songs about her and after a while, she realised that she shouldn’t hate that, he’s still waiting for her. She got over demons and issues and moved back home. She moved to Toronto because she was ready. Her apartment was cute, she went back to school and begin getting an education degree, as she loves to write, but she wants to teach children more.
That was what Shawn loved about her, she wanted to teach everyone. She wanted to be a guide and a teacher and a healer. Her broken heart learned to heal itself but still wondered what happened when she got hurt from her ex. But, she knew Shawn was waiting for her and nobody else was. That was the perfect thing about him, he loved her more than life itself and fuck, she loved him more than the moon and Earth.
So, she went to Toronto, she went to the local university, so when that five-year mark came, he can travel, she could learn and they could be happy.
Of course, the universe loves to tease her. The minute she stepped into the familiar city, he was everywhere, whether it was on bulletin board or actual physical self.
She remembers when she saw him across the street one day, she laughed and still waited. Y/N didn’t want to be creepy, she wanted their paths to cross again, to fulfil each other’s promise. They are waiting for each other and the universe works in wonderful ways to make them cross.
They had 3 months left, she has been in the city for a year. It was a cold fall morning, walking into the café and setting everything up. She loved this little place, she loved watching people interact, learn, talk, fall in love. Another thing Shawn loves about her, she was in love with the world itself. Her hands were numb from the Canadian cold and were regaining it’s feeling when she turned the kettle on.
The bell rang, she looked up, seven in the morning. She wondered who would be there.
Shawn shivered from the cold as he entered the local café close to the studio. It was early, too early for him. He prefers the duvet of his bed and warm apartment than the cold fall morning on a Monday.
Y/N came around the corner, a smile upon her face, messy ponytail and cute sweater. This was her, this was the woman he fell in love with all those years ago. The girl in the London pub wasn’t her, this was her.
“Hi,” she muttered, a wider smile came to her face. He just stared in awe.
“You’re here,” he muttered, nerves taking him, “you’re in Toronto. What the fuck are you doing here?” she laughed, loved how confused he was/
“I came back,” she told him from across the counter, he nodded, hands coming out of his pocket and running through his hair; a nervous tick. “Three months,” she muttered.
“What?” he asked, still not believing she was right in front of him.
“Three months till the river. But, I set a rule that if our paths—”
“Crossed than we are really meant to be,” he finished.
“This is our path crossing, Shawnie,” she told him, using the nickname.
“Yeah, it really is,” he smiled, laughing. Y/N came behind the counter towards him.
“I’m ready when you are,” she told him, “you are travelling the world, I am going to the local university studying education, there’s a cute apart-”
She was interrupted by his lips on hers, a passionate kiss shared between them. Y/N smiled into the kiss, grabbing his curls as they rocked back and forth, pulling away and hugging each other and little tears are shared between them.
“Thank you for waiting,” she told him, pulling away.
“Marry me?” he muttered out, she laughed.
“One day, mister, one day,” she told him, grabbing his cheeks and kissing his lips, “I am not going anywhere hun.”
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The Marriage of Heaven and Hell - Chapter 3
V X Fem!Reader fanfiction, set after the events of Devil may Cry 5.
Prologue / Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5
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Chapter 3
How can the bird that is born for joy
Sit in a cage and sing?
August 1st 12:10 pm
Nero and V went through a long corridor, following the sound of gunshots and several screams. They soon got to the source of the noises, as reached the inner courtyard that was filled with fountains, angel sculptures, most of them overgrown with ivy, and a wide variety of flowerbeds. The fountain in the middle was dry and the water in it muddy and green, yet the place didn't make the impression it was vacant for over more than a few years. Something that was of much more interest, was the tower on the other side of the courtyard. The door was locked by a heavy chain, keeping the Misra demons, that were desperately trying to get inside, out. At least for the time being. However, another possibility was that, whatever was inside that tower, was locked up there cause even the windows of it were endowed with metal bars. Regardless, not all demons were scratching at that one door, most of them were busy fighting with a group of humans, the majority of them already fallen. Nero didn’t waste time shooting bullets at a demon that was on top of one of the remaining, living men.
"What a mess. Come on stupid monkeys, why not fight someone in your own league?" Nero exclaimed as he went straight into battle with the demons. V who couldn't summon Griffon, helped the remaining people to get to safety.
"T-thanks, we didn't think that we'd get surrounded by so many of them..." said one of them while trying to catch his breath. Three men survived this surprise attack. One of them on the wedge of death, due to wound in his chest. The other two appeared unharmed yet deeply shaken. They clearly were a group of demon hunters themselves, or rather wannabe demon hunters. Armed to the teeth with guns and close combat weapons like swords and knifes yet they're clearly lacked experience. Otherwise they wouldn't let themselves getting cornered by so many enemies who are weak by themselves but have the strength in numbers.
“You better take that guy and get out of here, otherwise you might join your fallen comrades." declared V calmly as he pointed his cane to the wounded hunter. With an understanding nod they took their comrade and went same route V and Nero previously came through. That path should be clear of all demons for now but that didn’t mean it stayed that way for long.
"If they hurry up, they'll might survive" muttered V while turning back to Nero, who had almost eradicated all demons by himself.
"You know what V, you could help me out a bit more!"
"Apologies, I'm not at my full strength, yet. But since you're already done, let us continue."
"Fine by me, which way?" as soon as Nero's question was spoken, V raised his cane pointing towards the door of the tower.
"Whatever is locked in that strange tower had the demons’ interest. I suggest taking a look ourselves."
"Sure, and you think it's a good idea to disturbed whatever is locked up in a dungeon? If we unleash hell on earth, you'll be the one to clean up the mess this time." Nero replied with annoyance but went up to the door regardless. With a few shots from the Blue Rose aimed at the lock, it cracked open.
"Good thing we came in time, I'm sure the demons were close to break inside!" muttered Nero after ripping the chains away from the door.
"How peculiar. Not only the demons but the church is also searching for something in this place. This was the originally purpose for this mission. Clearing this castle of any demon activity was only a secondary objective. A façade so to speak. I think it would be better if we found, whatever they're looking for, before they do."
They opened the heavy door with a loud creak. Something that indicated that this door was kept closed for a long time.
"After you." offered Nero as he made an inviting gesture with his hand. "You wanted to get in there, so you get eaten by whatever's locked inside first." he joked.
V stepped through the door followed by Nero, searching through each and every room in this tower. All of them prison cells long unoccupied. They were shabby and dark with few furnishings. Like one would expect. However, none was inhabited till they reached the last one at the top. A faint rustling of fabric and the rattling of chains was echoing through the silence of this place. The door to that cell was not even locked, which further indicated it was highly possible that there was never any other prisoner inside the tower, beside whoever was in kept in that room. V slowly pushed the door open. In this small room sat a woman on a simple wooden chair beside a barred window. She was dressed in a white silk dress, that was almost thin enough to see through yet still hid her skin underneath and had heavy chains around her wrists and ankles. The most striking of all features was the iron masked she wore, obscuring her face and clearly her view, leaving her blind.
Once V went inside the cell, you tilted your head in his direction and spoke in a calm but gentle voice; "Who art thou? This is the prison chamber of a maiden. Tarnished, it shall not be, by the feet of men." Your voice took V a bit by surprise. How could a woman be kept here all those years and still live? The castle was at least sealed for half a century. Their theory must have been right, time stopped for everything inside the castle, including this prisoner.
"Okay, didn't really expect to find a woman here…" Nero said in disbelief to V as he followed behind him.
"My apologies for the intrusion, we are demon hunters, out here to kill the evil that infested in this place. And you are?" asked V in a curious but almost friendly tone. The last thing he wanted was scaring you. And the mystery of this mission just became a great deal bigger. Was the church searching for a girl? Did the demon attack the castle because of you? Or was it all just a coincidence?
"Thou'rt forgiven. I am (Y/N), prisoner of Dunscaith castle and to this wretched mask."
"Man, why do I always meet the weirdos?" Nero sighed in annoyance. "So V, what do you think? She gives up some really strange vibes but-" Nero stopped himself before he could finish the sentence, but V understood what he meant. To him you gave of an elusive feeling, soothing not at all threatening, yet clearly something not human. It wasn't impossible that you were a demon, deceiving humans by taking a less threating form, this was basically demon 101. That made it not unlikely that the demons and maybe even the church were after you.
"Whatever she is, I doubt it's a coincidence that she's kept here. And that means we have only two options, either kill her or take her with us."
"Kill her? I'm all for killing demons you could almost say I love it but really, killing a defenseless woman? Nah, there is no fun in that." mumbled Nero clearly uneasy with the thought. Nero was a little punk at times sure, but he had his heart at the right place.
While lowering your head down you spoke again: "So be it, I can no longer resist ye."
"Hey hey, wait we're not killing you!" panicked Nero a bit. While V, who had his eyes fixed on the you, the imprisoned woman. He clearly had his trouble interpreting your behavior. If you really were a demon, why offering your head so willingly to them? It just wouldn't make a lot of sense. Would a demon take its charade that far?
"Let's take her with us. We can't leave her here with all the demons lurking around." with that V took a few steps towards you grabbing your arm slightly, to gently lead you out of the tower.
"May I pose thee a question? By what name shall I address ye both?" you asked with a quiet, muffled voice. It made V almost chuckle. It was a welcome difference to hear someone talk with manners unlike his other acquaintances.
"You can call me V and that boy, that is Nero."
As they arrived at the tower door in the inner courtyard, V released you from his touch. The place where his hand touched you burned slightly; you weren’t used to any touch at all. And even though you could not see your surroundings, it was a relief to be freed from our dusty cell. It was clearly visible through your mannerisms as you relaxed your tense body just a little.
"Thou'st a kind heart. To speak to a captive such as I."
"I don’t really get what she is saying. Anyway, we still need to kill the rest of the demons here. Not gonna lie, could be difficult if we have to babysit her!" Nero declared while scratching his head.
"Who dares to say he is going to kill us? Don't you know who we are, puny mortal?" Suddenly a demon jumped from the roof across the yard down in front of them. It had the shape of a bull with its head split open and two horns on each side. In the middle where the spilt normally should reveal its insides, was a mess of teeth and flesh visible. Its body wasn't more pleasant to look at either as it was rotting away. A sickly sweet the smell underlined this further.
"Jeez, I’ve seen some ugly fucks but you, you're on another level. That's a face not even a mother could love!" taunted Nero the demon bull.
"How dare you! We are Gulganna the great demon and you, give her to us and we’ll might kill you last!"
August 1st 10:00 am
Dante walked alongside the aisle of an imposing chapel cheerful whistling the melody of some famous gospel song. This caught the attention of a praying priest who sat in the front row of benches, his holy book in hand.
"In the name of our lord, I do!" Dante joked as he arrived at the altar, turning in an overdramatic fashion to the priest. The priest, visible unamused by Dante’s eccentrics, gave him an unfriendly glare as he spoke: "And how can I help you son, do you wish to confess or pray?"
"Confess, yes that's a really nice keyword here. How about you're gonna start with that!" said Dante while raising one of his guns fight in front of the priests face.
"Son, you are in a house of god!"
"Yeah, I was never the religious type and a gun makes your kind talk much faster. Believe me, not the first time I tried… so much for a vow of silence, am I right?"
"You wouldn't dare to commit such an act in this holy place!"
Bang!
As soon as the priest finished his sentence Dante fired his Ebony right next to that man’s face, leaving a bullet hole in the wooden bench. "Now how about you answer a few questions, you know who I am?"
"A demon spawn, that is what you are! Born out of debauchery between a witch and a demon. A vile creature!" shouted the priest with strong disdain in this voice. Dante didn't care about these types of insults; he was used to the holier-than-thou attitude of churches and their devoted people. And needless to say, he wasn't much of a fan.
"Yeah sure, anyway let's get straight to the point, shall we? The other clerics I visited so far told me, you’d know more. What is the deal with castle Dunscaith?"
"You would not even begin to comprehend. The rapture is upon us! The angel will come and open the heavens for us and we, the faithful, will ascend to a higher plane. We will shred humanity and embrace the divine!" With each word the priest spoke he became more ecstatic and deranged. Dante could recognize a fanatic when he saw one and this was not the first one, he encountered over the years.
"Oh great, I don't speak lunatic so how about you tell that's going on before I'll have to end you?"
"Killing me won't change much I am merely a humble servant. Everything is already in motion. The angel will arrive soon!"
"Sure... and will this angel bring the tooth fairy and santa with him?" Dante laughed. He was ready to believe a lot but angels? All angel like beings he met were demons in disguise. He was pretty sure there was no such place as heaven.
"You may mock us now, but the enemy of your demonic kind, will bring forth your end!"
Bang!
For a second time Dante fired his gun, missing the priest face only by a few inches, leaving him shocked behind. Whatever they're planning, Dante knew now that this was not something, he could just label as pure nonsense. Fanatics were dangerous and whatever this supposed angel that promised them salvation, was; it was alarming.
August 1st 12:50 pm
"Normally I am all for beef jerky but damn you look already rotten!" Nero mocked the demon bull as he was ready to beat it to minced meat. "Hey V, you're ready again?"
"Yes, this won't take long." V answered while summoning Griffon.
"Yo V, do I look like a vulture to you? Picking apart the rotten ain't my style!" Griffon cawed as the gracefully landed on his masters outstretched arm.
"How dare you making fun of the great Gulganna!" And with that, the bull charged towards Nero and V. You, however, couldn't see what was going on around you and so you thought that it was for the best to simply move away from all the voices. Nevertheless, Gulgannas attacks were easily avoided by the two demon hunters. Griffon just took V by his claws and lifted him out of the charge attack, while Nero used his coattend to wave it around like a matador.
"Olé! Come on cow, here I am!" he teased his opponent. Gulganna looked impressive but was clearly not the smartest and easy to enrage. This meant also he was less good at focusing on more than one person at a time.
Once you heard that V landed not far away, you turned to his direction and asked: "Sir V? While this moment might not be ideal, I only wish to be of some genuine assistance! Please, I beg of thee, remove this mask for I cannot by myself!"
"Yo missy, you think we got time for that now?!" Griffon answered for his partner. The very same moment Gulganna faced their way and spit a yellow-green secretion in your and V's direction, missing both of you only by a few feet. The fluid landed on one of the many angel statures that decorated the inner courtyard, just to melt it away.
"Okay that's just gross!" was Nero shouting from a far as he shot Gulganna in one half of his splitten face.
"We better get that woman out of that mask before she gets hit! Griffon, in the meantime, make that demon bleed!"
"Yes, yes, Griffon do this, Griffon do that. What am I, a carrier pigeon?" the flying demon companion complained as he was sending flashes down onto the bull. V used time, provided by the distraction, to examine your iron masked. "You better not making us regret getting you out of this!"
"Thou art my savior, if mine power be need'st, I shall assist thee! Hereby I promise, I will repay this small kindness!"
"No need just find a place to hide for now." soon after he spoke those words, your mask fell on the floor, revealing a face that was hidden for such a long time. V couldn't help himself but stare. Your eyes were gentle and warm, your lips full and red. V couldn't deny that you were indeed a beauty.
As for you, it was the first time in years for you, to see something else than darkness. After it took a moment to accustom your eyes to the sunlight, you let your sight swiftly go through the place, to grasp the situation. Your gaze came to a stop, as you met eyes with the man who just helped you. He clearly was attractive. Black hair, wonderful green eyes, strange markings on his body. After a few seconds of intensive eye contact the noise of the fight behind, brought both of you back to the current situation. There was no time for that now, after all, there was still a demon spitting his acid saliva in every direction.
"My most humble thanks. Thou shalt not go unrewarded!" slowly you stood up, carefully making your way to a nearby puddle of acid. With precision you dipped your shackles in the liquid, freeing yourself out of the confinement. V decided to keep an eye on your movement, not sure if he could trust you or not. Regardless, the situation wasn’t one where they should refuse any help. He couldn't keep Griffon up for long and while Nero was certainly capable of dealing with that demon on his own, due to the many puddles of acid on the floor, the courtyard became a much more limited space for them to move in.
"You BSE infected cow! How about you stop vomiting all over the floor, that smell starts making me sick!" Nero shouted annoyed as he rammed his Red Queen in the mouthlike crack on its head, just to get showered by an incoming burp. However, Nero was a quick witted one and turned to his devil form in the last second, avoiding becoming meat soup on the ground.
"Fuck, that shit is just gross!" Nero cursed and was laughed at from above by Griffon: "Can't say I smell a difference!"
"Just shut up, bird! And you, you fat cow, now you've done it! Playtime is over!"
Soon after Nero cursed at Gulganna, it began to charge at him again. Yet was unable to corner him as he was much more agile in his demon form. The demon’s life would soon come to an end, as Griffon attacked him with his thunderbolts from the side, Nero punched his front into bloody pieces and a few beams of light came from the sky piecing through the demon bull’s body. The last attack came from you, who was standing behind Gulganna with your right hand outstretched to the sky as if you were commanding the heaven itself.
"For thee, no mercy shall be shown." you told the demon in a gentle voice. A dying Gulganna now lying on the ground cries out to you: "You, you are the one! The master will get you!"
"Is it so? My apologies, oh great demon bull Gulganna but we must part now. Thou shalt not go unpunished!" And as you voiced these last words to him, you reached your hand inside of its chest, ripping out something buried beneath its flesh.
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Update Chapter 6 Across the Street
Tony Stark tiredly trudged down the gravel path near the docks. Night had fallen and he had just finished his repairs for the day. He swung his toolbox up and rested it on his shoulder. His eyes wandered towards Mayday, where the music could be heard even from a distance. The resto-bar was busy as usual. There were people lounging around the resto holding beer bottles. He could see through the window that all tables were occupied, with people laughing and enjoying their meals.
And then someone, in particular, had caught his attention, who was also sitting by the window, alone.
Tony decided to make a slight detour before going home.
He went inside. Summer of 69 by Bryan Adams was blasting out of the speakers. He dodged a couple coming his way. Two guys sitting by the bar counter greeted him when they saw him and invited him to join them. Tony waved his hand in refusal.
“Hey, Tony!”
Maya beamed at him, a mop in one hand.
“Nice of you to come.” She went to him. “Are you going to order the usual? I’m going to get-”
“No, no,” Tony immediately said. “I was just gonna go over there.” He pointed at a table not far away.
Maya followed the direction he was pointing at. She looked back at him and rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” Then she went back to mopping the floor.
Tony walked over to the table where Virginia Potts was sitting. Her head was bobbing to the music. From the way her lips moved, she was probably singing along with the song too, even though he couldn’t hear it clearly because her voice was drowned out by the loud music
“Dear Ol’ Bryan Adams would appreciate it more if you wouldn’t keep your golden voice to yourself.” Tony stopped at her table.
She looked up, startled. “Oh hi, Tony!”
“Are you alone? Or waiting for someone or something?” Tony trailed off, looking around, half-expecting Ryan Paxton to appear out of nowhere.
Virginia smiled. “Something,”
“Huh?” He looked back at her.
“You asked if I was waiting for someone or something. I’m waiting for something. I’m waiting for my takeout to arrive.”
“Oh!” Tony said. He didn’t know if he should be relieved about that. It was, after all, embarrassing to come all the way over there to talk to her, just to find out that she was already with someone. He pointed at the empty seat across her. “Well, do you mind if I join you. . .”
“Sure, no problem.”
Tony took the seat, his toolbox beside him. He leaned forward on the table and rested his elbow on it. “So as I was saying, golden voice. By all means, please don’t stop on my account. Continue your intimate jamming session with Adams.”
Virginia laughed. “You didn’t hear that.”
“I didn’t.” Tony agreed. “But you could always resume so I could hear it.”
“Uh-huh,” She was nodding. “And why would you assume that I want you to hear it?”
Tony shook his head. “Never fear showing your talent, Pepper, never. Always, show ‘em what you’ve got.”
“Really?” She raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, like. . .” He cleared his throat. Then he belched out, high pitched. “Oh yeah, back in summer of sixty-nine, oh yeah!”
Virginia threw her head back as she burst into laughter.
Tony cleared his throat again, rubbing his throat. “Too high. I should have done exercise on my vocals first –but hey! That’s what I was talking about, giving all you’ve got.”
“Have you considered becoming a singer?”
“Well, I didn’t-”
“Good. Please don’t.”
“Yup. I’m just gonna stick with machines.” Tony said. “I don’t wanna offend a Bryan Adam’s fan.”
“Not exactly a fan,” She shrugged. “Not my type of music.”
“Ohh, what type of music are you into then? Dead Kennedys? The Misfits? Bon Jovi?”
“Well, you’re not wrong.”
“Woah!” Tony was genuinely surprised. “I never pegged you for a metal rock fan. You look more like a Schubert, Pavarotti, Flemming type of person.”
She wagged her index finger at his face and playfully narrowed her eyes at him. “Looks can be deceiving… You need to take time to get to know a person.”
He was about to respond when Maya came and put down the paper bag, a little too hard, on the table. Tony frowned at that.
“Here’s your order, Miss Potts. Enjoy your meal.” Maya smiled at her, then left. Her smile didn’t even reach her eyes.
“God, did she put poison in my food?” Virginia muttered. Tony frowned even more upon hearing her. But Virginia just smiled up at him. “Well, here’s my order now. Are you going home too? I’ve got my car.”
“I won’t say no to a free ride.” Tony grinned.
“I need to hear your playlist.” That was the first thing Tony said when they both slid into the car.
Virginia laughed as she buckled up. She turned on her speaker in the car. The first song on her shuffle list was “Sweet Child O’ Mine” by Guns N’ Roses. Tony laughed in delight. His head bobbed up and down with the music. Meanwhile, Virginia backed out of the parking lot and maneuvered into the main road.
“Come on, Pep, sing with me,” Tony said as he sang along with the music. He rolled down the window. His voice was carried by the wind.
“Nah, it’s your spotlight. I don’t wanna steal it.” Virginia smiled.
Tony was belting out the chorus as his fingers strummed over an invisible guitar when they stopped in front of Virginia’s house. He glanced back at Virginia, who was just staring and smiling amusedly at him. He stopped singing and smiled back.
“You are full of surprises, Pepper.” He picked up the handle of the toolbox sitting on his lap. “I didn’t expect my night to involve belting out rock music, but it was fun.”
“To be fair, I didn’t expect my night either to have someone giving all he’s got with his talent.” She air quoted the word talent.
Tony laughed. “Well, I should get going then. Thanks for the ride.”
“And thank you for a highly entertaining night.”
Tony tilted his head in an attempt to bow. “I always aim to please.” He opened the car door and climbed down. Pepper followed suit.
“Good night, Potts!” Tony waved at her and started to walk towards his house.
“Tony!”
He looked back.
Virginia was standing with her elbow on the roof of her car. The car door was still open. “I was just kidding. You, singing, wasn’t that bad.”
Tony snorted a laugh. “Are you sure you don’t wanna show me your talent, we could do duets at Mayday. They host live shows every Friday night.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Your loss!” Tony turned around once more and crossed the street, his toolbox on his shoulder.
Tony looked up at the sky. It was cloudless and the stars were twinkling. Maybe it was cheesy, but Virginia reminded him of the stars. She was bright and shining, different in a way Tony hadn’t experienced for a long time.
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The Bet {CH} 7
“YOU THINK she’s falling for you yet?” Ashton asked Calum as they lounged on their couch, both having no classes that day. Calum swallowed the lump in his throat that was nothing but complete and utter guilt and shrugged his shoulders. He told Ashton and Luke about the date, every single detail, including the kiss and the possibility of a second date. Ashton huffed in annoyance, since he didn’t want Calum to win the bet, but Luke didn’t mind either way.
“Maybe. Seems like it.”
“Why aren’t you excited? You’ll get her in bed and then get an extra two hundred dollars in your wallet, Cal. You should be smiling, not moping around about it.” Ashton scoffed. Ashton was right, but what he didn’t understand about it was that Calum was starting to like you. And that wasn’t part of the plan. “Wait. Do you- do you actually like her?”
“Maybe? I don’t know, Ash. She’s gorgeous and really nice and hilarious and I just-” Calum ran his fingers through his already messy hair in frustration. “I don’t know.”
“You can back out of the bet, you know that, right? Nobody is putting a gun to your head and making you do this, Calum.” Ashton reminded him. Calum knew that, but if he did that, then he would lose. And he hated losing. “I mean, I don’t care if you end up breaking her heart in the end, but I know you’re a sensitive guy, and I know that you will care.”
“I’m not that sensitive, Ash. And I don’t think I’ll break her heart. And even if I do, then, oh well.” Calum was lying, of course he was, the thought of breaking your heart made me feel sick to his stomach. “ And if I back out of the bet then that means I’ll lose and I don’t want to lose. I’m going through with the bet, Ash. I’ll just have to force myself not to like her, you know? That shouldn’t be that hard, should it?”
Ashton laughed. “I don’t know, dude. With the way you’re talking about her it might be.”
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That night Ashton, Luke, and Calum threw a party. It was Ashton’s idea, it always was, but Calum and Luke didn’t protest it. Ashton made Calum text you and invite you, Peyton, and Michael, so he did with no hesitation. You assured him you would be there with your two best friends with you and Calum was, for once, looking forward to the party.
“I love house parties!” Peyton kept repeating herself as she got ready with you at your house. You laughed and rolled your eyes for the hundredth time since she walked into your apartment. You told her about your date, and she about shit herself when you told her that you and Calum kissed. Twice. “This is going to be so fun! We actually get to hang out with your new boyfriend and his hot friends! Do you think one of them will hook up with me?”
“He’s not my boyfriend, Pey. We’ve been on one date. And, yeah, maybe. I don’t see why not. I’m pretty sure Ashton and Luke are both single.” You finished your makeup and let Peyton do hers as you tried to find something to wear. You didn’t want to overdo it and it was only a house party, so a dress and heels weren’t an option. “Is this cute?”
Peyton’s eyes lit up as she gave you a once over and clapped her hands excitedly. “Yes. You look fucking great, Y/N!” Your outfit was just a skirt and a sweater over it with light boots, since it was still cold without the sun out, and it was comfortable, so you settled on that. Peyton went with a pair of black jeans and an off the shoulder top that she stole out of your closet.
Michael arrived at your apartment with Allison shortly after you and Peyton finished getting ready and the four of you pregamed before going to the party. Allison was civil, not very friendly, but civil enough for you and Peyton to talk to her. She didn’t seem as jealous as usual, which was a step in the right direction, but she still hasn’t warmed up to the two of you completely, even after three years, which you and Peyton thought was absolutely ridiculous.
“So, whose party is this?” Allison asked.
“Y/N’s new boyfriend’s.” Peyton smirked.
“He’s not my boyfriend.” You reminded the group. “Just a friend.”
“Friends don’t kiss each other, twice, Y/N.”
“You kissed? I can’t believe you didn’t tell me that right when it happened!” Michael gasped and squealed, like a girl, and you rolled your eyes. Again. You tried to calm your friends down and tell them that it wasn’t a big deal, but they weren’t listening to you, they were already starting to plan your wedding.
The party was in full swing when the four of you arrived. Peyton spotted Calum, Luke, and Ashton in the kitchen, and grabbed your hand to pull you through the crowd of people. It seemed like she was more excited to see Calum than you were, but you knew that wasn’t the case, she just wanted to meet his hot friends.
“Y/N!” Calum’s eyes lit up when he saw you and he immediately wrapped his arms around your body. The people around you stared and you blushed like you always did, but happily hugged him back. His body was warm and you could have stayed hugging him all night, but unfortunately, he pulled away to formally introduce you to his friends. “This is Ashton and Luke. Luke and Ash, this is Y/N. You guys kind of know each other right?”
“Kind of, yeah.” Ashton pursed his lips and shook your hand. “Nice to finally, officially meet you, Calum talks about you all the time.” He winked and nudged Calum with his elbow and you offered him a smile. Ashton was lying. Calum didn’t really talk about you that much, only to talk about the bet, and tell Ashton and Luke that it seemed you were falling for him.
“Want a drink?” Calum brought his eyes back to you after glaring at Ashton and you nodded your head. You noticed Michael and Allison talking and laughing with Ashton and, of course, Peyton and Luke also talking and laughing. Calum handed you a beer and smiled down at you, giving you a quick, unexpected, peck on your lips. “You look amazing.”
The night went on with laughter and singing and dancing and you had to admit that you were enjoying yourself more than you thought you would. You were never a big fan of house parties, preferring to just go to bars, and the only reason you went is because Calum invited you, and you wanted to see him. Michael and Peyton got along with him and Luke and Ashton well, which was a plus, and you didn’t have to worry about entertaining them the whole night.
“I’m gonna go outside and smoke,” Calum whispered in your ears and the goosebumps that rose on your skin didn’t go unnoticed. Calum already had his pack and his lighter in his hand. “Come with me?”
“It’s cold out.” You frowned and looked down at your exposed legs.
‘I’ll keep you warm. C’mon.” Calum slung an arm over your shoulders and pulled you outside with him, where the patio was surprisingly completely empty, which you were thankful for. Calum shrugged his leather jacket off, resting his cigarette between his lips, and handed it to you. You thanked him with a smile and slipped the large jacket on. It ended just at the end of your skirt, since Calum was much taller than you, and he smiled at how cute you looked. “Better?”
“Much.” You grinned and he pulled your body back into his. Your head rested just on his chest and his arm on your waist. You shut your eyes and enjoyed the quiet, the music blaring inside had given you a headache, so the outdoors was nice.
“I’m glad you came tonight.”
“Me too.” You grinned up at him and he couldn’t help but leaned down just slightly and kiss your lips. He loved the way your lips felt against his and how soft they were and loved the taste of the mint chapstick you had on. He would have stood there all night just kissing you, but sadly, he couldn’t.
“Cal!” Luke stumbled out of the sliding doors, sploshing his drink in the process, and waved the two of you inside. “Peyton and I want to play beer pong. You two in?”
Calum sighed and looked down at you and you shrugged. “Sure.” He took your hand in his and pulled you inside with him and Luke. Peyton was already standing at the beer pong table, with a drunk smile on her face, waiting for you and Calum to join her and Luke.
“Oh no! Not Y/N! She’s so good at beer pong it’s not even fair.” Peyton pouted.
You rolled your eyes at your dramatic best friend and threw the first ball, sinking it in a cup, and Calum threw the second, missing completely. The game went on like that; you being better than Calum and him pouting about it like a child would. “I’m carrying our team on my back, Cal.” You teased him and bumped your hip against his. “Step your game up!”
“I’m tryin’! I’m tryin’!” Calum threw his hands up in surrender. Everybody, besides Luke and Peyton, cheered as you made the ball in the last cup the two of you had. Luke and Peyton groaned as Calum high-fived you. He had to admit, seeing you kick ass at beer pong kind of turned him on, but then again, a lot of stuff you did turned him on. “So you’re freakishly good at mini golf and at beer pong. What else are you freakishly good at?” Calum asked as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your body into his.
“I guess you’ll just have to wait to find out.” You shrugged innocently. You shimmied out of his hold on you and grabbed Peyton’s arm, dragging her to the kitchen, leaving Calum wanting to know what else you were freakishly good at. He had a sinking feeling that the something else you would be freakishly good at would involve you naked in bed with him and he couldn’t wait to find out.
He watched you and Peyton pose for a picture that Michael insisted he take, since it was ‘such a cute picture’, and he had the most genuine smile on his face. Luke noticed his smitten friend and approached him. Luke was also staring at Peyton, but not because he was falling for her, because he wanted to have sex with her, which was obvious to Calum.
“Don’t tell me you’re fallin’ for her, Cal.”
Calum teared his eyes away from you and looked at Luke. He simply shrugged; not confirming it but also not denying it and Luke groaned. He knew Calum well and he knew the difference between Calum being seriously interested in somebody and when he only was interested in them for sex. And Calum was definitely not just interested in you for sex. Not anymore. Calum forgot about the bet for the night, thinking what’s so bad about falling for you? Sure he would have sex with you and win the bet, but you didn’t have to know about the bet.
“You are, aren’t you?” Luke raised his eyebrows in surprise. He thought this would just be Calum wooing you and then sleeping with you, but Luke knew that now, it was so much more than that. “Peyton told me that Y/N likes you, Cal, so if you’re still just doing this for the bet, you might hurt her.”
Calum swallowed the beer that was in his mouth and cringed at the bad taste in his mouth. Not a bad taste because of the beer, but at the thought of him hurting you just to win two hundred dollars and the satisfaction of beating Ashton at a bet for once. He tried not to think about it as he admired you from afar and he smiled when you looked up and made direct eye contact with him, smiling the widest smile he’d ever seen, showing off your teeth. It was in that moment that Calum knew that he was screwed. One way or another, he was going to hurt you, there was no getting around it.
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Simply Meant to Be
Whoo! Day 1 complete! I’m glad I wrote this ahead of time ahahaha
This was written for the sander’s sides Halloween challenge by @sanderssidesspook
Day 1: Costume Party
Fandom: Sander’s Sides
Pairing: Moxiety
Summary: Virgil really, really likes Halloween, and Patton really, really likes Virgil.
Words: 4,985 (sorryyyyy)
Tags/Warnings: non-binary Virgil, Halloween parties, Virgil’s costume is @fangirltothefullest‘s Moxei, The boys are nerds, Remy is genderfluid if that wasn’t obvious, the costume is a pun
As always, will be posted on my AO3 and my blog’s fanfic page! Enjoy!
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No one in their friend group loved Halloween as much as Virgil. That wasn’t an opinion either – that was proven fact. Virgil would always go all-out on their decorations, pulling out all the stops, never leaving a single tombstone unturned. They’d set up a smoke machine for the front porch, blinking glowing eyes for the bushes, and put up window-length pictures of a run down, spooky house in their windows to make it seem like you were seeing the inside of their house. The house was covered in cobwebs, carefully placed in such a way that it created a tunnel of web guiding innocent trick-or-treaters directly to their front door. They’d bring out this electronic Scream decoration that hung from a tree and was motion activated. It would let out a creepy moan, and invisible strings would move the arms up and down. One year, they dressed up as a mummy and sat in a chair on the porch, holding a candy bowl that said, “only take one, please”. They were full-sized candy bars, so it wasn’t a ridiculous request. If a kid took more than one, they’d give the kid a good jump-scare and laugh as the arrogant thirteen-year-old ran crying to his mom. They weren’t malicious though, and they didn’t hate children.
They just really liked Halloween.
Perhaps their favorite part, they had to say, was their Halloween parties. Everyone loved them, and no matter who they invited and what they expected, they always ended up with more people than they planned for. Last year, so many people had shown up that they were flooding into Virgil’s front and back yards. They couldn’t count how many times someone set off Scream and drunkenly tried to fight it. Thankfully, it was mostly cloth, so they didn’t damage it. The only plastic parts were the hands and face.
This year, they were doubling their supply of party snacks. They bought enough Halloween candy to feed a small army, and when the cashier had to ring up half of the store’s apple supply, Virgil had to look away with a red face. They’d rolled their cart of candy, apples, chips, dips, punch mix and – yes – more decorations to their car, refusing to make eye contact with anyone they passed. Once they’d finally loaded everything up and backed out of the parking lot, they drove nearly ten miles under the speed limit, practically vibrating with excited energy. Halloween was in three days.
God, it was going to be amazing.
Their house had been decorated inside and out for eight weeks now. They had decorated the front yard as soon as they’d seen Halloween merch being sold in stores, figuring that if they could see it in stores, it was acceptable to decorate their house (not that they cared about what was socially acceptable). Patton had helped them, the two of them making a day of it and having fun using all of Virgil’s decorations and scaring each other. Virgil had to say Patton’s impression of Scream was spot on.
The night before Halloween, Logan and Roman come over from across town and Patton makes everyone dinner, since Virgil couldn’t cook to save their life, and they all settle in for a Halloween movie marathon. Patton and Virgil sit on the couch together, and no one makes fun of them for cuddling, and Patton pretends to be scared because he knows that Virgil doesn’t want the others to know how anxious horror movies make them. Patton doesn’t mind; he’ll gladly pretend to be scared if it makes Virgil happy.
Once they cycle through the acceptable horror films, they watch more family-friendly Halloween movies (per Patton’s request) like Halloweentown and Nightmare Before Christmas. Virgil appreciated the change, and they sang the songs along with their friends. Patton sang Sally’s parts, and Virgil sang Jack’s, the two of them flawlessly singing the couple’s duet later in the movie and sharing smiles which turns to laughter when Patton gives Virgil an eskimo kiss. Roman waggles his eyebrows and Virgil turns red, flipping him off.
They were midway through Scary Godmother when Patton nudged Virgil’s shoulder and they realized Roman was asleep against Logan, who didn’t look too far behind. Virgil smiled to themselves as they got up and grabbed a blanket for the pair, draping it across their shoulders. Logan shoots Virgil a tired thankful smile and closes his eyes. Virgil looks back at Patton, who’s blinking sleepily at the movie, and smiles. “Come on firefly, time for bed.” Patton whines but gets up, taking their hand and letting them drag him back to their room.
Virgil grabbed a Guns ‘N Roses tank top, an old shirt of Patton’s that he’d left the last time he spent the night, and two pairs of sweat pants, handing Patton his shirt and one of the pairs of sweats. Patton smiles and takes the clothes, stripping down to his boxers and changing into the offered clothing. Virgil blushes and turns away, changing their own clothes quickly and joining Patton in bed. Patton pouts at Virgil, “Let’s cuddle. Please?” Virgil laughs softly. “Fine. Cuddlebug.” Virgil turns around and Patton wraps his arms around Virgil’s middle, pulling them close until their back was pressed against his chest. He smiles against the back of Virgil’s neck, whispering, “Tomorrow’s going to be great, I just know it.”
Virgil hummed in agreement and closed their eyes, not realizing how tired they were as they almost instantly fell asleep.
Virgil woke up late Halloween morning, awareness trickling in like a small creek as they squinted against the light filtering in from the window. They cursed under their breath – Patton always opened the curtains when he stayed the night, and Virgil always woke up with sunlight in their face. Virgil rolled over with a soft groan, holding themselves up by their elbows. “Pat, wha-….” Their voice trailed off as they looked around. Patton wasn’t there, and his spot was cold. Virgil huffed slightly and rolled onto their stomach to look at the clock and swore loudly as they fumbled to untangle themselves from the blankets. They were so late!
Well, you can’t really be late to anything when you had nothing scheduled, but they were supposed to be getting the party ready! They had so much stuff to set up, and they’d slept through the morning – it was almost noon! They fall flat on their face, their foot caught up in the blanket sending them to the floor. They huff and shake the blanket off, getting onto their hands and knees before standing up, starting slightly when Roman stood in the doorway with a smug look, arms crossed over his chest. “Well that was hot.” Virgil could feel their face heating up as Roman laughed. “Shut up. Why didn’t anyone wake me up?”
“Pat told us if we woke you up early he’d hide the Crofter’s.” Virgil snorts and rolls their eyes. Of course. Another glance at their digital alarm clock has any semblance of humor leaving their face, though. “Get out of my way, I need to prepare for the party.” They try to move around Roman, who’s wide frame easily blocks most of the doorway, but Roman won’t let them by. “Roman, seriously.” Their breathing picks up a little. What if people start coming while they’re decorating? What if they aren’t finished and they have to stop, and people hate it? What if it doesn’t meet anyone’s standards because they didn’t give themselves the time to properly decorate? What if people hate it so much they stop coming? Then Virgil will be alone on Halloween and-
“Whoa, Virge. Hey, look at me. There you go.” Roman smiles when Virgil looks up, not realizing that they were staring at their hands, picking nervously at their cuticles. “This is why I’m not letting you out yet; you need to calm down first. I will not stand by while you run yourself ragged trying to make the ‘perfect party’. It’s always amazing and you know it. Take a deep breath.” Virgil nods, squeezing their hands and focusing on the slight sting of their nails digging into their palms. They took a couple deep breaths, counting out the steps in their head until their mind was clearer.
“Okay, Prince, let me out.” Roman studies their expression before he steps out of the way with a sweeping bow. “Of course, Shay.” They walk past Roman, rubbing the last dregs of sleep out of their makeup-free eyes. Just one more thing to add to the list of 1,000 Things To Do Before 4 PM. Costume.
Virgil wanders into the kitchen to find Patton finishing up on lunch. Patton turns around and smiles brightly at the sight of his friend- making Virgil’s heart skip a beat – and clapping his hands together. “There you are sleepy head! You hungry? Lunch is almost ready.” Virgil pouted slightly and slunk into a chair. “I wouldn’t have slept so late if someone hadn’t threatened the Crofter’s.” Patton doesn’t even look apologetic as he turns back to the stir fry. “V, we both know you seriously needed the extra rest. Just how much have you been sleeping the last few weeks?” He leveled Virgil with a look over his shoulder, and Virgil pales slightly.
“…About 9 hours a week.”
“Exactly. Don’t you feel better now?” Patton starts to serve up the food onto four plates. Virgil hated to admit it, but Patton was right. They felt a lot better after sleeping ten solid hours. They hadn’t even realized how exhausted they felt until they didn’t. But then again, that always seemed to be how it was; their work kept them up at the strangest hours, and they were plenty used to getting little-to-no sleep.
Being a writer was hard, and nobody understood.
Patton sets a plate in front of Virgil, startling them out of their thoughts. He smiles a little apologetically before poking his head out of the kitchen to call the other two into the kitchen. He sits down across from Virgil with a grin and starts eating as Logan and Roman wander in. Roman sits next to Patton, starting to eat with mumbled praises of Patton’s cooking. Logan sits beside Virgil, giving them a small smile that they return, and they quickly hide their face when Patton looks over, starting to eat.
Virgil wolfs down their food, thanking Patton and tossing their plate precariously into the sink before going about party preparations. They still have a few decorations to put up (read: half of them), they had to make sure their backyard wasn’t a complete disaster, and they had to prepare all the food they’d gotten a few days ago. They practically run to their garage, throwing the door open and getting the last two Halloween boxes down, carrying them into the living room and starting to pull out decorations, starting with the living room, moving through the entryway and then the kitchen. They paused once those rooms were done. Should they decorate the hallway? People would be using their bathroom, so… Yeah, they should definitely decorate the hall and bathroom. They check the boxes to make sure they had enough, smiling to themselves. It was a good idea to buy more decorations when they’d gone to the store.
By the time they’re starting on the hallway, their three friends have finished eating and silently start helping as well. Patton starts getting the snacks together, pulling out bowls and arranging food and opening bag after bag, dumping them into the Halloween themed bowls. Roman goes about getting the activities together, grabbing the large barrel-like bucket out of the garage and filling it with water, cleaning the apples Virgil had bought and putting them in the bucket before moving onto the next thing. Logan went into the backyard, making sure the decorations had maintained their integrity and doing some light yardwork to keep the yard neat.
Virgil finished decorating the bathroom, smirking to themselves at the sinister spirit girl they’d affixed to the mirror. That thing was so creepy if you saw it with the lights off. They did one last glance-over of the bathroom and hallway before heading to their room and getting their costume together, slipping into the bathroom attached to their room to apply their makeup. Hopefully (more than likely) the others had thought to bring their own costumes.
It was a well-known fact that Virgil refused entry to anyone not in a costume, and this applied to their friends too.
What? They wanted authenticity, plus it made the party more fun. If their house was full of adults in casual day clothes it’d feel too much like a faculty Christmas party. They ended up accidentally slipping their arm in the hood of their costume and stared at it in confusion for a moment before realizing their mistake, taking the hoodie off and trying again. They adjusted it to make sure it wasn’t too bunched up and sat on the bathroom counter, grabbing their makeup. The great thing about their usual makeup routine and this costume was that they were pretty similar in style, so they didn’t have to use those cheap oily Halloween makeups.
They carefully apply the makeup, having been practicing for days to get it right so that they wouldn’t have to be stressing about it now, and look at themselves in the mirror. Sufficiently creepy. Very nice. They adjust their costume one last time, pulling the hood over their head and tying two of the sleeves behind their back before leaving their room. They mess with their sleeves, wondering if they should have made them shorter – seriously, why did they think making sleeves almost twice as long as their arms was a good idea? – and walk into the living room, where the other three are. Roman is dressed as The Beast (after he turns back into a human, of course), Patton as Belle, and Logan is dressed as Cogsworth, minute and hour hands drawn on his face. Virgil snorts, sitting on the back of the armchair away from all of them.
Patton looks away from the TV when Virgil sits down, gasping and jumping in alarm. That… is exactly why Virgil was sitting on the armchair instead of the couch. They turn their head away, their hoodie obscuring their face. Maybe this costume wasn’t such a good idea after a-
“I LOVE IT!!!” Patton jumps up and launches himself at Virgil, hugging them around their waist and pausing. “Wait… do you HAVE EXTRA ARMS???” Virgil startles slightly at the hug, blushing and nodding. “They’re fake, obviously, but yeah.” Patton squeals and hugs them again. “I love it kiddo, that’s so amazing!”
“…Thanks Pat.” Their face was burning. How red were they right now? Could anyone see under the makeup?
Roman and Logan get up, coming over to the armchair. Roman walks around it to see as much of the costume as possible, starting slightly and laughing in amazement at the hood. “This thing is positively creepy, it’s perfect.” He pokes a fang and draws his hand back when it actually hurts. He won’t be doing that again. “How long did it take to make this?” Virgil shrugs. “A couple months. I didn’t have much free time between writing and preparing for Halloween.” Logan ran his fingers along the yellow stitching; an odd choice, but it fit so well that he couldn’t really raise any complaints.
“Your work is exquisite, as always.” Virgil tries to hide their smile. Patton flips his hair over his shoulder – because he couldn’t be Belle without the wig, Logan, he just couldn’t! – and lets go of Virgil. “So! When is everyone going to get here?” Virgil looks at the wall clock over the couch. “Well…. I told them 4, so we should have-“ A knock at the door sounds. Virgil sighs. “absolutely no time to ourselves.”
They go to answer the door, Remy forcing his way inside almost as soon as the door’s open enough to slip in. “Guuuurl! Love what you did with the place, and that eyeshadow? So gothic chic.”
Virgil rolls their eyes. “Like you have room to talk-“ They check Remy’s necklace; the ‘he’ pendant is dangling from the thin chain. “Mr. Friday Night Makeover. What’s up with the costume?” They gesture up and down Remy’s lanky frame. The left half of Remy is a witch; green skin, black dress, long gnarly nails and wild black hair under (half of) a witch’s hat. The right half of Remy is a wizard; white beard, blue robe decorated with silver stars, and (half of) a pointy wizard hat. Remy tsks and flaps a hand dismissively. “It’s like, the Halloween version of that half-man-half-woman costume. Keep up, Virge.”
Huh. That was actually…. Kind of clever. Virgil rolls their eyes. “Yeah, yeah. You gonna stand in my doorway all day or do you wanna watch a movie with us while we wait?” Remy walks further into the house, raising an eyebrow at the other three on the couch. “Wait? Babe, this is Halloween! You’re throwing a party! There’s no such thing as waiting.” A Starbucks cup appears in his hand almost as if out of nowhere.
It’s another twenty minutes of watching movies and gossiping (because you can’t be friends with Remy without being pulled into his gossip) before anyone else arrives. It starts with the occasional ringing of the doorbell, Virgil getting up to let people in, everyone kind of congregating in the living room to watch movies. Then the ringing was near constant, until the house was crowded, the TV was turned off, and Virgil just had their door propped open so they didn’t have to keep answering it. Virgil had their Halloween soundtrack playing from the speakers, and they wandered through the crowd, keeping their gaze a little low.
They loved these parties – obviously, since they hosted them – but they’d never been good with crowds. They chat with a few friends, a stranger or two, but they mostly keep to themselves. They lost the other four about an hour ago, unable to find them in all the strange costumes and disguised faces. You’d think a poofy yellow dress would be easy to spot, but you’ve never seen a house full of superheroes, gorgons, genderbends and princesses. It was a lot.
Scream went off for the 46th time that night, Mufasa stumbling back with a cry and slapping the ghost.
Virgil scoffs and wanders into the kitchen. It was usually empty, since all the food and games were in the other rooms. They look out the window at all the cars parked along the street, and the groups of people in their front yard. They sat on the counter, watching people pass and looking for their friends.
Patton hadn’t even realized he was separated from the others until he’d turned to point something out to Virgil, only to realize the other wasn’t there. He shrugged to himself, figuring that the others were all adults and could take care of themselves. Besides, this was Virgil’s house! It was fine. He wandered through the front and back yards, through the house, and back again, talking to people and complimenting costumes, figuring he’d find his friends when he was meant to. He smiled as Thriller came up on Virgil’s playlist and the crowd cheered. They had such good taste in music.
He walked through the back of the house just to cover his bases, finding Virgil’s room empty and a very wet Roman being assisted by a very exasperated Logan in the bathroom. Apparently, he’d fallen into the apple bobbing bucket. That was just hilarious, and sad. In fact, he could say it was…
“Don’t you dare.”
“Oh my god.”
“-applesolutely terrible!”
Twin groans followed him as he shut the door with a laugh. He heads into the living room just as Thriller is ending, and he spots Virgil sitting in the kitchen. He bounds into the room, hugging Virgil tightly and missing the blush on their cheeks. “Virgil! I’ve been looking all over for you, kiddo! Are you okay?” Virgil clears their throat and nods. “I’m fine, Pat. I was just trying to find you guys, figured it might be easier if I didn’t move.” Patton nods and takes Virgil’s hand, in no way missing how the other’s cheeks color. “Well, here I am! Come on, let’s go party!” Virgil rolls their eyes and hops off the counter, letting Patton drag them back into the fray.
Patton sticks by their side, not letting go of their hand as they wander around the room, chatting occasionally. Virgil feels completely relaxed, grounding themselves with the feeling of Patton’s hand in theirs. The blush never quite leaves their face, their cheeks a little pink, and they hope people just assume they’re drunk. Monster Mash starts up, and Patton gasps loudly, spinning to face Virgil. Oh no.
“Dance with me!”
Shit. “I don’t know, I’m not much of a dancer, Pat.” Patton pouts. “….Fine.” Virgil concedes, and Patton cheers, dragging them to a clearer part of the room. Virgil never could resist those puppy dog eyes, even when they were surrounded by fake brown ringlets.
Patton was not by any means a good dancer, but Virgil loved watching him. His face was so carefree, enjoying the moment with his best friend and not caring what other people thought of him. The mood was infectious, and soon Virgil found themselves giving in and starting to dance too. They didn’t think they were any better than Patton, but dammit they weren’t going to let that keep them from having fun. The crowd had backed away slightly as the two danced, giving them more room, and when the song was over, Virgil burst into laughter. That was the stupidest thing they’ve ever done. Well….. yeah, no, dumbest thing ever. They looked at Patton, who’s lips were parted slightly and a slight pink on his cheeks. He smiled, a look in his eyes Virgil couldn’t place. Black Magic Woman started, making Virgil turn absolutely red, and Patton got a mischievous look in his eye. He held out a hand to Virgil. “Wanna dance?”
Virgil wanted to quip back that they already had, Patton didn’t need to ask, but the words died in their throat and they nodded. Patton’s smile grew as they took Virgil’s hand and spun them so their back was facing him. When Patton stood behind them to the left and took their hands, their eyes widened. He wanted to..? But they’d taken that class two years ago! As a joke! Virgil was going to totally embarrass themselves! They didn’t have time to object; as soon as they were in position, Patton started moving, and Virgil went with him on instinct. They thought belatedly that if Patton was in a dress, then they should be leading, but it’s not like it really mattered. Besides, Patton always lead.
Their movements were smooth, coordinated, perfectly choreographed as they moved in sync, swaying their hips as they danced together. A smile danced on Virgil’s lips as they moved with Patton, swallowing their laughter in favor of not messing up. By the look on his face, Patton wasn’t feeling too different. They felt so much happiness and energy, their chest swelled with it and almost made it hard to breathe. When Patton put his hands on Virgil’s waist and they moved together, barely a breath between them, Virgil couldn’t keep the blush off their face. Patton spun Virgil back around to face him as they danced to the final part of the song, movements growing quicker as the tempo picked up. They were both panting slightly, not breaking eye contact, trusting the other to move as fluidly as them and stay in sync. On the final note of the song, Patton’s arms wrapped around Virgil and dipped them, making their hoodie fall back.
It was silent for a moment before the surrounding crowd broke out into loud cheers, Virgil and Patton finally letting their laughter loose as they gazed into each other’s eyes. Their cheeks were pink, though from the dancing or something else, no one could really say. They caught their breath, Patton still holding Virgil. When he realized this, his cheeks darkened and he straightened up, letting go of Virgil. They tried not to be too disappointed, feeling the loss of Patton’s arms as if they were being exposed to the cold for the first time. People closed in, asking Virgil and Patton where they’d learned to dance like that, how long they’ve been together, if they competed in shows. The second question made Virgil blush even worse, and both they and Patton rushed to tell their audience that no, they weren’t together, they were just really close friends.
They’d taken a salsa class together as a joke (and a dare from Roman, who already knew both salsa and tango, the show off) a couple years ago, and haven’t danced together since. It’s not that they hated it, or didn’t like dancing with each other, it was just… complicated. Salsa was a pretty intimate dance style, and as Virgil’s feelings for Patton grew, they found it hard to dance with him without letting their feelings carry them away. And now they were feeling all of that again, watching Patton’s face as he talked to old college friends, gesturing animatedly as he talked about their first few lessons when Virgil kept stepping on his foot. His eyes were alight with memories and Virgil couldn’t help by stare at how his lips wrapped around the words he spoke.
They started slightly when they realized they were staring, quickly excusing themselves from the conversation and absconding to their room. They pulled their hood back up as they walked, only to tear it off their head again once their door was shut behind them. Their sleeve-covered hands came up to cover their face, careful not to rub any makeup off as they took deep breaths. Come on Virgil, you need to relax. Now is not the time to swoon over your best friend of seventeen years. You’re throwing a Halloween party, go out, be a good host, and have fun. Just bury these feelings deep down until everyone goes home and then you can eat a pint of Ben & Jerry’s, okay?
Virgil nods to themselves, heading back out into the party (after making sure their makeup wasn’t messed up, of course) and mingling in the crowd. They got dozens of compliments on their costume, and even more when they informed people that it was hand-made. They hadn’t seen any of their friends since they came out of their room, and they figured Patton probably went off looking for Roman and Logan when Virgil disappeared. They made their way outside, declining the offer to bob for apples; if they did, their makeup would most certainly be ruined. Not to mention the water; it’d be murky with black eyeshadow. Eugh.
They headed back inside, gravitating over to the dining room table to see the carved pumpkins on display. It’d been Patton’s idea to have a pumpkin carving contest, and Virgil didn’t see a problem with it (aside from the cost of the pumpkins. Jesus Christ) and had it set up in the dining room. It looked like everyone was pretty much done, but there were still a couple pumpkins left, so Virgil sat down and grabbed their tools, getting to work.
Patton found them there half an hour later, still working on their pumpkin. They were carving something more three-dimensional, so they weren’t just carving out chunks and calling it a night. They were carving (more like witling, honestly) the famous Nightmare Before Christmas scene, with Sally and Jack on that hill. They were fortunate enough that the pumpkin they chose was thick-skinned, so they had plenty to work with. They were about three-quarters done with it, focusing more on the scenery after having finished the two characters. Patton smiles, standing back for a few minutes to watch before moving forward to sit by Virgil, smiling at them. “That looks really gourd! Maybe you should’ve been a pumpkin carver instead of a writer.” He joked, and Virgil blew their hair out of their face.
“Not enough money in pumpkin carving, I checked.”
Patton laughs, hugging Virgil around their shoulders. God, he loved them so much. They were so amazing. Virgil blushed slightly at the close contact and focused on the pumpkin, Patton watching silently. Once Virgil was finally done, they sat back with a soft sigh.
“Well, you should enter that, you’d definitely win!” Virgil smirks and rolls their eyes. “I’m the judge, Pat.” Patton blinks.
“Oh, right…. Do you wanna see mine?”
Virgil raises an eyebrow and nods, and Patton gets up to grab his pumpkin, hidden behind all the rest. His heart is pounding as he places it next to Virgil’s pumpkin, smiling as he sits back down. This was a huge risk, honestly, and he was just hoping that Virgil wouldn’t be mad he wasted a pumpkin. Virgil just stares at it silently for a moment, and Patton starts to worry that they really will get mad. He chews on his bottom lip, watching intently. Slowly, Virgil’s face turns red, and they glance down at their lap and nod. Patton squeals and hugs Virgil tightly, knocking the both of them to the ground. Virgil opens their mouth to protest, but Patton cuts them off by kissing them (he’s going to have black lips now, great). Patton was right, today was great.
On the table, in front of all the other pumpkins, sits a mostly-finished carving of Jack and Sally on a hill. Next to it, a crudely carved out Jack-O-Lantern with a storm cloud and a heart with glasses, separated by five jagged words.
Will you be my boyfriend?
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Overwatch Fanfiction Widowmaker x Sombra 18+
You Must Learn Your Place
Written by: Hungrycollegekidd (MariaBadger)
The patter of rain could be heard over the Paris rooftops paired with the ever so gentle sound of heels clicking across the cobble stones below. A lonely traveler made her way towards an ordinary bricked building. Light raindrops ordained her black petticoat escaping the umbrellas protective covering. As she approached the large red door, she pulled off one laced glove to reveal a pale, almost purple colored hand with long, polished nails. Taking little time to unlock the door, she closed the umbrella and hung up her coat to dry. A gentle hum emanated from a couple doors down. As she passed, she peered in and saw her colleague's face pressed down on the keyboard. A half drank bottle of tequila sat next to her hand which still clutched the computer mouse. Thinking nothing of it, Widow continued to walk through the small home, and entered her own room. There, on her bed, she found a tan manila envelope with a single white rose that was purposefully placed on top. She sat down on the bed and inspected the contents of the envelope. A picture, a location and a time. Her next target. Widow dropped the contents onto the floor and turned her interest towards the rose, shining brightly under the neon lights of the street signs illuminating through the window. Her pale fingers gripped this delicate flower. Closing her eyes, she breathed in its sweet sent. Nostalgia of better times.
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Widow was awoken by yelling outside her door. So, she got up, slipped on her slippers, silk robe and opened the door only to hear Sombra and Reaper arguing.
"Where the hell did you put it!" Sombra yelled in a hungover induced stupor.
"What are you talking about!" The grizzled voice of Reaper spat back.
"My translocator!"
"WHY THE HELL WOULD I HAVE THAT THING!"
Widow clears her throat. They immediately stop and turn their heads as Widow enters the kitchen. Giving them no mind, she fills the coffee machine and lets it begin to brew. Grabbing a mug, she turns around to face them, leaning against the kitchenette.
"Please continue, its not like I can go back to sleep now." The annoyance in her voice was very apparent to the others.
"Amelie, Im sorry if we woke you up but Gabe swiped my trans-locator and is doing God only knows what with it!" Sombra points a finger inches from his face, which he forcefully swats away.
"What use do I have for some teleportation piece of junk?" Reaper hisses back.
Before either of them could say another word, Widow casually walks into Sombra's room and fishes the small metal contraption out from the bottom of her waste basket. Dropping it onto the kitchen table, Widow gives them both a shady look and yawns.
Sombra sprung up, grabbing the slightly soda stained, teleporter. "Oh! Thank you Amelie. I don’t know what i would do without you!" Widow slightly smiles and proceeds to fill up her mug with the coveted energy brew.
"SOMBRA!" Reaper growled.
"Yes Gabe?"
"You owe me an apology don’t you think?"
"Awww poor Gabe, i so so so sorry." She chuckles in the most sarcastic manner. Reaper growls and stomps off towards the basement.
Sipping on her coffee, Widow says to Sombra; "Remember, we have a mission tonight. Transport arrives at 8pm sharp, so try not to get too drunk. After all, it is an important contract. We cant let this target escape." Sombra sits barely paying attention, smudging off the stains on the translocator with her sleeve.
"Do you understand, Sombra?!" Her tone much harsher now.
"Si Si. I get it chicka. Ill see you then." She stands up and walks back into her bedroom. Not even a minute later, Widow hears the unmistakable pop of the tequila cork. She sighs but continues to sip her coffee in piece.
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The gentle hum of the Talon Stealth Jet lifts Sombra and Widow into the night sky, darting towards the marked destination. Widow glances over and Sombra. Her disheveled appearance and glazed over eyes worry her. As long as Sombra does what she is instructed then Widow can do the rest. Over their intercoms, the pilot warns them that they are 5 minutes to the drop point. Sombra stands, clutching her trans-locator as widow prepares her grappling hook. The drop doors open and both agents fall to the designated points.
"Sombra" Widow whispers into her ear piece "Tell me when the Omnic guards are disengaged.
Drunkingly she replies "Si, no problem boss." Widow sighs and hops onto a ventilation pipe placed on the roof across from the target for a better vantage point. Widow sees the mafia boss, exiting his vehicle, surrounded by onmic body guards. Nervously they look around, clutching their machine guns. But Widow is submerged in shadows, safe from sight.
"Sombra, target is in my sight."
"3...2...1... Iniciando el hackeo."
The lights dim and the guard bots fall limp. Immediately, panic ensues. Widow presses her trigger but before the bullet can come out, Sombra's trans-locator sputters across the roof top and Sombra appears. Unbalanced from the shift, she falls over, bumping widow. Widow desperately takes the shot but misses as she is pushed over, onto the roof.
"MERDE!" She cusses loudly. Almost immediately she gets up and pistol whips Sombra with the butt of her rifle.
"You foolish, drunken girl! Look what you have done!" The sound of the guards rebooting followed by a stream of shots ricocheting around them could be heard.
"Amelie I'm s---"
"Shut up, we have to go. NOW!" Widow wraps Sombra and herself in the zip-line and they flee towards evac.
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As soon as they entered the house, Sombra jokingly comments; "Too bad he got away huh? Oh well, don’t worry. The boss isn't gonna care as much as you think!" She chuckles
"You think this is a joke? I told you to not drink before this mission. Didn't I?"
"Sure, but-"
"No buts. You ruined the mission and now my neck is on the line! Why is it that you never take your work seriously?" Widow breaths heavily, enraged at yet another failure on account of this stupid girl. "I don’t care what other ideas are on your agenda but while you are under Talon's roof, you do as told. This is not a game!"
"I know its not a game, Amelie, I did what i was told but accidents always happen!" Sombra rolls her eyes and turns, walking in the direction of her room.
"What will it take to straighten you up? What do I have to do to break the importance of our cause into that immature, augmented brain of yours?" But her words went unheard. Ignoring Widow, Sombra ducks into her room muttering something in Spanish under her breath. Widow closes her eyes and lets the anger pass. What little emotions she has left should not be invested into this girl.
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About an hour passes by and Widow stands from her desk. She makes her way over to Sombra's room where Sombra sits in a chair, feet propped up on her bed. She holds a glass in her left hand and is singing along to some Spanish music. Widow leans on the door frame and knocks on the wall. Sombra takes another sip and invites her in.
"Que pasa, mi amiga?" She cheerfully asks.
"I want to talk." Widow closes the door and takes a seat on the bed next to where Sombra's feet are resting. "I am not angry with you cheri, just-"
"Let me guess" Sombra cuts her off " your just disappointed?" Widow sighs and places a cold hand onto Sombras right leg. Sombra pays no mind and continues to hum to the tune.
"No, I am worried about your drinking. Why do you do it so much?"
Sombra scoffs. "What do you want me to say? Hi, my name is Sombra and I’m an alcoholic! I mean, what else should i do when I apparently cant get anything right? Widow glares. "Ok, how about this” she continues “I'm only here because Talon is a perfect means of finally exposing the Iris and Lumerico's corruption.So until I can hack into that information, I pass my time drinking. It helps me think, you know?" Sombra goes for another sip but before she can, Widow takes away the glass and puts it on the night stand.
With a stern voice she says "All I hear are excuses and lack of self discipline. I know how much potential you have, Sombra. You are one of the smartest women I know. At this, Sombra looks up and scoffs. She waves her hand, dismissing Widow's compliment and turns the chair to face away from her. Widow proceeds to get up and places her hands on the arms of the office chair, face inches away from hers. "Unlike Gabriel, Moira or myself, you can still control where your life will go."
"Blah, blah, blah. Ok Amelie. You should totally become a social worker with these ‘words of wisdom’.” Just so you know, I’m not the same pathetic orphan on the streets anymore." Sombra is visibly annoyed at what Widow thinks of her. However, she plays it off as usual.
Widow stands up, giving Sombra space. "I know that. To be truthful, cheri, I could care less what happens to you. But as my partner, I want to make sure you don’t get yourself into something you can’t talk your way out of. You're a valuable asset to Talon."
Slightly hurt by this, Sombra responds; "An asset? But a partner to you? Make up your mind before you make a speech about my potential. Lying is a bad habit you know. And to think i thought of you as my amiga." Widow says nothing, just crosses her arms and continues to stare at Sombra.
"What?" Sombra barks, breaking the awkward silence.
Widow breaths in deeply, bends over and places her cold hand on Sombras cheek, pulling her face near hers. "I think you need to be disciplined, made to listen."
Shocked at this statement, Sombra replies "Oh is that so, then i dare you."
Intrigued, Widow places her lips teasing close to Sombra's and whispers "Don’t think I can’t discipline you in other ways than just physical pain my dear."
Window backs away with a wicked grin. She grabs the glass from the nightstand and walks towards the door, downing the remaining liqour, dropping it to the floor with a clatter.
Sombra is curiously aroused, wondering what the next night will bring. "Oh this will be interesting indead, no?"
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The next day:
Sombra, wih a slight liqour induced buzz, sits in position at the mainframe computer of an overwatch base. She quietly giggles how no one had noticed her breach. Typing away, Reapers voice comes through her ear piece.
"How much longer Sombra? Jack and the monkey are coming."
"1.43 minutes remaining. Data downloading and virus initializing as we speak. Try not to make a scene, but do not let them in Gabe."
"Sombra, stop calling me Gabe."
"Yah ok. Whatever, Gabe." Reaper growls and logs off. Sombra begins to hear gun shots outside, Reapers shotgun blasts ripping through Winston's defenses. Soldier 76 shouts some muffled command. Winston rawrs and attacks.
"Just 5 seconds more" Sombra whispers to herself. Suddenly the doors to the control room burst open. Sombra quickly grabs the USB drive and trans-locates before Winston can grab her. "Adios!"
Reaper and Sombra meet inside evac.
"You got the data?" Repear growls while clutching the bleeding in his side.
"Si senior! and to think I expected a challenge, heh."
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Sitting in her room Sombra swigs from a bottle of tequila. She tosses the USB in air, catching it like a ball. She revels in the thought of how skilled she really is.
"Great work today, Sombra." Widows voice cuts through her concentration.
"Oh SURE come on in without knocking. Ill make sure to put a sock on handle next time." Sombra turns to look at Widow with a teasing grin. "Whats up?"
"I need that USB for the boss so if you would be so kind as to hand it over." Widow reaches out her palm.
"No, I think ill hang on to it for a little while longer. The boss cant just enjoy all the juicy secrets himself." She smirks and chucks the device into a drawer.
Annoyed at this, Widow gently growls, close to becoming angry. "Sombra, that wasnt an option. The drive. NOW!"
Working Widow up excites her. "And if I dont?" She laughs.
"Then I will rip it from your broken hands." Widow replies.
"Ooh la la, that sounds like a threat!" Sombra stands up inches away from Widows face. "Do something, I dare you mi amiga."
In a flash, Widow takes Sombra to the ground, twisting both arms back and straddling her body, face down.
"Get off me" Her voice was muffled against the floor.
"No, mon ceri. C'est temps de te punir (its time to punish you)." Sombra's eyes grow wide, dreading what pain is about to follow. In a desperate attempt to get free, she clenches her fists and pulls her arms forward hard, managing to break Widow's grasp and spin around. But, annoyingly Widow still straddles her waist. With one hand, Widow pins Sombra's wrists above her head, pressing them against the cold cement floor. Sombra struggles but cant move. Widow patiently moves her face close to Sombra's.
"No need to fear little girl, ill make this punishment quick and painless. Gently, her lips make contact with Sombra's, embracing in a soft kiss. However, becoming more aggressive when Widow slips her cold tongue into Sombra's warm mouth. Sombra gasps. But before she can kiss back, Widow breaks the kiss and sharply nips Sombra's bottom lip. Sombra could feel the warm blood drip down her lip.
"I- I dont understand" Sombra whispers. Widow just giggles and pays no mind. Smiling mischievously, she lowers her robe to expose her black lace lingerie and laps up the stream of blood pooling on Sombra’s bottom lip. With her free hand, Widow lifts Sombra's shirt, revealing a braless pair of tan, quivering breasts. She leans in and sucks on her left then right nipple, leaving small bite marks on each. Sombra begins to protest and begs her to stop. Little to Widow’s knowledge, Sombra was still a virgin.
Widow pays no mind to her victim's discomfort and proceeds to slide her finger nails down Sombra's abs and over into her panties.
"Purple lace. What a wonderful choice." She whispers. Sombra squirms and begs her to stop. Ignoring her pleads, Widow inserts two fingers into her moist pussy, thrusting them in and out while curling them in just the right way to hit her most tender spots. Sombra breaths in sharply, slightly moaning at this new experience. Widow lets go of Sombra's arms and places her hand on Sombra's left thigh. At this point Sombra does not protest, taking in the pleasure. Widow lowers her lips onto Sombra's clit. Gently sucking, tongue snaking around. She continues to thrust her fingers in her pussy, feeling how warmer and wetter Sombra gets.
At this point Sombra is moaning loudly, no longer begging for widow to stop or fighting against the pleasure she was experiencing. That excited Widow. But before Sombra could wrap her head around these strange, erotic feelings, she climaxes.
"Ohhhh Mierda!!!" She cries out. Panting heavily, she looks up at Widow licking her fingers as she rises to leave the room.
Widow opens the drawer for the USB and walks to the door frame. She stops and turns her face back saying "I hope you have learned your lesson, foolish girl." Her eyes, before so empty, now glowing with pleasure. “Dont think I won’t punish you again.”
With that, Sombra was left in in the dark, music still quietly blaring through the stereo. Her chest burning and pussy throbbing. Was that really punishment, though?
'What was that. So wrong but yet...' She hesitates then out loud she gasps "I want more."
THE END
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15 years ago, 'Rock Star: Supernova' rocked reality television
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15 years ago, 'Rock Star: Supernova' rocked reality television
Gillby Clarke, ‘Rock Star: Supernova’ winmer Lukas Rossi, Tommy Lee, and Jason Newsted in 2006. (Photo: Frederick M. Brown/Getty Images)
Before David Cook became the first rock winner of American Idol or Adam Lambert made TV history with his game-changing, Jeff Buckley-esque “Ring of Fire” cover, there was CBS’s Rock Star: Supernova — a search for the lead singer for a new supergroup comprising Mötley Crüe drummer Tommy Lee, ex-Metallica bassist Jason Newsted, and ex-Guns N’ Roses guitarist Gilby Clarke. (Lambert even credited Rock Star: Supernova runner-up Dilana’s “Ring of Fire” performance as an inspiration for his Idol arrangement.)
The Dave Navarro-cohosted talent show, which premiered 15 years ago on July 5, 2006, was an “anti-Idol” of course, featuring covers of songs by Nirvana, the Verve, Hole, Radiohead, the Killers, Dramarama, Pink Floyd, R.E.M., Depeche Mode, the Kinks, Living Colour, Failure, Franz Ferdinand, the Police, Talking Heads, Cheap Trick, Bob Dylan, Soul Asylum, Stone Temple Pilots, Jimi Hendrix, David Bowie, and even the actual Jeff Buckley — at a time when that was unheard-of on all other singing competitions.
“It was real. It wasn’t like karaoke with somebody up there just singing some dumb s***. It was real music,” Lee tells Yahoo Entertainment. “I really think [Rock Star: Supernova executive producer] Mark Burnett was way ahead of his time in wanting to deliver that kind of thing to prime-time America. Like, ‘Here’s some real s***. These guys are going to look for a singer. They’re going to make a record. They’re going to go on tour.’ … It totally was ahead of its time.”
The blueprint for Rock Star: Supernova was arguably created a year earlier with Rock Star: INXS, a questionable and somewhat distasteful reality show set up by Burnett and the surviving members of Australian pop-rock band INXS to replace late INXS frontman Michael Hutchence. (Another future American Idol rock trailblazer, Chris Daughtry, actually unsuccessfully auditioned for that show.) Canadian glam-rocker Lukas Rossi eventually won Rock Star: Supernova after performing his self-penned original power ballad “Headspin” on the finale (which, again, was not typical for reality shows of the era), but he tells Yahoo Entertainment/SiriusXM Volume that when his friend suggested he try out for Burnett’s new Rock Star spinoff, he balked — because initially, Rock Star Season 2 was going to be a search for the replacement singer of another big, established rock group, not for the singer of a brand-new band.
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“My life seemed pretty grim at that point. I was in Montreal, going from friends’ to friends’ houses and trying to get my band, Rise Electric, off the ground. I was literally in minus-40-degree weather, living in an abandoned bowling alley and covering myself up with newspaper just to keep warm. I got a call out of the blue from a friend of mine, [EMI Music Publishing executive] Barb Sedun, and she was like, ‘Hey, there’s this show and they’re looking for a singer.’ And she mentioned another band. I was like, ‘I can’t replace that singer! That’s just not right!’ … It was Van Halen — that’s what she said to me. And I was like, ‘Absolutely not. I don’t want to pretend to be their new singer.’ I mean, I love Van Halen, but that’s just not my persona. I’d be lying to the fans and their fans and to myself.”
Rossi was homeless and destitute after leaving his home base of Toronto following a breakup with a cheating girlfriend, and he had focused all his energy on the fledgling Rise Electric. “I put all my eggs into one basket, because I’m a firm believer. My daddy used to say, ‘Whaddya got for plan B, after all this music s***?’ And I’m like, ‘If you need a plan B, that means your plan A is pretty s***ty, dude.’ So, I didn’t have a plan B. Or a plan C.” Still, Rossi admits that he was tempted to try out for what he believed was going to be Rock Star: Van Halen. “It was a hard freakin’ pill to swallow, because I was frickin’ broke, dude. I had nothing.”
However, a week later Sedun phoned Rossi again to let him know that Rock Star had changed direction, and its second season would instead center on a new hard-rock supergroup featuring A-list musicians, with superstar producer Butch Walker set to record their album. “I was like, ‘Hell yeah, dude! That’s what I was like!’” When Rossi had no way of affording a trip to the nearest audition city, Vancouver, Canada, Sedun footed the bill. “She’s like, ‘I’ll pay for you to get there. Just go and kick ass. I know you can do this. I believe in you.’ I packed up my backpack — I had all my belongings in a backpack — and I went there, terrified.”
Rossi confesses that he “drank a few too many pints” before he tried out with “Headspin” (which he’d written just a week earlier) and Live’s “Lightning Crashes,” and he initially thought he’d ruined his chances. “I was so nervous. I walk in, and there’s this dark room. It’s like really weird, like this little stage lit up with one light and the rest is this empty theater,” he recalls. “And then halfway through that I hear, ‘Why are you sweating so much?’ I was like, ‘Who said that?’ I’m looking around, and then I see Jason Newsted through the darkness. And I said, ‘Oh, hey, dude. I just had a couple of pints and it’s hot as s*** in here. That light above me is hot, dude!’”
Apparently the skunk-haired Rossi’s rock ‘n’ roll attitude — which likely would not have impressed the stuffier powers-that-be on, say, Idol or America’s Got Talent in 2006 — was an asset on Rock Star: Supernova. “There was a chuckle in the darkness,” Rossi remembers. Moments after he left that audition and started walking down the street with his guitar case in hand, a casting agent from the show chased him down and invited him to return the next day. And even later, when Rossi got on the show and botched his live, televised performance of Hole’s “Celebrity Skin” — when his “brain took a big dookie” and he forgot the words — that rawness and authenticity worked in his favor. “When you take your life too seriously, man, that only goes so far. That’s, like, a real person. [Rock musicians] trip over things once in a while. We do things wrong. You have to be yourself,” Rossi shrugs.
Unfortunately, the Rossi-fronted band that formed after the show’s finale was not nearly as successful as the show itself. First, there was a branding issue when the new group, which was supposed to be called Supernova, had to officially change its name to the clunkier Rock Star Supernova (minus the TV series title’s colon), after an established Orange County pop-punk trio named Supernova sued and was granted an injunction. (One key piece of evidence was a Myspace message from Butch Walker noting that Burnett Productions, CBS, Lee, Newsted, and Clarke had been informed that another Supernova already existed, but they had proceeded anyway.)
The hastily renamed Rock Star Supernova’s surprisingly solid, Walker-produced self-titled album, which included “Headspin” as a single and featured Rossi’s writing credits on four other cuts, debuted at No. 4 in Rossi’s native Canada, where it eventually went platinum. (Check out two circa-2006 performances by the band at Yahoo’s studio below.) But in the U.S., the album stalled at No. 101 on the Billboard 200 and received virtually no radio airplay. It was likely that the reality-television stigma hurt Rock Star Supernova’s chances of being taken seriously in the hard rock world, despite the project’s A-list pedigree.
“I think a lot of people think it’s baggage, like it is not ‘authentic’ or whatever, like it’s the ‘Hollywood TV version’ of something,” Walker, who also appeared as a guest judge on the show, tells Yahoo Entertainment/SiriusXM Volume. “But that being said, I mean, that’s what people sign up for when they watch.”
“We toured everywhere, all the way to Australia and back, but I’m a firm believer that timing is everything, you know?” muses Rossi. “And honestly, I don’t know, because I went out there every single night and gave it my all, dude. Me and Tommy were hungry, but maybe the rest of them — I’m not gonna mention people — but maybe somebody wanted Dilana to win instead of me. We’ll just leave it at that.”
Dilana, who toured as Rock Star Supernova’s opening act in 2007, was actually happy and relieved to place second on the show, as she ultimately didn’t think she was the right fit for the supergroup’s music. “I wanted to get as far as I could, but after I heard their first original, I was kind of bummed,” she confesses to Yahoo Entertainment. “That was exactly when I knew: ‘I don’t want to be the singer in this band.’ I’m not dissing them — I mean, they’re great songs, and Butch Walker is a fantastic, amazing, creative artist — but they’re just not me. They picked me to be the first [contestant] to sing an original on the show, and it was a challenge for me. After that, I knew there was no way I would be in this band, singing this material. And I made the mistake by actually informing some people about it the night before the finale.
“Someone posed the question, ‘What are you going to say [if you win]? What’s your little speech going to be?’ And, I said, ‘Well, if I win it, I’m going to decline it,’” Dilana continues. “Everyone knew it was either Lukas or I, so I said, ‘Lukas, you’re going to get it.’ And I think they were videotaping us at that point. So, I have a sneaky suspicion that somehow the producers got word to the band, and maybe they decided to make sure that I didn’t get picked. … Maybe they told the band and the band was like, ‘We’re not going to get humiliated like that.’ But, maybe the TV people were like, ‘Oh, this would be great television!’ Who knows what happened? But everyone also knew that Lukas was definitely Tommy’s favorite from day one, so it worked out perfectly for me. I didn’t have to embarrass anybody, I didn’t have to get kind of nervous if I had won, and I got exactly what I wanted. I wanted the exposure, and that’s what I got.”
“There was a lot of people involved. There were a lot of cooks in the kitchen. Everybody had their own manager. I mean, you can just see how that’s going to go,” sighs Walker. “There were a lot of people trying to get squeezed through the same rathole with all of their ideas. But they were all great people. I really enjoyed the experience, and Mark Burnett is awesome.”
Rossi was disappointed when Rock Star Supernova lasted only one album/touring cycle, but like Dilana, he used the exposure to further his solo career, and he and Lee remain buddies to this day. (“He’s the best dude. He’s like my tall, skinny daddy. I love that dude,” Rossi gushes.) Most recently, Rossi sang two tracks on Lee’s 2020 solo album Andro, the original “You Dancy” and a cover of Prince’s “When You Were Mine.” And Rock Star: Supernova changed Rossi’s life in a more important and lasting way: Shortly after the show, Lee and Navarro fixed him up with their friend, former adult film actress Kendra Jade. “We met up at Barney’s Beanery and literally spent the next two whole weeks in bed. It was mental,” Rossi laughingly recalls of their first date. Lukas and Kendra eloped in 2007; adopted a son, Bryden, in 2015; and now happily reside in Nashville.
“The music was secondary [to the Rock Star: Supernova experience]. Everybody I’ve met through that whole journey was so awesome,” Rossi adds. “Like I was telling you, I was on the street, I had nothing, and all of a sudden I get thrown into meeting all these wonderful people. … We were all there to do what we love most. Plus, we got to have free drinks and be on television and make a bunch of wonderful, wonderful fans. I mean, God, it was the best time of my life.”
Tommy Lee and Lukas Rossi (Photo: Jordan Strauss/WireImage)
“That’s all it ever was to be — it was a great experience,” says Lee. Rossi does wish that Burnett had continued focusing on rock ‘n’ roll reality shows instead of moving on to the more mainstream and less rockin’ NBC show The Voice (“Why? That’s like McDonald’s cutting off their Big Macs,” he quips), but Lee does believe that Rock Star: Supernova changed music television 15 years ago, attesting: “I think it paved the way for a lot of the shows that are here today, definitely.”
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and i look just like buddy holly
summary: eddie’s dragged to a halloween party
a/n: they are 17 in this story! this is a short story so i hope u all like it! the song richie sings is called “you’re so square” by buddy holly! based off of finn’s lip sync battle :’)
the group of friends parked a couple of houses down from their destination, due to limited spaces. this was the first of many parties eddie felt he would be dragged along to this month, and it was only the second week of october. it seemed like everyone in town was a halloween fanatic, besides eddie kaspbrak. sure, he liked sweets, but he could get those any other day of the year. he wasn't fond of the gorey slasher films his friend, richie, picked out on fridays when all the losers met up at the rental store, because they lacked an actual story line. he liked carving pumpkins, but that's because he normally did that with friends. over all, eddie couldn't exactly figure out what the hype was.
but he could appreciate the cool, autumn air that swirled around him as he walked. it wasn't long to the party, and he liked crunching the leafs under his feet with each step he took.
eddie was walking behind his friends, stan and bill, on the leaf strewn sidewalk. they were not wearing matching costumes like other couples who have walked around them, on their way to the same party, but they were holding hands like them. the party invitation was from richie, and it was last minute, like a lot of his bright ideas. bill pulled what he could find from his closet: a long sleeved striped shirt and a pair of overalls for an improved chucky from child's play (the move series eddie didn't care for), but he sadly did not have time to apply the fake costume store gashes and bloody make up they bought earlier in the day. stan wore his baseball uniform, cleets included, and bought along a bat for a realistic prop.
his friends stepped on the red plastic cups scattering the lawn, but eddie tried his best to walk around them. the boys could hear the loud duran, duran playing from outside the house, but it penetrated eddie's ears when they first opened the door. the bodies of hazey, drunk teens propped against future, conversation almost louder than the music. there were streamers, silly, simple decorations on the wall, illuminated by black lights and a dark cloud of smoke hung over the room.
the house wasn't very big but it seemed to have enough space to fill all the guests. the boys shuffled through glass bottles that clanked together and made it to the corner of the room, where there was a large arm chair and a group of girls. the girls didn't have the best costumes, eddie thought. just different face paint and animal ears, and they sat around the arm chair, criss cross apple sauce, like it was story time. their friend, mike hanlon - or tonight - officer hanlon, was sitting in the chair, beer bottle in hand has he spoke to his audience. and.. buddy holly was sitting on the arm.
"stan, bill! oh, eddie! what took you guys so long?" buddy holly look-a-like stood up from the chair, throwing his arm around eddie's shoulder. eddie had his shirt over his mouth, protecting his air supply from whatever was lingering around.
it was richie tozier; his curls slicked back, but still noticeable, in a mustard yellow cardigan and tie. and last but definitely not least, those thick rimmed glasses, completing the look perfectly.
"where's your costume?" richie grinned, leaning into the boy, almost toppling him over. richie had at least a foot on eddie, the shorter friend in the group.
stan laughed, elbowing bill. "he borrowed it from bill, you like it?"
eddie gestured to his chest, where in black, bold letters, it said "this is my halloween costume" on his orange shirt.
the three boys settled down, mingling with the group of girls that were there too. eddie was pleasantly surprised with how nice they were, and how they could manage to hold a conversation. they sat around for hours while other guests danced, watching their feet to not step on the group. a pizza box had passed over head to them, and they finished the slices that were left.
mike was busy gloating, but who could blame him? everyone thought mike was a great guy, with a great smile, too.
"wow," one of the girls began. she leaned towards mike, hands underneath her chin, and voice dripping with sweetness, "it must be such hard work living on a farm."
mike grinned, like he's being waiting to use the line all night, and said: "not when you're packing these guns!"
girls hooted and hollered while he flexed, bill and stan grinned at each other. mike was a riot.
"hey, buddy," another girl said, "you should sing for us." eddie glanced at her from the corner of his eyes, and her smile melted into his brain. he didn't know why, but he was jealous. it didn't help that she was twirling her hair around her finger.
eddie looked towards richie, thinking there was no possible way he would actually belt out peggy sue or rave on. richie's dark eyes sparkled in delight as the girl spoke, a crooked smirk plying in the corner of his mouth.
"no, i can't, i can't fucking sing," richie said, laughing.
"oh, come on!" bill egged him on, tipping a bottle in richie's direction. the girls all chattered in agreement, even mike elbowed him.
richie starched the back of his neck, laughing a bit. eddie knew he couldn't sing, but he knew he would embarrass himself for any pretty girl. when his alarm beeped on his watch, he had the perfect idea.
"actually," eddie rose from where he was sitting, grabbing richie's wrist. "he needs to come with me real quick, isn't that right, buddy?" he didn't wait for a response before pulling him from the arm chair.
while dragging him through the crowd of dancing people, all sorts of thoughts raced around in eddie's mind. did richie really invite eddie to this party for him to flirt girls flirt with him the whole time? no, the two boys were not in an established relationship. not in a relationship at all, in fact. but eddie felt threatened, or was is possessive? whatever it was, he hoped he wasn't gripping richie's wrist too hard.
when they made it to the kitchen, he unzipped his fanny pack and popped his medication into his mouth.
it was much quieter in the kitchen. "you know you can take your medication by yourself, right, eds?" the amusement in richie's voice, along with the cool glass of water he downed, calmed eddie down.
he put in the cup in the overloaded sink, and leaned back against the counter, his arms propping him up. eddie wanted to speak his mind, but all he could say was: "i like your costume," and that was the truth.
richie smiled a genuine smile. eddie was sure richie heard the compliment all day, but for some reason, coming from him made it special.
"you like it, really?" richie asked, stepping back to give him a better look at the outfit.
eddie couldn't help but giggle. "are those your church shoes?"
"yeah," richie smiled, adjusting his glasses, "don't tell my mom, alright?"
richie's smile made eddie's heart throw itself against the walls of his chest, shaking his world apart. if he was going to make a more, he knew this was the time to do so.
"so, buddy," eddie didn't glance up at richie, his face hot as he looked to the tiled floor, "you gonna sing me a song?"
richie grinned one of his shit eating grins, approaching eddie closer. "that's what you bought me in here for?" he asked, placing his hands on either side of eddie, their two faces closer now. "mary tyler moore, what could you possibly be jealous of?"
"i was not jealous-" he didn't have to pretend to deny for much longer, because richie started to sing to him. there foreheads were touching, richie leaning down just a tad. his eyes closed as he sang, but eddie's were open, scanning richie's face, but especially his lips, where the words were pouring out.
"you don't like crazy music," richie bellowed. eddie wasn't too sure if he was giggling at how bad it was, or richie's hand grazing his waist.
"you don't like rockin' bands," he continued, both hands now pulling eddie closer as he kept singing.
"you just wanna go to the movie show, and sit there holdin' hands. you're so square," richie's eyes were opening now, peering into eddie's. the two boys were smiling, and richie paused the song just long enough to move his mouth to eddie's ear and whisper the rest of the verse in his best gravelly voice, low and rough, "baby, i don't care."
eddie snickered when richie began swaying them side to side as he continued to sing. richie could tell eddie was enjoying being serenaded, this music recital between the two of them. eddie's eyes closed in his fit of laughter, and richie couldn't finish singing to him. he just looked too good right now, all happy and smiley under these dim lights. richie leaned in, taking a chance, going in for a kiss. and eddie's mouth is saying he made the right choice.
richie leaned into the smaller boy, and the two giggled as eddie caught himself, gripping on to the counter. richie's hands gripped on eddie's waist, exploring deeper into their kiss. eddie's mouth was a new world richie wanted to get lost in. the noises of wet lips smacking together and teeth nervously, anxiously clanking were only audible to them, in this corner of the party they were only invited. eddie stood up as tall as he could now, with his limp jaw and broken knees for the other boy. he cupped the back of richie's neck with one hand, his other in between the boys, placed on richie's chest. the only song richie was singing was breathy chorus of "more, more, more,"
eddie pulled away, pushing the other boy away slightly. "you taste like candy corn," he whispered loud enough for the two of them to hear, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.
"so, this is what was taking so long?" major league professional stan uris stole their attention. neither boy was too embarrassed, richie nuzzling his nose into eddie's hair as he pulled him closer by the waist.
"i was just showing mary tyler moore here how to swing. now ain't that right, eds?" he winked.
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What’s In Your Head?
Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four // Chapter Five
summary: So, the year is 1999. Eddie is 23 years old, telepathic, and lives with his childhood best friend, Bill, in Portland, Maine. He meets a young musician with a knack for speed named Richie at a bar. Based off @trashmouthloser‘s mutant!loser club headcanons!!
pairing: reddie
words: 2.6K
warnings: alcohol, pretty s*xual flirting (but no s*x)
A/N: i wrote a lot this time?? i think it’s because we’re getting into the good (gay) parts of the story and it’s so much fun to write. i realized that i forgot to write bill’s stutter in the first chapter, whoops. it’s really mild in this fic bc he has more control of it as an adult but he still has it. thank you so much for reading, liking, and reblogging!! Please message me if you would like to be added to the taglist!
A slight sting ran through Eddie’s head as he stirred from sleep. He faintly began to remember the events of last night and groaned at the thought of his forwardness. Quietly, he cursed Mike and Bill under his breath for not stopping him, but he checked his answering machine anyway - mentally prepared for either nothing at all or a disastrous rejection voicemail.
Nothing.
He supposed it was better than, “hey, fuck you. I’m not interested in bar-hookups.”
Only slightly, though.
Normally, he has to know a guy for months to even consider holding hands with them (which is the reason why most of his relationships fizzle out, but he prefers not to talk about that). But, he felt some sort of magnetic pull last night that he wants to blame entirely on a mixture of physical attraction and alcohol, which isn’t all that difficult.
Eddie got out of bed to take a couple aspirin only to find Richie sitting at his kitchen table, reading one of Eddie’s old Spiderman comic and sipping black coffee from one of the mugs Eddie’s mother sent him. His heart dropped from his chest into his stomach, as he stood there wide-eyed staring at him.
Dear fucking god, what did he do last night?!
He doesn’t even remember Richie coming home with him last night. There isn’t a pain in his lower back and his bed seemed to be stain-free, so they couldn’t have slept together. But, it doesn’t explain why a man he clearly saw get into a van with his band and drive off was sitting at his kitchen table.
Maybe, he was having a fever dream.
Richie sensed Eddie and glanced up from his comic book and coffee. When he laid eyes on him, he broke out into a smirk and had dark hooded eyes. Eddie didn’t have to be a mind-reader to know what Richie was thinking when he saw Eddie’s shocked stare and slightly agape mouth.
“Hey, princess,” he drawled, making Eddie’s face heat up in anger and embarrassment. Maybe, he didn’t like Richie as much as the alcohol did.
“Don’t call me that!” Eddie snapped. “What are you doing in my apartment?”
Richie tsked, with a faux frown. “You’re certainly being rude to a house guest,” he scolded.
“I don’t even remember inviting you into my house!”
Eddie’s face was as red as a Coke can, and Richie could clearly tell he was seething, as his stifled laughter indicated.
Suddenly, a huge roaring laugh burst from him and he yelled out “I can’t, Bill! I can’t do it!”
Bill entered the kitchen, laughing just as hard as Richie. But, when he looked back, Richie wasn’t Richie. He was Mike, pounding his hand on the table as he laughed so hard he was nearly in tears.
After a heated moment of confusion and fear, Eddie realized Mike used his shapeshifting abilities to trick him. If he was angry earlier, he was twice as angry now.
“You guys are assholes!” Eddie shouted, quickly turning on his heel to storm upstairs.
“Y-You should’ve seen the l-look on your face,” Bill shouted after him.
When he got up to his room, he immediately breathed out a sigh of relief that he didn’t fuck anything up last night. But, he also cursed himself because even a fake Richie could get him so riled up.
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Silently, Eddie stewed in his irritation and anger long after Mike had left to go home. Not speaking to him as they picked up around the house and finished various chores.
When Eddie heard the phone ringing in the kitchen, he bolted from the living room to answer it, ignoring Bill’s amused giggling. He swears to god that if this is his mom, he’s going to lock himself in his room forever.
“Hello,” he said slightly out of breath.
“Uuhm, hi,” the person on the other end says awkwardly, “Is Eddie there?”
“This is Eddie,” he tries to say with the utmost calmness but winced slightly at how enthused he sounded.
“Oh hey!” the voice says excitedly, “This is Richie.”
Eddie mouths the words “yes, thank you, Jesus” a couple times, pumping his fisting. He could totally hear Bill giggling in the living room and making kissing noises, but he really didn’t give a fuck.
Clearing his throat, he begins as nonchalantly as possible, “what’s up, Rich?”
Unknown to Eddie, Richie preens at the nickname on the other side of the line.
“A couple college students my bandmates know are throwing a party in the suburbs, and I was wondering if you and your friends wanted to come?” Richie said in an excited rush. Eddie could barely understand was he was saying, save for “party” and “wanted to come.” Typically, Eddie didn’t go to parties during his years in high school and college. When he did, he was always dragged there by a friend, namely Bill. But, this was an attractive musician he almost kissed last night.
This was all Eddie needed to know before he enthusiastically said “yes.” Though Richie couldn’t see it, he was vehemently nodding his head and bobbing up and down like an excited child. He could barely contain himself as he wrote down the address.
“Great! I’ll see you tonight, Eddie Spaghetti,” Richie drawled in his normal raspy voice, feeling slightly more relaxed.
Before Eddie could reprimand him for the nickname, he hung up, leaving Eddie under Bill’s intense gaze.
“S-so?” Bill asked.
“So, we’re totally going to a college party, tonight,” Eddie stated, pointedly avoiding Bill’s shocked stare.
“E-Eddie, you hate p-parties,” he deadpanned while looking at Eddie as if he had stepped out of an insane asylum.
The other man shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, still avoid Bill’s eyes. He mumbled, “I don’t hate them that much.”
“In y-your own words, they are ‘smelly, loud, and a b-breeding ground for g-germs and STDs,’” Bill recited smugly.
“This is different.”
“How?”
“Cute boy,” Eddie stated simply. Bill shook his head in disbelief and relented to Eddie’s wish.
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The house was far out in the suburbs and looked like something from those coming-of-age movies Eddie would watch obsessively as a kid. There were university students strewn out on the lawn, making out and drinking carelessly. A strong pulsing bass came from the house, coursing through Eddie, Bill, and Mike’s bodies as they stood on the sidewalk.
“I-I hope one of these kids don’t f-fuck up my car,” Bill confessed.
“Kids?” Mike laughed, “you only graduated just last year, Big Bill.”
Ignoring their bickering, Eddie walked away from them towards the house. It was exactly everything Eddie hated about parties: smelly, loud, and a breeding ground for germs and STDs. Belatedly, he realized he must look out of place once again, as he was dressed like a ‘80s rich boy with his striped long sleeve polo and khakis.
Maybe tonight was going to turn out to be a John Hughes movie after all.
He uncomfortably wandered through the crowd of college students, looking for the boy with dark grey hair. Just as he was about to give up hope, he spotted Richie sitting on the kitchen counter, swinging and singing along to Guns and Roses, while a redheaded girl, the band’s drummer if Eddie can remember correctly, giggles at the motion of his long gangly limbs. Richie was wearing the same grey leather jacket and silver boots as last night, but he swapped the pink tank top for a Pink Floyd shirt.
Eddie smiles fondly to himself and approaches them. The girl instantly notices and tells Richie to turn around with a smug grin. Richie whips his head around and his eyes go wide whenever he spots Eddie standing there and giggling. First, he gives Eddie an obvious once-over, then he grins wide and motions Eddie to come over to them.
“Eds!” he exclaims. “The cutest boy in the Portland area! You’ve made it!”
“Don’t call me that,” Eddie says as Richie places his arm around his shoulder. “And, you must be blind if you think I’m the cutest boy of anything.”
“Well, Edmund,” Richie says in a posh British accent, “I am legally blind according to the state of Maine, so I have to wear these babies.” Then, he pulls his eyelid slightly down, pointing towards the obvious contact lenses in his eyes. “But, you don’t give yourself enough credit, Eddie.”
Meanwhile, the girl is still watching this exchange, smiling as if she knows something they don’t. She clears her throat to get Richie’s attention.
“Oh yeah!” Richie said, “This is our drummer, Beverly.”
“I’m Eddie,” he says in response, sticking his hand out.
She takes it. “I heard quite a bit about you in the van last night, Eddie. Oh, what were you saying again, Richie? ‘God, he’s so cute. I want to eat him up like a Twinkie. I would’ve paid five billion dollars to have him pin me to that sta-’”
Richie quickly interrupted her in a British accent, “whoa, Bevvie! You insult my fair lady’s honor!”
Beverly just shakes her head and takes a cigarette out of her pocket. “I’m going to leave you two lovebirds alone,” she said as she placed the cigarette in her mouth, lit it with a small flame at the end of her finger, and exited the kitchen.
“So, do you want a drink?” Richie asked, jumping off the counter.
“Yeah, but I probably shouldn’t drink too much tonight,” Eddie said, biting his lip.
Before Eddie could say what he wanted, Richie got two beers from the fridge. They were both the cheap brand that you could get a 6 pack of for 5 dollars. But, Eddie wasn’t about to complain. He was with Richie, so tonight was already a pretty good night.
Richie made what was considered a pretty bold move in Eddie’s book and grabbed his hand, leading him towards the living room where the stereo was. Everyone in the living was circled around one person, Bill, who was using his powers to make the keg float. People cheered and shouted as if it was one of the coolest things they’ve ever seen.
“Your friend seems pretty popular,” Richie leaned in and said to Eddie, matter-of-factly.
Eddie took a sobering sip of his beer as he leaned against the wall and watched big jock-like guys slap Bill on the back. It was high school all over again.
“Yeah, I guess,” he shrugged. “Bill’s always had a pretty cool mutation.”
Glancing in his direction, Richie noticed how Eddie’s shoulders were slumped and his eyes were trained on the floor, silently nursing his beer.
“I bet you have a cool one too! Or, if you don’t have one, that’s also awesome! You don’t need to compare yourself to Bill,” Richie yelled over the loud music.
“Not really,” Eddie said quietly.
Richie encouragingly nudged him to share, because he genuinely thought Eddie didn’t need to be insecure.
“Ok, ok,” Eddie relented. “I’m a mind-reader. It’s nothing special, really.”
He lifted his head to look at Richie who looked positively lost for words.
“W-What?” Richie asked dumbly, growing hot in the face. “So, have you read my thoughts?”
A smirk grew on Eddie’s face as he watched Richie squirm under his gaze.
“Why Rich?” he asked in the best “sweet and innocent” voice he could muster. “Have you been thinking naughty thoughts about me?”
Eddie leaned into Richie playfully and got a good whiff of cheap cologne, feeling the heat in the pit of his belly when Richie unabashedly said “yes.”
Quickly, Richie’s eyes grew dark and hooded, as he kept glancing at Eddie’s lips without even trying to hide it. He leaned closer in, and Eddie didn’t feel the same courage coursing through his veins as last night. In the back of his head, he knew that if he started to kiss Richie, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. Truthfully, he didn’t want this to be some one night stand, so he wouldn’t let it turn into one.
“Don’t worry,” Eddie whispered softly, aware of the little space between their lips, “I don’t read people’s minds without asking. It’s an invasion of their privacy.”
“You can invade my privacy any day, Eddie Spaghetti,” Richie said.
At this point, Eddie’s back was against the wall, while Richie leaned one arm against it. Before now, Eddie really never noticed the height difference between the two of them, but Richie simply towered over him, and Eddie could only stare at Richie with big brown eyes.
“What about you?” Eddie asked, awkwardly trying to change the subject, “What’s your mutation?”
Richie took the hint and backed away from Eddie, slightly disappointed. Little did he know, Eddie was also disappointed.
“I’m really fast,” Richie said proudly, taking a sip of his beer.
“What does that even mean?” Eddie sputtered.
“I could show you,” Richie drawled with a wicked grin.
But, it wasn’t an innuendo this time.
Richie actually grabbed Eddie’s hand and dragged him from the house. Once they got outside, Eddie felt the cold bite of the fall temperature, as he shivered slightly. Quickly, Richie took off his jacket and put it around Eddie’s shoulders, then hunched over.
“Get on,” Richie said impatiently.
Mentally, Eddie resented that he was small enough for Richie to give him a piggyback ride, but he didn’t voice it.
As soon as he was one, the world around him became a blur as he clutched on to Richie for dear life. And, in an instant, it was over. They were 5 blocks away from the house in front of an all-night convenience store. Eddie was ready to vomit all over the pavement while he dug around in his pocket for his inhaler. He took two quick inhalations, before turning around to glare at Richie.
“You could’ve got me killed!” he scolded, still trying to calm his insides.
“But I didn’t,” Richie pointed out, rubbing Eddie on the back as he worried his lip between his teeth.
Truthfully, he felt very guilty for making Eddie this uncomfortable and worried, but his mouth replied before he could stop it. Eddie looked at Richie’s face and took his earlier words to heart, reading Richie’s thoughts. His anger almost immediately dissipated.
“I know,” Eddie said calmly and quietly. “I’m not mad at you. It’s ok.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
Richie didn’t make Eddie get on his back again, but instead went into the convenience store and bought him a ginger ale. They walked the whole five blocks back to the house party (with Richie’s hand on Eddie’s waist), bickering and arguing. When they got back, Bill and Mike were laying on the hood of Bill’s car, blanking staring up at the sky.
“E-Eddie,” Bill hiccuped and then slurred. “You’re clearly the most s-sober, so you are the d-designated driver.”
He lazily tossed his keys in Eddie’s direction, clearly not worried whether Eddie caught them or not. (He didn’t).
After Eddie fished Bill’s keys from the gravel, he turned to Richie, whose arm was still around his waist, and said goodnight.
“Thanks for inviting us,” Eddie spoke softly as if he’d ruin the moment if he spoke any louder. “I had a really fun time with you, Rich.”
“No problem,” Richie replied. “You’re still the cutest boy in Portland, Eddie Spaghetti.”
Before Eddie could scold him for using that nickname, Richie leaned down for a quick peck on the lips. The same kind of kiss you’d give when dropping off someone after a first date. Eddie met Richie’s eyes when he pulled away and saw nothing but pure adoration there.
After they broke away and Richie was walking back towards the house, Eddie noticed he was still wearing the leather jacket.
“Wait, Richie!” he called. “Your jacket!”
“Keep it!” Richie yelled back.
Tonight truly did turn into a John Hughes movie.
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Will Dailey (* Interviewed while at CSB- so so nerve wrecking but so excited to expose him as songwriter/musician to folk who may have never heard him and to those in the music biz as well)
(With doing notes took over 1.5 hours vs the actual 50 minute interview)
Found instrument
Songwriting came out of
Sick of doing others music/covers
Learning other’s ways
Behind wheel of car finding you don’t like the roads
Songwriting was like making your own road
Sexy violent malleable- songwriting/music
Helped him as a child through everything
Between two houses and it became his own household
Seen as anomaly-musician famous- vs. songwriting as a person
(Circle of Fifths)
Pressure of being “something”
Starting writing “terrible songs”
“Grownup” and peer excited
About something I thought of?
Good feedback and believed it
Key part- believed it
Peer excited and making something you created
Addicted to being around people being better than me
To pull you
Songwriting
To get better
Only going to get better by doing it (AH)
Always try to be the worst person in your band
To learn, to grow, to be pushed
(Same as surrounding yourself with people “smarter” than you)
Neil Young Crazy Horse changed as artists- with band
Parental advisory,
By 90’s pluralism at our fingertips
You can be whoever you are
Know rules and forms and having cohesive story
Or not having cohesive story
Like a dream
Hardcore Truth right in front of you
Music can be funny, Pop(py), Rock
Operate from that thing
(What I Love about Will, same as MF in many ways- she would agree “male version of (self)”
Never quite found/had genre
Never had niche, could hurt songwriters career
Never belonged anywhere
Too rock for indie crowd too pop for rock crowd too folk for pop crowd
Carve out own fan base
By getting in front of them
By striking one chord at a time
Jungle he grew up in, all that influence
Genre madness from 90s to now
Every song at fingertips
Algorisms send streaming service that find out something about you
“This algorism knows me so well” (smile)
From way back when or something new
Amazing, and daunting
And business of songwriting leaves him hopeless
Same time is exciting
If too many options will walk away and come back later(AH)
Overwhelming vs having structure or type of melody in mind (AH cont.)
When having a hit
How to do it again no idea how
Feel like never be able to have something that big again
Always potential to have that feeling
It is a craft and way of being
Learn every rule of songwriting
Then forget every rule of songwriting
Some songwriters only know 4 chords or one tuning
Being open to craft, learning rules
Talk to other artists, figure out what you can do
Ex. There is a verse, pre, chorus, verse, pre, chorus, bridge, verse, pre, chorus.
When you do verse chorus bridge, verse, chorus, bridge, chorus- then done.
When designing song what you want to do when pouring out of you
Be aware of the rule you are breaking because might be creating a hook
Or special pattern
Everything is pattern or pattern upset ( **Relatable to Sociology**)
Ex. Listeners singing along to altercation of pattern
Learn the rules to break them
Being able to predict what’s about to happen sometimes satisfying
Sometimes too much then can lose interest
Sometimes song shouldn’t have surprises
Sometimes should be a meditation
Also option of production making the surprises
Making those choices as artist and writer consciously
Or the emotion is making choice so definitely you don’t need to use your conscious decisions
Or know the rules you are breaking
Not just chasing knowledge- will leave you frustrated creator
Marry the two parts
Person inside who is in there that doesn’t know rules and it’s just pouring -marry that person with that person that knows the craft- effective to communicate and making the parts that are connected more effective (AH)
(Side note Loved hearing his story about title of album- really had impact/was felt moment live)
Obtuse
Writing while in studio, cleanse palette with
Doing things thought of as totally obtuse and irreverent
Would have haunted if not gotten them out- even not to share with others
Intent behind songwriting is most important part (Yes!!! Across the board in the world- all about intent)
Dogged as artist- using everything at fingertips
Always having intention behind his music
Always had in mind person who was going to freak out about it
Or who was going to totally connect to it
Someone imaginary, himself, someone he knows
Intention to reach them with this piece of music
Ideally in that someone else will hate it too
(Van, tour manager, VAN!! )
Kiss of death is someone says it’s nice or it’s good
You want reaction of wow whether love or hate
Have that fearless while writing (AH)
Not trying to please everyone trying to write for “that person” (AH)
Can write song in 5 minutes of 5 years
When 5 years see as so worth it (own Sistine chapel)
5 minute one like wth why didn’t I do with all of these
Can’t call on either one of them
Frustrated with unfinished- not the end of them (AH)
Just work at the end of the day
Pushing it
Ex. Gun n Roses- “Where do we go now” from “Sweet child of mine”
The rpducers thought song needing another part
Slash solo
Where do we go now came from that
Meaning where do we go in song
Came from him joking and producer saying yes keep doing that
Look up Led Zeppelin rehearsal demos
Robert Plant mumbling stairway to heaven
Coming up with gibberish while creating
If you don’t have a lot of songs with gibberish then not trying
Have to marry all these-
Cadence of vocal, delivery of vocal, words, melody having hook
Have to marry all these parts
Not all need to hit
Advice for someone who doesn’t do it for living but wants to carve out time.
Booking time, open mic- invite friend will
Also sets intention help carve song out energy wise
Give self deadline to write (ex. starting Monday need to finish by Friday)
A little bit of work each day it will get there
15 minutes a day to work on a song
While creating, more focus on lyrics
If in love and/or married to cadences or melody and trying to fit with words together
Can screw yourself bc a lot of work to do- tough- but can be really fun at same time
Plays “It already would have not worked out by now” (THIS line!!)
Songwriting and music way of being
Huge part of being human
It’s not (a) business
Business is what we’ve manufactured around it
Referred to esp by Americans is in those terms
Really robs us of a huge part of our humanity
Remember while writing, Songwriting really engaging in being human
Engaging in this universal communication technique that we have with music
Don’t let anyone take that from you while creating.
(Side note- random ish I love that his site uses the word “Shows” versus “Tour”
And also not so random this was such an amazing interview prob I think even fav thus far)
Thank you again and again Anne Heaton
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College!AU 7 minutes of heaven ?
Here we have some self-indulgent nerdy!Cas and jock!Dean who’s actually a huge sweetheart! (also on ao3)
Castiel was going to kill his brothers. He was going to slit their throats, eviscerate them, and burn their bodies just for fun. Right after he got out of the closet they had locked him.
He banged his fist against the door again. As expected, there was no response from either Gabriel or Balthazar, the fucking bastards. Trying again, he growled, "Gabriel! Let me out of here!"
"No can do, baby bro," Gabriel's sing-song voice sounded through the door, slightly muffled yet full of glee. "It hasn't even been a minute yet!"
"Let me out!" Castiel hissed, desperation bleeding into his voice. Smacking his palm against the door hard enough to make it tremble on its hinges, he snarled, "I'm gonna kick both of your asses!"
"Oh, please, Cassie. You couldn't kick your own ass," Balthazar scoffed from the other side of the door. Castiel could perfectly envision his brother's eye roll as he reported, in his smarmy accent, "Now, just enjoy your time with the hairless ape and send me a fruit basket later for my efforts."
"Give it up, dude," another voice instructed, this one much closer than Gabriel and Balthazar's. "They're not letting us out till our seven minutes are up."
Castiel let out a huff, pushing his glasses further up his nose, a habit of his exacerbated by stress and anxiety both of which he had in spades thanks to his siblings. Crossing his arms over his chest, Castiel narrowed his eyes at his closet cell mate.
In the low light of the closet, he could just barely make out Dean's defined features. He could see the firm, sharp line of Dean's jaw, the disheveled mess of his not quite light brown not quite dirty blonde hair, the soft plush pink of his bottom lip.
His shoulders were so wide he almost had to hunch them just to fit into the closet they had been unceremoniously shoved into. His gray Guns N' Roses t-shirt was stretched tight across his chest and biceps, half of the latter on full, unabashed display.
Cas shifted awkwardly, dipping his chin and staring down at his hands as he fiddled with the hem of his own t-shirt. He raised his head, snapping his eyes up to Dean's, when Dean grunted, "What's your problem, dude?"
Castiel's problem was that twenty eight years ago his father had decided to have another child, a son named Gabriel who made it his mission in life to torment his younger siblings. Well, that wasn't entirely true. There was only one younger sibling Gabriel tormented. Castiel.
Why, Castiel didn't know, especially since Gabriel had an unusually large pool of younger siblings to pick from. But ever since he could remember, Gabriel had been a thorn in his side, a thorn he loved dearly but a thorn nonetheless.
Balthazar, who was two years younger than Gabriel and six years older than Castiel, had followed in his brother's footsteps and devoted his life to ruining Castiel's. It was a family business, apparently.
When Castiel was in junior high school, his older brothers had wrapped every single thing in his room in sparkly gold wrapping paper. And he meant everything. Every last pen, book, and article of clothing he had opened had to be unwrapped.
In high school, they had broken into the school in the middle of the night and filled his locker with glitter. For the next two years of high school, he had still been finding glitter in his textbooks and spiral notebooks.
Now, in his junior year of college, his older brothers had locked him in a closet with the guy he'd had a crush on for months. Because, as he'd said, his brothers were assholes and took advantage of his weakness for vodka to question him about the identity of his mysterious, pathetic crush.
When Gabriel and Balthazar had learned it was none other than Dean Winchester, resident overconfident, overcompensating butch jock, they'd had a field day. The teasing had seemed endless, full of jokes about Cas falling for a textbook example of a closet case and actual ballads written about the dorky English Literature major falling for the cocky football player.
Castiel had met Dean in his music class, an elective that would count as an art class. Balthazar had suggested that he take a music class rather than a visual art class since he was already a rather good painter, encouraging Castiel to learn a new skill.
Dean had caught his attention the second he walked into the room, sauntering in with half-lidded eyes and a lazy smirk. Castiel had been so captivated by Dean's good looks that he hadn't even noticed the green eyed man had taken a seat beside him and introduced himself.
Castiel had belatedly snapped to attention and shaken Dean's hand, introducing himself and trying not to drool at the adorably confused look Dean had given him. Then, he'd had to refrain from sighing dreamily when Dean gave him a nickname, the name Cas sounding so sweet on his lips.
The only thing sweeter was the melody Dean strummed on an acoustic guitar for the class after admitting to their professor that he already knew how to play a few instruments.
Over the rest of the semester, he had gotten to know Dean much better whenever their professor paired them up, Dean more than happy to help Castiel with remembering chords on the guitar. Three months after first meeting the model gorgeous football player, Castiel knew all sorts of things about him: he had a younger brother named Sam; drove a 1967 Chevy Impala; was majoring in automotive technologies so he could work at his family friend Bobby's garage; loved pie more than life itself; and was a proud bisexual despite all of his machismo that screamed 'white straight dude'.
But even knowing that Dean was in fact attracted to men, Castiel had no delusions about Dean having any interest in him. Dean was extremely out of his league, in a whole other world, with his rugged handsomeness and brilliant mind.
He had told his brothers as much since they were complete assholes, they had taken it upon themselves to drag Castiel to each and every one of Dean's football games. Castiel had never been one to enjoy sports but he had certainly taken guilty pleasure in watching Dean on the field as his brothers shouted all sorts of obscenities at the opposing team.
They had outright told him that they would never let him live his crush down. Which is why he should have been more suspicious when they both stopped mentioning Dean altogether.
He should have been more suspicious when they announced they were throwing a party at their house. When they invited a bunch of college kids despite the fact that they were both nearing their thirties.
But he hadn't been. Mostly because he had plans to barricade himself in his bedroom with some snacks so he could catch up on Game of Thrones.
Yet, an hour into the party, Gabriel practically carried him out of his bedroom and downstairs to where a crowd of people were drinking from red solo cups and dancing horribly to songs that barely had any lyrics. His grumbling had only been stopped by Balthazar thrusting a cup of vodka into his hand, the liquor mellowing him out a bit.
Enough that he didn't put up any fight when his brothers guided him over to the back room where a group of people were sitting in a circle on the floor, an empty beer bottle in the center of the circle. He was too focused on the fact that Dean was sitting in the circle, wearing a faded GNR shirt and dark jeans, his hair messy and the stubble on his jaw longer than usual.
Castiel had been just buzzed enough to not be suspicious of his brothers, just buzzed enough to completely tune Gabriel out as he explained the rules of the game. He had been too busy gazing at Dean with a dreamy smile on his face, riveted to the way Dean stuck the tip of his tongue out as he spun the empty Heineken bottle.
The next thing he knew, he was being led into the hallway closet with Dean as the others in the circle tittered like a bunch of old biddies. Among the cacophony of sounds from the party, Castiel managed to hear someone mumble a phrase he recognized, "Seven minutes in heaven."
Of course, the words only registered once his brothers locked the closet door, trapping him and Dean inside. Running a hand through his hair, he huffed and answered Dean's question, "My problem is that my brothers are assholes and locked me in a closet."
"Kinda the whole point of seven minutes in heaven, Cas," Dean pointed out, the use of the nickname making a swarm of butterflies take flight in Castiel's stomach. Scratching his jaw, Dean wondered aloud, "Were you even listening?"
Castiel felt himself blush. Rubbing his arm, he stared down at his shoes and reluctantly admitted, "Not really, no. I was a somewhat distracted."
"Oh, really?" Dean hummed, as though Castiel's confession was extremely fascinating. Castiel glanced up out of curiosity, finding Dean taking a few small steps closer, tipping his head to the side to meet Castiel's gaze. "Any reason you were so distracted?"
Castiel froze, his eyes widening as he blinked up at Dean. There was no way Dean could know, right? Castiel was always very careful about not being too obvious with his pathetic pining.
Then again, he'd had enough vodka to make him forget about his inhibitions for just a little while. And he had been doing some intense staring while sitting in that stupid circle.
His worst fears were confirmed when Dean spoke again. A smirk curling his lips, he shifted closer and casually inquired, "Maybe you were staring at someone?"
There was a cocky, teasing note in his voice that made Castiel's blood boil. Yes, he had been gawking at Dean and yes, he had a ridiculous crush on him but Dean didn't have to be such an asshole about it.
He said as much as he glared at Dean, folding his arms over his chest. "Okay, I like you. You happy now?"
"Wasn't expecting you to admit it that easily," Dean commented, raising his brows. He continued inching closer, drifting into Castiel's personal space. Setting his hands on Castiel's hips, he tacked on, "But since you asked... I'm very happy."
With that, he bent his head and kissed Castiel.
Having never been kissed before, much to his brothers' amusement, Castiel had no idea what he was supposed to do. He flailed a little as Dean pressed their lips together in a surprisingly chaste kiss before laying a hand on Dean's upper arm to steady himself.
Dean pulled back a moment later, reopening his eyes with a smile that could only be described as dopey. His brows drew together and he huffed out a laugh, his breath warm against Castiel's lips as he teased, "Never woulda thought you'd be the type to kiss with your eyes open."
Castiel flushed, wishing the floor would open up and swallow him whole so he could escape his embarrassment. Of course, he was supposed to close his eyes while kissing. God, he was such an idiot.
"I'm not the type to kiss. Period," Castiel admitted, lowering his eyes again. When he chanced a look upward, he was greeted by Dean's incredulous expression.
"You've never been kissed before?" Dean asked softly, inexplicable disbelief hushing his voice. When Castiel nodded, Dean blurted, "Really? But you're so cute!"
Castiel was immensely flattered by that, ducking his chin as he bit his bottom lip. He could feel his face flush with heat, thankful for the darkness in the room.
"Oh, shit," he heard Dean curse, the football player taking a step back. Castiel's eyes shot up when Dean apologetically rambled, "Are you ace? Or aro? Are you not into kissing? Shit, I'm sorry, I thought—"
"Dean," Castiel said simply, cutting Dean off before he could apologize for anything else. He tightened his grip on Dean's arm, reeling him in again as he explained, "I've just never had occasion to kiss anyone. I'm not asexual or aromantic."
"Oh," Dean murmured, nodding thoughtfully. It took another second for the apologetic look on his face to melt away into a charming grin as Dean announced, "Well, that's a relief. Because I'd really like to kiss you again."
"What are you waiting for?" Castiel asked, Dean's confession sparking his own boldness. He curled his fingers into the fabric of Dean's sleeve as he whispered, "We have a few more minutes left in heaven."
With that said, he leaned up to kiss Dean, remembering to close his eyes this time. Heaven is right, Castiel thought as Dean eagerly returned the kiss.
Maybe his brothers weren't such assholes after all. He was still going to kick their asses, though.
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Dirty Dancing (Leonard Snart x Reader)
Request: Could you do a Leonard snart x reader? Where the reader is a dancer and they role play the scene from dirty dancing when the song "love is strange" is playing please?? Also I love you!
A/N: Sorry this took so long! I hope you like this, I kinda struggled with this, also after coming back from my trip I’ve started and not finished about 4 fics, I’m in a bit of a writing rut. I do have two more requests (one started, one not) and two works in progress that I just wanted to write out.
Word Count: 1,106 words
“When I invited you to dance, I didn't mean that as an invitation for your hands to roam, Len,” you slapped his hands away for the upteenth time as Leonard Snart casually let his hand slip lower down your back. Though your dance days were long over, you still had the technique and thought it'd be fun to try and teach your boyfriend.
“When you invited me out to STAR Labs at four in the morning, I expected a different sort of fun,” Leonard smirked, pulling your body against his. He tried to press a kiss against your jaw, but you quickly moved out of his grasp.
“You’re invading my dance space. This,” you gestured in the area around you, “is my dance space, and that’s your’s,” you gestured around him. Grabbing his hands you gave him a pointed look, “let’s cha-cha.”
To your surprise, Leonard followed along. The two of you danced around the floors of the Cortex, you looked up at your boyfriend with amused eyes. It’s been so long since you’ve seen him, it was a bit hard keeping in touch when your boyfriend was a wanted criminal. Barry’s little deal with him helped, but you both had jobs that kept you on your toes, you couldn’t just see each other whenever you wanted to.
That’s what made this moment so special. A private moment for the two of you to spend some quality time together.
Leonard released your hands and you instinctively reached for his shoulders. Allowing him to pull you close again, you laughed when he started trailing down your body. You cupped his face and guided him back up on his feet.
“Now where are you going?” You questioned with a playful brow raised.
“Don’t tease me, doll, you know how much I’ve missed you,” Leonard huffed. He tried to look annoyed at you, but you could tell by the glint in his eye that he was having a fun time too.
You didn’t say anything, just rolled your eyes and cha-cha’d away towards the main hub in the Cortex. There was a soft ‘thump’ in the background, which you assumed to be Leonard, but you just continued to cha-cha until Leonard’s voice cut through your little jam.
“_____,” you could almost hear the smirk in his voice.
“Yes, Lenny?” You looked back to see Leonard lazing on the floor.
“How do you call your lover boy?” He teased, he loved to tease. Normally, you wouldn’t go along with whatever he was doing, but you were feeling playful this morning. Besides, it was only the two of you, this early in the morning the chances of someone from Team Flash walking in on you guys were low.
“C’mere lover boy,” you gestured at him, still moving your body to the music.
“And if he doesn’t answer?”
“Oh, lover boy,” you struck a pose, leaning against the desk.
“And if he still doesn’t answer?” You could tell he was trying to push your limits, see how far you would allow this game to go. Why not? You were really feeling it tonight.
You began sinking to the floor, meeting him at his level, your arms were open wide in a casual shrug.
“I simply say: Baby,
Ooh, baby,
My sweet baby,”
You crawled your way over to him, acting like it was a scene out of a movie. Out of the corner of your eye, you swore you saw Leonard bite his lip, he loved it when you started singing. You were no professional, but you could carry a tune well enough to turn heads.
“You’re the one.”
He met you halfway, as both of you rose to your knees, your faces a mere inch away from each other. Leonard wrapped his arms around you and you let him hold you this time- the game of cat and mouse was over. He took a moment to kiss down your neck before both of you started rising to your feet. You continued to sing, and to your surprise he sang along.
“Baby,
Ooh, baby,”
What you two were doing now couldn’t really be called the cha-cha, but it was still dancing. At this point, you would take any sort of dance with the man you loved. The contact was what you craved, the unique smell, the way his hands felt on your body, him. At the end of the day that’s all you wanted, the company of your boyfriend. The impromptu dance class was an added bonus. Leonard didn’t bend much for people, you liked to see how much he would bend for you.
“My sweet baby-”
It seems like the two of you were too absorbed in the other to notice that the “private” room you had come so early to gain access to was no longer private. Just as Leonard was about to kiss you, really kiss you, an awkward cough broke through the mood.
To say you scrambled apart would be an understatement. In a second you two were on opposite sides of the room, Leonard was suddenly interested in inspecting his Cold Gun while you found yourself preoccupied with a speck on the floor.
“Uhh, hey, _____, Snart. What are-what are you two doing here so early in the morning?” Cisco coughed again, clearly uncomfortable with the scene he just interrupted. Your relationship was no secret to the members of Team Flash, but you didn’t flaunt it around either.
“Oh… you know… just-just spending some quality time together,” you chuckled nervously, eyeing Leonard from across the room. He looked uncomfortable. Though, you couldn’t blame him, he didn’t like having prying eyes in some of the more… tender moments he shared with you. “What are you doing here?”
“Silent alarm went off,” damn, you thought you disabled all of those, “I saw it was you and came out of curiosity… last time I make that mistake.”
“It’s fine, Lenny-Leonard was just leaving,” you shrugged it off. Leonard’s head snapped up in that moment, since when was he leaving? Does that mean your little play date was over? An annoyed look crossed his face, it was more play than date.
“Well, I guess that’s my cue to go,” Leonard sighed, picking up the jacket he had long since shrugged off, “tell Barry I say hello,” he told Cisco, before making his way over to you, “we’ll continue this later,” he whispered in your ear before stealing a quick kiss. With a smirk plastered across his face, he walked past the newly flustered Cisco and out of STAR Labs.
“Yeah,” you said, mostly to yourself since Leonard had already left, “later.”
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Hey dear nice Works...!!!!! Please Do a RFA (V+Saeran) Celebrating Birthday of MC how will they celebrate Mc's Birthday and what will they Do to make it special??
A/N: I’d invite them all to my birthday party hell yeah it’d be greAT ~Admin 404I love them all *sobs* ~ Admin 626
*YOOSUNG:-HE LOVES BIRTHDAYS-HE’S SUCH A LITTLE KID AT HEART (and i mean in general come on now)-Goes FULL. OUT. Does not take it lightly at all-Sets up a day with your friends so you’re out of the house and busy-And he decorates the house completely!! Streamers, balloons, he even has homemade party hats for the two of you-He isn’t a master baker or anything but he attempted at making a box cake for you!!! He decorated it with so many colourful sprinkles!-Remember how he gets a discount from the pizza place? He bought like three larges and the two of you were eating it for DAYS-SO MANY BOARD GAMES STRUNG ALL AROUND THE HOUSE BECAUSE Y’ALL ARE GONNA PLAY ALL. DAY. LONG.-He either has homemade presents for you, or he’s saved up a lot to splurge on pre-ordering that new video game you’ve been eyeing for months-The two of you watch all the movies!! Whatever movie you wanna watch, he’ll sit through. Scary ones? He might cry but he’ll DO IT FOR YOU!!!!
*JUMIN:-More of a classy approach to birthdays-He did attempt to put a party hat on Elizabeth though MC SHE’S ADORABLE LOOK, HURRY, BEFORE SHE TAKES IT OFF-SO MANY GIFTS. WHAT ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO DO WITH ALL OF THESE-But he always makes sure to give you one super special one. Whether it’s a piece of jewelry he had custom made because it reminded him of you, or it’s something you’ve had your eye on for a while, you’ve got it-He’s also super extra, like y’all know how wedding cakes are super big and beautiful and usually really intricate? Yeah so is your birthday cake. EVERY YEAR. but i mean are you really complaining?? It’s cAKE-Takes you to the fanciest restaurant for dinner, and the two of you dress up for it-(Yes, MC, you’re wearing the new dress/suit he got you)-He’ll also try taking you to new and exotic places as a day trip to see all the sights and watch the gleam in your eyes as you learn the history of the place-Always has the best wine, but on your birthday he pulls out the rare ones, just for you! (Or if you don’t do wine, he finds the best of whatever you like to drink)-Not to mention you wake up with like 14 dozen rose bouquets strung around the house that morning, all holding a little note card expressing his love for you because he can be cute too, mc
*SAEYOUNG:-We all know he’d wake you up by jumping on the bed and blowing that stupid little party blower in your ear until you chase him out of the room-But chasing him is worth it because when you get to the living room there are so many loose balloons that you can’t see the floor-Same goes with the ceiling, completely covered in balloons-Saeran’s just sitting in a chair, in a party hat, looking completely uninterested, but still plays the party blower when you walk in. Saeyoung tries to hide behind him to avoid your wrath you arent a morning person, are you mc?-The two of you spend a good while just throwing the loose balloons at each other over Saeran’s head who was not impressed, might i add-HE MADE Y’ALL PLAY PIN THE TAIL ON THE DONKEY IT WAS SO CUTE-Did you know you can get custom images printed onto your cakes? Because he made a collage of the STUPIDEST pictures he has of you and had it put on top-PLUS IT WAS AN ICE CREAM CAKE. IT WAS AMAZING.-Anything you want, he’ll get you. Just name it. You want a pet elephant? He’ll dO IT DON’T DOUBT HIM MC-He’d probably take you out for a drive, too. You could feel the fresh air and just talk about anything and everything. It’s just really relaxing and he wants you to have a stress-free time
*SAERAN:-What’s the point of celebrating another year of life in this shitty world now is NOT THE TIME MR. EDGELORD-But for you…he could manage it-He doesn’t go very hard at it though because he doesn’t see the real point-He’ll get a small gift for you- something he saw and immediately thought of you-He does get a small cake for you, but a freaking tub of ice cream- ICE CREAM IS BETTER MC DON’T GIVE ME THAT LOOK-Cuddles cuddles cuddles! He doesn’t hide his affection today! It’s all about you, he’ll put his insecurities away for a while-He’ll moan and groan at the stupid Disney movies you put in, but suffer through them because the fact that you sing along is the CUTEST thing he’s ever seen are you sure it isn’t his birthday-CUTIE ALERT: he cooks your favourite meal for you! He might have spent a few days trying to find the perfect way to make it, but HE MAKES IT-He’s also spent all day pushing Saeyoung out of the room because he’s not about to let him ruin your relaxing birthday by bringing in some stupid little party games hes also smacked a party blower into the back of his throat at one point and you felt TERRIBLE but you couldnt help but laugh???
*ZEN- you know his hoe ass is gonna try to go all out for you- like he knows you you prefer lowkey but???- the world needs to know his love for you- but after the RFA members managed to talk him down from performing a flash mob, he realized he should respect your wishes- so he struggles and struggles to come up with something that has a bit of flare but is still something you’d want- and then he remember you one time mentioning you’d never really been on a trampoline before???- hE KNOWS WHAT TO DO NOW- on your birthday (exactly at midnight), he sings “happy birthday” and then hands you a cupcake up with a candle on it - he had you fooled, you thought this was gonna be it for your birthday- boy buddy ur in for a treat!- when you wake up he immediately blindfolds- you’re just like *sigh* “well at least he didn’t jump out of the cake this year”- omfg when he takes off the blindfold though, you find yourself at a trampoline park??? And he invited your friends (including the RFA ofc) and family!!!- He roped Jumin into getting the place to rent out the entire area to then!- aND IT’S SO MUCH FUN???- WHO KNEW JUMPING COULD BE THIS MUCH FUN- wAIT THERE’S A ROCK CLIMBING? DODGEBALL? IS THAT A SLAM DUNK ARENA- Zen didn’t think you’d love it this much but oh my god he’s so happy because you look so happy!!!- and he finds that you and Saeyoung both love to push into the pit with all the foam cubes anD YOU TWO START TAG TEAMING- maybe this was a bad idea after all- but hearing your laugh was all he needed - after that, you all head to a dessert place and you spend the rest of your birthday talking and laughing with the people most important to you with the love of your life right by your side
*JAEHEE- you only really expected dinner at a restaurant and maybe cake because that’s just how you and jaehee are- other people might think it’s underwhelming but honestly, what’s better than snuggling up to your s/o and feeling warm and cuddley on your birthday???- but you’re surprised when you come home to a note that directs you to Seven’s house?- and when you get there, there’s another note attached to a nerf gun- “Happy Birthday, MC! The game starts as soon as you enter the house, every man for himself ~ Jaehee”- yOU’RE SO EXCITED OMG YOU’VE ALWAYS WANTED TO HAVE A NERF WAR YYAAASSS- it is all out WAR when you enter- Zen is playing a defensive strategy, he may have shitty aim but hE CAN DODGE ANYTHING WITH HIS DANCER GRACE- Jumin is already out, he lasted like three seconds he’s disappointed because he thought he’d win with his cat like reflexes- Yoosung’s out too, he lasted much longer than Jumin but Saeyoung managed to trick him into thinking they were team and then Saeyoung shOT HIM EXECUTION STYLE- V’S BLIND ASS TAKES OUT SAERAN LMAO- Saeran is lowkey bitter; he steals V’s portion of birthday cake- eventually it’s just down to you, Jaehee, and Saeyoung,,,- aND YOU SACRIFICE YOURSELF- IF YOU WEREN’T GONNA WIN, YOU SURE AS HELL WEREN’T GONNA LET SAEYOUNG WIN- you run out in front of him and when he’s distracted by you, Jaehee shoots him!- you laugh so hard when you see the look on his face bc he wasn’t expecting you to sacrifice yourself- and then you give ya hot gf a kiss because hello, she’s a winner, she deserves all the kisses- after that, you all head down to Saeyoung’s entertainment room and watch your favorite movies and eat cake - everyone slowly falls asleep, and you’re cuddled up to jaehee and wondering what you did to get someone as amazing her in your life
*V- honestly he’s such a hipster, he throws a birthday for u every year and it always has a theme???- who does that smh- this year???- murder mYSTERY TRAIN THEME OMMMGG (A/N: 626 doesn’t know what she’s doing here, it’s probably all gonna be wrong)- what’s new scooby doo wE’RE COMING AFTER YOU WE’RE GONNA SOLVE THAT MYSTERYYY- V gets you a beautiful evening gown and hE MATCHES U - he makes sure the gang is ready too, there’s no way theyre gonna ruin it for u (we’re looking at u saran wrap, das right i’m calling u out)- he takes sooo many pictures, you guys have to confiscate his camera cause hE WON’T STOP- when you guys get there, it’s sooo much more interactive than you thought it was gonna be???- you actually can’t tell who’s an actor and who isn’t?? They’re that good- aND THEN THE OLD LADY WHO’S SITTING NEAR YOU DIES WTF- you all have your own theories about who did it- V think it was her husband because hello, it’s always someone the victim knew- Jumin agrees but he’s also suspicious of the daughter- Yoosung doesn’t know what to think he’s still traumatized from seeing a dead lady even if it was fake- bUT IT’S ACTUALLY THE 20 SOMETHING YEAR OLD BECAUSE IT TURNS OUT SHE’S THE MISTRESS OF OLD LADY’S HUSBAND- Surprisingly only Zen got it right???- but he graciously gave you and V the prize since it a weekend getaway - Pretty sure V threatened him but whatever- After, you guys head back to yours and V’s place for cake and chilling - you guys end up on the floor in one weird big cuddled mess but it’s so warm (saran wrap says he hates u guys but he’s a little close to Zen so) (okay in 626’s world the RFA is a bunch of cuddlers youguyscantstopme)- u eventually get up tho and drag V to ur bedroom bc you wanna cuddle with him
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